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stolenatbirth · 2 years ago

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This is my second book, after my author surprisingly got robbed in her own house. I guarantee the Voto family hired someone to break in and steal my book, (ALTHOUGH I can’t prove it.) Who would take everything, especially 3 books and leave needles hanging around! A junkie would be in and out as fast as they

Can! I found an identical twin during covid as this evil family never wanted me near a computer! The odds of finding what I found is 1 and 3 trillion! I went to

a DNA Lab who said, “Sir, we have no time today we are really busy! I said van you do me one favor? The wonderful lady saif sure what is it? She asked? I should have the pictures of me and my “twin”. I said, “Can you look at these?

She said, “who is that boy?” I said, “can you repeat yourself, I’m deaf in my left ear from Hilti guns doing construction. My whole life!” She said again, “who is

that boy? I said, Exactly! The boy on the left in the Buffalo Bills coat is supposedly a cousin I never meet in my life! The boy on the right is me!! She

said “OMG how did you find this? I said God is good isn’t He? She said absolutely. She then said son his birthday! I replied with evidence, August 20, 1969!! She then said your birthday? I said Nov 6, 1969! She then said, OMG

then she said your birth weight? I said, 9 lbs 5 oz.

Then she said, “Son I have owned this lab for 30 years and have never seen anything Like this!! Come in! ” She said. “First thing are these people military?

I said yes, 2 potatoe peelers, and 1 high Air Force Major! She said, “Son, if you went to any other lab in the US, they would have covered this up. I have seen it for years, and specialize in Immigration DNA! This is not your family! That is your

Identical twin brother! They would have taken your swabs that you contaminated in plastic baggies anyway and covered up! She brought me in and guided me on how to properly do the DNA in a newspaper that can hold the DNA 2 weeks if you

don’t put in freezer! “If” you put in freezer within that time it will last for 100 years! She then said, the government already have you tracked since birth. You

need to hire a private genealogist!! Then she said go to a DNA lab of the government for evidence and do the tst for fun, just to verify this evil!! Child trafficking and harvesting is a 500 billion $ industry. She also said you found your

twin! Now you have to find your parents and brothers and sisters if any! Nick Dolan had one sister listed. She said “don’t worry you found him now find the rest!

So, lets start my life story of abuse and the pathological and narcissistic family of lies!! First Lie!! I was told my whole life, I jumped off my 2 story porch on 115 Morrison Ave, Somerville, MA. My phone number was 627-666-9334! I jumped for my sneaker and landed on my head, 2 stories!?! Mary Voto “said” she ran up and down the street holding my head together til her mother arrived! We only had one car at that time! Johnny Voto was a truck driver for Olympia Trucking at the time! They supposedly brought me to the hospital!! This was a lie of a lifetime I would have been dead at 2 years old, if that happened my skull was too

Soft to live through a fall like that! When I confronted John Voto he was Deputy Chief of Police of Tewksbury, MA. My fake brother in 2022 on a phone call brought up the story! He “denied” that happened at that house. He said, which was the first pathological lie from him. This is a loser fake brother that has known

For years I was taken at birth. Such pure evil!

Somerville at the time of my childhood was called slumberville. It was a poor city! Where we used to play sports on the streets and swim in the city pool when I was open and “if”we didn’ make it there! The fire hydrant would do! We used to steal carts from Johnny’s Food Master for go cart wheels so we could have fun! At 6 years of age my cousin (we used to call each other that). Mickey Ma221 and I used to throw rocks at cars! We got caugjt one day as the man from one of the cars chased us o 125 Morrison Ave, my abducted house! We were hiding under the porch when he found us! He asked where we lived. I said, upstairs! Mikey said he lived there too because he didn’t want to get into trouble! But as I have always told the truth to adults I said he lives around the corner! Well that didn’t go well. That’s when the beatings started coming! The abuse from Johnny was horrible! At 7 years old I loved playing with matches. My friend Damien McCaferty who lived 2 houses away actually was flicking matches in his front yard! It was a dry summer so the grass went up and caught fire. By the time it was put out we burnt a 10 by 20 ft section of his yard! Well his dad came over and told Johnny Voto that night what we did! Well, Johnny took my hands and put them over an open flame on the stove to burn. So I would learn my lesson as his wife was screaming out of the top of her lungs! I was concentrating on not to cry

and ignored the pain! This guy wasn’t going to break me. I learned how to block the pain out. That didn’t stop me from playing with matches a couple of weeks later while I stayed home from school. I was in the back porch flickering matches in the trash and it went up in fire. I watched it for a minute and woke Mary and said the porch is on fire! We put it out as the rails to the porch were charred from

the fire! We hid it for a long time! Can’t remember the punishment for that one! Thank God! Around 8ish I was placed in the Montessori School for the gifted kids! I excelled there, and was at Powder House Park! We were not allowed to talk or know each others names! It was crazy! The other kids were chartered in

from other towns across the state! We went in every day and grabbed our totes

with our daily work in them! 1 hour before we left we went over the daily work.

We swapped over answers to the person next to us so we didn’t cheat! If we got 100 on any of the sections and sniffs of different smells of fruit! As I remember Montessori School a lot oit6 was mathematics, strategies, tactics, logics! It was

nothing like regular school and nothing like the say now a days of God. I just

got sick of the quiet and no recess! I remember looking at Somerville High School

kids playing in playground as I was waiting for my bus to go home! Wishing I there! Mary Voto would go for parent teacher every month to that school. Not like regular parent teacher every report card. So I was so sick and depressed of being there I dropped my grades and slept from Feb to June on my desk to get out of there! To get back to my real friends at Lowell School and be normal again. Man the torture in that house continued when John and Mary went out! Stephen

and John used to make me kiss the babysitter! I think that’s where my bad boy an hormones started kicking in. But as we grew older the would be baby sitter would torture me! To the point I would fight back! One time got me so bad! I went after them with a broom as I was 8 years old. I took the broom and railed back to swing at them that I smashed through Johnny’s light show. Basically strobe lights that moved with the music. When he had his friends over he used to do his drugs and used with the lights off! And music and lights going! Well that

night wasn’t a night to remember we all got beatings for talking too much when

we were up in our room at bedtime. I never had my own bed in Somerville. I guess we know why now! I was taken at birth! So I would sleep on the floor!

Of fight with Stephen to move over and let me sleep with him! Most of the time

I just took to the floor. Stephen was the type of child if you won a fight he would

Come at you with a weapon. How do you think out of Somerville to 80 Green Meadow Dr Tewksbury I started excelling in sports as I had long blond hair an

dressed differently than country people. I was in second grade when I moved! I

was outcast and no one wanted to be friends with me because I was different. I hated going to school especially on the bus where a neighbor down the street used to torture me. Her name was Holly Athertin! It took about 6 months to adjust as I

was all alone! My brothers were a couple of years older. I don’t know what they were going through! As I look back I was always separated from those two. When I went to see relatives I was always by myself. Stephen and John went together. I remember the day I fit in like yesterday! 3.

They were playing kick ball and let me join in! I kicked that ball farther than anyone has ever seen! From that moment I was popular! It was like back in Somerville when I played sports with the other boys! I was the MVP of my street hockey team that lost in the finals! As I was 2 to 3 years younger than all of them!

I loved every sport I played; BMX, football, basketball, English horseback riding,

wrestling! The only good thing that evil Mary Voto did for me was sneak me out

in her an, for sports, when her husband hardly let her drive us anywhere! He was an evil controlling man! Never cared about us. But his damn cars and drugs! It wasn’t easy for Steven and John either! But, I wasn’t they’re real brother and I didn’t deserve any of this nightmare! I used to try to stay over my friends house overnight at 11 and 12 and teen years; just so I could get away from that evil house! We used to watch Mary make or buy dinner for us! But we had to wait for that evil man to eat first and we would get and scavenge for whatever scraps were left; and it was awful! I was always hungry and starving at elementary school!!

My stomach was always growling in class before lunch! I was so embarrassed!

All of us growing up in the 70’s and 80’s were not to talk about whats going on in the home we lived in! My great friend Sheila Foster just passed away last year! She was one of my best friends in Tewksbury growing up with my other best friend Brad Homola! Sheila used to come to all my childhood sports games rain or shine. Boy its tough to talk about! I used to always look for her to make sure she was there to watch me! She was like a sister that I never had, and missed everyday! Brad and I used to go to her house a lot! We actually got caught sleeping in her tiny closet. It was so funny when I first met her mother and around 4am. In that closet Brad literally had our legs up on the wall it was that small! She opened the door and said, “I knew there were boys here! Lol! First before Brad and I could say a word was Sheila yelling out “Ma, that’s Jason you would like him. You talked to him on the phone all the time! Lol! This story has been told to

so many laughs over the years! I will always be remembered as so will she! Such a great friend and woman! Looking back on my detailed memory my Godmother call me Jakey Vovo where would you get that name as my name was Jason!!! But

we soon will know the truth! My Tewksbury neighborhood was all great friends. We did everything together till we hit junior high! We all went our separate ways.

I will never say I was a perfect child! I came into my looks early an took full advantage of it with the girls! Lost my virginity to the neighbor at 12 years old! That year is when I fell in love with baseball! I excelled at it! My neighbor Lee

Cowir was like the bad news bears coach. He was always drinking beers on the way to games and way home! He was a good guy! I was talented as you will see,

as my son, now plays in the majors. Later on in the story I will give his name! The abuse started with my gay cousin Mike, Susans’ brother whose father raped half of the family! Jimmy Stewart! Mike did just stupid things like spin the bottle and touching my penis! Jimmy took me to work one day, as I will never forget!

We were delivering peanut butter to Teddy Peanut Butter in Charleston MA! As

we were pulling out he asked to see my penis! I was only 10 years old! He just touched it thank God! But, later in life, I found out he raped my aunt Eileen when she was a teen! That is Jimmy’s wife’s little sister! This man was a pig! Then at

covid Emme Stewart called me and was depressed! I said Emma listen I just found my identical twin brother as that Voto family tried to lock me up with lied! I said, is everything ok? She said sadly yes! She then said Jason remember when my mother died of breast cancer? I was 15 years old! I said yes! She said we were at a family function as you came over to me and said Emma any boys mess with you, you call or come see me! Well, after you walked away I said to my grandmother Pat, a Stewart who was my favorite aunt! Emma. I said, grandma he doesn’t look like them, and he doesn’t act like them!! Pat’s shunned her in silence and said Emma please don’t ever say that again, As we know now years later why she said

that! Back to childhood, I was always separated from those 2 fake brothers of mine when I went to see my Nana or I went to see my grandfather Arthur Dolan on the other side of the family! I went up to Grand Lake Stream Maine for a week

with Arthur. By the way this all came out. My fake mother told her sisters, when Arthur died not to tell anyone of his death! Evil! Mary’s younger sister Barbara

Dolan Storella said! Mary that is impossible!! There is a little thing called the internet and Facebook, not to mention Twitter! This evil woman knew if we drove

way up to Maine for his wake, I would see my own brother and sisters eyes and know they were my family! Pure evil! I remember I loved my grandfather now knowing he was really my uncle! I was 8 years old when he took me to Grand Lake Stream to his acres of land! We called it the Poor Farm. I don’t know why

they just did! He took me for a week as Stephen John and his son David were up

there that summer before me! The cleaned and worked doing landscaping and ripping weeds out of the pond! When I was there I was getting into mischief. I would let the air out of his farming tractor! Try to clime down a 300 ft well. Boy was I a hyper kid! Well we were going home from my grandfather put me on a raft in his little pond! He said just float around while I mow the farm! I was like good luck with that! The tires were very low! He said we are gonna leave at 10am

to go to the dog track in Seabrook! Post time is 12:30pm. We don’t want to be late! Gramps was a big gambler! Back in the day he had his own dogs and kennel! He got them from Ireland and had many champions! 5.

I found out later in life! Well when he finished mowing we were all packed up and ready to go! We got in the car! He said, Jason let me see your penis!! I was in shock! Because this was the first uncomfortable moment in my life! But thinking back now, he just wanted to make sure I was a stallion! He didn’t touch me or anything! We just went on our way! We got to Seabrook on time for the first race. For this is when I learned I had mathematics in me! He showed me in 2 minutes how to read the program book of the dogs! How the break out of the gate and how they go in every quarter of mile of the track! I figured it out quickly! He was letting me pick trifectors for $2.00, which means they have to come in exact order!

I really wanted to win! The first on I picked 2 out of 3 came in! I was so close!

The second one I picked threw a long shot in! I could read the odds on the board outside on the track! I picked 8, 4, 1. It came in! I knew I won a good sum of money! I said gramps, I won! He smiled and said, yes! So I followed him up to the ticket counter. I knew it was $1,$4.00. In these days of mid 70’s it was like

$1800.00 in 20 20’s. The teller handed him the money, and he put in his left pocket as I was not taking my eyes off of him! He said he had to go to the bathroom. I followed him and pretended to pee next to him. When he was done

I was done! He wenet to wash his hands and I said, Gramps am I gonna get that $?

He said ya fella and he reah4d in his left pocket and handed it to me. Looking back now, I knew he was debating to just give me $20. But he gave me it all! I

Was so excited! I bought a BMX as all my friends had one! I started racing BMX for awhile and I excelled at it! All my friends had custom Red1nes GTS Hutch bikes I only had a Murray that was store bought! I was still beating them! It wasn’t about the bike! It was about the strength in your legs! As I started getting into my teens. And in puberty I started dating a lot of girls..a lot! My grandmother had a beach house at Salisbury Beach and I did not like her very much. No, she was a mean evil woman! As during covid my step aunt Ann told me that my grandfather used to say David and Lisa his youngest of 7 were not his kids! We used to go up to her beach house in the summer and Stephen always stayed as I would wiggle my way in! It was my only way to get out of that evil housee! I was meeting girls left and right but, every Saturday I would be depressed as their family vacation would be over! They would leave and I had no way really of seeing them again! I was only 12 - 15 years old during this time! So I had no

license! But that Saturday night I got so used to another one I would find it would wipe that sorrow away! One time there was this girl Gail Mannings I slept with out of many 1,116 women I counted! Yes, 1,116 is correct! We had sex on the side of 495 Park and Ride after the movies! After we were done having sex, she said

you were way better than your brother Stephen! I was horrified! Back to a childhood “trauma”! I was 12 years old coming home from school! I just found

3 baby bunnies! I was trying to save! I came home and to my horrific surprise

The hair was ripped out of them! I asked that evil Mary Voto what happened to my bunnies, I was so upset and angry! She said Mac our dog got to them! So I

went out and hit poor Mac as I was watching these poor innocent bunnies die in

pain! Come to find out Shirley Dolan, Mary’s sister’s daughter plucked those poor bunnies hair out! Yes, another Devil’s sister! Shirley was a mentally ill woman!

She had sex with her own brother Danny Dolan. I found this out through Danny’s wife! Picked up the phone one day as Danny and Shirley were talking on the phone! His wife Karen overheard Danny Saying, “Shirley you were the best sex of my life! Danny just opened a can of worms! His wife went downstairs where Danny hung out on down time! She rubbished through his things! Only to find more evidence as to her surprise, she found pictures of men preforming head to Danny in his military boxes! That he used as storage! This was a sick Dolan family! That evil Mary Voto tried, lying in Lowell courts during covid! Said I was saying her sister was my mother! What a sick woman lying under oath! Shirley Kinsell, a Dolan is my mother, her aunt! The evil this family is! Boy were they

Desperate to medicate me! Back to my childhood detailed memories! As I said

I was a good athlete! I came home one night with Brian Alyward who was a great

Athlete and David French! We walked through the garage! I was happy hanging out with these kids! We opened the finish basement door! Where Johnny and his friend Bobby Bertrand were! Man did he pot smoke blow out! As they were sitting there stoned and coked out of their minds! Dave and Brian called their parents for

a ride home! They knew to leave situations like that in those days! I was never so

embarrassed and ashamed of this piece of shit household I grew up in! These people were not made to have children! Brian and Dave never looked at me the same! I don’t blame them! All my neighbors…we were so close and used to always hang out in our neighborhood! Playing spin the bottle, drinking, stealing weed from Johnny’s stash and whatever was available we found and experimented with! In our teens! But more embarrassment came when they found naked pictures of John and Mary in their night stand! Disgusting! And it was bad for

Stephen and John too! It was always something. Just when we had dinner, Mary

Would feed that evil husband of hers, and we got to scavenge for whatever was left over! There were so many hidden secrets in that house! One of her brothers Eddy Dolan used to smoke weed like cigarettes, and had a pilot’s license as a boy that he got caught smuggling marijuana from Mexico to the States in the 1970’s. He spent

time in Mexican prisons. He used to come up to his mother’s beach house and walk around the beach with a joint in his ear like it was normal! I never got why the State troopers never arrested him as we walked by them! Now back to Danny Dolan the degenerate of the family when I used to stay at their original house in

Salisbury on long school vacations!

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caiusmajor · 3 years ago

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On AFAB Perturabo

So this is kind of a response to @relax-and-read-on‘s post (or one small part of it at least) but it’s also kind of just my own take so I’m putting it here rather than a response.

Anyway. So I may have mentioned that a lot of the time I headcanon Perturabo as a (very much in the egg) transwoman, and that a lot of Perturabo’s life problems come from both Dammekos and the Emperor requiring their son to perform masculinity, and Perturabo fucking hating it. (This isn’t my only take on the situation, but I think it’s a strong possibility.)

So, ok, would Perturabo have done any better if she’d shown up visibly female and been treated as a girl/woman on Olympia? Possibly.

Thing is, ancient Greek womanhood involved a lot of staying inside and weaving, and Perturabo would be GREAT at that. Being left alone and encouraged and appreciated for making beautiful useful things that don’t kill people? Yes, please! Perturabo would also take well to the practical and organizational skills of running a big household like Dammekos’, which was also traditionally women’s work.

This version of Perturabo may have come to the attention of Dammekos and his court for her skills with spinning and weaving rather than blacksmithing -- since the folks she met would be more likely to hand a girl a spindle or put her at a loom -- even if the same girl was also slaying wild beasts. (And okay, now I’m having visions of tiny bloody Perturabo being cuddled and bathed and told she’s a good brave girl but she shouldn’t have to do that, here, you’re big enough to sit at my loom, won’t you like that better? And she’s confused and wants to protest but it turns out: yes. She does like that better.)

Since whatever else Perturabo is, she’s clearly not a normal human, the beast-slaying is probably chalked up to that. (This Perturabo has even more trouble than regular Perturabo convincing people she’s not a god. Probably she’s not invited to debate any more priests in public after she murders one in sheer annoyance.)

Dammekos probably still has the girl brought to his court, but not raised as his daughter. As a boy, Perturabo was a potential rival and adopting him was a way of partially neutralizing that. Since Dammekos doesn’t think girls can be tyrants (at least not in Lochos), he wouldn’t necessarily have seen a girl in the same light. And if he does want to bring a girl into his family, there’s a better option than adoption -- marriage, either to himself or to one of his sons. (I think more likely the latter, but he definitely considered the former, especially if Perturabo appeared to be of marriageable age before either of Dammekos’ sons were grown.)

It’s also likely that Perturabo would grow up in the court of Lochos as something like a courtesan -- hetaira if we’re going with the ancient Greek theme. Not necessarily as a sex worker, but as a girl with no known family who spent who knows how long wandering in the mountains associating with shepherds and other poor people, she’s likely to be excluded from respectable womanhood. This works...okay, mostly. On the one hand, she doesn’t have to deal with Dammekos’ not liking “wise women” and other restrictions she’d have as his wife/daughter/daughter-in-law; on the other hand, her status is more dependent on having actual people skills and being able to navigate court politics which: LOL. Either she learns, and this is very good for her in the end, or she murders everyone in a fit of pique and starts the conquest of Olympia from there.

#perturabo #warhammer 40k #warhammer 30k #sexswap au

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fanfics-andstuff · 4 years ago

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The Cordelia Pamphlet

In the early morning of the year of 2005 whereas people all over Camp Jupiter and New Rome were reading a four-page pamphlet. A few people were gossiping about the four-page pamphlet until it became a spread news all over the camp and city. Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano (who was the protégé of Praetor Lyria) and Flint Donovan Vance (Current male Praetor) were reading this four-page pamphlet in anger but also in pain for their closest friend in Camp Jupiter. Lyria Eclair Graham de Vanily and Echo Olympia Butterfly were also reading this terrifying pamphlet that was spreading like wildfire throughout the camp and city in the Great Hall of Hogwarts. Both girls were afraid of Octavian Marcus Tabullo's reaction once they were reading it. They quickly packed their clothes and light traveled (Lyria) and love traveled (Echo) straight to San Francisco, California. Meanwhile, Octavian locked himself inside his office in silence where Reyna and Flint heard him scribbling from paper to paper with his pen. So far nothing unlike outside in the city. Bernice Gonzalez, Emilie Jade, and Nala Bank were grinning devilishly as they spread the news of the pamphlet.

The Cordelia Pamphlet!

Bernice/Emilie/Lyria:

Have you read this?!

Nala/Bernice/Emilie:

May Sophia had a torrid affair

And she wrote it down right there!

Emilie:

Highlight!

Bernice/May:

“The charge against me is a connection with one,

Daisy Cordelia!

For purposes of Improper Speculations!

My real crime is amorous connection

With her husband

For a considerable time

With her knowing

Consents!”

Nala/Emilie/Bernice:

DAMN!

People all over the camp and city were reading the four-page pamphlet in shock as May reveals that she had an affair with Phoenix Cordelia. This young Cordelia man was known for being a notorious liar and a player all over Camp Jupiter and New Rome. He was also known for sleeping with many men wives in order to obtain high payment. Madeline Sophia was glad to cooperate with Daisy Cordelia in order to pay almost two thousand in cash to keep the affair a secret. Though the secret didn’t last long when Emilie and her two sidekicks (Nala and Bernice) accuse Octavian's girlfriend of embezzling money from the Nutella Company, which was the main source of money for the Romans. Though that wasn’t the case so instead May decided to reveal her affair on a four-page pamphlet before letting it be published for the entire city and camp to read with their own eyes. Emilie couldn’t think that her dream had finally come true. The girlfriend of Lyria and Echo's right-hand man, has suddenly fallen down by her own doom. Lyria was the daughter of Apollo, Princess of Olympus, the Sea, and the Underworld, Ghost Queen, Princess of the Shadows, Heir to Jupiter, Juno, Neptune, Ceres, Mars, Minerva, Apollo, Diana, Vulcan, Venus, Mercury, Bacchus, Vesta, and Pluto, ex-Centurion of the First Cohort, Praetor of the Twelfth Legion Fulminata, Friends to Major and Minor Gods, The Three Fates, and Thanatos. Echo was the daughter of Venus, Centurion of the First Cohort and the right-hand woman of Lyria. Both girls were Friends to Chaos, Top Commanders of the Chaos Army, Lyria the First and Echo the Second.

May/Emilie:

“I have frequently meetings with him

Most of them at my own cohort”

Bernice:

At her own cohort?!

Nala:

At her own cohort

Bernice/Nala

DAMN!!

May/Emilie:

“Mr. Tabullo with his closest friends

Being absent on a visit to the Carribean”

Nala/Reyna:

No!

Emilie/Nala/Bernice:

Have you read this?!

The Venus and Apollo descendants were reading the four-page pamphlet themselves. Tears were streaming down their faces as Reyna and Flint comforted all of them with loving open arms. They glared at May for this cruel betrayal that she brought upon her own family. The children nearly broke down in Reyna and Flint's arms as they escorted them away from the crowd that formed between May and Emilie along with Nala and Bernice. The three women continue to spread the pamphlet along with the crowd as they booed at her. Rose Sophia couldn’t even look at her own full, older in the eyes ever again.

Rose and the other Venus descendants were escorted as well by Reyna, who glared at May with pure hatred. She couldn’t believe that May could just stab Octavian in the back, in the end, she did. Reyna feared for Octavian's mental state, wondering if he was doing something that Reyna feared the most. Echo arrived first because Lyria was intercepted by Mercury to be at Olympus for an emergency meeting about the affair. Echo and Reyna escorted the Venus and Apollo descendants to their cohorts, before rushing towards Octavian’s office in the First Cohort. Echo wanted to beat the schist out of her sister because of her fatal flaw; Excessive Wrath, but thought better of it. Octavian needed his closest friends.

Meanwhile, May looked down in shame as everybody continued booing at her nonstop. Not to mention that Emilie, Nala, and Bernice kept on taunting her as May finally came crashing down by her own hands.

Emilie:

Well, she’s never gonna be Praetor now

Nala/Bernice:

Never gonna be Praetor now

Emilie:

Well, she’s never gonna be Praetor now

Nala/Bernice:

Never gonna be Praetor now

Emilie:

Well, she’s never gonna be Praetor now

Nala/Bernice:

Never gonna be Praetor now

Emilie:

That’s one less thing to worry about

Emilie/Nala/Bernice:

That’s one less thing to worry about

Emilie, Nala, and Bernice cruelly laughed at May in the face as people kept on speaking ill at her. Everyone in Camp Jupiter and New Rome that knew Octavian personally as good friends nearly wanted to smack the young Spanish-Australian girlfriend in the face but they held back. Soon the crowd began moving away from May, who assumed that they had enough poking their fingers at her for the humiliation that she caused for herself and Octavian. Though the crowd didn’t move away but instead made room, the people of Camp Jupiter and New Rome had made room for their Praetor, friend, and sister. Lyria, who made her way through the crowd before staring at May directly in the eyes.

Lyria:

I came as I soon heard

Emilie:

What!?

May:

Lyria

Emilie/Nala/Bernice:

All the way from Scotland?!

Damn!!!

May:

Lyria, thank the Gods

Someone understands what I’m

Struggling here to do

Lyria grabbed May harshly by the collar of her purple SPQR shirt as she tightly held her with just one hand. May feared for her life at the moment as the Princess of Olympus and many other titles aggressively grabbed her by the collar of her shirt. Glaring deeply into her frightened eyes before Lyria harshly whispers into her ear.

Lyria:

I’m not here for you

“Ooooh” the people whisper in shock as they hear Lyria whisper in such an aggressive way where they didn’t interfere with her and May. Bernice looked away from the unfortunate conversation while Emilie and Nala watched this incident with pure satisfaction. They chuckled devilishly underneath their breath just waiting for the perfect that May Sophia deserves for not only confessing she had an affair behind Octavian’s back but also revealing it for the entire city and camp. This is just a perfect day for Emilie Jade as she slowly watches her enemy slowly falling down.

Everyone knows that if you mess with Lyria, you will suffer immensely. Lyria held more than 1% of what a regular Roman descendant can ever have. She could kill anyone in a second or less with her bare hands, or she could use her powers and kill you in the slowest, painful death. Lyria has the Gods; Major and Minor, Three Fates, Chaos, and Thanatos behind her back. Let’s not forget the entire Chaos Army, which are personally trained by Chaos, Lyria, and Echo.

Lyria:

I know my own brother like I know my own mind

You will never anyone as loyal nor as kind

I love my brother more than my own life

I will choose his happiness over mine every time

Lyria roughly pushed May away from her before raising her fist in the air. Bernice closed her eyes as she heard a crack echo in her ears. Knowingly that her ex-cohort mate's long time friend has punched her greatest enemy.

Everybody else watches with pleasure as Lyria punches May hard twice in the nose and stomach. May fell down to the ground wondering if maybe somebody will have sympathy in their hearts and willing to scold Lyria for punching her. Though none of them as they insisted that May Sophia had it coming.

Lyria:

Put what we had aside

I’m standing at his side

You could never be satisfied

Gods, I hope you’re satisfied

Lyria cold-heartedly left the poor woman in their regular SPQR purple shirt and leggings helpless who was crying on the ground. Tears were streaming down May’s face as she held her bleeding nose and hurting stomach that stung greatly in pain. Everybody began walking away from her but Emilie kept glaring at her with pure satisfaction now she saw May Sophia fallen down into the pitch black darkness of her failure. Causing her reputation to be ruined in New Rome and Camp Jupiter.

Emilie/Nala/Bernice:

Well, she’s never gon’ be Praetor now

That’s one less thing to worry about.

May:

At least I was honest with our money!

(Well, she’s never gon’ be Praetor now)

At least I was honest with our money!

(Well, she’s never gon’ be Praetor now)

At least I was honest with our money!

(Well, she’s never gon’ be Praetor now)

Emilie/Nala/Bernice:

That’s one less thing to worry about!

The Cordelia Pamphlet

Have you read this?

Have you ever seen somebody ruin their own life?

Octavian Tabullo had locked himself in his office as he read the four-page pamphlet. Tears were streaming down his face whereas Reyna, Flint, Echo, and Lyria were banging the door harshly. They attempted to open the door but as expected Octavian has a habit of locking his doors while working. Though this time they knew that Octavia isn’t working at all but instead they know that Octavian is crying in pain, anger, and humiliation by the thought that his beloved May has cheated on him. In which he and everybody else in New Rome and Camp Jupiter never expected May to do such a notorious act but in the end she did. Cruelly stabbing Octavian in the back nonstop. If it were Camp Half-Blood Lyria and Echo would have broken through the door or teleported in the room using their strength or powers, but it was different at Camp Jupiter and New Rome because the doors were enchanted to only be forced open only by an immortal and that there were double doors.

Tears continue streaming down Octavian’s face before Lyria and Echo somehow manage to get the double doors to open. Everyone looked at Octavian in relief as they saw him still alive and well. Although, Lyria would know if Octavian was really dead or not.

The Puerto Rican girl hugged the freckled-acne scarred-tan American, who broke down inside her arms. Reyna and the rest did their best to console Octavian's broken heart.

Emilie/Nala/Bernice:

Her poor ‘Tavian

Author's Note:

Emilie, Nala, Bernice, Reyna, Flint, Phoenix, Daisy, Lyria, Echo, and Octavian are part of the First Cohort.

Echo is the Echo from the myths. She was adopted by Aphrodite. Therefore, Echo has ADHD and Dyslexia.

Lyria and Echo has been at Camp Jupiter and New Rome since they were 5 years old. Both girls swore on the River Styx not to tell either side, until both Romans and Greeks knew of each other’s existence.

Lyria has been Praetor since she was 9 years old (she’s 11 in this story), Flint has been Praetor when he was 10 (in this story he’s 13), Echo has been Centurion since she was also 9 years old (she’s 11 in this story), Reyna had been at camp for 3 months (she’s 13 years old), Octavian has been Centurion when he was 10 (in this story he’s 15), May, Emilie, Nala, and Bernice are also 15 years old. Daisy is 25 years old and Phoenix is 26 years old.

Lyria and Echo are both in Gryffindor. Both were almost sorted into the other houses; Lyria in Hufflepuff more and Echo in Ravenclaw, and Slytherin because Greek demigods are cunning and sly. But considering their pasts and present, the Sorting Hat sorted them both in Gryffindor.

Emilie Jade daughter of Cupid, Bernice Gonzalez daughter of Mercury, Nala Bank daughter of Trivia, Lyria Graham de Vanily daughter of Apollo (Greek side, witch), Flint Vance son of Victoria, May Sophia daughter of Venus, Daisy Cordelia legacy of Eris, Pheonix Cordelia son of Fortuna, Echo Butterfly (ex-nymph, adopted by Aphrodite, blessed by Hecate for Wizarding Magic)

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rkmeiqi · 4 years ago

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[ NOTIFICATION ] VLIVE JUNE 5TH, 2020 @ 11:03PM

Surprise LIVE! AND*ROMA : 춤추자! lets dance! 💎💃

the live starts with a view of one of nova’s practice rooms. meiqi shows up on screen shortly afterwards, waving for the fans and smiling brightly despite the bags under her eyes that show her obvious exhaustion. “hello, everyone!”

she keeps waving as she waits for more people to arrive. the numbers slowly go up and more comments start to fill up the chat, before she finally starts talking. “it’s me, meiqi! this is the first time i’m talking to you guys through vapp, right?”

“where are the other members? i think they should be back at the dorms by now.” meiqi glances at the door that everyone disappeared through a while earlier. “i decided to stay back to talk to you guys and impress you with some dancing! i’ll wait a little longer though, so more of you can join.”

she answers random questions for a few minutes, things like what’s your favourite starbucks drink? (cotton candy frappuccino) and dogs or cats? (both). then, there’s a fan requesting drama recommendations, and meiqi can’t help but promote one of her best friends.

“have you guys watched revenge note 1? isn’t the actress for ho goohee so cool?” meiqi, herself, has been keeping up with the episodes as they come out, watching them before she falls asleep. “everyone, please support eclipse’s anna and watch the webdrama! i promise it’s good!”

meiqi leans in closer, squinting to read the comments. “are you and anna close? yes! me and yerim-ie went to school together and we still talk a lot.” as she speaks, meiqi unlocks her phone and scrolls through her photo album. finding a cute selfie of them, she turns the phone around to show it to the viewers. “this is from the time i went to visit her at a photoshoot for a chicken cf. security almost kicked me out because they thought i was a crazy fan!”

she shows a few other pictures of her and yeri, some from high school and others from the rare times they were able to meet up. she also shows pictures of the food truck she had sent yeri on set of her webdrama, and the selfies with gourmet ice cream that she had received in turn.

after rambling about how much she loves her friend (and probably boring most of the viewers), meiqi remembers what she had initially promised she would do and quickly stands. “right! i said i was gonna dance for you guys. why didn’t you remind me?! you guys just let me go on and on about yeri!”

her laughter rings out as she disappears off camera to plug her phone into the speakers. meiqi presses play and then runs backwards as the first few notes begin to filter through the practice room’s speakers. she takes a few steps back to make sure her entire body is in the frame, and then she’s doing the infamous point dance of up and down.

she’s seen some idols get shy after attempting the dance, but meiqi doesn’t falter once. she’s in her element with this song, this concept. she knows the dance considerably well for someone who hasn’t formally practiced it. that’s not to say meiqi wasn’t blasting it around the dorms for a good week, singing into her toothbrush and dancing in her bed.

she performs it up until the end of the first chorus, before approaching the camera once again with a proud grin. “what do you think?” she asks the viewers as she settles onto the floor again, tilting her head inquisitively. meiqi reads the comments as they come: as expected of meiqi! and jfkdjsjkdg QUEEN. she laughs loudly, basking in the compliments that come in every language. “ah, wait, what did you say? dance meiqi-ne? i like that!”

“are you an olympia? yes, i love luxe! i’ve been following them since they debuted!” meiqi clasps her hands in front of her chest dreamily as she thinks about her favourite group, and now her seniors in the industry. “they have really good music and i think they’re all so pretty! one time, i met ella—i think it was last year during the halloween party. we both dressed up as royalty and she approached me first! it was kind of embarrassing though because i was still technically a trainee and i kept stuttering… but she didn’t make fun of it even once. still, i hope she doesn’t remember that.”

meiqi presses a hand to her forehead, embarrassed that she’s shared one of her weak moments. she’s still smiling, though, giggling even, because she holds the memory dear.

she remembers that she’s doing a vlive and removes her hand so that the fans can get a proper look at her rosy cheeks, and so that she can keep reading the comments.

“what other groups do you like?” meiqi strokes her chin, pretending to think. “and*roma?” she chuckles at her own (poor) joke. truthfully, she doesn’t know if there are other groups that she’s really a fan of; she might like their music or know the members, but no one can compete with luxe. might as well promote herself—though it’s stupid, considering 99.9% of the people watching this live must be fans of the group already.

“show us more dance covers!!! wow, so you guys don’t wanna talk to me, huh?” she purses her lips to hide the teasing smile, but it doesn’t quite work when she reads the onslaught of incoming messages that protest and promise that they enjoy talking to her.

to appease the fans, she pushes herself off the floor and dusts off her shorts. meiqi reaches for her phone and presses shuffle on the playlist she had prepared beforehand. it’s filled with the latest songs that she’s learned and a few older tracks that she likes.

she starts with she’z. to anyone who knows her personally, it might come as a surprise because meiqi has never been a fan of the group. their concept was always too cute for her liking, but their recent releases were right up her alley. unfortunately, she only knows the chorus for dumhdurum, so she fast-forwards the song until then, and starts dancing.

dolls by k.arma is next, another group that meiqi likes. the sophisticated sexiness of the song caught her attention almost immediately upon release. to a lesser extent than luxe’s songs, meiqi has replayed it many times, and after only a handful of times watching the dance, she had picked up on most of it. so, she performs from the beginning until the end of the chorus just as she had done with up and down.

she lets the rest of the song play at a lower volume as she returns to read comments. compliments, compliments, compliments. god, she really loves this. “so cool~ do you know any convex songs? yeah! one sec!”

meiqi searches through her music library and clicks on boom boom. she doesn’t know the choreography as well as the other songs she’s performed, but she thinks she can make it work anyways. besides, she knows the point dance exceptionally well, so she exaggerates that part with a laugh.

she’s having fun. after practicing high heels all of last month, a part of meiqi dreaded being in the practice room. she just associates it with a bad time now, but being able to dance freely to songs she actually likes is oddly liberating. and maybe she just enjoys being praised by faceless strangers who love her.

“oh! there’s also this new group,” meiqi starts once she’s completed the chorus. she taps on gorilla, and raises her voice to be heard over the music. “do you guys know de:code? i went to meet them backstage during promotions because i’ve known seonho since…” meiqi counts on her fingers, but it’s useless. “i actually don’t know. but it’s been a long time! he’s like a little brother to me, so i was shocked when he debuted with such a cool concept!”

cupping her hands around her mouth, meiqi shouts out, “a.c., i’m your biggest fan!” before launching into the chorus’s choreography.

she’s been dancing so energetically for the past half an hour or so, that she’s finally broken a sweat. her breathing is irregular and heavy now, so she rushes to turn off the music. meiqi plops down in front of the camera, making an x with her arms. “no more dancing, guys! i’m so tired!”

catching her breath, she reads through more comments. “what about per_se? i’ll learn their dances properly and show you guys next time, okay? sorry everyone, and sorry to my seniors.” she presses her hands together and bows her head in an apology.

it’s getting late now, and meiqi really needs to return to the dorms. as much as she doesn’t want to leave, wants to continue talking to fans and dancing to her heart's content, she wasn’t lying about being tired.

“i think it’s time to go, everyone. no, don’t leave? what? you guys have to sleep too, you know! not just me!” she runs a hand through her hair, all oily from the sweat of a long day spent practicing. ugh, is it obvious to the fans that she really needs a shower? she sure hopes not.

“i promise we’ll see each other again soon,” she says earnestly. even if she doesn’t plan on going live again for a while (they’re far too busy right now), and*roma is preparing for a comeback. the fans may not know it, but she can assure them that it won’t be long until they’ll see her again.

“goodnight, everyone!” just like she’d started the live, meiqi ends it with a wave and a smile. the manager confirms that it’s over before meiqi falls back onto the floor, letting the day’s exhaustion take over her body. “that was fun,” she says aloud, not listening to whatever the manager responds with. probably something about getting ready to go back to the dorms, or maybe scolding her for talking so much (has it really been over an hour since she went live?).

she hadn’t noticed so much time had passed, a stark difference to recent practices where all meiqi did was count down the hours, minutes, and seconds until they could leave.

it’s true, what they say. fans really do give you motivation.

#sol;#a✰r;june20 #italics are meiqi reading comments!!!#a✰r #tagging bc mentioned #rkyeri #rkella #rkseonho #wc: 1728 #this is sooooo long frick

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swamp-tastic · 5 years ago

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Fanservant: Hestia

Class: Ruler

AAABQ Deck

The Goddess of the hearth has manifested in response to the pruning of the timeline. Although not a goddess that intervenes much in the affairs of mortals, she has heard of a tragedy that has befallen her family in another world and as the eldest it is her duty to look after her siblings. She is summoned as a demi-servant of one of her priest, using Chaldea itself as a summoning catalyst.

Personality:

Hestia is a friendly older lady, that wants everyone to have a good time. She is uncannily good in making other people open up and is always willing to lend an ear with some good advice. If someone has trouble or needs someone to talk, she wants to be the first one you think of.

A goddess that favors humans but never directly intervened on their behalf. Behind her easy smile and motherly attitude hides a sense of great responsibility and shame. She regrets the fact that she never tried to help humans directly or even to prevent her siblings from causing as much harm as they have. This is her wish. To act in this new manifestation as someone she wished she was back in the Age of Gods.

The Greek gods are machines that, through their interactions with humanity, become more human themselves. Hestia is the one that was affected the most by this exchange, since she was a widely worshipped deity and one many people prayed to. However, she never talked her siblings out of their cruel behavior, thinking that it was not her place to speak against them. Manifesting in the modern World, Hestia is overjoyed that women no longer have to hold their tongue and seeks to live life as she pleases. She will be sure to say when things bother her, or speak up against all manner of cruel behavior.

Appearance:

Hestia looks like an older woman in a white Greek toga. Her first ascension has her add a cloak. In her third ascension she swaps the white toga for a gold one with intricate designs. She also gains a crown

Stats

Strength: D- Endurance: A+++

Agility: C Mana: EX

Luck: B NP: EX

Passives

Hearth of Olympia EX

Hestia is the metaphorical hearth of Mount Olympus. Where she is, the concept of “Home” follows. A variation of the Territory Creation skill

Increase own Arts Card effectiveness by 15%

Goddess Essence B

Skills

Peaceful Hearth A++

An Authority that prevents battle and strengthens bonds. A good meal that is shared with your chosen Family and brings you close together. Although this skill isn’t suited for battle, Hestia unintentionally activates this skill by worrying over her teammates

Heal all allies and increase their debuff resistance and buff removal resistance

First Rights B+

Hestia is the oldest of the immortal Gods of Olympus and received first offerings at every sacrifice. So now let your older Sister/Aunt be the first to protect you too

Applies a taunt to Hestia and charges her NP

Flame of Protection EX (Sealed)

Hestia is a peaceful goddess and doesn’t like fighting. That said, she helped her siblings overthrow the Titans and her divine Flames are a Force to be reckoned with. The Flame that Prometheus gave to Humanity is the Flame of the divine Hearth and the Flame that will chase away the Darkness. However, Hestia refuses to use this power offensively and instead uses the effect to protect her family. (A certain Titan might possess this skill too, but Hestia isn’t talking about any potential connection between them)

Grant Invincibility to all Allies for one turn and increase their defense

Polýolvos ÆSTÍA

Home is where the Heart(h) is

Arts – Support EX-Rank

Hestia’s Authority of Family and Home given new Form. Wherever Hestia is, there will be a Home for everyone. Allies will be reminded of their Home and have their fighting spirit strengthened, increasing their attack and defense. A healing effect will also be applied and their debuffs will be cleansed

This Noble Phantasm is not the Authority of a goddess that forces reality to act in her will, but the power of the bonds of Chaldea, given new form through the blessing of a beloved Family Member. Hestia is overjoyed at Chaldea’s existence and will heap blessings upon blessings upon it. A found family is still a family

Dialogue:

Summoning: Hestia, the Goddess of the hearth, home, domesticity, family, and the state. I have manifested to help out. Master, is there a hearth to gather around?

Bond 1: Chaldea is a great place. But it can’t compare to my hearth on Mt Olympus. I’ll show it to you sometime.

Bond 2: Hm? I’m not what you were expecting of a greek goddess? Well, I prefer to be outside the spotlight, so it might be that.

Bond 3: This body is the body of one of my beloved priestess. Have you heard of the Vestal Virgins? This one has offered herself as a temporary body for me.

Bond 4: My siblings have caused so much harm to humans. I love them still, but I do wish I intervened. But that is why I am here now master. As the eldest it is my duty to be an example to my younger siblings.

Bond 5: I see now Master. You are Chaldea’s hearth. You hold it all together. I know that burden and that is why you can always come to me with your problems. I will support you. That is what a family does.

NP Line 1

This is the shining flame that warms Mt Olympus. Come together, let us enjoy our company. For one moment, let us all be peaceful my siblings. This is my greatest Wish

Polýolvos ÆSTÍA

Np Line 2

This is a time to spend among loved ones. Heroes, remember your Heart. Your Home is far, but you carry it in our hearts. The Blessing of the eldest Olympian manifests

Home is where the Heart(h) is

Np line 3

This is a time to spend among loved ones. Here at the edge of the world we join once more. The ideal dream, this second lives greatest treasure

Chaldea Unison

Servant Reactions

Artemis: Artemis? Is that you? What are you doing with that poor human? What if your hunters could see you like that? I know that you love him but that is to much. We are going to talk about your relationship. Seems like you need help with that

Paris: Is that… Apollo?!? Young man, you better have an explanation why you brought this child…. Oh. That is Paris? Hmm… if you ever need someone to talk about that day, my dear, my door is always open

Heracles: Oh my lovely nephew. How are you. You have grown so big. How is Hebe? Oh, you’ve found a friend? My, how lovely. You must tell me everything. Auntie Hestia is going to cook some meat for her big, strong boy

Asterios: Oh you poor, poor boy. There, there. How about I make some big cookies for you?

Medusa: Ah, it’s you. I am sorry for what has happened to you. At my hearth, there’s always place for one more, so if you wish to join me, feel free to do so.

Altera: YOU! MONSTER! WHY… I see. You are a servant of humanity? Hmm… I guess that makes sense. You seem to have trouble on your own. How about we sit together and talk? It doesn’t have to be about anything important. I’d just like to get to know you.

Irisviel: Oh, what a lovely young woman. Still, you seem burdened. Would you like to join me for a nice meal? I’d love to hear about your life my dear.

Da Vinci: You are the caretaker of this facility? We don’t have much in common but I must say, you do an excellent job. I hope you find joy in the family you have found.

Tesla: Oh dear. You managed to replicate my brothers lighting. How incredible. Humans are truly fascinating. Let me talk to my younger brother before you meet him though. He doesn’t take such things easy.

Tiamat: Oh, the great mother. It pains me to see her fallen so far. I thank you Master for freeing her.

???: Oh, I should have known you would show up. If I’d have known about the consequences of your plan, I would never have given you my flame. But now, being here, I am so very glad I did. Look at them. They have come so far

SPOILER

Lostbelt Zeus: How…. You… I… I never expected you to be able to… Your Children! OUR BROTHER!! You finally did it. You broke the family I so desperately wished to protect. For you, I think I will rekindle the sparks that burnt the Titans. I hope it was worth it..

#fate #fanservant #guys i love hestia so much #so i tried to make a fanservant with her #since that seems to be in right now #also fits with atlantis and olympus on the horizon #If anyone got questions I'd love to answer them #fate hestia #i hope you guys like it

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xoexoxhoe · 5 years ago

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On The Hill

A/N: This is LITERALLY one of the most interesting things i’ve ever read. My Co wrote this based off of her love for political angst/dramas, and honestly, it’s really good guys, TOTALLY WORTH THE READ. We hope you enjoy this little piece by Momo (@sailor-baek )

Characters: Park Seonghwa (ATEEZ) & Reader (Y/N), featuring another ATEEZ member!

Theme: Political AU, angst, love affair, political drama

Nothing comes easy when you work for the President of the United States. Especially when it involves Park Seonghwa.

💥Warning: Angst💥

The processional march was colorful noise in your ears as you followed closely behind the big man. It got older every time you heard it, which was, quite regrettably, every first Friday of the month. Really, anything would be better than the obnoxious blaring of-what was it? An oboe? You had no idea but it sure didn’t sound like the Chopin Nocturne op.9 no.2 you had to turn on every night to sleep.

“You’re doing it again.”

You didn’t even remember getting on the floor, a communications intern behind the press caucus chuckled. Carrie Ann. George Washington University undergrad and poli-sci masters at the good ‘ole Harvard. You made a mental note to fire the little shit as soon as this thing was over. Your attention turned to the man, still waiting for a complete introduction at the podium.

“Doing what, sir?”

“That frown thing with your eyebrows. You’re gonna get wrinkles, Y/N. What was that cream thing you use? You better stock up before Big Pharma gets their hands on the patent or I’ll have to call you...what is that new movie with Oprah?”

“A Wrinkle In Time, sir.”

“Yes, that one! A wrinkle-”

“It’s a childrens movie; nothing to do with premature aging, sir.”

A little huff escaped his lips and a slight tug appeared on yours. The press secretary was clapping now signaling for your boss to give his address.

“I’m sure your daughter will be happy to watch it with you tonight. Mr. President, you’re up.”

“Ah yes, it appears so.”

You watched as he made his way up to the center; flurries of camera flashes turning the west wing corridor into a light show. This is the time when you would check out. His speech was solid, you had looked it over yourself the hour prior. Today, however, there was a particular bump in your paved smooth travel down the hill. A rather large bump, by the name of Park Seonghwa. He was standing to the right behind his Prime Minister with the cheekiest smile plastered across his face. Bilateral economic relations didn’t warrant this kind of happiness, it oozed off of him like fucking honey. You had heard your greenies gushing over him earlier that day. The hot speech writer from the embassy. Why was he even here? Stupid question, you knew it was because he was Prime Minister Cho’s nephew. Nepotism at its finest. You had to use that one later. It would definitely sting. When clapping resumed again you made your way to the podium to rally the cameras back into the hall.

“Coverage of the reception will be permitted. I’ll have the details sent over via secure line. Until then please wait in the briefing room for further instruction. Thank you, everyone.”

You turned the corner still trying to shake that stupid smile from your mind when Carrie Ann caught your eye at the coffee corner. Before you could stalk all the way over, someone called your name.

“Ms. Chief of Staff...sir?”

God, you had forgotten your interns had project due today. “One sec, hun.”

You pivoted straight into a paper cup of coffee. “You look like you wanted to, um, talk to me.”

“Carrie Ann, do I amuse you.” The cup was warm in your hand now; sickly sweet aromas filling your nose. A little sip of the searing liquid confirmed your suspicion, too much liquid sugar. The poor girl had gone white.

“More specifically, my face-does it...does it make you want to laugh in a room of every major news outlet in the Pacific?”

“No ma’am, I didn’t mean to-”

“But you did.” You took a longer sip and gave her one last canvas before turning back to the little crowd that had gathered. “This coffee is wonderful by the way. Just a little suggestion, though; go easy on sweetener. You’ll need to remember that when you start at the local Starbucks.” You relished the gasps all the way to your office. It wasn’t until someone cleared their throat that you remembered you weren’t alone.

“Shitty morning, my greenies. Tell me something that won’t make me want to throw you off of the east wing balcony.” A lazy finger point at the intern that had tapped your shoulder earlier opened a flood of updates.

“The KORUS coverage just hit air and it’s already trending on Twitter and Facebook.”

“Washington Governor Townsend has agreed to the state park expansion plans in Olympia; we should have the contractors’ bids on your desk no later than noon.”

“The writer guy is waiting in your blue room, ma’am. Said he has an appointment.”

Messy papers were strewn all over your desk; draft bills for POTUS to look over and countless testimony from the bane of your existence that was the municipal aide fund. You didn’t even look up. “I know plenty of writers, Joshua, you need to be more specific.”

“The hot one, ma’am. Tall, Korean, windswept hair look-”

“You need not go on, dear, this is the White House, not a middle school cafeteria. Send him in.”

The group trudged to the door. “Wait. I want all of you to finish up those Arbor Day submissions from the kindergartners. Pick a winner too.”

“The criteria, ma’am?”

“I don’t know, pick one that colored the trees unrealistic colors. I support impressionism and nothing says ‘Happy Tree Day! Thank you for the oxygen!’ more than a purple ficus.”

“Got it, ma’am, purple ficus.” You shoo-ed them off with the hope that the president would get a chuckle from handing a five-year-old artist a certificate for a periwinkle disaster on national television.

“That girl from earlier. I passed her crying on the way here; such a harsh way to be let go.”

You scoffed, “I might just call secret service to drag her out. Why are you here, Mr. Park? You didn’t have an appointment.”

Seonghwa sauntered to your desk, unbuttoning his suit jacket while easing onto the varnished oak and cocking his head to the side, “Hm…” he grabbed the bow cascading down your blouse, rolling the silk in his fingers, “I never imagined something so frilly on someone so…”

“So what?”

He glared down at you, dropping the bow and retracting his fingers, grabbing the pocket square out of his suit, “So… disdainful.”

You smiled unevenly, “Sometimes I wonder where you learn words like this, but then I remember you went to college here and I can’t one up you with pretentious vocabulary.”

A smile spread across his face, “Do you want it in Korean? 경멸적인.”

“Why should I respect you, Seonghwa? I’m the White House Chief of Staff; not the eager college girl that gets you a cream cheese bagel in the morning.”

The way he got under your skin was criminal. Bad enough that he still hadn’t answered your initial question. What was the question? You were getting too old for this. “Your speech on NATO was cute; Prime Minister Cho did well for the press.”

“Did you like it?”

“Oh, I did. In fact I have a particular word in mind to describe it.”

“What would that be?”

“쓰레기.”

“Ah! She knows Korean now; such a dynamic personality.” His index finger tapped against his palm, “First off, we have a condescending Chief of Staff, who, with no mercy or remorse, loves to fire her perky college interns. Second, she must be achingly smart because she dragged my Korean speech-”

“I’ll stop you right there. Perky? Not exactly the word I’d use to-”

Seonghwa stood, readjusting his suit, “Let me finish, Y/N. Finally, for someone so beautiful, you sure do have a terrible temper.”

“You came here to be an asshole; is that it?”

“Takes one to know one, ma’am.”

“You’re the one that called it a dynamic personality.”

He paused, clasping his hands together, “I simply came to ask if I’d be seeing you at the party tonight.”

“To gawk at your latest arm candy? Don’t count on it.”

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The Secretary of Commerce had always rubbed you the wrong way. From the beginning of the appointment, green shadows in his hollow eyes had made his motive clear. Sure, the trade renewal was beneficial to everyone. It was especially so to one certain senior official that had poured half the budget into the Korean subsidiary of a Chinese chemical manufacturer. You weren’t a god, neither was the president. The things that were sacrificed in the name of universal well being wouldn’t keep you up at night. Besides, the geezer talking your ear off had to pay for his estate in Great Barrington somehow. You felt a hand slip around your waist.

“It was a pleasure, Mr. Secretary. Congratulations on the agreement.”

Pulled away without much more than a nod in his direction you turned your attention to your companion. “How did you know I was dying of boredom?”

“Y/N, dear, you wear your heart on your sleeve. It couldn’t have been more obvious if you had screamed ‘insolent plutocrat’ in his face.”

You gravitated towards the bar and took the cucumber vodka Yunho held out. He was every bit the man your parents had expected; fitting the description a 9 year old you had mapped out and stuck to the fridge. Doctor Jeong Yunho; Chief of surgery at Georgetown, specializing in neurology. How else could you describe Yunho but simply strapping. Heels didn’t challenge his height. His goofy smile never faltered and his bright eyes followed you like a puppy. Walking into any function with him felt like a cold drink laced with ecstasy; only mildly dangerous and the biggest ego booster. He made you feel powerful.

You leaned in to begin a whisper into his ear.

“My my my, what do we have here?” If Yunho was ecstasy, Seonghwa was the dirtiest mephedrone on the black market. That hand found your waist again. The woody scent on Yunho’s lapel invaded your senses. There came a time every woman had to face the music; you hadn’t wanted it to be tonight.

“Mr. Park, I don’t believe you’ve met my fiancé.”

“Park Seonghwa, right? I’m Yunho, nice to meet you, man.”

The newest patron took his hand, giving it a firm shake. “Likewise, Doctor. I assume congratulations are in order.” You cast a sidewards glance to Yunho who was playing idly with the silver band on his finger. The whole ordeal was suffocating.

“So when’s the big day?” Seonghwa’s eyes were on you now, still full of the morning’s mischief.

“End of June; we’ll make sure to send you an invitation.” You scooted a little closer to Yunho, letting his guarding presence hold you upright. A shrill beep sounded from his breast pocket; one that you had heard many times. He cleared his throat a little and reached for the pager. Duty always called. It didn’t matter even if you had just helped to divert a nuclear crisis. If someone had their head cracked open on an operating table, Dr. Jeong would be there to patch them up. You took a long swig of the sweating cocktail and set it down.

“You should go, honey. It sounds urgent.”

He offered you a sheepish smile. Seonghwa just turned to face the bar, sloshing a drink in his hand.

“Multiple trauma crash on the 95. Baby, I’m sorry.” Yunho lightly grabbed out your hands that re-did the buttons of his suit.

“I of all people know that work is work. Don’t sweat it kid. I’ll see you tomorrow night, okay?”

“You’re not coming home?”He met your lips in a chaste kiss.

“I fly to Mumbai first thing in the morning and I still have lots of stuff to do before then.”

Yunho just nodded with understanding and bent down to peck your cheek one last time. “Text me when you land.”

“Will do. Drive safe.” When he was far you heard a snicker come from the side. Rolling your eyes you motioned the bartender over for a refill. It was Bruno tonight. Thank god. He always kept the good stuff on the side for you.

“Work is work, huh?”

“Precisely.”

The brooding man eased towards you slightly, still looking forward. “Are you working me?”

“For what reason would I do that? I have nothing to gain.”

He downed his dark liquid. “We both know that isn’t true.” and with that, he was gone into the crowd of tipsy politicians. Dim chandeliers and the gaudy presentation was suddenly becoming too much. With swift steps you made your way to the president’s table, a pleasant smile plastered on your face.

“Sir, I’m going to head out for the night; lots to do for tomorrow.”

“Of course, Y/N! Send my regards to Yunho on his surgeries. I saw that he left earlier.”

It was that obvious, huh? “I will. Thank you, Mr. President. Congratulations again on the agreement.” With a quick side hug to the misses and last goodbyes, you walked to the back entrance. Your night detail was waiting at the door, purse and coat in hand.

“Evening, ma’am.” You took your purse and got into the car.

“Hello, boys. I’m so ready to sleep.”

“Home, ma’am?”

“Not tonight, Sarge.”

“Of course.”

The ride to the Regis was short. Without much thought you were in your suite; draped in silk and nursing a vintage malt the adorable concierge had given you. And you had tried so hard to not come off as an alcoholic. How disappointing. The door clicked open but you didn’t pay it any attention as you were still enthralled by the itinerary in front of you. A hand pulled the pin out of your makeshift bun sending hair cascading over your shoulders.

“You work too hard, Y/N.”

“I am my work. It runs my life” The humming in your ear made a familiar heat rush to your chest. It flared out down your arms in little tingles.

“This here isn’t work. I think this is something you’re doing all for yourself.”

You reached behind you, bringing lips hard against your own. There was a little cut on the bottom one from a consistent bite the owner was likely not aware of. Sucking on the spot elicited the deepest moan you’d ever heard. Music on par with Nocturne op.9.

“Add selfishness to the qualities of my dynamic personality.”

You turned around in your seat and found a firm grip on your ass pulling you flush against a rattling chest. “He seems like a great guy.”

“Don’t talk about him, Seonghwa.” Stepping off the chair you pushed him towards the bed. He fell onto the plush surface without a sound of protest.

“You definitely have a type. The press would have a field day.”

Settling over the cocky speech writer that had been tugging on the edges of your mind all day was satisfying to say the least. You fit there perfectly; taking everything that was Park Seonghwa in until it made you dizzy. Though not as dizzy as he became when you abused his neck with abandon. You always adored his icy veins threatening to pop in restraint. His hands fumbled at your hip, willing you to move against him. He was too busy getting off to shameless moans of his name in his ear to feel your knee press down hard on his clothed dick.

“If anything gets out to the media, prepare to have this handed over to your uncle on a silver fucking platter.” His breath hitched and you swore the bulge in his pants only grew. You replaced the knee with your hand and used the other to rip open his now wrinkled button down. Your favorite surface. Not as broad as Yunho, but Seonghwa would say the filthiest things to get you to paint trails down his chest until he couldn’t breathe. That’s the difference between your choice of drugs. The most dangerous ones were the most addictive. So when he captured your mouth again, a fresh whimper on his lips, you had no intention of backing up the threat. Seonghwa. Seonghwa. Seonghwa. Pure honey to taste.

“Please, just fucking ruin me, Y/N.”

“I serve at the pleasure.”

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bookdragonlibrary · 5 years ago

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Fourth Friday YJ appreciation

1-3 ; 4-6 ; 7-9 ; 10-13 ; 14-16 ; 17 ; 18 ; 19 ; 20 ; 21 ; 22 ; 23 ; 24-26

—————————— Exceptional Human Beings

- Is this... Batman works with Oracle. It’s the same tech than Nightwing!

- Yes! These is Katana and Metamorpho! I already love Metamorpho facial expressions! The scene from the trailer! Santa Prisca, Bane’s island! They’re so efficient! (Yeah, I have in mind the first time of the Team on the Island...)

- Is it thanks to Jade’s intel? So they will save Tara? :D

- Victor Stone? So this is Dr Silas Stone! I saw the movie, I know Dr Stone wont have time to go... Oh! The Reach tech is back!

- And it’s Steel or John Irons. (Why every person choosing a English name comes with John?)

- Did... did Metamorpho just turn himself into a fart? Seriously? Katana in the background and the indignated face of Metamorpho xD

- Sex implied, definitely mature content... Is it really the time to talk about Dick? You know what I mean... Wait, was that a joke? Like a subtext joke?

- Training Time! Forager’s sounds are so funny!

- Violet fell because she was blushing and Brion uses his powers because he was blushing. They’re cute! :3

- Nightwing definitely knows Batman is on Santa Prisca already and knows Brion will likely get himself killed with his actual combat skills...

- Deathstroke in the place. Oh she’s Cassandra, Savage’s daughter (yeah a lot of Cassandra this season!)

- She knows Tara! Now she’s is used by Granny Goodness... And Cassandra seems to... like her? She is a different character than Scandal (who is lesbian) right? Because I don’t want our first rep to be a pedophilic rapist, thank you very much... We already had Slade for that in Judas Contract...

- “I have observed that.” Definitely thinking about her sister Olympia :(

- Victor’s team! “I would ask Wonder Woman out!” “Me Black Canary” *Vctor rolls his eyes* Are we wasting screentime for straight idiots? (and I mean it in both ways) Just a question: do you think Victor could be gay with his reactions to the “straights comments”?

- “Cisco, a superhero?!” Well, Francisco Ramon will be a superhero one day (but I don’t know his powers yet.) Don’t worry my dear, a lot of people love Zatanna! He’s a Spanish speaker, from where?

- Victor don’t appreciate the bullying but not interfere :( But he’s so above their shit!

- Boo-yah is back! I can’t believe they also gave this easter egg!

- Batman or how burn someone with only words! xD

- “I always hated that name too!” Why don’t you change for you mother name, Arty? :(

- Violet Harper, I love how the writers connect the dots between the comics and what happens on the show!

- JADE! I love how she’s smiling, like she considerates it. We know she would love that. Why could hold her back? How could she think they don’t need her? Because of her father? Football... er I mean soccer is just a lame excuse! She’s crying! She definitely loves them! :’(

- Katana VS Lady Shiva! OMG Katana also uses a wakizashi (a short saber) with her katana like a samouraï :o

- “Bulletproof. That’s annoying” We already know that line but still funny xD So Metamorpho isn’t fireproof? That’s his true form!

- Oracle time!

- “No, no my guns!” Seriously Bane? Metamorpho just blows them a kiss xD

- Booyah! Someone is still using the goggles... Poor Vic :( “I see great things in your future” while showing a FatherBox. I don’t like it... I know the story but still don’t like it...

- Brucely! (Or Bruce Lee?) Such a good boy!

By the way, Katana never talks. She took a vow of silence after her sensei dies.

—————————— Another Freak

- First, I don’t like the title. I dislike even more the wiring from the Reach tech...

- There’s a bad father/son relationship (I mean with fights) each season, isn’t there? “Scene/seen. Now you’re boying me?” I love the dialogue! I know I could hate the wiring... The “dad” at the end broke my heart :’(

- “But Brion Markov’s attitude will soon change! :D” Forager knows what’s going on between those two. Forager is a Haloforce shipper! Human Forager is so cute!! “Be careful on the boys! They only have one thing on their mind!” “What one thing?” *embarassed Brion* “If we arrive with the councelor and the principal, all the other kids will love us!” My poor summer child... “No flying at school!” xD

- After gory Halo, here’s gory Victor :( And here comes the Fatherbox so bad news?

- “I’m so happy to be here it makes me sick” Violet is still dealing with human emotions. Stay whelmed! Or could it be the Fatherbox?

- Is that Terra with blue hair?? And... freckles? (she has the same character design that in the animated movie) Oh she’s Harper Row. My bad. The whole conversation was hilarious and cute!

- Victor’s still alive!

- Of course, access denied. Nightwing knows he would do it. He did it as Robin first! And of course Nightwing appears! And now they’re fighting...but with it Brion could speak his heart out.

- “How they could know us if they don’t interact with us?” I know Forager. Most human are most judgmental at first sight...

- “Are Violet and Fred freaks?” Oh no sweetie don’t think that :( “But Fred must look like a freak...” He refers to his human form. It’s logical. Would you feel like yourself in an alien form? “Freak is cool.” Exactly! “Two hands only” xD

- Victor is freaking out. Naturally. So... he goes... violet when the fatherbox takes control? Like he calls to be heal. So the violet color has a reverse meaning for a fatherbow than for a motherbox, logical as they are the two faces of the same coin.

- Harper is so sweet!

- Whoa new aura: indigo (between blue and violet). So we still don’t know what blue aura does (and black aura, but I’m not sure it exists). What does it do? She opened a Boom tube?

- “I’m not an abomination. I’m a freak.” That’s the spirit. That’s my girl!

- Pleasedon’tmurderhalo! pleasedon’tmurderhalo! Yes! She’s okay!

- She’s healing him! Poor Vic, he’s so confused. “My work here is done.” Violet is so cute!

- Silas trying to find a common thing with Vic is sweet but yeah.. Vic would feel like a rat lab, ask Ed. “Can I go with you?” His voice was so heartbreaking :( Victor prefers to leave to not hurt his father again :( Yeah he’s angry, it’s understanding. At least, he’s alive right?

- Kind of ironic they boomed tube in a football field...

- Brion is finally moving forward! :D

- Lobo’s finger begins to morph. Slobo on the way!

—————————— Nightmare Monkeys

- Tork from Mars, seriously? xD M’Comm should be so pissed...

Was that the Wilhelm scream?

- “I have practice” My heart :(

- it’s Paul who played Conner in Hello Megan! What time had done to you? Gar’s look when they talked about Marie :( Paul is his godfather! And Rita his godmother. Steven is his stepfather? That means he was with Rita, right? He’s Mento? “Thanks God.” I think they both don’t like the situation but still try to play their part...

- I don’t know if this seashell alien is real or just a costume...

- We were right! Halo IS a Motherbox! What happen to the script? Now we can predict things :( She’s... the reincarnation of the dead Motherbox Doctor X and Psimon studied. So Queen Bee works with Vertigo, since Psimon works for Quee Bee. So Gabrielle Daou consciousness died, murdered by Bedlam’s minions and the Motherbox soul regenerates/resurected in her body because she needed a vessel. But Violet still has some of Gabrielle’s memories via the brain, but maybe not her thoughts or emotions?

- I love the Emerald Crown teasing! Was Gar talking about his mother(s) when he said queen? That needle doesn’t seem good...

- “And now he tells you to be patient...” xD

Sphere, stay whelmed! And... the Fatherbow is awake again... And... Conner is shirtless again... Halo has clearly no idea what she’s doing. So cute she calms Sphere down :)

- So that doesn”t sound good... Encino, what/where that could be?

- “He’s dead, Tom.” What that the voice of... WALLY??? And all the dead heroes in the grotto... I mean Watchtower garden.

- Great! Supermartian know how to communicate now :) “Alone time” Weren’t you have a “intimate” time in a bathroom two episodes ago? “Date night/Secret base” Yeah Wolf me too. They got the communication, not the understanding...

- “The Reach... I mean the Klamulons” seriously?

- Tula, Ted Kord, Jason, was that the chronological order? I thought Ted was the last one. That’s why in season Tim went to Jason’s hologramme. Ted Kord died during the Summer break and they were in February. So Tim was a really young Robin!

- Wally speaks to casually about their death. “Who’s next? Guess it’s me.” Does that mean he’s not dead yet? But could soon be? Wally’s death scene reminds me how good the previous style was... RIP too! “Cancel the show already?” I heard the 4th wall break down.

- DOOM PATROL GO! WHAT’S THE HECK?The 4th wall is collapsing in a firy explosion.

- Garfield also collapsed. AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Rita Aka Elasticgirl with Starfire’s voice. Chief with Robin’s voice. Robotman with Cyborg’s voice (more like Cyborg’s father xD), Negative Woman with Raven’s voice.

- Steve Dayton is indeed Rita’s husband; So Rita adopted Garfield when Marie died? She did!

- “Sorry your mom(s?) died!” The song. “Just say goodbye to your second mom!” Rita and Marie were together? Was Rita bi/pan? “Let’s die!”

- Of course M’gann save the day, back with her season 1 appearance. The whole Mento’s speech is how Gar sees the situation right? Not the truth right? “I was 14.” Wait, all of this (except Marie’s death) only happen last year?

- M’gann is there to save her brother!

“Sure you’re even born yet?” This joke could also work with Bart. Man, if Bart was in that episode...

- “Queen Bee wants her honey back!” That was a lesbian joke right? The first rep of this season would be Queen Bee? Being Bi? (Why in English bi is pronounced like by and not bee? Do you see the missed joke here?)

- “Let’s watch the episode you were in.” Season 2. The pieces of the 4th wall break again.

- “Shut it down.” “I can’t hear a heartbeat.” He meant the channel, not the heart, Wally. Wait, was it a death wish because Gar can’t handle with all the mourning happening in a few minutes?

- Reminder: Beast Boy’s metagene was activated by Martian transfusion and a bite from a green monkey.

- Mass conservation? Is it a clue for Wally’s return? Like his mass was conserved somewhere when he was desintegrated? A place where he can save Garfield from the Goggles? How can Gar remember Wally’s death if he wasn’t even there?! But he appears as the green monkey to show a parallel? Between the monkey and blood transfusion saving him and Wally saving him now?

- Come back as a hero my boy!

- “Are you real or is this all in my head?” Ask Dumbledore, kid.

- M’gann is in the place! White but with a green aura.

- Yes, I think it was a distraction to cope with all the trauma.

- “Ready to get back to reality. Ready to get back to the life.” hero life? It was both litteral and metaphorical.

- Perdita who don’t understand the Team’s slang :) Gar, did you teach anything to her?

- Garfield finally understand that Gretchen is a bad guy. But it feels off as we already know it. The Evolution episode should have happen after this I think?

- Emerald Crown is so cute! Their kiss was ok, but why M’gann are you doing the same in front of your brother?

- Haloforce kiss! After we finally understand who Violet is! But I would like to see the moment which brings to the kiss :(

- Sphere!

- Of course Wally won’t come back until part b or even the end of the season, will he?

—————————— True Heroes

- It’s Halloween! Halo and Forager are adorable as usual.

- Poor Vic :( Halloween cancel and Violet can’t come :( Forager drives bioship xD (Such a weird sentence...)

- Tara is 15, same age than Bart and Gar.

- Dr Jace had a little girl. who was taken from her. Was she meta? It’s thay why she started to work with Bedlam? To have intel to find her? Or did Bedlam blackmail her to make her work for him? That’s why she’s is so overprotecting with the kids?

- “You’re be my little girl for tonight.” That sounds creepy, right?

- “I know I said pretend I’m not here but I’m.” Yeah, Dr Jace, maybe not the best way to explain where the teenager hormones lead to...

- “Vulnerable” weaks the Fatherbox up. Great. And it’s because she is vulnerable, Dr Jace tries to be closer?

- Cameron (Icycle Jr) and the Terror Twins grew up so much... And not in a good way. I miss the Twins’ design in season 1. They get uglier each season, bad guy cliche. But Tommy could be the Bad Blue Beetle from Bart’s future, they have quite the same morphology and Queen Bee sold Chimmer to the Reach, why not him too?

- Holocaust?

- Wolf attacking the Fatherrbox.

Dr Jace just took a violet ray and if they’re like Halo’s yellow one she should be badly injured... Not just inconscious.

- Emotions turn off Halo’s powers? They just activated them!

- Earth VS FIre. Terra lost :(

- Stay Whelmed, Brion!

- Psimon out! Wait, did just Devastation called him baby?

- Tara is free!

- And Holocaust is with a Queen Bee’s minions.

- Family reunion!

- YJ is now a scary movie. Maybe it’s just panic which shut down Halo’s powers? Fight Vic! “The problem is I had too much.” So it was panic. Now save him!

- Yeah, go save the other kids!

- The conversation between Junior and SB is so chill (no pun intended) and funny. “She was my girl.” “But I was into her.” Dudes, it’s not a competition or a race, just let the girl decide maybe?

- “Maybe that means there’s hope for me too!” Redeem arc foreshadowing?

- “Ow.” Junior plays dead.

- Can we appreciate SB’s combat style?

- Princess speech!

- The Black girl speaks French? Who they could be? Anita?

- League and Team squads were successful” I wish we could have seen them :(

- Dr Jace activated Tara’s metagene on the blackmailing to kill her :o

- Princess speech! :D

- Violet cry of joy is so cute! :)

- “M’gann’s gonna kill me.” xD

- Wait, why is Dr Jace taking Violet’s, hair?

- “They’re ready for the Team!” We’re gonna go our children back! But maybe give Tara some rest?

- “I’m in.” So we go for the Judas Contract storyline? Or that is a mislead?

- Wolf in the Bioship!

5 months to wait now :(

#young justice #YJ reviews #watch young justice outsiders #watch young justice

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darks-ink · 6 years ago

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Disinterred CH.2

Chapter 2: Led Away By Imperfect Impostors

“Well, he’s obviously still in the city, but we don’t have any proof that he’s, well, alive, do we? We deal with plenty of ghosts in this city, who says we can’t have one living among us?” “It wouldn’t be the strangest thing we’ve come across in Amity Park.”

(author notes, full summary, content warning, and links to AO3 + Fanfiction.net can be found in this linked post)

“Well doctor Beckett, what do you have for me?”

The addressed doctor didn’t look up from her work, but then, there was no need to. She had already recognized the voice as detective Payton’s. Instead, she snorted at his needlessly professional mode of address.

“Matthias, please just call me by my first name.”

She heard him sigh, and chuckled to herself. He complied, though. “Alright, fine. Olympia, what do you have for me?”

“Well,” she started, turning around to look at him while they were talking. “Not much, to be honest. As I suspected at the crime scene, it wasn’t a recent event. The corpse has been buried for a while, long enough that any traces of ectoplasm that might have been left behind would have evaporated ages ago.

“It’s almost impossible to determine a cause of death, but we haven’t been able to find any injuries beyond the obvious. It’s likely that he was killed by the same thing that burned him so badly, but we’re not sure what, exactly, that was.” She stared him down, having finished her speech.

Payton nodded, a grim expression on his face. “Any luck IDing the body?”

She hummed. “Between the decay and the burns, the easy ways of identifying him are out. We’ve been able to figure out that our victim is male, and that he was a teenager when he died, but there isn’t even enough of his hair left to tell what color it was when he was alive.”

A quick look at Payton showed that he was still following the conversation, and she continued. “Now, normally we would go for dental records with a case like this one. Unfortunately, we have no clue who the body could have belonged to, so we have no one to compare the teeth to.”

“So that leaves what, DNA?”

She nodded, a distasteful expression on her face. “Yep. And that, unfortunately, takes a while to get results from.”

“Great,” Payton sighed. “Be sure to let me know when the results are in.”

“Of course Matthias. Now go on, I’m sure you have more people to talk to.” She offered him a kind smile. In turn, he rolled his eyes but smiled back, before leaving the way he had come.

The sound of heels clicking drew the attention of the entire team. The determined expression on doctor Beckett’s face ensured that said attention remained on her.

“I got the results of the DNA test for our body.” Her voice was hard and cutting, like steel.

Payton quirked an eyebrow at her. “You don’t sound pleased with them. No match?”

“No, I got a match alright,” she practically hissed, and wow, Payton doesn’t think he has ever heard her this upset. Actually, he doesn’t think any of his officers have ever heard her upset at all. They must think that she’s pissed.

He saw Mike glance at Rosie, who shrugged in return, which apparently was all the encouragement Mike needed.

“So then what’s the problem?” The tone of his voice was casual, but Payton knew that it was faked.

“The problem is that it doesn’t make any god damn sense!” She accompanied the snarl with a glare towards Mike, who shrunk away from the furious doctor. Kid could face a hostile ghost, no problem, but apparently Beckett was too much for him. Payton decided to take mercy on him.

He cleared his throat, then spoke with his voice as calm as he could manage. “Have you tried double-checking them?”

Beckett’s stare could probably melt steel, but Payton has seen worse. Mike’s thankful expression helped, too.

“No, Matthias,” she snapped at him, “I’m obviously a complete idiot and hadn’t thought of that. Of course I double-checked! Even the dental records are a perfect match!”

“So then what’s the problem, doctor Beckett?” Rosie attempted to soothe the situation, but was rewarded with another glare.

“The problem is that the match is still alive.”

The entire team froze. Then they all simultaneously unfroze, exclaiming various expressions of surprise.

Beckett rolled her eyes, but had finally calmed down. “So yes, that is the problem.”

“But that doesn’t make any sense!” Mike groaned, frustration lacing his voice.

Seeing the chaos, Payton decided to put the discussion back on track. “Olympia, who is the kid?”

“The corpse is a perfect match for Daniel Fenton.” Seeing the shock on the faces of the team, she smiled. “Yes, he’s that Daniel Fenton. Son of ghost hunters Jack and Maddie Fenton.”

Payton hummed, thoughtfully. “And we know that their son is still alive, since he’s obviously in the city, still lives with them, and still attends school.”

“So then how did we find a corpse that is a perfect match with him?” Rosie is the one who asked, but Mike’s expression made it clear that he had been moments away from asking as well.

Beckett snorted. “That’s the real question, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Payton huffed. “Should’ve known we wouldn’t get a normal case in this city.”

Mike grinned at him, impishly. “Please boss, that would’ve been too easy.”

Payton rolled his eyes in fond exasperation before attempting to steer the conversation back on track. Again. “So now that we’ve established that somehow we have the dead body of a teenager who is still living in this city, does anybody here have any theories?”

“Well,” Mike drew the word out, waiting until everyone focused on him before continuing. “Do we know if he’s still living in the city?”

Beckett frowned at him. “Explain?”

The others blinked at him a few times, a variety of emotions flitting across their faces as they processed the statement.

“That’s...” Rosie trailed off, but Beckett picked up.

“It wouldn’t be the strangest thing we’ve come across in Amity Park.”

Payton hummed an affirmative, before nodding. “Alright, so why don’t we check if it’s possible. Rosie, check his school attendance records. See if he went missing for any suspicious amounts of time.” Hearing an affirmative from her, he turned to his other officer. “Mike, you check his medical records. I’m not sure how well a ghost can mimic human anatomy, but I bet that a doctor would take notice.”

“Yes sir, right away!”

Payton clapped his hands to draw the attention of his team, and looked at them as they gathered around him.

“So team, what did we find?”

Rosie stood up and cleared her throat. “The victim’s school records are… not great. His attendance during pretty much all of high school has been poor, he’s often late, skips lessons, and sometimes even leaves in the middle of class. The only extended period of time where he didn’t attend was about two and a half years ago, just after the start of his high school career. He was sick for about a week before returning.”

“Anything else noteworthy?”

She shrugged, and moved to sit down again. “No, unless you count his poor grades. Kinda weird, considering his genius family, but he might just be slacking off.”

Payton nodded, then turned to Mike. “And you, officer Milligan?”

“Uh yeah.” He licked his lips as he stood up. “He hasn’t been to any kind of medical check-ups in roughly two years. No trips to the hospital, no visits to the dentist, nothing.”

“Which supports our theory that if the boy is a ghost, he can’t mimic being alive convincingly enough to trick doctors. And, it coincides with the only time he didn’t attend school for a prolonged period of time.” Payton turned to face Beckett. “Doctor, is it possible that the body has been buried for that long?”

She hummed, appearing deep in thought for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, that’s definitely possible. Can’t confirm it based on the state of the body, though.”

“Wow Mike, looks like your theory might be right after all,” Rosie ribbed, winking at him. Mike, in turn, was clearly struggling to stop himself from sticking out his tongue in childish retaliation.

Sometimes Payton wondered why he still worked in this city.

“Alright gentlemen, that’s enough.” He glared down both of his officers, who offered him sheepish expressions in apology.

Seeing that he had drawn the attention back to himself, he decided to summarize the case. “So, we have the body of Daniel Fenton, who probably died 2 years ago. No one noticed, however, because a ghost has taken his place and has been living as Daniel since then. We’ll have to schedule an interview with him to see if we can find conclusive evidence in either direction. But even if the current Daniel Fenton is, in fact, a ghost, he might be Daniel as well.”

Beckett frowned at him. “What do you mean?”

“I think,” Mike hesitated, but continued when he saw Payton nod, “that he means that Daniel might be his own ghost.”

Rosie made a face. “If that’s the case, why didn’t he tell anyone? I don’t know about you guys, but if I was killed, I would make sure the murderer gets caught.”

“Yeah, I agree with officer Carver. If he was stubborn enough to not only come back as a ghost, but to move back in with his parents as well, I can’t imagine that he would shy away from informing the police.”

“Unless he doesn’t remember.” Mike shrugged upon seeing the incredulous expressions on the faces of Rosie and Beckett. “We don’t really know anything about ghosts. Daniel might remember things from when he was alive, so he can blend in like nothing happened, but maybe the memories of his death are lost.”

Beckett hummed thoughtfully. “I suppose that that makes sense. The murderer might have caught him off-guard and killed him before Daniel ever noticed.” She frowned. “But he would still be aware of the fact that he died. He shies away from doctors, so he must be aware.”

“Unless the ghost isn’t Daniel’s after all.” Payton smirked at the raised eyebrows of his team. “I said that the ghost might be Daniel’s, not that he is. We should consider the possibility that this is some other ghost playing pretend.”

“But why would a ghost pretend to be some random teenager?”

Mike snorted at his colleague. “Why do ghosts do anything? And it’s not like they never pretend to be alive, either. There have been a number of ghosts in this city that could pull it off so well that no one knew until they blew their own cover in a fight with Phantom. I’m sure we all remember the whole Ember craze? Or even that counselor at Casper High, whatever her name was?”

Rosie frowned back at him. “So you’re saying what, exactly? That a ghost attacked and killed an innocent teenager and then replaced him? And of all the possible victims, said ghost targeted the son of the cities best-known ghost hunters?”

“His parents...” Beckett whispered, but despite her soft voice all conversation dropped. As everyone turned to look at her, they saw her increasingly horrified expression. “His parents are ghost hunters. If Daniel was replaced by a ghost, either his own or another, surely they would have known.”

She looked up, meeting everyone’s eyes. “Unless they were responsible.”

An uneasy silence fell over them, as they all considered her words. Payton ended up being the one to break it. “You’re suggesting that the parents killed the boy, and that they’re forcing him to stay quiet about it?”

“Just think about it. If it happened two and a half years ago, it would have been before our first recorded spectral visitors. Everyone thought that they were nuts back then, as they had no conclusive proof that ghosts existed.” Beckett shrugged, uneasy. “If they found a way to guarantee that Daniel would become a ghost, they might have done it just so they had proof.”

Rosie shifted, a disturbed expression on her face. “And what, now that ghosts are known to exist they’ve decided to keep quiet about it?”

“Look, I agree that the Fentons are a questionable bunch. And while they love ghosts, they love their kids more, I’m sure of it.”

Payton sighed. “Unfortunately, Mike, sometimes people can put on very convincing acts.” He stood up, folding his hands together and putting on a determined expression. “But we were going to interview Daniel Fenton anyway, so we may as well involve the entire family.

“Even if the parents aren’t responsible, surely either them or their daughter would have noticed that Daniel died.”

The arrival of the Fenton family happened in typical Fenton fashion. It involved the god-awful screeching of tires and what sounded like metal being introduced to the walls of their building at worrying speeds.

Jack Fenton must have been driving the RV today.

The good thing about this was that the team handling the investigation was ready to receive the Fentons the moment they entered the building. The children were left in a waiting room, while Payton led the adult Fentons to an interrogation room. Rosie and Mike were already waiting behind the glass to watch.

While, admittedly, suspects normally wouldn’t be interrogated together, Jack’s tendency to ramble on about ghosts was legendary. Payton hoped that Maddie would help curb said rambling.

And so Payton found himself standing in front of the two possible murderers, dressed as always in their orange and teal jumpsuits. How was it that he could handle malevolent ghosts and possible killers with no sweat, but the two ghost hunters made him so worried?

Oh yeah. It was because they were nuts.

He shoved the thoughts away to focus on the case. The hunters looked at him with curiosity clear on their faces. Neither of them seemed concerned by the fact that they had been called in, no signs of concern or guilt.

He smiled at them, politely, and offered his hand for them to shake. “Jack and Maddie Fenton, I’m detective Payton. Lead investigator for the case involving the dead body found in the woods, which I’m sure you’ve heard of.”

Maddie shook his hand and nodded. “We’ve heard that a body was found, but I’m afraid that that’s the extend of our knowledge.” She released his hand, but Jack was quick to grab it in her stead. The ensuing handshake was overly enthusiastic, and Payton forced himself not to grimace as Jack finally released his hand.

“Yes, we tried to keep details about the case hidden from the public. For that same reason, we must ask you to keep anything you learn during this meeting to yourself.”

Jack grinned, wide and boisterous. “Of course, detective! We won’t tell anyone!”

Maddie, however, frowned at Payton. “So why were we asked to come in?”

Payton licked his lips, weighing his words for a moment. “We believe that the case might involve a ghost.” It wasn’t a lie, per se, but the Fentons would likely assume that he meant that they suspected the killer to be the ghost in question. It wasn’t a detail they would normally give out, but the Fentons would probably blame a ghost for the murder anyway, with or without proof.

Maddie’s eyes narrowed, her expression twisting into something foul. “Yes, of course. We should have known that a ghost was responsible for such a vile act. What do you want to know?”

“We’ve already established that it has been too long after the fact to determine the involvement of ghosts based on traces of ectoplasm. Can we find proof in a different way? A certain characteristic in ectoplasm-based burns, or something along those lines?”

Surprisingly, it was Jack who answered. “No, unless the death was directly caused by supernatural means. A ghost can kill by using their intrinsic abilities, but they don’t have to. The only guaranteed way is by checking for traces of ectoplasm.”

“Are there certain conditions that would have prevented the ectoplasm from dispelling? By burying the body, for example, or by burning it to a certain degree?”

“No.” Maddie shook her head. “The ectoplasm that ghosts naturally expel, both in its gaseous form and in its energized form, dispels too easily to conserve.”

“Yeah, the only ectoplasm we can keep to work with is liquid ectoplasm! It’s what we use to power out inventions, you know?”

“So there is no way to prove, or disprove, the involvement of a ghost?” Payton frowned. He hadn’t thought that there was a way to prove ghostly involvement, but it would’ve been good to have proof.

Maddie sighed. “I’m afraid not. Even high amounts of ectoplasm would have evaporated by now, and if the death was caused with ghostly abilities, you would have been able to tell without involving ghost experts.”

Payton nodded, offering them another polite smile. “Well, thank you for your time regardless. We’re still going to interview your children, but you two are free to leave.”

“Our kids?” Jack frowned at him, puffing up with a rather protective air. “Why do you need to talk to our kids?”

Payton hesitated for a moment, trying to determine the best course of action. He decided to try and play on said protective nature to distract them.

“The victim was a teenager, likely around the same age as your children would have been at the time. They might have noticed someone disappearing, even if they hadn’t thought anything about it at the time.”

Maddie gasped as Jack melted back into a more relaxed position. “Oh, poor kid! Their parents must be so torn up about it.”

Jack nodded along, before booming his own answer. “Yes, if you find out which ghost is responsible, be sure to tell us! We’ll tear the ectoplasmic scum to pieces!”

“Yes, we’ll let you know if we need your services. For now, please keep the details quiet.” As they moved to leave the room, he called to them again. “Oh, and please ask your daughter to come in next.”

When Jasmine entered the room, Payton shook her hand and smiled. “I’m detective Payton, and you’re Jasmine Fenton, yes?”

She nodded and fixed him with an investigative stare that reminded him of her mother. “That’s me alright. Why did you want to speak to me?”

“There are… concerns about your family, especially your brother.” She stiffened slightly at the mention of Daniel, but melted back into a relaxed position almost immediately. Curious.

“What about Danny?” Her tone was sharp, accusing. She knew something, but wasn’t going to give it up easy. Payton had to play this carefully.

“His track record with school is worrying. Between his low grades and frequent truancy, people are afraid that something is up with him.”

The gaze she set on him was calculating, and Payton realized that this girl was taking in and memorizing every single thing he said (and even what he didn’t say). He would have to watch his words, or he might accidentally let details about the case slip.

The expression on her face shifted into something less accusing, and she shrugged. “Yes, I agree that it is concerning. But I don’t think that it’s problematic enough to involve the police.”

Payton resisted the urge to scowl at her, and raised an eyebrow instead. “You aren’t worried about the fact that your brother has changed these last few years?”

“Nah,” she scoffed. “He’s a teenager, I would be worried if he hadn’t changed.”

Payton considered asking her more, but he could still see her analytical gaze beneath the carefree mask she put on, and decided to cut off the interview. She was too sharp, and he decided not to risk her figuring out details they were trying to keep hidden.

Instead he waved his hand towards the door. “Thank you for your time, Jasmine. You’re free to leave.”

Daniel entered the room with a hesitant expression on his face, and Payton caught a glimpse of doctor Beckett as she guided him in. She must have been on her way to watch the interview from behind the glass.

Payton put on his most encouraging smile and offered his hand. The boy accepted it, his own hand slightly cool to the touch, but not inhumanly so. Nothing about it suggested that this kid was a ghost.

But Payton wasn’t convinced so easily.

“Daniel Fenton, I’m detective Matthias Payton. Please, have a seat.”

The boy nodded and slumped into the seat before quirking an eyebrow towards Payton. “So uh, what’s up?”

Payton frowned inwardly at the typical teenage behavior. He knew he should’ve expected it, because if Daniel was, in fact, a ghost, the specter would have been skilled enough to fool the entire town into thinking it was a regular teenager. But still, it didn’t make his job of finding out the truth any easier.

Instead he sat down in his own chair. “You’ve heard of the body found in the woods, yes?”

Daniel nodded. “Uh, yeah. There are a bunch of rumors and stuff about it at school, but I’m not sure which of those are true and which aren’t.”

“The only thing the public currently knows is that we found the body. Everything else is speculation or guesswork.” Payton quirked an eyebrow at the boy. “So anything you learn from this conversation has to be kept quiet, okay?”

He nodded again, more vigorously. “Of course, I completely understand.”

“Good, good.” Payton kept his eye on the boy, to get the best possible read on his reaction to the news. “The body we found belonged to a teenager. Would’ve been about your age at the time of death.”

He wasn’t sure what kind of reaction he had expected from the kid. Definitely recognition, though.

But that wasn’t what he got.

No, instead the boy clenched his fists, a scowl on his face. His eyes light up with intense fury, and Payton could have sworn that the irises turned a vivid green, but after the boy blinked his eyes were their regular icy blue. For all intents and purposes, the kid looked like he was ready to go out and deal with the person responsible for the crime himself, if only he knew who it was.

It wasn’t even remotely similar to Payton’s expectations, and thus it caught him completely off-guard. He wavered for a moment, hesitating. But if the boy didn’t know anything about the body in the woods, then there was nothing Payton could learn from him. Not now, at least.

He cleared his throat, and the boy snapped back to attention, forcibly relaxing. “You’re free to leave, Daniel.”

The kid blinked at him, as if dazed. His reply was similar. “Huh?”

“We’re done with the interview, you’re free to leave.” Seeing the boy hesitate, he flapped his hands towards the door. “Go on, shoo. I’m sure you have something better to do than hang out at a police station.”

“Uh, yeah.” Daniel nodded and finally stood up, moving towards the door. “Um, good luck with the case. I hope you figure out who did it.”

And with that, he left.

“Well! That was rather useless.”

Payton quirked an eyebrow at Rosie in answer to her declaration. “You don’t know that.”

“Yeah I do,” she huffed. “The parents obviously didn’t do it, and they don’t seem to be aware of the fact that Daniel might be a ghost either. The oldest child, the daughter, was admittedly a little sketchy, but she’s protective of Daniel. Maybe she knows that he died, but she definitely won’t tell us.” She shrugged at the rest of the team. “And Daniel, or the ghost replacing Daniel, didn’t know anything either. So yeah, all of this was rather useless.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” Rosie whirled around to look at Beckett, who rolled her eyes at the other woman and sighed.

“You’ve already established that the parents aren’t responsible for Daniel’s death, and neither is his sister. Based on what I saw during Daniel’s interview, and what you’ve stated as well, the boy doesn’t know anything about the situation. Which means that the ghost isn’t the killer either.”

“So that leaves us with two possibilities for the identity of the ghost. One,” Payton held up a finger, “is that this is the ghost of Daniel Fenton, but he forgot about his death when he became a ghost. Or two,” he raised another finger, “this is some random ghost who decided to pretend that it was Daniel, and it never stopped.”

Mike hummed, thoughtfully. “I think his reaction was very interesting. Strange, too. He seemed genuinely angry about either the situation, or the fact that a teenager died. But there was no recognition of any kind, like he didn’t even consider the possibility that it was his body that was found. I don’t know what to make of that, though.”

“Yes, if this is Daniel’s own ghost, he doesn’t know anything about the circumstances of his death.” Beckett frowned. “I would suggest the possibility that he might not even be aware of the fact that he died at all, but between the avoiding of doctors and what we know of ghosts, I find that unlikely.”

“So now what? We invite him back and demand to know if he’s a ghost or not? Figure out some way to determine if he’s Daniel Fenton?” Rosie scoffed.

“Actually,” Payton drew out the word, “we probably should talk with him again. But first we’ll need to find some way to identify him without him figuring out what we’re trying to do. If this is, in fact, some random ghost, we can’t afford to have it find out. If it knows what we’re trying to do, it will do its best to stop us from identifying it.”

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LXIV.

August 2018

“Thank you for showing me around.”

“It’s no problem. I’ve been wanting to come to Wales since I got married anyhow,” replied Isabella.

“Why haven’t you until now?”

“Honeymoon, engagements, then of course the horrible pregnancy,” answered Isabella.

“Can I ask you something?” asked Elisabeth, Isabella’s second cousin as a Princess of Belgium.

“You can ask me anything.”

“Is there a reason why I’m being pushed to go on a date with your cousin Paul Louis?” asked Elisabeth.

“If I had any answers I would tell you, but I do not,” answered Isabella.

“I’m 16 years old and while I should be boy crazy, I’m not. I will one day rule Belgium and I have no time to be messing around with silly little boys right now.”

“While I don’t understand your position, I understand where your heart is coming from. I think you will make a fantastic queen and a worthy successor to your father. But I also understand that having a consort who understand our way of life would be the best option in the long run.”

“Paul Louis is 20. I don’t turn 17 for another couple of months. I’m not going to start a relationship with anyone who is years older than me.”

“Paul may not carry engagements but his parents do. He understands the lifestyle and he wouldn’t be a bad man to marry.”

“You do realize that Paul Louis is trying to date Zita right?”

“Which Zita?” asked Isabella.

“Bourbon-Parma,” replied Elisabeth.

“You have to give me more than that. There are too many Bourbons and too many Zita’s this family.”

“I think she’s Henri’s cousin. Your future brother-in-law Henri.”

“Paul Louis and Zita?” asked Isabella trying to imagine them together.

“Well I might be wrong and she might want Leopold. I don’t really spend a lot of time with them in the first place so you can't trust my word hundred percent.”

“I might have to talk with him, Leo, and Charlotte. It seems like so long since I’ve seen them anyhow. You grew up so fast so I can’t imagine seeing them again.”

“You are going to Belgium for uncle Baudouin’s anniversary right?” asked Elisabeth.

“Of course. Are they going?”

“Last time I heard they are. Even your grandmother Yolande is going and your aunt Margaretha with her family. It’s supposed to be a big thing,” answered Elisabeth.

“Uncle Baudouin meant a lot to many of people.”

“I think it’s amazing that Charles carries Uncle Baudouin’s name. It will remind him later on that he comes from the Belgian kings just as much as the English ones,” smiled Elisabeth.

“Have you talked with Joachim lately?” asked Isabella.

“He is fine. But you shouldn’t be asking about a former lover when you’re married.”

“Former lover? I can’t believe you just used those two words.”

“Well, what else am I supposed to call him? You two were never a thing but at the same time you were something,” replied Elisabeth.

“We don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to.”

“Why? Because he’s my cousin? Or is because I’m younger than the two of you and not supposed to know about this kind of stuff?”

“Because I haven’t thought about him in so long but seeing you reminded me of him. I’m married with children, I don’t need to think about Joachim.”

“This isn’t helping but... he misses you. He got drunk one night and cried in Aunt Astrid’s arms saying how stupid he was. He still wants you and I know that telling you this is not fair because like you said you are married with children, but I think you deserve to know.”

Isabella looked at Elisabeth seeing her great-grandmother Queen Astrid of the Belgians in her face. It broke her heart hearing the stories of poor Queen Astrid by those all around her. All anyone had were stories and pictures because of how young she died, “Do I really deserve anything? I have a kind husband, wonderful children, and a life that many wish for...”

“Some people can have everything yet still feel empty. The year before aunt Fabiola died you came to Belgium. Your parents thought it would do you good to be with her and family, and of course with my cousin,” said Elisabeth.

“I remember that summer... everyone thought the Belgian coast would do me some good but in fact, it made everything worse. I spend more time with my head in the toilet than anything else,” laughed Isabella.

“I remember thinking during that time if he could not put a smile on your face then nothing could. You would spend all day in your rooms and then disappear at night. It hurt to see you like that in all honesty.”

“I hate that those are the memories you have of me, I-”

“Those aren’t all. I have many goods ones, better ones,” interrupted Elisabeth.

“I fear those will be my children's memories of me. The depression, the anxiety, and it’s no way to live. My children deserve better than having a mother like me.”

Isabella looked at her wine glass before staring at her phone. It read 02:29 so that meant she had been for the past 4 hours. By drinking she could no longer breastfeed her sons and because they were being breastfed someone else had to be found.

“What are you doing?”

Isabella turned around to see Harry at the door, “Drinking. What else does it look like?”

“You shouldn’t be drinking,” said Harry as he got closer and attempted to take away the glass.

“I am already on my second bottle so don’t bother.”

“I thought you had gone to sleep. You were exhausted today.”

“I was. That is why I decided to drink my sorrows away,” laughed Isabella.

“Can you walk or do I need to help you to your bed?” asked Harry.

“Join me. I can pull out the vodka or bourbon if you’d like.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Come on. Don’t you think we deserve it? We have newborn twins in the other room we need this Harry,” laughed Isabella.

“I’ll have some.”

“Great! You can have the bourbon.”

“What about the boys?” asked Harry.

“They have Gaelle and Olympia. They are fine. They’ll have someone taking care of them and I’m not breastfeeding anymore. Just loosen up Harry,” answered Isabella.

Harry was reluctant but he allowed Isabella to pour him a drink. One drink turned into two and next thing Harry remembers is Isabella smiling at him from the floor with the bottle of gin in her hands. He had never seen her so relaxed and it broke his heart a little to know that he would never truly know her.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” asked Isabella with a small hiccup.

“Can I ask you something?” asked Harry.

“Uh... I guess?” laughed Isabella.

“Who was your first love?”

Isabella let out a loud groan, “Do I really have to answer this?”

“Yes.”

“Joachim but do I really even know what love is? How do I know Joachim was my first love? I’m still so young. Do you even know yours?”

“Chelsy I suppose. I dated her on and off for 7 years,” answered Harry.

“Joachim was my everything when I was little. I was pushed to Amedeo but he was... 6 years... older than me so he had no interest in a little girl. To my grandmother’s disappointment, I found Joachim more fun. It was always the two of us together and then stupid hormones came along.”

“He was your first everything?” asked Harry.

“Of course he was,” laughed Isabella.

“Did you ever regret anything with him?”

“In all honesty... I regret not marrying him when I was 18 and he proposed on a beach in France.”

Harry took another gulp of bourbon, “He proposed?”

“He did,” laughed Isabella as she took a sip of gin from the bottle.

“Obviously you said no because we wouldn’t be here if you did.”

“I was 18 and I was going to the states for uni. I told him to ask me again in 10 years because we were so young in the first place.”

“Then I came along,” said Harry.

“You did. Don’t think I hate you and regret the life we have now. Charlie and Bertie mean the world to me, I would never regret having them.”

“But your life would have been so different. It would have been better marrying your first love,” replied Harry.

“He wanted us to get married in Brussels surrounded by all our family. We had already named our kids. Astrid, Charlotte, Leopold, and Charles. We had our whole life planned out. We would live in Switzerland, he would work with our Habsburg family in banking, and I would work at the UN. We could’ve been happy,” smiled Isabella as a tear feel down her face.

“When I look at you sometimes, I hate myself. I feel like I stole your life from you,” confessed Harry.

Isabella looked at him with shook, “You don’t have to hate yourself. You act like I didn’t have a choice. I did and I choose you.”

“But the thing is... you shouldn’t have to choose me. You shouldn’t have been put in that position in the first place,” replied Harry.

Isabella crawled over to him and planted herself by his feet, on the floor, “You aren’t a bad guy. I could’ve married worse,” joked Isabella.

“You can still divorce me and marry Joachim,” suggested Harry.

“Why can’t you just accept that you and I are together! God! I thought I was difficult with my emotions changing all the time,” laughed Isabella.

Harry looked down at her for a couple of seconds before sliding down to be with her on the floor. Isabella continued to drink from the bottle of vodka and red wine and all Harry could do was look at her. She finally looked back at him and was about something before burping right in his face. Isabella busted out laughing and then wouldn’t stop apologizing to Harry.

There was this one moment where they both stared at each other. In a daze, Harry remembers kissing Isabella. He remembers undressing her on the bed as she continued to kiss him with a passion unlike before. Isabella remembers the feel of Harry’s beard on her body. But none of them remember the night clearly. So when Isabella wakes up late in the afternoon, she finds herself and Harry in the same bed. She didn’t raise any questions and simply walked back to her own bed, going back to sleep in the process.

When Harry awakens the next day he remembers Isabella, except she wasn’t in the bed when he woke up. His first thought was everything that happened last night was just a dream. Hours passed and Isabella and he was supposed to get ready to go to a performance of Hamilton. Harry found her in a long red dress with her hair done and feeding their eldest son as Gaelle fed Albert.

“Are you ready?” asked Harry

“Yes. You?”

“No breastfeeding right?”

“No. Can’t do that since I was drinking last night,” answered Isabella.

Harry wanted to ask her about last night and ask if they did anything but there were too many people in the room. He thought about asking her in the car ride to the theatre but then decided that wasn’t the right time either. Harry would simply have to ask questions when they got home.

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