#i've only explored their relationship a little bit but i gave this my best shot so..

[2aceofspades]

Let’s use our powers of induction. Between Leo and Usagi, who do we think fell first and who fell harder?

Asking for scientific reasons.

Hmm...that's a good question. It might just be me, but I think more often than not, I see Leo being the one who falls in love first and falls harder. Maybe it's more obvious of a display from Leo in that regard, but I can't say as I really know for sure who would fall faster and harder.

I think in my own au, Leo still would be the one to be attracted to Yuichi right off the bat. Yuichi would be rather oblivious to Leo's flirting or whatever, mostly because he would be actively working. Yuichi is deep in what he's doing for work and is kind of struggling to deal with work stuff to notice Leo's attempts to flirt and make a move. Eventually though, he would start feeling those feelings and reciprocate them. Leo's affection would probably be more obvious whereas Yuichi's would be more subtle.

The distance part of their relationship is kind of where their dynamic is reversed in how they show affection. Yuichi would fight to show Leo that he won't leave again and that he still loves him and still cares deeply about him. And Leo would be a bit more timid and stumble over his feelings and try to make sense of them through his grief.

I hope that makes sense..that was a lot hehe 😅

[graciereadshannigram]

hey fam, welcome to the April 2024 roundup of the best hannigram fics i've read this past month! i read over 100 fics total, and these were the cream of the crop.

as a reminder: the ingredients for a five star rating typically (but not always!!) include some combination of a.) believable characterizations of both Hannibal and Will, b.) compelling plot and/or character arcs, and c.) high quality smut.

that being said, my judgment of the aforementioned ingredients is powered almost exclusively by vibes and as such, is incredibly subjective.

you can find past recs below:

February March

and if you have any recs of your own for me, PLEASE SHARE.

anyway, in no particular order, let's go!

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A place you can never go by det395

Word Count: 84,596 Summary: When things don’t go according to plan, Hannibal makes a wish. He finds himself a year-and-a-half in the past and seemingly given another chance with Will. His feelings about the situation only get more complicated when he realizes he may not have completely lost access to his old timeline after all. A Digestivo canon divergence.

If you follow me, you probably saw me already raving about this fic. This was so fucking good, holy fucking shit. And also heartbreaking. Made me think a lot about the nature of reality and what does it mean for something to be "real." Plus, I really love fics that explore their shared mind palace because I genuinely think that is one of the more underexplored aspects of their relationship. Definitely heavy on the angst, but there is a happy ending!

even though our love is doomed by bleakmidwinter

Word Count: 82,427 Summary: Hannibal solves the mystery of time travel and he and Will decide to go into the past and take opportunities previously missed along with rewriting the regrets they each hold. Changing the past does not effect the future and they have free reign to play as the please.

GIVE ME MORE THAN FIVE STARS PLEASE. I am obsessed with this fic. I've mostly stayed clear of time travel fics (aside from, you know, the one right above this) because the execution can be hit or miss, but let me fucking tell you. This was a god damn home run. There's a little bit of angst, but then there's also a chapter where Will challenges Hannibal that he wouldn't have been able to seduce him while Will was still working in Louisiana fixing boat motors. And obviously Hannibal decides to take that challenge.

Railroad Romance by OneWhoSitsWithTurtles

Word Count: 12,400 Summary: Hannibal is still Hannibal, and Will is still Will. Except Will is not part of the FBI and they meet on a two day train trip from New Orleans to Baltimore.

Dirty. Talk. In. FRENCH. Holy shit. Okay this was excellent. EXCELLENT. Perfect characterizations, and wonderful dialogue. Wow. Also, I love trains. Who doesn't love trains?

patroclus in furs by bleakmidwinter

Word Count: 130,185 Summary: If Will and Hannibal hadn't gone into their respective careers, they would have become porn stars.

I had my doubts about a pornstar AU, but I've really enjoyed everything else by this author and it was over 100k, so I gave it a shot! And WOW. The characterizations of both Will and Hannibal were spot on and believable. A good mix of fluff and angst, and the author clearly put a lot of thought into the porn scenes. Tbh I'm probably going to reread this shortly.

Pavlova by nbcravenstag

Word Count: 33,369 Summary: It’s not like Hannibal didn’t know that Will was hiding something. It was after the third body drop a week ago that it became clear that Will had a secret that somehow involved the case, one he wasn’t willing to share yet, not even with Hannibal. At 6:43 AM, Will had texted Hannibal that a fourth body had been found and that he was on his way to the scene with Jack. At 8:06 PM, Will had stepped into Hannibal’s office, thirty-six minutes past his appointment time, and practically shouted “I used to be a stripper!” as loudly as his hoarse voice would allow him to. Hannibal Lecter, though not phased by much in life, has never been entirely able to predict Will Graham, but this is just… getting out of control. Alternatively, the FBI is hunting a serial killer targeting male strippers, and Will decides to throw himself into the fray. Hannibal is beyond pleased.

An AU where Will was a stripper in college and now he's working a case where he can be live bait as a stripper? Shut the fuck up. Mostly told from Hannibal's perspective, and it's just *chefs kiss*. Who knew Will giving Hannibal a lap dance would be so HOT. (I could have guessed.)

Lessons In Submission by wyldefire

Word Count: 5,173 Summary: Hannibal was stubborn, independent, and Will had always loved that about him, but there were times, times like these, in the midst of heat, in the midst of such a thorough breeding, when lessons in submission were necessary.

My only thought at the end of this was, "Shut the whole fuck up" in the best way possible. Smut. Just all smut.

A Very Special Guest by LesBeanBurrito

Word Count: 56,660 Summary: Season 1 AU in which Will stays for Hannibal’s dinner party after bringing the bottle of wine at the end of 1X07 Sorbet. Embarrassed and Sassy Will Graham meets Smitten Hannibal Lecter.

I LOVE a good season 1 AU and this was checking all of the boxes for me! There's a secret relationship, Hannibal actually gets Will treated for his encephalitis, Will finds out about Hannibal, etc. Very much loved the plot, and the characterizations were spot on.

lover to your nightmare (look what you made of me) by merrythoughts and ReallyMissCoffee

Word Count: 123,367 Summary: Driving back home, it’s then he reflects on Hannibal asking him to run away that night. To forgo their plans altogether, to slip away. [Canon divergent. Will confesses his betrayal and asks Hannibal to run away with him, but Will has a plan of his own...]

You want dark!Will mixed in with some incredibly jealous and possessive Hannigram? Hooo boy do I have a fic for you! The ending was a little abrupt, but it was the perfect mix of gut-wrenching angst and toxicity + smoking hot smut. I genuinely had to stop and focus on my breathing more than once.

On the Lam by shotgun_sinner

Word Count: 63,992 Summary: Post-Fall (Hannibal)season 4Crack Treated SeriouslyOn the RunWill Graham Discovers FanfictionExplicit Sexual Contentsexual identity crisisThat's Not Really A CrisisWill Graham is HannisexualMurder HusbandsHomophobiaMurder of a HomophobeHannibal Lecter Loves Will GrahamWill Graham Loves Hannibal LecterPower Bottom Will Grahamthey love each other your honorvery meta

This was such a fun read – I love the implication that hannigram fanfiction exists and it's all there for Will to accidentally discover. I adore this author and just thoroughly enjoyed how Will learned a thing or two about himself by reading smutty fics (same dude).

Golden Promises by shotgun_sinner

Word Count: 68,488 Summary: Hannibal (TV) Season/Series 01Alternate Universe - Canon DivergenceEpisode: s01e07 SorbetHallucinations?Will Hopes SoLELOplugSexuality CrisisThat Ends Up Not Being A CrisisWill Graham Has EncephalitisHannibal Gets Will TreatmentDeveloping RelationshipWill Graham's Dogs - FreeformBonding over fooddoting hannibalEventual SmutHannibal Lecter Loves Will GrahamWill Graham Loves Hannibal LecterAlana DisapprovesRimmingOral SexBottom Hannibal LecterTop Will GrahamBottom Will GrahamTop Hannibal LecterWill Graham KnowsNon-Consensual Drug UseWill Gives Him Shit For ItMurder HusbandsCannibalismis that tag even necessary?Hannibal Lecter Loves Max

This was fluffier than I typically read, but I told y'all I love this author. Pretty much no angst, and the smut, as always, was next level. Also, the idea that Hannibal would wear a solid gold butt plug to his dinner parties had me laughing before I even started reading.

What Hatches by HotMolasses (@snazzymolasses here on tumblr)

Word Count: 107,847 Summary: There is a village, nestled on the edge of an ancient forest where it is always winter. Few of the townsfolk ever venture into it, except for one lonely hunter named Will Graham. A loner who makes his living selling stag meat and spends more time with dogs than people, he finds his life changing when he comes face-to-face with a magical beast, one that he cannot get away from, and isn’t even sure he really wants to.

What started out as a curiosity about the monsterfucking tag on AO3 brought me to one of the most unique and interesting hannigram AUs I've read??? I'm as surprised as you are, if not more. I adored this fic and I loved how both Will and Hannibal were characterized and the plot and the smut (oh my god, the smut) and the ending? Phew. Go read this.

lay like a flood spills away by bleakmidwinter

Word Count: 35,733 Summary: Will starts going to a nude beach that happens to be for gay men, even though he considers himself straight.

This was highly enjoyable. I LOVE AUs that manage to keep the characters true to canon. Also nude beaches. Hannigram and nude beaches. Eating ass and public sex with some actual plot sprinkled in. Say LESS.

Now, What Should We Do Next? by HigherMagic

Word Count: 51,116 Summary: Kinktober 2018

Smut. All smut. I showed this fic to a friend who has literally never read fanfiction, let alone Hannigram, before and she is now hooked. So. Do with that what you will. And it's so clear that this author has actual, real-life experience with kink and it comes across so well! Bonus point: there is also an equally good sequel.

To Mend With Gold by beforethedawn, ConstructFairytales, Destinyawakened

Word Count: 98,863 Summary: Will and Hannibal have been living as a gay married couple for three years, but they haven't slept in the same room let alone the same bed. Will Graham has a reckoning, one way or another.

THIS WAS TENDER. Fluffy, angsty, smutty, I loved it. Molly showed up with Will's dogs and decided she wasn't going to turn them in, which was a little weird, but I really loved this fic. Just them learning how to be with each other. Also EXCELLENT marathon smut scenes. Like yesssss, of course they can each cum like three times in a row.

A Clutch at Balance by Deverauxs_Disease

Word Count: 25,466 Summary: When Will Graham storms into Hannibal's house muttering about kissing Alana Bloom, the good doctor makes Will an offer: Pretend to date Hannibal in order to prove to Alana that Will is not only stable but capable of being in a relationship. When Alana is convinced Will is the man of her dreams, Hannibal will step aside and Will can get his girl.

Y'all know I love fake dating that all of a sudden, whoops! Isn't so fake anymore! Sprinkle in some jealous and possessive Hanni and Will? I'm sold. Say less.

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And that's a wrap on this month! See ya next time!!!

[multi-lefaiye]

hello i wanna hear abt the juno and markus amv

hi hello yes!!!!! juno and markus my fucking beloveds!

so, this amv would be set to she's a lady by forever the sickest kids! a song i liked a lot as a kid b/c it's got just the right kinds of sounds to make brain go brrr <3 and also it's a pretty good blorbo song.

she's a lady is essentially a song about like. being in love with someone who's a Huge Fucking Asshole and being a Huge Fucking Asshole back to them. in general it's about a relationship that's very nasty and mutually toxic, but neither person can bring themself to end it. (so yeah this song also Could vibe with arthur and noah, but the song explicitly refers to a woman so i don't think i will. we'll see tho!)

anyway, this song isn't quite accurate for juno and markus, but it still vibes with them a little bit. for context, juno is one of my void-walker ocs, an immortal being who's been alive since the mid-1800s and is Fucking Sick Of Everything. markus, meanwhile, is a normal human they met and befriended in the 1980s, a suicidal man looking for a new purpose in his life after the death of his wife. essentially i took the "sad white middle-aged man who lost his wife" trope, made him Latino, and gave him a bitchy immortal bestie/maybe lover who helps him find joy in his life again.

i'm honestly not sure what juno and markus's relationship would be--if it's romantic, sexual, both, neither, etc.--but i know they were very important to each other. a while ago, i started writing like... a little thing exploring moments from juno's 150+ years of living, and markus appears a lot in that. it's also a thing i've been writing to explore the lore of void-walkers in general, because juno is the first void-walker markus ever met.

ANYWAY i'm not sure either what happened to markus, but i know he and juno aren't in each other's lives by the time of a modern ghost story (which takes place in Ambiguous 21st Century time).

okay so this got long lmao whoops i just wanted to talk about markus a bit-

the actual amv, if i made it, would probably be from markus's perspective on his relationship with juno. juno isn't a woman, but otherwise this applies! juno's a huge bitch to markus and he's a huge bitch right back to them. their relationship is tumultuous at the best of times, but they actually do a lot of good for each other! markus helps juno remember what it was like to be human and is one of the first and only people they've shown vulnerability towards in over a century, and juno helps markus not only come to terms with his loss but learn to move on and find joy in the life he has.

the amv would less be like "oh this relationship is toxic and they're bad for each other" and more like "they're both kinda mean and shitty but they help each other be better."

i don't have much in the way of specific visuals in mind, but i do want to share like. the bit of script i have:

"i'm in love with the girl i hate" - start with a shot of markus standing and leaning against a wall, scowling, with his arms crossed

"she enjoys pointing out" - cut to juno standing across from him, a similar expression on their face and in a similar pose, but their mouth is open

"every bad thing about me" - with each word in this line, a speech bubble appears next to juno with the word in it, as though juno is talking to markus and listing off his flaws to him.

--

and then also uhh the last thing is like. towards the end of the song, before the final chorus, it slows down and takes on kind of a sad, nostalgic quality, and that part of the amv would focus on the good parts of juno and markus's relationship, with them actually helping each other.

i don't have a script in mind for this part, but i do imagine the visuals would include a shot of juno and markus sitting next to each other at the side of a motel pool, dipping their feet in the pool, and leaninig against each other. they both look peaceful--not quite happy, but not angry. just... content in each other's presence.

i also like the idea of the final "she's a lady, and ladies shouldn't be messed with" starting with a shot of juno smiling and laughing, looking genuinely happy and relaxed ("she's a lady"), and ending with a shot of markus watching them with a soft, genuine smile on his face.

[anobscurename]

ocean eyes – chris evans

previous part: PART XIX — masterlist

concept: you finally have had enough. the slowest of slow burns. part twenty of many.

pairing: chris evans x reader

word count: 2,4k

warnings: you might cry; i know i did. angst.

author's note: i needed my comedic relief comfort characters for this one in the beginning tbh cause... well... you'll see. this one is for @miss-jackson500 because i haven't dedicated one to her yet and she's? amazing?!

You had wondered – for the days that followed – that if maybe the rescheduled meet-up hadn't been cut short by Anthony, if things would be different.

You came to the conclusion that all that really would've been different was that you'd know a little less.

"You're finally going to do it, huh?" Anthony grinned from across the pool table. You had, according to the original plan, all come together at the old bar where you'd first met the two. "You're going to tell him how you feel?"

"Is it a bad idea?" You asked, missing your shot. Your mind was heavily distracted, and it was showing through. You were usually wiping the floor with the duo, but now you were losing four balls to one.

"No, no, it's a fantastic idea," Anthony bent down to line up his next shot. "Tell her it's a fantastic idea, Seb. Better yet, tell me who the Black Widow should be with."

Sebastian, who had been sat to the side, waiting for his turn, rolled his eyes and took a swig of his beer. "I admit nothing until I see a ring."

"Speaking of rings!" Anthony jumped up excitedly – either from the prospect of marriage or the thrill of pocketing his ball, leaving team Falcon and Winter Soldier with just the black on the table – "I'm thinking a round cut two carat, set in rose gold? Colour scheme would he lavender, of course, because as best man–"

"You can get fucked if you think you're going to be best man."

"Of course I'm best man! Look at me, I'm the bestest man around, I'm fine as–"

"You can both get fucked if you think there's going to be a wedding," you laughed.

Anthony hissed a curse under his breath as he missed the winning pocket, reluctantly handing the cue off to Sebastian, who hopped off the stool to land gracefully on his feet.

You chalked your cue, determined to not lose yet another game to these dipshits. "I haven't even told him yet, what if he doesn't feel the same way?"

Anthony and Sebastian both looked at you, incredulous. "I mean this with only love, and it comes from a place deep within my heart... Are you blind?"

Sebastian was even balking. "Even I could tell, and I have the social skills of a pineapple."

"Okay, fine! You both are clearly biased, you saw us kiss."

"No, we watched a softcore porno is what we did, y'all devouring each other like that in public–"

He cut himself short, having to laughingly dodge himself out of the reach of your playful slap.

"I'm asking Scott for the final opinion," you proclaimed.

Sebastian rolled his eyes, eager to play and win the game, bouncing the end of the cue on the wooden bar floor. The rubber stop muted the noise.

You opened up the text thread you had been maintaining with the younger Evans. Should I tell Chris?

You didn't need to elaborate, Scott would know what you meant. There was a pause on his end, and you had just been about to put your phone away before his response bubbled up.

Sorry, was just changing your name in my phone to sister-in-law ;)

That was all the answer you needed.

You finished the game – you lost, mind overrun with giddiness and the odds having been stacked against you long before – and you were hugging Anthony goodbye.

When you'd asked where he was headed, he'd just given you a sly wink and a "wouldn't you like to know."

That left just you and Sebastian, and you decided to walk him back to his hotel before heading home.

"How long you going to be in L.A. for?" You'd asked, just to make conversation.

"A week or so, maybe? And then I'm jetting back to New York. I haven't been home in so long, I think the dust has taken over my lease."

You chuckled, and continued on in a pleasant silence.

You gave him a departing hug in the lobby, and hailed a cab back to Chris'.

You were so high on the exhilaration of finally telling him and ending this will they/won't they charade once and for all. So excited, you'd nearly missed the unfamiliar Bentley in the driveway on your way in.

But it didn't go unnoticed.

You came in, greeted happily by a yapping Dodger, and the smell that hit you was one of Valentino perfume – overpowering the usual scent of Chris lingering in the house.

"Hey, Dodge," you whispered, giving him a vigorous petting session. "Where's Chris? Where's your dad?"

Dodger gave your hand a wet lick, slobbering over your keys, and you laughed lightly.

The door to the pool was open, and you could hear splashing and giggling – pitched more feminine than you'd ever heard Chris go.

Curiosity killed the cat. And satisfaction was never going to resurrect the plummet of your excitement. No, that was replaced by shock and anger. Even if you knew you had no right to feel that way.

"Chris?" You'd called out as you padded across the lounge. "Chris, whose car is in the driveway? I have something I–"

Blindsided, your slobber slick keys fell from your hand to jangle uselessly onto the ground. It was that that finally grabbed his attention.

He had been otherwise excruciatingly preoccupied with the topless girl in his lap, legs locked around his waist in a languid grind, his hands smoothing over her curves as they all but explored each other's tonsils in a moaning kiss.

Red flashed across your vision as well as your cheeks, and you ducked your head. Embarrassed and feeling stupid, you quickly grabbed your keys. "I'm sorry, I'll go..."

You quickly turned and dashed to your room, ignoring the tears in your eyes, and the call of your name.

"{Your name}, wait!" Chris cried, water sloshing as he clambered out of the pool. "{Your name}!"

You slammed the door shut behind you, making it clear you wanted isolation. Pulling out a duffel bag, you began throwing clothes into it, careless of what you might need, just needing to leave.

Sebastian had asked you once how much more you were going to put yourself through before you'd had enough.

And this was it. This was the breaking point. This was enough.

The strength in which Chris frantically ripped open your door had it banging against the adjacent wall, but you couldn't even look at him. Your eyes were blurry as you continued violently packing your clothes.

You didn't even know where you were going to go. You just knew you had to. Go.

"{Your name}, stop," he said, soft in direct comparison to the panic he felt in his chest. You were leaving him. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" You spat out. And then, just to change the subject, because not even you could bare to dwell on it too much: "You're getting water on your floor."

"{Your name}–"

"Don't talk to me, Chris. Rest your tongue a bit, it sure was busy earlier."

"As was yours, too, I'm sure," he bit back.

Your movements stuttered at the reciprocated rage. To your knowledge, he had no right to feel as you did in that moment. None.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

There was provocation in his eyes, and his searing gaze only fuelled your fire.

"Have fun with Sebastian?"

Your scoff was followed by a bewildered laugh. "I went out tonight with Sebastian and Anthony, Chris. We're friends. Welcome to the world of platonic relationships, professor, we've been waiting for your arrival."

And like the cut strings on a puppet, tension left his body – anger being replaced by confusion.

"I... I thought..."

"You thought wrong, Evans," you seethed, pushing past him to the bathroom to grab your toiletries. You made an effort to bump him, your shirt sticking to your skin with the water droplets still dotting his toned body. "And to think I really thought..."

"Thought what?" His voice cracked out.

"Thought that you might actually care about me!" You finally snapped. You were yelling. You didn't want to yell, but you were, voice echoing in the acoustics of the bathroom.

"I do," he whispered. His conviction was quickly draining from him, being replaced with an inevitable sadness and feeling of loss. You hadn't even left yet, but he knew that nothing he was going to say would make you stay. He knew he'd gone too far. It didn't stop him from trying. "I loved you, {your name}. I still do."

You had hoped that if he ever was to say those words, it would be under different circumstances. In fact, you'd found yourself imagining whole sunset beach scenarios, late into the night.

"I thought you were better than that, Chris. Manipulation? That's low."

"It's true. I've loved you–"

You didn't want to hear it. You weren't going to give him the opportunity of persuading you into staying. You knew you should've left long ago. "I can't say the feeling is mutual."

It was a lie. It was a lie, because if you really had felt nothing, then you wouldn't be acting like this. But you needed the upper hand, because Chris had basically knocked you over with the force of his admittance. You couldn't let yourself be dragged back in. Not this time. You had too much self respect for that. Not when he still had lipstick smudged on his lips, disappearing into the scruff that shadowed his jaw.

You had to avoid looking at his pained expression at your words. No matter how much you were hurting now at his profession of love, you knew he might possibly be hurting a little more at your rejection.

"And if you really did..." You trailed off, struggling to say the words love me. "Well, you have a really funny way of showing it."

"Pretending not to love you is the hardest role I've taken on, and I did it for you."

Red was dancing back into your vision, your shock growing alongside the fury.

"How is that for me?"

"Because that's what you wanted!" He was finding his voice again, raising it in his desperation. "Believe me, I wanted to fight for you. I would, would wage wars for you," he stuttered out. "But you never wanted that from me. You wanted to pull away, from this, from us. And I let you because I would do anything you asked of me."

"So you stayed away because you wanted to keep me?" You worded it slowly, just to make him understand how ridiculous it sounded.

"...Yes."

"Are you stupid? Actually mentally deficient?" You zipped your bag, brushing past him again, this time making sure to have as little contact as possible. He all but occupied the whole doorway.

"If I had told you then you would have left!" He was following you now, following you to the front door. "I told you I wanted you in my life, even if it meant the pain of never having you."

You had hoped to slam the door in his face to make your point known, but where Chris had slacked in fighting for you before, he was making up for now. He caught the door before it could close, trailing after you into the driveway.

"There's something wrong with me. I ruin things. So I let you have your space because you are the greatest thing that has happened to me in a long time, and I'd be fucked if I ruined you too!"

"It's a bit too late for that," you said, finally looking him in those ocean eyes. They were bloodshot with barely restrained tears. But your resolve was iron. "Congratulations, Evans. You've ruined me."

You heard Dodger pawing at the door, whining low and long for you. If you thought leaving Chris was hard, this was what made you break.

But you turned away from them, from that house, tears falling freely. A sob escaped your lips, barely stifled.

"Put on a shirt, Evans," you managed to get out. You wanted the last word, even if it brought very little satisfaction. "You have company."

———————

Your first call was to Anthony. He hadn't picked up, and you remembered his other plans.

The second also went unanswered – the friend who had become a self proclaimed L.A. local upon graduating high school, and who had let you crash at their house when you'd first arrived. She was probably at work, and so you left her a quick voicemail asking her to call you back.

The third did, on only the second ring. You had almost lost hope in anyone else being awake at that point, so you hadn't composed yourself before he picked up.

The first thing he heard was your sob, which you quickly cut off with a greeting.

"What's wrong?"

"Can I crash with you tonight? I need somewhere to go."

"What happened? Did–?"

"I don't want to talk about it," you said quickly. He shut up almost immediately. "I just... Please?"

There was a pensive silence on the other end, and you felt the need to fill it.

"I tried Anthony, but he wasn't picking up."

"Yeah," came the small chuckle crackling on the other end. "He's got a hot date tonight. Must be going well."

"I wouldn't do this if I had anywhere else to go, but I don't, and it'll only be for one night–"

"Of course you can stay," he assured, sushing you softly. "Can't believe I made you ask twice."

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Sebastian met you in the lobby, taking you up to his room almost immediately to avoid strange looks and any unwanted public attention.

He explained to you in the elevator that although he had tried to get you your own room, the hotel was fully booked. He sounded quite apologetic for that.

You didn't say much, because if you spoke, you were scared you were going to start crying all over again. And you'd just managed to stop, averting your eyes from your teadstained appearance in the mirrors.

Sebastian's room was a big one, on the pricier end of all the hotel had to offer. A large king sized bed stood to one side, bedsheets twisted as if he'd clambered into it right when he'd gotten back.

There was a lounge suite to the side, looking like a set-up you'd see on the glossy pages of Architectural Digest, and although the curtains were drawn, you could see the city lights sprawling out before you through the crack.

He was still in his outfit from the bar, shirt and jeans slightly rumpled.

The television was on, playing the original Nosferatu quietly in the background.

"I'll take the couch," Sebastian offered, dropping off the bags he'd taken from you.

You declined him with a shake of your head.

"{Your name}," he said, tender, placing both his hands on your shoulders to make you look at him. "You've been through a lot tonight. Take the bed, I've got the couch."

You didn't have the strength to fight his insistence. You didn't have the strength for much any more.

When you'd gotten out the shower, dressed in your pyjamas, Sebastian finally asked you again what had happened.

You just shrugged tiredly, climbing between the cool cotton sheets.

"I just had enough."

[kileyrose-2003]

Tina’s Tuesday Night Mini Fic Pt. 1

Word count: Who cares? Lol

A/N: Hi lovelies! I am back!! First thing, I know. You're probably saying Kiley, wtf? It's not Tuesday. I know. Life happened. I've had a busy past few days and a final today. Anyways, this was something I did with @merci-bitch when the U.S originally went on lockdown. It was a fun way to keep me busy and get my mind off of stuff. We both decided to restart this about a week ago. So, I dedicate this to my dear friend Tina. Love you hun and hope you enjoy this! And please, if you haven't been to her blog to read any of her work, go do so. She works so hard on what she writes and is amazing.

Pt. 2 will be coming next week

To everyone waiting on fics: I'll get there. Eventually. And I'm not going into reasoning. But anyways, love you all and I hope you have a great day!

"...This is the greatest show!" You slammed your hands down on the piano keys and breathed in sharply. "God damn it, Jenny!"

"What?" You let a groan and handed her the sheet music. "Look there at that line there. Do you see that note?”

“I can see, can’t I?” Her bright green eyes lost their cool shade of arrogance when she seen how pissed you look. "Not F!” You pointed to the paper in her hand. “D! You hear that note there?" You pressed down on the key repeatedly. "D!"

"Sorry." The red head smiled at you impishly. "No, you're not. This is the fifth time we've done this and yet you still insist on doing this your own way." She sat next to you on the piano bench and gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Well, I think the change makes it sound better.”

“Phineas liked it better this way,” you seethed through gritted teeth. “But what does he know of art?” You could feel your face slowing turning a distinct shade of cherry red and you bit down on your tongue.

"He must of known something with how much you tried to get in his pants," you mused to yourself.

You rolled your eyes. You loved Jenny to death but how you couldn't stand her at times. You tried and tried so desperately to get along with her and compromise when she was like this but no matter what you did, she was stubborn and so..cold at times.

Sure, Jenny was a bit of a snob but she was a genius when it came to music and you respected that. She was what inspired you to take up music in the first place.

Your childhood was far from easy. Before you even joined the circus, you were bounced all over the place. You never belonged anywhere. From the deteriorating cottage in a small, seaside village in Sweden to the cramped one bedroom apartment in London that no one would dare walk past at night. Your father was no where to be seen and your mother was an actress, always struggling to meet ends meet. She was never home, but that wasn't always a bad thing. That meant you got to explore.

That was how you got to hearJenny sing for the first time. Hiding out in the musty attic of an old Swedish theatre. Even before she hit extreme levels of fame, her voice was like a siren's call. Drawing you in further and further in. It still was in a way. She was so beautiful and even as much as she pissed you off, you loved watching her sing. Like the time at the palace. She was eye candy in that dress, the way it hugged her hips and how the bust showed the slightest bit of clevage when you looked at her at just the right angle-

"Stop it, Y/n!" You told yourself. "She's not interested in you."

Or was she? The way she looked at you when you spoke to Phineas was always with such contempt or such jealousy. You could never understand why though. It was her who tried to steal Phineas away. Not you. He was a close friend who gave you a chance when you had nothing and you never so much as even thought of eyeing him in such a manner. Phineas clearly wasn't interested in her or any other woman but his wife. He pushed her away numerous times. Jenny had no reason to be jealous of you. Yet, she was.

‘But it is of me or others though?"

One could never be sure with Jenny. Sure, there was a bit of a rivalry between the two of you when it came to music. But she was your friend. 'Very clingy for just a friend,' you noted.

'That's normal though, isn't it?'

Maybe you were just over thinking things. Besides, the relationship between the two of you seemed to be getting better lately. Ever since the scandal went public, it seemed the two of you were spending more and more time together.

You were the only one who listened to her side of the story, held her when she cried, made sure she wasn't drinking her emotions away, and tried to help her through it. Even as much as she pissed you off. You warned her in the first place not to seek out Phineas but despite the nasty arguments, the constant bickering she became your friend. Maybe even your best friend. Which you got alot of shit for.

Nobody liked Jenny and you were starting to get the feeling you weren't so popular anymore either. Everyone thought after the affair went public, the two of you would of left. Her name as well as yours, was slandered all over the paper simply because you associated with her. You had been called it all. The ring leader, the mastermind, the mistress to the two.

But neither of you resigned. Yet. Part of you wondered how long it would be until either would receive letters of negotiations to end your contract. But either way, you knew Jenny wasn't leaving without you. She promised you that.

'So maybe she does like me.'

Then that small voice came in the back of your head. 'Or maybe you just want her to like you back.'

Either way, you couldn't let that haunt your conscience for now. Even as much as you'd like to visualize a future with her, it wouldn't work. You could feel the heat pooling into your cheeks as you came back to reality and bit down on your lip. Jenny's hand was lingering up and down your back, rhythmically making shapes with the tips of her fingers. Damn her and her touch! You shouldn't be feeling this way.

"Are you okay?" You shook your head and covered your face with your hands, trying not focus on all the pain you felt inside. "No. No, I’m not."

You felt tears burning in the sides of your eyes. "This isn’t working!” Jenny furrowed her brow and tried to move your hands away from your face. “What do you mean?” She was trying to be gentle even though you could tell from the look in her eyes she had no clue what to do.

“This..all of this!” You ripped the sheet music out of her hand and flung it on top of the piano. “Something's got to give,"

She rolled her eyes as if she seen it all before and stood up, walking hastily over to the ice bucket. "Do you not have what you want?" She opened up a bottle of red wine. "Fame? Recogniton?"

"It's not enough and I don't know if I even have any of that anymore." Jenny eyed you as she poured the liquor heavily into both glasses. "I'm not liked here, Jenny."

She handed you your glass and sat down next to you. You eagerly took a sip of the wine, just wanting to forget everything for a little while. "That's not true. I like you." She leaned in closer to you.

You cracked a small grin filled with cynicism. Maybe even a little bit of hostility. Never had you felt so much love and hate towards someone at the same time. "We could both leave." Jenny's voice pulled you out of your head.

"And go where?"

"Back to Sweden with me for the time being." You noticed the intensity in Jenny's eyes growing and she reached out and grabbed your hand. You could feel her nimble gently squeezing into the palm of your hand. "You know I care for you, Y/n."

"Do you?" You tried your hardest not to sound sarcastic, you were still a little mad at her. But god! How close she was to you. You could smell her expensive perfume, see the slight hint of a shimmer radiating off of her lips. "You're fiery and you don't take my shit."

This couldn't be real. You had to be dreaming. "Jenny, this...there's a possibility this couldn't work." You tried to scoot away from her, a little intimidated by the proximity between the two of you.

"We can try to make it work."

"How?" You eyed her skeptically. "Let me take you out. Let me show you I can make this work." You furrowed your eyebrows. "Why? Need a new fling after Phineas?" You teased.

Jenny wasn't amused by that all. If anything she was pissed but she smiled anyways. Seeming to stoop down to your level with a smile that was sickly sweet. "More like a date."

"And why should I do this with you?" She let go of your hand and placed it on your thigh. "Because I probably understand you alot more than you think." As you looked into Jenny's eyes, you found some level of sincerity mixed into those deep lustful orbs. You wanted to trust her so badly.

"What do I have to lose?" You thought.

Everything. Everything to lose.

"Fine." You gave in, despise everything in your mind screaming not too. "But you have one shot and one shot only."

Jenny nodded and leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on your cheek. "And it won't take me more than once to impress. After all, I already made your career." You felt the hair on your arms stand straight up as her hands lingered on you, gently squeezing your hips.

"I'll see you tomorrow at 6. Sharp."

"Yeah," you watched as Jenny walked away, her hair flowing behind her like a beautiful sheath.

You felt a pit growing in the depths of your stomach. What the hell had you gotten yourself into?

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Bittersweet: Chapter Nine

Summary: Cassian and Nesta finally meet. Officially, this time. Let the romance commence. Notes: Read it here on AO3! Warnings: very brief/non-explicit mention of sexual assault Bittersweet Masterlist

“Earth to Nesta?”

Nesta snapped from her trance to see Emerie waving a hand in front of her face.

“You’ve been cleaning the same spot for a good ten minutes,” Emerie gestured to where Nesta was scrubbing the counter with a towel. It was squeaky clean.

Nesta let go of the towel and cleared her throat. “My bad.”

Emerie pulled out the chair on the other side of the counter and sat down. It was eleven in the evening on a Monday, and they had just closed. The only other person in Rita’s was Lucien, and he was doing dishes in the back.

“You’ve been acting weird for the past two weeks,” Emerie stated blatantly. Her stare was unwavering. “And you’ve lost at least ten pounds.”

The incidence with Tomas happened two weeks ago. Nesta was doing a pretty good job of moving on with her life all things considered. She felt like shit, but she hadn’t missed a single shift at work. That had to count for something.

But she should’ve known Emerie would notice. She was like a fucking hawk, that girl. She saw everything.

When Nesta didn’t say anything, Emerie shrugged and got up from the stool. “At least try a little harder,” she said, referring to the coworkers’ challenge to get the most tips. She shot Nesta a sad look. “Thesan is beating you. Thesan.”

Nesta mustered a laugh. Thesan wasn’t great with customers, that was common knowledge. Neither Emerie nor Nesta were people persons, but they knew how to turn it on for customers. Thesan, on the other hand, didn’t make much of an effort. It wasn’t that he was intentionally rude, the guy was just quiet in nature. In fact, he was quite a sweetheart.

Which was why it was quite entertaining to watch Thesan and Helion interact. Where Thesan was an introvert, Helion was loud as hell. Not to mention it was clear that Thesan was crushing on him. But unfortunately, Helion flirted with every living, breathing thing and was thus completely oblivious. During Nesta’s first week at Rita’s, Emerie had spilled all the tea about their coworkers. Thesan was head over heels in love with Helion, Helion had never been in a monogamous relationship, and Viviane… well, Viviane had her own little love story. A complicated one at that.

His name was Kallias. They grew up together, from scheming little kids to rebellious teenagers to young adults. Best friends since they could remember.

Because Emerie grew up in the same small town as them, she knew everything. They all went to school together. She knew that Kallias had been in love with Viviane since freshman year of high school. She knew that Viviane felt the same way, but she would never admit it thanks to the hell she was put through during her childhood. Nesta didn’t know the specifics, and she never asked.

It also didn’t help that Viviane was in a relationship with someone else. They’d been together for almost two years. Emerie thought Viviane deserved better, that he wasn’t a very good person.

Anyway, Kallias visited Rita’s nearly every weekend after his shift at the fire station to grab a drink and more importantly, see Viviane.

Nesta thought it was ridiculous. She’d told Emerie as much when she’d brought Nesta up to date on their coworkers’ lives. Why wouldn’t they just admit they loved each other and get on with it already? It was pretty fucking simple; they were just making it complicated for themselves. Emerie wholeheartedly agreed and the pair then went on an hour long rant on the idiocy of romantic relationships.

And if she was being honest, Nesta didn’t care much about these people. Sure, they were respectable but they were a temporary fixture in her life. Once she secured a job in her career field, she was going to leave them all behind.

“We should get a drink sometime. Outside of work,” Emerie clarified with a look of disgust. “I’m sick of it here.”

Nesta knew that was a lie based on the relationship Emerie had with Rita and her wife. But she didn’t say that.

“Maybe,” Nesta responded distractedly, desperate to think of an excuse. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Emerie; no, Nesta liked her coworker. She just couldn’t muster the energy to go out with friends or socialize like that. “I’m pretty busy right now though.”

Emerie narrowed her eyes and scrutinized her.

“Stop analyzing me.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

Emerie sighed and receded. She hesitated before saying quietly, “Is… is this the part when I ask if you’re okay and we get all deep and explore a new level of our friendship?”

Nesta slowly met her friend’s gaze. They stared at one another for several moments.

Then, they burst out laughing.

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The next morning, Nesta was brewing her third cup of coffee when Elain padded into the kitchen.

“Good morning,” Elain yawned as a greeting. She wore bunny slippers and an oversized hoodie. Elain only had one evening class on Tuesdays, so today was her only day - save for the weekend - to sleep in.

“Hey, kiddo.”

“How long have you been up?”

Nesta glanced at the clock. It was nine-thirty. She’d woken up at six after a sleepless night of tossing and turning.

But she simply shrugged instead. “Not long.”

Nesta poured the coffee into her mug, sitting back down at the counter. She watched as Elain bustled around the kitchen, scrambling eggs and slicing fruit. The morning light spilled through the dusty kitchen sink window, bars of sunshine reflecting off the tiled floors. Iroh basked in the sunspots, his black fur glistening as his chartreuse eyes blinked closed.

Elain and Nesta hadn’t spent much time together in the past couple weeks. It was Nesta’s doing, of course. She was actively avoiding her sister and everyone else. After Elain had tried to talk to Nesta after the whole thing with Tomas, she stopped asking Nesta if she was okay. Nesta assumed that Elain realized she wasn’t going to get an answer, that there wasn't really a point in trying.

But Gods, Nesta fucking missed her. And even though she wanted nothing more than to retreat to her bedroom as she sat there in the kitchen, she didn’t move from the chair.

You need them as much as they need you, her father’s voice echoed in her head.

Guilt stabbed at her chest.

“How’re classes going?” Nesta asked quietly. Elain looked at her over her shoulder with a surprised yet pleasant smile.

“Great! I’m so grateful to be at such a great college, but…” Elain bit her lip, hesitating. “My bio lab is going to be the death of me."

“You know you’re allowed to complain, right?”

Elain just gave her a smile. “Yeah, I know. It's just, considering where I was a year ago, I couldn't be happier to finally be enrolled in such a prestigious program. Even if that means the classes are brutal."

I wish I was like you. I take everything for granted.

“And have you made any friends?”

Elain had started school at Pryth U months ago and yet Nesta had no idea if she even had friends yet.

Selfish bitch.

A fond smile broke out on Elain’s face. “Yes, I have this really great group of friends: Lucien, Ressina, and Varian. It's just the four of us, but we've gotten really close.”

Nesta asked Elain more questions before excusing herself back to her room, claiming she was going to try to write today, to which Elain squealed and wished her luck.

Nesta hadn't written since their dad died. Prior to his death, she would write nearly every day. She'd been working on a novel for years. The plot had came to her in middle school, and it just grew from there. She'd never told anyone about it. Everyone knows how fucking hard it is to get your writing published, much less get high ratings. Nesta wasn't even sure if she was going to finish it. This was the longest she'd gone without writing or editing it. And she had a feeling that she wouldn't ever go back to it.

Dread filled her stomach as she thought of that prospect. What the fuck was she doing with her life?

Nesta’s phone buzzed, and she fished it out of her back pocket.

 Incoming call from Feyre Archeron.

It kept buzzing, Nesta merely stared at her sister's name on her screen. She couldn't think of a single reason why Feyre would be calling. But she pressed "Accept" before it could go to voicemail.

“Hello?”

“Hey.”

Silence.

“Uh, what’s up?” Nesta asked. She collapsed onto her unmade bed. Iroh scampered past the door and jumped on the bed with her. He didn't waste a minute curling himself around her head.

"I was calling to see… maybe, I don’t know… uh, would you want to come to dinner tonight?”

I was not expecting that. And Nesta was about 95% sure this was Elain’s doing.

“Why?”

“I want you there," Feyre told her as if it were obvious.

“Why?” Nesta asked again. She hadn't seen Feyre since Thanksgiving despite her sister living just on the outskirts of the city.

That had been weeks ago.

“It's complicated," Feyre responded quietly. She seemed to pause before finding the words. "I've been so worried about Cassian, we all have. He'd never been deployed for that long - five months. It was scary. I guess I took that out on you. I don't know why..."

She drifted off. Nesta held her breath.

"I'm sure Elain told you, but he's home now. I've been more myself since he returned, and I want you to come to dinner. I… miss you.”

She rubbed her temple. “I don’t know, Feyre.”

I don't know if I can pretend to be okay for an entire night. I don't know if you even fucking want me there or if you just feel obligated. I don't know if I can be in the same room as your douchebag boyfriend. I don't know if I can be surrounded by your friends, most of whom seem to dislike me. I don't know if I can behave like a normal fucking person.

I don't know.

“Please?” The plea was soft, quiet. It was like she was almost desperate. But for what?

Nesta looked out the window where a blue jay - their dad's favorite bird - was perched on a bare tree branch. The leaves had long ago fallen, leaving the world naked and vulnerable. “Yeah, I’ll be there.”

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Feyre embraced her with an awkward hug when Nesta and Elain walked into the house. Nesta patted her on the back lightly, uncomfortable with the physical touch. Luckily, no one else seemed incline to embrace her. Rhys actually seemed to make sure he was as far away as possible.

Elain, on the other hand, gave everyone a hug. Mor gave a laugh as she squeezed Elain back, Aurra watching them with a smile. Interestingly enough, when Elain greeted Azriel with a hug, his tanned cheeks glowed red. It was almost imperceptible, but Nesta noticed.

Feyre took a step back to assess her. Nesta could see the judgement in her sister's eyes as she took in Nesta's noticeably thinner body. Luckily, however, she wasn't given the chance to comment on it when Elain piped up, "Where's Cassian? Nesta still hasn't met him yet."

"He's running a bit late," Rhys answered, glancing down at his phone. "Should be here in about ten minutes."

Everyone began to make their way into the dining room and Nesta followed. However, she was quickly tugged to the side when Amren swooped in out of nowhere and basically dragged Nesta into the privacy of the hallway. She stopped, crossed her arms over her chest, and glared at Nesta.

“Where have you been?” Amren demanded.

"What do you mean?" Nesta asked, playing dumb.

She hadn't spoken to Amren in a long time, even though they had each others' numbers. Even though Amren had repeatedly texted her, asking to get coffee or go for a walk or something else of the sorts. All of which went unanswered.

Amren rolled her eyes, and Nesta was convinced they went to the back of her head for a good minute. "Don't play dumb with me, Nesta."

“I don’t know, working?"

"Is that a question?" Amren rose a deadly brow.

Nesta huffed and mirrored Amren's angry stance. "Why are you interrogating me?"

“Because you've been radio silent for weeks. I had to ask Elain if you were still fucking alive," Amren explained. Then, she leaned in close like she didn't want anyone to hear. "I was worried about you, you bitch."

Nesta let out a sigh. "I'm sorry, okay? I've been busy. I do want to hang out, it's just that..." she trailed off.

"What? It's just that what?"

Nesta stared at the floor, unable to form words.

"Nesta, are you okay?" Amren asked, her voice softer.

Just tell her. Fucking tell her.

I was almost raped.

Just the thought was enough to make Nesta want to puke. She couldn't, it was too much and she wouldn't even be able to fucking say it and it's her fault, all her fault.

She breathed in through her nose and looked back up at Amren. She shot her the most fake smile she'd ever given. "I'm good. Seriously, I just got busy. It won't happen again."

Nesta saw the skepticism in Amren's eyes. But she conceded with a small sigh. "Well, don't do it again, okay? I seriously thought you were fucking murdered or some shit."

Nesta just nodded. Amren looked at her once more before gesturing with her chin back to the dining room. Nesta followed her.

When they rounded the corner, she stopped dead in her tracks.

Because sitting next to Feyre was the man who had tried to break into her apartment.

“Nesta!" Feyre exclaimed, calling her over from where she sat. "This is Cassian. Cassian, this is my sister, Nesta.”

Nesta simply stared at him like a deer in headlights and he stared at her, his lips parted in surprise. He was wearing a grey sweater, his long hair hanging down, no longer in a bun like it was the last time. He tucked it behind one ear.

"Are you stalking me or something?" Nesta said incredulously.

"I could ask you the same," Cassian retorted cheekily.

Feyre looked between them, a confused expression written on her face. "Do you guys know each other or something?"

"Something like that," Nesta mumbled.

Everyone's eyes were on them as they waited for an answer.

"Well as everyone knows, I live in the same building as Nesta and Elain," Cassian explained, waving a hand to the two sisters. "The other night, I got stupid drunk with a friend. He drove me back to my place and me, drunk off my fucking ass, tried to get into their apartment thinking it was mine."

The entire room erupted into laughter, Rhys choking on his food and Azriel looking up as if reasoning with the Gods.

"So when Nesta opened the door," Cassian continued, "she nearly beat me to death with a baseball bat."

Another round of laughter.

"Overreact much?"

Everyone's eyes flew to where Nesta sat. They seemed shocked. Nesta was too.

She didn't know why she said it, why she let it bother her. He was just so fucking frustrating, even his mere presence.

Cassian stuck his tongue out at her.

Feyre interrupted, her jaw agape. "You guys are acting like children."

Nesta got quiet after that. The conversation continued, thankfully taking the attention off her. As everyone laughed and conversed, Cassian looked over at her. His smile disappeared when he met Nesta's gaze. She just stared back at him, lips in a thin line. He seemed to try to gauge her reaction carefully, but her face was blank.

And so the night went on. Nesta didn't say another word after what happened. She avoided eye contact with Cassian. Avoided conversation with everyone.

It was half past eight when they all began clearing their dishes. Mor, Aurra, Azriel, and Cassian were all gathered in the kitchen cleaning up. Feyre and Rhys had excused themselves. It was just Nesta and Elain who remained in the dining room.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” Nesta leaned over to whisper to Elain.

Elain nodded. "We'll head out right after, yeah?" She must've noticed the exhaustion in Nesta's face.

Nesta agreed, excusing herself from the table.

She walked down the hallway, peeking through every door to find the bathroom. She was about to push through a door on the left that was slightly cracked open when she heard voices coming from within.

“I’m worried about him. He’s not the same.” It was Feyre.

“He never is when he comes home, Feyre," Rhys said dejectedly. "It’s happened before. Cass just needs time.”

Cass.

Nesta tiptoed closer to the door, just enough for her to listen.

“No, what he needs is to see someone!”

“I’ve tried. He doesn’t want to go.”

“Try harder, Rhys!” Feyre cried, her tone frustrated.

“We can’t just force him to go, okay?”

“Are you seeing what I’m seeing? Do you even notice how lost your own fucking brother is? Do you even care?!”

Silence.

“Rhysand, I’m sorry. Gods, I’m so sorry. I know you care. More than anyone. I just… I don’t want to lose him.”

She heard them both breathing deeply.

“C’mere,” Rhys murmured. Nesta heard Feyre's footsteps as she presumably walked toward him.

“We’ll figure it out, okay?”

“Together.”

“Always, Feyre darling.”

They got quiet, probably embracing each other. Nesta crept away from their bedroom door and into the bathroom before they could find her.

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Elain and Nesta had just unlocked their apartment door when Nesta groaned. “Oh, shit, I forgot my wallet in the car." She fished around in her bag to make sure it wasn't in there. "I’ll be right back.”

"I'll leave the door unlocked," Elain called behind her as Nesta made her way to the elevator.

She stepped between the doors, hitting the button for the parking garage. Gods, she just wanted to go to sleep. The night had been exhausting.

After a minute or so, she was approaching her car. She unlocked her door and grabbed her wallet that was in the middle console when a pair of headlights flashed past her, a car pulling into the spot next to her.

Before panic could set in, Nesta recognized who was driver the car through the window.

Cassian.

His car turned off and he emerged from the driver's door just a moment later. He looked over where Nesta was clutching her wallet to her chest staring at him. He gave her a tight-lipped smile before turning away and walking towards the elevator. Nesta had no choice to follow.

She walked just a few feet behind him as they made their way to the elevator.

"I'm sorry," Cassian told her, his voice sincere. He cast a concerned glance her way. "For embarrassing you at dinner. And if I scared you that night."

"You didn't embarrass me," Nesta snapped at him. "You were just being annoying as hell."

His entire body seemed to relax at her insult. Cassian tried to hide his smirk but failed. "I'm glad to see you're still your normal, hotheaded self. You got me worried at dinner with your stoic behavior."

Now she really glared at him. "Don't talk like you know me. You don't."

"Oh, sweetheart," he teased. "I think we're more similar than you think."

She scoffed. "I think that hubris of yours will be your downfall."

"You know, it's quite sexy when you use literary devices to insult me," he joked.

Nesta froze.

Was he coming onto her? Chills ran down her spine when she thought of the last time a man expressed interest in her.

It's not the same, she tried to convince yourself. He's not Tomas.

Cassian must've expected a heated response to his comment because he looked surprised when Nesta simply stared straight ahead. She seemed to be in a world of her own, oblivious to everything around her. Any trace of anger was gone, replaced by a cool indifference.

Cassian's face fell. "Nesta, I didn't mean to - "

He was cut off as the elevator door dinged opened and Nesta swiftly walked out.

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Fallout OCs!

Uh, hey! This is pretty much the first time I've released any info about all my Fallout OCs. If you're wondering how they all know each other and what this big plot is, basically the Enclave come back with Institute allies and some other mess. All the characters and pictures were created by yours truly, and I hope those who see enjoy!

Johnny Cole/ "Vault Dweller"

Summary

Johnathan Cole, or as you better know him as the Vault Dweller, was once a typical resident inside Vault 13. He didn't enjoy the lifestyle of living in a vault and wanted to see what the real world was like. It was only until Vault 13's water chip breaks when he finally gets his wish, and was now tasked to trek through the Californian Wasteland to find a new one before his Vault dies. He came across new places, new friends, and new threats. After he defeats the master through words, Johnny was claimed as a hero by many but was ousted from his vault by his Overseer out of the fear of others wanting to leave as well. Johnny left with no strength left to fight back, and left the vault forever. He set off into the mountains and began setting up a new tribe with other vault dwellers. Before he died of old age, he told his tribe to preserve his brain and asked one final request to bring him back somehow if something were to happen that could threaten his tribe. Many years later, Johnny was re created in the year of 2287 by the help of Vault Scientists from Vault City, who were able to bring him back thanks to tremendous breakthroughs in technology. He was brought back to life due to the Lone Wanderer, Courier, and Sole Survivor needing aid in taking out a new threat that Johnny will have to fight against.

Personality

Johnny is a rough and tumble type of guy, always enjoying to throw himself into a fight with no intention of backing out until the room is full of nothing but corpses. He may not always think before he talks, but he has pure intentions and always looking for anyone in need. He also won't hesitate in pulling the trigger first if things go south, so he needs a bit of restraint from his allies before he makes a wrong move. Though he seems thick skinned and fool hearty, Johnny is a simple and kind guy who you can talk to in a bar.

Cazzy

Summary

Cazzy can't really remember much about her life, considering it was composed of being in a bio gel tube in a induced coma. She was actually an experiment created by Enclave Scientists after they resurged, wondering what the effects could be on manipulating human dna and the various mutated animal dna together and how it could be used to their advantage. One day, she was able to break free due to a containment breach by another female creature created by the Enclave. They both escaped into the night and never seen each other since. With her on her own, she decided to stay in the shadows and keep sight from humans. She traveled to the Mojave, and while there she found out that she can befriend and control other wild Cazadors, which she found useful to find supplies without needing to go out in full view. She lived in a small cave, and even though she had her fellow Cazadors, she felt lonely and in need of companionship. She wasn't the greatest at speech either, and could only speak in short utterances. One day, she noticed that a group of humans were traveling down a trail, and one really caught her attention. A man with yellow blond hair and wearing a blue jumpsuit, it was none other than Johnny Cole, along with the rest of the crew. It was then that they got cornered and attacked by a band of Raiders who were waiting for a surprise attack. Before anyone could react, a loud sound of buzzing came began to get louder and louder, and in shock from everyone, a large swarm of Cazadors swarmed at them. It was then when the main five realized that the Cazadors went after the Raiders. The swarm attacked and killed the raiders, leaving nothing but stung and stiff corpses. The group were confused as to why they weren't attacked as well, but that's when they noticed the feminine bug walkong towards them, wearing nothing but a ragged cloak to cover herself. They were stunned with awe at the sight; a insectoid woman. With the best of her speech, she said "I save you" in a soft voice. They were now dumbfounded that she could talk. She began eyeballing them all with her giant red eyes and began eyeing down Johnny again. She liked the way that this human looked, toned and strong she could tell even from just looking at his tightly fitted suit. Johnny began eyeballing her back, and something sparked within him that he never felt in a long time since, and he could tell that she can feel it too. He was the first one to thank her for her act of kindness, and asked for her name. She paused, since she never had a name in the first place. Since Mojave knew about Cazadors, he gave the idea of Cazzy as a name. She seemed pleased with it, and kept it as her official name. Johnny pledged the idea of her joining along with the group, and while they were relunctant at the thought and the chances of this female bug lady killing them all with a swarm of bugs seemed likely, she never seemed hostile at them in the slightest and did save their asses. They all agreed, with Johnny being the most joyous, and Cazzy making a buzzing noise of delight. She packed up ther things and setted of witht the group, with a new interest on her right and a swarm of Cazadors on her left.

Personality

Cazzy in the beginning of her new life was very timid and quiet, fearing the world amd the people , how theh would react to seeing a creature such as her, and felt embarrassed about showing her body. She was also very curious about the world around her, but never had the strength to actually go out and explore. It was only until Johnny and the others came into her life to show her the real world. She's now become very open and more spring in her step , and could speak more fluently in English. She always wanted to experience companionship with someone, and was given that chance when she met Johnny. Cazzy doesn't exactly know how to use weaponry, but thanks to Johnny she knows how to handle a poison soaked knife and is pretty decent with a pistol, but would much rather use her swarm of Cazadors to take baddies out.

Griffin Cole/ "Chosen One

Summary

Griffin Cole is the grandson of Johnny Cole, the Vault Dweller and founder of his tribe. Griffin was tested and destined to become the new leader of his people, and was sought to be the "Chosen One". Griffin was sent on a mission to find the tribals that have gone missing. He then discovers of the Enclave, and their plans to find people to use as slaves to mine the FEV underneath their oil rig. He finds new friends and a sweet car, and after a long and treterous mission, he successfully kills Frank Horrigan and stops the Enclave from mining the FEV. He goes back and continues to lead his tribe until his death, in which he asks for the same procedure just like his grandfather and the promise to bring him back if a new threat occured. He was re created in the year of 2287 by the help of Vault Scientists from Vault City, who were able to bring him back thanks to tremendous breakthroughs in technology. He was brought back to life due to the Lone Wanderer, Courier, and Sole Survivor needing aid in taking out a new threat that he and his grandfather will have to fight against.

Personality

Griffin takes alot from his grandfather. He enjoys throwing himself into a fight with little regard to his personal safety, and makes up for it with his powerful melee blows and bullet sponge armor made from the same material as Frank Horrigan's armor. Unlike the other members, Griffin enjoys being up close and personal and likes melee or unarmed combat, though he is a decent shot when it comes to his trusy Bozar. If melee isnt available, hell use his fists to make amends with what ever is bothering him. He may not act or sound like the sharpest, but there are moments where something comes out of him that sounds like it wouldn't come from him. He's a gentle giant, and a beefcake under his armor, which makes hima the center of attention and oggled by many women, both during his first and second life, though he isn't interested in being in a relationship as of now.

Sam Lincoln/ "Lone Wanderer"

Summary

Sam Lincoln was born and raised in Vault 101 and was taught mainly by his father, James Lincoln, a brilliant scientist who had an hopes and a dream of restoring the broken wasteland. His father always taught him that he'll achieve great things in the future, and great things Sam did indeed. When his father left Vault 101, Sam instantly took persuit and set on finding his father. Along the way, he finds new friends and helps the good people of the DC wasteland. Sam eventually finds his Father and helps the Lyon's Pride BoS take back the Jefferson Memorial to complete Project Purity. After the events of FO3 and Broken Steel, Sam decided to stay with the Lyon's Pride as their top tier sniper until their departure from the DC to the Commonwealth, where Sam decided to stay in the DC. It wasn't until Sam was called by the Courier and Sole Survivor to help them in their mits of stopping the Institute in FO4, and to stop an even bigger threat after that; the Enclave Resurged.

Personality

Though Sam may look 19, he’s actually 29 by the time the events of FO4 happen due to a unique age deficiency, making him appear younger. So the voice a mature British man coming out of a 19 year old is an odd site. Though he’s 29, Sam still has the heart of a child, so he still enjoys the things that would necessarily fit his age. He’s also the shortest of the group, only being 5′8 and a half so he gets picked on easily. Sam is an excellent sharpshooter, and enjoys staying out of the fray picking of any major threats that can come across his group with his trusty Lincoln’s Repeater. After the death of his father, Sam was only left with the life lessons that his dad told him, though he still felt lost without a father figure to help him. Luckily, being with the Sole Survivor during FO4 and the Enclave Resurgence gives him the chance to have someone to look up to, and although he’ll never forget his true father, the Sole Survivor is someone he definitely feels that he can teach him and help pick up where James sadly had to leave off. 

Pollyn Matthews  

Summary

Pollyn Matthews is the daughter of Ghoul gardeners and flower specialists, Ryan and Rachel Matthews. Because of their love for all things plants and flowers, she was named after the substance that helps plants grow. Pollyn was a miracle child when she was born, as she came out perfectly fine even though her parents were both Ghouls before she was born. Though after a few years, the process of ghoulification began to occur, though not as drastic as other Ghouls. She still kept her full head of red hair, and her skin wasn’t as damaged as her parents and didn’t smell like a rotting corpse, though she did lose her nose, and isn’t fully resistant to high levels of radiation. Though her process of becoming a full Ghoul seem to have stopped, she still fears of becoming feral, and having to fear wondering if or when her parents become feral, but she tries her best to hide the fear unless she feels that she can’t hold it in. Pollyn herself is a mercenary and bounty hunter of sorts, only going after Raider bosses, opposing mercenaries like Talon, and other bad guys. She then sells the loot she finds in her own shop, while her parents live the calmer life style of owning a flower shop, but still support her daughter in what she does, saying that what she does “rids the world of these no good junkies”. One day on a mission to take down a Raider boss, she came across a ginormous group of Talon Company mercs attacking a band of 5 men hiding behind a shack, obviously the situation wasn’t in their favor. The seemed to have no advantage as the group of Raiders seemed to posses more fire power and numbers than the 5 men and their act of flanking was non existent. She needed to act fast, and so with her trusty AA-12 shotgun and frag grenades, she ran in and blasted all the mercs into mince meat before any of them realized what was going on. All the men (Johnny, Griffin, Sam, Mojave, and Rick) could only hear the screaming of men and the sound of constant shotgun blasts, explosions, and bodies hitting the floor. They were shocked to see in the blink of an eye that a group of trained mercs that they thought would out beat them were single handedly slaughtered by one singular Ghoul. They thanked her for her help, and all she asked in return was to help her take their loot back to her shop. Sam felt a spark go off in him about this woman, but a Ghoul? He felt conflicted at first, but decided that a lot of things happen for a reason, but the problem was that he was never really good at making any moves. Pollyn could tell the young man was acting funny, and realized that the young man was interested in her. She felt shocked that someone would actually feel that way despite her appearance and just like Sam, she was never really good at making the first move. She felt embarrassed at having these feelings towards someone who was younger than her, but then felt relieved yet more embarrassed when Sam had to break the ice, as usual, that he was 29, a good 2 years older than her, yet noticeably shorter than her by about an inch or two. The rest of the men could do nothing but smile in pure smugness, and asked if she ever wants to lend a hand she can always give them a call, especially Sam. She was more than happy to accept the offer.

Personality

Pollyn is what you would call a tomboy, never having any interest in more feminine things and more into the rough and tumble style, and while she seems thick skinned and a bit abrasive, she's actually very sensitive and shy when it comes to showing her feelings. Sam himself loves both her tomboy ish charms and sensitive side, sometimes teasing her about it in a playful manner. Pollyn enjoys being loud, mainly when it comes to combat. She enjoys fragging enemies with grenades and shotguns, and is decent in melee combat with her trusty fire axe. Pollyn is always down to take down some baddies and won’t back down in a fight when it comes to protecting others.

Mojave Navarro/ “Courier Six”

Summary

Mojave Navarro was born in the Mojave Wasteland, and was the only child of his two parents, who were Bighorn and Brahmin ranchers. In his early years, Mojave enjoyed two things, western cowboy movies and fixing things. Mojave’s parents knew he was gifted when he was able to fix a broken Mister Handy into becoming their personal helper, discovering his knack of fixing robots. His father was able to get his hands on some old western flicks and tv shows back before the Great War and were in somewhat working condition. Mojave always dreamed of becoming a peace keeper, and would always ask his parents if he can become a sheriff. At age 15, Mojave began learning on how to use a gun, and a revolver felt right in his hands. He didn’t learn anything fancy but was a good shot with it, even at long ranges. By the time Mojave reached 20, his parents decided that it was time for them to retire and settle in Texas, where things were less hectic. Mojave, while saddened that his parents early departure, he was happy and thankful for them helping him out getting on his own feet. Mojave had to push the dream of being a sheriff in the back of his mind and settled off on working as a courier in the Mojave Express. It wasn’t a glamorous job, but it helped bring the caps in. While his life was simple and easy, Mojave knew that he could do so much more. It was only until he was assign to deliver a special package when his life was about to turn in a whole new direction. One moment he's walking down a trail with no worries in the world, and next thing he knows he’s tied up and confronted by three men, once of which was in a checkered suit, and pulled a gun on him. Next thing he knows, he’s waking up in an old house with a splitting headache. Insert most of Fallout NV’s plot n side quests which morally help people despite factions, and Mojave is now the owner of both Vegas and the Hoover Dam, with the help of Yes Man. When the plot of FO4 happens, Mojave sets up in the Commonwealth as a robot repairman in an old Red Rocket gas station, where he creates, sells, and repairs robots. He also created Sunset, his robot lover

Personality

Mojave is a calm and collective individual, always sounding confident with every word that comes out of his smooth talking mouth. Whenever he sees the opportunity to make some money (as long as it isn’t on those who are good of heart and aren't bad guys) he’ll take the advantage. His charisma is enough to make anyone change their mind, which can be useful in a pinch. Mojave is a keeper of piece always looking out for the good of the people, but doesn’t enjoy it when referred t o as an “Anarchist”. Mojave is a Jack of all Trades and a Master of None, meaning he can do just about anything and everything and anything that is put up in front of him; sneaking, sniping, melee combat, all the good stuff, but he's most experienced with gunslinging and repairing. Mojave will rarely bring up his temper, but when it does hell has no fury like his scorn. 

Sunset Nevada

Summary

Sunset Nevada was created by Mojave Navarro in an effort to create someone to call his own. From what Mojave remembered, Mojave made her to be as unique and as human as possible. It took him months to create and design every aspect of her, from body to personality, but kept her inner conscious open so that she can learn and understand things on her own. It took him countless trials and errors, and when he believed that he was close and turned her on, she didn’t respond. He sat on the floor, anguished and distraught in defeat, believing that he failed to bring him someone to truly love. It was only then that he hear a faint, “hello? Are you okay?” and looked up to see the beautiful robot he created was awake, and talking. He ran up to her and hugged her tightly, and she embraced the hug. After her initial start up, Sunset eased within the wasteland, thanks to Mojave feeding her inner code with all the info she needed to know (or for what he knew and could find) with both Pre-war and post war stuff, but just enough where she can still discover things on her own. Mojave also added hints about him within her, just so that she begins her relationship with him and naturally falls for him over time, and so it did. Mojave introduced her to the gang, and were happy to have a new member in the gang, and could clearly see the improvement on Mojave himself.

Personality

Sunset Nevada is a bubbly and happy individual, always curious about anything thats new and always excited to try something new. She is the very thing that makes Mojave keep on going, saying that she is, “the only one for him,” and promises to never let anything happen to her. She is unique in the fact that she is a one of a kind Assaultron, with a personality and “consciousness” that is as close to human as possible, similar to a Synth. Her body was handcrafted by Mojave and colored to be of a  beautiful desert sunset, hence her name. Mojave   taught her to never let anyone discourage or take advantage of her of being a robot, due to varying factions that involve robots (Rust Devils, BoS, etc.) and she always takes it to heart, and even when she does have thoughts of self doubt, it instantly dissipates when she embraces her lover. Sunset’s arsenal includes a gun varying the situation, an Assaultron Blade sword, and her special laser that most Assaultrons have that comes from her eye. She hates when people compare her or think of her as just an Assaultron, and has a distaste for other Assaultrons, except a few (PAM, Ada, and KLE-0) for being nothing more than pre-programmed killing machines, and shows it when she fights them, claiming that they aren't her “sisters”. 

Rick Deckard/ “Sole Survivor”

Rick Deckard

Rick Deckard during his Pre-War times, was an outstanding man. At a young age, he joined the Commonwealth Police Force, and after that he joined the military to save his country. After his honorable discharge, Rick settled down and married his high school sweetheart, Nora, and had a baby named Shaun. All that changed when the bombs dropped, and they had to enter Vault 111, where they didn’t realize they were walking into a freezing chamber. Rick woke up at one point to see that his wife was being apprehended buy two people, and was needlessly murdered by Kellogg for his son. He froze again, and finally woke up again, now 210 years after they initially entered the vault. Nate wanted vengeance and justice, and set off into the new and broken world that was the Wasteland. He joined the Minutemen, and after Fallout 4′s, he’s set off on to help restore the Commonwealth. While in the Commonwealth, he helped most of his companions, and even fell in love with Curie.

Personality

Rick is a hardened man, and knows how to work in a firefight. He’s smart, tactical, and knows how to turn the tide of a battle to his favor, which makes him an amazing general of the Minutemen. But just because he’s hardened does’t mean he’s lost his sense of human or sensitivity, and still knows how to have a good time. He can be pretty sarcastic, but only comes to it when it comes to someone who's not on his good side. Since Rick is a father, He's really determined to make sure everyone shows their true potential and to never stop doing what they believe in, and is really protective about those he cares about.