#ily Sienna

[greekgodssitcom]

Ares to Hermes: Any restaurant is a drive thru if you try hard enough

Hermes: Genius

Athena: No—

[1pcii]

honestly it's amazing how sabo is like. everything I've ever wanted out of a character.

revolutionary/freedom fighter trope but is NOT demonized by the narrative for his radical beliefs/actions that are necessary to further his goal of peace because of the nature of the world he exists in. his past dosnt just exist as a half-assed attempt at adding 'nuance' (pity) to his character but directly shows where his ideals and beliefs come from and shape him as a person and it's never something that's ridiculed or downplayed. being a revolutionary is rightfully framed as the sacrifice it is for the greater good and doesnt defult-ly exist in a binary of 'good' or 'bad', but rather shows the difficult but necessary path of societal reform.

[drivedby]

@bluwrlds   𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮 📸 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝟯-𝟱 𝗽𝗶𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗲. ( part 1 )

𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 : 𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦  𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘳𝘢   𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑑𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑜 . 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺  𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘰   𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 . 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘯  𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘰   𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎 𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑 .

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[brother-genitivi]

💪 🧠 and 😍 for Destan?

💪 : What is your OC’s most physically attractive attribute?

It's really a toss up between her eyes and her height/stature. Or her teeth - she has slightly pointed canines that you can only see when she laughs or smiles really big. Also, her front two teeth are larger than the rest.

🧠 : What is your OC’s most mentally attractive attribute?

Her tenacity. The level of her determination is almost scary, but you know that whatever job you've assigned to her is in safe hands. Destan doesn't give up. She'd have to be dead for that.

😍 : What does your OC find irresistible in others?

Kindness, empathy. Someone who sees the good in everything. Someone who challenges her and allows her to challenge them. And someone who dabbles in vengeance. I wonder who this could be referring to?

[angelslaain]

MIDNIGHT ANGEL >> landon & sienna // spotify @wynterlanding

[angelslaain]

A good time. When was the last time Sienna had one of those? She'd like to think she was doing well, all things considered. How many people could say they survived a murderous clown and came out of it, save for a few scars, unscathed? Though it didn't feel right to brag about. She'd seen the grisly pictures of Allie and her mom in pieces. Every victim that night was identified, and who was left alive to do it all? None other than Sienna Shaw. She couldn't, not in good conscience, allow her brother to see any of them. (Though God knows what the hell that boy googles when she's not around. For all she knew, the Shaws were on some FBI watch list.)

And yet, as she felt Landon's arm snake around her waist, fabric of his sleeve brushing up against her bare lower back, she wanted to take his word for it. She had to. In the name of continuing to live the life everybody who died that night deserved. One that was fulfilling, purposeful, and safe. She had a privilege here, attending no doubt one of the most prestigious, most buzzed-about events of the year. An upscale Hollywood Halloween party. And with one of the most famed directors of her generation. It was almost picture-perfect.

Inside, Sienna did well to follow the director as he made his rounds. Funnily enough, she didn't think about the obvious: Who would she recognize behind their masks and makeup? After all, she wouldn't have known it was Heidi Klum underneath that grotesque worm costume if a headline didn't tell her. Maybe she was passing by icons and she didn't know it. She preferred it that way.

Well, seeing one of the Kardashians was a little cool. Sipping on her themed cocktail (some sort of Deep Red-inspired sangria; that decked-out bar was one of the highlights of her night so far), she listened to Landon bring her into his world. As a newbie on set, she was careful not to step on anyone's toes, especially his. She was in charge of making his vision come to life. Beyond her audition and small talk, there was a line there that she and Landon would've never crossed if it weren't for that fateful night he drove her home. Now, she was stepping past that line. And it felt good.

She giggled whenever he told her of Tobias Fairchild. ...rather stick his tongue down my throat. Maybe it was the sangria bubbling, but she quipped: "Who wouldn't?" And she said it with confidence, too.

The A-list corner made her roll her eyes. Who was too good for horror? Even the queen Meryl Streep herself dabbled in Death Becomes Her, not quite the blood-and-guts horror but horror adjacent. Horror was cool now. "Give it a year or so after Silent Scream comes out," Sienna told him. "I wouldn't be surprised if, like, DiCaprio asked to be your next Bruce Campbell." Saying both names in one sentence made her scrunch her nose. Her teeth closed down on her lip when she felt Landon joking around in her ear.

But she couldn't relish that flirtatious sensation for much longer. A second later, she was wearing a smile—one that was maybe outwardly artificial to the sober eye, but with all the haze from the smoke machines and hookah and booze, she was hoping this lady wouldn't notice. "I'm Sienna, so nice to meet you." She reached out to shake the other woman's hand. Might as well be nice so that Landon can see that Sienna's able to play along. "I've seen a few clips. I think you just came out with that interview with Layla DeLong? I love her."

The conversation went on somewhat shallowly, Sienna taking the backseat while Lavinia gushed about her current projects. Maybe she would've shared more about herself if Lavinia stopped for a second to breathe. When the topic finally shifted to her, she shared, "I'm on the special effects team for Silent Scream. It's coming along really well, right, Lan?"

Sienna's smile dissipated when she noticed Landon's gaze was somewhere else, somewhere far away. Not because he wasn't paying attention, but because she could sense that something was off. Knitting her brows, she asked him quietly, "Hey you. Is everything okay?" // @wynterlanding

Cheesy is a last resort kind of word for anything that Sienna Shaw is giving right now. When he first saw her when he came to her place it took a whole lot of willpower to pick his jaw up off the ground. She was smokin in that costume. He's got no clue how the hell she even agreed to come here with him. Looking that way? Fuck he's jealous of his own self for pulling her on his arm for this party. People like to assume. It's bound to happen here. But since when does he care? Flaunting her as his date is gonna be an empowered form of moving on with his life. He sees this 'date' as an opportunity for something more. Sienna's got nothing to worry about. Does she even know how gorgeous she is? Cheesy is hardly the word for it.

Landon's eyes are hugging her hips much as his fingers were suddenly itching to do. "You look great. Don't even worry. I'd probably sell my own soul to get a dance with you." Half joking, half hinting to what he'd like to do at this shindig; his fingers came up to stroke his beard, which he gave an added red sparkle to. Very fitting for his attire. Red. Black. Velvet. Donning a full on cloak trailing him behind in an ominous sweep. He admits he likes the added horns protruding from his forehead, his main attachment much as Sienna's is her wings. Make up departments are swift in their line of work. Easier when they've got a full thing working. Vintage devil. Nobody can argue with classics.

Sliding a hand against her arm while she fiddled with the collar, his gaze softened. Just enough. Oddly feeling as if he was meant to be here with her. Shit he hasn't even drank yet. Where is his mind? "Come on. I'll show you a good time," the husky promise drew a smile, heading up to the entrance. Music teemed out into the foyer to greet them. Pulling in an atmosphere filled with bodies, booze and Hollywood class on a dime of crass.

Plethora of guests. Monsters. Mayhem. And beyond! Quite a title for a documentary he might have done once upon a time. Mainstream success means mingling with other influencers he'd never think to rub shoulders with. Usually his crowd is more keyed to his genre. Then he does have a few oddball connections here and there. Which prompted him to force a smile as he was waved and called attention to. "Hi, Kim," he said, quickly bypassing that particular crowd with a hand to Sienna's lower back. Most appropriate place below her wings but also dangerously positioned considering. "We don't talk about Kanye." He murmured, adding a touch of humor to this run through.

Elaborating on who else is there might ease her into this type of crowd. It also is in his nature as a freshly minted fame monster to talk shit about the elite. In all good fun of course. "Mm, I see one rival producer from Majestic Studios. Standing out looking as pompous as his colonial attire screams. Tobias Fairchild, resident British snob. Total dick. Thinks we'd make a great production together. Think he'd rather stick his tongue down my throat," the director hardly minced words, relaying an obvious fanboy affair whenever the Brit tried to bribe him to jointly make a picture. "The legion of too good for horror. Right over there." Pointing out typical A-listers he scoffed in a laugh. "You can tell since their costumes look like shit." Breathing those words playfully beside Sienna's ear, he paused, straightening as someone approached.

"Landon! Look at you Mister Devil." Lavinia Cortez, horror hostess and toxic gothic queen of the Frightful Follies Network. In the flesh dolled up like a serpent. Except she's got no rainbow. The medusa headpiece must have cost her an arm and two legs. Right kind of currency in their genre. "Who is this? Your girlfriend?"

There's mischief in that question. He can see it sparkling in the woman's eyes. Landon rolled his own, giving a slight cough. "She's - something," he answered coyly.

"Oh please. I'm not going to say anything to those roaches with cameras." Lavinia tilted her head. Really! "You look stunning," she turned compliments to his mystery angel.

"Sienna, this is Lavinia Cortez. I'm sure you've probably seen her on Toxic Talk." Or maybe she hasn't. Who knows at this point but at least he can count on the horror personality NOT saying anything. The last he needs is Sienna caught up in media. Shoulda thought of that before inviting her out you jackass. Fuck it. He wants her… to impress her. Introductions to friends is a good move. What could go wrong, right? Landon might have jinxed himself with such a thought. Clearly he's in over his head to think he wouldn't spot his ex but finally he had. Dressed up as a Greek goddess from what he can tell. Blonde hair in waves. Perfected smile. Miss ingenue who never did anything wrong in her life. His smile is already gone. @angelslaain // prev

[multi-fandom-lunatic]

Hi, I'm Multi!

Hi I'm Multi/Luna!

FANDOMS: The Owl House Keeper of the Lost Cities Riordanverse Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir Momo Arashima

Some stuff about me:

She/her

I write fanfiction on my Wattpad

Very staunch Booktok hater

Also a HP and Marauders hater

Bigots DNI

TALK TO MEE

BESTIES:

@thesfromhms: THE ONE AND ONLY. NO EXPLANATION NEEDED. ILY.

@SmolLikeAFrog: AHH BESTIE SO GLAD YOU'RE *FINALLY* HERE! My bestie and partner in crime (and writing), ily.

@cassieisinthebasement: My cognate and go-to person for gay kotlc needs.

The Lunatics: me and @thesfromhms. The best crew EVER.

Making chaos with sienna: @siennamakeschaos and I making fandom-related chaos.

Rants:

Booktok's white feminism problem

The merging of YA and Adult Lit

The merging of YA and Adult Lit (continued)

Non Booktok book recs

Is Booktok that bad? (yes and no)

Racism and queerphobia in the HP and Marauders fandom

The problem with the current book boyfriends

Bootok's problem with fandom tropes

Wattpad, fanfiction and original literature

The Tiktok ban and it's effect on Booktok

Is fanfic to blame on Booktok's demise?

Please please please send me asks about this stuff! I love answering them.

[jolalibrary]

jo my angel <3

could i get the 🎨 with 13, or any other number if that one’s already been taken?

hi my loveeeee!!! youre the angel, omg.

so thirteen has been very popular, so i instead gave you number 3 which i hope is okay? and it's actual name is:

burnt sienna (but I'm going to call it crab orange hahaha 🦀)

under the cut is the code and paint shade, just because it can vary on the internet. have the most fun!

ily

[liaromancewriter]

The Reluctant Valentine

Premise: It’s Valentine’s Day, and Max can’t say no to his favorite girl.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Sienna Trinh x Max Valentine (M!OC); feat. OC children Rating/Category: General. Fluff. Words: 1,600

A/N: Submission for @choicesficwriterscreations Valentine's Day event; @choicesmonthlychallenge To Be prompt, ILY; @choices-february2023 Day 14, Valentine's Day. I'm also using @choicesflashfics week 20, prompt 1 (in bold)

Sienna Valentine had always known this day would come. It was just a matter of time. In the ten years since she had married Max, he had only ever asked her for one thing. And she had agreed.

She had come to accept that Valentine’s Day would never be something he’d celebrate. In the grand scheme, it didn’t matter because he always showered her with love and affection. Not just on a single day in the year.

Still, she looked forward to seeing his face when he came home. It was mean of her, but she planned to have her phone ready to record his reaction in real time. And tease him about it endlessly.

Sienna had arrived home after a busy day at the clinic to find her children spread out across their two-story condo. She wanted to shut the world away on days like this and just be with her family. Her kids, though, were having none of it.

She found Noah engrossed in his video games upstairs and Belle playing dress-up with her dolls in her bedroom. Michael was in the playroom, enjoying nursery rhymes on the tablet. At the same time, Amelia was tucked in the crafts corner with glitter in her hair, glue on her fingertips, and a look that said she was busy and didn’t want to be disturbed.

Leaving their nanny, Mrs. Banks, to keep the peace a while longer, Sienna changed out of her work clothes. She put on comfortable jeans and a burgundy sweater that matched the recently added highlights in her hair.

She thought about pouring herself a glass of wine but decided she’d rather wait for Max. One of their favorite activities after putting the kids to bed was unwinding over a glass of wine, discussing their day and sometimes just making out.

The latter was probably the best part of the night. She grinned. After all, who needed words?

She took out leftover cookie dough from the refrigerator and laid it on the counter. A short while later, she slid a cookie sheet into the oven to bake. Dusting flour off her hands, she hung up the apron and reached inside the kitchen cabinets for plates and glasses.

Cookies and milk were a surefire way to get her children’s attention. Once the scent of vanilla and sugar was wafting through the air, they would come running on their own.

The oven timer buzzed, and she removed the baking sheet, setting it to cool on the rack. As predicted, she heard the clatter of running feet. First Noah, then Belle rushed into the kitchen, with Bailey bringing up the rear, her excited barks making the older children laugh.

“Cookies need ten more minutes to cool,” she called over her shoulder, adding Bailey’s doggie biscuits to her bowl. “Put your toys and things away first and then wash up.”

Knowing Noah and Belle would do as asked, she left the kitchen to check on Amelia. She knew her stubborn third child wouldn’t come until she was done.

Sienna entered the playroom and smiled at Michael lying flat on his back, giggling, his small, chubby hands trying to catch dust particles in the light. Mrs. Banks smiled when Sienna joined him on the playmat and tickled his tummy, enjoying the sounds and smells of her baby boy.

Not a baby for much longer, Sienna thought wistfully.

Amelia was still sitting on the small table and chair that was her crafts station, head bent over a pink card.

Sienna walked over to stand behind her. She brushed one hand down her daughter’s golden curls, and watched her finish printing her name inside.

She thought Noah must have helped her with the rest, recognizing her son’s cursive handwriting. Amelia hadn’t quite gotten a handle on using a glue stick; white sticky liquid dotted the edges. Sienna took one of the wooden sticks and gently removed the excess.

“Mommy, do you think Daddy will like silver sparkles or gold sparkles?” Amelia asked, looking up at her with all the seriousness of someone who needed to make a very important decision.

Sienna propped her chin on one hand while studying the handmade, heart-shaped card. There was already shiny red glitter sprinkled across the front of the card.

“Hmm,” she said, pondering deeply. “I think gold sparkles with red glitter look beautiful together. What do you think?”

Amelia pursed her lips and then nodded excitedly. “Red and yellow. Just like Tet!”

When Amelia reached for the glue stick and started to liberally spread it across the card, Sienna held the base of the cylinder, balancing it. She controlled the amount so it wouldn’t mess up the rest of the card and helped Amelia sprinkle gold tinsel and glitter until she was satisfied.

Sienna smiled in amusement as Amelia admired her handiwork. She supposed yellow was like gold.

This year had been Amelia’s first proper Tet, the Vietnamese New Year celebration, and no little girl could have enjoyed an occasion more. She especially liked receiving red envelopes filled with cash.

“I made cookies,” Sienna told Amelia. “Let’s go have cookies and milk, maybe take Bailey for a walk. Before you know it, Daddy will be home.”

She added the last when it appeared Amelia was going to argue.

Half an hour later, Sienna was enjoying cookies with her children and laughing as Noah shared something funny that had happened at school. Belle blushed when her brother teased her about the boy she had a crush on and who had apparently been the object of her Valentine’s Day card.

Vibrating with impatience, Amelia had one ear cocked towards the front of the apartment. Sienna thought if Amelia had a jet pack, she would bounce off the walls.

Before she could tell her to simmer down, Amelia jumped up, grabbed the card from the coffee table and ran towards the front hallway. Sienna could have sworn the little girl had bat ears, the way she picked up the sound of a key turning in the door.

She grabbed her phone from the counter, switched to the camera app, and followed quickly, not wanting to miss the moment.

Amelia launched herself at Max as soon as he walked through the door. Her sticky hands tightly wrapped around his trousered legs, likely leaving a mark on the expensive fabric.

“Daddy, you’re finally home! I’ve been waiting forever and ever and ever,” she cried out, tilting her head back to frown at him.

“Is that right?” Max chuckled, subtly rolling his eyes at Sienna at the dramatic statement.

He dropped his keys on the console, set his laptop case aside and reached down to lift Amelia up and into his arms. She looped one arm behind his neck, holding the card in her other hand.

Legs free, he kicked the door shut with one foot, not noticing that Sienna had already started filming the scene.

“Someone’s been in the cookie jar,” he teased, noting the chocolate smears around Amelia’s mouth. “Just what I like, little girls covered in chocolate.” He made chomping sounds and nibbled kisses from the corner of her mouth to her cheeks.

“Daddies don’t eat little girls, silly,” she giggled and hunched her shoulders against his mouth.

He paused, quirking one eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

“That’s an ogre,” Amelia said authoritatively.

“My mistake,” he said, hanging his head in shame. That’s when he noticed the card tucked in her hand. “What’s the card for? It’s not my birthday.”

Amelia took a deep breath, placed her palm on his jaw and stared solemnly into his green eyes, a mirror of hers.

“Daddy, will you be my valentine?”

Sienna laughed when Max looked poleaxed, gawking in shock at the red, pink and gold card Amelia shoved in his face.

While Noah had made her Valentine’s Day cards in school, Belle preferred giving them to her friends and cousins rather than her parents.

She wondered if this was the first Valentine’s card Max had ever received. But she suspected it wasn’t. Even if he didn’t celebrate as an adult, it didn’t stand to reason he had never done so. Or at least been on the receiving end of a Valentine’s Day crush.

Max glanced at Sienna, his eyes briefly narrowing in consternation before he wiped the expression off his face.

He took the card from an anxious Amelia and examined the front, oohing and aahing at the decorations. “Very sparkly,” he observed as he flipped it open to read her message.

“It’s red and yellow. Like Tet, remember?” Amelia explained. “Mommy said you liked golden sparkles more than silver.”

“I do like golden sparkles,” Max confirmed, looking up from the card. “They’re just like your hair.” He wrapped one golden curl around his finger. “See? Golden, just like my best girl.”

Amelia looked pleased with the compliment. Sienna thought her husband had a gift for charming women, young, old and in between.

“Do you really like it?” Amelia asked, her face resting next to his as father and daughter scrutinized the card.

“I not only love the card, but I love you, Amelia Mai,” he said with a soft kiss on her cheek. “The word ‘love’ doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of what I feel for you.”

Sienna could tell from Amelia’s face she didn’t fully understand, but she felt his love and hugged him tight.

“And to answer your question.” Max placed his finger under Amelia’s chin and gently lifted his daughter’s face to look her squarely in the eye. “I would be honored to be your Valentine.”

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[crownedhopelesss]

i'm absolutely obsessed with this <3 sienna says fuck off but i say ILY HAPPY VALENTINES DAY BESTIE <3

[firespirited]

Naturalistas never came to france so I got one off aliexpress aliexpress.com/item/1005005387378797.html (plum model $6). This model is Peety from the pixie puff collection and it's engraved into her head sculpt (adorable detail) the head is not as rock hard as Integrity Toys but harder than Barbie, small head size unlike the Fresh dolls from the same listing are just large enough to not quite fit with regular Barbies unless you have a mix of slightly larger headed 12" like ILY 4 ever, Myscene, DCSHG... The skin tone is a close match to dark brown but works OK on afra, there's enough orange undertone to the skin whereas Barbie Nikki/Nichelle in dark brown has a more grey-blue undertone. (Afra's also a great match for Prettie Girls Dahlia and Lena). The simplicity of her face works so well, she has both a vintage feel to her and the neat subtle gradients of 90s-2000s era Barbie. If you have access to Naturalistas, I think they made a quality face with warmth and elegance that I would have happily paid retail for.

As for freckled Shani 206, I added burnt sienna freckles over the top of blue dots in her skin so it looks less blue and more natural. it photographs quite orange under flash but blends really well IRL I left a few stray sienna dots to see what they looked like without blue underneath and how they'll fade over time. not my best work (a little big, some messy) but enough to feel completed until I've got the freckle paint out again. She's a fabulous doll.

[genevievemd]

Hey love please choose your pairings :)

2, 3, 7, 15 and 18 😘

Thanks best friend 💕

2) who says “I love you” more?

Ethan and Gen: G does, but only slightly more than Ethan. Tobias and Cam: Tobias for sure. That man has a decade of ILYs saved up lol Bryce and Natalie: Natalie Sienna and Casey: Sienna

3) who has trouble sleeping alone?

Ethan and Gen: both Tobias and Cam: Cam Bryce Natalie: Bryce Sienna and Casey: Casey

7) who steals the duvet in their sleep?

Ethan and Gen: lol Gen. Ethan calls her his little blonde burrito Tobias and Cam: Tobias Bryce and Natalie: Natalie Sienna and Casey: Sienna

15) who isn’t afraid to embarrass the other in public?

Ethan and Gen: Gen Tobias and Cam: Tobias Bryce and Natalie: Both Sienna and Casey: Casey

18) who finds it impossible to stay angry at the other for long?

Ethan and Gen: Ethan Tobias and Cam: Tobias Bryce and Natalie: Usually Natalie Sienna and Casey: both

Send me an OTP + a number and I’ll tell you…

[cariantha]

Oh wow. There was so much to digest in this chapter.

The honest conversation he had with Sienna tugged at my heartstrings.🥹

It was nice to see a softer, kinder June, and to see a point of reconciliation between Ethan and Tobias.

But best of all, WE GOT ILYs!!! ❤️❤️❤️ You were holding out on me with the teasers.😆

When life has other plans (12/16)

Code Black

Book: Open Heart (AU)

Characters: Ethan Ramsey, F!MC Casey Valentine

Word count: 4045

Category: Angst

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Language, minor character death, bio-attack

Summary: The Diagnoatics team court the Senator for Massachusetts, Senator Farrugia. Not everything goes to plan. Assistance from an unexpected source puts into motion, not only a possible reconciliation but the full realization of feelings.

Disclaimer: characters belong to Pixelberry.

Authors note: The Attack, again such a pivotal moment. We are coming to the end of the high angst.

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Work had been going well on the team. Casey was learning heaps and gaining more confidence in her abilities as a physician. She was still annoyed at having lost Stephanie but that had lead to her and Ethan being in a better place and despite the close call after the game, things were going good. The more relaxed interactions had not gone unnoticed by June but she was impressed by how well they worked regardless of their situation. A part of her was jealous in a way but she could not deny Casey’s results on the team.

The team and the team hospital were also buoyed by a patient. Senator Ed Farrugia. He was suffering from a mysterious illness. His aide, Travis Perry was keen for the Senator to go to Mass Kenmore, he was impressed with the privacy there but the Senator chose Edenbrook. Stating that it would look good if he was ‘walking the walk’ of his constituents, not to mention the rave reviews that he had received from Governor Rivera about Edenbrook. Ethan was not a fan of the Star patient but as he was reminded by Naveen, he has picked us. Despite this Ethan did have to admit it was good to be picked over Tobias.

After enduring the media scrum, Casey made her way to the office. They got to work, looking at his file. There was a knock at the door and in came the senator and his aide. Everyone was shocked to see him.

“Well I want to see the team at work and if there are any questions you can ask me or Travis.”

Travis smiled tentatively and got the senator’s water from the bottle.

They discussed his work, recent purchases of which he stated he was currently have a house renovated and there were mosquitos there. That piqued the interest of everyone. They ran tests for all the normal things to get an indication of his health as well as mosquito born diseases. They decided to then reconvene later. Both Casey and June were not sure what to think about Travis, as he seemed to answer a great majority of the questions but both put it down to him being his aide and it was his job to know the answers.

Ethan was alone in the office, he hoped for a quick solve. The publicity he knew would be good for the hospital and not to mention the team but his reasons were solely personal. Things had not been strained since the near kiss after the game, he was buoyed that she wanted to be kissing him too but how to go about restarting a relationship? There was still the abortion drama that had him concerned. Sure, a couple of months had passed since the incident but how do you get past the person you have feelings for thinking that they were an obligation? He could not dwell for too long though because he needed to be on his A game professionally.

The results came back. The team and the senator and his aide convened for a meeting.

The tests came back negative for all the mosquito borne diseases and as Baz noted, the senator was quite a healthy man for his age.

“Yes, I have been trying to eat healthier, no meat, what do you call that?” Said the senator.

Casey’s interest was piqued right away. “How does anyone forget the word Vegan, especially when they are vegan?” She thought.

“Senator, do you forget words very often?” Casey asks.

“I have noticed that I have forgotten the odd word here and there but I put it down to being over a certain age.” Stated the senator.

“Yes but someone who prides themselves on being very articulate and relying on that for a living would be concerned?” Said Baz.

Casey asks more about the house and says.

“What about lead poisoning? You said senator that the house you are renovating is old, including the paint.”

No one noticed the shocked and annoyed expression go across the face of Travis.

Casey organized tests for the senator. They went about their day and the results came back. It showed high levels of lead in the senator’s blood. Ed did not know what to think. He was given the treatment plan and was annoyed that he had to stay in hospital,cockily stating I power through any nausea and headaches. He soon changed his tune when he was told of the more serious side effects. Ed was taken back to his room and treatments started. Casey went about arranging samples from the Senator’s property and to advise the trades that they may have been exposed.

Whilst this was happening Travis was getting scared. He had been poisoning the Senator for awhile now. The lead was laced in his drink bottle and and the cup he used. Getting the lead had been easy enough but since the poisoning had now been found, well his plan B was now in order. He did not care what was to be used, as long as it was fatal to the senator, he did not care. He placed the call and arranged for the collection. “Vengeance will be mine” he thought as he ended the call.

Next day came and Travis found himself at the team's office, trying to get some team members to go with Ed so that a TV interview can be done. Baz was rather enthusiastic in stating that Ethan should go as he is the team leader. Casey then volunteered, for which Baz thought fitting. Ethan was relieved that Casey was coming, it was her that came up with the diagnosis after all but he also hoped some alone time could open a dialogue about them and where to from here. June noted the look of relief when Casey volunteered. She had heard about the softball game interactions from Tobias and his thoughts and theories and as much as she hated to admit it, deep down she thought he was right.

Interview time came and Ethan and Casey were alone in a dressing room. Casey was on edge, she had an earlier interaction with Ed that had ruined the perceptions she had about him. She asked Ethan why do people betray our trusts. Ethan hoped that she was not speaking about him. Ethan stated that he was not sure why but it was how we acted with the news that was more important. Casey then asked “what if you are about to go on air on national TV with one.” Ethan internally breathed a sigh of relief.

“You will figure it out.” He said before the exited for the studio.

The interviewer at the start stayed on the topic of the diagnosis and the illness and how they got to the diagnosis. The interviewer then asked Casey about working in such illustrious company. Ethan was then asked about what Casey brings to the team. “He stated that she brings a young set of eyes and a compassion for the patients to get the best outcomes possible. The interviewer then asked Casey about her thoughts on Ed, after Ethan declined to answer. Casey decided to stick Ed in the deep end. Stating how Ed was about to sponsor some revolutionary health care reforms. Ed was left speechless but had to go along with it, despite internally fuming. The interview was coming to a close and Ethan was surprised with the question asked. He was asked if he was single. For a brief moment he did not know what to say but decided to say that it was complicated. He was not entirely lying but he did not want to be starting such a private conversation with Casey on national television. The interview ended and they went back to the dressing room. Ed was not fuming.

“You fucking little bi…” he yelled.

Ethan stood in front of her. “Be careful Senator, you do not want to say or do anything you will regret.” Says Ethan through gritted teeth.

Just then Travis appears with Ed’s phone. Ed leaves, angry and Travis follows.

Casey turns to Ethan.

“It’s complicated?”

“What can I say, there are things I want to say and national television was not the place to start discussing it, but we will soon.”

He then placed his hand at the back of her head. Casey looked up and they both moved closer. They lightly brush their lips against each other. Ethan was about to deepen the kiss when Travis came to advise that they were heading back to the hospital now.

The trip back to the hospital was quiet but full of hope. Hope that their deep unrequited feelings would have an outlet, the hope that Casey opting not to tell Ethan about the abortion had not irreparably ruined any hope of anything and for Travis, the hope that vengeance will be his.

Casey woke with a start the next morning. She did not know why but she did. It felt like a shoe was about to drop. She went to work and saw Raf. She was surprised to see him as he was still on a break from work. He told her that he was moving to Brazil. Casey was happy for Raf. She knew he had been feeling lost after being put on suspension. He had become apart of the gang but she was also happy for him. She sees Danny rushing up. She thanks him for the test results. She reads them on the way to the office. She is confused. There is no traces of lead in the paint. She goes to the office and opens her laptop and google searches Ed Farrugia to try and piece together how he could be lead poisoned. There is nothing that shows up recently but the news articles take her back to when he was Mayor Ed then she sees it. A scandal involving old lead pipes poisoning some of the town and one of the victims was a child named Jonathon Perry. There was a picture of the grieving family.

“Fuck” Casey mutters under her breath. She runs out of the office to the room. Raf is there speaking to Bobby, she calls out to get Bobby to call the authorities and enters the room.

“Put the cannister down Travis!” She yells.

“No, he needs to pay for what he did to me, my family”

“Killing the senator does not bring your brother back”

“No, but he gets to pay for what he did and right now I do not care who I take with me.”

During the exchange Bobby and Raf enter. Travis sprays the canister at Bobby then at Danny. The senator escapes and Casey is pushed out of the way and Travis is tackled by Raf, where the canister is emptied.

Ethan comes back to the office, after going to Derry’s. He stops by the office to see if Casey is there as he has gotten her a coffee. He sees her laptop open and he thinks it odd. He looks at the screen and his stomach drops and heart skips a beat. He leaves the coffee and rushes to the room. He arrives to a scene of chaos. He sees a distressed Casey holding the door closed.

“She tells him what had happened. He got his phone out,

“I will fix this Casey.” As he left to organize evacuation of the floor and calling the CDC.

Casey tries to get information on what was in the cannister but he does not. Her and Raf also cover up the vent.

Before long a team from the CDC arrived. Bobby had died in the room. Danny was taken to a support suite on the same level and Travis was taken off site, much to the ire of Ethan. Casey and Raf were in the room together. June and Baz entered the room to get the low down on what happened, symptoms and progression. The team took some samples and left.

The team, the whole hospital was shaken. June was shook the most. Behavioural Psychology was her game and with this case she failed. There were things she noticed initially but much like Casey she had put it down to concern for his bosses welfare but with what she now knew and the benefit of hindsight she was appalled at herself for missing the red flags, especially when Travis was annoyed that the senator picked Edenbrook. She made her frustrations at herself known and Ethan then stated that we all missed them until it was too late. The remainder of the team got to work. It is what they did best, working under pressure but they knew how tough it was. They started off broad, it was all they could do and with each result turning negative, Ethan’s frustration began to boil. Another set of results came up negative and Ethan scrunched up the results in threw the ball in frustration just as Baz walked in. He knew that the tests came negative. Jus then there was a knock at the door. It was Sienna Trinh. She told them that she knows where the senator is hiding. They manage to persuade the senator to give them access to Travis, which he does. Ethan went with Sienna to the field office. She could tell the situation with Casey was bothering him.

“She did not want to hurt you know. When she found out, she deliberated for nearly a week about telling you and what to do.”

Ethan raised his eyebrow and Sienna continued.

“The clincher for not telling you was that she did not know exactly where you were and whether or not you had reception and when you have reception. She thought leaving a voicemail or a text was too cruel.”

“And how I found out wasn’t cruel? When I first figured what was happening I presumed she was miscarrying and I had only been back a day but when Dr Stone came and Casey told her she took the medication as prescribed….”

“I get it Ethan, we were all surprised that it did not work. I am glad though that you appear to be in better places. I think she found it exhausting hating you.”

“The ironic thing Dr Trinh, when I was down in Brazil, I came to a realization that I love her and I was wanting to discuss work arounds to make us work as a couple…”

“You could do that now?”

“Believe me Dr Trinh if…. No not if, but when Casey pulls through, it will be a discussion I will be having, in full. Not the dances around it we have been having.”

Dr Trinh smiled as they pulled up to the field office. They were sent to the containment room. Ethan looked at the notes and noted the progression of symptoms.

Travis was weak but he was still running on vengeance and anger.

“How dare you! Why couldn’t you leave well enough alone?”

Ethan ignored him as he knew that if he engaged he would lose it. Just then the monitors went off and Travis flatlined. Ethan got the team in charge of Travis in. He was also given a list of things that the toxin was not. He was appreciative for the information. He phoned in the gist of the progression and some medication was arranged that Ethan hoped would buy more time.

Meanwhile, at Kenmore, Aurora received a message from Elijah. She did not believe it but then realized, why would Elijah lie about something so scary. Tobias happened to come by and saw Aurora looking troubled.

“What’s up Emery?”

She showed him her phone.

“Fuck” Tobias muttered under his breath. He had met with the senator’s aide and he remembered that he was impressed with the facilities that were offered by Kenmore. The senator ultimately chose Edenbrook. Tobias had to admit he was a little jealous but with this news, well if it had happened here, it may have not been discovered as quickly.

He called Naveen, telling him that he was wanting to bring a team across to help out. Naveen was reluctant, since it was a code black situation he had no choice but to shut down the hospital. Lifting it temporarily could be dangerous not to mention difficult but Naveen also knew that more brains could also lead to a cure which if what he heard was correct was still far off. Naveen said get a team ready and as soon as I can get you in I will let you know. Tobias thanked Naveen. He put the feelers out for the brightest at Kenmore, including Dr Emery to be ready at a moment's notice.

Meanwhile, in the room, Casey was now starting to get the more severe earlier symptoms that everyone else seemed to have had. They had the injection to hopefully slow the progression. Raf was now confined to the bed and even though Casey was starting to feel dizzy, she did not want to lie down, as she feared that would be the beginning of the end. She knew the team was working hard but as time went on, she was starting to get nervous. Raf was starting to show signs of deteriorating. He started to say good bye but Casey would not let him. We will pull through, she said, even though she did not fully believe it herself. She poured him a glass of water and he drank it. He then asked if it was hot water.

“No, it is iced.”

“Well it feels like it is boiling.” Raf slurred. He slipped into unconsciousness and Casey pressed the call button. The team came. Casey told June about the new symptom, the hot and cold reversal that Raf felt when drank the water. A light bulb went off in June’s brain.

“Hot and cold reversal. I remember reading an article awhile ago…”

“Well we better find that article and find out a contender.

Ethan stays back to say that we will figure it out. The team meet in the lab and June quickly finds the article. The team are met at the room by her friends.

“Rafael’s hot and cold reversal was key. We have found out what is causing this.” Said June, “it is a maitotoxin…”

“Maitotoxin, that is fish is it not” asked Casey then it dawned on her.

“There is no cure is there?”

“Not yet but now we know what we are dealing with…”

“And you have the best from Kenmore to come and help too” called out Tobias.

Ethan was a swirl of emotion that he had no idea how he felt in that moment.

“No funny business I hope Dr Carrick?” Asked Casey.

“No, not this time, Naveen managed to get us in beside the code.”

They all head off to the lab, Ethan asks Casey if she wants company but she decides no. So Ethan joins them.

Knowing what they were dealing with was a big help. They got to formulating possible ideas straight off the bat and theorizing. After a bit Ethan feels uneasy. He excuses himself and makes his way to the room. He puts on the hazmat suit and makes his way in. Casey is surprised to see him.

“Shouldn’t you be in the labs?”

“I was but I was feeling uneasy and felt I would be of better use here, please lie down, you must be exhausted.” Said Ethan.

Casey was apprehensive but she did. Ethan lied down beside her.

“Do you know what I will regret the most Casey?”

“No, no, we are not talking regrets Ethan…”

“No Casey, I need to say this.” He takes a deep breath.

“When I was down in Brazil, I came to the realization that I fell for you and that I wanted to try and find ways of having a relationship. I know what happened did occur and my reactions the next day put a halt on that discussion. But Casey, those feelings have not gone away. I want to be with you.”

Casey is shook. She could not deny that she had those feelings too but Ethan confessing…a part of her did wonder if it was because of the possibility she may not make it.

“And if I had decided to tell you about the pregnancy Ethan?”

“If you had told me, we would have discussed our options, if termination is what we wanted then we would have terminated. I was never angry at you being pregnant, I know that period of time between the hearing and me leaving we were not as careful…”

“Ethan it was fair to say from before the hearing onwards…”

“True, but it was the not being told that hurt me, I get and did at time understand the reasoning..”

“But it did hurt, it took me a while to decide what to do, and I just could not take the chance of it being via voicemail or text.”

“I had a chat with Sienna today and she did tell me.”

“I love you Rookie, now let’s rest so you can pull through.

“I love you too and I wish I could kiss you right now.”

“I know how you feel” said Ethan as he hugs her close.

Unbeknownst to Ethan and Casey, their exchange had a witness. It was witnessed by Dr Carrick. He had decided to go for a walk to give his brain a break and what he saw was definitely shades of an Ethan Ramsey he had never seen and in that moment he became more determined to find a cure. He headed back to the lab and got stuck in.

“He is with her isn’t he?” Whispered June.

“Yes, yes he is and Valentine is not dying on my watch, so get to work June.”

June did as she was told. With Tobias this determined she knew that he was right and she did wonder if her actions and obsession had blinded her and caused her to miss the red flags. So she got stuck in too. Eventually they found a serum that would latch onto the toxin and remove it. There was no time for wide scale testing. It needed to be administered. If this worked though the research potential was huge. It was decided Raf would get the first dose. He was still in a coma but was holding steady. It was administered. Next stop was the room with Casey in Ethan.

When Baz came in with the serum he had to make sure he was not dreaming it. He woke up Casey and told her there was a cure, Ethan administered it and then let her rest.

Ethan made his way back to the labs, he thanked the teams for the work that they had done.

“I am sure you would have done the same if the situation was reversed” said Tobias, “but it was gratifying coming across and I am glad that we found something.”

“Me too, Tobias, me too.”

“Well I am exhausted, keep us posted with how everyone does?”

“Yes, of course. Thanks again Tobias.”

“Anytime Ethan.”

As he left, Ethan thought on the actions of Tobias, he knew there was good beneath the bravado and he did wonder if it was time to put out the olive branch of reconciliation. Meanwhile Tobias was relieved that a cure was found. He knew that Ethan would inform of how the serum worked but he too hoped that they could reconcile their differences and be friends again.

A few hours later the toxin was gone from Casey’s system and the containment tent was dismantled. Ethan walked into her room with no suit and hugged her and kissed the top of her head. He had tears in his eyes and he whispered

“You made it rookie, and I love you.”

Casey was clearly emotional and she hugged tight into him. “I love you too, she whispered.”

From there she was transferred to another room. She was glad to have made it but despite the events she was full of hope, a hope that her and Ethan would be able to work through everything and be together in the open.

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Authors note: hands up if this is what we wanted from Canon??? Well that was the attack with some clear conversational changes because you know, AU but it was still painful to write. Last of the high angst but still some emotion charged moments to come in this series but can we smell the happy ending????

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[brother-genitivi]

Yellow!!! 💛💛💛

SIENNA ILY

[hvbris]

@siennabook​ liked this post for a young Hannibal starter

Hannibal looked at the student next to him, a quick glance, and then back to the patient. He spoke the usual pleasantries, told with a warm, slow voice, and after some final comforting words, walked away from the room, followed by the girl. 

His excellent memory had never failed him before, and he was certain it hadn’t failed him now. He knew her. Not from the hospital, though he had crossed her path briefly before. No, he had seen her last Saturday as well, at a charity dinner.

“Sienna Brook, if I’m not mistaken?” he asked with the smile of a gentleman, a perfectly crafted mask to hide the beast underneath.

He remembered thinking she seemed a bit dull. She was pretty enough, though she dressed in a fashion he found too childish. As she was walking next to him, he could smell her face cream-something feminine, roses and strawberries. She smelled like sickness, too. He could also notice that despite attempting to look natural, she wore too much foundation. It looked cheap. In more ways than one, she was like a little doll. Pretty dresses, smelling like fruit, and not very sharp. 

Her boyfriend was more memorable, though he hadn’t decided yet if the man was a genius, or an absolute fool.

“We briefly crossed path last Saturday,” he commented, “at the Baltimore Opera Charity Dinner.”

[nelkenbabe]

Amaryll and Thom for the OC ask? 👀

periodically obsessed with that ship. peak yearning ever since i started on amaryll as a companion, and just knew her and thom would be endgame if neither was romanced by the inquisitor

never gonna give you up/10 my loves, top 3 ships with amaryll

“Where did you learn how to braid, Thom?” she asked in an attempt to distract herself. The man behind her didn’t reply immediately. He simply braided, worked the strands of her hair to his will. “My sister.” Amaryll slightly turned her head at his solemn tone. “She had long hair, too. I’m a bit out of practice, I’m afraid. It’s been… forty years now, I think.” “I’m sorry. You still miss her.” “More often than not.” Amaryll had no response to that. Her whole family she had been separated from for years, and it almost felt like they had left her life for good.  But to actually witness her siblings' deaths. To know she'd never talk to Lathan or Ashari again... Disregarding his braiding hands, Amaryll leaned back onto Rainier in lieu of a hug. “There is no need-,” he began to say, but he interrupted himself when she rested her damp head against his chest. A reluctant grumble vibrated in his chest, made her smile. “I like it when you do that.” “What? This?” Amaryll chuckled at the playful repeat of his grumbling.“Yeah. It’s soft. Warm. Safe.” She heard him, felt him take a deep breath. There hung a delicate moment’s hesitation in the air - and then Thom rested his chin on her head, his right hand still holding the mostly completed braid. They stayed like this, for a little while. Just them in the tall hours of the day, alone with their understanding of each other.