#juliette trying to keep the house from falling apart

[vanillatwistgirl]

Aaron & Juliette – Overdramatic Couple Energy

Juliette: Aaron, we need to talk.

Aaron: Juliette, my love, my heart, my soul, my reason for breathing—

Juliette: …Why is there a hole in the wall?

Aaron: Ah. That.

Juliette: Yes. That.

Aaron: Well, you see, love of my life, darling star in my dark sky, I—

Juliette: Aaron.

Aaron: Kenji was being insufferable.

Juliette: So you punched a wall??

Aaron: No. I was aiming for Kenji’s face. He moved. The wall did not.

Juliette: I can’t believe this.

Aaron: I will fix it, my love.

Juliette: How?

Aaron: …By making Kenji pay for it.

Kenji (from another room): WHAT THE HELL DID I DO??

[fisheremsims]

7.02 - The Start of Something Extraordinary

Fall Friday:

In Del Sol Valley, frustration brewed for Oliver. Small acting roles and countless auditions had begun to wear on his confidence. He leaned back in his tiny house, scripts scattered around him, and picked up his notebook.

“If no one’s going to give me a story worth telling,” he muttered, “I’ll write it myself.”

Hours turned into days as Oliver poured his soul into a script about a struggling actor chasing his dreams. The story felt raw, real, and personal. With trepidation, he submitted it to a small indie film director he admired.

A week later, his phone buzzed. “Oliver Sullivan? This is Heather Mullins. I just read your script, and it’s brilliant. Would you be interested in auditioning for the lead?”

Oliver’s breath hitched. “Absolutely!”

Meanwhile, in San Myshuno, Sawyer’s quiet dedication to music blossomed. The underground jazz club had become his sanctuary, a place where his piano and violin solos spoke louder than words.

His sets were haunting and deeply emotional, blending classical precision with jazz improvisation. The regulars loved him, and newcomers often sat in stunned silence, captivated by the quiet, unassuming musician who bared his soul through every note.

After one particularly moving performance, the club owner approached him. “Sawyer, you’ve got something special. How about a weekend residency?”

Sawyer nodded, his usual shyness giving way to quiet pride. “I’d like that.”

That evening, Charlotte stood in the wings of Orchid A Go Go, clutching her notebook like a lifeline. The spotlight illuminated the stage, where another aspiring comedian was wrapping up their set with a half-hearted punchline. The polite laughter from the audience did little to calm her nerves.

“This is it,” she whispered to herself. “First open mic. No big deal. Just… everyone staring at you, waiting for you to be funny.”

Juliette, seated at a table near the front, gave her an encouraging thumbs-up. “You’ve got this!” she mouthed, her supportive presence a small comfort.

When the emcee called her name, Charlotte took a deep breath and strode onto the stage with all the confidence she could muster. The microphone felt heavier than she expected, and the bright lights blinded her for a moment.

“Uh, hi,” she began, her voice cracking slightly. “I’m Charlotte Sullivan, and I just moved to the city… so if I bomb tonight, it’s probably because my GPS sent me here instead of therapy.”

A smattering of polite chuckles rippled through the room, enough to boost her spirits. She launched into her routine, but her jokes felt stiff, her timing a little off. She noticed Juliette’s encouraging smile wavering slightly.

“Okay, so here’s a fun fact about moving to San Myshuno,” Charlotte said, abandoning her rehearsed material. “Did you know there’s an actual art to balancing six boxes of junk while unlocking a door that hates you?”

A louder laugh broke through the crowd. Charlotte grinned, leaning into the story.

“Picture this: me, standing in my hallway, trying to kick the door open while my upstairs neighbor—who apparently has bionic hearing—shouts, ‘Keep it down!’ I’m like, ‘Sir, if you want quiet, come help me or buy me better furniture!’”

This time, the laughter was genuine, the kind that rippled through the audience and echoed in her chest. Emboldened, Charlotte kept going, riffing on her moving-day disasters, her chaotic apartment setup, and her ongoing war with IKEA furniture.

“And don’t even get me started on the bed frame. I think I’m legally married to it now because we’ve spent more intimate time together than I have with any human.”

By the time she wrapped up, the room was warm with laughter and applause. She stepped off the stage, her cheeks flushed with exhilaration. Juliette met her at the edge of the room, clapping enthusiastically. “You killed it! The moving-day stuff was gold.”

Charlotte grinned, finally letting herself relax. “I think they liked me. Or at least, they liked watching me suffer.”

“They liked you,” Juliette corrected. “And you’re only going to get better.”

As the night wore on and other performers took the stage, Charlotte allowed herself to bask in the glow of her first success. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a start—and for Charlotte Sullivan, that was more than enough.

“Watch out, San Myshuno,” she murmured to herself as she sipped her celebratory soda. “The queen of comedy is just getting started.”

Fall Saturday:

The San Myshuno Music Festival pulsed with life, despite the cool autumn air that carried the scent of street food and the distant hum of music. Festivalgoers, bundled in light scarves and jackets, weaved between glowing booths and indie pop-up stages, their breath visible in the crisp evening air. Charlotte clutched a warm chai latte, the steam curling into the night as she strolled through the festival grounds, soaking in the creative energy buzzing around her.

Then, she heard it. A rich, soulful voice intertwined with the strum of an acoustic guitar, melancholic yet warm. The sound pulled her toward a small stage, where string lights flickered above a lone musician. His tousled red hair fell over his face as he played, his voice carrying honest, heartfelt lyrics to a small but captivated audience. The way his fingers moved over the guitar, the ease in his presence, stopped Charlotte in her tracks.

She didn’t even realize she’d been standing there, staring, until the set ended. As the applause faded, she pushed through the small crowd, stepping closer as he packed up his guitar.

“Hey!” she called out, her breath fogging slightly in the cold air. “I just wanted to say… that was incredible.”

The musician looked up, his green eyes bright and curious.

“Thanks,” he said with an easy smile, slinging his guitar over his shoulder. “I’m Elliot.”

Charlotte grinned, shifting her coffee to her other hand. “Charlotte. I’m a comedian, but after hearing you, I’m questioning all my life choices.”

Elliot chuckled, eyes twinkling. “Well, that depends. Are you actually funny?”

Charlotte feigned offense. “Excuse you. I make people laugh for a living.”

They fell into easy conversation, trading stories about bad gigs, great performances, and the ridiculous things that inspired them. She liked his calm energy, the way he spoke with an effortless confidence. And he seemed genuinely charmed by her quick wit. As the festival wound down, Elliot handed her his phone.

“Let me get your number,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “Maybe we can check out an open mic sometime—music and comedy are a solid duo.”

Charlotte smirked, taking his phone and typing in her number.

“You might regret that when you see my act.”

Elliot grinned. “Doubt it.”

She wasn’t sure what to expect from this night, but as she slipped her phone back into her coat pocket and took another sip of her chai, she had a feeling she’d be seeing him again.

Across the city, on the quiet, ivy-covered campus of Britechester University, Juliette sat in the dim glow of the library, staring down at the freshly printed pages of the Britechester Literary Magazine.

Her name stood bold at the top of the second page.

Echoes of the Library – Juliette Sullivan

Her heart fluttered as she traced her fingers over the words, the surreal feeling of seeing her own story in print sinking in. Accompanying her story was a delicate, hand-drawn illustration of a mysterious figure in an ancient library, surrounded by towering shelves of forgotten knowledge.

For so long, she had written in solitude, her words only seen by professors and classmates. But now, her story was out there. Then, her phone buzzed with a message from her professor. “Congratulations, Juliette! Your story is a masterpiece. I’m so proud of you.”

She exhaled, a soft smile tugging at her lips. Across the library, a fellow student flipped through the magazine, pausing on her story. Juliette watched them linger on the first paragraph, then keep reading. She had always loved writing because it let her disappear into a world of her own making. But now her words were living outside of her.

And for the first time, she felt like an author.

Winter Sunday:

Charlotte had officially reached Level 3 in her barista career, which sounded like an accomplishment—except it wasn’t.

She had survived the early morning rushes, the confusing drink orders, and the soul-crushing experience of customer service. She could now:

✔ Steam milk without making a bubbly disaster (most of the time).

✔ Spell at least 50% of customer names correctly (Charlotte was proud of that one).

✔ Fake enthusiasm just enough to avoid getting written up.

But she hated every second of it. This morning had been her worst shift yet.

The line had been out the door, customers tapping their credit cards impatiently against the counter. One woman demanded a refund because Charlotte had handed her the drink and said, “Enjoy your emotional support coffee.” (Apparently, that was offensive?)

Then there was the businessman who snapped his fingers at her, asking “How hard is it to make a cappuccino?” as if he were some kind of foam expert.

And, of course, Becca, her long-suffering manager, pulled her aside again.

“Charlotte, please tell me you didn’t just announce over the loudspeaker that ‘If you don’t tip, may your coffee be lukewarm forever.’”

Charlotte shrugged, wiping espresso off her apron. “I feel like that’s a fair curse.”

Becca rubbed her temples. “Charlotte. I need you to at least pretend to take this job seriously.”

Charlotte sighed dramatically. The thing was—she knew she was good at being funny. She knew she could own a stage and make people laugh. She didn’t dream of spending her mornings arguing about the difference between almond and oat milk. And yet… she didn’t quit.

Maybe because she needed the paycheck. Maybe because, deep down, she was afraid to actually take the leap into comedy full-time. So instead of storming out in a blaze of chaotic glory, she nodded, gritted her teeth, and clocked out when her shift was over.

Back at her disaster of an apartment, Charlotte paced, rejecting outfit after outfit.

She wasn’t sure why she cared so much—it was just a casual night out with Elliot, after all. But somehow, looking effortless while also looking like she wasn’t trying too hard was impossible.

Finally, she settled on a vintage denim jacket over a short white dress, her hair falling in loose waves that felt just the right amount of undone.

Satisfied—well, mostly—she grabbed her phone and typed out a message.

Charlotte: Ready to be impressed?

Her phone buzzed almost instantly with a reply.

Elliot: You bet. Meet me at Hogan's Burger Bar in 30 minutes.

(To be continued in 7.03…)

7.01 - Beginnings in Chaos

7.03 - A Tropical Engagement

[miracleonice87]

Say You Won’t Let Go

a Sidney Crosby wedding series

Part 1

a/n: here’s part 1 of ??? ! It won’t be a long series, maybe 2 or 3 parts, but I just want to keep the door open for more!

summary: a Pittsburgh royal wedding. Juliette Lemieux (100% made up) is the niece of Pittsburgh legend Mario Lemieux, who is practically a father to her. She falls in love with Sidney Crosby after meeting him as a college student while living in Pittsburgh. this series tells the story of their fairytale wedding weekend.

warnings: brief mention of deceased family member. otherwise, so damn fluffy it’s practically cotton candy.

_____

I burst through the door of my uncle’s palatial home to find him standing in the grand entryway waiting for me, my aunt and four cousins not far behind him.

“Bonjour!” I greeted them, scurrying toward my uncle’s open arms. He pulled me into his six-foot-four frame, a whole foot taller than my own, for a warm hug with a wide smile on his face, one that looked so much like my late father’s. A sharp pang went through my heart at the thought, causing me to hold onto him tighter.

“Juliette! Bonjour, princesse,” Mario said warmly, kissing the top of my head. “Tu es si belle!” (You look so beautiful!) he exclaimed, pulling back and holding my smaller hands in his large ones. I beamed.

“Merci, oncle,” (Thank you, uncle) I thanked him, dropping my head a bit bashfully as he took in the sight of me, dressed in a classic white sheath dress and strappy nude heeled sandals. I could see the tears forming in the corners of his eyes as he stared at me. I knew just what he was thinking.

“Don’t start crying already, or I’ll be crying for the next 48 hours!” I warned, a laugh escaping me despite my and my uncle’s evident shared sadness over my father’s absence from this special moment.

“I’ll try my best,” Mario promised. All I could do was nod and squeeze his hands.

My aunt Nathalie enveloped me next, kissing my cheeks before audibly admiring my new diamond choker. I reached up to touch it and felt a blush creep onto my face at almost the same moment I felt a warm hand come from behind me and rest on my hip. I glanced in the familiar figure’s direction.

Sidney leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to my temple. I placed my palm flat against his stomach and gave him a bright grin.

“Thank you,” I said to Nathalie. “Sidney gave it to me before we left the house, as a wedding present,” I added softly, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. As a rule, I never bragged to anyone about the extravagant gifts that my fiancé often lavished upon me, but I certainly didn’t mind giving Sidney full credit in front of only my aunt, who knew us both so well.

Nathalie’s eyes widened slightly and she gave Sidney’s upper arm a squeeze. “Well done, my boy! It’s so beautiful,” she praised. He kissed her cheek and said, “I have you to thank — every time I shop for jewelry, I hear your voice in my head.” Nathalie laughed. “You’ve always heeded my advice! Not that you needed much of it. You have wonderful taste — in jewelry and women,” she teased, giving us a wink.

Sidney and I both chuckled and then greeted my cousins excitedly — Lauren, Stephanie, Austin, and Alexa, with whom we were both incredibly close, with Sidney having lived with them for several years at the beginning of his career. We had that arrangement and Mario’s longtime mentorship of Sidney to thank for the two of us ever meeting in the first place.

Growing up, I had typically visited with Mario’s family three or four times each year, whether in Pittsburgh or in his and my shared hometown, just outside Montreal. My father, Mario’s oldest brother, had passed away suddenly from a massive heart attack at 45, when I was only 12, shattering my world during a crucial time in my adolescence. While my mother did her best to financially provide for me, an only child, she had always been emotionally unavailable to me — even when I was very young. I was always a daddy’s girl, making the loss of him that much more jarring. My mother shut down completely after my father’s death, and my aunt and uncle took notice immediately, worried for my well-being. They became my unofficial guardians and quasi-parents.

In the years that followed, I started to spend even more time in Pittsburgh with Mario, Nathalie, and my cousins, with my uncle quickly stepping in to fill the role of a father figure for me in place of his older brother. I was sandwiched between their two oldest, Lauren and Stephanie, age-wise, almost exactly. For many years, but particularly after my father’s death, I had lived with them for several months out of the year, around my school schedule.

Mario and Nathalie included me in every family vacation, holiday celebration, and birthday party possible, even purchasing my first car and paying for my private school and then college education. At 18, I decided to move to Pittsburgh officially to attend Duquesne University, just a block from the Penguins arena, as a marketing major, allowing me to spend much of my free time with my family at Mario’s house, where, at the tender age of 18, I met Sidney.

I owed nearly every good thing in my life to Mario and Nathalie, including intimately encouraging me to pursue a relationship with Sidney, after some initial reservations about our age difference, which quickly faded as they saw Sidney and I grow closer together. They had truly done it all for me, and now, they were throwing me a rehearsal dinner in their sprawling backyard in just a couple of hours, along with a wedding reception to follow tomorrow’s church ceremony.

As Mario walked out the back door to speak to some of the rental company employees finalizing the set-up of our beautiful tent and chairs for tonight’s dinner and tomorrow’s reception, and Nathalie and my cousins scattered to grab their belongings, Sidney pulled me to his body, his hand on my lower back. He simply stared at me with a satisfied look on his face, causing my pulse to quicken as I looped my arms around his neck.

“What are you thinking about, mon amour?” (my love) I inquired. Sidney shook his head slightly.

“Everything. How beautiful you look right now. How beautiful you’ll look tomorrow. How beautiful you’ll look when you’re carrying my baby,” he told me, placing soft kisses to my face between each thought. “How beautiful you’ll look with our little ones in your arms. How beautiful you’ll look when you’re 90.” I smoothed my fingers over the neat hair at the nape of his neck, a wide smile across my features.

“When I’m 90, you’ll be 97,” I offered, feeling as though I might burst into tears unless I broke up the moment with some levity. Sidney laughed loudly and then groaned. “Don’t remind me, please,” he begged. I leaned up to kiss his plump lips. “Okay, I won’t,” I whispered against his mouth, causing a soft moan to escape him.

Just as I pulled away from him, my maid of honor, ever the Type A event coordinator, called to us from across the spacious room.

“Come on, lovebirds,” Lauren teased, smiling. We both looked to her, still wrapped up in each others’ arms, and saw her tap the face of her gold watch. “We’ve gotta be at the chapel in 30 minutes and it’ll take every bit of that to make it,” she added.

“Leave them alone!” Alexa piped up, giggling as she adjusted her heels. “They were having a moment.” Her older brother rolled his eyes, grabbing his sunglasses from the coffee table in front of him.

“Have you met them?” Austin joked. “They’re always having a moment.” Nathalie appeared from the hallway, fastening the back of her earring, and mused, “And that’s why they’ll be married for the next hundred years.” She winked in our direction.

Sidney looked down at me and waggled his eyebrows, making me giggle. I smoothed my fingers over the collar of his crisp new white golf polo, which he had matched with a pair of navy blue slacks and loafers, a signature look of his.

“I suppose they’re right, my blushing bride,” he said. “Let me put my overnight bag in the guest room and we’ll be on our way.” I nodded as he pressed a kiss to my cheekbone and turned to pick up his leather travel bag near the door and took it to the basement, his former living quarters.

With both of us being fairly traditional people, we had agreed to sleep apart the night before the wedding to honor the age-old custom, despite having lived together for almost two years. To combat that complication, Sidney had insisted that I be the one to stay in our house for the night and that he stay at Mario’s, since he, my uncle, Austin, and Sidney’s father and groomsmen were meeting there the following morning anyway for a game of golf at the fabled Oakmont Country Club prior to the ceremony. He wanted me to feel as comfortable as possible as I got ready for our big day.

After a minute or so, Sidney’s hands came to rest on my waist from behind me, and I smirked to myself at how clingy and affectionate he had been these last several weeks as we prepared to begin our lives as husband and wife.

“You ready for this, Jules? There’s still time to run,” Sidney purred softly into my ear, kissing the skin there.

I turned to face him, holding his jaw in one hand. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” I murmured before kissing him long and hard.

[resident-curse-breaker]

Helena Bancroft

My character sheet for my Hogwarts Mystery MC, Nellie Bancroft!

Nellie is absolutely my baby, and I’d love to hear any opinions regarding her, feedback on her, or questions about her! She will be tagged with spoilers, but just in case, be warned that this character sheet contains spoilers for Hogwarts Mystery.

Now that all of that’s out of the way, feel free to give her a read!

(Thanks to @arimabari for doing this wonderful commission!)

IDENTITY

Name: Helena Winifred Bancroft

Nicknames:

Nellie, everyone

Pip, Jacob

Sweet girl, Rowan

Gender: Cis-female

Current Age: 17

Birth Date: March 11th, 1973

Species: Human

Blood Status: Half-blood

Sexuality: Panromantic | Pansexual

Alignment: 

Passes for neutral good 

Truly chaotic good

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Nationality: Irish

Residence: Kinsale, Ireland

THE MAGE

1st Wand:

Purchased prior to first year

10 ½ inches

Pear wood

Unicorn hair core

2nd Wand:

Purchased during fifth year

11 ¼ inches

Alder wood

Phoenix feather core

3rd Wand:

Purchased after graduation

10 ⅔

Beech wood

Unicorn hair core

Animagus: Kooikerhondje dog

Magical Abilities:

Born legilimens

Animal empathy (questionable)

Boggart Form: 

Jacob’s rotting corpse, shambling towards her like a zombie — up to 6th year

Rowan’s lifeless body, laying still — 6th year onward

Riddikulus Form:

None — she cannot bear to face boggarts

Amortentia: 

Smells — sandalwood, fresh laundry, creature food, cologne

Smells Like — cherry shampoo, blackberries, ocean air

Patronus: African bush elephant

Patronus Memory: Jacob trying to teach her spells during one of his school breaks. She would’ve only been five—they’re nine years apart—so it’s a faint memory and she couldn’t do any of them anyway, but it was still happy enough to stick with her.

Mirror of Erised: 

Herself as an adult, having accomplished her dream of opening a hippogriff sanctuary, with Jacob laughing and her mama smiling and her mum loving them both — up to 6th year

Her and Rowan as happy, naive first years, laughing and standing arm in arm — 6th year onward

Favorite Spells:

Patronus Charm — she endures enough anguish without the dementors exacerbating it

Cave Inimicum — it’s a relief, sometimes, to be able to disappear

APPEARANCE

Physique:

5″

Petite

Lithe limbs

Eyes: 

Big

Round

Ocean blue

Hair: 

Thick

Wavy

Sandy blonde

Thigh length — up to her 5th year

Chin length — start of 6th year onward

Skin Tone: Fair and freckled

Body Modifications: None—doesn’t even pierce her ears

Scarring:

Small scar on her right thumb — from when her mum tried to teach her to whittle

Large burn scar over heart — from the Mahoutokoro wizard attack

Long, thin scar on left forearm — from when Rakepick attacked her with a whipping spell, and she lifted her arm to shield herself

Inventory:

About a dozen quills, some of them sugar

A spare pair of Rowan’s glasses

A worn down copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

A small hair brush

A pack of muggle sour candies

Fashion:

Bright and colorful, enjoys floral print and embroidery

Always down for a nice pair of overalls, especially if they’re in some way decorated

Only ever wears a worn out pair of lightweight boots

Never seen without her silver seashell locket

Otherwise, not much of a fan of jewelry

Values comfort over style

Voice: Taylor Louderman

ALLEGIANCES

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Affiliations/Organizations:

Hogwarts

The Circle of Khanna

The Order of the Phoenix

Professions:

Nurse at St. Mungos — early adulthood

Owner of Silver Wings, a hippogriff sanctuary — middle adulthood to death

HOGWARTS INFORMATION

Best Classes:

Care of Magical Creatures

Herbology

Charms

Worst Classes:

Potions

History of Magic

Flying

Electives:

Divination

Care of Magical Creatures

Quidditch:

Chaser — 5th year

Beater — part of 6th year

Reserve Chaser — 7th year

Extra Curricular:

Dueling Club — 2nd year onward

Magical Creatures Club — 3rd year onward

Favorite Professors:

Professor Kettleburn

Professor McGonagall

Least Favorite Professors:

Professor Snape

Professor Trelawney

RELATIONSHIPS

Parents:

Juliette Bancroft — biological mother | A pureblooded Auror and proud member of the Bancroft bloodline, known for producing powerful witches. She blames herself for Jacob’s disappearance, believing that she drove him away by focusing on Nellie, who she viewed as a proper heir to the Bancroft line. Unfortunately, her guilt over driving Jacob away is causing her to neglect Nellie, driving her away as well. She’s always been a little hard on her children. Nellie calls her “mum.”

Carolyn Bancroft — adopted mother | A muggle school teacher who might not understand her magical wife and children, but loves them all anyway. Nellie was always closer to her than to Juliette, and the difference only grew greater after Jacob’s disappearance. While Carolyn also grieved, she did her best to support Nellie through her anguish. She fears that her family’s going to fall apart entirely, because Juliette won’t listen to her and Nellie is growing more distant by the day. Nellie calls her “mama.”

Edwin Dermott — biological father | A muggle journalist who isn’t involved in Nellie’s life. He and Juliette dated, but it was never meant to last. It was the sort of relationship that was exciting, but not sustainable, especially considering Juliette was already a single mother to Jacob at the time. Nellie, much like Jacob, was a complete accident. Edwin at least had the decency to stick around until Nellie was born, but quickly decided fatherhood wasn’t his style and took off.

Siblings:

Jacob Bancroft — half brother | Once Nellie’s hero and very best friend, now a mystery she can’t seem to unravel. He was never a particularly powerful wizard—bright and hard working, yes, but lacking raw magical power—and considering he was the first son in generations of powerful witches, he was especially humiliated by this fact. Nellie’s bursts of accidental magic were more substantial than any spells he cast, and as much as he loved her, god, Jacob was jealous. Initially started hunting the Cursed Vaults for entirely selfish reasons, wanting to become more powerful. As is often the case, his search for power only amounted to getting him in far over his head. He spent his years in the portrait thinking of his family and the anguish he undoubtedly caused them. Upon being freed, he took it upon himself to protect them, no matter the cost, without realizing he may be making the damage worse.

Lucille Whittaker — half sister | Nellie’s muggle father’s other daughter, who she’s never met. In fact, Nellie’s not even aware of her existence, nor is Lucille aware of hers, considering that Edwin isn’t a part of either of their lives. They do end up connecting later in life, and though they never quite feel like sisters, they do become decent friends.

Love Interest:

Skye Parkin — crush | Nellie housed an unrequited crush on her for part of her 5th year, but it quickly became apparent that Skye didn’t return her feelings. To Skye, Nellie was like the sister she never had, and Nellie didn’t want to jeopardize that. She moved on, and any lingering feelings completely withered the following year.

Merula Snyde — ??? | There was some sort of tension between them in 5th year, something that blossomed from their growing mutual respect and trust in each other, but nothing ever came of it. After the events that transpired in the Vault, Merula decided Nellie wasn’t worth the trouble. It’s one of her biggest regrets. 

Barnaby Lee — soulmate | Barnaby crushed on Nellie long before she had any romantic feelings for him—ever since that first duel, in fact. It took a little while, but Nellie eventually fell for Barnaby’s good heart and noble nature. He may not be the brightest bulb in the box, but he never fails to make her feel cared for. He can make her laugh when nobody else can, and although she’d loathe herself if he got hurt for her sake, it honestly feels a little nice to have someone trying to protect and take care of her for once, instead of the other way around. They also both love magical creatures, so a lot of their “dates” just consist of them hanging around the Care for Magical Creatures paddock and feeding whatever they find. They’re married by the time they’re twenty.

Best Friend(s):

Rowan Khanna | Her first friend, and always her dearest.  For whatever reason, they just clicked perfectly, and completely got each other. Her death changed Nellie irreversibly. For at least a year after Rowan’s death, Nellie wore the spare pair of glasses she’d kept for her everywhere. Even once she stopped, they were almost always in her bag. Nellie was eventually able to manage again, but she never really moved on.

Bill Weasley | He completely adopted her as (yet another) younger sibling, and they never quite lose that closeness, even when Jacob comes back into the picture. After all, Jacob can’t replicate the experiences Nellie had with Bill. While he was doing his part to protect Nellie as best he could, and that’s admirable, it wasn’t him that was by Nellie’s side throughout every trial she faced at Hogwarts. It was Bill, and Jacob would never be able to imitate the connection that gave Bill and Nellie.

Erika Rath | An unexpected friend, but a very strong one. During one of Nellie’s training sessions with Erika, Rowan’s glasses fell off, and cracked. The damage was entirely fixable, but Nellie had a breakdown, crying for the first time since Rowan had died. Even though Erika had only just started to become Nellie’s friend, she sat there with Nellie the entire time she sobbed. While the rest of her friends were tiptoeing around Nellie, uncomfortable in the face of such overwhelming grief and scared of saying the wrong thing, Erika took everything Nellie threw at her in stride. The fits where all Nellie could do was scream and cry, the anger that had her beating her fists against the ground, the guilt that made her wish it had been her instead. Every ugly thought, every wave of emotion, Erika stuck with Nellie through them all, keeping her grounded her during a time where she felt she could completely drift away. It’s impossible to describe the sort of bond that gives people.

Friend(s):

Penny Haywood | There’s not much to say about Penny and Nellie’s relationship. It’s simple, sweet, and supportive. They’re absolutely each other’s cheerleaders, and have an incredible amount of faith in each other.

Talbott Winger | Loathe as Talbott is to admit it, Nellie really is his friend. Nellie appreciates that Talbott can enjoy silence, and when she needs to just be around someone, without needing to explain herself, she goes to him. They spend a lot of nights in the Astronomy Tower in their animagus forms, just looking at the stars and being together.

Chiara Lobosco | Honestly, it’s surprising that it took these two as long as it did to become friends. Both of them are kind girls, who enjoy healing magic. They hit it off volunteering together in the Hospital Wing, but the real catalyst of their friendship was Nellie helping Chiara through the Woflsbane incident with Lupin.

Complicated:

Skye Parkin | They were once very good friends. Unfortunately, the drama surrounding Nellie getting trained and befriended by Erika all occurred in the month leading up to Rowan’s demise. Having Skye—someone Nellie considered a close friend—be so caught up in her own grudges and jealousy that she called off their friendship in a fit of anger not even a month after Rowan had died, while Erika—a friend she had only just started to make—acted as her rock throughout the whole grieving process, really changed Nellie’s perspective on Skye. To be fair, Skye did eventually apologize, and they picked up the pieces as best they could, but things were never the same.

Ben Copper | Truly, Nellie had always liked Ben. While his fear over just about everything could be grating, Nellie knew it was outside of his control, and to her, his kind and gentle nature far outweighed his cowardice. Unfortunately, the reveal that Ben was being used by R undoubtedly damaged their relationship, even though Nellie believed him when he claimed to be cursed. Their relationship only grows more strained as Ben’s personality shifts, with Nellie being concerned by his recklessness and frustrated by his overprotectiveness, and Ben annoyed by her refusal to accept how he’d changed.

Merula Snyde | Anyone would tell you that Nellie and Merula got off to a bad start. They were rivals from the start, and no matter how many times Nellie tried to extend an olive branch, sick and tired of fighting and wanting to move on, Merula seemed content to burn them. It wasn’t until they were pulled together as Rakepick’s assistants that their relationship started to change for the better. They respected and trusted each other out of necessity, at first, but slowly began to genuinely enjoy each other’s company. Their jabs softened, and maybe, just maybe, there started to be an inkling of some sort of attraction. But of course, any bond formed due to Rakepick’s interference was set up for failure, and any progress they’d made was completely abandoned in the wake of her betrayal. Now, neither is quite sure where they stand. They can’t just go back to hating each other, but whatever they’d started to develop isn’t going to work either.

Enemies:

Ismelda Murk | Nellie has sympathy for Ismelda, she really does. But sympathy doesn’t excuse how mean spirited Ismelda can be, with her violent threats and condescending sneer. The two have simply never liked each other, and that dislike only deepened when Barnaby’s interest in Nellie became near. As much as Ismelda claimed to be over him, she resented that he chose a perky, obnoxious Hufflepuff over her.

Patricia Rakepick | This should go without saying. Patricia Rakepick is a vile, hateful witch, who doesn’t care who she hurts in pursuit of her goals. Not only was she a direct contributor to Jake’s disappearance, but she murdered Rowan, an innocent, in cold blood. Nellie has never been the violent sort. She’s always been a pacifist, always trying to talk her way out of conflict and, if that doesn’t work, aiming to disarm instead of harm. But for Rakepick, she thinks she could make an exception. She wants to see Rakepick suffer. It scares her more than she wants to admit.

Dormmates: 

Rowan Khanna — best friend

Penny Haywood — good friend

Ursa Greengrove — acquaintance (positive)

Emilie Ravemond — acquaintance (negative)

Pet(s):

Astrid — Lesser Sooty Owl

Klepto — Niffler

Flora — Fairy

Pidgey — Bowtruckle

Gertie — Hippogriff

Closest Canon Friends:

Rowan Khanna

Bill Weasley

Erika Rath

Closest MC Friends:

Jules Farrier

Callista Greenwood

Jane Briar

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits:

Selfless

Nurturing

Hard working

Endlessly loyal

Compassionate

Negative Traits:

Sensitive

Naive — up to 5th year

Paranoid — 6th year onward

Chronic hero syndrome

Anxiety prone

Deepest Secrets:

Worries that Jacob has turned into someone that isn’t worth saving

Resents her mum for putting so much emotional energy into missing Jacob that she’s begun to neglect her, and for pushing her to find Jacob at the cost of her own happiness and safety

Sometimes wishes she had been the one to die

Even more shamefully, sometimes wishes it had been Ben, if it meant that Rowan would’ve survived

Talents:

Almost unnaturally good with animals

Talented writer, enjoys poetry

Good singer, with a pleasant voice

Learned to be a good liar

Weaknesses:

Terrible artist

Poor focus

On the clumsy side, not the best at stealth

Absolutely awful memory

MISCELLANEOUS INFORMATION

Nellie’s favorite physical trait of hers was always her hair. She absolutely treasured it, growing it out long for 15 years and carefully tending to it to make sure it stayed shiny, healthy, and soft. She prided herself on it...until the day she tried to run to Merula’s aid in the Buried Vault, and Patricia Rakepick grabbed her by her long golden braid to stop her. She came back to Hogwarts for her 6th year with all that long, beloved hair cut off into a bob. It was more practical, she said, and refused to answer any questions.

On the subject of her hair, Nellie ends up going grey fairly early. Her hair is entirely white by the time she’s 30 years old.

An incredibly physically affectionate person, Nellie is always touching people, hugging and holding hands and linking arms. Notably, she kissed the top of Rowan’s head every time she said goodbye.

Her and Rowan called each other  “sweet girl” and “smart girl” respectively.

Nellie’s pet name for Barnaby is just to say “Barnaby dear” as though it’s one word, and it never fails to make him giddy.

Both Barnaby and Nellie have always wanted to create large, happy families for themselves, so it should come as no surprise that they end up having five daughters: Ivy (Ravenclaw), Jade (Ravenclaw), Miri (Hufflepuff), Aurora (Slytherin), and Rowan (Hufflepuff). Many were surprised Nellie waited until her last child to use Rowan’s namesake, but the truth was, she never quite felt ready.

As a frequent visitor to the Burrow, Nellie knew all the Weasleys well, and even babysat Ron and Ginny for free on a few occasions.

Bill and Jacob never get along. Though Bill can logically understand that Jacob was trying to protect Nellie the only way he knew, he can never quite forgive Jacob for the distress he caused her. And while Jacob knows that Nellie needed support when he wasn’t there and he should be grateful that someone else was, some part of him resents Bill for “taking his spot” as Nellie’s big brother.

While Nellie focused her attentions on the way her friends had changed, Rakepick’s betrayal changed her as well. She hardly slept her entire 6th year, jumping at every sound and always looking over her shoulder. Her naivety, one of her defining characteristics, withered, leaving only wariness behind. She went from trusting everyone, to trusting no one.

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Can I Steal You for a Second? CH19

Summary: Adrien is forced to participate in a new dating show, but becomes more excited when Ladybug says she’ll participate as her civilian self.

AKA: AU where Adrien doesn’t know Marinette, the superheroes are 22 and Gabriel is mean and ruthless but not Hawkmoth.

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Chapter 19

To say Lila was intolerable when she came back late that night was an understatement. She gushed about how amazing Adrien was and how gentlemanly he was and she even admitted that they got a “little carried away” in their make-out session and “accidentally” made it to second base. Marinette didn’t believe a word of it.

The next morning was a little awkward. Marinette had woken up to see Juliette and Hanna off and then went to eat breakfast. As she was eating, Lila came down the stairs into the kitchen.

“What are you doing here?” she sneered as she grabbed a piece of bread and began to nibble on it. Lila was clearly not expecting cameras this morning because her face was completely clean of make-up, and her brown hair hung limply around her head in an unflattering way.

“I’m not going on the date,” Marinette said, trying to keep any malice out of her voice.

“Why not? Decided to give up trying to fight me for Adrien?”

Marinette rolled her eyes and responded calmly, “No, I plan to fight for him tomorrow on my one-on-one.”

Lila dropped the bread she was holding.

She violently turned towards where Marinette was sitting and braced her hands on the counter in a way that she probably thought was menacing. “Your what?”

Marinette bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from smiling. She had purposefully not told Lila that she had the one-on-one today and it seemed as though no one else thought to mention it as well. Either that, or Lila never asked. The sheer dumbfounded look on Lila’s face made it totally worth it.

“My one-on-one. I think it has something to do with water, based on the date card. Didn’t yours only involve a round of golf?”

Lila was positively fuming. Although she gushed about the nighttime portion of her date, she reluctantly said that she and Adrien had spent the whole day playing golf, which didn’t lead to a lot of touching or kissing and therefore didn’t make a good enough story to gush about.

“Well whatever it is, I’m sure it’s just a pity date. He’ll probably send you home afterwards and the producers will have to come and pick up your bags.” Lila flicked her un-styled hair behind her, as if it made her look more glamorous. “After you’re gone, there will be no one to stop me from winning.”

The phrasing Lila used was infuriating. “Whatever you say,” was all Marinette could mumble before she ran upstairs to hang out in her room.

She didn’t run into Lila again for the rest of the day, even when she ventured downstairs to play video games by herself. The house felt completely empty and it made her skin crawl. Once everyone came home, Lucie in possession of the group date rose, Marinette allowed about half of the girls to drag Marinette to her room to help her pick out outfits for the next day. Once the perfect dress, swimsuit (one of the producers had let slip to Marinette that she would need to pack one) and daytime outfit was picked, everyone except Hanna and Juliette rushed off to bed, chatting excitedly.

“Are you nervous?” Juliette asked as she gathered up Marinette’s shoes. The two girls were helping her pack their bags, a tradition they had started the night before Hanna’s one-on-one all those weeks ago. It helped make the possibility of going home seem smaller with them there to help her pack.

“Not really. I’m honestly just so excited to have him all to myself.” Both girls nodded in agreement, a look of understanding on their faces that felt like a punch to the stomach. Sometimes it was so easy to forget that they were all dating the same guy. And other times, it was hard to ignore that they were all fighting for the same prize. 

Marinette barely slept that night, fretting over all of the possible things that could go wrong or how she was going to trip and embarrass herself in front of Adrien and the cameras. Morning came quicker than she expected and before she knew it, she was being poked awake by Tikki and was numbly dressing into the outfit that had been picked out for her by the girls the night before.

After dragging her suitcase downstairs and leaving it in the main hall, she gave Hanna and Juliette a quick hug before rushing out of the door, an apple for breakfast in hand.

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Marinette was 15 minutes into the drive before she finally got up the nerve to say something.

“Where are we going?” Marinette asked the driver tentatively. She was fully prepared for him not to answer, but she was also aware of the fact that there was no way she was still in Paris.

“You’ve got a special treat today,” the driver answered with a smile. “The producers swung to get you and Adrien out of town for the day.” He gave Marinette a genuine smile, which she returned quickly, before sitting back in her seat. The black SUV with tinted windows was more comfortable than the vans they transported a group of girls in, but it was too quiet for Marinette’s preference. At least she was able to talk with Tikki quietly without any of the girls giving her odd looks.

“Tikki, if I’m leaving Paris...”

“You can’t be there in case an akuma attacks.” Tikki finished, knowing what Marinette was worrying about. 

“What should I do?” 

“Well it’s not good for both you and Adrien to be out of town. I’m not going to ask you to not go on the date, that would be too suspicious. Plagg may not think to do this, but the safest thing would be for me to go to Master Fu’s in case anything happened. If there’s an akuma, we can’t have Ladybug too far away. Too many people could get hurt.”

Marinette nodded, knowing Tikki was right, but the idea of letting Tikki leave her side still hurt. “Do you need the earrings?”

Marinette made to take them off, but Tikki stopped her. “Don’t worry. I can work without them.” Tikki took a risk and flew up to touch Marinette on the cheek. “Have fun, and I want to know everything that happens when you get back, okay?”

Marinette nodded, not risking speaking in case she started to cry. She hadn’t been this far apart from Tikki in almost 7 years, and the thought of her leaving was almost too much. She cupped Tikki to her cheek and watched her as she phased through the window and out of the car. 

For the first time in 7 years, Marinette was utterly and completely alone.

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Marinette jerked awake when the car came to a stop. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but the last 20 minutes of the drive was quiet and the slow hum of the car lulled her to the sleep she couldn’t find last night.

When she looked out the window, she noticed that she was no longer in Paris. She passed a sign that said, “Jablines” but wasn’t sure where that was. There weren’t many buildings around and the road wasn’t as crowded as it normally was in Paris. Marinette had a feeling this was considered a small town and, from what she could see from the window, thought the place had some charm to it.

She still didn’t understand the purpose of this trip until the car stopped in front of what could only be described as a beach. Marinette climbed out of the car and felt her jaw drop. It was perfect. It was sunny, the sand looked inviting, and the water was the perfect shade of blue, not too clear but not as mucky as the Seine.

Marinette waited for instructions, but none came. As she squinted a little closer, she noticed that there was only one person on the beach, and she had a feeling that it was going to be a certain someone with messy blond hair and heart-stopping green eyes.

Marinette realized she was running only once her feet hit the sand and she had trouble keeping her balance. She had never truly been on a beach before, neither of her parents preferring it nor wanting to leave the bakery to go to one, and Marinette was overwhelmed by the feeling of sand between her toes and the call of the water coming constantly closer to the edge.

Once her eyes locked on the figure ahead, she forgot about the beauty of the beach. This was why she was here, this is what made dealing with Lila and putting up with all of the drama worth it. Adrien lit up when he made eye contact with her and she felt the smile she was wearing grow bigger. She ran towards him and launched herself into his arms, knowing without a doubt that he would catch her. As soon as they touched, they were kissing and Marinette was content at letting this moment last forever.

“Hi” Adrien said once they broke apart, his smile shining brighter than the sun. “I’m so excited to see you today.”

Marinette felt at home in Adrien’s arms. The way he casually held her right now just content looking at her made her melt and she was worried she would turn into a puddle and flow right into the ocean. When she was standing with her Chaton, even though he didn’t know it was her, it made her realize that she would never be alone, even if Tikki wasn’t there.

“I’m so happy to see you Adrien.” She said, her smile growing just a little bigger. He picked her up slightly, and she wrapped her legs around his hips to steady herself as his lips found hers once again. Barely a minute into their date and they already were having trouble staying focused. They were allowed to kiss for about a minute more before a producer cleared his throat and gave Adrien a pointed look.

“Anyway,” he started, a slight blush covering his cheeks. Marinette could feel hers burn as well and knew that they both must look ridiculous. “you’re probably wondering why I brought you all the way out here.” Marinette nodded, not wanting to break up his speech. “Well, I never get to go to the beach just for fun, there’s always some sort of photoshoot happening, and since you always offer to make my life a little more normal every time you’re around, I felt as though it would be appropriate to have a casual day at the beach with you.”

Marinette’s hand automatically covered her heart as she felt her heartbeat quicken. He was perfect. Absolutely perfect. He wanted to experience this with her, and make this the memory he thought of when he remembered his one casual day at the beach. Marinette felt herself blush once again as she spoke up, trying to be heard over the waves, “You know, I’ve never actually been to a beach before.” Adrien’s eyes widened in shock and Marinette felt as though she had to explain. “My parents don’t like to leave the bakery for too long, and so we’ve just never taken a trip. I don’t get out of Paris much...” she trailed off, her thoughts going to Tikki. A sudden sliver of fear ran through her heart. What if there was an akuma right now and both Ladybug and Chat Noir are having a casual day at the beach making out. She physically shook her head, trying to clear away the negative. Tikki’s got this covered and there is no reason to worry.

When Marinette snapped back to her senses, and the beautiful boy standing in front of her, she realized that he seemed to be beaming even more now than before.

“Well then, Marinette, let me help you become an expert beach-goer.”

And he did just that.

After a brief amount of time where Marinette was allowed to change into her swimsuit underneath her clothes, the duo did everything imaginable at the beach. It turns out that the crew rented out the whole beach for the day, so it was only going to be the two of them. They built sand castles and Marinette laughed as Adrien’s was swept away by the ocean before he finished, but Marinette’s remained untouched. They buried a producer in the sand and even were able to find some kites and fly those around. Eventually, Marinette worked up the nerve to push Adrien into the water. Everything changed after that. 

Their clothes were shed and only their swimsuits remained. They were running and splashing each other and Marinette was worried she wouldn’t have enough air in her lungs to breath with all the laughing she was doing.

Eventually they were pulled out of the water, dried off, and mic’d, and forced to sit down and chat about their relationship while eating, and yet trying not to eat a beachside picnic.

“Marinette, this has been the most fun I’ve had on a date so far,” Adrien said, gazing at Marinette in a way that made her blush. That was a pretty high compliment from someone who has been speed dating 30 girls in the past 5 weeks. 

“It has been really fun. But I think my favorite was kicking your butt at Ultimate Mecha Strike.” Adrien burst out laughing and Marinette couldn’t help but join.

“That was a lot of fun, but I still think I could beat you in a different setting.” Marinette snorted, and Adrien had the gall to look offended. “What? You don’t think I could take you on?”

“I think you could try really really hard,” Adrien was laughing again and slightly tackled Marinette, who was laughing again too. She was suddenly aware of the way it felt to have Adrien on top of her, the way his skin, not covered in a leather suit, felt touching hers, also not covered in leather. The way that he didn’t seem to bear any weight on her. Up close, his eyes were even prettier. Marinette knew that if she had the time, she could stare into those eyes and never get bored. And those eyes seemed to be staring back at her. He gently leaned down farther, until their lips were almost touching. They were sharing the breath, and Marinette could feel his lips on hers.

“You know I really really like you,” Adrien whispered. Marinette didn’t answer, as her body was screaming to kiss him again. “Marinette, I want to take you to the end. I really think you could be it for me.” Marinette’s breath caught and she looked deeper into those eyes searching for the hesitation he must have, not knowing that she was Ladybug.

“I think you could be it for me too, Adrien.” Marinette whispered back. Instead of responding, he closed the small gap between them and kissed her once more. This one got a little steamier, especially with them lying down on the beach, which had always seemed so romantic. The thing that broke the moment was a pain in her back as the pair shifted slightly, jamming Marinette’s mic pack into her spine. 

She broke them apart and smiled at him. They sat up remembering that there were not only people watching, but recording their every move and word. Adrien seemed to understand Marinette’s sudden discomfort and asked one of the producers to take their mics off so they could get back into the water.

They traveled far enough into the water that it went up to about Marinette’s waist, Adrien’s upper thighs. They could stand, but it was too far for the cameras to pick up any sound unless they shouted. It was as much privacy as they would get.

“Marinette, I have to tell you something,” Adrien said, pulling her close and turning her so that the cameras couldn’t see either of them very well. They were just far enough in the water that the waves didn’t jostle the couple too much, so it wasn’t difficult to stand in one place and fully focus on Adrien.

“Marinette, I—I—I love you.” She was almost too shocked to say anything back.

“You do?” was all she could say. He didn’t know that she was Ladybug, didn’t know that she knew exactly who he was. And yet.

“Yes, of course I love you. You are the only one that has even come close to capturing my heart on this whole journey and I knew that I needed to tell you today, in a way that not everyone could hear just yet. This was something I wanted to do privately first. 

Marinette was so stunned, she got knocked over by a wave.

In hindsight, she should have seen it coming. She was freaking Ladybug for goodness sakes and she could have held her ground or at least her balance. Instead, she was so busy staring at Adrien. This boy, who just confessed that he loved her, even though he only knew half of her. Even though he also wanted to pursue whoever Ladybug is. This boy, who unknowingly had the opportunity to get to know both sides of her and still choose Marinette over Ladybug. She was so overwhelmed with love and emotion that, yes, she got knocked over by a wave.

Adrien’s reflexes were quick though and he grabbed her and held her steady, waving off the crew that was rushing to come save her. After coughing a little bit, she stood up straight and faced the man she loved, and who loved her in return, with a hesitant smile.

 He matched her smile with one of his signature Chat Noir ones, and Marinette knew that a pun was coming. “Water you doing getting caught in that wave? Weren’t you paying atten-sea-on?” Adrien looked so proud of himself for those two lines, but Marinette, still slightly caught off guard by the love announcement and the wave-attack and therefore not thinking straight, groaned and rolled her eyes.

Adrien physically took a step back, letting his hands drop to his side. He looked hurt, and yet... pensive. “You don’t like my puns?”

Marinette just looked sheepishly at the ground.

Marinette watched as the gears seemed to turn in his head. She could only imagine what he was thinking, but after a minute, his face turned all serious and he looked her right in the eye as he asked her, more like told her, “You’re Ladybug, aren’t you?”

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Eli Kohen → Ben McKenzie → Human

→ Basic Information

Age: 38

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Birthday: August 12st

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Religion: Athesit

→ His Personality

(one to two paragraphs)

→ His Personal Facts

Occupation: Police Officer

Scars: Multiple

Tattoos: None

Two Likes: Gourmet Bagels and Sunrises

Two Dislikes: Criminals and Gingers

Two Fears: Vigilantes and Zombie Apocalypse

Two Hobbies: Taking on cold cases and Overtime

Three Positive Traits: Diligent, Courageous, Honest

Three Negative Traits: Control Freak, Jealous, Extreme

→ His Connections

Parent Names:

Nancy Lewis (Mother): Nancy did the best she could raising him as a single mother. She did an amazing job and Eli has taken to giving her whatever she wants as a form of paying her back and saying thank you, mama.  

Elijah Kohen (Father): Elijah wasn’t in his life and Eli hasn’t seen him since childhood. Eli did receive a drunken phone call from Elijah for his 18 birthday but he tries to push the embarrassing conversation out of his mind.

Marlon Lewis (Step-Father): Marlon came into Eli and Nancy’s life when Eli was in middle school. Eli absolutely hated him and they fought constantly. It wasn’t until Eli was in college and contemplating attending the police academy, did they really bond. Eli regretted the years he wasted fighting with the man.

Sibling Names:

Annabelle Lewis (Step-Sister): Annabelle came along with Marlon. They are the same age with birthdays only a few weeks apart. They bumped heads a lot at first but Eli became over protective of her once they hit high school together.

Elias Kohen (Half Brother): Elias is a few years younger then Eli. When they were younger they were forced to attend each other’s birthday parties. Now in their 30s, Elias only reaches out to him whenever he is in a jam or needs bail.

Children Names:

Chloë Ava Willott-Kohen (Daughter): Chloë is 3 years old. Chloë is Eli’s angel and had saved Juliette and his relationship. She is a perfect mixture of them both but she takes after Eli’s personality. She has Eli wrapped around her finger.

Wyatt Stone Willott-Kohen (Son): Wyatt is 18 months old. Wyatt has recently taken to shifting, chasing after Eli and falling to the ground laughing whenever Eli gets up on a chair, ending their fun. Eli freaked out the first few times but now it’s the most exciting part of his day. He’s wondering what it would be like to shift with his son. Eli is contemplating taking the bite more than ever now.

Romantic Connections:

Juliette Willott (Girlfriend): Eli started dating Juliette about 4 years ago after they met at Anonymous. Eli was intrigued by Juliette and enjoyed every second they spent together. When Juliette announced she was pregnant, Eli had begun to suspect something wasn’t right in paradise. He refused to rush their new relationship or consider marrying Juliette just because she was pregnant. He offered for Juliette to move in with him and to continue dating with the intentions of eventually getting married. Eli’s trust in Juliette was tested when Russel told him about Juliette and their friends being hyenas; along with his future children. Their relationship was even rockier after Chloë’s birth, but their daughter did bring them closer together and Eli adored what a great mother Juliette was. Trying again, Eli and Juliette started actively dating again and getting serious, when Juliette announced she was pregnant again. Eli is madly and deeply in love with Juliette, he wants to marry her, but he is unsure about becoming an animal shifter. Eli has hidden the fact that he knows about the Hyenas from Juliette to give himself time to process what that means for them and their children. She recently caught him holding Wyatt in his hyena form. She hasn’t said a word to him, and he’s wondering if he made the moment up. If Juliette doesn’t bring it up soon, he will.

Platonic Connections:

Russel Jordan (Best Friend): Russel is the local fire chief and one of Eli’s only true friends. Russel was the one who confessed that they were hyena animal shifters when Juliette confessed she was pregnant. Russel has been giving him all of the information he needs about hyenas but Eli still feels like Russel is keeping something from him.

Kylo ‘Nada’ Rajui (Good Friend): Nada was the first person Eli met associated with Juliette. Eli felt betrayed when he found out that Juliette and her friends weren’t human and they had planned to forcefully change him. While Russel took mercy on him, Nada watched and kept quiet. It’s taken a lot for Eli to forgive Nada and for their relationship to return to where it once was. .

Silas Moebius (Friend): Silas and Eli become friends before Eli found out about him being a hyena and Juliette’s pregnancy. Silas and Eli worked a few arson cases together and would grab a few drinks after work randomly.

Raja Lankala (Friendly): Eli didn’t realize Nada was in a committed relationship until recently. Eli joined the boys for a MMA fight at Nada house where Eli was introduced to Nada’s long time fiancé Raja. She seems friendly and has invited Eli back for dinner or drinks.  

Angel Landyn (Friendly/Co-worker): Angel was Eli’s partner for about a week and a half before Eli requested a transfer. There was something about Angel that did not sit right with Eli. At first Eli thought it was because he was attracted to Angel but quickly noticed missing information and misplaced evidence. Eli is still friendly with Angel but he is unsure about where to start their friendship outside of work.

Jev Cipriano (Friend/Co-worker): Jev is adorable and Eli has a sweet spot for him. Eli does not let Jev touch his evidence but he does allow Jev to bring him bagels. Patch has invited out for drinks after work with a few other co-workers and Eli is thinking of taking him up on that offer; for reconnaissance.

Douglas Gish (Friend/Co-worker): Douglas lets him take on as many cold cases as he wants and never calls him out on his bullshit. Eli just wishes Douglas would take him seriously when he brings up mysterious cases and missing evidence.

Kate Brooks (Co-worker): Kate is the only person that Eli trusts with his evidence. Cipriano has made too many mistakes for him to be comfortable with.

Greta Bow (Good Friend/Co-worker): Eli and Greta formed an unlikely friendship when Eli was working a cold case. Eli gave Greta credit for a forensic find. Eli was surprised when he found out Greta was expecting him to take full credit. Eli has been making sure everybody gives Greta proper credit since.

Hostile Connections:

None

Pets:

Max (German Shepherd): Max was taken in as evidence for a case Eli worked when he was just a puppy. After solving the case, Eli noticed that Max was living inside of their building, since no one bothered to take him into the pound, Eli one day decided to bring him home. Max has been with Eli for about 9 years now. Old Max is great around the kids but Eli is unsure how long he has before he dies.

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[siobhan-bridges]

Being confined to my home for social distancing was not what I expected at all. I thought it was everything I wanted. I wouldn’t have to make up excuses to keep from going out with friends. I wouldn’t need many breaks just to make it through a shift at the restaurant. I wouldn’t need to constantly bombard my mom with phone calls to make sure Juliette was okay. I thought being tucked away at home with my daughter, my mom, and my dog was everything I needed to continue the healing process. But this has turned into confinement that takes away my breath and rattles my anxiety to my bones. 

The only good thing since moving into the small apartment is that I’m not trapped inside my home across town. The house I dreamed of raising my daughter in, the one with my rose garden and the set up for my bee garden. I never got to bring all my dreams to life. I know that house would have driven me insane. I remind myself of this when the apartment feels too cramped. Mom still takes Juliette and Mosey to the park, but I know the day is coming when this will be impossible. I try not to get angry when I’m stumbling over Juliette’s toys or when mom and I are running into each other in the kitchen. This small space is necessary, I remind myself at every turn. 

I still wake up in the middle of the night. My nightmares are more confined. I dream of Clarissa returning. I’m terrified she’ll locate us and try again. I chose this tiny apartment building for a reason. It’s within a two block radius of a hospital, police station, and fire station. I feel safe here. And I know my daughter is safe here. I’ve protected her more closely in the months since the attack. I no longer showcase her on my social media. Her identity has become a guarded secret of mine. 

I always feared that my ex husband’s fame would put our daughter in the public eye. I now understand why he wanted to keep her sheltered from the spotlight. Focused on my career and schooling, I desperately needed help with Juliette. When I came across Clarissa’s résumé, I thought it was too good to be true. I should have listened to that gut feeling. It didn’t take long at all before Clarissa became very protective and clingy to Juliette, to the point where I felt uncomfortable. When she started correcting me on how to raise her, I quickly fired her and thought that was the end of it. 

Leaving Haus early, I received a text from a babysitter who had been recommended by a close friend. It informed me that my sister had arrived and she left Juliette with her, but none of my sisters were in town at the time. I came home to find the woman packing a bag in my daughter’s nursery, my daughter asleep in her car seat. I wanted to fall apart right there, even just the thought of losing Juliette was paralyzing me, but I couldn’t let the reality of this situation distract me from protecting her. I pulled the woman out of my daughter’s room and we fought in the hall. I could hear the approaching sirens. I had called the police as soon as I saw the text. They were almost here. My daughter was safe. My thoughts shifted to relief and that’s when it happened. Clarissa shoved me down the staircase. I tumbled all the way down, blacking out. 

I woke up in the hospital the next day. Kyla was there with me. She had Juliette who was sleeping. I was sore all over. My head ached and my vision was blurred. Something felt wrong. I felt empty inside. Like something had been taken from me. I could tell something was wrong from the way Kyla smiled at me. It was the saddest expression I had ever seen by her. She told me she would go grab the doctor. She didn’t return with him. The term placental abruption was used as the doctor explained what transpired because of my fall.

The sound of my phone rings and it pulls me out of my thoughts. I look to see it’s 3pm. My therapist is FaceTiming me. I can’t help but roll my eyes. Grace always has perfect timing.

[yet-another-greek-myth-gay]

Since I am currently very deeply invested in Hogwarts Mystery, I’ve been spending an inordinate amount of time developing my version of Jacob’s Sibling in my mind. I’m kind of proud of the character I created, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to put her out there in the character universe of Hogwarts Mystery OCs.

Now, full disclosure, I’m not an artist. I don’t have any beautiful drawings attached to give you an idea of what I’m visualizing (at least, not any I drew). More or less, this is just going to be a bunch of word vomit about the character I’m crafted, and I’ll probably go back and edit it a bunch of times as I think of more details. If it isn’t too much trouble, I’d love to hear people’s opinions of her! Thank you to anyone who reads, and I hope you like her as much as I do!

BE WARNED THAT THIS CHARACTER SHEET CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR HOGWARTS MYSTERY.

FULL NAME: Helena Winifred Bancroft.

NICKNAME: Most people call her Nellie; only her mum calls her Helena. She also occasionally gets Nel, and Jacob used to call her Pip, short for Pipsqueak. Her and Rowan also had unique nicknames for each other, with Nellie calling Rowan “smart girl” and Rowan calling Nellie “sweet girl.”

DATE OF BIRTH: March 11th. She’s a Pisces.

BLOOD STATUS: Half-blood.

FAMILY: Nellie’s family consists of her mothers, a pureblooded Auror named Juliette and a muggle school teacher named Carolyn, and her half-brother Jacob. (Juliette is mum, Carolyn is mama.) Both her and Jacob’s respective fathers were muggle men that Juliette was involved with in the past, and neither are involved in their lives. The Bancroft bloodline is matrilineal, and while not necessarily famous, prides itself on producing particularly powerful witches.

BACKGROUND: She grew up in a small coastal community, where she was an avid swimmer, frequent visitor of the beach, and overall just a total water baby. Her family was comfortable financially, but chose to live fairly humbly, and Nellie was content with that. While she occasionally played with the local muggle children, most of Nellie’s time was spent either following Jacob around like a little shadow or playing with the fairies that lived in her mama’s garden. (She spent all her time telling them how pretty they were, so they tolerated her.) Unsurprisingly, she was a bit of a loner.

HOUSE: A proud Hufflepuff, just like Jacob.

DREAM: First and foremost, to find Jacob. However, in the long term, she’d really like to own a Hippogriff sanctuary and work as a breeder (with entirely moral methods, don’t worry). They’re by far her favorite creature, and she wants to spend the rest of her life working with them.

DEEPEST SECRET: That she wonders all the time if Jacob is worth saving. Growing up, he was her best friend and her hero, and there was no one she loved more. But watching how he changed in the last year or two prior to his disappearance, and hearing some of the stories at school, she honestly wonders if the loving brother she remembers exists anymore. And if he doesn’t, is the boy he left behind someone she wants to bring back? 

She’s also been hiding a growing resentment toward her mum. While Jacob’s disappearance took a toll on them all, she sometimes feels like her mum’s put so much of her emotional energy into missing Jacob that she doesn’t have enough left to love her anymore, and she secretly hates her mum nudging her to find Jacob, even if it’s at the cost of her own happiness and safety.

...sometimes she wishes it had been Ben.

MOST TREASURED OBJECT: For years, it was her seashell locket, a gift she’d gotten from Jacob for her sixth birthday, with the little sculpture Barnaby made her for their Valentines Day date coming in at a close second. Now, it’s a spare pair of Rowan’s glasses, which Nellie had kept on hand since their first year, given how often Rowan misplaced hers.

WAND: Nellie’s first wand is ten and a half inches long, made of pear wood with a unicorn hair core. Her second, which she purchases in her fifth year, is eleven and a quarter inches, with an alder wood base and a phoenix feather core. Lastly, her third, which she gets after she graduates and keeps for the rest of her life, is ten and two thirds inches long, built from beech wood, and possesses a unicorn hair core.

PATRONUS: An African Bush Elephant.

ANIMAGUS: A Kooikerhondje dog.

BOGGART: Jacob’s corpse, shambling towards her like a zombie, sobbing about how she failed to save him.

BEST MEMORY: Jacob trying to teach her spells when he came home for his first break in his first year of Hogwarts. She would’ve only been five—they’re six years apart—so it’s a faint memory and she couldn’t do any of them anyway, but it was still happy enough to stick with her.

WORST MEMORY: The year Jacob disappeared, their mum mandated that he come home for breaks. (He’d been staying at school the past few years, but with everything that was happening, their mothers wanted to keep an eye on him.) He was on edge the entire time, bitter and aloof, and when Nellie tentatively tried to get him to play, he exploded at her about wasting his time. In that moment, his face twisted and red with rage, his tall, lanky body looming over her, Nellie didn’t recognize her brother at all, and that scared her more than anything. For the longest time, that was her worst memory.

Now, her worst memory is being in that forest grove, staring down at Rowan’s unmoving body, her gaping mouth and empty eyes. Even decades later, Nellie has dreams about it. Certainly, no memory will ever be worse than that one.

QUIDDITCH: After being trained by Skye, Nellie played as a Chaser for two seasons and a Beater for one, before retiring to a reserve chaser. There just wasn’t enough time, and she didn’t really have the competitive spirit for it. However, she remained friends with Skye, Orion, McNully, and Erika, and still enjoyed training with them to keep her skills sharp.

GREATEST STRENGTHS: Nellie is an overwhelmingly compassionate person. Her mama likes to joke that Nellie could spend all day waiting for a scoop of her favorite ice cream, and she’d still offer it to the first gloomy person she saw on the street. (Basically, if there’s a little pink heart next to a choice, that’s the one she’s making. Empathy is definitely her highest stat.) She never fails to go out of her way to help people, even if it’s to her own detriment. She just has a very warm energy, which makes it easy for people to feel safe confiding in and depending on her.

GREATEST WEAKNESS: Unfortunately, Nellie’s compassion is a bit of a double edged sword, and she can be guilty of stretching herself too far trying to please everyone and, subsequently, letting herself fall to the wayside. She’s also embarrassingly naive (a negative consequence to her desperate belief in the inherent goodness of people), and has a tendency to get a little too emotionally invested in things. She also stakes a lot of her personal value in her ability to keep others happy—if she isn’t capable of keeping those she loves safe and content, she feels she has no value at all.

APPEARANCE: In short, Nellie is about as far from intimidating as any one person can get. She never surpasses five feet tall, nor does she develop past her scrawny adolescent physique. Her face is round, with a little button nose and big ocean blue eyes. She’s covered from head to toe in freckles, and has a slight case of buck teeth with a tiny tooth gap, though nothing she considered worth getting braces over. She also has a scar on her thumb from the time her mum tried to teach her how to whittle. It didn’t go well.

However, her most defining physical characteristic is her hair. Curly and sandy blonde, she grew it long for the first fifteen years of her life, only cutting off the occasional inch to keep it healthy. It was very carefully maintained, because although Nellie doesn’t consider herself a vain girl, she loved her hair, which grew to reach her thighs at its longest. It was the only feature of hers she considered genuinely and objectively beautiful, and she prided herself on it. In the summer after her fifth year of Hogwarts, she chopped all that treasured hair off into a bob, her only reasoning being that it was more practical. It certainly had nothing to do with the fact that Rakepick had grabbed her by her exceptionally long braid when she’d tried to run to Merula’s aid in the Buried Vault. 

STYLE: Nellie dresses exactly how you’d expect a stereotypical Hufflepuff to dress. She favors bright, pleasant colors, likes embroidery and floral print, and values comfort over anything. Her current favorite outfits both involve overalls, with one consisting of denim overalls with embroidered butterflies on the chest pocket and a white t-shirt, and the other being a pair of faded overalls that she personally painted with flowers, despite being an absolutely terrible artist, and a yellow turtleneck. She pretty much always wears a pair of light weight, embroidered boots, and is never seen without her seashell locket.

VOICE: I picture her sounding similar to AnnaPantsu. There’s a reason she was able to make the choir, after all! (Even if she ultimately surrendered her spot to Merula.)

BEST SUBJECT: Unsurprisingly, Care for Magical Creatures. Her kind nature and respect for all magical beings makes her a bit of a natural. She’s also proven herself to have a knack for Divination. She’s no Seer, but she’s pretty good at deciphering omens and swears that she does sometimes see visions in crystal balls. She’s also decent at Transfiguration.

WORST SUBJECT: Anyone would suck at Potions if Snape spent the entire class glowering at them the way he does at Nellie! It’s awfully hard to focus when your professor is breathing down your neck, staring dismissively into your cauldron like you’ve already made a mistake. She also just has a really poor memory, so any class that requires her to follow a sequence of meticulous steps is going to be one she struggles with. She also has difficulty in History of Magic for a similar reason—all of those dates and names just go in one ear and out the other.

BEST FRIEND(s): Rowan. Nellie loves every member of her eclectic group of friends dearly, but Rowan was her first friend, and will always, always be her dearest. For whatever reason, they just clicked perfectly, and completely got each other. Her death changed Nellie irreversibly. For at least a year after Rowan’s death, Nellie wore the spare pair of glasses she’d kept for her everywhere. Even once she stopped, they were almost always in her bag. Nellie was eventually able to manage again, but she never really moved on.

The runner up was undoubtedly Bill. He completely adopted her as (yet another) younger sibling, and they never quite lose that closeness, even when Jacob comes back into the picture. After all, Jacob can’t replicate the experiences Nellie had with Bill. While he was doing his part to protect Nellie as best he could, and that’s admirable, it wasn’t him that was by Nellie’s side throughout every trial she faced at Hogwarts. It was Bill, and Jacob would never be able to imitate the connection that gave Bill and Nellie.

In the wake of Rowan’s death, Nellie also develops a surprisingly close friendship with Erika Rath. They’d already been developing a friendship, but Rowan’s passing was the catalyst for them growing closer. During one of her training sessions with Erika (which Erika had told her she could sit out of, given the circumstances, but Nellie insisted), Rowan’s glasses fell off, and cracked. The damage was minor and entirely fixable, but Nellie had a complete breakdown, allowing herself to cry for the first time since Rowan had died. And Erika sat there with her, holding her tight, the entire time. While the rest of her friends were tiptoeing around her, not sure what she needed and scared of saying the wrong thing, uncomfortable in the face of such overwhelming grief, Erika took everything Nellie threw at her in stride. The fits where all Nellie could do was scream and cry, the anger that had her beating her fists against the ground and snarling threats brutal enough to make her sick, the guilt that left a hollow pit in her stomach and made her wish it had been her instead. Every ugly thought, every wave of emotion, Erika stuck with Nellie through them all, keeping her grounded her during a time where she felt she could completely drift away. It’s impossible to describe the sort of bond that gives people.

WORST ENEMY: For a while, it was Emily Tyler. With Merula, at least she has qualities that Nellie can respect—her ambition, her bravery, her fierce determination—and they’ve had a few moments where it feels like some genuine bonding has occurred. She may not approve of a lot of Merula’s behavior, but at least she can sort of understand her. But Emily Tyler is just so superficial and mean spirited, and Nellie simply can’t stand her. Now, though, it’s easily Patricia Rakepick.

LOVE INTEREST: Barnaby Lee, though not at first. Nellie housed an absolutely fierce crush on Skye Parkin for a while, but it quickly became apparent that Skye didn’t return her feelings. To Skye, Nellie was like the sister she never had, and Nellie didn’t want to jeopardize that. There was also some sort of tension going on between her and Merula in their fifth year, but nothing ever came of it. After the events that transpired in the Vault, Merula decided Nellie wasn’t worth the trouble. It’s one of her biggest regrets. 

Barnaby was actually crushing on Nellie long before she had any romantic feelings for him—ever since that first duel, actually, when she completely whooped his ass while apologizing after every blow. (A scene I actually explored here.) It took a little while, but Nellie eventually fell for Barnaby’s good heart and noble nature. He may not be the brightest bulb in the box, but he never fails to make her feel cared for. He can make her laugh when nobody else can, and although she’d loathe herself if he got hurt for her sake, it honestly feels a little nice to have someone trying to protect and take care of her for once, instead of the other way around. They also both love magical creatures, so a lot of their “dates” just consist of them hanging around the Care for Magical Creatures paddock and feeding whatever they find. Random little fun fact, Nellie’s pet name for Barnaby is just to say “Barnaby dear” as though it’s one word, and it never fails to make Barnaby feel super giddy.

PETS: Whoo boy, Nellie’s pets. First and foremost, there’s Astrid, her Lesser Sooty Owl. A remarkably intelligent bird, Astrid is usually found occupying the rafters above Nellie’s head, watching over her like a worrisome mother. She usually sleeps in Nellie’s dorm, rather than the owlery, and has a habit of picking at knots in Nellie’s hair (and, surprisingly, Rowan’s as well) with her beak as though she’s trying to straighten them out. 

While she adores Nellie, Astrid is notably less fond of Klepto, her mischievous Niffler. If Astrid is like Nellie’s mother, Klepto is like an obnoxious toddler, always causing trouble and fussing for her attention. He’s remarkably clingy, enough so that Nellie’s taken to hiding him in the dorm rather than keeping him in the grasslands. (She can’t help it! He throws a fit if he can’t sleep pressed against the soles of her feet!) 

Then there’s Flora, a particularly slothful fairy who has taken to riding in the pockets of Nellie’s robes, content to spend the rest of her life being carried around and lavished with compliments and sweets. Her and Astrid have a sort of tenuous truce, since they both have a bit of a fierce streak when it comes to defending Nellie. 

There’s also a Hippogriff and a Common Welsh Green on the grounds, both of which Nellie is determined to befriend, but that’s still a bit of a work in progress at the moment.

FUN FACTS:

• Nellie ends up going grey—or white, rather—fairly early. Her hair’s almost entirely white by the time she turns thirty. She’s insecure about it for a while, then decides to just embrace it. It looks elegant, and Merlin help the person who tries to tell her otherwise.

• Given how incredibly physically affectionate Nellie is and how much she adored Rowan, it’s no surprise that she almost always kissed Rowan on the top of the head when saying goodbye. Just like she did in the forest grove, chest tight with anguish but eyes painfully dry.

• Barnaby and Nellie are married by the time they’re twenty. Maybe it’s a result of almost dying young on multiple occasions, but Nellie wasn’t keen on waiting. She didn’t want to take the risk of never getting the opportunity.

• Nellie has always wanted a big family. After how fractured hers became when Jacob disappeared, that desperate desire only increased. Fortunately, Barnaby, with his tiny, miserable family, wanted to create a large, happy one just as badly.

• On that note, they end up having five daughters: Ivy (Ravenclaw), Jade (Ravenclaw), Miri (Hufflepuff), Aurora (Slytherin), and Rowan (Hufflepuff). Many were surprised Nellie waited until her last child to name one after Rowan, but the truth was, she just wasn’t ready. She’d always known she wanted to, but it always felt too soon.

• As a frequent visitor to the Burrow, Nellie grew close with all the Weasleys. She actually babysat Ron and Ginny a far bit after she graduated Hogwarts.

• Bill and Jacob never get along. Though Bill can logically understand that Jacob was trying to protect Nellie, he can never really forgive Jacob for the distress he put Nellie through. And while Jacob understands that Nellie needed support and he wasn’t there to provide it, some part of him resents that Bill stepped into his role as Nellie’s brother.

• Although they were once close as sisters, Nellie and Skye’s friendship definitely changed for the worse in their sixth year. The drama surrounding Nellie getting trained and befriended by Erika all occurred in the month leading up to Rowan’s demise. Having Skye—someone Nellie considered a close friend—be so caught up in her own grudges and jealousy that she called off their friendship in a fit of anger not even a week after Rowan had died, while Erika—a friend she had only just started to make—acted as her rock throughout the whole grieving process, really changed Nellie’s perspective on Skye. To be fair, Skye did eventually apologize, and they picked up the pieces as best they could, but things were never the same.

• While Nellie focused more on the changes her friends went through after the events in the Buried Vault, there’s no denying that she changed as well. She hardly slept her entire sixth year. She cut off all her hair, and she jumped with every loud noise. Her naivety, one of her defining traits, withered, and left only wariness behind. She went from trusting everyone, to trusting no one. Then Rowan’s death came, and she crumbled completely. For a long time after it, she couldn’t function at all.

Thank you to @treebels​, for the lovely artwork.

[chicagocityofclans]

Jin Asato → Daniel Henney  → Hyena

→ Basic Information

Age: 221

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Born or Made: Born

Birthday: January 8th

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

Religion: Atheist

→ His Personality Jin is a restless soul. He is always looking for some kind of new adventure, whether that is found in new relationships, new military tours, or doing things he's never done before. His childhood in a wild and aggressive hyena clan formed his focused, and detailed personality from a young age. He enjoys the control he has over his hyena and relies more on hyperactivity and exercise to stave off the frenzy. Jin has always been confident in who he is and what he wants; and what he generally wants is to wander.

He has never been comfortable settling in one place for long. Jin often takes vacations, going for weeks or months at a time to some beautiful natural location where he can expel excess energy and meet new people. Jin rarely knows where he’ll go and relies on the words of locals and fellow travelers to dictate his path. Though he is proactive and a natural leader, Jin has never stepped up to take any major position. He knows his borderline nomadic lifestyle isn’t the best for the clan and never wants to see someone suffer because of his choices.

→ His Personal Facts

Occupation: Part Time Firefighter/Part Time Park Ranger

Scars: Many

Tattoos: None

Two Likes: Being Outdoors and Exploring

Two Dislikes: Stillness and Air Fresheners

Two Fears: Drowning and Untidiness

Two Hobbies: Mountain Climbing and Backpacking

Three Positive Traits: Confident, Proactive, Focused

Three Negative Traits: Restless, Spontaneous, Peripatetic

→ His Connections Parent Names:

Ine Asato (Mother): Ine was the head of Jin’s original clan. She was the quintessential hyena, full of chaos and frenzy. His clan was actively encouraged to attack others. Jin never found himself fitting in well, and joined the military to get away from his family.

Teru Asato (Father): Jin’s father was a complete follower. He respected Ine as the head and rarely acted for himself or his own wishes. Jin never wanted to be like him and made a choice from a young age to be thoughtful and purposeful with his actions.

Sibling Names:

None

Children Names:

None

Romantic Connections:

Venus Barton (Ex-Girlfriend): Jin and Venus could not have had opposite personalities, but they had a consistent habit of falling into bed with one another. She encouraged him to let loose a little, and he kept her on the straight and narrow. Jin is still devastated at her death, and has blocked out nearly all his pack mates and friends.

Sanna Salgado (Ex-Girlfriend): Jin met Sanna, a local hyena, while on a trip hiking across the Andes Mountains. They had five passionate days together on the trail, which continued when she returned with him to Chicago. Soon they both tired of each other, though she stayed in the city. She has recently reached out to him in the wake of Venus’s death but they have yet to rekindle their relationship.

Esme Galindo (Interest): Esme is a human 2nd grade teacher who lives in the unit above Jin’s. He ignored her for most of the first year she lived above him, but found himself drawn to her the more conversations he had with her. She’s sweet, nice, and meek; none of which have ever been his type before. There’s a quiet strength to her and it has intrigued him.

Christina O'Moore (Ex-Girlfriend): Jin met Christina while backpacking in Europe. She was human but reminded him so much of the hyenas back home. They had a few interesting nights together and decided to keep in contact. They dated off and on for a few years before Jin decided he wouldn’t mind her taking the bite. He planned on explaining himself and the supernatural world while they were ice climbing but a freak accident took her away before he could confess.

Beth Jessem (Ex-Girlfriend): Beth is a sweet spotted hyena that Nada and Raja tried to get him to settle down with. They dated for a few months before Jin called it quits. He couldn’t see her as anything more than a friend. Jin tried to hold it together for her but they were too different and couldn’t see himself spending the rest of his life with her. They are still friends and Jin has recently met her new boyfriend. He doesn’t know why he’s burning with jealousy seeing them together.

Calinda Hall (Ex-Girlfriend): Calinda and Jin have recently broken up. She has it in her mind that she would make the best leader for their clan. When Jin found a freshly turned hyena in Calinda apartment, he freaked out and informed Nada. He would have felt guilty if Calinda wasn’t sleeping with all of the males she turned.

Platonic Connections:

Ethan Cleirigh (Good Friend): Ethan, Asa, and Jin go to the same Veterans support group. Ethan and Jin met around a year ago and became close friends in that time. Jin has been trying to get Ethan out and about more, suggesting they go climbing or exploring.

Asa Fields (New Friend): Asa has only recently begun going to Jin and Ethan’s support group, but they’ve become fast friends. Jin’s heard rumors surrounding the Fields family and is interested to see how true they are.

Benjamin ‘Ben’ Nile (Friendly): Jin knows Ben from being around Venus’s house so often as he was growing up. He tried to reach out to Ben, but believes it was too late to be any kind of parental figure. He seems a little lost and doesn’t seem to care that he is.

Juliette Willott (Friends): Juliette and Jin, while not very close, share many similarities. They were both born into large hyena clans and they’re both incredibly active and prefer to be outside. When on duty together, they often talk about the different places they’ve explored.

Gretchen Sims (Friend): Gretchen and Jin became friends quickly when she joined the clan. While they seemingly have very different personalities, Jin appreciates the softer and more intuitive side of Gretchen. It’s not often seen in Hyenas and he thinks it will make her a good leader. That is if she is willing to tone down some of her wilder ways.

Kylo ‘Nada’ Rajui (Good Friend): Nada is the person Jin is closest to in the Clan. Nada has his own past in the service and the two often were the balancing forces to Venus. He regularly receives an invite to Nada’s barbecues, though

Raja Lankala (Good Friend): Raja and Jin got along from the moment they met. He was initially interested in her, but happily stepped aside once Nada and Raja made it clear they were after each other. They remained close friends, and when going to the barbecue Jin usually hangs out with her and Juliette.

Peter Knox (Friendly): Jin loves the brews that Duke and Peter mix up. They recently have begun talking and he’s hoping they’ll consider recreating a foreign beer from his days in the Navy.

Deucalion Thornton (Friendly): Jin loves the brews that Duke and Peter mix up. They recently have begun talking and he’s hoping they’ll consider recreating a foreign beer from his days in the Navy.

Talia Cleirigh (Acquaintance): Jin has met Talia a few times, having gotten dinner with her and Ethan. They’re kind of an odd pair in Jin’s eyes, but they seem to be happy. Jin has considered briefly going to Talia’s practice to help with his own nightmares, but doesn’t know how well he’d react to dream manipulation.

Hostile Connections:

West Freemen (Dislike): He knows the younger hyenas can be a handful themselves, but when West parties with them he takes it to a whole new level. They’ve never make as stupid of decision as they do in West’s company and Gretchen especially can’t be making those bad choices anymore.

Russel Jordan (Dislike): Jin has a low tolerance for Russel. He exploits weaknesses in the clan and uses them for his own good. His motivations are almost always selfish and Jin thinks the clan has suffered for it. If Jin was more involved with the pack, he would have challenged Russel for third already.

Pets:

Gravy (3 Legged Kitten): Gravy was found outside near Gretchen, Luke and Ben’s apartment a month or so ago. They didn’t want him, so Jin took him in. He was already considering a therapy dog, and thought Gravy could work instead.

→ History (paragraph(s) on background)

→ The Present (paragraph(s) on how the character connects to the plot)

→ Available Gif Hunts (we do not own these)

Daniel Henney (Jin Asato) [1][2]

[kaitycole]

A Year After - Morgan

Summary: What happens in the 365 days since Morgan left Sweetridge for her dream job in Boston.

Word Count: 2510

Pairing: Morgan (F) x Sawyer (past tense) Morgan x ???

Rating: PG-13, there’s smut but it’s pretty tamed

Tag List: @desiree---1986​ @kacie-0156​ @shakespeareanwannabe​

A/N: This is the first out of two parts for this. The second piece will be Sawyer’s year after Morgan leaves Sweetridge.

P.S. This is prior to me reading Book Two as well as a modified ending to Book One.

“I….”

“Seriously? Did everything that’s happened the last few weeks mean so little to you?”

“No! Sawyer, I couldn’t say goodbye because the last few weeks have meant everything to me! All last night, I kept trying to find the right moment to tell you, but every time…I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.”

Sawyer shakes his head repeatedly, “I just don’t believe it. You could’ve said something when we snuck off, before we…we…”

He doesn’t finish his statement, he just turns away from her, hopping back up on his horse.

“Sawyer…”

“Hope that job gives you everything you want, Morgan.”

She watches as he taps the horse’s side, causing his horse to start walking back up to the ranch. Getting back in the car, she looks back at the Oakley’s, Cliff patting his son’s shoulder as he walks into the house.

I’m doing the right thing, right? This is what I’ve been working towards for years.

“Alright Spike, let’s go.” She looks over to at the cactus, but for some reason she gets the feeling that if it could, it would give her a disapproving look.

Fall

Morgan has settled into a quick-paced and comfortable routine at The Weekly. Spending those few weeks in Montana really helped her grow and she’s a force to be reckoned with now. Well, more of a force.

“Morgan, we’re heading out for drinks, wanna join us?” Adam asks her. Every other Friday night, Adam, Lucy and Dan all go out to blow off some steam and each time, she’s told them no.

When she first got to Boston, her heart was still broken over how her and Sawyer left things. She didn’t want to go out when she could just bury herself in work to feel better.

“C’mon, we know you already have your article written and submitted. It’ll be fun, I swear!”

Lucy was right, technically Morgan had her article finished yesterday and she was already starting the research on her next one. Plus, it wasn’t like she had anyone waiting on her back home, Spike pretty much took care of himself. She looks at her phone, one more time, seeing zero notifications before shrugging.

“Okay, I’m in!”

The group of co-workers cheer as Morgan grabs her coat and they all pile out into the chilly Boston streets and head to the bar.

“Wait, you met a real-life cowboy?”

“Yup,” she tosses back another shot. Morgan hardly drank, but since leaving Sweetridge, it became a more frequent habit.

“And you left his sexy self behind!” Dan practically shrieks and dramatically fans himself.

Lucy rolls her eyes, “Okay drama queen, chill.”

Morgan gives the group a straight smile, “Sexy or not, this was and is my dream job. I couldn’t pass that up. Even for a rodeo riding’ cowboy.”

“He could ride –”

“Do NOT finish that sentence, Dan.” Lucy cuts him off, causing the whole group to bursts into laughter.

Winter

“I’m pleased to announce that the promotion is going to Morgan Garrity.”

The office erupts into cheers as Morgan turns bright red. At the end of the day, her friends have thrown together a small celebration.

“There she is! Ms. Fancy pants!” Adam hoots as she walks in, smiling.

“Aww. Guys! You’re the best!” She hugs each of them before picking up a flute of champagne, sipping it.

“The best deserves the best,” Lucy winks.

“So, how are we going to finish out the night? Should we go to Whisky Saigon or Tunnel?” Dan suggests.

“We always go to Tunnel, why not try out Royale?” Lucy retorts.

“It’s Morgan’s night.” Adam turns to her, “What do you want to do?”

“Oh uhm,” she looks at the clock, “I was planning on going home and watching Smalltown, USA.”

“The show that documents a small unknown town in America? Why would you…ohhhhh!” Dan gives her a knowing look.

Her face burns red, “I don’t know what that look is for.”

“Mr. Sexy cowboy’s town’s on tonight, is it!?” Dan jumps up and down, “Change of plans, TV premiere at Morgan’s!”

“Yes! We can get box wine and popcorn on the way! Let’s go!” Lucy says as they all begin to pile out of the office and into the parking lot.

“Is it too much to ask for a night in alone?” She says with a snort.

“We could break in your new desk if you want,” Adam winks, pulling Morgan closer to him before his lips meet hers. She lets herself melt into him, this was a new fling. Her first fling since Sawyer, well, was that a fling? Whatever it was, she knew she couldn’t harbor those feelings forever.

“Dan and Lucy could walk in. Let’s go.” She grabs her coat and scarf before pulling him along.

About an hour later, the four are sitting in Morgan’s apartment; Lucy and Morgan are both curled up on the couch while Adam sits in the chair next to Morgan and Dan is sitting on the floor in front of the girls.

Morgan feels her stomach flop as the intro music begins to play, regretting her idea of not only watching it with friends, but in general. She turns to Adam who brushes his fingers against her knuckles causing her to blush.

“On this episode of Smalltown, USA we’re are going to Big Sky Country. That’s right we will be in Montana, a little town known as Sweetridge.”

“Whoooo!” Dan chants, clearly having a good time.

The episode shows footage of the small town, capturing iconic shots of Asha’s general store along with both the Mendoza’s and Oakley’s ranches.

It’s so beautiful!” Lucy squeals, staring at the breath-taking scenery.

Morgan sucks in a quick breath and feels her body completely freezes when she sees him. At first, it’s from behind, but his black hat is a dead giveaway. He’s on Dolly, he’s rounding up the cows as the cameraman zooms in, his face plasters the TV screen. There he was. Sawyer Oakley. Spanning out across her 55” flat screen.

“Pinch me! I must be dreaming. He is smokin’!” Dan says causing Lucy to pantomime fanning him. He looks over at Morgan who is still frozen.

“No way, Morgs.” She turns to him, “That’s him, isn’t it? That’s Mr. Sexy Cowboy!” Dan doesn’t need her to answer, he can tell by her reaction alone.

“Uhm…yeah…that’s him.” She turns back to the screen before sneaking a side glance at Adam who isn’t too pleased with the revelation.

The episode continues along with Dan’s crude cowboy puns. Morgan sees each of her friends, realizing just how much she’s been missing them. She feels her cheeks turn bright red when the camera then pans over to Sawyer. A shirtless Sawyer carrying a crate of what she assumed was Mendoza bourbon. She feels jealous rage when she watches Juliette wrap her hands around his upper arm.

“I’m sorry Morgs, but I’m totes judging you for leaving. If that was me, you wouldn’t be able to pry me out of his arms. Look at those muscles. My gawd!” Dan exclaims.

“It’s getting late, I’m going to head home.” Adam doesn’t wait for goodbyes before walking right out of her apartment.

“What’s up with him?” Lucy says.

“I’ll go check, be right back,” Morgan steps over Dan and rushes out of the door, catching Adam at the elevator.

“Adam. What was that about?”

“I figured I was a rebound, but you could’ve told me that we looked alike.” He shakes his head, “That why you picked me? Easier for you to think of him?”

“Adam, stop. That’s not true at all.”

“You’re not even over him, are you? I saw your face.” The elevator dings and opens as he steps in, “You need to figure out what you want.”

*                      *

It wasn’t until everyone had left that night and she was lying in bed, did reality finally hit her. Everything that she’d been trying to shove down, immediately came up when she saw him. She starts sobbing, clinging to her pillow as if it was him.

She knew Adam was right.  She wasn’t over Sawyer. And she’d be lying if she said she never saw the resemblance between the two of them.

I can’t just go back, can I? Just show up and ask for my job back? For him back? My  friends back?

Spring

She wakes up before he does, allowing herself to get lost in her thoughts before her day begins. Looking over at him, she feels her heart heavy, the sinking feeling that she’s tried to push down just fills her entirely. It’s been months since she left, just a few shy of a year, but she couldn’t understand why things still lingered.

Cause when I'm with him

                                   I am thinking of you                                                                        Thinking of you

“Well good morning,” he props himself up on one arm before pulling her down to him. He pulls her into a deep kiss while pushing himself on top of her. His lips slowly trail down her neck. She knew it was Adam. Kissing her, holding her, causing pleasure to ripple through her. But that didn’t stop her from letting herself imagine that it was the man who still had her heart.

He kissed my lips

                       I taste your mouth

                                               He pulled me in

                                                                       I was disgusted with myself

He lets out a soft groan in response to her moaning, his hands explore her bare skin as he pushes himself into her. She buries her face in the curve of his neck, gently biting down to conceal a scream.

It’s not long before she’s ready to stop fighting and let the pleasure wash over her. She can feel him getting close before moaning out his name.

“Sawyer…”

“Nice. Really nice Morgan,” Adam grumbles as he snatches his clothes off of the floor.

“A…Adam, I’m so sorry!” She tries to get him to stop, but he’s already half-dressed and looking for his keys.

“I don’t know why I did that.” He finally stops and looks at her.

“You aren’t over him. I told you to figure it out. I’m done.”

She sinks back onto the bed before she hears him slam the door behind him. She knew he was right, she couldn’t keep pushing it down.

*                      *

The last couple days at work were awkward and full of tension. Not only was Adam not speaking to her, Lucy and Dan weren’t exactly fans of her. When everything went down with Adam, he of course called up Dan to talk it out who then called Lucy. Let’s just say they weren’t too thrilled to learn about the short affair or her lingering feelings for Sawyer secondhand.

Not to mention the fact all of her inner conflicts were starting to come through into her work. She had been called into her boss’ office twice already over sources not being fully vetted as well as missing deadlines.

This went from being her dream job to just being a job. A place where for nine plus hours a day, she felt suffocated. Truly longing for the freedom Montana gave her all those months ago.

It was another silent day, Lucy and Dan gave a small wave and smile, but that’s all she got from them nowadays. It didn’t help that a lot of that was her fault. They had tried several times to get her to go out with them, sometimes with Adam, but most times without him, but she kept them at a distance.

She’s flipping through her photographs when she finds the one of everyone from their hike.

“I quit.” She announces.

“What did she just say?” Lucy asks Dan who just shrugs.

Her boss comes walking out of his office and she runs up to him, “I quit.”

“What?”

“I gotta get out of here. I quit.” She quickly shoves the few things on her desk that she wants to keep before practically running out the door.

“Go get that cowboy!” Dan yells behind her.

Summer

“I know what you’re thinking,” she looks over at the cactus sitting in her passenger’s seat, “I should’ve taken a plane this time. Or maybe called someone as a heads up. But I couldn’t let anyone stop me. I had to do this, Spike.”

The cactus sits there, silently, because it’s a cactus.

“You know, I think this is where we broke down last time.” Morgan looks around trying to see if she’s getting any closer.

Suddenly, she slams on her breaks, veering to the side to dodge a stray pair of cows walking in the road.

“MoOoOooO!!” The cow appears angry.

Catching her breath, Morgan fans herself; the commotion caused her to break out in a thin layer of sweat.

“Bessie!” She hears a familiar voice shout at the cow, who is now eating grass in the field across from where she came from.

A smile plasters on her face when she sees Dallas and Curly rushing over her way. Without hesitation, she jumps out of her car and waits. Curly notices her first.

“No way! I knew you’d come back!” His delighted squeals cause Dallas to look her way.

He doesn’t say anything and she can’t get a good read on him either. Before she could tell by a subtle smirk but he was reading blank.

“What brings you back!?! How’s your job? We have so much to catch up on!”

The pair watches as Dallas ropes Bessie and begins walking her back, still not saying anything to Morgan.

“Guess I deserve the silent treatment.”

“He’s always a grouch. Put’s Oscar to shame. Now come on, let’s go see everyone!”

She puts on a brave face, refusing to let herself look like the basket of nerves she is. This was it, the moment to know if she’d made a huge mistake or if this was the beginning of a great adventure.

“Ready?? Curly exclaims as they come up on the group.

Before she can answer, she sees Sayer helping a woman off a horse. A really beautiful blonde woman off a horse. She feels her chest constrict as he places his hand on her lower back, as that woman flashes him a flirtatious smile and as his cheeks turn red.

He says something to her, she tosses her head backwards with a laugh. Morgan watches as the woman playfully touches his arm and lets it linger.

Curly and her are close enough to hear them, but not to where Sawyer can see her.

“Same time tomorrow, Cowboy?”

“Same time tomorrow,” he tips his hat towards the unknown woman before she walks right passed Morgan.

Morgan feels her mouth dry. She knew she couldn’t be upset that he had moved on, it had been a year, but she couldn’t help but have hoped he would still be there when she came back.

Shaking her head, she stops walking, “I…I can’t, Curly. I shouldn’t have come.” Turning around, she takes off back towards her car.

“Morgan, wait!” Curly calls back.

Sawyer’s head snaps in their direction, “Morgan?”

[syfynjvall]

OTP ASK GAME - farah & juliette

tagged by @havennly thank u!! i’m gonna tag @agentnatesewell @bryceslahela @agentfreckles @serafinedupont @agentnats if youve done it already i apologize ksks

(long post warning)

DISAGREEMENTS.

Who is more likely to raise their voice?

juliette, but it’s honestly never anything serious. more often than not its just bc she gets very competitive during game nights

Who threatens to leave but never actually does?

neither, even kidding about it kinda hurts each others souls

Who actually keeps their word and leaves?

neither

Who trashes the house?

i cant see either of them doing it

Do either of them get physical?

never in a million years

How often do they argue/disagree?

not often, and when they do its mostly about petty things like leaving empty containers in the fridge

Who is the first to apologize?

both are good about it

SEX.

who is on top? Who is on bottom?

hmmm they switch

any kinks?

welllll jules put on her old cheerleading uniform from college as a joke once and farah was into it. theyre both into roleplay

who has the strangest desires?

jules

who’s dominant in bed?

it’s a pretty even split

is head ever in the equation?

yes

if so, who is better at performing it?

probably farah

ever had sex in public?

once. under the bleachers at the football field. pretty cliché

who moans the most?

uhh both

who leaves the most marks?

farah

who is the more experienced of the two?

definitely jules. she had a LOT of fun in college

do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’?

make love. it’s very special for both of them bc they know they’re gonna last

how long do they usually last?

it depends but both of them can usually go pretty long

rough or soft?

typically soft, but rough if theyre in the mood

is protection used?

no

does it ever get boring?

no

where is the strangest place they’d have sex?

dont know? maybe in an empty room in the agency? idk lol

FAMILY.

do they plan on having children/or have children?

oh yeah definitely

if so, how many children do they want/have?

juliette loved the look on farahs face the first time they talked about it and she said she wanted ten kids. it was a joke obv but they probably end up having three or four. jules always wanted siblings growing up and she was sad she never got that wish so she doesnt want her own kids to be lonely like she was

AFFECTION.

who likes to cuddle?

both of them are huge cuddle bugs and they get cozy almost everywhere

who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places?

juliette

who struggles to keep their hands to themselves?

both

how long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable?

their cuddles can last a while but farah probably wiggles away first

what is their favourite non-sexual activity?

they love girls night out and its even more fun when tina joins them. put the three of them together and its basically nonstop chaos, but so fun

where is their favourite place to cuddle?

predictable, but the bed. jules is one of those extravagant mattress people so her bed is basically a giant pillow and its very comfortable

SLEEPING.

who snores?

both

if both do, who snores the loudest?

jules, and you better believe farah teases her relentlessly

do they share a bed or sleep separately?

jules WAS a very picky sleeper until she got together with farah, now she gets pouty if they dont share a bed

if they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart?

they cozy up, but juliette is a blanket hog so she usually ends up with most of the covers

what do they wear to bed?

jules usually just wears a top, farah wears pajama sets

are either of them insomniacs?

no

can sleeping pills be found by the bedside?

not before everything that went down in book one, but since murphy, yeah. jules has a hard time falling asleep now

do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side?

definitely cuddly sleepers

who wakes up with bed hair?

both

who wakes up first?

farah. she’s usually the one to rouse juliette when she’s about to be late

who prepares breakfast in bed for the other?

neither of them can cook so... neither lol

what is their favourite sleeping position?

farah loves being the little spoon and jules loves making her feel safe so

do they set an alarm each night?

jules does but she hits snooze at least six times a morning

who has nightmares?

juliette, and farah has no problem soothing her back to sleep when she wakes up

can a television be found in their bedroom?

yes. they’re both obsessed with trashy shows

who has ridiculous dreams?

farah!

who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed?

again, juliette is an unfortunate bed hog

who makes the bed?

farah. juliette is cute but she’s not always that tidy

what time is bed time?

whenever jules feels like it, and farah will follow her lead

any routines/rituals before bed?

other than the typical going to bed things, no

who’s the grumpiest when they wake up?

farah probably

WORK.

who is the busiest?

both are pretty busy but since juliette has two jobs i guess she is a little bit more

who rakes in the highest income?

juliette probably?

are any of them unemployed?

UB gets paid right? so neither then? lol

who takes the most sick days?

juliette. her “bend the rules” stat is at 88%

what are their jobs?

detective and agent

who sucks up to their boss?

definitely not jules. farah might a LITTLE bit since rebecca is juliette’s mom but i think we know how that turns out lmao

who is more likely to turn up late to work?

despite juliette’s aversion for rule following she’s usually pretty puntcual at least, so im gonna say farah

who stresses the most?

im gonna say neither

do they enjoy or despise their careers/occupations?

farah loves hers for the most part, jules feels like hers is more of a chore but she does love interacting with people.

are they financially stable?

yes

HOME.

who does the washing?

farah. once again juliette isnt super messy per se, but she is a bit cluttered

who takes out the trash?

both

who does the ironing?

jules is pretty good about that

who does the cooking?

neither. they both try but they’re both disasters so they order out mostly (more than they should)

who is more likely to burn the house down just trying?

it’s about equal because again, they’re disasters

who is messier?

juliette

who leaves the toilet roll empty?

farah

who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor?

neither

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who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere?

both

who answers the telephone?

juliette

who mows the lawn?

they dont have a lawn

who does the vacuuming?

probably jules

who does the groceries?

when they remember to do it, they like to go together

who takes the longest to shower?

jules

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MISCELLANEOUS.

is money a problem?

no but farah does love buying stuff

how many cars do they own?

just one

what’s their song?

it changes but rn lucky by jason mraz fits them so well

do they live in the city or in the country?

juliette LOVES city life and farah thinks it would be fun too so they plan to move to the city one day

do they own their home or do they rent?

rented for now, for juliette anyway

do they enjoy their surroundings?

jules has a nostalgic fondness for wayhaven but again, really she’s itching to live in the city. farah likes it too but it’s a little too mellow for her liking sometimes

what do they do when they’re away from each other?

oh my god, theyre both clingy babies so they’ll be pouty and sad and constantly just text each other

where did they first meet?

juliette’s office

who spends the most money when out shopping?

probably farah

who’s more likely to flash their assets?

jules, but farah will too

any mental issues?

juliette definitely has ptsd after book one, and then its worsened after the trappers (she saved farah so she had to see sanja die)

who finds it amusing when the other trips over?

they both do lol

who’s terrified of bugs?

im thinking farah

who kills the spiders around the house?

juliette

do they have any fears for their future?

they’re both afraid of losing each other, mostly. juliette also worries a bit that maybe farah will get sick of her because she’s a “lot,” she was always told by past bfs/gfs that she was a handful or too wild or whatever so she worries she might scare farah off but when she voices that thought farah is very quick to very seriously assure her thats not going to happen

their favourite place?

the bar, also the forest to stargaze or picnic

who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner?

jules, but it’s definitely at a restaurant lol

who pays the bills?

definitely juliette

who’s the tallest?

jules is 5’9, farah is 5′4

who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other?

farah

who wanders around in their underwear?

jules

who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio?

both!! theyre both so goofy about it

what do they tease each other about?

pretty much everything, they’re bantering almost constantly

who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times?

neither of them are exactly fashion experts, so

who crushed first?

juliette

any alcohol or substance related problems?

no, jules enjoys drinking but she knows her limits

who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am?

jules

who swears the most?

both

[petitrenard]

Juliette

It had been three months since Paris and Juliette couldn’t get Ethan out of her mind. The 48 hours that they spent together in her suite at the George V were so intense; Ethan laying across her lap and sucking on her nipples while her hand slowly stroked his cock, Juliette riding him reverse cowgirl teasing his orgasm for hours, carnal experiences that brought her to orgasm again and again and that played on a near constant loop in her mind.

The morning that she was headed back to Chicago she left Ethan asleep in her room. They hadn’t spoken about what would happen once they left each other, but they both understood that the world created in Room 507 couldn’t exist anywhere else. She simply sent him a DM: ‘à bientôt j'espère’.

Now here she was in her apartment and a week past her deadline daydreaming, again. Damn it Ethan. Juliette grabbed her phone and opened up Instagram. She started a DM to him but didn’t know what she would say, so instead she just stared at their old conversation. Nothing in 3 months Jules.

The front door burst open, cans rolled onto the floor and the noise startled her back to reality. “Jules! Can you come help? I got more than I planned.” Juliette’s fiancé Miles had moved in shortly before the mandatory quarantine went into effect for the city. The past few months had been a lot for everyone, but for a recluse like her they had been especially trying.

She walked to the kitchen she scolded herself for feeling impatient with him. No one likes quarantine. Everyone’s having a hard time. Be grateful for your life. Miles had gathered most everything by the time she got into the kitchen. “You look nice! I got most of it if you want to start wiping everything down with me.”

“Thank you. I was just on my way to light a candle over at Holy Name.”

“Is there a holiday or something?”

Juliette hadn’t really thought about how she was dressed, but with quarantine every event outside of the house felt like a holiday. She was wearing a simple black silk dress with cap sleeves, her favorite Chanel sandals, her grandmother’s diamond earrings and her grandfather’s crucifix. It was so hot and muggy she had pulled her hair up into a bun.

“Nothing like that my love. Guess some of the old traditions stuck.”

Juliette had attended parochial school through high school and had been a devout Catholic until her sophomore year at Notre Dame. There was no dramatic event, she simply experienced what most college kids experience - a deepened interest in other cultures and perspectives. She still said a prayer to St. Anthony when she couldn’t find something and no matter what she still gave up candy for lent.

“Ok well, I’m about to jump on a marathon Zoom call with L.A., so I’ll see you when you’re back. Thai for dinner tonight?”

“Absolutely.”

She washed her hands, grabbed her purse and mask and headed out the door. It was only a few blocks to Holy Name Cathedral and even through a mask, Juliette loved the air of a Chicago summer afternoon. Even during quarantine there was an energy that felt electric. It also felt sticky and she was glad for the air conditioning of the church.

No matter how far she was from the faith, Juliette could always find calm sitting in a church and today was no different. She crossed herself with holy water before entering and headed to the private chapel behind the altar. She was there to light a candle, but it was selfish. She hadn’t prayed in years, but it was worth a shot to get Ethan out of her head.

Although it had been a while since she’d been to church, Juliette’s steps were purposeful and she hardly needed to look up to find herself at the private door of the chapel. It was a small, dark door located at the end of a long hallway tucked behind the altar. The architecture was intended to make you feel as though you’re in a sacred and private place. It always made Juliette feel that way.

She opened the door to the chapel, stepped inside and took off her mask. It was dim inside, the illuminated crucifix on the wall and  the prayer candles providing the only light in the small room. As she walked towards the first pew she caught movement out of the corner of her eye and let out a gasp. She quickly put her mask back on.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“Jules?”

Juliette froze.

“Ethan?” With that Ethan stood up from his pew and walked over to Juliette. She could hardly believe it and when he got to her she gave him an awkward hug.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came back home to visit my folks right before the E.U. closed it’s borders.”

“Oh no...”

“Yeah...so now I’m living on the second floor of my parents place over in Lake Point Tower.”

“Wow...that’s...”

“A little challenging, yeah.”

“So what, you’re here lighting a candle asking Jesus to give you the strength to endure?”

Ethan laughed and looked down at his shoes. “Something like that.”

“No, but seriously, is everything ok?”

“Yeah, my Mom is meeting with the Monsignor about a donation that our family’s making - she asked me to tag along and now they’re off looking at cloisters or something and I needed a break.”

Juliette’s heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. She had come here to forget Ethan and here he was. Being this close to him made her body ache for his touch. She remembered it intimately, and for a moment was lost in the memory of Paris.

“Jules, you ok? Your cheeks are bright red.”

She came back to this moment, pulled down her mask and was angry that her blushing cheeks betrayed her.

“I am, sorry. It’s just hot. I should sit down.”

Ethan stepped aside and Juliette walked past him to the last pew. She kneeled and crossed herself before she slid down the bench. Ethan scooted in next to her. She pulled a small bottle of water out of her purse and took a sip. Some of the water spilled on her chest and as she looked for something to clean it off with Ethan handed her his silk handkerchief. She cleaned herself off and handed it back to him. He took a moment, then buried his face into it.

“Smells like vanilla.”

Juliette closed her eyes and held her breath. Her pussy was throbbing. Her nipples ached for him to suck. Without thought, she crossed her legs and arched her back, causing her to let out a very quiet moan. When she opened her eyes, she cocked her head to the side and looked down at the floor. Control yourself.  

She was taking deep breaths and that caused her tits to slowly rise and fall with emphasis. Juliette reached her hand up to the crucifix that was dangling between them and placed it between her lips. Control yourself. When she did this, she saw a shimmer of light shine off her engagement ring. She looked out from under her eyelashes towards Ethan.

His eyes were glued to her tits and he was noticeably hard - summer linen really didn’t hide much.

“Jules, I didn’t write because you’re engaged and I’m trying to be a good guy.”

Juliette nodded her head. “I understand. I’m trying to be good too.”

She took another sip of water and as she did, she lost her grip on the bottle. It slipped out of her hands, soaking the front of her dress and tumbling to the ground. She’d been so happy to be in the air conditioning, but the combination of the cold water and the cold air betrayed her modesty. She hadn’t worn a bra that day, so every bump of her hard nipples were visible as the silk clung to her body.

They both froze for a moment. Then Juliette turned to Ethan and grabbed the silk handkerchief again. She slipped the straps off her dress and pushed them down to her elbows to reveal her soaking wet tits. She was a 36F, but her tits were still firm with pale pink nipples that tipped up slightly. Juliette grabbed herself and began to gently dab her tits dry. She looked over at Ethan, took a deep breath and continued touching herself.

Ethan let out a low groan as he watched her. He was doing everything he could to be good, but when Juliette gently grabbed his head and pulled him towards her lap and arm, he didn’t resist. Juliette held Ethans head in her right arm and placed her nipple on his eager lips. “That’s good Ethan. Take it.” He grabbed her with his hands and began sucking and gently biting her nipple.

It was Juliette’s turn to groan. When they were in Paris, they had discovered a mutual passion for role play when he first began sucking her tits. It was something that she hadn’t explored with anyone else and the exhilaration she felt in that discovery was like nothing she had ever experienced. She bent over and kissed his forehead as he continued sucking on her.

“Does that feel good?”

Ethan looked up at her and nodded his head yes.

“Good. Do you want to feel even better?”

Again Ethan nodded yes.

She smiled at him as she reached her hand towards his pants. She grabbed his cock and started to slowly jerk him off. Her palm gently slid over the head of his cock and she used the precum to lube her hand. The only sounds that could be heard were the sucking of her tits and the rhythmic light slapping of her hand around his cock.

Juliette looked up to the altar and quickly begged for forgiveness, but Ethan’s insistent sucking pulled her back to him instantly. She had been stroking him and knew by the way he was sucking on her that he was close to cumming, so she gently pulled her tits away from his mouth and stopped stroking his cock.

“That’s enough for right now. I came here to light a candle and say a prayer.”

Ethan groaned and grabbed for her tits again. Juliette pulled back again and scolded him. He reluctantly sat up and started playing with his cock. Juliette grabbed his wrist and held it.

“If you can’t wait until I’m done, I’m going to have to make sure you wait until I finish.” She took his hands and made him sit on them. “Keep your hands under your legs until I come back from lighting my candle and saying a prayer.”

His hard cock was sticking out of his pants and the precum was dripping down the shaft. Juliette got on her knees and put her mouth near the tip. His cock was so close and she stuck her tongue out and got so close to it that he could feel her warm breath on him.

It took everything he had not to shove himself inside her mouth and he moved slightly in a desperate attempt to brush himself up against her, but she moved her head. “If you don’t touch yourself while I’m up there, I’m going to give you everything you want when I get back here. But you can’t touch yourself or put yourself away.” Then she took the handkerchief and covered his stiff cock.

Then Juliette left her tits hanging out of her dress, walked past him and went up to the front of the chapel to light a candle. As she passed the door, she locked it. As she lit her candle, she said a prayer out loud. “Lord, please make sure that Ethan is good and doesn’t touch his cock.” She walked up to the front of the chapel and stood at the altar.

“Ethan baby, are you still sitting on your hands?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to touch your cock?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to touch your cock?

“Oh fuck yes.”

“With my titties?”

“Please.”

“You said the magic word. Come up here to me.”

Ethan got up from his pew and walked to the altar where she was standing. Juliette leaned up against him, turned him around and he laid back on the alter. She grabbed his cock and rubbed the tip and all of it’s precum on her tit. He moaned as she gently twisted her necklace around the tip of his cock and flicked it lightly with her finger.

“Juliette. Please...”

“What Ethan? Please, what?”

“Please let me cum. I’ve been very good and I need to cum.”

Juliette smiled and unwrapped her necklace from his cock. She stood up pulled her panties down and then pulled the tip of his cock to her wet, bald pussy. Ethan pushed eagerly. Juliette kept him at bay.

“Ethan. You haven’t talked to me for 3 months. That’s not very nice. I don’t think that I should let you cum.”

“Please let me cum and I won’t do it again.”

“I’ll let you cum, but first I want to know that you’ll never not talk to me for 3 months again.”

“Never.”

“And I want to know that you’ll always suck on my titties when they ache for you to suck on them.”

“Always.”

Juliette loved to watch his cock twitch. She had gotten herself to the edge of cumming playing with him and wanted to have him explode all over her. Ethan stood against the altar as Juliette backed away, and she pulled her panties down a little off of her pussy and began rubbing her clit.

“Ethan, jerk yourself off into my panties baby. I want to walk home with your cum splashing against my pussy. It would make me so happy.”

Ethan began furiously jerking himself off. He pulled her top down and began sucking on one of her tits. She grabbed his other hand and stuck two fingers into her pussy. Ethan had been edging for so long that he started cumming as soon as he started fingering her pussy. He stifled a yell as he shot his hot load all over the front of her pussy and in her panties.

Juliette spread her pussy lips to make sure that she was covered in his cum. She took two of her fingers and began rubbing her pussy with his cum. She stuck them inside of her pussy, pulled them out and then pushed them into Ethan’s mouth. She then kissed him deeply to share.

When his cock finally stopped, she smiled at him as she pulled her cum filled panties up to her pussy. His cum spilled out and started to slowly roll down her upper thigh. Ethan put his cock away as Juliette fixed herself. She walked back to the pew, picked up her purse and mask and then went and unlocked the door.

She turned to him and said, “If you have your own floor at the tower, I’m assuming you have your own entrance?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Then I’ll be by tomorrow at 11 so you can suck my tits. If you’re a dirty boy when I get there, we’re going to have to take a bath so I know you’re clean.”

Ethan smiled...“I’ll see you then.”

Juliette walked out of the chapel and closed the door. She stood in the hallway for a moment to catch her breath, her head spinning. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. When she looked down the hallway, she saw Ethan’s mother, Teggy Stevens, and the Monsignor walking towards the little chapel. FUCK. Juliette attempted to make herself blend into the wall, but to no avail.

“Juliette? Juliette is that you?”

She composed herself and drew a deep breath. “Mrs. Stevens, hello! How lovely to run into you.”

The two of them quickened their pace as they headed towards Juliette. “What’s with this Mrs. Stevens nonsense? It’s Teggy! How is your family doing?”

Juliette chatted with Teggy and the Monsignor for a few moments, talking about all the latest news around Chicago. Who’s at which club, how the ladies of a certain set are handling the quarantine and how long and hot the summer felt already.

“Oh Juliette, it’s so lovely to see you. The Foundation is making a donation to the diocese, you know, during these horrible times we really must dig deep, anyway the Monsignor and I started talking and Ethan wandered off somewhere. Probably on the phone with work. The poor thing hasn’t stopped working since he got marooned here with his old Mum & Dad.”

At that moment, the chapel door opened and Ethan stepped out.

“Oh Ethan, there you are dove, mummy was looking absolutely everywhere for you. Look who I ran into! Juliette!”

Ethan turned to Juliette and nodded his head. “Hello Juliette, how nice to see you again.” Even with his mask on, Juliette could feel Ethan smiling.

“Ethan. Nice to see you as well. Your mother was just telling me how you wandered off from her earlier. She was worried you were working too hard. Shame on you for making your Mummy worry.” Juliette arched her eyebrow and cocked her head to the side, “Plus, I couldn’t imagine anyone working hard in such a beautiful church.”

It was Ethan’s turn to blush, and the Monsignor unknowingly came to his rescue.

“Speaking of working hard, I must apologize, I need to go prepare for this afternoon’s confession. Teggy, I’ll send over the rest of the paperwork to the foundation today.”

With that Teggy grabbed Juliette on one arm and Ethan on the other and talked a mile a minute as they headed out to the courtyard. Juliette looked at Ethan and couldn’t believe that she was walking arm in arm with his mother while her panties were filled with his cum. She was so lost in her thoughts that when she came back to the moment Teggy was looking at her smiling.

“Well dear?”

“Oh, I’m sorry Teggy, I...”

“Nevermind, I won’t take no for an answer, we’ll see you both tonight at 9:00. Luddy has a lovely summer menu planned, we’ll tell her to add two plates.”

Suddenly it dawned on Juliette that she was being asked to have dinner at their place and bring Miles. She couldn’t think of a worse idea.

“Oh, Teggy, I can’t. I mean, Miles is headed back to California tonight for the next 10 weeks.” Juliette purposely didn’t look at Ethan, “The studio is making the entire cast and crew quarantine together while they film.”

“Then you’ll be alone and need the company. We’ll see you at 9. We can have driver pick you up. I won’t take no for an answer.” and with that Teggy and Ethan were off down Michigan avenue.

Juliette stood on the sidewalk in front of the church. She had forgotten what it was like to be on the receiving end of midwestern hospitality. She took a moment to compose herself and headed home.

She was a block from her place when the skies opened up on her. Any other day she would have been annoyed, but today she was grateful. It gave her the perfect excuse to come home and jump right into the shower.

Miles was in their bedroom still on his call and packing up his suitcase. Juliette gave him a quick kiss, said hello to “the coast” and slipped into the shower. Her heart was pounding as she stood under the water and watched Ethan’s cum drip down her leg. Juliette, you are the worst. She began to wash her hair and as she was soaping up Miles came through the door.

“Jules! The car is here, I’ve gotta go. I’m coming in to kiss you.”

He popped his head into the shower and smiled. Juliette walked to the edge of the glass naked and soapy. Miles groaned, “Oh man...are you sure you don’t want to come with me? 10 weeks away is going to be torture.”

Juliette smiled. Juliette, you’re the worst, Miles is the best and fuck all the way off ma’am. “I would love nothing more than to spend 10 weeks in Palm Springs with all of you, but I need to finish my next book. I won’t be able to do that on set.”

Miles shook his head, “I know...it was worth a shot. There’s Thai in the fridge, sorry I couldn’t wait!” He grabbed her close and kissed her hard. “I’m going to miss you. I’ll see you in 10 weeks.” They kissed a little longer and he let her go.

“I’ll see you in 10 weeks. Text me when you’re there.”

His phone rang and it was his producer. “Yeah, I’ll be right there!” He gave her a quick kiss again and headed out the door.

Juliette felt a pang of guilt at how relieved she was to be alone in her apartment for the next 10 weeks. She took a long time in the shower and when she got out, she walked naked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of whiskey.

Juliette opened the windows of her apartment to listen to the sound of the cars driving through puddles down her street. “Hey Siri, please play Fiona Apple’s Tidal album.” She grabbed her laptop, set her alarm for 2 hours and sat down to begin writing.

It was dark out when her alarm rang and it was still raining. 7:30. She had made decent progress on her next chapter. All right. You’re going to get ready to go over to have dinner with the Stevens family. You’re going to be polite. You’re going to be pleasant and then you are going to leave.

Juliette checked the weather app and it was supposed to rain all night. Thunder cracked outside - as if emphasizing the point - and she parted her wet hair down the middle, slathered coconut oil through it and slicked her hair into a low ponytail. With the humidity she didn’t want to risk her hair turning into a frizz festival. Then she moisturized her body with cocoa butter, put on some red lipstick and mascara and walked to her closet.

When she opened the top drawer of her dresser she stared for a moment. Then she dug to the back of the drawer and pulled out a bra and panty set from Agent Provocateur. She had ordered the set the moment she returned from Paris. A simple black thong and cupless bra.

Just because you’re polite doesn’t mean you can’t feel like a badass underneath your dress. She slipped into them and looked at herself in the full length mirror at the end of her closet. Her tits looked amazing. They hung through the “cups” and were cradled underneath by the smallest bits of french silk, presenting her nipples up for the taking. She put on her large gold hoop earrings and matching gold bangles.

She had given herself a pedicure, so she chose her favorite open toed wedges which paired with her simple summer sun dress. 8:30. Perfect timing. Her phone rang.

“Miss Duquesne. This is Brad, your driver. I’m out front when you’re ready.”

“I’ll be right there.”

Juliette gave herself one final look and ran down to the waiting Range Rover. Chicago has an amber glow at night. Juliette loved that about the city. No other city in the world had an amber glow, and she was lost in thought about Chicago when the SUV pulled into the underground garage at the Steven’s place. Juliette loved the tower. It’s sensual curves a nod to Schipporeit’s love of Brancusi sculptures. Her parents lived in a traditional colonial up in Highland Park. It was lovely, but it wasn’t a sensual tower.

Brad got out of the car, called the elevator and opened the door for Juliette. She put adjusted her mask and got into the waiting elevator. Brad inserted his key into the panel and the doors closed, whisking her to the 60th floor.

Juliette hated elevators with a passion, but was grateful when she arrived at the 60th floor and the doors opened immediately. There were only two condos on the city side of the tower and for a moment, she stood in the lobby of the elevator bank unsure of which door to knock on. Thankfully, Luddy opened the door to the Steven’s place.

“Miss Juliette! How lovely to see you!”

She smiled with relief, “Luddy. You look wonderful, it’s been too long.” It had been years since Juliette had been here - not since Doug & Ethan’s graduation party. The place hadn’t changed. As Juliette took off her mask and put down her purse in the foyer, Mr. Stevens came bounding in from the kitchen.

“Little Juliette! How are you doing?” He was as gregarious as a retriever and hugged as hard as a linebacker. He had a booming laugh and when he said hello, he said hello!

Juliette smiled and leaned into his hug. “Hey Lars. It’s so nice to see you. I’m doing well.”

Lars gave her a good hug, pulled back and gave her a wink. “That’s a girl. I’m glad to have you over.” When he let go of her, he pulled a small wedge of cheese and salami out of his pocket. “Don’t tell the girls, I was nosing around in the kitchen.” Just as he popped them into his mouth, Teggy came in from the kitchen.

“Lars! I told you to stop sneaking snacks! We have guests.”

Lars smiled, grabbed Teggy and gave her a big kiss before she shooed him off to the living room.

“Guests, Teggy? I hope you didn’t go through any trouble on my account.”

“Oh no one really dear. Just our neighbors. We’ve been absolutely tied at the hip quarantining together. I just love to make a fuss and give Lars trouble.” Teggy winked at Juliette, put her arm around her and led her into the living room. When she walked in, she had to stifle a laugh. Ethan was standing near the far windows talking to his mother’s elderly neighbor Eleanor - who was holding on to his arm for dear life.

“Oh Ethan, you’re such a good boy. I have one lime rickey and I’m dancing on the ceiling.”

Teggy saw the situation and hurried over to help, “Eleanor, dear! Let’s get you some food!” Teggy was from Louisiana and had married Lars when he was in law school at Tulane. Despite being in the north for 40 plus years, she was a true southern belle at heart. She graciously grabbed Eleanor and led her into the kitchen.

Ethan looked at Juliette’s body for longer than he should have and finally broke his gaze, met her eyes and smiled at her. His gaze sent electricity through her body. Keep it together. Here for dinner and then home. She reached out to say hello and Ethan stood up straight and gave her a perfunctory greeting.

Juliette was confused, but Ethan looked at her begging forgiveness and then walked towards a tall leggy blonde. “Darling.” Ethan and her embraced as he led her to Juliette. “Please allow me to introduce you to Juliette Duquesne. She’s a family friend. Juliette, my fiancee, Emily.”

Emily stretched her hand out to Juliette and smiled warmly. “Oh Juliette, it’s so lovely to meet you.” Juliette was stunned. She had no right to be jealous or hurt, but she was blindsided and having a hard time hiding it from Emily. There was an awkward moment and she composed herself enough to reply.

“Emily. So nice to meet you. Congratulations.” Juliette engaged in small talk and then excused herself to the restroom. She almost sprinted to the powder room and locked herself in. What the fuck are you doing here Jules? You’re engaged, he’s engaged...you’ve got to act like an adult! It didn’t matter what she thought, she started to cry a little bit...like an idiot. She turned the water on to splash her face. Fuck all if she wasn’t turning bright red.

There was a soft knock at the door.

“Jules?”

It was Ethan and she wanted to him to go away.

“Ethan. Go the fuck away.”

“Jules, let me explain.”

“There’s no need. We belong to other people and I was stupid to think that we could...” Her voice began to crack and she stopped. “To think that we could. End statement.”

Ethan leaned his head against the door.

“Does it make a difference if I say I’m sorry and I wish it was different?”

Juliette turned the water off and opened the door quickly. “No. It fucking doesn’t.” She stormed pass Ethan and joined the dinner party.

Over the course of the evening, she learned that Emily was heading to the airport to catch the red eye back to New York. She was an associate in Ethan’s office and had been instrumental in the Paris office launch. Emily was funny, well bred and absolutely a nice person and Juliette still fucking hated her.

Brad came to the door at 10:45 to take Emily to O’Hare. She left with fanfare and Juliette was glad to see her go.

The rest of the party sat around having desert and drinks for another 45 minutes. Eleanor stood up and announced that she wanted to go up on the roof to sit and gaze at the stars. She was; however, incredibly hammered and was not to be trusted to her own devices.

Ethan, being the gentleman he was, offered to escort Eleanor up to the roof for a few moments and then get her back to her apartment. Eleanor jumped at the offer. “All right good looking. Take me to the moon!”...and off they went.

Juliette finished up her drinks and began to help with the dishes, despite Teggy’s protests. When they finished the dishes, Teggy called for Brad to take Juliette home. He was stuck in traffic near O’Hare and wouldn’t be home for another 30 minutes.

“Teggy, it’s fine. Really. I’ll just call an Uber.”

She was at the door when Ethan came walking through the door.

“Oh Ethan! Brad’s still at O’Hare, would you be able to take Juliette home? I don’t want her taking the Uber’s home. They won’t make sure that she makes it to her door.”

Juliette started to protest, but Teggy cut her off before she even started.

“Juliette. I would never forgive myself if we didn’t make sure you got home safely. What would I tell your mother? I insist. Ethan will take you home.”

Juliette looked down and grabbed her things. “All right. Thank you Teggy. Please thank Lars for me.”

Teggy giggled, “Oh Lars. He can’t hold his whiskey for anything. He loved seeing you. Please don’t be a stranger dear, we absolutely adore you.” And with that she stumbled off towards the master bedroom as Luddy finished putting the dishes away.

Ethan and Juliette were left standing near the doorway. Juliette looked at the floor and mumbled, “I can seriously call an Uber.” Ethan wasn’t sure exactly how to react and stood silent for a minute.

“Jules. Let me take you home.”

“No.”

Ethan didn’t know what to say and Juliette was just as confused. He wasn’t hers, she wasn’t his, but she was mad about Emily. It was stupid and she hated it!

They stood there for another minute and Ethan reached out to touch her arm. “If you won’t let me take you home, come upstairs with me and look at the moon.”

Juliette was feeling particularly bratty and looked at him, “It’s raining you can’t see the moon.”

Ethan had lost his patience and grabbed her arm, “Then come upstairs with me and look at my bedroom.”

She hated to admit it, but she wanted to go up to his bedroom. She didn’t want to go back home. She wanted to fuck him. She relaxed a little bit and looked into his eyes. Ethan’s grip tightened around her arm and he pulled her close. He didn’t say a word, but he took a deep breath and held it. Luddy yelled from the kitchen, “Good night Mr. Ethan.”

“Good night Luddy, thank you.”

The lights of the kitchen clicked off and the two of them were left in the darkness of the hallway.

Juliette moved closer to Ethan and quietly reached for his cock. It was hard and pressing agains the zipper of his paints. The household was quiet and she was emboldened by darkness. She leaned to his ear and whispered, “Take me upstairs.”

Silently, Ethan led her through the house to the service entrance. They slipped through the door and up the stairs to Ethan’s floor. As they walked up the stairs, they could barely keep their hands off of each other. When Ethan opened the door to his floor he no longer tried to keep his hands off of Juliette.

He pawed at the buttons down the front of Juliette’s sun dress and greedily kissed the side of her neck. Juliette’s jealousy quickly faded and turned into lust. She leaned her head back as Ethan’s mouth worked it’s way towards her tits.

Ethan began to unbutton her dress and eagerly reached in to grab her, but Juliette stopped his groping hands. “No, no. You don’t get them until I know you cleaned your room.”

Ethan stood up and groaned. He reached down to hold his cock and Juliette grabbed his hand - “Ethan. You can’t play yet. Take me to your room”

He led her down the hallway to his room. It was gorgeous. Overlooking the city skyline. The bed faced the windows and the amber glow of Chicago made the need for lights unnecessary. Juliette looked around at the entire room as Ethan stood tentatively in the doorway.

She walked to the windows and looked out at the city, then turned back to Ethan. “Make me a drink.” She sat in the Eames recliner near the windows as she watched Ethan walk over to the bar in his room. As he made her a drink, she unbuttoned the front of her dress to reveal her tits.

Ethan turned around and nearly dropped the drink when he saw her there. She sat on the Eames with her tits framed by her ‘bra’ - her nipples exposed and begging for him to suck on them. He got so hard that it was almost painful. He stopped for a moment and then walked over to her with drink in hand. He handed it to her and stood awkwardly for a moment.

Juliette took the drink, had a sip and looked up and him and smiled. “Thank you, this is a wonderful drink. You can sit down on the floor next to me if you’d like.”

Dutifully, Ethan sat down next to her. His head on her lap, staring at her tits with longing. Juliette loved this, but pretended not to notice. She began stroking Ethan’s hair and sipping her drink.

Ethan hesitantly reached his hand up to her tit. She moved herself away from him ever so slightly and then bent down to whisper in his ear. “Tell me what you want me to do baby. Tell me.” Ethan closed his eyes at the thought of what he wanted to do to her and didn’t say anything.

Juliette saw his cock twitch in his pants. “I know you want me to do “something”, your cock is telling me what you want.”

Ethan exhaled hard. “I want to suck your tits.”

She smiled. “You want to suck my tits, what?”

Ethan took a moment. “I want to suck your tits...please.”

Juliette smiled, positioned herself over him and leaned down to Ethan. She pressed her nipples against him and rubbed them down his face as she brought her face to his. She gently kissed and bit his lips. Her pussy was planted firmly in his lap and she began to dry hump him.

“You’ve been very good and very polite. And because you’ve been very good, I’m going to give you my titties to suck on.”

Juliette stood up and moved over to his bed. She sat near the headboard with her dress unbuttoned to display her big tits and her legs spread wide. She nestled a pillow against her leg and motioned for Ethan to come over.

“Come over here Ethan. Take your pants off and come suck on my tits.”

Ethan took his pants off and his glorious cock stood straight up against his stomach. He walked to the bed and crawled up to Juliette’s tits. He laid back against the pillow and Juliette laid her tit down to his lips.

He hungrily gobbled at her with his mouth and hand. With his other hand, he grabbed her nipple and began pinching it. Juliette groaned with pleasure. Ethan’s sucking and licking made her pussy throb with anticipation. The more he sucked, the more she was turned on.

Juliette began pushing Ethan’s face into her tits as he tried to get her hands to touch his cock. It had so much precum at the tip that he reached down and smeared it all over his hands and his shaft. Juliette watched him as he began to stroke himself.

“Does that feel good?”

Ethan shook his head, momentarily stopped his sucking and said, “It feels good, but you can make me feel better.”

“How can I make you feel better?”

“Let me rub my precum on your tits.”

Juliette nodded her head yes and Ethan shifted himself so that the tip of his cock was touching her nipple. He stroked himself and watching her fat tit bounce up and down at the end of his cock got him even more excited. He stood up a little bit more and brought his cock to her lips. With a tip full of precum he smeared her red lipstick as he pushed himself into her mouth.

Ethan looked down at her red lips wrapped around his cock and began fucking Juliette’s mouth - slowly. “I want your pussy now.”

Juliette looked up at him and relaxed her throat to take all of his cock. She was at the base of his cock and when she pulled back she left two red lip marks on his belly. A long string of spit strung from the tip of his cock to her lips.

“What do you want from my pussy?”

Now Ethan returned the favor and ran the tip of his cock from her lips all the way down her tits until he was between her legs. “I want all the cum you have in your pussy.”

Juliette smiled, “Well baby, some of it is yours.”

He wasted no time lifting up her skirt and taking off her panties. His cock found her wet, hot slit and thrust himself all the way in her. She felt so good that he stayed there for a moment and laid his body on top of her and simply started grinding.

The weight of his body felt amazing and the way that he was grinding he was rubbing her clit. Fuck. Juliette couldn’t think of anything else except her rising orgasm. She wrapped her legs around Ethan and whispered in his ear, “Fuck me baby. Fuck me.”

Ethan began pounding her and pulled himself off of her to watch her tits jiggle when he did. The harder he fucked her, the more desperate he was to suck her tits. He laid his body close to her, laid his head against her chest and began sucking on her tit while he was fucking her. It was absolute heaven for the both of them.

As Ethan got closer to cumming, his sucking got more intense and deeper. The rhythm of his tongue combined with his cock in her pussy brought Juliette to orgasm. As she came, she wrapped her legs tighter around him and he began to cum inside of her pussy. It felt amazing and Juliette had another orgasm from the feeling of his hot cum coating her inside.

When he was done, Ethan simply laid himself up against the side of her body and kept her tit in his mouth. Juliette let him stay attached to her. They sat like that for a long time. Ethan gently sucking on her tit and his cum slowly leaking out of her pussy. Her legs still wide and her dress still on.

Eventually, Ethan let go of her tit and she took the opportunity to get up to grab her drink. She found her purse and grabbed a cigarette so she could sit in the Eames and watch the storm while having a drink and smoking. Maybe she could figure out what this thing was that was happening between the two of them.

Ethan was laying in bed and he said, “Please stay with me tonight.” Juliette was sitting on the Eames staring out the window. She didn’t say anything. She just took a sip of her drink and lit her cigarette.

He got up out of bed and stood behind her. “Stay with me tonight. I need you.” Juliette turned back towards him and placed her forehead on his stomach. “Fuck Ethan. I need you too.”

Ethan reached his hand under her chin and gently lifted her face. He put his thumb on her lips and she opened her mouth to gently suck and nibble on it. She took a deep breath, rolled her tongue around his thumb and fed it back to her lips. With his thumb resting on her wet lips she looked up, “I really fucking need you.”

He groaned and the warmth of her breath on his stomach made him ache for her mouth wrapped around his cock. Juliette stuck her tongue out and began to break a trail from his belly down to the base of his cock. Ethan was still sticky from her cum and she ran her tongue across the top of his cock, making sure she left him clean as she traveled to the tip.

Just as she was about to take him back into her mouth they heard the front door open. They both froze, and then realized it was Brad loading in some luggage.

“Bro! I’m here.”

Ethan looked down at Juliette and let his head slump against his chest. “Fuck. It’s Ian. I forgot he was coming in tonight.”

Juliette lightly kissed the tip of his cock.

“I guess I’ll take that as a sign from the universe and ask Brad for a ride home.”

As they gathered their clothes, Ethan tried to persuade her that she should spend the night.

“Jules, don’t go. Stay. Ian’s got his own room on the other side of the place.”

The commotion from the hallway grew closer to Ethan’s room and before she could object Ian burst through the door.

“What, no welcome or hello? Rude.”

As soon as Ian entered, he noticed that Juliette was sitting on the Eames.

“Oh fuck. Jules. Hello! Did I interrupt something?”

Juliette grabbed her bag, walked over and hugged Ian.

“No Ian. It’s nice to see you again. I was just leaving.”

She walked out to the hallway and called after Brad, who was happy to oblige her with a ride back to her apartment. As they entered the elevator, Ethan came to the door.

“Let’s talk later?”

Juliette had her mask on her face, so he couldn’t decipher anything other than the slight head nod. She was grateful for the ambiguity that it provided. The entire ride home she kept playing the night over on a loop in her head. What the fuck is going on Juliette. You’ve got to get your shit together.

Brad pulled up outside of her place, and as Juliette was getting out of the car Brad looked at her through the rearview.

“I won’t be making any picks up from the airport for the rest of the summer.”

Juliette paused and nodded her head as she exited. Brad waited until she was inside the door of her townhouse and once she was inside her phone buzzed. It was Ethan. Breakfast? She double tapped a heart and headed up to bed.

The next morning Juliette woke up stretched across the entirety of her king sized bed. It was still raining out and there was nothing more that she loved than being lazy in her bed on a rainy day. She grabbed her phone and there was a message from Miles. Made it in late, didn’t want to wake you. Hot as balls. XO.

Juliette laughed to herself. Miles may have been a screenwriter but his brevity was second to none. As she rolled back over to snuggle into her pillow her front doorbell rang.

She laid back in the bed and stared up at the ceiling. Fuck. She waited a moment, unsure of what she was waiting for until the doorbell rang again and then she got out of bed.

Juliette opened the door. Ethan was standing there soaked to the bone and holding a box of Dunkin’ Donuts. She couldn’t help but laugh at him - he looked like a human rain drop.

“Ethan! Get in here before you turn into a puddle.”

“I brought donuts, but they were no match for the rain, sorry.” The box of donuts sagged sadly in his hand.

Juliette was trying very hard to not find him adorable, but it was difficult. She grabbed the donuts and headed back up the stairs to grab a towel.

“Stay right there and take off your clothes! I’ll be right back with a towel and we can put everything into the dryer.”

When she came back with the towel he was still in his clothes in her foyer. She stood at the top of the stairs, looked down at him and smiled.

“I thought I told you to take your clothes off so I could throw them in the dryer.”

“I wasn’t sure I heard you correctly.”

Juliette slowly descended the stairs.

“I think you heard me correctly. I think that you just wanted me to tell you again.”

She moved slowly towards him and pressed her body against his. He was so wet that he soaked her t-shirt. When he looked down at her, he could see her nipples were hard and pressing through her wet shirt. She smiled at him again.

“Take off your clothes Ethan.”

He undressed and left his clothes in a wet puddle at his feet. He was still wearing his boxer briefs. Juliette gazed at them and then back up at him.

“They’re not wet?”

Ethan shook his head no and Juliette reached down to touch them. Her hand grazed the front of him and then came up to his waistband. She stuck her hand under it lightly and began to lightly touch him as she made her way to his cock. She grabbed it gently and cupped his balls.

“Hm. I guess they’re not wet. Grab your clothes and follow me into the laundry room.”

Obediently he grabbed his clothes and followed behind her. Once they got into the laundry room she stood in front of him. She cocked her head to the side and said, “Put your clothes in the dryer, but don’t turn it on yet.”

Ethan did as she asked and then stood awkwardly for a few moments. Juliette began to take off her t-shirt.

“You got my t-shirt wet.”

She was completely naked. She handed her t-shirt to him.

“Please put my t-shirt in too, thank you.”

He did as she asked.

Juliette smiled and pressed herself against the front of him and again put her hands down his waistband and grabbed his cock. This time, her fingers found his tip and the reservoir of precum. She lightly rubbed it around, then pulled her hand out and placed her fingers in her mouth and began sucking.

“Mmm...seems wet.”

Ethan shook his head yes, took off his boxer briefs and placed them in the dryer. Juliette closed the door and turned it on. She looked around for a moment, put her hands on her hips and looked at Ethan.

“What should we do while we wait for the dryer to finish?”

Ethan stood silent for a moment.

“Is there something that you want to do with me Ethan? I’m sure you didn’t come over here just to do laundry.”

“No, I didn’t.” He put his hands on her hips and slid them down to her pussy. Spreading her lips. “I want to kiss you.”

Juliette smiled, “You can kiss me.”

Ethan got on his knees. Her pussy lips were open and a thick string of precum was stretched across them. He started by gently kissing her clit and running his fingers along her lips. She was so slippery that his fingers slipped inside of her pussy easily.

Juliette pulled him up by his shoulders and led him to her bedroom. He laid down on the bed and Juliette climbed on top of his face. Ethan continued to eat her pussy and reached up to grab her nipples.

Before she started cumming she lifted herself off his face and crawled down to his cock. She began kissing it lightly and it twitched with anticipation.

“Please don’t tease me Juliette.”

She smiled at him again. “I would never tease you if I wasn’t going to give you everything you wanted. Stand up and fuck my mouth.”

Juliette climbed off the bed, got on her knees and readied herself to take Ethan’s cock. He rubbed the tip over her lips as she stuck her tongue out begging for him. He grabbed the back of her head and slowly thrust his cock to the back of her throat. Juliette gagged a little bit and her eyes watered, but Ethan pushed a tiny bit more.

When he pulled out, he took the his spit and precum covered cock and smeared it over Juliettes face. He pushed it back into her mouth again and began fucking her. Slowly at first and then with more intensity. He brought himself all the way out and motioned for Juliette to lay on the bed.

He got on top of her and began rubbing the tip of his cock on her nipples. Juliette reached onto her bedside table for coconut oil and slathered her tits. She pushed them together and Ethan plunged his cock between them.

It was an incredible feeling and with each thrust, Juliette was able to stick her tongue out and lick the tip of his cock. Ethan began fucking her tits harder and Juliette knew he wanted to cum, so she stopped him.

Ethan groaned.

“Not yet baby. I want to sit on you.”

“I’m not sure how long I’ll last if you grind on top of me.”

Juliette wiggled out from underneath him and as he sat back on the bed she sat down on top of his cock and pressed her slippery tits against his chest.

“You’ll last long enough for me to cum.”

Ethan shook his head yes and Juliette began to slowly grind back and forth on his cock. Her clit was rubbing against him and she could feel his cock pulsing in her. Every once in a while she would stop mid grind until she felt him stop. She started to grind again, but this time, she pulled herself up off his cock until only the tip was in her. Ethan tried to push his hips up but Juliette stopped him by turning around to sit on him reverse cowgirl.

Ethan put his hands on her ass and spread her open as she lifted up and showed him her pussy. It looked amazing with his cock stuffed inside. He watched as she moved up and down until he couldn’t help himself. He grabbed on to her and began pumping faster.

Juliette turned her head and looked back at him. “Ask me nicely.”

“May I cum?”

“Where?”

“In your pussy?”

Juliette slowed him down momentarily.

“May I please cum in your pussy?”

Juliette stopped moving altogether. She enjoyed feeling him squirm under her hips. She took a moment and said, “Ethan. You can cum now.”

Ethan began pumping furiously into her pussy. Slamming her ass on him over and over until he came ropes of cum into her pussy. Juliette lifted herself up high enough on his cock that the last few pumps of his cum squirted all over her.

She lowered herself all the way down on him again and loved the way she felt when she was filled with his cock and cum. She turned back to face him. Well fuck, this is going to be something.

[pippafitzamobi]

just me

It’s that time of the term when I’m ready to do everything except real work. Here’s the result. All 2158 words of it.

Also can be found on ao3.

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The brisk of fresh air fills my lungs as I take a deep breath and close my eyes leaning against the huge tree. The surface of the trunk scratches my bare arms, and I welcome the sensation. The ache to feel anything except this overwhelming numbness I’m experiencing is taking over me again.

The past few days have been a whirlwind of inexplicable joy and painful revelations. The more I find out about myself the more I realize that there is to lose. 

It's no longer just about me, my sanity, my freedom. 

It's no longer just about Aaron, his wounds, his obligations. 

Somewhere along the way we've made friends, grew attachments. 

Something that was once an unfathomable concept for me: a poor, crazy girl destined for nothing but solitude. I am no longer alone. Now, I know the truth or at least a scrap of it. There is still so much to uncover, I can feel it, something escapes me and I’m too afraid to look closer.

We're all connected by the invisible thread of pain and now it's wrapping around our necks trying to strangle us into submission. 

I can't let that happen. 

I won’t let that happen.

Everyone is counting on me, on us, to end all of this once and for all. 

“Chiquitita tell me what’s wrong” a cracked, out-of-tune voice comes from the other side of the tree.

Kenji.

I've been a bad friend lately. So consumed with myself that I did not even once stop and thought about anyone else. I should do better. Kenji deserves better. The best of me, the best of anything really. He has been there for me and with me through it all. And I left him on his own when he was falling apart. 

“You really shouldn’t be out of bed yet.”

He ignores me, gazing somewhere deep into the darkness ahead of him. "So, what are we sulking about today, princess?"

My left shoulder rest against the tree as I turn to get a better look at him.

He looks tired, worn. An echo of a lively soul he once was.

What I wouldn't give to put my hands on Nazeera right now – if it wouldn’t be for a fact that my best friend is in love with her.

"I'm sorry."

The wind carries my words through the silence that settles between us as Kenji nods his head in understanding.

I love that about us. There’s no second-guessing, no questioning looks or doubts.

He gets it. Of course, he does. I don't know if there is any other person in the world who understands me as he does. 

What Aaron and I have exists on a different level of us. It’s more raw, rugged, soaked with everything we are and what we’ve done.

My connection with Kenji is not something that can be easily explained with words - it needs to be felt. And the fact that I don’t need to explain it to him is the best testimony to that.  What we have goes beyond anything familiar, beyond anything romantic. With each other, we can just be. And to people like us, that’s everything.

Especially since lately I’m not sure who I’m supposed to be anymore.

“Look J.” He slings a look down at me from the corner of his eye. ”I’m not angry with you. I could never be angry with for trying to rest and be happy,” he stops to release a loaded sigh, “but yeah..."

A broken laugh escapes him and something breaks a little inside me.

“It’s completely ridiculous when I think about it. I survived two decades of some serious shit without you and...,” he falls quiet for a moment. “I guess I should get used to not having you around.”

At that, I push away from the tree and stand in front of him frowning in confusion.

“What are you talking about?”

His lips tug in a small, pitiful smile and I suddenly struggle with an urge to punch him in the face.

“Come on, Jello, don’t be dense. We both know that when all of this is over you will go off to live somewhere far with the pretty boy and have a herd of his tiny megalomaniacal replicants.”

For a second I’m speechless. The sheer force of anger and shock that comes over me almost knocks me back. 

“I'm not leaving you.” It’s all I manage to say.

“Oh, that's so sweet. You are so sweet.”

I hate him.

“Tell me: are we going to live in the same neighbourhood? Or maybe even better! The same house. Do you think Prince Discharming would mind if we got a bunk bed, for you and me?  He can sleep underneath it, I suppose.”

My hands start to shake. “Kenji…”

“I don't want you to hold yourself back for my benefit. If anyone on this godforsaken world deserves a happy ending it's you. Even if it's with Warner.”

“Stop it. Just stop-p,” my voice cracks, my body shakes, my heart has abandoned me. “Stop saying things, I don’t want your stupid words.”

I shove his hand away as he tries to grab me and get closer to him, so close that I feel his warm breath on my face as I crane my neck to be able to look him in the eye.

I can’t believe him. That he would dare to think something like that. After everything, he thinks I could just get up and leave? Leave him, of all people?

“You listen to me now, you're not getting rid of me so easily. War or no war, we stick together, you understand? You and I have a long future in ahead of us and I expect you to be there.”

Something inside of him is brewing and breaking and mending all at once and I can see the change starting in his eyes, his face softening, his knees bending as he falls on the ground exhausted.

We’ve all been through so much, too much perhaps, that at times I wonder whether surviving it all is within our reach. I start to believe some of us were designed to cruise from one heartbreak to another until there will be nothing of us left, but a road wasted good intentions.

After a while, I join sitting beside him on the greenest grass I’ve ever seen, waiting for one us to speak.

“So, now that we got that out of our system, do you mind telling me what’s up with your sudden need for breathing exercises?”

How can I form into words what I myself don’t understand?

“Hey,” he says softly, nudging me with his shoulder.

 “I just feel I haven’t processed everything as well as I thought I have. And the chances that I will get time to do that are substantially small.”

“What’s there to process?”

I raise my eyebrow at him meaningfully, and he smirks in response.

“No, seriously. The only new thing is that you have a sister and are apparently from Australia–”

“New Zeeland, actually”

“...everything else is pretty much the same.”

“Is that so?”

He starts ticking off on his fingers, “Parents? Still shitty. Your taste in men? Still questionable. Superpowers? Unfairly high. The rest is only made of insignificant detail that will make you feel shitty the more you think about it. So...you know, don’t think.”

With a sigh I toss my face up to the sky, “Easier said than done.”

Stretching his long legs out in front of him, he crosses them at the ankles, while folding his arms across his chest, and leans back against the tree. “People put too much value into thinking. Thinking hasn’t changed anything in the world. Sure, sometimes it’s a good thing to do, but most of the time if you want to have something you have to get it done.”

He stops me before I get to say anything.

“And what we want right now is Adam and James back, Anderson dead, and your sister not pulling a plug on all of this,” Kenji points around them at the reminder of what her sister is exactly capable of.

“You make it all sound so simple. But I don’t even know who is supposed to pull it all off.”

“What do you mean ‘who’?” he frowns. “We are. You, me and the rest of them.”

“Yes, but...me as who? Juliette or Ella?”

His mouth opens in silent realization.

“Oh, Jesus, is it what it’s all about? Your name?��

“No, it’s not just that. It’s...what it mean..ugh…”.The frustration sweeps through me cresting in my chest. “I can’t explain it logically.” 

“Maybe because it lacks any logic, hm?” he squints his left eye at me as to emphasise his point.

Suddenly, my head starts to feel heavy so I let it rest on my knees. Communicating your problems is difficult when you don’t know what the problem is, or even if there is one. But I keep feeling this pressure in my skull and weight in my heart, so I need to try, try to speak about something I don’t even dare to think about.

“It’s like this,” I close my eyes and let words flow. “I was born as Ella, that’s who I am to Aaron and to my sister, and to many others who knew me since I was a child. But then I became Juliette, not by my own volition, but that’s who I’ve been for over a decade of my life. And it’s Juliette who discovered the true potential of her powers, it’s Juliette who rebelled, it’s her who fell in love and it’s her who made all of those wonderful friends. But Juliette is a creation of horrible design, but then again so is Ella. “

I open my eyes at last. They feel gritty. My throat is so dry I can't swallow the wad that despair lodged inside of it.  

“There are times I’m not sure which I am, and which I’m supposed to be.”

It is dark, but I can still see him, looking at me like he’s seeing me for the first time, noticing something he hasn't before. His expression gentle, understanding, and surprisingly sharp, almost determined.

Kenji knows. 

“Your name is just that. A name. Bunch of letters put together that don’t mean a thing. And don’t say a single thing about you.” He leans in closer, pulling me in with his eyes. “What do they mean? Did everything you went through as Juliette became erased when you found out your birth name?”, he shakes his head, “No.”

“Did your family stop exist when you were living as Juliette?”, he shakes it again, “No.”

His hand finds her in the dark. “You’re badass, you know that, don’t you? You survived hell and you keep coming back because you want to help people. It doesn't matter whose daughter you are and who is your sister, not even who are you dating right now. You can’t figure out which name to use? Use both, use neither. Choose a new one. For the first time in your life, you’re free to make a choice for yourself. Do you know how powerful that is, J? To be free? To be you? Because you've got to be you. No one else can.”

He knows he knows he knows

Me

With tears in my eyes I reach for him and he tugs me closer. I don’t need any powers to feel him, the certainty that there will always be at least one person who will understand me.

“Ella!”

Kenji groans against me and glares over his shoulder at approaching Aaron.

“I swear he has some sort of radar when it comes to you. Are you sure he didn’t implant any microchip into your skull? Actually never mind. I’m gonna check myself.”

He continues to work his fingers on my head until I elbow him, laughing. 

“Kenji!”

We're standing up, smiling at each other as if we have no other worries in the world, and at this moment I’ve never been more grateful that amidst all the tragedy in our lives we’ve found our ways to each other.

“Thank you,” I say, hoping it conveys all the gratitude and love I feel for him.

He messes up my hair, the way an older sibling might do a younger, to break the tension, but mostly because he knows I hate it when he does that. 

Throwing his arm over my much smaller frame, he starts walking towards the camp. “So, how about that plan? How much are we going to make Anderson suffer? I vote extremely much, the Spider-Man 3 level of pain.”

I may not know everything about my past yet, and my future might be even more uncertain than ever, but what I do know, is that this, this is the best side of love. And there’s no chance I’m losing that.

[ariadenassau]

AMERICANA TASK 001

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE (OOC)

name: Ariadne Marie de Nassau 

meaning of name: Ariadne is a Greek name, meaning “chaste” or “most holy”. Marie is a French version of Mary, and the meaning is debated, but can mean “sea of sorrow” or “rebellion”. Her last name, de Nassau, is literally “of Nassau” — she is a part of the House of Nassau. 

aliases: Aria is her nickname from childhood and her preferred name. 

place of birth: Brigham and Women’s Hospital in Boston, Massachusetts. 

race: Caucasian 

nationality: Dual citizenship with France and the United States. 

gender: Cis-female

sexuality: Mostly heterosexual

profession: A freelance journalist

eye color: Dark brown

hair style/color: Straight, chestnut brown hair to her shoulders, usually partly braided or in a plait.

height: 5’4” (164 cm)

clothing style: Simple, tailored, and clean-cut, Aria dresses in neutrals and soft materials. She's partial to creamy ivories and tans as opposed to bright colors, with the occasional baby pinks. The only jewelry she wears is a simple gold pendant and a sapphire ring, her birthstone.

best physical feature: Her eyes — both soft and piercing at the same time, the eyes are truly the window to Aria’s soul. 

appearance: Very soft and muted, yet luxurious. Aria is from wealth, which shows, but she never flaunts it. She doesn’t wear much makeup and avoids showing too much skin. She looks professional and pretty, but not someone you’d turn around and look at twice in New York. 

weight: 110 lbs (50 kg) 

complexion: Fair during the winter, slightly tanner during the summer, as Aria darkens easily under the sun. 

build: Slight and petite, she is quite skinny and small, without very many curves. 

voice: Gentle, she rarely speaks over a shout. She doesn’t like to yell and upturns the ends of her sentences, as if she’s always a bit unsure of herself. She has a slight British/European accent from her upbringing abroad. 

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE (OOC)

fears: Spiders, roller-coasters, and disappointing her parents — although she is working on that last one, 

guilty pleasure: The Bachelor. Aria will never admit to watching them, as she finds the entire idea trashy and degrading, but somehow, she turns it on every week when its airing with popcorn and a glass of wine. 

biggest pet peeve: People who chew on their food loudly (bad table manners in general, really.) 

ambition for the future: To find out who was behind Abby’s killing and write an entire expose on it. 

one bad habit: Popping her pimples and skin blemishes.

one good habit: Washing the dishes immediately after she uses them.

one habit they can’t break: Her daily iced coffee (or two) from Starbucks.

one they’ve broken: Chewing on her nails. 

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS (OOC)

first thoughts waking up: “I need coffee.” 

what they think about the most: Deep-set anxieties about her future and identity as an individual person. 

what they think about before bed: All the errands and things she needs to accomplish tomorrow. 

what they think their best quality is: Intelligence and writing ability. 

what they think would completely break them: Finding love, and then losing it. 

what they think was the best thing in their life: Discovering that she had a long-lost sister, and getting to reconnect with her. 

what they think was the worst thing in their life: Losing that long-lost sister. 

what seemingly insignificant memories stuck with them: Her childhood piano teacher smacking her fingers when she’d play the wrong notes. 

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER? (OOC)

single or group dates: Neither — Aria hates dates. 

to be loved or respected: Respected.

beauty or brains: Brains. 

dogs or cats: Dogs. 

coffee or tea: Coffee. 

showering in the day or night: Showering at night. 

taking baths or taking showers: Taking showers. 

tv or movies: Movies. 

writing or reading: Writing. 

platonic or romantic love: Platonic.

iced tea or lemonade: Iced tea. 

ice cream or smoothies: Smoothies. 

cupcakes or cake: Cupcakes. 

beach or mountains: Mountains. 

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU? (IC) 

lie: “Yes — it’s a way to get information that I want out of people. But I never lie to hurt anyone.” 

believe in yourself: “I hope that I do. I think that I do. Maybe not.” 

believe in love: “I think love is out there, but I don’t know how to find it or if it even exists for me.” 

want someone: “Maybe.”  

work so that you can support your hobbies or use your hobbies as a way of filling up the time you aren’t working: “Well — neither. Writing is both my work and my hobby. So I guess I lucked out.” 

have something you’re reluctant to tell people: “My ‘royal’ status. It doesn’t mean anything.”  

have an opinion about sex: “It’s something lovely that can make two people’s bonds stronger, but...  I don’t know. I don’t think I have a strong opinion either way.” 

have many friends: “I have many acquaintances from work and school, but close friends? Probably not.” 

have as many friends as you want: “Yes. I’m a bit of a loner, you see.” 

have something to make a scene in public about: “God, I hope not.” 

have something to give your life for: “A hundred percent — my career, my writing, and figuring out what the hell happened to Abby.” 

have major flaws: “I… get too attached to people. It goes along with having such little close friends. The friends I do have, I keep very close to my heart, which means when I lose them… well, my world falls apart.” 

have something you pretend or try to care about: “Um — politics?” 

have an image you project: “I think I try to come off as more self-confident than I am. I’m also very polite to most people, even if I don’t particularly think the person is deserving of it.” 

have something you’re afraid of: “Isn’t everyone afraid of something?” 

think you’re polite or rude: “Definitely polite.” 

LAYER SIX: FAVORITES (IC) 

favorite color: “Hm. I love baby pink, but I also love cream and ivory as well.” 

favorite animal: “Polar bears. They’re so majestic!” 

favorite movie: “Lost in Translation. It was such a beautifully shot movie!” 

favorite game: “I don’t play very many games.” 

sound: “Oh! — the sound of sunny winter mornings back when I was in school in Gstaad. You can hear it when you open a window; the chilly breeze, the sound of snow underneath people’s feet… I miss it.” 

song: “It changes, really, but I can always listen to anything by Frank Sinatra.” 

band: “Is it cliche if I say The Beatles?” 

outfit: “Well, it certainly depends on the season, but for the fall and winter, I love my tan crepe pants, an ivory cashmere turtleneck, and my Acne leather boots.” 

place: “Switzerland. I spent most of my years there, and the landscapes are so beautiful.” 

memory: “I think the first time I met Abby — I was so nervous, and I just saw her, and we talked for hours in her room afterwards. Her parents made hot cocoa, and we just sat there, laughing, crying… it was so wonderful, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.” 

person: “Abby. Or my mentor back at Harvard. She was the one who helped me curate my writing to what it is now.” 

show: “I don’t watch much television.” 

LAYER SEVEN: AGE (OOC/IC) 

age: 29

date of birth: September 2nd, 1990

day your next birthday will be: Thursday.

zodiac sign: Virgo.

age you lost your virginity: 18.

does age matter: “Age certainly matters if you’re younger, but once you pass twenty-five or so… who am I to judge?” 

LAYER EIGHT: PERSONALITY (OOC) 

moral alignment: Neutral Good. 

enneagram: 4 - The Individualist

four temperaments: Melancholic

tropes: the soiled dove, the lost soul, the contrite, the taciturn

archetypes: The Sage/Innocent 

tarot cards: Temperance

compassion: yes. 

empathy: yes.

creativity: yes.

mental flexibility: at times, no.

passion: yes, for the right things. 

stamina: yes. 

physical strength: not much. 

battle skill: not at all. 

agility: a bit. 

strategy: she’s always planning for her next move, so yes. 

teamwork: yes, but she needs to be the leader. 

strength: so much emotional strength. 

intelligence: yes. 

wisdom: partly, but still trying to find it. 

dexterity: none; Aria has a rare muscular dystrophy that degraded the muscles in her hands and fingers. 

constitution: a hundred percent. 

charisma: only on certain occasions; otherwise, Aria is quite aloof. 

LAYER NINE: FINISH THE SENTENCE (IC) 

i love: “... good food. Can you blame me?” 

i feel: “... lost.” 

i hide: “... my feelings, my emotions, my thoughts.” 

i miss: “... Abby.” 

i wish: “... that I could know where life is taking me.” 

i hate: “... people who think they can take advantage of my kindness.” 

LAYER TEN: FAMILY (IC) 

relationships: “I had a boyfriend. It’s awkward to talk about really, but he dumped me. Quite an awkward situation.” 

parents: “My father is Prince Jean Louis, sixteenth in line for the throne in Luxembourg. My mother is Princess Charlotte Julie, formerly Charlotte Julie Vanderbilt.” 

siblings: “Just Abby, who was fathered by my father and another woman. She was given up for adoption when she was a baby, which is why I never met her until I grew up.” 

children: “No — although, maybe in the future.” 

favorite childhood memory: “Oh — my childhood wasn’t that fun. But I guess, early on, my parents did take me out on trips on the boat in lakes in the South of France. Those were always nice.” 

favorite childhood toy: “My stuffed bunny Juliette. I still have her.” 

embarrassing story: “I fell asleep once in a bowl of yogurt in class. I was so tired staying up studying for an exam, that during it, I was eating my breakfast, and just… fell asleep.” 

favorite family member: “Abby. I’m not very close to my parents, or anyone from my family, really.” 

[treehousepublishing]

Multiply Me | Chapter 24

Synopsis: Ella Sommers decides her biggest mission is also her last. Despite wanting to correct the Reestablishment’s mistakes, there are bigger things at stake now. Things not even her friends can know about.

A/N: I hardly ever interact in this blog. My real writing blog is @beanenigma. Thanks!

AO3 link | First Chapter | Index

ELLA

We don’t stop as the sun rises behind us. Connor wakes up at the first rays of light - just like he did when he was a baby. His eyes flicker awake and he looks out to the fields, immediately trying to understand where he is. He sees me and relaxes.

“Mom”, he whispers, pulling his legs up to the seat that was too big for him. I try my best to smile.

“Hey, baby.” I touch his knee slightly and try not to be sad about the way he tenses up again. I pull my hand back. “Did you sleep well?”

“I guess…” He rubs his belly, shifting on the seat. “Are we there yet? I’m hungry.”

“Just a little left, Con.” I put both my hands on the wheel, trying to stop the instinct of running my fingers through his hair. I hadn’t realized how accustomed I was to touch them until I couldn’t. “Do you want to talk about what I’ve told you yesterday?”

Connor is silent for a couple of minutes, which is unlike him. I keep starting at the road, giving him the time he needs. I start to think he went back to sleep, but when I look at him, he’s wide awake.

“Yes. I want to talk about it.”

He says, in a decided voice I hardly ever hear. I nod.

It’s hard to think about what to say. If you’re worried about me hurting you then you’re absolutely right you should be scared of me you should keep yourself far away as much as it pains me I normally can hold myself but there can come a day where I can’t and if I ever hurt you my world would go up in flames and there would be nothing else

“Mom? Did you hear me?”

I shake my head, trying to clear my mind from these intrusive thoughts. I look ahead, struggling to keep my eyes on the road.

“Hm? Sorry, baby, I think got distracted for a second”

“I asked about these people. Your parents. And dad’s parents. What are they to me?”.

Nothing, I wanna say. They mean nothing, my sweet Connor, and you never have to waste a second of your life thinking about them, not like I have, this was never the life I dreamed for you.

“They were your grandparents”, I say begrudgingly.

“What happened to them?”, he asked, almost immediately.

“They died”.

“Did they die or did you kill them?”

I’m shocked at how coldly he says it. He’s staring at the road, his hands holding tightly to each other. I take a deep breath, shifting my hands at the wheel. Suddenly every position seems the most uncomfortable one I could possibly be.

“Does it matter?”

“It matters.”

I sigh.

“We killed them. Your dad killed his dad. And I killed both my parents.” I make a turn and the sound of the road’s dirt lifting up covers up my swallowing hard. When the sound dimmers, I hear Connor whisper.

“Why?”

“Because of what I told you. They had to be stopped. They made things… To me, to your father, to other people… That were unforgivable. They wouldn’t stop any other way. And we had to make sure they couldn’t hurt anyone anymore.”

“But why? Why you?” He made small firsts, thumping on his own thighs. “You guys are farmers, how can you kill people?!”

I can’t help but remember what Kenji told me. That dirty liar. About my kids understanding, about them accepting me the way I was. I should have never let him stay, let him get in my head. But now it was done and I had to find a way to control the situation before I lost another one of my kids.

“There will be times in your life, Connor, that you’ll find yourself in a position you never wanted to be in, but that no one else could take your place.” I say, my voice growing louder, hoping I could let him know everything I wish I could spin it into words. Maybe if I had pen and paper, maybe if I had time. But my tongue twisted on itself and it was so hard to communicate anything at all. “And I hope you never ever have to do the choices I had to. I did all of this so there would be better a world for children like you and your sister. So that no one would have to grow up locked in a room or getting tortured or beaten or having no food.”

When I snap out of it, I can feel Connor’s eyes on me. They grew larger, but they never budge. He looks at his own hands, opening and closing his hands. He’s quiet for a while and I focus on the way, trying not to look at him, afraid of what I would find in his eyes.

“What about me?”

“What about you, sweetie?”

He opens and closes his little hands again.

“Was I… Was I made like you were? And Pyp? Because I have powers like you guys have… Do I have to hurt people too? Is that why Pyp left? Was she scared?”

I slowly decrease the Humvee’s speed until we stop at the side of the road. I look at my son. My expression is grave, as much as I want it to warm up, to show him it’s okay. My heart is breaking, but I somehow manage not to shake as I wait for him to look at me. He lifts his green eyes, curious. His hands are on top of his lap, fiddling nervously.

“Connor Sommers-Warner.” I say, I as hardly ever do. In our small world, in our house, there was hardly any need for calling for him his full name. Out here everything was different. I knew exactly who he is, that doesn’t mean he does.

I remember the baby he was and the feeling of holding his warm body against my chest. I remember his hurried breath, his small hands and fingernails, the smell of his hair. I remember all of the promises I made to him even before he was born, even when he was just an idea, hardly as big as an orange. What I kept whispering when he was so small I couldn’t believe. What I sang to him as lullabies.

“You know why we gave you and your sister the last names we did?”

“Because it’s your guys’ last names together?” He asked. I shook my head.

“We were done with what we had to be. We were ready to leave it all behind forever and never looking back. We were going to let you - and, well, your sister too, but she wouldn’t come for another two years - be Ferrars. My fake name, from when I moved to North America.” Connor leaned in, listening. “It was who I was when we met the last time. Juliette was who brought us together, even if she was made up. But… As time passed… We realized we couldn’t keep running. And as terrible, horrible and no good our past was… We had to understand it was there. And there were good things in our paths, things we wouldn’t want to leave behind.”

I’m about to fix his hair, but I stop myself, pulling my hand back. Connor sees it, but he doesn’t say anything, afraid to interrupt me.

“If you were a girl… We couldn’t agree on either name you after my sister, your aunt Emmaline. Or your grandmother, you father’s mother Leila. We just agreed they were names that just wouldn’t fit together. As you turned out to be a boy… We decided to give you a new name. With no shadow from what came before. But still… Keeping in mind that there was heritage to be proud of. So we gave you Sommers so you’d be… Well, not like me, but brave like your aunt Emmaline. And Warner. So you’d be kind like your grandmother Leila.”

Connor contemplated this new information, nodding to himself. I continue, because I need him to listen. He never listens, but just this once. I need it to stay with him. I need this to stick, because I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to say it again.

“So, Connor, please. Don’t ever think you’re restricted by who your grandparents were. Or even by who your dad and me are. You’re your own person. You’re free to do whatever you want. You weren’t build to be anyone else than yourself. And you should never ever let anyone tell you otherwise.”

My face is burning. My face is burning because there is a fire inside of me. My heart has already been reduced to ashes. The water inside me has boiled and is trying to escape through my eyes. My throat is closed with the smoke of terrible dreams coming through. As soon as Connor’s eyes leave me, I’m sure I’ll break apart. I’ll fall into a million little pieces. I hope he doesn’t look back so he doesn’t see it, I hope he never lives to regret it, to regret putting me behind. I close my eyes, trying to hide the pain.

Connor’s head fits perfectly under my chin. His hair is so soft. He climbs over the stick of the humvee and he sits on my lap, arms around my waist. I stand still for a moment, breathless, scared that if he holds on to me too hard, I’ll break apart. But that’s not what he does.

Connor and Olympia, they’re so much better. Than me, than Aaron, than anyone I’ve met. They fix, they heal. They make the world better. They fill it with joy and excitement. I feel Connor get into my crevices, putting them back together, extinguishing the fire, dissipating the smoke, clearing the air. I put my arms around him and I sob against his shoulder. I cry because the relief is unbelievable. A weight I didn’t know that was crushing my lungs is finally gone. Now that fear - of being where I started, rightfully alone and unlovable - is no more. And I owe it all to him. To this small incredible human being I made.

“Now it’s time to go, mom.” Connor says after a while, nuzzling my neck. For a second, it’s like he’s the parent and I’m the child. He pulls away from me, using his hands to dry my face. “We have to go find Pyp.”

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[chicagocityfclanspromoblog]

Eli Kohen → Ben McKenzie → Human

→ Basic Information

Age: 38

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Birthday: August 12st

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Religion: Atheism

→ His Personality

(one to two paragraphs)

→ His Personal Facts

Occupation: Police Officer

Scars: Multiple

Tattoos: None

Two Likes: Gourmet Bagels and Sunrises

Two Dislikes: Criminals and Gingers

Two Fears: Vigilantes and Zombie Apocalypse

Two Hobbies: Taking on cold cases and Overtime

Three Positive Traits: Diligent, Courageous, Honest

Three Negative Traits: Control Freak, Jealous, Extreme

→ His Connections

Parent Names:

Nancy Lewis (Mother): Nancy did the best she could raising him as a single mother. She did an amazing job and Eli has taken to giving her whatever she wants as a form of paying her back and saying thank you, mama.  

Elijah Kohen (Father): Elijah wasn’t in his life and Eli hasn’t seen him since childhood. Eli did receive a drunken phone call from Elijah for his 18 birthday but he tries to push the embarrassing conversation out of his mind.

Marlon Lewis (Step-Father): Marlon came into Eli and Nancy’s life when Eli was in middle school. Eli absolutely hated him and they fought constantly. It wasn’t until Eli was in college and contemplating attending the police academy, did they really bond. Eli regretted the years he wasted fighting with the man.

Sibling Names:

Annabelle Lewis (Step-Sister): Annabelle came along with Marlon. They are the same age with birthdays only a few weeks apart. They bumped heads a lot at first but Eli became over protective of her once they hit high school together.

Elias Kohen (Half Brother): Elias is a few years younger then Eli. When they were younger they were forced to attend each other’s birthday parties. Now in their 30s, Elias only reaches out to him whenever he is in a jam or needs bail.

Children Names:

Chloë Ava Willott-Kohen (Daughter): Chloë is 3 years old. Chloë is Eli’s angel and had saved Juliette and his relationship. She is a perfect mixture of them both but she takes after Eli’s personality. She has Eli wrapped around her finger.

Wyatt Stone Willott-Kohen (Son): Wyatt is 18 months old. Wyatt has recently taken to shifting, chasing after Eli and falling to the ground laughing whenever Eli gets up on a chair, ending their fun. Eli freaked out the first few times but now it’s the most exciting part of his day. He’s wondering what it would be like to shift with his son. Eli is contemplating taking the bite more than ever now.

Romantic Connections:

Juliette Willott (Girlfriend): Eli started dating Juliette about 4 years ago after they met at Anonymous. Eli was intrigued by Juliette and enjoyed every second they spent together. When Juliette announced she was pregnant, Eli had begun to suspect something wasn’t right in paradise. He refused to rush their new relationship or consider marrying Juliette just because she was pregnant. He offered for Juliette to move in with him and to continue dating with the intentions of eventually getting married. Eli’s trust in Juliette was tested when Russel told him about Juliette and their friends being hyenas; along with his future children. Their relationship was even rockier after Chloë’s birth, but their daughter did bring them closer together and Eli adored what a great mother Juliette was. Trying again, Eli and Juliette started actively dating again and getting serious, when Juliette announced she was pregnant again. Eli is madly and deeply in love with Juliette, he wants to marry her, but he is unsure about becoming an animal shifter. Eli has hidden the fact that he knows about the Hyenas from Juliette to give himself time to process what that means for them and their children. She recently caught him holding Wyatt in his hyena form. She hasn’t said a word to him, and he’s wondering if he made the moment up. If Juliette doesn’t bring it up soon, he will.

Platonic Connections:

Russel Jordan (Best Friend): Russel is the local fire chief and one of Eli’s only true friends. Russel was the one who confessed that they were hyena animal shifters when Juliette confessed she was pregnant. Russel has been giving him all of the information he needs about hyenas but Eli still feels like Russel is keeping something from him.

Kylo ‘Nada’ Rajui (Good Friend): Nada was the first person Eli met associated with Juliette. Eli felt betrayed when he found out that Juliette and her friends weren’t human and they had planned to forcefully change him. While Russel took mercy on him, Nada watched and kept quiet. It’s taken a lot for Eli to forgive Nada and for their relationship to return to where it once was. .

Silas Moebius (Friend): Silas and Eli become friends before Eli found out about him being a hyena and Juliette’s pregnancy. Silas and Eli worked a few arson cases together and would grab a few drinks after work randomly.

Raja Lankala (Friendly): Eli didn’t realize Nada was in a committed relationship until recently. Eli joined the boys for a MMA fight at Nada house where Eli was introduced to Nada’s long time fiancé Raja. She seems friendly and has invited Eli back for dinner or drinks.  

Angel Landyn (Friendly/Co-worker): Angel was Eli’s partner for about a week and a half before Eli requested a transfer. There was something about Angel that did not sit right with Eli. At first Eli thought it was because he was attracted to Angel but quickly noticed missing information and misplaced evidence. Eli is still friendly with Angel but he is unsure about where to start their friendship outside of work.

Jev Cipriano (Friend/Co-worker): Jev is adorable and Eli has a sweet spot for him. Eli does not let Jev touch his evidence but he does allow Jev to bring him bagels. Patch has invited out for drinks after work with a few other co-workers and Eli is thinking of taking him up on that offer; for reconnaissance.

Douglas Gish (Friend/Co-worker): Douglas lets him take on as many cold cases as he wants and never calls him out on his bullshit. Eli just wishes Douglas would take him seriously when he brings up mysterious cases and missing evidence.

Kate Brooks (Co-worker): Kate is the only person that Eli trusts with his evidence. Cipriano has made too many mistakes for him to be comfortable with.

Greta Bow (Good Friend/Co-worker): Eli and Greta formed an unlikely friendship when Eli was working a cold case. Eli gave Greta credit for a forensic find. Eli was surprised when he found out Greta was expecting him to take full credit. Eli has been making sure everybody gives Greta proper credit since.

Hostile Connections:

None

Pets:

Max (German Shepherd): Max was taken in as evidence for a case Eli worked when he was just a puppy. After solving the case, Eli noticed that Max was living inside of their building, since no one bothered to take him into the pound, Eli one day decided to bring him home. Max has been with Eli for about 9 years now. Old Max is great around the kids but Eli is unsure how long he has before he dies.

→ History (paragraph(s) on background) → The Present

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