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I havenât really talked about Jimmyâs hallucinated version of Polle but I do subscribe to the idea that that is the closest thing to Anyaâs true thoughts and feelings along with the representation of the hypothetical baby.
Text color, the whole horse attraction and monsters based on pregnancy/female anatomy, it joking about calling Jimmy old man? Itâs both Jimmy purposely trying to ignore Anya and what he did but also not being able to cause he knows, in the back of his mind it all links back to her. But the closet thing he can accept about it is that it fostered something that would be undoubtedly linked to him.
Itâs not exactly Anya and itâs not exactly the child. Itâs his manifestation of all the things he wouldâve failed doing for it and have already failed to take responsibility for. He failed as a decent person, a captain and he wouldâve failed as a father which are all things Anya would subtly acknowledge throughout the game in little ways.
It specifically being Polle, the mascot to the Pony Express is more likely a call back to how the pony express is used to mean things that were never going to make it or were rearing for an end. Itâs all symbolic and itâs all in Jimmyâs head because he refuses to acknowledge the real person and events his subconscious is basing it on.
#tdlr it is him acknowledging Anya and her genuine disdain for him and how heâd be a horrible father#itâs asking why heâs so concerned with fixing curly when he never fixed what he actually sowed in the first place#itâs her and itâs not cause he never knew her as a person and never saw the pregnancy as anything but a stain on his career and life#also how Polle talks to him is how Anya talks to him in my fic as I think sheâs a funny lively and well spoken person normally#but also traily??? like I think she can tell you exactly what sheâs thinking but she will go on and connect other things to it that arenât#obvious just because sheâs so aware of things which is also a nod to how good of a nurse she is cause u gotta be aware#mouthwashing game#nurse anya#anya mouthwashing#jimmy mouthwashing#polle mouthwashing#mouthwashing#like Anya gives you the explanation behind the answer before the answer like are we understanding
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Clarke vs. The Hot Customer
Meanwhile in DC, CIA Agent Lexa Woods and NSA Agent Anya Forrest sit across the desk with Homeland Security General Indra Beckman. Â
Beckman starts, âLast night at 18:00, CIA operative Costia Daniels was killed in action. Before her death, she sent the entire Intersect Project to a civilian, a top-secret mission known only among those with the highest clearance in the CIA. The project consisted of every CIA mission and intel since the CIAâs founding in 1947. All contained in a supercomputer. The goal was for the intel to be downloaded into the human brain. While it has yet to be tested, it would give the agencyâs top agents every piece of information necessary to complete their missions, without having to read every file, look through every photo, and analyze every document. This project is now in the inbox of one Clarke Griffin. As Iâm sure you can guess, this is not ideal. The recipientâs unsecured g-mail means that every terrorist and their mother can track who it went to. And they will go after them without hesitation in order to get their hands on our intelligence.â
âWhy did she send it to a civilian instead of a CIA contact?â Anya asks.
âWe donât know. As far as we can tell, sheâs just some random college dropout. She works at a Buy-More. Your job is to find Clarke Griffin, find out what she knows, and download the e-mail yourselves so our nationâs secrets are not floating around in the head of some idiot civilian.â
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Clarke wakes up on her bedroom floor to the blaring alarm on her nightstand. Sheâs groggy, and doesnât quite remember why she apparently passed out on the floor instead of changing into pajamas and climbing into her bed.
Slowly, the memories of last night trickle in. She remembers a hot pocket, going to her room to play video games, and⊠an e-mail from Costia? That canât be right. They havenât spoken in years⊠But she distinctly remembers getting an e-mail from her, then a bunch of weird pictures, and thatâs it.
She goes over to her computer to try and reread the email, but the thing wonât turn on. It seems to be fried from the inside. âGreat, so not only did Costia ruin my life, she sent me a computer virus that destroyed my computer?â Clarke wonders.
Clarkeâs still a little woozy from the unending strobe light of incomprehensible images her brain was exposed to the night before, so she skips breakfast, and thanks her past self for not even changing out of her work clothes so she can just walk right out the door and head to the Buy-More.
Raven is sitting at the Nerd Herd help desk waiting for her.
âYou never logged on to LoL last night,â Raven complains. âYeah, I got a weird e-mail from Costia and it torpedoed my computer.â
âIâm sorry what? Costia? Costia Daniels? The one that ruined your life and got you stuck working at a Buy-More with me?â
âThe one and only.â
âWhat did she want?â
âI donât know. It was a weird e-mail. It spazzed through a bunch of images and then fried my hard drive.â
âWhat a bitch.â âYup.â
Itâs a slow day at the Buy-More so Raven and Clarke spend most of the day chit chatting about nothing, planning their next video game all-nighter, and talking about starting their own electronics company to beat out the Buy-More. Itâs an idea theyâve talked about for years, but is nothing more than a pipe dream. Neither of them have the capital to get that thing off the ground. No matter how many engineering degrees Raven collects. Eventually they fall into a game of âGuess what that customer is thinking.â
âI am going to hoard this for when the nuclear apocalypse hits us and toilet paper is scarce,â Raven says about the guy with 100 rolls of toilet paper and nothing else in his cart.
âI need a copy of Die Hard for every TV in my house,â Clarke gruffs about the old many with 8 copies of Die Hard in his basket.
The two are so enthralled in their game that they hardly notice a customer approach the help desk.
In a high-pitched valley girl voice, Clarke says, âIâm getting this video camera so I can finally make a sex tape with my boyfriend!â Raven laughs way harder than Clarke thinks the joke earned, but then the customer clears her throat and Clarke whirls around. The customer raises her eyebrows in surprise.
âUm⊠I⊠did you? That wasnât⊠Hi, welcome to the Nerd Herd. How can I help you?â
Clarke chokes on her tongue a little when she realizes just how beautiful the customer is. Sheâs wearing tight fitting jeans, a tank top, and an unbuttoned flannel over her shirt. Clarkeâs gaydar lightly pings in the back of her mind. Her hair is a mane of curly brown locks. She has a pair of sunglasses perched on the top of her head, and the greenest eyes Clarke has ever seen. When her gaze flicks back up to make eye contact, thereâs somethingâŠÂ intense about the way this girl looks at her.
âIâve been having phone troubles. It doesnât seem to be receiving calls.â
âCan I have a name for the intake form?â
âLexa.â
âWell Lexa, Iâll see what I can do.â
Clarke fiddles around with the phone, looking for external damage or immediately obvious reasons for malfunction. When she finds nothing evident, she tells Lexa, âIt must be something internal, Iâll take it to the back and see whatâs going on. Come back in about an hour, and it should be all set.â
âThat sounds perfect. Thank youâŠâ Lexa pauses waiting for a name
âClarke.â
âThank you, Clarke. Iâll see you in an hour.â
As Lexa turns to walk away, Clarke stares at her ass and says a quiet, âBye Lexa.â
âHEY CLARKE! You telling this customer goodbye or are you announcing that youâre bi?â Raven says a little too loudly for it to not be intentional.
Lexa turns to flash a smile at Clarke, and Clarke turns to Raven and says, âReyes, I will kill you in your sleep.â
An hour spent tinkering in the repair shop, and the phone is back to fully functional. Clarke waits at the help desk for Lexa to return. This time she ensures that sheâs not mid-game so she doesnât embarrass herself a second time in front of this customer. She most certainly notices when Lexa walks into the store. This time, the flannel is tied around her waist and Clarke stares at the tattoo curling around her bicep. Then she stares at the biceps themselves and considers tracing the lines with her tongue. Scolding herself for being just as big of a perv as fellow Nerd Herders Jasper and Monty, she smiles and pointedly does not stray from making eye contact. Lexa is less successful as she sneaks a peek down Clarkeâs shirt that may have one or two fewer buttons done up this time around.
âWhatâs the verdict doc?â Lexa asks, leaning into Clarkeâs space at the counter.
âAll fixed,â Clarke smiles.
âHow do I know it works?â
Clarke grins, âAha, watch this.â
She digs her own phone out of her pocket and dials a number. She waits a few seconds until the phone in Lexaâs hand starts to vibrate and âNERD HERD HOTTIEâ pops up on the screen. Â
âSee? Good as newâ
âThank you, Clarke. I really appreciate it,â Lexa says, and turns to leave the store. Clarkeâs bubble of hope pops as she watches her walk away. But then, after a few steps, Lexa picks up her phone, scrolls through a screen and lifts the phone to her ear.
A few feet behind her, Clarkeâs phone buzzes on the counter. She answers.
âDo you want to get dinner tonight?â Lexa asks.
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They agree to meet at Grounders at 7:00. Lexa arrives 15 minutes early and waits at the entrance. Sheâs wearing a green button up, tight grey pants, and her hair is done up in a neat braid. She has a stun gun tucked into her jacket, a knife hidden in each boot, and a blade laced within the braid. But this is supposed to look like a first date, not a mission, so she tries to make herself look nervous by shifting her weight from one leg to the other, and gets ready to flirt some information out of her mark.
Clarke steps out of an Uber at 7:06 wearing a light blue sundress that makes her look even more like a ray of sunshine. Itâs a stark contrast from the unisex Nerd Herd uniform, and Lexa canât help but give her a once over. Twice maybe thrice if sheâs being completely honest. âI thought you might have changed your mind,â Lexa confesses, looking at her watch.
âOf course not! Just bad LA traffic,â Clarke replies and leads them into the restaurant.
Conversation is easy. They make each other laugh. The waitress comes over three times in 45 minutes before either of them have even glanced at the menu. Lexa assures the waitress that they do, in fact, know how to read, and a few minutes later they actually order their food. Neither can stop themselves from long looks and bashful smiles. Clarke learns that Lexa just moved to town and is still looking for the right fit job. They talk about their childhoods and interests. Eventually, they stumble on the topic of whether or not itâs weird that Lexa asked out her phone repair woman. Clarke immediately reddens at the memory of the first words Lexa heard her say. Clarke apologizes for her having to overhear the game she plays with Raven at the Buy-More.
âSpeaking of which, how does a girl as beautiful and smart as you end up working for the Nerd Herd?â Lexa asks incredulously.
âThatâs kind of a long story. The spark notes version is that I am one semester shy of a computer science degree at Stanford. My senior year, my former best friend and roommate Costia framed me for cheating and got me kicked out of school. No explanation. Since then I havenât really had the drive to finish the degree. Or trust anyone. Iâve really just been surviving ever since. No sense in living when everything you loved is gone, right? Sorry, that was probably a little heavy for a first dateâŠâ
âNo, no, itâs fine,â Lexa assures. The name Costia did not go unnoticed, so Lexa presses on, âWhat ever happened to that Costia girl?â
âThe funny thing is I havenât really thought about her in a few years, but the last two days itâs been at nagging in my mind. I actually got an e-mail from her yesterday, but all it contained was a virus that fried my computer,â Clarke shrugs.
The waiter interrupts to fill their wine glasses, and Lexaâs opportunity to press more about this e-mail vanishes as Clarke switches the subject completely, and they fall back into easy conversation, longing and somewhat thirsty looks, and grinning at each other.
Lexa pays their check while Clarke runs to the bathroom, and they have decided that 3 hours taking up this restaurantâs table is probably long enough. Yes, itâs a mission, but Lexa is genuinely enjoying talking to this girl. Sheâs sweet and funny, and looks damn good in that dress.
âCan I drive you home?â Lexa asks.
The drive is a comfortable silence. Lexaâs hand rests on Clarkeâs knee and mindlessly draws patterns on her thigh until Clarke intertwines their fingers. The drive ends too quickly as they pull up to the complex where Clarke lives.
Lexa walks Clarke to her door. Clarkeâs walk slows to a crawl, trying to prolong her time with Lexa as much as possible. But the trip from the car to the stoop is only so long, so she settles for pretending to struggle to find her keys. God she wants to kiss her. She wants to kiss her so badly she hasnât listened to a word Lexa has said because she canât think about anything else. Lexa pauses in front of the door, and shuffles a bit closer to Clarke.
âGoodnight, Clarkeâ, she says as she leans in. Clarke closes her eyes in anticipation, and then feels Lexaâs lips land just left of the mark. Lexa places a chaste kiss on the corner of Clarkeâs mouth, then turns to walk away. She turns back with a wink and a wave as Clarke unlocks her front door, and melts to a puddle once sheâs crossed the threshold.
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Lexa paces outside the front of the Buy-More while on the phone with the General. âBeckman, sheâs just a normal girl. She hasnât done anything wrong. I donât even think the e-mail made it to her. She said she hasnât heard from Costia since college!â âAgent Woods, Daniels was one of our top agents. There must be a reason she sent it to her. Now, go find out if sheâs just a really good liar, or if sheâs actually as innocent as you seem to think.â She hangs up without a greeting or dismissal.
Lexa tries to shake off the conversation, and walks through the Buy-More doors to go find Clarke, who at the moment is helping someone pick out a blender. Lexa pretends to be interested in a video camera and presses random buttons while waiting for Clarke to be free.
âLooking at cameras for our sex tape?â Clarke asks with a cheeky grin.
Lexa rolls her eyes and replies, âNo, I was just in the neighborhood and wanted to say hi. I had fun last night.â
Clarke lights up with a goofy grin and thinks about how she didnât kiss her last night. Clarke eyes her lips, and catches Lexa doing the same. She does a quick scan of the floor, hoping to confirm that no manager is there to catch her making out with a girl while on the clock. Sheâs made it almost a full 360 when it happens.
She sees a man standing in the DVD section. He doesnât look that much different than a normal customer, but once she sees the scar on his neck, images flash before her eyes. The scar. The manâs name, and seven different aliases. A Russian Prison manifest. A rank within Russian Intelligence operations. They flash before her eyes in rapid succession, pulling the information to the forefront of her brain, and making her a little dizzy with the completely unconscious recall of information she doesnât remember learning in the first place. The images stop and her eyes refocus
âLexa, this is going to sound crazy, but that man in the DVDs section is a Russian spy and he
is armed to kill. Donât ask me how I know that, I just do.â
 Clarke watches Lexaâs eyes widen in alarm. âHoly shit, you downloaded it.â
âWhat?â
âThe Intersect.â âThe what?â âI have to get you out of here.â
Lexa grabs Clarkeâs hand and pulls her towards the back of the store.
âLexa, what is going on.â She doesnât answer. Instead she goes into the breakroom, punches a series of numbers into the vending machine, and watches the machine slide to the right to reveal a passageway. Lexa pulls Clarke through, ignoring her questions and utter shock at what is going on. Clarke is led down some stairs into a conference room with screens taking up a full wall, a wall full of weapons, and a video conference call happening at the table in the center. An angry looking Asian woman sits at the table talking to the screen with a black woman with more medals on her military coat than Clarke knew existed.Â
Lexa interrupts their conversation with, âSheâs the Intersect.â
âShe what?â
âSheâs the Intersect. She downloaded it. She just recognized a Russian operative upstairs.â
The other women in the room and on the screen look shocked and horrified.
âSo it works?â the woman on the screen asks. âWILL SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON. WHERE AM I? WHAT IS THE INTERSECT? WHY IS THERE A SECRET BASE IN THE BUY-MORE? WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?â Clarke yells, finally getting Lexaâs attention.
Lexa starts, âMy name is Lexa Woods. I work for the CIA.â
âAnya Forrest, Colonel in the NSA.â
âAnd Iâm General Indra Beckman, head of Homeland Securityâ
Clarke begins to laugh hysterically. âDid Raven put you up to this? She always goes WAY TOO BIG or way too small for pranks. Jeezus how much did she spend on this?!â She wanders the base touching weapons, poking screens, and searching for a hidden camera.
âThis isnât a joke, Miss Griffin,â Beckman interrupts.
The tone sobers Clarke immediately.
Beckman continues, âThree days ago, CIA operative Costia Daniels sent you an email. That email contained every secret the CIA has in what was called the Intersect Project. That information is now in your head. Until a new Intersect can be built, the CIA and NSAâs number one priority will be protecting you.â
âIâm sorry, what now?â Clarke asks.
âYou will assist in missions as needed.â
Clarke is, again, much too stunned to grasp anything that was just said. Instead, she asks every question that has run through her mind since she thought she was about to kiss Lexa at work to the current moment. Costia was CIA? Why did she send it to me? How does it work? Can I get it removed? Youâre sure this isnât an over the top prank? Costia is dead?
Lexa, Anya, and Beckman patiently answer every question Clarke has. For the most part, they are very understanding of the barrage of questions. The questions continue for about thirty minutes, but eventually die down. This is real. Clarke will be working with the CIA. Other countries will try to find the Intersect, so she is in danger. She is now their most important asset, and they will protect her at all costs. She doesnât really have a choice in this.
âI didnât ask for this,â Clarke states. âWe know, but your country is calling,â Beckman answers.
General Beckman hangs up the call, Anya goes back to cleaning an enormous gun, Lexa starts to organize files, and Clarke⊠Clarke sits at the table staring at her hands. Deep in thought, and too stunned to form coherent thoughts. After ten minutes, she takes a deep breath and addresses Lexa.
âSo that date then?â
Lexa reads the implied question and answers, âWas part of my mission to find out what you knew.â
âAh.â
âClarke.â
âI donât know why I thought it was anything else. No one that model hot dates a girl from the Nerd Herd. Is that like a requirement for spy work?â
Lexa cocks her head like a confused puppy.
Clarke glances between Anya and Lexa, and waggles her fingers between the two of them. âYou know, the mind-blowing hotness? I mean, it works. Girl that looks like you asks me to jump off the roof and Iâd probably do it without asking any follow up questions. Of course it was all fake. Youâre probably straight. Really deluded myself into this one. Big yikes.â
Anya looks up from the barrel of her gun and chuffs, âDefinitely not straightâ
Lexa blushes but doesnât disagree with Anya. Instead she addresses Clarke directly. âYou do realize that we will need to continue dating, right?â
Clarke continues rambling to herself about being an idiot for thinking a girl like Lexa was into her, but then the content of Lexaâs question sinks in. Her brain jolts like a record scratch. âHuh?â
âItâs the perfect cover for why Iâm suddenly in your life and may suddenly vanish from it. I can keep a close eye on you when youâre not at work, and it wonât seem suspicious if I stay over. During the day, Anya will work at the Buy More with you.â
Clarke still hasnât wrapped her head around âcontinue datingâ so instead asks, âIâm dead, right? That Russian operative in DVDs killed me and Iâm bleeding out on the Buy-More floor, right? Because there is no way the US government just asked me to fake date a bombshell agent for the safety of our country.â
Anya finishes reassembling her gun, looks up at the newly christened fake couple, and says, âBelieve it, babe.â
#clexa#chuck au#lexa#clarke griffin#chapter 2#slow burn#fake dating#clexa chuck au#cia#formatting is a bitch going from word to this#anyone have recs for how its not?
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As viewers would about to discover, whatever contents that had been in Anya's pockets didn't matter. : )
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Granting administrative permission to 'wake up.'
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Understood. Please hold while neuron signals are sending to control center.
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Welcome back, Hoshiyama, Anya.
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Bright lights blurred her already Impaired vision as she opened her eyes slowly but surely as she reintroduced herself back to the world, eyebrows furrowed both from her lack of glasses.. And from the sudden odd dream from just a minute ago. Though, before she could begin to question anything, she had MUCH bigger problems.
Problem one: .. She was extremely cold. So cold in fact, that her body began to shiver, actual slight bits of ice being on her hand. She knew her body's homeostasis had been off but, this.. This was ridiculous. Why was she this cold in the first place?!
Problem Two: She had a SPLITTING headache, causing her to make a low whining sound. She slowly moved her arm to her head holding it in hopes the pain would cease soon. Why the hell had she been like this in the first place.. Why was she in pain?.. Did.. Is the game over?Did she..
No.
She needed time to think.
For now.. Where was she?
She decided to answer that herself, her vision clearing finally to reveal an investigating Shuichi, Kaede, and a saddened space himbo-I mean Kaito. She wanted to get her notebook but.. It wasn't on her. If only she could... If she could...
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"Shhh... Shuuuu.. Shuichi..?"
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Kaede watched Kaito and Shuichi, having been about to calm the situation until a quiet and frail 'Shuichi' was heard. It was a voice very unfamiliar to her that's for sure.
She looked around the room to see who could've done it but.. Everyone was doing their own thing.. So.. Who was..
Her eyes widened, slowly looking back, then down at the source. It was then she realized the source of the voice was new because,
It belonged to the Ultimate Violinist. The late Violinist.. But.. Then..
How was she..?
"A-A-Anya..?!Oh my god oh I-Rantaro!Kirumi!EVERYBODY!"
Without a real explanation she grabbed Shuichi's hand from the pocket and got on her knees, softly plopping a confused and tired Anya's head on to her lap without any real hesitation. She didn't seem to mind the remaining bits of blood that had been on her skirt now.
"H-Hey Anya can you..oh my gosh how are you even.?!"
Miu had been confused at the blondes yelling. She rolled her eyes as if she's been inconvenienced by the girl.
"What the fuck you WWWWWWHAT THE FUCK-"
"Oh dear it.. It seems our Violinist wasn't deceased after all.."
Angie peaked over the Anthropologist shoulder before a relieved squeal left her. "Nya haha!It seems the Killing Game never started!"
"Anya alive?"
"Y-yea?Is this ice?!How is she this cold? Anya can you.. You can hear me right?"
A small shivering nod is all the small girl could manage at the moment.
Shuichi tensed as he heard his name, eyes widening as he could feel movement against his hand that had been shuffling in the pocket of Anya. He... He imagined that, right?Â
He looked over to Kaito and turns out he wasnât the only one who heard the meek voice cue, he could tell by Kaito's own shocked face. Shuichi wasn't sure whether to be relieved or fearful; it... sounded like Anya, but she was dead, right?
Instead of reacting like a normal person â aka Kaito who had practically been screaming Anya's name â Shuichi began doing what he did best, investigating and detecting. He looked more or less, pretty calm even as Kaede took his hand out of her pocket, even as Anya nodded like an alive person would.
There was practically no reasonable reason why she was alive, why she was now conscious. It bothered Shuichi â but as everyone started crowding the girl, he realized it probably shouldn't have. I mean, he should be relieved, right? He couldn't lie, he did feel relieved that she was alive - but,,, how? Why? Wasn't it too good to be true? It wasn't humanly possible... Her blood loss.. She wasn't even breathing â
Rantaro's small, but careless nudge to Shuichi broke him out of his uncertain state. Shuichi could only watch in stunned shock as Rantaro quickly collapsed to Anya's side, only gawking at her in hesitation awe as he was afraid if he touched her, he would lose her once again. A miracle; that seemed to be the only reasonable explanation as to why she was alive, but little did they know... Even miracles don't happen like this without sensible reason.
Even so; Rantaro, nor Kaito could give less of a shit. She was alive, nothing else mattered.
With a voice quiet and broken from pure worry, Rantaro couldn't help but grab the trembling girl's hand as he tried speaking to her, "... Anya, why did you-" He creased his brow and gulped down the thickening lump in his throat; he would ask her about what she had done later, right now, his priority was her prolonging her conscious state. "Just- Just listen to my voice, okay..? Don't fall asleep." He was somehow able to calm himself through it all, all the pain, confusion and panic; he was able to conceal it with an assuring grin.
Looking around the room in urgency, Rantaro's face hardened as his mind immediately started grinding for ways to keep her awake, and to treat her wound. "She can't lose any more blood. We have to take her to the- No, there's no... Argh... Does anybody have any- any bandages? Any clean clothing?" With a voice fast and slightly panicked, Rantaro struggled as he tried to think of other ways to prolong her conscious state, he wasn't sure he could take it if he lost her for the second time.
As if things could get any worse(or better), Kokichi decided to pop out from behind the crowd that had practically swallowed the short boy whole. There he stood, in all his glory, waving a small box of Toy Story bandages. "That'll stop the bleeding for sure, nishishi! Look, it says, '#1 recommended brand for minor injuries'!" Kaito looked at him in shock, "Does her head bleeding and skin ice-cold, seem minor to you!?"
Kokichi promptly ignored Kaito and ripped open the box in an inconvenient way, taking out a few before applying a good 3 to her ouchie.
To his very own surprise, Rantaro didn't even stop him.
Why didn't he stop him-
"... I'll run to the dining room quickly to retrieve the first aid kit; I've used it before, and there should be some... real and effective gauze to stop the bleeding, as well as supplies to clean her head. I won't be long." Kirumi, without another word, excused herself and hurried out the door, an urgency in her step â greatly differing from her usually calm and graceful walk.
Kaito gulped as he could feel the urge to just cradle her in his arms, nearly take over her. But he couldn't, it'd be reckless, and they certainly didn't need reckless. Already shrugging off his jacket, Kaito took a knee and softly draped his jacket over her without a word, pursing his lips as he could feel Rantaro's questioning gaze on him.
Kaito's eyes widened in shock as his hand just briefly brushed against her skin, it was as if she was freshly taken out of a freezer. "Anya, y- you're shivering, is that- is that- what does that mean??" His first instinct was to look at Rantaro for any type of help, but he forcefully jerked his head towards Kaede instead.
"Maybe she's a vampire! Or better, a zombie!" Kaito paled, frantically looking at Kokichi for any indicator that he was â oh god, please be â joking.
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Time Travel & Epic Loves Chapter Three
Gif Not Mine
Series Masterlist
My Masterlist
Warnings: Tatia being jealous, some fluff, otherwise none i don't think?
Word Count: 3,307
A few days later, Klaus returned to his full health, the wounds on his back healing much quicker than they should have. Thankfully, due to what they knew about Anya, they didnât question it, probably assuming the salve and tea had supernatural properties. Not even Katherine knew I had been slipping a few drops of my blood into the tea to aid with the healing and pain. Mikael and Ester didnât appear to notice he had been missing, or they didnât care enough to enquire about his whereabouts. Though, Elijah, Rebekah, Henrik and Kol had been frequent visitors. Finn didnât come around once, but that didnât surprise me. Kat and I had treated Elijah rather coldly during his visits, though Katherineâs anger eventually thawed when he saw how forlorn the elder Mikaelson was over what had happened to his brother. Personally, it was going to take a lot longer for me to be able to be civil towards him. I knew about Mikaelâs abuse, of course, but hearing about it and witnessing it were two very different things. From what I heard Bekah had actually tried to kill and stop Mikael on multiple occasions, while Elijah never interfered. Kol had helped us, and I knew he was usually tasked with the responsibility of keeping Henrik away, not wanting the youngest Mikaelson to witness something so horrific, only the other day that task had fallen to Bekah, which explained their absence. Nik may not hold any grudges, but when I returned to the future Elijah was getting an ass kicking.
 Anaya was confident she was almost ready to perform the spellâit would be done on the night of the next full moon, which was when Katherine and I suspected that Henrik was going to fall victim to the wolves. We had both been keeping our distance from the Mikaelsonâs when we realised this, both fighting the guilt that came from knowing we could save Henrik. But we knew that if Henrik didnât die, Ester wouldnât go on to create vampirism. It made me sick to my stomach, because I felt like I was selfishly deciding everyoneâs fate. But if we saved Henrik, too much would change and we couldnât take that risk. I just hoped they would forgive me.
 âThe full moon is in a week.â Katherine said casually as we hung out our laundry to dry.
 âI know.â I mumbled, glancing beyond the trees, where I knew the Mikaelson residence to be.
 âAre you going to say goodbye?â She asked quietly, her gaze following mine.
 âI think I have to.â I bit my lip. If I didnât, it was possible Nik would come looking for me when his brother died, I couldnât bear him finding out that I was no longer here at the time of him dealing with the loss of his youngest brother.
 âMe too. How much will this change? I mean, Elijah and Klaus wonât recognise me when they meet me in five hundred years.â She looked over to me, her expression soft, âbut Klaus will recognise you when he meets you in that bar. Heâs going to wonder how you were alive.â
 âIâll think of something.â I assured her, an idea already forming in my head, but until I knew it was possible, I was going to keep it to myself.
 I could tell that she knew I was holding back information, but before she could push me, there was a knock at the door. We shared a look before we both went to the doorway and hesitantly pushed the door open. I couldnât stop the bright smile from forming on my face when I saw whom it was. Elijah was enamoured with Katherine while Nik and I were drinking each other in. Weâd been avoiding them for a few days, but it felt like so much longer; in the future we were inseparable and if the whole family wasnât hanging around together, we were with our partners.
 âHello ladies, we were wondering if you would accompany us to the feast this evening?â Nik asked, but his eyes remained glued to mine.
 Katherine and I shared a look, the guilt clear in our eyes, but I knew neither of us would say no either.
 âOf course.â Katy answered for the both of us and just like that we were walking towards the village. My arm was linked through Nikâs as we trailed behind Katherine and Elijah.
 âI havenât seen you for a few days. I was beginning to think you were avoiding me.â Nik teased but I could hear his underlying insecurity.
 âI got my monthly bleed, I tend to avoid everyone during that time.â I told him, hiding a smile when he looked a little embarrassed.
 âI apologise, I didnât mean to impose.â He ducked his head and I squeezed his arm a little tighter in assurance.
 âItâs fine. Iâm sorry I didnât tell you sooner. I wanted to see you but I tend to be⊠out of sorts.â I bit my lip, my guilt growing as I fed the lie.
 âYou donât owe me an explanation, Arianna.â He assured me, offering me a shy smile when my eyes met his.
 I couldnât help it, I never could. This wasnât a side of him I got to see very often and when he allowed it out, I always reacted the same way. We came to a sudden stop when I tugged on his arm, he frowned, concerned but I paid him no mind as I reached up to place a kiss onto his mouth. He didnât respond for a moment but his hesitation only lasted a second before his hands wound around my waist and he kissed me back with just as much passion. I pulled back before it could get too far, resting my forehead against his as we both caught our breath.
 His hand came up to gently caress the side of my face and I felt my heart clench at the affectionate look he was giving me in that moment. His eyes were so soft, so open, and I couldnât tell you how long it had taken for me to break down future Nikâs walls so that he would look at me like that.
 âAri! Niklaus! Donât fall too far behind now you two.â Katyâs teasing voice pulled us out of our moment. Nikâs cheeks tinted red and I took his hand to reassure him.
 âYeah, yeah, weâre coming Katy.â I rolled my eyes and pulled on Nikâs hand to start us walking again.
 When we reached the feast, the party appeared to be in full swing. I saw Tatia sat around the fire talking to a young girl, but it was if she sensed when we arrived. Her eyes looked up from the small blonde and over to us. When she saw that Nik and Elijah had Katherine and I on their arms, her eyes narrowed and I couldnât help but bite back a smirk.
 âNik! Arianna! Katarina! Elijah! Over here.â Bekah called each of us over to the large table she was sat around with Finn, Kol and Henrik. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that Ester and Mikael were nowhere to be seen.
 There were enough seats to seat all of us comfortably. I ended up in between Bekah and Nik; Katy and Elijah were across from me, Kol was on Bekahâs other side and Henrik and Finn were sitting at the ends of the table.
 âWho cooked this?â I asked after taking a bite of the stew I had been handed by Bekah.
 âI did.â The blonde announced, biting her lip.
 âItâs delicious.â I told her, smiling when she beamed, âIâve never been much of a good cook.â
 âI can teach you, if youâd like.â She answered.
 âThat might be dangerous for everyone involved,â Katy snorted in between bites of her own food.
 I laughed at her teasing and threw a loose stone at her that I found on the ground. It hit her square in the forehead and landed in her food. Katherineâs expression was one of complete shock as she looked in between me and her bowl of half-finished food that she could no longer eat.
 âYou littleâ,â she started but when Elijah placed a calming hand on her arm, her jaw snapped shut.
 âThereâs plenty more to go around, Katarina.â The elder Mikaelson assured her, mirth and assurance dancing in his eyes.
 Katherine nodded, managing to shake herself out of her daze and giving me a glare.
 âIâll get you back for that, Ari.â
 âI donât doubt it.â I winked at her, causing her annoyance to melt into amusement and soon we were all laughing.
 We finished our food and the conversation was flowing freely, like it always did when we were together. Though the presence of Finn and Henrik was a little different. Henrik was lovely, sweet and innocent. Honestly, in a way he reminded me of Nik. His hair was lighter, he had dimples, but he had a cheeky streak he got from Kol. It was easy to pretend Finn wasnât there as he only spoke five words in the course of three hours, which I was grateful for; the eldest Mikaelson and I didnât have the best history. Henrik was in the middle of telling a story about a deer he had managed to get close enough to feed an apple when he was interrupted.
 âAnd I was bringing the water up to my lips, I was so thirsty and when I heard a twig snapped behind me I turned around really slowlyâ,â the annoyed look Henrik gave Tatia when she approached our table and cut into the conversation didnât escape anyoneâs notice.
 âMay I join you?â She asked with a smile directed at Nik and Elijah. I hid a smirk when Nik didnât even glance in her direction, his hand was currently holding mine underneath the table and when she spoke he rubbed his thumb back and forth comfortingly.
 âSorry, but we donât have any room. Be on your way now.â Katherine said in a tone that wasnât sorry at all. I bit back a laugh and cleared my throat, deciding to at least attempt being civil.
 Katherine hadnât really been lying; there werenât any chairs free, after all.
 âSure you can,â I offered her a forced bright smile. Tatia smirked and walked over to where I was sitting, probably expecting me to get up and leave. Who did she think she was, royalty?
 I offered her a smirk of my own as I slid from my seat and onto Nikâs lap in one smooth movement. Nik stiffened in surprise for the briefest of moments before one of his hands went to my hip to hold me in place and the other took my hand again. Tatia glared at me and took the empty seat with a huff, crossing her arms over her chest and sulking like a child. Katy and I shared a look before I rolled my eyes and started running my free hand through Nikâs curls, a habit I had picked up over the years. I smiled when I saw his eyes flutter as if he were struggling to keep them open.
 âSo, Henrik you were saying?â I prompted him, genuinely wanting to hear the rest of his story.
 The youngest Mikaelsonâs expression brightened as he dove into the rest of the tale, telling us how he had pulled out an apple he had picked on his journey down to the stream from his satchel. He had been planning to have it as a snack on the way back, but instead he held it out for the deer to eat. When it had taken the fruit, Henrik had been both delighted and amazed.
 âFather would not be pleased at that wasted opportunity, Henrik. Animals are for food, not to be fed by you.â Finn berated him. I sent him a glare, feeling everyone else at the table do the same before I looked over to Henrik and offered him a bright smile, wanting the sadness in his eyes to go away.
 âI wish I could do that, for some reason whenever an animal sees me, it runs the other way.â I frowned, leaning forward on Nikâs lap a little more to get a clearer view of the youngest Mikaelson, âwhatâs your secret?â
 Henrikâs smile was brighter than the sun as he laughed. Nikâs hand went to my lower back, rubbing small circles of appreciation for subtly telling Henrik that liking animals was nothing to be ashamed of.
 âYou have to be calm and show no fear,â Henrik shrugged like it was no big deal, but his grin was proud.
 âYouâll have to teach me sometime.â I told him, genuinely meaning it.
 âFor sure.â Henrik promised me.
 âCareful there, Nik, it looks like you have competition for Ariannaâs affections.â Kol teased, leaning forward and ruffling Henrikâs hair. He blushed and batted away his brotherâs hand in annoyance and embarrassment.
 We all chuckled, well everyone aside from Finn and Tatia. Maybe they would have been better together? They werenât easily pleased; maybe they could please each other? It wasnât long after that Finn excused himself to take Henrik home, much to his displeasure; he didnât like that he had to go to bed so much earlier than all of his other siblings. Finn however seemed overjoyed that his mother had given him the task to take his brother home at the right time, so there was that at least.
 âSo, Katarina, Arianna, where are you both from?â Tatia asked and I flat out ignored her, sending Katy a look to let her know she could take this one.
 My hand was still running through Nikâs hair, and I knew I was being more affectionate than this Nik was used to, but I couldnât help it. This was how I was used to acting around him, and now that I had literally been placed onto his lap, trying to keep my hands to myself was pointless. But the guilt over Henrik was still bouncing around in my gut, I knew there was nothing I could do about it, but it didnât help the ache. Nik detangled his hand from mine and brushed my hair behind my ear to caress my cheek.
 âWhatâs on your mind, love?â he asked quietly, both of us ignoring the conversation happening around us. I leaned into his touch, enjoying the familiar warmth as I stared into his beautiful blue eyes that were full of concern.
 âI-I think Iâm a little tired. Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to be rude.â I stuttered, looking down to my hands that were twiddling nervously in my lap. His index finger came underneath my chin and gently tilted my head until I met his eyes again.
 âYou have nothing to apologise for. Come, Iâll walk you back to your hut.â He said, waiting for me to stand up off his lap before pushing himself from his chair. I reached for his hand as soon as he was on his feet, another force of habit. Now that I had given in there was nothing stopping me, and so touching him at this point was basically muscle memory. Now that I wasnât focusing on holding myself back, my body was falling into familiar habits.
 âIâm going to take Arianna back to her hut and then Iâm going home.â Nik told the others.
 âOkay, goodnight.â Bekah smiled at me, âmaybe you, Katarina and I can take a walk tomorrow? I think that would be lovely.â
 âIt would. Come to our hut when you wish to leave?â I said, squeezing her hand as I passed by her. She grinned and nodded. I gave everyone else a wave, ignoring Tatiaâs sour face as Nik and I started walking away from the main part of the village.
 âYou donât really talk about where youâre from.â Nik commented after a while.
 âI donât like to talk about it.â I lied, biting my lip and vowing to apologise profusely to Nik when I got back to my time, âmy parents only saw me as a pawn to enhance their wealth. They promised my hand to a brute of a man. I didnât want to marry him, so I ran away. Katarina was a friend of mine in our village, she was in a similar predicament and so she came with me.â
 âYouâre very strong. Itâs one of the things I like about you.â He smiled his dimpled smile.
 âOne of the things?â I mused, taking his other hand with my free one so all of our hands were entwined as I turned him to face me, âwhat else do you like about me?â
 âYouâre brave, compassionate, loyal, protective, funny⊠beautiful.â He kissed my forehead and I felt my eyes close at the sensation. When I opened them I noticed he didnât move away. Our lips were only an inch apart.
 âOne of the things I like about you is how strong you are, too.â I murmured, wanting him to hear the words.
 âWhat else?â he breathed and the desperation in his eyes made my heart ache.
 âYouâre sweet, kind, funny, loyal, gentle, talented and powerful.â I told him, moving forward just a little more, I could feel his lips press against mine as I spoke, but it was only a whisper of a touch.
 Nikâs hands untangled from mine and went to my waist, gently pulling my body flush against his. My own hands went to his biceps and then slid up to his shoulders. Before I could blink, his lips were on mine. But this kiss was different than the one we had shared on my first night. This was soft, slow and filled with so much emotion it made my knees weak. As if he could sense it, he held me tighter against him, his hand splaying across my lower back. It didnât go any further and I was a little surprised. When I had first arrived, I was aware I had been a distraction, but tonight had been the first indication that he actually cared for me. It made my dead heart pound and filled my stomach with butterflies. A part of me wondered if the whole evening had been a ploy to make Tatia jealous, but the look in his eyes told me it wasnât. It was a look I had been on the receiving end of many times in fifty years. He was looking at me how my Nik looked at me, with complete adoration and... love. It made my breath catch in my throat. I leaned forward and kissed his cheek, before offering him my hand to continue walking back to my hut. He cleared his throat and took it, both of us sharing a soft smile as we continued on in comfortable silence.
 When we finally reached our destination, I couldnât help but cling to his hold a little tighter, not wanting him to go. Both Katy and I hadnât been sleeping well the whole time we had been here; when youâre used to sleeping next to someone for five decades, itâs hard to suddenly have him not there. Thankfully he didnât comment on my reluctance and he pressed a kiss to my forehead.
 âGoodnight, Arianna.â He whispered, but I stopped him as he went to leave.
 âWait. Do you⊠will you stay with me?â I asked so quietly I wondered if his human ears would be able to detect the sound.
 âOf course I will,â he offered me a soft smile when I looked up to meet his gaze.
 Without another word, we went inside and for the first time since I had entered that century, I had a peaceful nights sleep.
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Trope: Soulmate marks.
Twist: Lexa doesnât have one. Clarke does.
5/? - (Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3Â - Part 4)
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Clarke đ
You didnât miss much at the party- so much dancing and then it rained!
Maybe I can show you another part of town next Friday?
The days went by slowly. Lexa had deconstructed the routine sheâd enjoyed the last few weeks, her chest still aching from the decision she'd made. She liked Clarke - there was no denying that. Sheâd gravitated toward her while she peacefully read in an armchair and the attraction had only grown since. Cutting her out completely wasnât the solution. Now that Lexa knew Clarke had a soulmate, all she needed to do was swallow back those feelings. Lexa knew they could be friends afterward - there was no reason not to be. Clarkeâs qualities hadnât suddenly disappeared because they didnât have a romantic future.Â
Maybe one day they would even laugh about this. About how theyâd flirted over pool and old fashioned cocktails and gelatos. Clarke would be with her soulmate and Lexa-
Lexa would have someone too. Someone sheâd be free to love with her entire soul without a limited timeline looming over them. Someone she would be enough for.Â
~
On Friday, Lexa had driven from the school to Coffee on the Moon. She missed  the drinks and food, but mostly she knew she couldnât lock herself in her apartment forever. If she wanted her future in this city, she needed to work for it. Driving from the school to her place every day was no way to live. More than that, it wasnât how Lexa wanted to live. She didnât know how sheâd gotten to be so morose. On some days it was harder to fight than others. But sheâd picked herself up before and she could do it again.Â
âLook who the shitty weather finally dragged in,â Raven announced when she saw her.
 It was said jokingly, which Lexa wasnât sure what to make of. Maybe Clarke hadnât told her anything about her unanswered texts. Lexa had stared at them a long time, drafting and erasing an apology dozens of times. But what could she say that didnât sound like the most selfish of excuses? Sorry that I need time to squash my feelings before I can be your friend? Sorry that I would never be enough for you? It wasnât like Clarke had led her on. Sheâd probably thought Lexa knew about her mark. And itâd been her mistake not to double-check with the registry.Â
âRain and quizzes to evaluate,â she told Raven.
âQuizzes on your second week? Harsh.â
Lexa shook her head while closing her umbrella. What an odd summer this was. âTheyâre not graded. Iâm just trying to get a sense of where everyone is at.â
âYou want a regular?â Raven asked as she went to the coffee machine.
âPlease. And a turkey and cheese.â
Raven rung her up and then walked with her to the corner table, where Lexa sat after doing a quick glance around. It was moderately busy for a rainy Friday afternoon.
âSo how dâyou like the job?â Raven asked her.
âItâs good. Great. The kids are already in the rhythm of things.â
âKids adapt fast. What about the teachers? Did you meet Octavia?â
âIs she a substitute? I heard about her, but I donât think sheâs been around yet.â
âShe mightâve been. O can be a bit of a ninja. Iâll tell her to keep an eye out for you.â
âOh thatâs not-â
âWhat about that bald bitch Titus?â
Lexa pressed her lips together. âWell... thatâs one way to describe him.â
âTitus was my history teacher. Been around for as long as dinosaurs roamed the earth, I swear.â
âI noticed the antiquated belief system he has, yes.â
Raven frowned. âIs he giving you trouble?â
âNot really. If anything heâs made it clear we wonât be having any discussions at all.â
âDonât feel bad, it might not even be a mark thing - heâs a famous grouch.â
Lexa wrapped her hands around her coffee cup. âItâs always a mark thing, Raven.â
âWell color me shocked heâs still a dick,â Raven sighed. âIâll leave you to it, but let me know if you need anything.â
Lexa ate a few bites of her sandwich before she finally took out the quizzes from her briefcase.
~
An hour later, just as Lexa thought to finish at home, she felt herself tense and looked up. She saw Clarke through the window of the shop and clutched the paper she was holding tightly. Clarke was closing her umbrella and ran a hand through her hair before pushing open the door to the shop. She brightened at the warmth of the place and then stopped when her eyes caught Lexa.
Lexa knew she should have looked away, or maybe even gotten up, but she was frozen in place and the past few days seemed to have gone straight down the drain. Her feelings had escaped their carefully constructed cage and her heart had joined in.
Clarke walked toward her with a small smile, not quite the grin Lexa had memorized, but... tender nevertheless.Â
Hi, Clarke signed.Â
Lexa smiled back but felt sudden despair. She couldnât do this - not yet. Clearly she needed more time before she could even look at Clarke without wanting to gift her the goddamn moon. No, she couldnât go back on what sheâd insisted was the right decision.Â
She mouthed a weak Hey in return until she finally had to look away. A few seconds later, her phone lit up with a notification.Â
Can we chat?
Clarke pointed at the chair in front of hers, sending Lexa into a panic.
âI actually- I need to finish some work,â she answered.Â
She briefly looked up and saw Clarke mouth, âTomorrow?â
âI canât. I was... I was planning on building this bookshelf I got."
Clarke bit her lip, then texted something quickly. She gave Lexa a hopeful look.
I can help. I'm handy with tools.
Lexa couldnât stand it anymore. âI just need to be alone, Clarke.â
Clarke's smile slowly fell as she understood it wasn't a time constraint that kept Lexa from hanging out with her. She put her phone in her pocket before nodding weakly and turning away. She didnât say goodbye to Raven as she left the shop, pulling the door closed behind her with a harsh click.Â
Lexa watched as she opened her umbrella and rushed away. Furious at her own self, Lexa quickly put the rest of the quizzes in her briefcase and got up.
âWoa wait, what was that about?â Raven asked as she walked by.
âNothing. I - there was a misunderstanding.â
âReally? So you didnât go out with her and then completely ignore her?â
Lexa stopped in her tracks. She hadnât expected Raven to be so friendly before if sheâd known all along. âI didnât know she... Anya told me she didnât have a mark and I-â
âOh again with the mark.â
âYou wouldnât get it.â
âTry me.â
Lea frowned. âYou know how it feels to be the layover.â
âYeah it fucking sucks, so what? Sheâs crazy about you.â
Lexa swallowed hard. âSheâll get over me. Everyone does.â
Raven stepped closer to her. âYou like her, too.â
âI'm working on that.â
âNo, I think youâre in deep.â
âYou barely even know me.â
Raven didnât seem impressed by the sharp rebuttal. âYou express ordered like 10 books on ASL.â
Lexa struggled to close her briefcase with how shaky her hands had gotten in her haste. âIâm going to kill Anya.â
âSave your energy. You know, for someone who hates the mark so much, you sure obsess over it a lot.â
Lexaâs head snapped up. âIâm trying to protect myself.â
Raven laughed. âFrom who? That woman who just walked out looking like you already broke her heart? Sheâs been asking to be with you ever since you met and youâre going to sweep that under the rug because of a mark that - by the way? Might as well not even exist anymore at the rate itâs disappearing. But you wouldnât know that since you ran before using your own damn words.â
Lexa exhaled, bottom lip trembling as she realized sheâd effectively pushed Clarke away without an explanation.
âYou donât understand. I put myself out there and... for a while it works, Iâm happy, but then someone else says something or... or it just peters out and I donât even know why. I donât know but the world is convinced that itâs because thereâs something so wrong with me that I donât have the ability to be with someone, let alone someone with a mark. So what if itâs true? How can I be with Clarke when I know thereâs someone out there who- who could give her better?"
"You know Iâm not the one you should be telling this, right?â
Lexa stopped fighting the welling of tears in her eyes. She was so tired of it all.Â
âHey, Lexa?â Raven asked quietly. âIt seems to me like your idea of protecting yourself is just hurting you a whole lot more.â
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Part 6
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Code Geass MBTI Challenge Turn 9: Kyoshiro Tohdoh - ISTJ
With the exception of Anya and a few members of the Akito the Exiled cast, Kyoshiro Tohdoh is the character on our list with probably the least amount of information about his personal thoughts, views and experiences. With that in mind, I still think that the show gives us just enough of a glimpse into his personality in order to be able to type him accurately, to the point where I actually had to retype him a few times and overall was given more to think about than I originally expected. Before I start explaining this characterâs functions, please keep in mind, that this post will contain heavy Code Geass spoilers, so consider yourselves warned. With that out of the way, let us analyse why Kyoshiro Tohdoh is an ISTJ.
Dominant Introverted Sensing/Si
Tohdohâs Si is actually very comparable to Ohgiâs, because they value very similar things, but diverge in what further conclusions they do with those values based on their auxiliary and tertiary functions (this is coincidentally perhaps the best opportunity we will ever have to compare an ISFJ to an ISTJ). Much like Ohgi, Tohdoh largely bases his values around Japanese tradition, however he does not see them as something to be explored and shared with others (Ti and Fe), so mach as he uses it to dictate the rules he wants to see himself and his surrounding world world to develop in accordance with (Fi and Te). This sometimes makes him appear much more narrow-minded than he actually is, simply because he has a very specific idea of what he wants to achieve for Japan and for himself and is very determined to make it a reality. In truth he is actually very capable of applying this personal system of principles to others, which is what makes him a competent teacher and role model for Suzaku.
A common trait of dominant Si-users in fiction is that they can be both idealistic and practical in their mindset, with Si being tied to tangible evidence and facts by being a sensing function, while also being introverted and therefore highly subjective and personal to the user. Tohdoh himself embodies this balance quite well: we often see him talk in ways that are sentimental, with topics like honour and his hopes and fears for Japanâs distant future being brought up a lot, but, as Zero mentions during his prison break-in in R1, all of Tohdohâs legendary success comes down to careful planning and intelligence work. In fact, it seems that Tohdoh himself understands this very well, as we never really see him refer to his work as âmiraclesâ in a non-ironic manner, despite being seen as such by his followers. At his core Tohdoh still very much prefers to deal with factual details, planning out his operations and insisting on taking part in them personally, solidifying him as both a skilled and passionate tactician and leader, and, much like with Ohgi, this is the potential that Lelouch sees in him.
Auxiliary Extroverted Thinking/Te
As stated above, Tohdohâs success as a leader mainly comes down to methodical and meticulous work combined with a fairly tactical mindset. His Te is certainly an important component of this, as we see him rely on it when he has to step out of his Si comfort zone. We see several examples of this happening when Tohdoh doesnât see an obvious answer to a problem: his usual response is to trust in Zeroâs judgement even if he has to blindly follow orders without a clear understanding of what his leader is planning. This demonstrates a healthy use of auxiliary Te, as it shows his willingness to abandon his immediate instinct to systematically observe the situation by himself (Si) when there is clearly no point in doing that, instead going with a more conventionally rational Te approach and trusting Lelouch because he has proven to be effective in the past. This is both supported and kept in check by his Fi, which gives him a degree of confidence in his judge of other peopleâs character as well as stops him from being a blindly devoted follower with no clear direction of his own. Compare this to Ohgi, who trusts others (Zero in this example) based on his perception of their sense of morality and trustworthiness (Fe), while his tertiary Ti balances this notion out by making him question his own judgement and thinking of the benefits of a given decision that is independent of ethical questions.
To put it in a somewhat simplified manner, Te is a form of generalist logic, developing a systematic âone size fits allâ way of looking at a problem for the user, as they mature. The higher Te is in the functional stack, the more its logical system is complex and willing to account for exceptions, meaning that the kind of over-generalising behaviour that Te-users are often stereotyped for is much more commonly seen in unhealthy, immature or low (in terms of the stack) users. A much more healthy use of Te is comparatively rare in fiction or isnât recognised nearly as often, however Tohdohâs tactical ability and respect for authority provide good examples. Neither of the two are things he carries out blindly or out of principle, in fact he demonstrates a high degree of autonomy when deciding to trust his comrades and his superiors - instead these choices come from an understanding that this kind of trust the most reasonable course of action in most difficult situations.
As a soldier these qualities make Tohdoh outstanding.
Tertiary Introverted Feeling/Fi
Tohdohâs Fi comes out in most of his unhealthier moments, meaning that he enters a Si-Fi loop. Whenever he finds himself in a difficult situation with no apparent solutions provided by his first two functions and nobody else to follow, Tohdoh is prone to giving up all hope and surrendering to his fate. The excuse he uses to justify this is also very evident of an unhealthy use of Fi: in his mind he chooses death to preserve his honour and deserves his fate for his personal failure. With Fi being a function that focuses on very personal values, this is an example of using it defensively instead of finding the inner strength to maintain hope and readiness for an opportunity to improve the situation. This almost causes him to reject a chance of freedom that Zero is basically handing to him in R1. It usually takes an external perspective (Te) such as Zeroâs or that of his fellow Holy Swords pilots to âsnap him out ofâ this internally focused state and show him that he can still find a reason to continue fighting without sacrificing his life and that his honour is not compromised by such a choice.
On a somewhat healthier note, Fi also puts an interesting spin on the direction of Tohdohâs dominant function, giving him a firm belief that a person should keep true to their goals and principles no matter the cost. This is why his initial disappointment in Suzaku disappears to a large degree, when he learns that his former studentâs life choices are in full accordance with the ideals he holds. While he still sees Suzaku as an enemy, Tohdoh develops a respect for his willingness to follow the path he chose despite being seen as a traitor to the Japanese by almost everyone and even encourages him to continue. While his Fi isnât high enough in his stack to make relating to others necessarily easy, it does give him the ability to readily acknowledge that there are subjectively justifiable reasons behind everyoneâs actions, no matter how different the person in question may be from himself.
Inferior Extroverted Intuition/Ne
Tohdoh does not get as much screen time or opportunities to speak as some of the other characters on our list, however because of his brutal honesty and overall being based on a fairly common fictional archetype, it isnât very difficult to understand his fears and weaknesses as a human being. Dominant Si is a function rooted in personal experiences and principles (both moral and logical) that are very personal to the user and allow them to find a place for themselves in the world they inhabit. A common way for inferior Ne to oppose this is the fear of loss of oneâs self and the personal principles that make us who we are. This makes Tohdoh reluctant to make decisions that contradicts his ideas about the kind of person he should be and the ways in which he should act. This kind of insecurity provides an understandable explanation for his Si-Fi loops: trying to avoid execution to him is similar to refusing punishment for his failure to liberate Japan, and that would go against his understanding of what he should stand for. This is why he only agrees to escape his prison when offered a chance of redemption.
On a more general scale, inferior Fi makes it hard for Tohdoh to truly understand other peopleâs motivations and plans when he doesnât see the evidence leading up to them. Given that Lelouch is Ni-dominant and hence much more willing to rely on theoretical approximations and calculated risks rather than playing it safe and going with the facts, this tends to happen often and Tohdoh is often left having to trust in his leaderâs competence without actually knowing what he is up to. Being mature and relatively healthy, however, Tohdoh does not tend to be bothered by this too much, recognising when his life is in capable hands instead of giving in to a fear of uncertainty, as unhealthy or immature Si-doms can often do.
However, please keep in mind that this is only my opinion on the matter and I will welcome any criticisms or alternative opinions to discuss them. If this article was interesting for you, stay prepared for next time, when I shall discuss the MBTI type of Diethard Ried.
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Zosia and Jac one shot...
âI thought you would have at least bought me a drink before trying to see me naked.â
I hold the mug of tea in my hand, noticing the shakiness of my hand. I shrug it off before sighing, I havenât felt well all week. I had three days off work last week and I know Jac is going to pissed off with me! I finish my tea before walking off into the ward, seeing some of the nurses busy doing jobs, âoh Dr March, Miss Naylor wanted a word in her office.â A young nurse says hesitantly, I roll my eyes before turning on my shoe and waking to Jacs office. I knock lightly on the door and open it slightly, âyou wanted to see me?â I call out quietly as I watch the formidable red head spin around in her chair and delicately place her heels on the ground. She gives me one of her infamous glares before gesturing for me to to walk in, âglad to see you back Dr March- hope your feeling well.â Jac states sarcastically, I stare at the ground ignoring the twinge of pain in my stomach and lower back, âsorry about last week, I was really unwell.â I reply trying to justify myself, âand I was a senior consultant down, do you know how many surgeries I had to cancel and rearrange?â She replies sternly, I shake my head, I know better to just let her say what she has to say. âDo you know how many days off I had when I was pregnant. None. Because I just sucked it up and got on with it.â Jac says harshly, I nod and take deep breaths, my heart suddenly pounding in my chest, âbed 5 aortic aneurysm prep for surgery- your assisting.â Jac says holding out a patients file, I nod and gladly take the document before rushing off back onto the ward.
âWell done Dr March. That was good surgery.â Jac says as we walk back onto Darwin after successfully repairing a patients aortic aneurysm. I nod and smile to myself, âI am working on a new project at the moment and need an assistant surgeon. Walk and talk.â Jac says matter of factly, I quickly pick up my water bottle and follow behind her listening to her proposal. The two of us get into the lift, probably heading to Hansens office, Iâm not really taking anything Jac is saying in, as a pain fills my body and stomach. Thatâs when I notice the lights flicker off and the lift come to a stop, âweâre not moving.â I blurt outloud immediately panicking, âwhat?â Jac asks staring at me through her glasses, âthe lift, itâs stopped.â I state agin looking around and feeling my heart race. âOkay well donât panic Iâm sure thereâs some explanation, Iâll ring the alarm.â Jac says rolling her eyes, I clutch my stomach, I know there is something wrong with the baby. âItâs not working. Dammit, I havenât got any signal on my phone either.â Jac says now understanding the seriousness of the situation. âWoah, are you okay?â She asks as I clutch my stomach in pain, panting slightly, âI think thereâs something wrong with the baby.â I mumble getting out of breath, âgreat! Just great! Thatâs fucking fantastic!â Jac says throwing her hands in the air, âJesus you really helped calm me down. Thankyou!â I reply sarcastically as I let out an inaudible groan, âJac something is wrong.â I whisper panicking to the max now, tears filling my eyes as I fear for my life and the babyâs. âIâm sure itâs just Braxton hi-â she begins to say before water comes splashing out of my legs onto the floor and her shoes, âoh god you have got to be kidding me!â She says as I smirk slightly, âyou were saying?â I mumble, I see her roll her eyes and place her folder down in the furtherest corner of the room, âJac itâs too soon. I canât be in labour. Iâm only 26 weeks.â I whisper completely terrified at the thought of giving birth in a lift, with only Jac Naylor, when Iâm this early. I try to read the usually stone faced consultants face as I see fear and panic fill her own eyes, I start groaning again as the pain becomes too much to bare. âRight Okay. Iâm taking charge, Zosia sit down, pull your trousers off, have you got a vest top on?â Jac says confusing me, I nod and continue to groan, âtake your top off too, so we have something to wrap the baby in.â Jac says nodding. I nod in too much pain to protest, I slowly pull down my blue scrub bottoms that are soaking wet and kick them to the corner, and use all my strength to pull my scrubs top off leaving me in black knickers and a black vest top- not something I would have wanted Jac too see me in. âI thought you would have at least bought me a drink before trying to see me naked.â I mumble offering Jac as smirk as she rolls her eyes. I scream out in pain again as another contraction hits me, I reach out and grab hold of Jacs arm squeezing tight and feel her lower me to the ground.
âJac, Jac itâs too early. The baby- it- it canât come yet.â I scream out in pain as I continue to panic, âWell this baby is coming whether you like it or not, so we have to do what we have to do.â Jac says sternly as I nod, preparing myself for the fact that my baby will probably not make it. âZosia I need to see how dilated you are.â Jac says as I nod, I watch and grimace with pain as another contraction hits me. âOkay, yep your 10cm.â Jac says wiping her hand on her trousers, I nod, feeling like Iâm about to throw up. âI can see the babies head, push, Zosia come on push!â Jac says as I hold her hand squeezing tight and screaming, âOkay, stop, donât push, just breath.â Jac says as I freeze, it should be crying. Why isnât it crushing. âPant now, babies head is out, just little pushes.â Jac says her own face even paler than normal. I give one last agonising push before a weird sensation comes over me, itâs out. âWhy- why isnât it crying?â I ask, already crying as I see Jac shake her head. I watch as Jac carefully cut the cord, âJac?â I whisper knowing the answer, everything goes into slow motion as I begin to sob, knowing Iâve lost my baby. I watch as Jac wraps it up in my top, rubbing itâs back hard and giving it cpr.
Then my heart stops as I hear the most incredible sound I have ever heard in my life, the small, weak cry of a baby, my baby. âZosia, you have a little girl.â Jac says wiping away her own tears as she places the smallest baby in my arms, I cry as I stare at the tiny thing. She doesnât even look like a baby. I stare at her, eyes shut and all pink, my heart filling immediately with love. I keep her close to me, trying to keep her as warm as possible. I reach out and grab Jacs hand, squeezing tightly, âThankyou.â I whisper, tears rolling down my face, she smiles at me and kisses me gently on the head.
Thatâs when we notice the lights coming back on and the lift moving, itâs going to be okay. Weâre going to be okay. The doors open to the ED and Jac immediately jumps up calling for help, almost instantly nurses appear and Iâm on a trolly and being whisked away.
48 hours later
I stare at the tiny little baby in the incubator, her heart rising fast as she tries her best to breath. I wipe away tears and sit back, still sore and in complete shock of what just happened. I grab one of the nurses and tell her Iâm going for a walk and grab my bag. I pull my cardigan around me further and make my way up to Darwin. I walk down the corridor smiling at some of the nurses before stopping outside her door. I lightly knock and her stern, cold voice makes me smile. âOh Zosia, I didnât realise it was you.â Jac instantly says as I walk in, âhow are you doing? Howâs the baby?â She asks as I take a seat on her sofa, âIâm doing good, very emotional and sheâs fighting.â I say smiling, Jac nods and a comfortable silence fills the room. âI know you donât do sentimental gifts but I got you this.â I say handing over a small bag, she raises an eyebrow before peering in, revealing a willow tree ornament, thatâs the angel of hope. âZosia itâs lovely, you didnât have to get me anything.â Jac says smiling returning her gaze to me, âtheres one more thing, I wanted to ask, you can say no, but if you would be her godmother?â I ask with a tear filling my eye, âyou really want me to be her godmother?â Jac asks sounding surprised, âyou helped her come into this world and letâs be honest everyone needs a Jac Naylor in the corner!â I say with a small laugh, at which she laughs and nods. âI cannot Thank you enough for what you did. I will be eternally grateful.â I says smiling Jac nods, I know she finds it hard to take compliments like this. âHave you thought of a name?â Jac ask trying to avoid the tear in her eye from falling, I nod and smile, âher name is Liliana Jaqueline Anya March.â I say smiling, Jac smiles a tear now rolling down her cheek. âItâs beautifull.â She whispers I nod and stand up, âI had best be off, Thankyou.â I say waking towards the door, âIâll pop down when I finish up here to come see you both.â She says smiling l, I nod and smile before walking out the door and back to my perfect little baby.
#bbc holby#holbycity#zosia march#zosia self#jac naylor#josia#fanfic#oneshot#rosiemarcel#camillaarkfewdson#casualty
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Lancelot (13/14)
Lexa Woods, an impeccably dressed British secret agent for the covert Kingsman organisation, whose latest mission sees her sneaking through the corridors of the White House in the middle of the night, finds herself having to seduce the daughter of the newly elected President of the United States in a bid to save the world. Itâs a surprise to Lexa when she ends up falling for her target as fast as she does, meanwhile Clarke doesnât expect her gorgeous date for an international political gala dinner to drag her into a world of thrill and danger where one wrong move could cause a global disaster.
a clexa kingsman au | chapter 13/14 read on ao3
Lexa doesnât know where her jacket is.
Itâs clearly not the most pressing issue at the moment, not when there are doctors checking up on each guest, not when there are armed members of the secret service with body armour and riot shields swarming around.
It was a very nice jacket though. The fit was just right and the red velour a striking colour that filled Lexa with confidence. Lexa will be disappointed if she canât find it and ends up leaving it behind. She doesnât think sheâll ever have another one like it, not unless she asks the tailors at Kingsman to make another one identical to it, but that would mean having to admit that sheâs been careless enough to misplace the first.
Clarke would look good in Lexaâs jacket. It would suit her much better than the oversized menâs jacket she still wears over her dress. Lexa shudders even at the thought of Clarke wearing something that belongs to Roan Azgeda, when there is a perfectly good jacket belonging to Lexa that would keep her just as warm and make her look twice as good.
If only Lexa could locate itâŠ
âLexa! There you are!â
Lexaâs head snaps up as she hears her own name, to find Anya striding towards her with purpose in each step.
âHave you seen my jacket?â asks Lexa. âIt must be around here somewhere.â
âThatâs your biggest concern right now?â
Of course it isnât Lexaâs biggest concern. Lexa is worried that one of the guests will have slipped away without being treated for the poison, sheâs worried that sheâs going to get arrested and tried for murder even though she only shot Ontari to save everybody else, sheâs worried that Clarke wonât forgive her and that sheâll have to live the rest of her life with the knowledge that sheâs betrayed the one person sheâs allowed herself to truly care about. But itâs easier to suppress all of that and pretend that itâs all about a jacket.
âItâs a nice jacket,â shrugs Lexa. âIt would be a shame if I didnât get to wear it again.â
Anya reaches out and rests her hand on Lexaâs arm.
âYouâre allowed to feel things, Lex,â Anya tells her, voice full of concern. âItâs not a weakness.â
Lexa canât help the way that her gaze flicks across to where Clarke sits next to her father across the room, still huddled up under Roanâs jacket.
âLook where feeling things got me,â Lexa mutters bitterly.
Anya must sense Lexaâs resentment because she swiftly changes the topic.
âAnyway, theyâve arrested Nia Azgeda on her way to JFK to flee the country. She and her son are both going to face charges of treason, attempted murder, and attempted assassination of a President, to name a few.â
âSo thatâs it?â asks Lexa. âJob done?â
âI think so,â nods Anya.
Lexa pauses, looking around the room at all of the lives sheâs saved tonight and wondering why she doesnât feel better than this about such an accomplishment.
She voices this to Anya.
âSomehow I donât feel as good as I should about that.â
âMe neither,â admits Anya.
âI think itâs pretty close call as to which of us is Kingsmanâs worst agent,â jokes Lexa, hoping to lighten the mood.
âBullshit,â snorts Anya, shaking her head in disagreement. âItâs very obviously me, by a long way.â
Lexa tries to protest, knowing that this mission has had its fair share of hiccups that have been a direct result of mistakes that she has made.
âBut IâŠâ
âSaved the lives of hundreds of people while I was too busy shagging Raven to care,â interrupts Anya, completing Lexaâs sentence before Lexa has the chance to say something self-deprecating about her own involvement in the mission.
Lexa considers Anyaâs words and, realising that she doesnât have the energy to protest, concedes half-heartedly.
âWell, when you put it like thatâŠâ
âYou needed me and I wasnât there,â says Anya. âAnd I can only apologise for that and promise you that it wonât happen again.â
âItâs all fine now,â says Lexa. âWe did it. We saved all these lives.â
Lexa gestures around the room, to the masses of guests that could have ended tonight as corpses, had it not been for a Kingsman intervention and the quick-thinking and hard work of Lexa and Anya. Lexa shudders even at the thought of it. All it would have taken is for one thing to have gone differently over the last couple of weeks, and there could have been a death toll of more than one here tonight. Lexa doesnât want to imagine what would have happened if things hadnât played out like they did, if she hadnât agreed to go to that bar with Anya and bumped into Clarke again after Merlin specifically forbade them from leaving the hotel.
Itâs a dark thought, and Lexa tries to swim away from it by lightening the mood.
âJesus, I canât believe I saved the life of a Tory Prime Minister,â she says, rolling her eyes dramatically as she watches the British Prime Minister across the room, talking rapidly over a phone.
Anya doesnât laugh, and Lexa glances up at her oldest friend to find anxiety written all over her face.
Lexa tries to put herself in Anyaâs situation and imagines how she would be feeling if it was Clarke who ended up in the back of an ambulance with a bullet in her leg. She knows that she would be beside herself with worry, unable to do anything at all until she had the physical proof that Clarke would make a full recovery. Hell, Lexa is already worried about Clarkeâs wellbeing, and the girl only sitting across the room, unharmed by bullets or any other weapons.
âIs Raven going to be okay?â asks Lexa, unsure how Anya is staying so unaffected by it all.
âI think so,â nods Anya. âI wanted to follow her to the hospital but she told me to stay here and make sure that everybody else was okay too. But I phoned the hospital pretending to be her mum and they told me that her condition is stable.â
âIâm glad to hear that,â Lexa says truthfully. âYou could probably go, you know. I think thereâs enough people here to have everything under control. Iâm sure Raven would appreciate a familiar face at her side.â
âI donât know,â shrugs Anya. âI donât want to abandon you here again. I would die if something happened while I was gone.â
Lexa shakes her head and rests a reassuring hand on Anyaâs shoulder.
âNow whoâs the one hiding from their feelings?â asks Lexa, shooting Anya a teasing grin.
âOh, piss off!â
Lexa wakes up to a knock on her hotel room door. A quick glance at the screen of her phone tells her that itâs just gone four thirty in the afternoon - sheâs slept for nearly ten hours, but Lexaâs eyes are still heavy with tiredness.
Lexa is far too exhausted to give a shit about her appearance. She still wears the clothes from last night, or at least the shirt and trousers, both crumpled and a little blood-spattered and not at all appropriate for answering the door in. But the list of people who could be at her door is only three: Anya or Merlin here to update her on the arrangement for leaving America now that their job here is done; or one of the hotelâs maids who, Lexa reasons, has probably seen some much weirder stuff than a little blood on a guestâs shirt.
The person outside knocks again, and Lexa reluctantly hauls herself up onto her feet and trudges over to the door, where she unlocks it with a click and turns the handle to open it.
âUm, hi.â
Itâs Clarke. Not Anya, not Merlin, definitely not a maid, but Clarke. Lexa wishes now more than ever that she had taken the time to shower and change her clothes before she fell asleep. In comparison, Clarke looks as clean and as fresh-faced as she would if she hadnât had the night that she did at the gala dinner.
âClarke,â says Lexa, trying not to show how surprised she is to find Clarke outside her hotel room. âI ⊠uh, I fell asleep as soon I got back here. I was completely wiped out.â
Clarke glances down at Lexaâs attire and nods once.
âI can see that. Can I come in?â
Lexa steps aside immediately and Clarke takes hesitant steps past her and into the hotel room. Clarke hovers near the door, not quite making herself at home, and Lexa is left feeling only even more awkward about the way they left things last. It seems strange to be this careful around each other, especially given the memories they made in this very room just days ago after their date, but Lexa has to remind herself that Clarke has every right to still be angry at her.
âClarke, I just want to start by saying that Iâm soâŠâ
âNo,â Clarke interrupts her. âYou donât get to apologise yet. Iâve spent a lot of time thinking about this - thinking about you - and Iâve practiced ten different versions of what I want to say to you, so you donât get to say anything until Iâve got this out.â
Lexa closes her mouth and nods obediently, waiting for Clarke to say her piece.
âIâve been trying to get my head around why you lied,â admits Clarke. She lets out a sigh, then continues animatedly, âLike, it frustrated the fuck out of me at first. I thought we had something special and how dare you think you could play me like that? But also, how could I be stupid enough to fall for that?â
Lexa wants nothing more than to interject, to tell Clarke that they do have something special, that she hasnât been able to think about anything but Clarke since they first stumbled into each other in the halls of the White House. But she knows that Clarke still has so much more to say, and Lexa forcibly keeps her mouth closed and saves her apologies and explanations until Clarke gives her permission to speak.
âIf you said to me that you needed to be at the dinner because of your mission, I would have invited you in an instant,â continues Clarke. âYou must have known that!â
Though she stays silent, Lexa gives a little nod in response.
âAnd thatâs when it hit me,â says Clarke. âYou wanted that date. You wanted an âusâ that was more than me just being a girl you met on a mission.â
Lexaâs eyes start to prickle with tears, and an uncomfortable lump forms in her throat, making it difficult for her to swallow.
Clarke continues, her voice softer and more thoughtful than before, and her blue eyes boring into Lexa.
âOur date and that night we spent together felt incredibly real and I donât think it would have happened like that if youâd just asked me to take you to the gala dinner. At least, thatâs what Iâm hoping. Because the only other option that makes sense is that you saw an opportunity to play me and get laid, and I really hope it wasnât that.â
Lexa shakes her head and wipes at the tears in her eyes before they have a chance to spill down her cheeks. This conversation is important and itâs going to be difficult enough without having to force the words out past wave after wave of tears.
âI told you that I donât do this often,â confesses Lexa. âI donât do feelings.â
Lexaâs knee twinges in pain and she grits her teeth as she mentally wills her old injury to go back to sleep, before she continues talking.
âThere have been girls on missions before, but thatâs always been easy,â Lexa tells Clarke. âThereâs things that you can say to make a girl swoon, things you can do to push the right buttons and get what you want, and thatâs easy because itâs a routine that Iâve practiced before. Itâs easy because I have no personal investment in those girls.â
âBut you do in me?â asks Clarke, her eyebrows raised.
Thereâs something that looks like hope in her eyes - a glimmer that reignites something within Lexaâs chest, a feeling that maybe there is still a chance to make things right with Clarke.
But of course there is still a chance. Clarke wouldnât have come here if there wasnât at least a small part of her still holding out for Lexa. It would have been way too easy to ignore Lexa, to let her fly back to England and forget about her entirely. The fact that sheâs here says as much as any words could do.
Itâs especially important for Lexa to get this right. Clarke has been kind enough to give her a chance to explain herself, and Lexa will berate herself for a long time if she takes that opportunity and fucks it up beyond repair.
âFrom the very second I first saw you, I knew I was in trouble,â admits Lexa, recalling their first meeting and the fluttering in her chest she felt when she first laid eyes on Clarke. âI donât want to call it love at first sight, but I could feel some kind of connection straight away.â
Clarke is quiet for a few seconds, and she takes a seat on the end of Lexaâs bed, before she finally concedes, âI felt it too.â
Lexaâs heart flips just like it did that very first time, in inexplicable rush of excitement in her chest at Clarkeâs admission that their first meeting had the same effect on her too.
âI donât think Iâve told you this yet, but I was wearing an earpiece that night,â says Lexa, smiling to herself at the memory. âI had Anya howling with laughter in my ear the entire time I was trying to make an impression on you, because even she knew that you were going to ruin me. And then ever since, Iâve had the real Anya reminding me that this is a mission, that you werenât allowed to be anything more than another mark.â
âSo really, Anya is the one I should be mad at right now?â asks Clarke.
âNo,â says Lexa, shaking her head. âBecause if it werenât for Anya, I never would have been in the bar that night, and I wouldnât have asked you to get me into the White House again, and I definitely wouldnât have asked you out on that date. Without Anya, I would have run away from my feelings and never spoken to you again.â
Clarkeâs eyebrows furrow together in thought.
âSo should I be throwing a drink in Anyaâs face, or buying her a thank you card?â
Lexa blushes a little bit at the reference to last night, remembering the feeling of the cool drink hitting her face and the betrayed look on Clarkeâs face right before she stormed away. It doesnât quite seem like that was only less than twenty four hours ago. So much has happened since then that Lexa feels as though an entire lifetime has passed since.
âI guess it depends what happens next,â answers Lexa, shrugging her shoulders.
Lexa knows what she wants to happen next. And if she gets her own way - if Clarke agrees that she wants to put things behind them and try to move forward together - Lexa thinks that maybe she will be the one who owes Anya and thank you card.
âWhen do you fly out?â asks Clarke.
âIn the next couple of days, I think,â replies Lexa.
She hasnât yet spoken to Anya or Merlin since she returned to the hotel very early this morning, but Lexa doesnât think that theyâll be staying in America long. The events of last night will likely be plastered all over the media and itâs unlikely that Merlin will let them stick around for long enough to get their faces associated with it all. Besides, now that their mission is over, thereâs no longer a reason to stay over here.
(Itâs a lie. There is a reason, and her name is Clarke Griffin.)
âAnd Iâm supposed to return to college tomorrow afternoon,â Clarke adds. She lets out a disheartened sigh, and then says, âIt feels a lot like the universe is working against us.â
Lexaâs heart catches in her throat. She almost doesnât want to believe what Clarke has said, wants to think that itâs just a product of her own hopeful imagination. Because it sounds a lot like Clarke has just admitted she wants to make things work with Lexa.
âAm I forgiven?â Lexa dares to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.
Clarke pushes herself up into a standing position and her hands reach out to seek Lexaâs hips, fingers gripping tightly as soon as she makes contact like she never wants to let Lexa go.
âYou idiot,â exhales Clarke. âOf course youâre forgiven.â
The way their lips crash together is inescapable, like the opposite poles of two magnets unable to stop themselves from flying together. Lexa nearly starts crying right there - she thought she had lost Clarke, thought that her own actions might have pushed Clarke away for good - and the noise that slips from her lips as she suppresses those tears ends up sounding like a choked whimper.
The noise seems to encourage Clarke. She takes two steps backwards and sits on the end of the bed again, and the hand on Lexaâs hips cling impossibly tighter. Lexa finds herself leaning forward as Clarke sits down, lips still unwilling to leave Clarkeâs even for a second. Thereâs a moment where Lexa thinks that sheâs free-falling, a split-second in which gravity seems to take over and the only thing tethering Lexa to reality is Clarkeâs touch on her hips and on her mouth, but itâs over in a flash. Lexa finds herself sitting in Clarkeâs lap as Clarke pulls her forward even further, until Lexaâs full body is pretty much covering Clarkeâs on the bed.
It would be so easy to get lost in each other, to keep kissing until long after hands wander and clothes come flying off, but Lexa knows herself well enough to know that thereâs a high chance that sheâll either burst into tears or pass out within moments of orgasming, and she isnât ready for that just yet.
They still have a lot left to discuss.
âWait, wait, stop,â Lexa mumbles against Clarkeâs lips, forcibly lifting her head and rolling off Clarkeâs body to the side. âWe should figure this out first.â
âBuzzkill,â says Clarke, rolling her eyes and wiping her mouth on the back of her hand as she sits up. âNo, Iâm kidding. Youâre right.â
Lexa moves to sit on the edge of the bed, putting a little bit of distance between them so that Clarke and her distractingly kiss-hazed eyes arenât right there in Lexaâs immediate vicinity. She needs a clear head for this next part of the conversation, and that wonât happen if she and Clarke are practically on top of each other.
âI have something else to tell you,â confesses Lexa. âI donât work for MI6.â
Clarkeâs mouth falls open and she frowns at Lexa in confusion, before she asks, âYou donât-? But if youâre not a secret agent then-â
âI work for an organisation called Kingsman,â explains Lexa. She laughs to herself, then adds, âI donât know if Iâm even allowed to tell you this but Iâm fed up of lying to you. Actually, I think Kingsman is probably so secret that it wouldnât even count as treason to tell you about it.â
âWhatâs Kingsman?â asks Clarke.
âA secret intelligence organisation based in London,â clarifies Lexa. âMost of what I told you is completely true. I really did join the army straight out of school but had to drop out because of injury. Then Anya, who I had known since school and was already working for Kingsman, put my name forward for the recruitment tests. I passed and they offered me this job. I became Agent Lancelot.â
âSo youâre a secret secret agent?â asks Clarke, a trace of awe in her voice.
Lexa nods, her lips twitching up into a little smile.
âI guess so. And Iâm sorry for lying to you. About this and about the dinner.â
âLucky for you, I really like you,â smiles Clarke, reaching out to take one of Lexaâs hands.
âAre we going to make this work?â Lexa asks hopefully. âItâs a five hour time difference when Iâm back in London.â
Clarke shrugs, and then says, âCould be worse.â
Lexa laughs softly under her breath, because it most definitely will get worse than that.
She tries to explain this to Clarke.
âOf course, thereâs no guarantee how long Iâll be in London for, or even where I end up going next,â says Lexa. âOr if I would be able to contact you at all. When Iâm really deep undercover it sometimes isnât safe.â
Clarkeâs face falls a little bit, apparently having been so caught up in the excitement of making up after their disagreement that she had forgotten the nature of Lexaâs work and the fact that she might be constantly travelling all over the globe.
âThat sucks,â admits Clarke dejectedly. She glances up at Lexa, a glimmer of positivity in her eyes as she adds, âBut Iâm not the kind of person who needs to be texting somebody Iâm into all the time.â
âNo, me neither.â
Clarke grins and holds one of her hands up in the air, palm facing Lexa.
âHigh five to maintaining healthy relationship boundaries.â
Lexa canât help the bubble of laughter that leaves her throat, and she awkwardly lifts her own hand to press a soft palm against Clarkeâs.
Clarke blushes, realising what sheâs just done, and mumbles, âSorry, that was weird. Carry on.â
âRight,â says Lexa, trying what they were talking about before the high five. âWe wouldnât be able to talk all the time, and we definitely wouldnât get to see much of each other.â
âI could come and visit you,â suggests Clarke. âI get three months off for summer. I could spend some of that with you.â
âAnd Iâve been working a lot this year,â adds Lexa. âIâm due some time off this summer.â
Clarke reaches for one of Lexaâs hands, much less awkwardly than the last time their palms met, and laces her fingers through Lexaâs.
âWeâre actually doing this,â says Clarke, with the air of a giddy child about her voice as she speaks. âWeâre going to make this work.â
âI have no idea whatâs going to happen in the long term,â confesses Lexa, âbut weâve got the short term figured out. The rest we can work out as we go.â
Clarke pulls on their connected hands, encouraging Lexa to come closer again, and Lexa is too weak around Clarke to do anything but comply. She settles on top of Clarke again, this time with Clarkeâs legs wrapped around her waist and locked at the ankle behind Lexaâs hips, effectively trapping her in place. Not that Lexa minds. Itâs a very nice place to be trapped.
âAs for the super short termâŠâ says Clarke, tipping backwards until her back hits the mattress and bringing Lexa with her.
âOh, you have some ideas about that too?â teases Lexa, her face just inches from Clarkeâs as she uses one of her arms to prop up her body weight.
âFirst of all, weâre going to take a shower,â says Clarke, rocking her hips up so that her pelvis grinds against Lexaâs lower stomach.
âWe are?â
âYeah,â says Clarke, curling a hand around the back of Lexaâs head and drawing her closer so that she can whisper into Lexaâs ear, as if sheâs imparting some big secret that needs to be kept from the rest of the world, âand then Iâm going to take you to bed and fuck you stupid. Then youâre going to let me take you out to dinner, and after that weâre going to come back here and have sex again. And probably again after that.â
Lexaâs brain short-circuits at the phrase âfuck you stupidâ and she barely registers the content of the rest, only Clarkeâs husky voice and the obvious implications of her words from the way that her hips slowly move and seek out contact from Lexaâs body.
âI really like this plan,â says Lexa, her voice breathy with arousal.
Clarke grins at the admission.
âWhy donât we move this to the shower and you can show me just how much you like it?â
âIs Raven okay?â
The question comes to Lexaâs mind when sheâs naked in bed, tangled around Clarke and the bedsheets, some time after round three has reached its conclusion. Somewhere along the way, the idea of Clarke taking Lexa out to dinner became forgotten, and a cart once laden with room service stands at the foot of the bed, now carrying plates of half-eaten food and an empty bottle of champagne that Clarke insisted on ordering to celebrate saving the world.
âThatâs the first thing you have to say after I make you cum?â asks Clarke, propping herself up on one elbow while the fingers of the other hand brush stray curls out of Lexaâs face.
âI mean,â admits Lexa, âIâm feeling guilty that Iâm here enjoying this - enjoying you - and sheâs stuck in a hospital bed with a bullet in her leg.â
âThey took the bullet out in surgery,â Clarke tells Lexa, her hand still absently playing with Lexaâs hair, curling loose strands around her fingertips. âLast I heard, she was high on pain meds and trying to persuade Anya to dress up as a sexy nurse.â
Lexa snorts to herself.
âI bet Anya loved that.â
âI think if Raven hadnât just come out of theatre, Anya might have been less sympathetic,â grins Clarke.
âIâll try and visit her before I leave for England,â says Lexa, voicing her thoughts aloud. âItâs mostly my fault that she got shot.â
âWhen do you fly back?â asks Clarke, a trace of sadness in her voice.
âI donât know,â confesses Lexa, nestling her head against Clarkeâs shoulder and draping her arm across Clarkeâs bare stomach beneath the cotton sheet that shields their sweaty bodies from the chill of the hotel room. âWithin the next day or two, I would guess. And you go back to college in the afternoon?â
âMmm.â
Lexa lifts herself from Clarke so that she can reach for the phone on the nightstand, unlocking the screen to check the time. Itâs just gone midnight, and time is passing much faster than Lexa would like.
âBut,â says Clarke, rolling Lexa onto her back and covering Lexaâs body with her own as she nuzzles her face into Lexaâs neck and sends a hand lower, âI donât plan on sleeping tonight until Iâve had you at least twice moreâŠâ
âClarke, Iâm not sure I can go again,â protests Lexa, even as her legs fall open to let Clarkeâs exploratory fingers dip into her folds, still wet and sensitive from the last round.
âSure you can,â sniggers Clarke, sucking the skin of Lexaâs neck between her teeth as her fingers tease and probe.
Clarke, Lexa quickly decides in that moment, is going to be the death of her.
Lexa canât wait.
#clexa#clexa fic#clexa fanfic#kingsman au#clarke griffin#commander lexa#can you believe this fic is almost over?#the last chapter is just an epilogue#the plot is basically done now#i'm so unbelievably nervous about posting this#i think my anxiety increases with each chapter#i hope you like it
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This Wasnât What I Had in Mind
Title:Â This Wasnât What I Had in Mind
Gift for: Carlye (@scarletphantom1704)
Rating: T
Word count:Â 4.4k
Summary:Â During a rendezvous with Vision, a seemingly innocent excursion forces Wanda to remember all she has lost.
AO3 link:Â https://archiveofourown.org/works/15996662
Prompt: I would love to receive a piece of fanart/or a fanfic of Vision comforting Wanda after a flashback, triggered by an ordinary object, and a panic attack in public. (MCU)
To Carlye: This was a fun but challenging prompt. I hope the story meets what you were wanting with the prompt :)
To Anya (@atendrilofscarlet), my beta, you are amazing! Thank you for reading so many versions of this in such a short time period and answering all my questions :D.
To everyone else, I hope you enjoy this too!
Made for the Scarlet Vision Exchange 2018!
It is freezing. Â Wanda suspects the only reason the steam hovering in front of her face isnât crystallizing is because of how rapidly she is sucking in the frigid air and then pushing it back out. Itâs so cold her wool-gloved hands are buried deep in her coat pockets instead of seizing the opportunity of the moment and holding Visionâs hand. In lieu of intertwined fingers, their bodies are huddled, shoulders and hips practically glued together as they stare forward.
âDid you know,â he glances down at her, movements minimized to retain heat, âuntil today the coldest day in Sopotâs history was -2.5 degrees Celsius?â
Sheâs fairly certain the winters at the compound were comparable to now, possibly worse, yet the rush of air coming from the sea seems to banish all potential warmth, leaving just a gray, lifeless wraith of an afternoon. âDonât tempt me with such balmy facts, Vizh.â What she assumes is a breathy laugh, though could easily be a shudder at the bite in the air, mingles with the crashing of waves against the embankment of ice along the shoreline. âYou know, this really wasnât what I had in mind.â
âI did offer an alternative of staying in the hotel next to the radiator.â
Wanda cracks a smile at the specificity of the statement, his mind so vast and yet during their clandestine meetups it collapses to only reach out as far as what they are doing in the present, disregarding any subtext of a time further than now. âWeâll go back soon.â
A nod and a bump of his shoulder confirms his desire to do just that, âI believe that is for the best,â his voice shifts to being overly concerned, a tone that has been increasingly common for the past several weeks, âI do not believe it is in your best interest to develop pneumonia again.â
Wanda shrugs. In her opinion, the downsides of being sick were far outweighed by other factors. âGot you to stay with me for longer.â
âYes,â a tiny smile sparks a small, welcomed ember in her chest, âthough it also almost led to my discovery.â
âYou act like Nat hasnât pieced us together yet.â Sneaking around is never what either of them wanted as a basis of their relationship, which is why it was almost a godsend when Nat confronted her months ago. Anger mixed with disbelief and betrayal, but in the end was a hope, a guarded, questionable hope, one that allowed for an understanding to be reached that so long as Wanda was safe and checked in when required, she could be happy. Despite this, Vision still insists on never crossing paths with the other rogue Avengers. Likely worried that the pressure of lying about seeing four people would be too much. Giving vague and unhelpful answers to Ross about his time âsearchingâ for her has already taken its toll on his demeanor, sheâd never ask him to add to that responsibility. Wanda veers their thoughts from that particular topic, determined to make the most of their rendezvous. âWhen I started pestering Steve about a beach getaway, this wasnât really what I meant.â
Vision glances down at her, then to the desolate stretches of sand, before finally settling his gaze on the angry, icy sea. âThough not ideal, tactically this is smarter. During the summer there are upwards of 2 million people in this city-â
âI know, Vision.â Itâs been a hard set rule of Steveâs that they avoid peak tourism seasons when determining the locations each time they move around. Arguably large crowds could provide more cover, a greater chance to blend in, but it also means more eyes and cameras that might happen to upload one of their faces to Twitter or Instagram. That doesnât mean Steve had to send her here in November--even September or early October would have less tourists and have the added bonus of potentially being warm enough for a proper beach vacation. âI just had it all planned out and it didnât involve freezing our asses off.â
âWell,â he removes his hand from the safety of his pocket and wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulling her to nestle in the blissfully warm crook of his arm, âIf it were warmer, what did you envision us doing?â
The images of such a dream flash through her mind, all nondescript as to the beach itself, given she had no idea where Steve would send her, but there are commonalities in all beach resort areas. âWe would have woken up early,â a disbelieving wrinkle mars his forehead and she nudges him with her shoulder, âearlier than usual, at least. Maybe weâd grab breakfast and buy some snacks and then head to the beach to claim our spot before all the tourists descend.â
âSo far we have been successful with your plan.â
Wanda regrets that they are outside because it means she canât watch his irises spin in delight at the dryness of his sass, so sheâll have to settle for the slight, prideful smirk on his pale face. âWell if you want to continue with the plan, then slap on a speedo and dive right in.â The incredulous silence stretches out for several seconds. She can practically hear the gears in his eyes swishing while he figures out a response, his distaste of immodest clothing in public (for himself, personally. He believes everyone else can decide for themselves what is and is not comfortable to wear in public) is a topic they have discussed at length when she tried to get him to wear shorts over the summer. Wanda happily fills the continued silence, pushing the idea just a touch more by offering him the argument she had already crafted for his inevitable hesitation in the swimwear. âItâs what all the locals wear, you wouldnât want to stand out.â
âI-â another long pause precedes the cautious, diplomatic cadence of his diverting words, âwell it is really, um, an incredibly unfortunate happenstance for us to be here when it is so cold then.â Vision doesnât allow room for her to comment further or persist in ribbing him on the matter. âWhat else, did you have in mind?â
âWell, after we had swam and enjoyed the sun,â the latter not even attempting to peek through the clouds for emphasis, instead remaining hidden in its own winter gloom, âwe would walk the pier until we got to the end of it where thereâs just the sea in front of us and the sun on the waves.â
âSounds lovely.â
Wanda smiles at the warmth in his voice. âWeâd watch the water, talk some more, Iâd definitely kiss you-â
âThat part of the plan can certainly still happen.â
âAnd then,â Wanda pulls her hand from its safehaven in her coat so she can wrap her arm around his waist, relishing the tightening of his grip in return, âweâd grab ice cream and go back to the hotel for some alone time before you have to leave.â
She can sense the wistfulness of his mind soaking in the imaginary sun and it almost makes the air around them feel a few degrees warmer. âPerhaps we can salvage some of it.â
âOh?â
An enthusiastic, mesmerizing grin matches the brightness of his eyes as Vision looks down at her, âI believe there was an ice cream stand open not too far from here and,â he steps away from her and places his leather-gloved hands on her upper arms, âif I can manage to figure out the radiator, we can adjust the temperature in the room to allow for us to pretend it is summer.â
Wandaâs cheeks ache, possibly from the icy wind assaulting her face, but a more probable explanation right now would be the broadness of her smile, âSounds perfect.â
The ice cream stand is harder to find than Visionâs plan suggested, their search leading them in a meandering labyrinth of cobbled streets and alleys as they investigate every building that has the same pink and brown ice cream cone sculpture. Eventually, after what feels like twenty stops, they come across a lone ice cream vendor.
Wandaâs image of this moment is different from reality, her memory filled with hot summer days and smiling faces handing her ice cream thatâs started to ooze down the ridges of the cone, whereas the man shivering behind the glass case is mutely unimpressed by Visionâs very friendly, â DzieĆ dobry*.â
A harsh, âWhat do you want?â is the reply. Wanda laces her fingers through Visionâs, noting the tension in his muscles and preparing for the talk theyâll have later, at how, because of his accent, among other things, he can never pass himself off as a native speaker wherever they are at. She thinks itâs kind of cute, his belief that he could ever mask his proper English accent to fit in, but she also sympathizes given her own experiences of trying (and failing) to not be an âotherâ in public after moving to New York.
To help with his attempts to blend in, Vision has started eating with her, treating his choices in food like he does everything else -- with a laser focus and a desire to be equitable to all options. What this invariably means is that he is about to ask about every single flavor, combo, sauce, and cone. Given Wanda already knows what she wants (itâs what she gets every time), she responds before Vision gets a chance to read any flavors, âStracciatella.â A heaping cone is passed over the counter, her tongue happily running through the creamy, chocolate speckled heaven while her eyes turn to take in the tiny, ill-insulated building as Vision mulls over his choices.
Itâs a basic ice cream store. The requisite signs about toppings and pictures of beaming beach goers in speedos (something sheâll kindly direct Visionâs attention to while they eat) lining the walls. Thereâs a section of the far wall with postcards and fading pictures with autographs. One catches her eye, a recollection of those faces surfacing though she canât quite place it until she notices a melody in the air. The music is different from the usual happy, bubblegum pop of these places. The song playing from a speaker behind the glass case curves her lips up, the fast paced, punk sound unmistakable. This was one of Pietroâs favorites and she hasnât heard it in a long time. Wanda makes a mental note to have Vision listen to Hladno Pivo later, even if heâll dislike it, most likely critiquing the harshness of the vocals and the clashing of the instruments. âAnd what is this one?â Visionâs voice draws her attention back to the counter where heâs pointing at another flavor and the man, knuckles white around the ice cream scoop, is doing his best to not be annoyed at all the questions.
â Kasztan, itâs uh,â the man waves the scoop as he searches for the word, then he snaps the fingers of his other hand, turning to Wanda, a congenial almost hopeful uptick in his voice as he switches languages, âkesten, ja?â
A tingling in her chest blooms at the question. âItâs um,â Wanda nods her head, trying to close out the song so she can focus on translating the word. âItâs,â the tingle grows into a claw, wrapping its digits around her ribs as bursts of fiery light erupt from her mind. She turns towards Vision, hoping his curious and bright eyes will do what they always do best: calm her. âItâs um chest-,â yet the words fumble out as her breath begins to fail her, the talons of remembrance puncturing her lungs,â-nutâ.
Visionâs Interesting fades away, the movements of the ice cream vendor slowing as he spoons out a cone, but Wanda finds she isnât really there anymore. Instead she is ten again, lungs spasming into coughing fits as she sucks in the fresh air. Pietro is at her side, hand clutching her own, pulling her each time he coughs to get the last of the dust from his body. You would think, after a bombing and numerous rescue missions, that someone would be helping two children in the street, and yet there are terrifying screams coming from the stretchers being carried out of the building that garner all of the attention from the medics and the bystanders. âDoÄi,â Pietro tugs her hand but her feet stay firmly planted to the ground, eyes refusing to leave the hole in the building where their home used to be. âDoÄi, Wanda, otiĆĄli su.**â
Eventually she budges, head hanging low as they wander the city, no one noticing them until a woman stops them several streets over. Pietro handles the conversation, Wandaâs mind far too lost to comprehend what is being said, something about if they need help or if they are hungry. Whatever is said leads to an ice cream cone shoved in her hand, her fingers begrudgingly scrunching around the paper wrapper. Why she has ice cream is a mystery, itâs not a hot day, itâs not a happy day, itâs not even a filling food after days trapped under a bed. A hand waves in front of her eyes, focusing her energy on the beaming, filthy face of Pietro, a beige hued mound of ice cream hovering at her mouth, âTo je kesten***â
A frantically quiet, âWanda?â dissolves Pietroâs smiling face.
Vision waves a hand through the air, brow etched with concern until she nods, swallowing down the rising bile at the memory, refusing to give in to it now, âYeah?â
âWould you like to eat outside?â Itâs not what he actually wants to ask her, not what is coursing through his mind or painted all over his disguised face, but to maintain their cover, itâs the best he has.
âUm,â Wanda stares at the beige ice cream cone in his hand, attempts to nod, but gets distracted by the room closing in, inch by inch, a subtle, unnerving minimizing of the space around her. A numbness spreads through her hands, one that is different than the flow of her powers, and it follows the rapid increase in her heart rate. Deep breaths should work, at least Vision always made her do it in the early days of their friendship. A steady inhale, hold for three seconds, and then an exhale. Repeat as many times as needed. Eyes, she can hear his voice in the distance, as if through a wall, need to be trained on one item. So Wanda looks straight ahead, only to see the damned cone and the trickle of ice cream oozing over the paper wrapper.
Pietro always ate his ice cream fast enough to not let it melt, no matter if they were ten, fifteen, twenty, he always ate it joyfully and quickly. And it was always the same flavor, he refused to eat any ice cream that wasnât chestnut, they even learned which parlors carried the flavor, on which days, and who they could convince to give them either a free cone or a discounted one. He should be holding that cone right now.
The trickle of despair dripping into her soul suddenly turns into a downpour and she can feel the bullets ripping through his body, her knees ache at the cuts from when she fell--lost, confused, and angry. Years had passed, literal years without Pietro, and she had coped, survived, learned how to move on, yet she needs him back. Desperately wants that constant, to feel his mind, hold his hand. Wandaâs body starts to shake. She closes her eyes, clamping out the image of the cone, breathing in deeply again and again, though it becomes more difficult, the absence of Pietro too much, her soul torn asunder day after day after day without him. She no longer even has the Avengers, doesnât have the compound, canât count on Vision to always float through her wall, or get the shit beat out of her at training to distract her. The world hates her, half her former teammates hate her, sheâs a wanted fugitive with no prospect of salvation. Much like when she was ten, clutching Pietroâs hand, eating ice cream. Only heâs not here anymore.
Her chest burns, breaths shallow and labored as the world seems to dissolve, the past mixing with the present, taunting her with a blank and empty future, and she canât determine if sheâs ten, if sheâs falling with Sokovia, if sheâs sleeping in a shelter with Pietroâs arms around her, if sheâs back at the compound listening to the soothing lull of an English accent, or if sheâs in Poland on a freezing day eating ice cream with her undercover boyfriend.
Only Pietro ever fully understood her when she spoke of separating from reality like this, of getting lost in the sea of memory, where each wave crashing down brings only more confusion. Wanda is falling now, a weightlessness overtaking her, and she closes her eyes as she feels her home plummet from beneath her, heart shattered and body empty, accepting her fate to join Pietro, wherever he went.
There is a feeling of movement, not of free falling, but hovering, her eyes cracking open long enough to see the world morphing around her: walls dropping away, the wind picking up around her head, stirring her hair, her legs swinging freely. There is motion and there is sound, words muffled and muddled so that she isnât sure if people are screaming for help in the hell of flames, demanding why they are being asked to leave their homes, taunting her on the streets, calling her a criminal and a witch, or even just asking if she is okay. Her senses function like a kaleidoscope, shifting and rotating so that each combination of stimuli produces bursts of distorted experience that masks what exactly is happening or where she is. Wanda closes her eyes tighter, time slipping through her grasp, her fingers grabbing at the strands of her life, instead scrunching into the fabric of whomever is holding her-- maybe itâs Pietro, guiding her to wherever heâs been; maybe itâs Vision saving her from falling with Ultronâs carcass; maybe itâs the guards securing her after another flare up of her newly gifted powers; maybe it could even be her mother, cradling her after a night terror.
There is a chiming and then the world stops moving.
âWanda?â A voice reaches out to her, calm though fraying at the edges. âWanda.â Lavender fills her nose and a sweltering heat cocoons her. âWanda, it is all right.â The ground under her sinks and creaks. Wanda flexes her fingers, digging her nails into a stiff fabric and a fluffy foundation. âWanda, I made you tea.â Â
She opens her eyes a sliver, just enough to confirm she is on a bed, noting a blurry patch of crimson not too far away. A sound attempts to come from her mouth, but her throat is parched, unwilling to function more than a croaked, âVizh?â
A hand runs through her hair, each stroke diminishing the thoughts, bringing her back to the present. âI am here, Wanda.â Itâs enough to vanquish most of the confusion, solidifying which reality she is currently in, yet still her body sinks under the weight of Pietroâs continued absence. âDo you want to discuss it?â
They established a routine in the early months of being Avengers, back when she was still figuring out who he was and what she was after everything, back before she could kiss him whenever she wanted, before she could slip into his mind at any given time, before he held her in a way that wasnât just for comfort. Itâs been a long time since theyâve used it, but clearly he remembers. Step 1: Neutralize the chance of public detection, Step 2: Utilize the calming principles of lavender and chamomile tea. Step 3: Offer to talk. âI-â Wanda tries to sit up but he lightly presses her down, crawling into the bed next to her so that their eyes are level. The gears are back, whirling in a frenzy that clashes with his overall calm demeanor. Thereâs so much to say, so much of it has already been said, countless times and honestly, she has no desire to talk about all of it again, canât help but feel embarrassed at still having panic attacks like this. âKesten was Pietroâs favorite flavor.â
âI see.â All of his empathy and apologies (ones for not being able to stop it sooner, for not being able to save Pietro, for not being able to take this pain away, for them being forced to moonlight as a couple) are wrapped into the two syllables along with a firm, nonjudgmental understanding that she doesnât want to talk. âWould you like to try muscle relaxation?â
Wanda wants to know who all saw her attack, witnessed her crumbling facade, whether it attracted too much attention, if someone caught a picture and uploaded it somewhere. But heâs already moved them to Step 4: Regain control. Wanda decides to play along knowing there should be plenty of time to interrogate him as to what danger she placed them in. âThat sounds nice.â
Unlike all the other times he did this at the compound, Vision wraps his arm around her, placing a chaste, loving kiss to her forehead before starting the process. âWe will start with your hands.â
The first time he had her do this, she felt ridiculous, challenged him on it and refused for a time. Eventually he convinced her which soon transformed into her hoping heâd recommend this technique, as it allowed her more time with him and a chance to purposely place all of her attention on his voice. âReady.â
âFocus on your fingers,â she wiggles them, brushing his stomach in the process, âI am glad you found them.â The smile is easily detected in his tone, but fades quickly as he instructs her. âNow focus on each hand individually, first squeeze your fingers into a fist, noting the tension," Wanda nestles into his chest, following his instructions, bending the fingers of her right hand into a shaking fist. Â "Good, now ease your fingers open until there is no tension left.â
Her mind and powers calm as she begins to loosen the control of her grief, her fingers relaxing and dropping down one-by-one in relief. âRight hand good to go.â
A hand brushes through her hair, âGood job. Now your left hand.â She repeats the process, clenching and then unclenching her fingers, exhaling happily once both hands are resting against Visionâs body. The next step is her arms, so she starts to flex her right arm but pauses when Vision hugs her closer, drawing her forehead tenderly to his lips again. Such contact was never included in their routine, yet he seems indifferent to the change, segueing calmingly to the next part, âWell done, Wanda. Now-â
She stares into his eyes, awed at the twists and turns of life that brought this man to her and how he can so easily transition her from an all encompassing loss to the feeling of butterflies in her stomach. Â âYouâre changing the protocol.â
âI, um,â Vision frowns, not an upset or angry gesture, but a contemplative and shy move as he runs his fingers along her back, âthought such a gesture might aid in your relaxation. Perhaps a rewards based system of motivation.â
The timidness that fueled each touch and word in the early days of their not-quite-friendship-but-not-quite-lovers relationship has fallen away over the last year, giving way to this new, still cautious, but more confident side of Vision. Wanda grins, âI think it sounds helpful. Want to keep going?â
The half-arc of his lips is radiant, âYes, now your arms.â He scoots away from her, leaving enough room for her to follow his instructions, âtighten your right bicep, drawing your forearm up.â
âWelcome to the gun show, Vizh.â Itâs a joke he didnât comprehend the first five times she used it, but now he simply smiles, head shaking as he watches her flex her muscles before releasing her arm to lay back down along her side. Then she repeats the action, and the joke, on the other side before Vision moves back, their chests touching as he lays another kiss on her forehead. âNext?â
They move through her body, his even commands guiding her to raise her shoulders up to touch her ears and then lower them into a peaceful state. He kisses her forehead with another âGood job.â Wanda sucks in a deep breath, creating tension in her lungs, only this time itâs under her control and Visionâs supervision, not a sense of gasping but a sense of order, her breath releasing against his face, causing him to blink rapidly before bestowing her reward. Her stomach collapses in and then expands out in time with his voice, only she pushes it farther than she's supposed to, bumping him with her body which leads to a quiet laugh as he kisses her again. âLastly, Wanda," Vision holds her close, their foreheads touching as he talks, "squeeze your left thigh and curl your toes, then release.â Wanda sighs as she finishes the exercise, body sinking into the mattress, not because of grief anymore, but a sense serenity and contentment. Â
Several minutes pass in silence, only the slight buzz from the radiator and the even rhythm of Visionâs breathing filling the air around her with a pleasing warmth. Having allowed her time to bask in her relaxation, Vision tiptoes into his next comment, âI am sorry.â
âFor what?â
He shifts slightly, the springs complaining until he settles, lips pursed and eyes twisting in anxiety, âThat the day did not match your expectations.â
None of her beachy daydreams included this moment, this is undoubtedly true, yet Wanda finds herself content to be wrapped in his arms, cuddled close on a freezing day. âItâs not your fault, Vizh. The day wasnât horrible.â
âNot horrible is a poor benchmark for a day when we get so few together.â
Wanda grins at him, freeing her left arm from his embrace enough to draw her hand down his face, watch as his eyes flutter shut at the touch. For all that she has lost, all that she will lose in the future, sheâs overjoyed that amongst all of that she has found him. âWell, thereâs still time for you to fix the radiator and slap on a speedo.â He kisses her, stifling her laugh and distracting her from the world and all its cruelties for just a bit longer.
*DzieĆ dobry: Â Good afternoon ** DoÄi. DoÄi, Wanda, otiĆĄli su: Come on. Come on Wanda, theyâre gone. *** To je kesten: itâs chestnut!
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Tomorrow may rain, so Iâll Follow the Sun // D.S. Charlie Nelson
A/N: Hello! This is the second in my series of Charlie and Anya one shots - it is technically part of a series (which is as yet untitled) but it can be read individually. Please enjoy!
Word Count: 1.5k
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Anya stood staring out of her kitchen window, dressing gown pulled tight around her. Underneath, she wore one of Charlieâs t-shirts and a pair of his boxers sheâd stolen last time she was at his house, not that there was much there anymore. Charlie effectively lived with her, and she didnât mind one bit. She blew her nose as she watched the rain pour outside, making the winter day seem even more grey. She sipped the tea sheâd made, and tried to eat a slice of toast. Sheâd come down with flu, and had no appetite. Charlie kept telling her she needed to eat, otherwise sheâd feel even worse, but it took all her strength to get it down, and keep it down.
Charlie had been on a stakeout all night in the rain, so heâd be back any minute, exhausted and, if heâd been suspect chasing, soaked. Anya settled herself under a blanket on the sofa, and waited for him.
She was already fast asleep when he walked in, suitably tired and wet, half an hour later.
âIâm back!â Charlie shouted as he shut the door, hanging his coat up by the door. Anya stirred on the sofa, and smiled weakly at him as he walked into the room and saw her half asleep.
âSorry love, did I wake you?â Charlie asked apologetically. He made his way over to the sofa, and sat down next to her.
âNo harm doneâ Anya replied, leaning her head against his shoulder. Charlie stroked her hair as she began to sleep again.
They woke up a few hours later, Charlie having crashed out not long after Anya, exhausted from his stakeout with DCI Barnaby. Heâd been over in Midsomer Vinae, and the drive back had been more exhausting than the stakeout, the winding country roads difficult to drive after a night of no sleep.
âGo to bed, Charlie. Get some proper sleepâ Anya whispered as she made eye contact with the man next to her.
âIâm alright - lunch?â Charlie replied, looking at his watch. Anya nodded, and watched from her position on the sofa as Charlie ran upstairs to get changed before he got started on making their lunch.
They were halfway through their lunch when there was a knock on the door. Anya pulled on the jumper Charlie had discarded on one of the dining room chairs, and opened the door to find John and Sarah Barnaby.
âHello Anya, we just wanted to see how you were?â Sarah asked, handing over a bar of chocolate and a packet of cold and flu medication. It took a moment, but John soon noticed her attire.
âAnya, is that one of Charlieâs jumpers?â He asked. The Barnabys had had their suspicions about the nature of Charlie and Anyaâs relationship for a while. Before Anya could fumble an answer, Charlie shouted from the kitchen, oblivious to the conversation happening by the front door.
âWho is it, love?â
That gave the game away.
âCome in you two, we better explainâ Anya said, stepping out of the way so John and Sarah could listen to Charlie and Anyaâs explanation for keeping their relationship a secret.
Anya settled back into her nest on the sofa, Charlie next to her. They smirked at each other, trying to work out what the other was going to say when probed about their relationship. Sarah could be protective of Anya, and John of Charlie.
âSo?â John prompted, raising his eyebrows at the couple. Charlieâs arm made its way around Anyaâs shoulders protectively.
âSoâŠâ Charlie started, faltering at the first hurdle.
âHow long?â
â6 monthsâ
â6 months?!?â John practically shouted, before Sarah placed a gentle hand on his arm, as a comfort and as a warning.
âYeahâŠâ
âAny particular reason you didnât tell us?â Sarah asked gently, trying to calm John down. She knew he was protective of his Sergeant, but she didnât realise it was to such an extent.
âDidnât want you interfering?â Charlie tried to argue.
âNot good enough. Try again.â John replied quickly.
âWe wanted to make sure it was something serious before we told anybody, afterâŠâ Anya started, trailing off after she realised what she was about to say.
âAfter?â John probed gently.
âI left Hawaii because I was jilted at the altar. I was, understandably I think, a bit nervous getting into a new relationship. I wanted to be sureâ Anya explained
âGosh, I had no ideaâ Sarah whispered, looking sympathetically at her friend, who smiled weakly back at her.
âYou three are the only people in England who knowâ The younger woman whispered.
âAnd youâre happy now?â Sarah continued, giving John a look to tell him to be quiet. He obliged, not wishing to anger his most beloved wife.
âTremendously soâ Anya replied, smiling over at Charlie widely.
âHeâs treating you right?â
âHe is. Heâs wonderfulâ
âHave you ever been described as wonderful, Nelson?â John joked, raising his eyebrows at his Sergeant. Charlie just rolled his eyes and sighed.
âThanks sir, appreciate itâ He replied.
âYouâre welcome. Just checking youâre being good to herâ The older man said, smiling fondly at the young couple.
âOf course I am. I love herâ Charlie replied, a tad defensive. His arm around Anyaâs shoulder pulled her closer, so her head rested on his shoulder.
âI love him quite a lot tooâ Anya said, reaching up to kiss Charlieâs cheek. Charlie just blushed.
The next week, once Anya was better and Charlie had caught up on sleep, the couple were invited for dinner at the Barnabys with Kate. Kate had known about Charlie and Anyaâs relationship since the beginning. The two women were close, especially after Kate had caught Anya sneaking out of the house after a (not exactly quiet) night spent with Charlie.
Charlie and Anya walked up to the door, hand in hand. They were both secretly thrilled they could do this now - no more hiding and pretending they were just friends when at dinner with the Barnabys. Sarah had already begun to joke about double dates with Kate looking after Betty and Sykes. Anya had agreed to the idea on behalf of the both of them, Charlie didnât need to know. In her spare hand, Anya carried a book and a bunch of flowers for Sarah, and Charlie carried a bottle of wine to have with dinner. They knocked on the door, and were pleasantly surprised to find Sarah behind it, Betty in her arms. Anya immediately took Betty for a cuddle, leaving Charlie to give Sarah the small gifts and sort their things out. Sarah and Charlie looked at each other with a grimace - they both knew how broody Anya got around Betty.
They all settled on the sofas as dinner bubbled away on the stove, waiting for Kate to arrive. Charlie and Anya sat on the smaller of the two sofas, Betty balanced on their knees. Anya was cooing to the little girl, who was utterly fascinated by the young couple playing with her. When sheâd been born, sheâd immediately taken to Charlie, his kind face seeming inviting to the newborn Betty. Sheâd taken to Anya almost as quickly, always laughing and gurgling when the young woman was around. Anya and Charlie, well, it was a winning combination as far as Betty Barnaby was concerned.
When Kate arrived, Charlieâs arm was slung over the back of the sofa behind his girlfriend, who held a sleeping Betty, having just had her bottle courtesy of Uncle Charlie and Auntie Anya. Kate smirked as she slipped past and into the kitchen unnoticed.
âTheyâll be engaged before the year is outâ Kate whispered as she reached Sarah, who was leaning against the counter, watching her young friends dote over her daughter.
âSheâll be nervous, after what happened last timeâ Sarah replied, smiling sympathetically. Sheâd been having the same thoughts about where Charlie and Anyaâs relationship was going.
âHeâll be nervous! He wonât believe his luck when she says yesâ Kate said.
âWhen?â John asked from the other side of the kitchen, having eavesdropped on the womenâs conversation.
âLook at them John, thatâs true loveâ Kate answered, looking over towards the DCI with a smirk on her face.
Betty was put to bed, much to Anyaâs dismay, and dinner was eaten. The teasing was mild...to start with.
âSo Anya, does Charlie make you scream as loud at your house as he does at ours?â Kate asked after a few glasses of wine. Charlieâs eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head. Anya just smirked.
âLouderâ She replied, leaning into Kate, holding Charlieâs hand. The girls, quite drunk by that point, burst out laughing. Charlie and John left them to it, making their way into the living room where they could get some peace and quiet.
Charlie dragged Anya home, and tried to get her to drink some water before she went to bed. She didnât. She grabbed hold of his arm and they collapsed into bed, clothes strewn all over the room. Charlie glanced over at his drunk girlfriend, and realised he wasnât going to love anybody else as much as he loved her.
#gwilym lee#gwilym lee fanfic#Charlie Nelson x original female character#midsomer muders#fanfiction#charlie nelson#anya cook
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people can surprise you (or not)
also on ao3
Wednesday
Dmitry starts his working day with opening the Google Doc From Hell, like a good boy. His colleague hasnât written his notes from yesterday yet, but there is already a plan for todayâs bullshit, and Dmitry dreads the worst. He scrolls down, before rolling his eyes so much heâs afraid they got stuck at the back of his head for a second there.
DAY 2: IGNORE HER
Women are needy and crave the attention of their partner. What is worse for them than being ignored for an entire day, their texts left on read with no reply, their email pushed to the side? A woman will go crazy in a matter of hours when the world stops revolving around her. Perhaps a flood of texts is to be expected?
Dmitry straight-up cackles at the paragraph. Is that guy for real? A glance to the top of the page tells him they both have the document opened in a tab right now, and the need to open the chat panel on the right just to ask his colleague if he has ever spoken to a woman, even just once, in his life⊠Yeah, the urge is strong.
At least he wrote âwomenâ instead of âfemalesâ? Thatâs⊠A start, Dmitry guesses? Not as profoundly misogynistic as it could have been? Heâs just grasping at straws now.
Instead, he comments âA little short noticed, but okay.â No need to broadcast the fact that, up until five minutes ago, he was texting Anya. Started texting Anya the moment he woke up, actually, because he didnât want to get out of bed and he opened Facebook and there was a funny meme. A funny meme he wanted to share with her, for some reason. Because it would make her smile. Because he wanted to text her as early as eight in the morning, but âgood morning darlingâ sounded too cheesy. So instead he sent her a funny meme, and she replied with another one, and it was half an hour of this nonsense.
Thankfully for him, he always wakes up earlier than he needs and traffic is not a problem with his motorbike. So texting Anya didnât even make him late to work, only in a good mood. As if the memories of last night -- making out on his bed, him half-naked, her still fully clothed, until she called a Uber and went home -- were not enough to have him in a good mood.
Except now he has a new text from Anya, and he canât open it. Well, he can. He canât reply to it, which is even worse. The idea of spending the day chatting with Anya made going to work more tolerable, if he has to be honest with himself. First, because sheâs a fucking delight, and she makes him laugh, and sheâs amazing. And second, well. Because if he shows how charming he is most of the time, it will make turning into an asshole once in a while less painful to her?
Straws. Grasping.
Fuck Gleb.
Dmitry closes his eyes and sighs, before he grabs his phone. She sent one of those cat-picture-with-a-comment-in-Russian-badly-translated-into-English things from Tumblr. Which, itâs adorable. He loves it. Especially because itâs two kittens kissing, with *ŃŃĐŒĐŸĐș* written in big white letters. Itâs less a meme and more obvious flirting at this point and he canât fucking answer because his boss is a fucking asshole. He hates his life.
He flips his phone so the screen is against his desk, closes the Whatsapp web tab he usually has opened, and goes back to the Google Doc. He needs more coffee if he has to go through all of this without quitting on the spot. As if hearing his thoughts, Vlad is suddenly at his side, two fuming mugs in hands. Vlad, his saviour.
âYou look like you need some liquid comfort,â the older man says.
âI love you so much right now,â Dmitry replies without even an ounce of sarcasm in his voice. He moans a little at the coffee, even more so when the after-taste of whiskey hits him and Vlad smirks.
Vlad.
His fucking saviour.
âDonât let them get you down,â Vlad says in hushed tones. âI⊠If you want, I may have some contacts in London.â
Dmitryâs eyes widen, just a little. âWhat.â
His friend shrugs, before he leans against the desk. Mug to his lips, to hide his mouth from wandering eyes. âLily, she knows people. We can find you something, if you want.â
Dmitryâs mouth must be hanging open at this point. He picks it from the floor, and blinks in confusion several times. âYouâd do that? For me?â
Vlad chuckles, his almost-but-not-quite Santa laugh, and puts a hand on Dmitryâs shoulder. âYouâre wasting your potential here. All those idiots, they donât matter much. But you, youâre not supposed to be here.â
âWhat about you?â Dmitry finds himself asking, because. Well. He canât think of much else right now, to be honest.
Vladâs only response is a shrug, at first, and for a moment Dmitry believes he will leave it at that. But the older man takes a sip of his coffee, before he replies, âI donât mind. It keeps me busy, and thatâs all I need.â
Dmitry blinks again. It doesnât chase away the confusion. But then he remembers his nice little discussion with Gleb yesterday, and the threats, and his mood goes sour once again. âI need to finish this first,â he says with a glare at the screen. âI need this article. I need to finish it. I need⊠nerves of steel.â
Vlad squeezes his shoulder once more, as if he understands perfectly what Dmitry means behind this babbling nonsense. And perhaps he does, who knows. âI will tell Lily to ask around, okay? You can work on your resignation letter in the meanwhile.â
âYouâre the fucking best.â
âDonât I know it,â Vlad answers, raising his mug, before he goes back to his own desk.
Dmitry smiles at him, then to himself. He rolls his shoulders and cracks his knuckles, before focusing back on his computer screen. He can do this. He fucking can do this, and he will. And anyway, he has a paragraph to write, one filled to the brim with praises about his girlfriendâs video game skills. He can fucking do this.
 âŠ
 Anya gets stuck in one meeting after another today, which is good for her brain, but not so much for her nerves. Itâs stressful, to jump from a meeting to a professional lunch to a reunion about their annual budget, to a meeting with parents. Too many things to remembers, to write down, to check. She carries her professional tablet and her huge filofax everywhere she goes, a pen tucked behind her ear, but it doesnât stop her brain from frying halfway through the day.
Thankfully for her, she gets a full hour break in the middle of the afternoon, just enough for her to hide in her office with a cup of tea. Closed door, switched-off computer, phone on silence. Nothing but boiling tea and some chocolate cookies.
And, apparently, Alexei keeping her company.
âYou mind?â he asks, even if he doesnât wait her answer to enter her office and throw himself on the couch she keeps there for informal meetings. His messenger bag falls to the floor, and Alexei puts his arm above his eyes, ever the dramatic boy. âLibrary hours are exhausting.â
âTell me about it,â she replies with a roll of her eyes.
She doesnât necessary miss university, but after a day as full as hers, the idea of just sitting in a lecture hall and take notes, all the while chatting with her friends⊠well, it makes her nostalgic, just a little. She doesnât miss exams, though. Not that Alexei has a lot of those anymore, spending his days between the library and seminars with clueless undergrads.
She sighs a little, before grabbing the cookie box and throwing it to Alexei. It lands on his chest and he huffs, then shoves two of them in his mouth. Gross. Anya makes a face, even more so when he grins at her, before she frowns.
âDid you get into a fight?â she asks.
The bruise is barely there, and she would probably have missed it were it not for the way Alexei stretched his neck to look at her above the armrest. He rolls his eyes, then smirks. âIf you can call it a fight.â
It takes Anya two seconds to understand. Then to glower at him. âAre you purposefully not taking your meds to show off hickeys?â
Alexei doesnât even look sorry, which is what makes her mad. He simply shrugs, like itâs not important, not dangerous. âIâm fine, okay? Find some chill.â
âFind some -- Alexei! What if something happened?â
âStop being such an Olga about it!â
He sits up, to give a little more power to his glare, but it doesnât have much of an effect of Anya. Not when she remembers him being thirteen and stupid, showing off in front of his friends by jumping into the ocean from a cliff. His leg had hit a rock at the bottom of the sea, and what would have been a nasty bruise for any teenager turned out to be two weeks at the hospital for him. She still remembers him, pale and sweating and whimpering, before the meds kicked him and knocked him out. She still remember how purple and ugly the bruise on his leg looked. She still remembers it all too well.
âStop being so reckless with your meds!â
âIâm fine, okay!â And then, because heâs Alexei, his mood switches in about half a second and he smirks at her. âAnd speaking of hickeysâŠâ
Anyaâs hand goes straight to her neck, a blush burning on her cheeks. She put some concealer on this morning, if only to look nice and proper at work, but Alexei never misses anything. Not even the hickeys Dmitry branded into her skin despite her breathless, laughing protests.
Alexei sits cross-legged on the couch and shoves another cookie in his mouth, still smirking, raising his eyebrows at her. Sometimes, Anya wonders why exactly she considers him her best friend, because heâs nothing but insufferable at best. He can play the annoying little brother part too perfectly for his own good, truth be told.
âThatâs none of your business,â she says in her âdrop it nowâ voice.
Not that Alexei cares much about that, mind you. âMaria says you two are a thing now? Like, proper couple, not just the bet thing.â
Any canât help it; she glances at her phone. She refuses to be that clingy girl whoâs upset about a boy not texting her back, even more so when there is a logical explanation to it. Sheâs not stupid, she can draw her own conclusions as to why Dmitry suddenly stopped texting her after nine in the morning. She wonât make it weird. Itâs not because she decided to flirt with Russian memes. Itâs just, heâs busy. Sheâs busy. Theyâre busy. Itâs fine, really, she wonât make a mountain out of a molehill.
âDonât change the subject,â she snaps at Alexei. âTake your meds or Iâm telling Olga.â
Alexei crosses his arms on his chest, chin tilted up, like the little brat he is. âYouâre not the boss of me.â
âTake your meds or Iâm telling Nana.â
He doesnât move, at first, but hesitation flashes through his eyes. Anya doesnât look away from him, defiant, waiting a few more seconds before she stretches her hand as if to grab her phone. She doesnât need to go that far, though, because Alexei reaches for his own phone first.
He goes through it for a few seconds, before putting it to his ear. Anya listens intently as he makes an appointment with the nurse for his injection in two hoursâ time. Good boy. It doesnât really make his glare go away, not that Anya expected it too. He can be mad all he wants, but at least he will be safe. Thatâs all she wants for him.
Anya relaxes back in her chair and takes a sip of her tea. With a smile of her own, she says, âI only have twenty minutes left before my meeting, so choose quickly. You can sulk or I can tell you about my date last night.â
She glances at her phone to play it cool -- no text from Dmitry -- while Alexeiâs frown turns into a grin. Too easy.
 âŠ
 Dmitry can follow the rules, but he knows how to find a damn loophole when he needs one. Heâs going his brains about him, after all, and so he dutifully waits until midnight. Day three, right? No more of that silence treatment bullshit.
#dimya#dimya fanfiction#anastasia romanov#dmitry sudayev#anastasia the musical#fanfic#ff: anastasia#ff: people can surprise you (or not)
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Hi! Two hugs for a fluffy kid fic of victuuri? Cute kid crush x}
Okay, I have to warn you. There are spoilers below for The Princess Bride, of all things. Also, speculation as to the existence of Santa. Proceed at your own peril.
Trouble. Thatâs the word Yuuriâs teachers used. Every time Victor got put in the corner for a time out, or was scolded, or stole crayons from girls, or rough housed with the other boys, the word they always used was trouble.
Yuuri, on the other hand, was a good boy. Yuuri never got into trouble. He never made trouble either. His mother had always praised him for that. Sheâd pinch his cheeks and tell him what a good boy he always was every night when dinner was served. Sheâd give him a smile and his favourite dish as rewards for his manners. Yuuri knew that he should stay away from trouble for her - stay away from Victor. But when trouble comes to you, thereâs little anyone can do to stop it.
âWhy do you play with Yuko?â Yuuri bit his lip and tried to keep his nose down in his picture book. Yuko sat beside him like she always did during recess. Beneath the big tree at the edge of the schoolyard, theyâd perch themselves in the shade, arms linked, reading Harry Potter, or Percy Jackson. Once they tried to start Twilight. Yuuri didnât like that one. Victor was intruding on that time, as far as Yuuri was concerned. âSheâll give you cooties.â
âCooties?â The girl asked, playing with the end of her ponytail. âWhatâs cooties.â
âCooties. Theyâre girl germs,â Victor elaborated, puffing out his chest and clutching a big, red, rubber ball under one arm. He seemed pleased with himself and his explanation. Even if Yuuri thought it didnât make sense. âGirls make boys sick. Thatâs what they say.â
âI always read with Yuko and I never get sick.â
âYeah,â she whined, cuddling closer into her friendâs side. âI donât make him sick.â
âThatâs just the cooties talking,â the other boy huffed. âYou should come play with me. Then your cooties will get better.â
âNo, go away!â
Victor pouted but didnât deflate at that. âFine. We can play when youâre not with your dumb girlfriend.â
âSheâs not my girlfriend.â
Yuuri bristled as he watched Victor skip back over to the other kids playing four-square on the pavement. Why would Victor even want to play with Yuuri when there were so many other kids just like him? He should just leave them alone to read.
âYuuri! Yuuri! Do you wanna play a game?â Victor had been waiting outside the big double doors leading out to the schoolyard the next day. He was smiling a big toothy smile, eyes fluttering and cheeks rosy as he saw his would-be play-mate.
âI was gonna read with Yuko,â he said, pressing his new library book close to his chest. âI always read with Yuko.â
âBut Yukoâs playing tag today,â Victor said. âThey said itâs girls only. But I donât care. They have cooties anyways.â
Yuuri pouted. She hadnât told him she was playing tag. Why would it be girls only? Thatâs rude. He marched on ahead passed Victor, trying not to let the news get to him. âIâll read on my own then.â
âYou still wanna read?â He could hear sneakers padding along behind him. Yuuri tried not to tense up too much as ha hand fell on his shoulder. âWhat are you reading then?â
âThe Princess Bride,â Yuuri answered, blushing. Victor would probably just make fun of him for that.
The jab of an elbow, the smack to the head, the laughter, the jeering about cooties, none of it happened. Instead Victor brightened and blinked his wide blue eyes and yelled out at the top of his lungs. âThatâs my favourite movie!â
Yuuri stopped in his tracks. âMine too. I wanted to read the book for so long.â
âI love Wesley! Heâs so cool!â Victor fell into a mock fighting stance and poked at Yuuri like he was jabbing him with a sword. The other boy giggled as he was jabbed in the tummy. âHeâs like batman but better.â
âI like Buttercup,â Yuuri blushed. âHer clothes are so pretty and flowy. And her hair is-â
âYou like long hair?â Victor asked, jumping happily at the turn this conversation was taking. âI do too! I want to grow mine out but Papa wonât let me.â
âYouâd look nice with long hair,â Yuuri said, trying to picture the tall, slender boy with his chin up and hair down.
âYou think so?â Victor asked, smile sweet as he could manage.
âYeah, I do.â
Days went by. Weeks went by. Months went by. Bit-by-bit Yuuri could see it. Everyone was getting taller. The girls were starting to pack together and talk about things Yuuri couldnât understand. The boys became even rougher than before and soon enough they split off between the kids who rough housed and the ones sitting in circles playing Nintendo games in groups.
Yuuri fit into neither, so he tried standing with Yuko as she played with the other girls (which happened more and more these days.) But they always gave him weird looks. Especially as winter rolled around and they started whispering about girl-talk. Thatâs when Yuuri stopped trying and went back to reading The Princess Bride under the big tree.
He wasnât alone though. The first day he turned Yuko down to read, Victor came sauntering over, all confidence. He wore his hair in a short ponytail as his hair grew, little-by-little. He was changing, just like everyone else around Yuuri. He knew he said Victor would look nice with long hair but he still missed how it used to look.
âYou havenât finished yet?â
Yuuri shook his head, shuffling over for Victor to take a seat beside him. The platinum blonde took the opportunity and squeezed in close, keeping the two warm in the winter snow.
âWhat part are you at?â
âThe part where the dread pirate Roberts reveals he was Wesley the whole time,â Yuuri said, pointing to the line he had stopped at. âI havenât gotten very far.â
âObviously not,â Victor huffed. Yuuriâs eyes followed the smoky breath rising from Victorâs mouth and wondered if the breath could warm him up. All heâd have to do was ask Victor to hold his hands and breath on them. A blush covered his cheeks at the idea. That would be too much. âIsnât this a kissy bit?â
âYeah,â Yuuri nodded. âDoes it bother you? Because cooties?â
âNah,â Victor said. âPapa told me cooties arenât real. He says theyâre made up. Like Santa.â
âSantaâs not-â
âWhy do they like to kiss so much?â Victor groaned, cutting off the shaking of Yuuriâs belief in Christmas. âGrown ups, I mean. Itâs just touching. People touch all the time.â
Yuuri just shrugged, letting his eyes wander back to the page and the description of the âkissy bitâ Victor seemed so fixated on. âI donât know why.â
âGeorgi told me he kissed Anya,â Victor announced, rolling his eyes. Yuuri wasnât sure that he should be hearing any of this. âHeâs always with Anya now. Anya this. Anya that. Heâs got no time for me anymore.â
âMaybe weâll understand when it happens,â Yuuri suggested. Victor looked up at him, lips parted and hair blowing in the chilled wind. âKisses are special like that, right?â
âSpecial?â
âMy Mom says you kiss people who are special,â Yuuri went on, blinking away the snowflakes getting caught in his lashes. âThatâs why Dads kiss Moms and why Mari kisses her girlfriend and why Mom gives me a kiss on the forehead whenever she tucks me in.â
âWhat about boys?â Victor whispered, the sound of his voice as light as his foggy breath. He was moving closer, leaning in. He felt Victors mitten weigh down over Yuuriâs own. He was warm, just like Yuuri thought. He was really warm. âWhat about when boys think other boys are special. Can they kiss them?â
âI hope so,â Yuuri choked out without thinking.
Victor smiled, forehead brushing against Yuuriâs own as he moved closer yet. A second, another second, and Yuuri saw Victorâs eyes close, felt chapped lips puckered on top of his. Victor pulled back, pink covering his cheeks.
âMe too.â
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The Linked Charms - Episode 15 (Multi Liverpool players)
#Football fanfiction#Trent Alexander Arnold#Andy Robertson#Mohamed Salah#Virgil van Dijk#football imagine
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â„ What's the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?
Buckle up boys and girls, weâre in for an adventure thatâs more than a year long.
My first fandom for roleplay was actually supposed to be an April Foolâs joke and I ended up falling in love with the account so I just kept having fun with the character. Hiccup of How to Train Your Dragon, and this was roleplaying on Facebook before they started putting out ban waves at the drop of a hat. I was called the Mother of Facebook RP for this fandom, but the duplicates came and eventually I ended up bonding with one who I affectionately nicknamed Runt.
Runt, first and foremost, was an absolute sweetheart. At first I didnât like Runt because he was a duplicate, but I grew to like him and he was probably my favorite Hiccup after my own. So my bad-muse senses started tingling (before I even knew what those were) when Eilian appeared on the scene. I donât know what her real name was, so Eilian© will be the muse and Eilian will be the mun.
Eilian©âs profile picture was literally a screencap of Astrid where theyâd photoshopped the hair from blonde to brown and hastily added some details in to make her appear different. Eilian©âs backstory was literally that her entire village just forgot she existed one day (seriously, I once tried to come up with a logical in-thread explanation as to why the memory loss happened but she shot them all down) so she had decided to travel the world with her dragon (this alone shouldâve set warning bells off since she apparently already had a dragon??? and it was a night fury????) and study dragons and shit.
Eilian© took advantage of other people to get what she wanted, and what she wanted was Runt. Eilian abused people roleplaying as Astrid (even if they werenât pursuing a ship with Runt) until no Astrid would have anything to do with him, then pretty much verbally battered Runtâs mun to ship with her. Eilian© would routinely do âif you love me thenâŠâ and other types of manipulative bullshit but we were all young and stupid so we just thought this was normal.
Then Eilian© introduced her friend Eir the healer (who was obviously played by Eilian as well) and since we were realizing she was being abusive and werenât moving to her defense whenever she had some imagined issue, Eir would be her lackey (can you be your own lackey????). Eir and Eilian© pretty much forced Runt into marrying Eilian© (again, we were all young and stupid and didnât really know how to get out of doing plots we didnât want).
Eilian© got pregnant and since itâs a time period before the advent of medical tests that could tell the sex of the baby, she said she didnât know what sheâd have. Makes sense so far. But then one night she decided Runt must have been cheating on her because she smelled flowers on him (for context, Runt and I had a thread earlier in the day where we went to a field and he decided to pick flowers for her because again heâs a total sweetheart) and told him that he was abandoning her and their daughter (somehow she knew the sex now??????). She, while pregnant, got drunk (she got drunk a lot actually, now that I think about it) and fell off a cliff and went into a âcomaâ (???????)
During this, my cousin wanted to start RP and I helped her make a muse (a muse who I would later take control of, but would occasionally hop into when my cousinâs workload with college got too much) who was pretty much the type of girl Runt needed. This was mainly coincidental, but it really didnât help Eilian©âs stability. Since Eilian wasnât touching the account since her âcomaâ (again, ??????????) we were thinking that maybe she was using this as a chance to get rid of the muse and focus on Eir. We all, my cousinâs muse included, did what came natural.
Consoling Runt, Eilian appeared unaware of what was going on and posted ooc status saying that we were to leave him alone and stop blaming him. Multiple people (myself included) commented that âyouâre the only one mentioning him being at faultâ which prompted her to delete all the comments that were against her and leave the account on hiatus again. Eilian© ended up delivering a healthy baby girl (????? she spent half the pregnancy drunk and the other half in a coma???????????) and died in childbirth.
We thought we were free, but nope. Eilian© started following around the muses that she interacted with as a motherfucking ghost. Cousinâs muse and Runt were developing a relationship and they ended up having several children later on, but for the time being they were focusing on Anya, the baby that Eilian© miraculously didnât harm with her drinking and falling off a cliff and ending up in a coma (I CANNOT GET OVER HOW WEIRD THAT PART WAS OKAY? HOW DO YOU JUST, YOUâRE PREGNANT WHY ARE YOU AROUND CLIFFS IN THE FIRST PLACE?????????) and basically giving baby Anya all the love they could.
Eilian mistook the natural grieving and politeness resulting from death as us all wanting her shitty must back from the grave. So she broughtEilian© back to life (?????????????????????????????????) and took baby Anya back. Cousinâs muse was devastated since sheâd raised that baby since she was born and what was effectively her daughter was being snatched away. Cousinâs muse and Runt had twins, a boy and girl.Eilian© came over to visit the baby twins and took cousinâs muse aside, quietly asking her if she was okay if she slept with Runt to have another baby. Cousinâs muse simply answered that âWell, itâd hurt me to know heâs doing it but ultimately itâs his choice and Iâll support himâ and then cousin came to us (Runt, myself, and a few friends weâd had at the time) to tell us this and there was confusion from each and every one of us.
Runt confronted her and she said she just didnât want to sneak around behind my cousinâs museâs back. By this point we all had enough and blocked her, deciding that Runt and cousinâs muse were raising Anya again and they had several more children.
Throughout all of this, we would use the messenger function to try reasoning with her and we found out she was bipolar but refusing to take medication because she didnât believe she needed to take it when she was feeling well (a shitty stereotype, but she did fall into it sadly). When we expressed our concern over her mental health, she would always claim we were being ablest and insult us all. I feel guilt for not being able to help her with her illness, but I couldnât force her to take her medication. I recognize that her illness clouds her judgment, but it doesnât absolve her of responsibility.
And then, Sorcererâs Apprentice came out, that one with Nic Cage and Jay Baruchel. I hopped onboard and made a new facebook for the lead, Dave Stutler (Baruchel). My buddy Runt joined me as Balthazar Blake (Cage). It was fun! Eilian was forgotten and we were coming up with plot ideas, weâd even started a crossover with Warehouse 13, one of my favorite shows!
But then, she returned as a character named Gwen. As per my headcanons, Dave doesnât like confrontation because of bullying after his first introduction to sorcery. If youâre not familiar with the movie, as a child Dave ended up in the midst of a battle against Balthazar and an evil sorcerer. Dave managed to get loose, tried to tell other kids what happened, and when they went to see it looked like nothing had happened and it became a thing to the point where Dave comments later on in the movie that âin some parts of the tristate area they still call a mental breakdown âpulling a david stutlerâ.â
For my headcanons, since this happened during childhood, Dave ended up a big target of bullying and would still instinctively try to escape before fighting if he felt he was in trouble. So; it definitely made him feel threatened when some random girl he doesnât know rolls up next to him on a busy street, talks like she knows him, then use magic to stop the rain from falling (again, busy street with tons of people that donât use sorcery?????). Dave, naturally, ran off.
Gwen proceeded to ride her motorcycle onto the sidewalk, chase him three city blocks, chase him into a store (still on the motorcycle), destroy the store, then get mad when he doesnât want to talk to her. I wish I was fucking joking but this was an actual thing that happened and it was fucking terrifying even from an outside perspective.
Gwen pops by the shop where he âworksâ (a cover for him going to this place to learn more sorcery stuff), and starts talking about canon movie events she could have no way of knowing, then claims her magic book (as in book for learning magic and also happens to be magical) told her the things that happened. Even though thatâs not really how that works.
Eilian would message me, convinced that I was Runt even though I told her several times that I wasnât. This was how I knew without a shadow of a doubt it was her.
Another night, Gwen just showed up and told Dave to follow her. He was reluctant but followed anyway, thinking it was something important. She wanted to impress a guy that doesnât like conflict by showing him how well she wins at robotics fights???? Even after itâs explained to her several times that I am not Runt and Dave doesnât like fighting, she didnât âunderstandâ what she was doing wrong (more like she refused to admit she was wrong) and we ended up having to block her.
Luckily though, after that I never heard from Eilian again.
thank god
#mun meme response#HOLY SHIT THIS TOOK FOREVER TO TYPE UP#themythscometolife#ooc#molly quinn as mun fc bc reasons
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Asteri Tale Chapter 21 Libra part 2
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  Everyone returned to class as usual. As Yamaguchi sensei's class dragged on, Kelly observed Alex, this time with a purpose other than to satisfy her curiosity. He still seemed on cloud nine about what ever conversation he was having over text. "Who could he be talking to?" Kelly yawned as the class came to an end. Most of the student cleared out of the room. Alex lagged behind the crowd as he drifted along. Kelly quickly grabbed her bag and jogged up to him.   "Hey, Murasa san." she called out to him casually. "No one is around why not give it a go?" he jumped a little and turned to her.   "What do you want Dunley san?" his face was flushed a bit as he scowled. "Don't you have friends to talk to?"   "They are always so loud..." Kelly sighed. It wasn't a lie.   "Ha, you think so too, huh?" Alex laughed a little then grimaced, returning to his scowl. He averted his gaze and hastened his pace. "You probably shouldn't be seen talking to me." he said bitterly.   "Uh, why is that?" Kelly cocked her head to the side.   "Oh, they haven't told you yet? Poor thing." Alex gave a devious giggle. "I've done awful things to people like you."   "Surely you had your reasons." Kelly shrugged. "I have got to get him to let his guard down around me if I am to get anything out of him."   "Naturally! You hooligans think that rules don't apply to you!" Alex scoffed. "If I'm to keep order, I must resort to extreme measures, set an example."   "Controlling the masses with fear, hmm." Kelly pressed her fingertips to her lips. "Does it work?" Alex gave a devilish grin.   "Have you witnessed any transgressions being committed?" he asked and turned his head to the side, giving her an arrogant look.   "Hm, no." Kelly thought over the passes two weeks. "The really picked the right guy for the job then."   "There's no need for flattery Dunley san." Alex barked back. "Enough of this, what do you really want?" he sighed and sped up, trying to distance himself from her.   "You seem lonely, always by yourself." Kelly shrugged. "I thought you could use a friend." Alex abruptly stopped and whipped around to face her.   "Cut the crap!" he bared his teeth to hide his embarrassment. "What could you possibly see in someone like me...?" he hissed softly.   "The company you keep leaves a lasting impression, right?" Kelly played to Alex's devotion to the rules. "Those delinquents are troublesome, I would hate to have them tarnish my reputation before I have the chance to make a name for myself here." she spoke in a suave tone. Alex burst out laughing. Kelly frowned at his unexpected reaction. "My, this isn't going as well as I planned."   "You're barking up the wrong tree, kid!" Alex sighed as his laughter calmed. "You being seen with me will only make everyone hate you more, I guarantee it!" Kelly pursed her lips together, displeased with his response.   "Unlike the others I don't buy your 'tough guy' act one bit!" she looked to Alex with a cunning expression. "There is more to you than meets the eye and I am going to figure it out!" Alex gasped and turned away, his face flushed a deep shade of red. "Just a little more..."   "Wh-what are you going on about?!" Alex started walking at a quick pace towards the gym. "Are you really that stupid?!" he reached for the door when Kelly grabbed his sleeve.   "Then who have you been so preoccupied with this week?" Kelly slid between the door and him. "Everyone has seen you glued to your phone!" Alex's jaw dropped as he stared back in mortification.   "I-I...it's for work!" Alex roared. "I used my phone to communicate as part of my job!" he wasn't lying, he did use it in some situations, but this was clearly unrelated. "M-mind your own damn business, Dunley!"   "I don't buy it...I will find out what you are holding back." Kelly pushed back on the door, allowing Alex into the gym. "Even if I have to stick to you for the rest of the year!" she declared deviously. "There too." she gestured to the locker rooms.   "W-WH-WHAT?!" Alex's entire body stiffened. "F-f-follow me into the locker rooms and-and I'll have you expelled!" he wrapped his arms around himself in shame, his face returned to its previous shade of red.   "Fine, fine!" Kelly waved and laughed as she walked into the girls' locker room. Alex brooded, embarrassed by Kelly's bold declaration before walking into the boys' locker room. Mira ran up to Kelly as she started changing.   "Sooooo? how'd it go?" she wiggled around excitedly. Jem and Mini looked to Anya dubiously.   "Huh?" Mini raised one eyebrow.   "What's that about?" Jem pointed.   "I wasn't supposed to tell you, but Skai is having Dunley san talk to Murasa." Anya sighed and twirled a strand of hair around her finger, feeling guilty.   "Whaa? Why her?" Mini pouted.   "Cause you guys have already been revealed and knowing you, you'd pick a fight with him instead!" Anya laughed unenthusiastically.   "We saw how well that went when Saveli tried that..." Kelly groaned. The twins sulked. Once everyone had finished changing, the group left for the gym. The twins ran over to Skai, whining.   "No fair, Noriko!" Jem poked his arm.   "Why couldn't we do it?" Mini growled while frowning. Skai narrowed his eyes to a scowl then turned to Kelly.   "Anything?" he adjusted his glasses as he looked her over. "You look unharmed."   "Nothing yet, but I think I am on to something." she smirked and turned to the locked room doors as Alex walked out with Arlin. "Well, I'm off." she walked away from the group. The twins glowered at Skai and whined.   "We would have gotten something already!" Jem sneered.   "No! The last encounter two you had with Murasa ended badly, you were both injured!" Skai paused, his expression turned dark. "It was all my fault, I won't allow a repeat of that to occur." the girls rubbed their arms anxiously. "He blames himself for that?" Alex pulled Arlin along to the far side of the gym bleachers. Kelly inconspicuously leaned on them a fair distance away to listen in on the boys.   "A-about yesterday...Arlin what were you thinking?" Alex started of hesitantly. Arlin scoffed. "There was no reason to sabotage that clone, you could have killed them!" Alex hissed, trying to keep his voice down.   "I'm disappointed it didn't, we'd have fewer obstacles to take care of!" Arlin growled in frustration.   "Look! I know exactly how you feel, but killing is never the answer!" Alex paused, taking in a deep breath. "Once we hand over Sharpe to our master none of them will matter anymore!" Arlin eyed Alex skeptically. Kelly peered around the edge of the bleachers to see what they were doing. Arlin turned and started walking away.   "You've grown soft, Alex. I don't know what's gotten into you lately, but you need to wake up to the reality of our circumstance!" he let out a deep sigh and grit his teeth together. "Things don't always work out so perfectly, I thought you of all people would understand that!" Arlin barked back then stormed off. "Well, this can't be good..." Kelly stuck to the side to avoid Arlin's line of sight as he passed. Alex hung his head.   "What HAS gotten into me lately?" he reiterated Arlin's harsh remarks to himself as a question. "Pfft, not like I ever approved of killing people in the first place..." Kelly glanced back at Alex, who pulled out his phone. She silently observed him until he frowned again, his phone seemed to be ringing. "A call, now?" Kelly feigned ignorance and approached him cautiously.   "Are you going to answer that?" she asked coyly. Alex raised his eyes to meet hers.   "Well I don't really have a choice now, do it?" he groaned to himself and accepted the call, putting his phone to his ear. "Yes?" There was the faint sound of an older male voice on the other end of the call. The voice was dark and a little raspy with a foreign tinge to it. Alex's already distraught mood grew more troubled by the topic of the call. "I understand, we won't fail you." he asserted but his face twisted in disgust. The other person on the phone gave a sharp laugh and continued talking. Alex's eyes drifted to Kelly. "If that's what you wish, consider it done." There was more from the other end then Alex said, "I'll be there as soon as class lets out." and ended the call. Kelly watched him inquisitively as if asking for an explanation with her eyes rather than with words. Alex rolled his eyes at her. "Will you just give up already? I'm under no obligation to explain myself to you."   "You didn't seem too happy about that call just now, did something happen?" Kelly gave a quiet laugh. Alex gasped.   "T-that's none of your business!" Alex averted his eyes shamefully. He wasn't just going to come out and admit to being involved in Aren and Tori getting injured the day before.   "You don't actually like putting on this 'tough guy' act do you?" Kelly smirked. Alex growled and tried to rush passed Kelly into the open area of the gym, when his phone went off again.   "GOD DAMNIT! What does 'he' want now?" Alex shuddered as he looked to his phone with a pained expression. After a moment his face relaxed. Kelly grinned as she looked over at the message displayed on the screen ["Sorry we couldn't hang out yesterday, clean up ran late again. You good for today after school?"] Kelly giggled deviously.   "Who is that?" she said playfully and leaned in close to his face.   "M-m-mind your own damn business!" Alex bared his fangs as his face flushed red. He pulled back and shoved his phone in his pocket without replying. "No one is supposed to like me! Just leave me alone!" he fought to remain composed and ran away. Kelly chuckled to herself and headed back to Skai.   "What did you do to him?" Jem clapped her hands as Kelly approached.   "He looked like he was gonna cry!" Mini howled and began laughing. Anya giggled softly, amused by their amazement.   "Nothing really..." She smiled innocently "That was all his doing."   "So?" Skai crossed his arms and tapped his foot impatiently.   "There's more happening then he's letting on BUT it sounded like someone else is calling the shots. Murasa is just the messenger." Kelly gave her summary of what she had witnessed. Skai closed his eyes pensively and adjusted his glasses while remaining silent. Jem and Mini slumped over dissatisfied at the idea of some higher power, stronger than even Alex.   "This sucks." Jem sulked.   "Yeah." Mini agreed.   "Is there more? You seem like you have more to say." Skai opened his eyes and assessed Kelly.   "Hm, pretty observant, Noriko san." Kelly grinned. Everyone perked up, paying close attention to her while faking participation. "It sounded like he was making plans to meet up with their boss after class today."   "Wha? How did you find that out?!" Mini gaped.   "SHH!" Skai shushed her and looked around making sure they hadn't drawn unwanted attention.   "I overheard him on the phone, after him and Akseli had their fight." Kelly stopped herself and decided to leave her personal opinions out. "We should have someone tail him and find out what we are really dealing with."   "But who? If they get caught, they'd have Murasa to deal with!" Anya voiced her concerns.   "Then they can't get caught, it's that simple." Skai scanned the room for their other companions. "Imani san and Evaline san are out for sure. There is no way to inform them in time, since they don't have our contact information yet."   "So one of us here?" Jem cocked her head to the side.   "Not you!" Skai barked before either of the twins volunteered themselves.   "Someone quiet yet capable, hmm?" Anya hummed to herself. "I don't like this..." The group simultaneously locked eyes on Sai and Tori together with Syrus.   "Arata!" Mini cheered and dashed off.   "H-hey! Don't leave me!" Jem followed. Skai rolled his eyes and walked after them with Anya and Kelly in tow. Syrus groaned once he noticed the girls sprinting at him.   "Arata! Arata!" they cheered in unison.   "Hm?" Sai eyed them curiously. The others caught up to them shortly after. Skai glared at the girls for the unnecessary outburst. "No need to worry Noriko, everyone expects it from them by now." Sai said flatly and motioned around to the masses of students, none of which even turned to look at the chaos Jem and Mini caused.   "Thanks?" Jem said questioningly.   "That wasn't a compliment." Skai chuckled to himself as they flailed around.   "What do you need?" Tori interjected. Anya ruffled her hair, hesitant to speak up.   "We have something for you to do, that is if you don't have plans for today." Kelly gave Anya a conceited grin.   "Hm..." Sai looked over to her vacantly. Skai explained everything they had come up with and the proposed pursuit of Alex.   "B-but Sai! You can't..." Tori objected.   "You are hurt, we can't ask you to go!" Skai averted his eyes contritely.   "I'll be fine, Tori." Sai patted him on the head. "If we figure out what they intend to do, we will be one step ahead of them before they strike."   "Don't do anything needlessly dangerous, Arata san." Skai gazed at her nervously. "I don't wish to see more of my friends get hurt."   "I'm perceptive enough to avoid conflict, I can do it." Sai asserted and nodded to Tori and Skai. Syrus and Sai shared a look in silence, then split up at the locker rooms. The girls changed quickly into their regular uniforms and readied to leave. Sai observed Kelly dubiously. "Can she tell that I left things out?" Arlin and Alex left the locker room together. The group watched as the two parted ways. Sai silently exchanged gestures with everyone and left with Tori as usual, making sure to stay out of sight.   "I guess we'll just have to wait and hear about it tomorrow." Anya straightened her posture. Kelly shrugged then the boys came out of their side. Kid dragged Skai and Syrus over to the girls.   "Awww! Where's Arata?" he pouted.   "They had to get home early." Jem smiled fakely.   "It is about to rain..." Skai announced and pointed towards the windows, darkened by the cloudy sky. "Let's not linger here."   "Well then, I'm off..." Syrus swung his bag around onto his back and turned to leave. "Gotta pick up my sister." Kelly averted her eyes regretfully. "I really should apologize..." Everyone went their separate ways to go home. Nicholas patiently waited for Kelly out front. She quickly got in and they drove off. A few minutes into their trip, rain began to fall from the sky.   "Huh, I can't believe he was right..." Kelly sighed to herself in slight amazement. Nicholas smiled as he soothing sound of the rain mixed with the hum of the engine. Awhile later, Kelly jolted up in her seat as she was about to doze off. A fair distance away, a person walked dejectedly in the rain. "That can't be...?â she sat up to get a better look. "Nicholas, go pick him up!" she leaned into the front seat to point at the kid.   "Yes, ma'am." he answered dutifully. As they approached the person, he turned to look at the oncoming car, his long, wet hair clung to his drenched jacket. Kelly rolled down her window as the car slowly crept along keeping to his pace.   "Hey, Kanamura! Get in!" Kelly poked her head out the window.   "Tsk...I'll pass." Syrus grumbled and walked faster.   "You are going to catch a cold, just get in!" Kelly barked back growing mildly annoyed with Syrus's obstinance. "We will take you to your house."   "Leave me alone, would you?" he rolled his eyes exasperatedly.   "Look, I want to talk...I have nothing planned today, so just get in already before I follow you to your house!" Kelly asserted. Syrus frowned and dropped his shoulders in defeat.   "Fine..." he came to a stop and Kelly opened the door, handing him a towel as he stepped in. Nicholas looked back to Syrus. He gave directions by pointing and the car began to move again.   "What happened to picking your sister up?" Kelly scanned the surrounding area, no one else was around.   "Got a ride with a friend, still had to drop off the numbers for Imani and Evaline..." he wrung his ponytail out with the towel and placed it under himself. "Is that really all you threatened to stalk me for?"   "W-what! No!" Kelly griped. "I wanted to properly apologize for our 'misunderstanding'."   "Rather eloquent way of saying 'When you called me a creep'." Syrus crossed his arms and legs then glanced out the window.   "Well...yeah, I was taken aback by the rather blunt way you approached me, I guess it was a force of habit. Sorry." Kelly looked over to Syrus, who was completely uninterested.   "So you're rude to everyone who talks to you like that? Hardly a reasonable reaction." he grumbled.   "I...yes, well I admit I was wrong, so stop avoiding me!" As Kelly spoke, Nicholas put up the screen between the front and back seats.   "I'm like that with everyone, there's nothing special about you..." Syrus said coldly.   "We are going to have to work together in the future, you could at least try to be more agreeable!" Kelly shifted, turning her body towards him.   "Agreeable?!" Syrus whipped around to look at her. "If its business, I do my part, outside of that I have no obligation to fraternize with anyone!" Syrus glared at her. "You clearly have the wrong idea about our 'relationship'!"   "Excuse you?!" Kelly growled. The car had passed into a fairly quaint residential area. The screen slid back down.   "Which way is your house, sir?" Nicholas looked back to Syrus, breaking the tension.   "Take a left here." he huffed. Nicholas followed Syrus's guidance as Kelly stewed in anger. "How dare he speak to me in such a way!" Syrus went back to watching the scenery as they sat in silence. As they reached another intersection, Syrus hailed to Nicholas. "Here." he gestured to the street beside them. "I'll walk from here." Kelly narrowed her eyes at Syrus.   "No...we will drop you off properly!" she insisted in aggravation. Syrus opened the door anyway.   "The rain has lightened up considerably, its fine!" he bowed his head to Nicholas. "Thank you for taking care of me." then stepped out of the car and started walking away.   "Well, Miss Kelly?" Nicholas turned to the exceedingly dissatisfied Kelly.   "Go home, I will call you when I need you." she ordered and stepped out of the car. Nicholas sighed to himself and drove off. "What do you have to hide, Kanamura?" Kelly followed behind him, careful not to be spotted. Syrus traversed a series of side streets then changed course. "Geez, he sure doesn't want me to find where he lives." Kelly crossed over the ditch, after letting Syrus pull ahead some. Once she made it through to the next street, she stopped. Syrus walked up to the front door of a decently large two story house. "T-that's surprising." He fiddled at the door for a moment, then it opened. Syrus gave a quick look around before walking in and closing the door behind him. "From the way he acts, I would have never expected him to line in such a nice house." His house was the largest one on the street. Kelly watch from across the street for some time before turning and walking away.
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