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dollslayer · 4 years ago

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Sweeter Endings

Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Still reeling from the financial realities of losing your mother you turn to a lucrative website for help and get more than you could have bargained for.

W/C: 5,325

Warnings: Smut (no minors 18+ only), light D/S dynamics, brief mentions of alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, swearing

A/N: NO MINORS, I wrote this for @donutloverxo 's Sugary 4k Challenge (Congrats!!) I love sugar daddy AUs so I was really excited to write this!! If you like it then please like/reblog/comment I'm all ears! Also maybe check out my other stuff if you want! Cheers!

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The saying ‘desperate times call for desperate measures’ was truer than you’d ever imagined and you found out the hard way. Life had hit you hard last year. You had watched your mother succumb very quickly to cancer. A cold that just wouldn’t go away turned into a doctor’s visit turned into three months left to live. Having no one else in her life, the cost of her funeral and medical bills fell to you. The bills outweighing the inheritance you had no choice but to drop out of school.

One year later you were hanging on by threads to keep yourself off the streets without turning to a loan shark or selling yourself. Stocking shelves at a bougie grocery store in Soho by day and bartending in Tribeca by night had you working six days a week. What free time you had you were too exhausted to do anything with. Something had to give or you were going to collapse from the stress, you just didn’t know what.

A couple weeks ago you had been casually venting about how broke you were with a coworker when she jokingly suggested signing up for one of those Sugar Daddy sites. You laughed along with her but it sounded better than getting a third job. You had quietly asked one of your roommates to borrow their laptop saying you needed to look at job postings only half a lie, really and locked yourself in your room.

You were just gonna check out the website, maybe sign up and poke around, it didn’t mean you were committing to anything, just looking. You remembered first looking at the website once your shitty wifi loaded it, promising ‘beautiful and successful people making mutually beneficial connections’. You balked after reading that but you couldn’t look at any profiles without making one yourself so you had set to work.

After making your profile you hadn’t gotten any hits in about a week so you shrugged it off. You couldn’t keep hogging your roommate’s computer anyways so you set off back to work. Your days at the store wore on into endless nights at the bar and you wondered what other options you really had when you had no degree and no experience in any relevant field.

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6 o’clock on a Thursday night, the typical after work crowd begins to roll in. The bar you work in is upscale, classy. Definitely trying to lure in the businessmen that worked in the area and their wallets. It annoyed you to deal with the same type of customers you did at the store all over again but with the high end crowd came good tips so you couldn't complain too much.

It was busier than usual when a group of men in suits walked in together asking for a booth. You saw a lot of business meetings take place over whiskey sours in this place so you didn’t think much of it. You tried your best to keep tending to your regulars when a pair from the group came over.

One of the men had deep brown eyes and a sly grin that when split gave you the perfect view of the gap between his teeth. He was confident but he had a kind look to him. His friend had dirty blond hair and a beard that clung to his perfect jawline and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t snuck a second look. You turned your back and continued filling orders to distract yourself when one of them cleared their throat behind you.

As you turned to face them you found it was the blond calling after you. His face held a hint of surprise but it was quickly replaced by a look of amusement as he smirked and one brow lifted, like he knew something you didn’t. He was like any other typical customer for you, professional and handsome, probably over-confident in himself. You returned his smirk and prepared your best charming banter. Time to earn those tips.

“Something to drink for you, gentleman?” You offered.

“We’d like a round of scotch for the table over there. You don’t mind bringing it over, do you sweetheart?” the brown-eyed man asked.

“Of course not” you answered. Pricks.

“Good girl” the blond said with a wink. Creep. A hot creep but still. Before you could ask he took his card out of his wallet and put it on the counter for the tab.

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A round had come and passed, soon they’d asked for another but this time it was just the blond that approached you. You lifted your eyebrows in anticipation of an order.

“You here often?” he asked. Ugh, not even a good pick up line.

“Am I here at my job often?” You retorted with a playful smile.

The man’s shoulders shook as he chuckled. “Sorry you just uh, you look familiar that’s all. What’s your name?”

You supplied him with it and asked him if he wanted another round of scotch. He nodded.

“Smart girl, I’m Steve by the way.” He laid down his business card which you picked up with a look of challenging curiosity. Steve Rogers, CEO of Shield inc.

Oh. You didn’t recognize the name but you definitely knew the company. It felt like a quarter of their employees stopped in for a drink throughout the week and it was prominent enough of a company that you read about it weekly. Play it cool, these types want to feel like an every-man at the bar but still wanna feel important.

You raised your eyebrows again in recognition. “Nice to meet you, Steve, I’ll have your round right out.”

“Good Girl” he winked again at you. Okay so it’s hot, but he’s a total stranger and you don’t even know him. Stay on your game.

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10 o’clock came around and things were thinning out slightly, regulars made their way out, awkward Tinder dates and rowdy young 20-somethings made their way in. The party of businessmen was still around but they were hopefully wrapping up after the 2 more rounds they’d had. Steve approached the bar once more and you preemptively picked up the bottle of scotch.

“Whoa, easy, girl! I’m here to pick up the tab” He said, taking out his wallet.

“What’s the name on the tab?” You decided to play dumb but based off the grin on his face he knew you were playing with him.

“Steve. Rogers.” He replied, his tone was stern but his eyes told you he was in on the joke.

You cashed him out and left him to sign his receipt so you could make more drinks. You saw him move in your peripheral and turned your head to see his face.

“Have a good night, sweetheart. I’ll be seein’ ya” he promised.

“Take care!” You smiled back.

A few minutes later you circled back to collect his receipt and found three $100 bills staring back at you. You blinked dumbly in disbelief, who the hell leaves a 200% tip? Looking around to see if Steve was still here he was nowhere to be found. You had no choice but to pocket the money.

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Another week went by and left you wondering how much energy and concentration it would take for you to just evaporate, since that seemed easier than going to work today. Sadly still in solid form, you punched in at the store and stowed your things in your locker.

Your upscale customer base was a mostly pretentious and successful group of yuppies so even though you were grateful to not be on the streets you were constantly reminded of the professional success you couldn’t help but feel that you were missing out on. Stuck instead to listen to incessant whining ‘is this organic? I won’t eat it unless it’s organic’.

The upside of this job was that the time went by quickly because you always had so much to do. Plus with how monotonous the work was it was easy enough to zone out. So much so that you hadn’t heard someone calling your name and approaching you. A hand softly touching your shoulder snapped you into the present.

You looked up, startled to find a pair of blue eyes staring back into yours. You took a step back and processed who it was. “CEO guy?” Steve?

“‘CEO guy?’ I thought I recognized you, ‘barmaid’ or should I say… ‘stock girl?’” He joked using his fingers to make quotations.

Now that you thought about it, the store isn’t that far at all from the bar, it would make sense if he’s in the area. You smiled and tapped your nametag in response.

“I just came in on my lunch to grab a few groceries” looking down at his basket it held some protein powder, some eggs, and one lonely banana. “Clearly, I’m single. But you’d know that already, wouldn’t you?”

Your brows twinged together in confusion. What is that supposed to mean?

“Excuse me?”

He edged a little closer to you and lowered his voice “SeekingConnection.com?”

Your eyes widened in shock. The fucking Sugar Daddy site! I forgot about that! Surprise was quickly replaced with humiliation. You looked down and away as you felt your cheeks heat up.

“I don’t mean to embarrass you” Steve placated, “But I gotta say, I’m pretty hurt you never responded to me. I sent that message weeks ago and let’s just say I’m not used to rejection.” He kept his tone light, letting you know he wasn’t mad.

“I-I um, I’m sorry, I don’t have a computer and they don’t have an app, I was using my roommates’ computer and I guess I forgot about it…” You admitted.

Steve nodded in acknowledgement. Please say something to salvage this conversation. Please.

“Well,” Steve rummaged in his pocket for another business card. “You got a pen on you?”

You dug around in your apron and came up with one. Handing it to him you watched as he wrote on the back of the card. He held the card and the pen out to you.

“That’s my number, I’d ask for yours but I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable, you already look like you wanna sink through the floor” Not helping, but I do. You took them from him and tucked them away in the pocket of your apron.

“You do have a phone right?” You only glared at him in response. “Well, if you check your profile, you would’ve seen I asked you out to lunch, offer still stands. Just text me when you’re free”

Should I even say yes? I mean, the winking the other night was weird but he’s good looking and at least somewhat considerate. I mean, it’s not like I had any other intention when I signed up for that site. What the hell. right?

��I… usually work mid shifts so I don’t know if lunch is doable, they only give me half an hour but, maybe we could do coffee? I’ve got tomorrow off from the bar I could meet you” you suggested.

If Steve felt pity for you he hid it well behind the wide smile he made when you offered coffee instead.

“There’s a place around the corner from here, just up a block, you know it? I’m off tomorrow at 6, why don’t you meet me there?”

“Sounds like a plan.” He winked at you again and started walking away. What the hell just happened?

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You did end up borrowing your roommate’s computer once again when you got home to look up Steve’s DM. Sure enough, there he had been in all his internet glory. ‘Steve, 33, CEO. likes: art, conversation, whiskey. Digging around further on his profile you found that he owned several houses here and in Europe, he had a dog that was cuter than he was, and that he was ‘Seeking deeper connection’. All of these things piqued your interest.

‘Hey, Doll. Saw your profile and I had to ask, what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this? Kidding, of course. But maybe you’d care to tell me your story over lunch? Your profile says we’re both in New York. - Steve’ Sent three weeks ago. Fuck.

You had texted him earlier to confirm, which is how you found yourself walking up the sidewalk towards the shop with a mind running rampant with nervous thoughts. What if he just wants to feel big about himself in comparison to me? What would I even really have to offer the relationship? A college dropout working two dead-end jobs with no social life. You needed to snap yourself out of it. You were just meeting for coffee doesn’t mean anything.

Pushing open the door you found Steve waving at you from a quiet corner. He was still in a suit, presumably coming from work himself. Even the buttons on his shirt looked expensive. You were wearing dirty jeans and a worn pair of work boots paired with a flannel. You couldn’t have looked more different if you tried.

“I waited for you to order,” He said. You smiled up at him, only now realizing how tall he was in comparison to you. He ushered you both towards the counter where you both placed your orders. You moved to take your wallet from your purse but he had already beat you there.

“Really? As if I’d let the lady pay, and on the first date no less?” He said playfully.

“Oh, so this is a date now, is it?” You kidded.

Steve shoved his hands in his pockets and gave you that boyish grin and a shrug. The pair of you made your way back to the table and waited for your drinks to be brought over.

“How was work?” You asked, “What exactly is it that your company does?”

“We offer security and surveillance software domestically as well as international. Stadiums, airports, other government buildings. Things of that nature. And work was fine, thank you for asking” Steve said with a genuine smile. “How was your day, doll?”

“Oh, my day was fine, more of the same but y’know,” You answered half-heartedly.

“You know, you never answered me, what’s a funny, pretty gal like you doing on a site like that?”

Embarrassment hit you again, this time maybe accompanied with a hint of shame. You were saved momentarily by your drinks being delivered. He seemed truly interested and since he was paying you supposed you owed him an answer.

“I was going to Columbia and I had a pretty good internship when my mom got diagnosed with cancer. She died three months later and since it was only always just the two of us I ended up footing the bill. I was on partial scholarship but between the hospital and the funeral I can’t really afford the rest of tuition on top of working for free so here I am” you explained, “Oh my god, I’m sorry I’m totally oversharing aren’t I? You probably don’t wanna hear about a bummer like this, sorry”

You tried to laugh to ease the tension you thought you’d created. Braving a look at Steve, he looked thoughtful and only a little bit like he pitied you. You could live with that.

“I’m really sorry about your mom, mine also got really sick before she died, I know it must’ve been hard. What were you in school for?”

___

You and Steve talked for hours, trading anecdotes of childhood and talking about each other’s interests. You had a similar sense in humour so you got on swimmingly. The evening seemed to be coming to a close as the night sky sent in through the window.

Being with Steve was probably the most relaxed you’d felt since before your mom was diagnosed. It became difficult to focus on anything but your financial situation and even though that’s what brought you here in the first place you had managed to forget all about it.

“So look, us getting together wasn’t exactly the most conventional on meet-cutes but to put it bluntly,” He said, “The CEO life makes it hard to meet real people and it gets kinda lonely, I mean, you saw my grocery basket” You both laughed at that. “You need money and I need company, I feel like we could help each other out. Whad’ya say? Think you could put up with me?”

You knew what this was but hearing it put so plainly was a little surprising. At least he was to the point.

“So if I said yes what does that mean, exactly?” you inquired.

“Well,” he started, “We take care of each other. Let me cover some of your bills at the very least, make it so you’d be comfortable quitting at least one of your jobs. And you’d keep me company, we go on dates, maybe you could come over, there’s the occasional work event or charity gala I’d need you on my arm for. Thoughts?”

God I can’t even imagine what it’s like to work only one job anymore. Maybe I could even save up and go back to school. He’s cute and he seems sensible, why not?

“Could we maybe take things slow? What you describe is something I’m down for but I don’t want to make myself completely dependent on you. But I’d love to be there for you, and I have to admit, the thought of only working one full time job is pretty crazy to me” You laughed.

Steve swallowed and placed one of his large, warm hands over yours.

“I can do things the old fashioned way, if that’s what you’d feel good with. I gotta say though, with looks like that it’s not gonna be easy” he jested.

You smiled shyly and looked away. You both stood to leave and he held the door open for you.

“I’ve already got your number from when you texted me earlier but I’ll talk to my assistant about my schedule and maybe I could take you out to dinner this weekend?”

“I um, I’d really like that. It’s a date” You stated.

“Oh, so you think this is a date now?” He jested.

You lightly punched him in the arm and he took the opportunity to pull you closer to him. You looked up to find his face inches from yours. You could smell his aftershave and his deep voice gave you goosebumps when he spoke next.

“I kinda want to kiss you goodnight, would that be okay?”

You could only nod as he shut his eyes and closed in. Your lips met in one perfect, chaste kiss. You sighed and leaned into his hand as it briefly cupped your face.

You broke apart and made promises to see each other soon. You felt like you could’ve floated home as you boarded the subway, caught up in the swarm of newly forming feelings.

_____

You sat in the break room when your phone buzzed to life, ‘Saturday at 7?’

You were about to type out a yes when you forgot you worked closing at the bar. Your thumbs moved quickly to tap out the reply ‘Working, sorry :/ the pitfalls of bartending. Sunday at 7?’

You were nervous telling him no and asking to change plans. You hated not being able to make things work but you only just met the man and the weekend tips were killer, it’s not like you could turn the shift down.

‘Ah yes, almost forgot. Sunday works too, I’ll text you the details. What’s your address? I’ll pick you up’

Oh, God. Steve can’t see my building! His cufflinks probably cost more than my rent!

‘I’ll just meet you there, don’t worry about it’

‘Not a chance, doll. Just tell me where and I’ll come get you’

You let out a worried sigh but knew you had to let it go. You sent him your address and went back to work.

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Saturday was maybe the longest day in your entire week, in fact you loathed it. Mornings at the store followed by running immediately to the bar. Last call in New York was 4am so it’s a good thing you didn’t try to make brunch plans with Steve for Sunday. But ultimately both your shifts passed without major incident and now it was Sunday and you tried to ready yourself the best you could.

The place Steve mentioned was fancy, you knew that much from a quick search. Panicking instantly upon realizing you don’t really have any nice clothes you turned to your most fashionable roommate for help. She loaned you a cocktail dress that was revealing enough to draw interest without giving everything away. You just hoped Steve would like it.

‘Downstairs, doll. Silver BMW’ you exhaled. Hoo boy, here we go.

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Steve handed his keys to the valet and rushed around to open your door for you. You held his hand and you clambered onto the sidewalk in your heels. His warm hand on the small of your back as he steered you towards the doors was a comforting weight.

Dinner has been lovely so far, he chose a place that wasn’t completely white-glove but was upscale enough to make you feel only a little underdressed.

You joked back and forth with him over the course of the meal, talked about your lives, and even found out you both have a guilty pleasure for cheesy rom-coms. It wasn’t until dessert and your third glass of wine came that you realized how much time had passed. You frowned slightly thinking of the early morning ahead of you followed by a long night at the bar.

“What’s wrong, doll?”

“Oh, nothing I just didn’t realize how late it was, I’ve got both jobs tomorrow it’ll just be a long day that’s all” you tried to wave it off but Steve frowned in response.

“Quit the bar” he stated.

“What?”

“Quit the bar. This is your card, I’ve already loaded $3000 on there. Put me in touch with your landlord and I’ll get you taken care of.” He slid the card across the table to you. Your name printed on the front. This got real very quickly.

“Steve, that’s.” You were in shock, a loss for words almost “that’s too much, I don’t know what to say.” You felt embarrassed taking the money. You knew that was the essence of your arrangement but actually taking his money had you feeling uneasy.

“Honey, this is what I’m here for. Let me take care of you. Give up your late nights. I wanna take you out on the weekends and you’ll need to be available for events. You can stay at the store if you want but quit the bar, you don’t need it.”

You took a deep sigh. He did say he wanted you to be comfortable quitting one of your jobs; it's just making the change that scares you. But something about Steve felt safe so you nodded and looked up to him.

“I’ll put in my two weeks”

“Good girl” he patted your knee and you involuntarily clenched your thighs. He smirked at that but let it go.

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A few months had come and gone since that night and your time with Steve had been great. Only working the one job gave you so much more free time. You'd spent a good chunk of it just trying to form a normal sleep schedule but all the time you spent with Steve made it difficult. Not that you minded especially since your allowance was monthly but he’d showered you with gifts here and there.

They started off small, perfume, chocolates and flowers, or a simple pair of white gold hoops that reminded him of you. They gradually became pricier and more elaborate. You’d felt guilty accepting it all at first but he was insistent you deserve the best. He had even mentioned you moving out maybe finding a better place but you reminded him you needed to go slow.

He’d also been nothing short of a gentleman. Out in public at least, you’d learned the hard way that he was an absolute animal in bed. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep your hands off of him.

Something you had appreciated about Steve is that he never made you feel bad or less than for being broke. Never held his money over your head like leverage. You’d felt equal to him in all aspects, understanding you had just as much say as he did.

Still, there was a small nagging voice in the back of your head that reminded you Steve is not your boyfriend. This isn't a relationship and he's looking to get something out of just like you are. But if you were being honest you were catching feelings, it was hard not to when the man was giving you the fantasy. You decided to push that voice aside whenever it came up and let yourself be swept away. Maybe that would bite you in the ass but for now you were happy.

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You were buzzed into Steve’s building and on the elevator ride up to his penthouse your phone buzzed. ‘I have to make a quick call- I’ve got a present waiting for you in the living room.’ You couldn’t help but feel giddy.

The doors opened and Steve was nowhere in sight but as you entered the living room a bag from Chanel and the Apple Store sat on the table. Oh god, what this time? I swear this man is too much.

You opened the smaller bag from Chanel first and found a beautiful black and white evening bag. It was sleek and simple, very much to your tastes. You were nervous to open the Apple bag, Steve always went overboard. Shakily removing the paper you pulled out the slim case in disbelief. A MacBook Air and a pair of AirPod Pros. The man well and truly spoiled you.

“You said you didn’t have a computer.” His voice came from behind you and startled you.

“Steve, this is too much. You’re too much.” You swung your arms around his neck and kissed him.

“Nothin’s too much for you, doll.” He kissed the top of your head.

“Think you could take a couple days off of work? I just got off the phone and confirmed plans for my house in Nice.”

A trip? France?? Oh my god. How is this my life? You felt so overwhelmed that you grabbed Steve by the collar and brought his face down to meet you in a kiss. His tongue swiped your lips and you granted him entrance. Moaning into his mouth your hands traveled up into his hair, pulling softly and coaxing a groan out of him.

He guided you to sit on the couch and brought you down into his lap. You ground down onto him and felt his hard-on through his slacks. Your hand moved slowly to undo the buttons of his shirt as he kissed down your jaw towards your neck. You sighed softly when he found your sweet spot and started sucking.

He helped you take off his shirt while you got started on his belt and undid his pants. He lifted himself off the couch slightly to move them down to his knees, taking his briefs with them. His cock stood proud and an angry red, leaking at the tip.

“I wanna ride you, I can’t wait.” You pouted as you writhed against him in need.

Steve tutted at you “that’s no way to get what you want. Ask me nicely, baby. Beg to ride my cock,”

You ground down even harder and whined. “Please, sir, please let me ride your cock. I need to feel you, I can’t wait any longer please.”

“Good Girl” Steve's hands flipped up your skirt and found your panties, ripping them to shreds. They were La Perla and had cost a pretty penny but he didn’t care.

He lined himself up and brought you down harshly gripping your hips. You moaned loudly in surprise and satisfaction and wasted no time moving back and forth. Steve made you feel so close and connected to him whenever he fucked you but he still made you feel sordid and dirty. You couldn’t get enough of the feeling, you’d gladly chase it.

His eyes were hooded as watched you chase your own pleasure and giving him some in return. His hands kneaded your ass and smacked it just to get a gasp out of you. He grabbed the back of your head and brought you in for a searing kiss that was all teeth and tongue. He’d nip at you and lick the pain away.

His hips met yours, finding your rhythm and speeding you both up when he gripped your hips.

“Can’t wait to have me, you had to fuck me on the couch huh?” Steve panted, “my dirty girl. So fuckin’ gorgeous.”

You put your forehead against his and went harder, pushing your clit to grind against the muscles of his abs.

“Only yours, sir.” Your orgasm was building. Steve was a pretty relaxed dom but you still needed permission.

“Sir, please let me cum I can’t wait any longer” you tried your best to slow your movements a bit.

“I think you can hold it baby, I wanna enjoy you a little longer”.

You could only whine in response and tried to slow your pace but his grip on your hips and his own movements pushed you further and further towards the edge. You tried to squirm out of his grasp but his hands only tightened. It felt like forever until Steve finally gave you permission.

“Go on baby, cum for me you earned it. Fuck your self on my cock and cum all over me”

Your movements were frantic, desperate to chase your orgasm when finally the perfect angle of his cock inside you and your clit against him set you free. You cried out above him and dug your nails in deep.

Steve held you firmly in place and started slamming into you from below, finally letting himself think about cumming. All you could do was hold on for mercy. Moments later he brought you down onto him one final slam as he came inside of you with a cry.

The only sound in the room was both of you trying to catch your breath. You sighed again and collapsed against him, nuzzling your face into his neck. He kissed the side of your face and let you make yourself at home while he caressed your back.

____

One shower and two more orgasms later you were both clean and made your way to the kitchen. Steve was gathering the ingredients for dinner when you hugged him from behind. Your head resting against his back. Steve twisted around and hugged you in full. You both stayed like that for a moment until you looked up at him.

You were so content. Moments like this where you were just domestic were some of the best between you. It wasn’t about money or material, it was just the two of you making dinner and enjoying each other, no barriers.

“Are you really going to take me to France?” Your voice came out muffled against his chest.

“Of course, doll. After dinner I want you to use your new laptop to buy some outfits for the trip. I left my card in your new purse.”

You lifted onto your tiptoes and kissed his nose.

“You really do think of everything, don’t you?”

“What can I say? I’m a planner” he retorted.

You didn’t know it yet but Steve was going to ask you to become official while you were there. He wasn’t worried in the slightest. In fact he’d never been so sure about something in his life.

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its-captain-sir · 4 years ago

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BATTALION BREAKDOWN

Alright y'all, here it is, my breakdown of what I think a GAR battalion SHOULD look like. Full disclaimer before we get into it: I tried to research this stuff on wookiepedia as best I could but 1. there wasn't a ton of information out there on some of the things I had questions about and 2. some of it just makes No Sense when you put it together, so a lot of these numbers were made up by me and what I thought made sense based on what we see in the show and just simple logic. Feel free to accept/ignore parts as you please! Also, I'm gonna try to explain the rationale behind certain things as I go along but if you have any questions about this, you can send an ask/reply/reblog this post with your question and I'll do my best to answer it :)

Now that all that's out of the way, here's all the actual info beneath the cut.

Basic Organization

Essentially, the GAR breaks down into four tiers at this level: battalions, companies, platoons, and squads.

Battalions are the largest groups with 576* members and are all numbered, such as the 501st, 212th, 104th, etc. The only exceptions to the numbering convention are the Rancor Battalion that guards Kamino and the Coruscant Guard. Personally I believe that both of these should be double, if not triple, the size of a regular battalion, which could potentially explain the difference in names. Battalions are led by a clone commander and Jedi general + a padawan commander if the Jedi has one. 4 companies make a battalion.

Companies consist of 144 members and are all named. Using the 501st for example, this would be Torrent, Tide, Wave, and Typhoon. Note: Torrent, Tide, and Wave are canon/widely accepted fanon, but Typhoon is something me and my friends came up with. You're welcome to use the name as the fourth 501st company in your wips if you want! The names don't have to be related, but my guess would be that they often are. Companies are led by a captain.** 4 platoons make a company.

Platoons consist of 36 members and are simply referred to as the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, or 4th platoon under their company. Platoons are led by a Lieutenant. 4 squads make a platoon.

Squads consist of 9 members and are named. I don't have names for any 501st squads unfortunately, which is why those spaces are left blank in the picture. As a content creator, you'd have a LOT of freedom when it comes to these because there's so many within a battalion and it seems like they can be named just about anything. Squads are led by a sergeant.

*Numbers for this and subsequent numbers in this section were taken directly from wookiepedia

**One problem people tend to have with this is that Rex is a captain, and yet he seems to be in command of all of the 501st. I think most people have figured this out already but the clone wars writers really just threw names around willy-nilly when it came to all the military stuff. Rex should by all intents and purposes be a commander, and my personal in-universe explanation for this is that while he was skilled enough to go through ARC/command track training, he wasn't originally meant to be a commander and his CT number is what barred him from the title initially. Keeli would be another example of this.

A few comparisons just to illustrate it a bit better:

1 battalion = 4 companies = 16 platoons = 64 squads = 576 members

1 company = 4 platoons = 16 squads = 144 members

1 platoon = 4 squads = 36 members

1 squad = 9 members

Please note that these numbers do not include the officers. There would be 64 sergeants, 16 lieutenants, 4 captains, and a commander added to this number to make a total of 661 clones in any given battalion.

Now I could have just stopped here but I have a tendency to want to get way too specific in my wips so I went a little further:

Internal Battalion Assignments

To make the numbers a bit easier, this just looks at what would be found in one company, you can do the extra math if you want to know the full battalion numbers.

I tried my best to remember what kind of specialized troops showed up in the show since wookiepedia wasn't much help, and I ended up breaking these assignments down into medics, heavy gunners, ARF and tank operators, scouts, tech specialists, and standard infantry.

Medics total 16* within a company, one for each squad. Within the medical corps, they're further broken down into junior medical officers (JMO), medical officers (MO), senior medical officers (SMO), and the chief medical officer of the battalion (CMO). Any internal promotions would probably come from the CMO, maybe a SMO on occasion. When pertaining to medical issues, they do often outrank any other officer, but in combat, JMOs and MOs only hold the rank of private (underneath sergeant) and SMOs and the CMO hold the rank of major (between sergeant and lieutenant).

Heavy gunners total 16 within a company, again one for each squad. These are the clones who have been trained to use the Z-6 rotary blaster, like Hardcase and Hevy.

ARFs and other tank operators total one platoons-worth spread throughout a company, or 36 members. ARF troopers are the ones who drive the AT-RTs (the really bouncy walkers you can see used on Ryloth and Umbara) and other tank operators encompass, well, the operators of all the other ground vehicles we see used. The ratio of each of these seems like it could be fluid based on the needs of the battalion and their mission, so I didn't go too much further into this.

Scouts total two squads-worth spread throughout a company, or 16 members. To me it makes sense that one of the lieutenants within their company would specifically deal with their recon reports, simply because it's more organized and practical.

Tech specialists total one squads-worth spread throughout a company, or 9 members. Honestly this is where I grouped anything else left over, like the bomb squad members we see in the blue shadow virus episode, any slicers, etc.

Standard infantry totals the remaining 49 members in a battalion. They're strictly the fighting force on the ground. This doesn't mean that they're the only ones who do the actual fighting, just that they aren't specifically trained for any other specialization.

*These numbers and the subsequent numbers in this section were not taken from any canon source. They were calculated simply by what I thought would make sense to have.

LAAT/is and Starfighters

Again, I tend to be way too specific in my wips so not only did I go through all of the ground fighting force, but I started figuring out the some of the space forces attached to a battalion as well. This doesn't go into a ton about the Republic Navy because frankly, as soon as I read "7400 crew members on a star destroyer" I exited out of that tab cause that's a little Too Much to try to figure out, but I will cover how I think the gunships and fighter squadrons should work.

LAAT/is (gunships) total 48 per battalion, or 12 per company. However, two per company are usually held in reserve to make sure there's always something available for easy transport to/from the ground. This brings down the number to 40 per battalion, or 10 per company. Gunships take two people to man, so the total number of those pilots for a battalion is 96, or 24 for a company. There's also room for two gunners, which would bring the battalion total to 192, but from what I remember in the show the side guns rarely have someone in them, so I don't think the full 96 LAAT/i gunner positions would be filled. I also think the LAAT/i gunners could be temporarily reassigned from the main star destroyer crew (because 7400 is a LOT, they can spare 96). Wookiepedia said that the gunships could hold 30 troops for transport, but that seems like it'd be really cramped quarters. My guess is that each one would hold somewhere between 14-17 comfortably depending on how many people need transport and how many gunships are in use, which is what I kept in mind to come up with the original number of 48 for a battalion.

The Starfighter Corps consist of 5 separate squadrons, the standard* being two squadrons of Y-wings, one squadron of V-19 Torrents, one squadron of Z-95 Headhunters, and one squadron of ARC-170s. There are 12 in a squadron, plus a squad leader and two usually in reserve, so that's 15 total ships in a squadron and 75 total ships overall. Y-wings require a pilot and a gunner, so the total number of members in a battalion's starfighter corps equals 105. However, I believe some battalions could have up to double** these numbers if they're frequently in space battles, like Anakin and the 501st, or if they have a name that suggests it, like the 327th Star Corps. Squadrons seem to often be named after colors, but that isn't always the case, ie. Shadow Squadron.

*This standard isn't canon, it's just what I believe makes sense based on the number of ships types available and how frequently they are seen used in the show. The Y-wing bombers seem to be used a bit more than the rest, which is why I think there would be two squadrons of them.

**While double the number of ships is certainly possible, I figure it's more common to have three more squadrons instead of the full five so there would be two squadrons of each type of ship.

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That's all I got! Like I said earlier, use whatever you like, ignore the parts you don't, it doesn't really matter to me. This system is definitely what I'm going to follow in my wips if anyone is ever curious about what's going on with those.

Hopefully this is helpful to someone out there! And if you made it this far, thanks for reading! :)

#star wars refs #god this got so long HAJDHSKFHSKFHDK #I really hope all my math is right hsjskdhskfhslfj #i only caught one screw up while typing all this out so I'm pretty sure it's okay #but i apologize in advance if something isn't #ALSO sorry for the shaky lines in the visuals my hands started shaking really bad while making them hskdhskfhskfj #clones #oh look another clone wars post

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fricklefracklefloof · 3 years ago

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tag game!! ty @pocketsizedquasar for tagging me :))

1- Why did you choose your url

my url is just the same un i use for other sites that i post art on (instagram, deviantart, etc) BUT the original idea came from when i was in... shudders... middle school... there was a short period of time where i kept saying "FRICKLE FRACKLE" as a substitute for fuck or something and then i just tacked on floof because i'm a furry

i've been wanting to change my url for like a month now i'm just too scared of change lol </3

2- Any side blogs?

not... really? except for @jesperofficial but that's a joke soc roleplay blog i don't use anymore

3- How long have you been on tumblr?

since 2019 i think? it's been over a year

4- Do you have a queue tag?

no because i rarely queue you get my posts when you get them

5- Why did you start your blog in the first place?

i started this blog as a throwaway account because i wanted to join the grishaverse big bang. i didn't even want to join tumblr at the time but i wanted to be a part of the event more so i made it just so they'd have something to link back to LMAO. but then i started like... yknow talking to people who only used this site... and then i started lurking when i was really really bored... and then my friends convinced me to check the site like every day... and then i started posting only my fanart and then i downloaded the app on my phone and it was just downhill from there. sigh.

6- Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

i just like guillermo i just really like how his face came out in that drawing he looks cute <3

7- Why did you choose your header?

umm i like using my own art for stuff like this bc it makes me feel better about using images that i've created myself instead of possibly stealing from someone else and i think that drawing was cute it makes me happy :) it's kinda old though i might change it plus the fact that i added like 2394587394587 filters to it to make it fit the pink aesthetic is showing painfully

8-What’s your post with the most notes?

this jon + the admiral comic i made a while ago :) it's cute i think it's a bit cheesy and also kinda old but i'm very very proud of how i drew the admiral in that one so i'm happy that this one ended up being my top post lmao

9- How many mutuals do you have?

shit idk i don't really like the whole "mutual" thing i think we should just be friends instead of pretending that we are

10- How many followers do you have?

405 :o i didn't know that

11- How many people do you follow?

368! i don't even remember who i follow sometimes lmao

12- Have you ever made a shitpost?

probably

13- How often do you use Tumblr each day?

at least once a day </3 used to hate myself for it but now i just embrace it

14- Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

ummm i mean i GUESS you could call them fights i've gotten anon hate for stupid shit and have had um. Discussions with people about racism in the grishaverse but most of them were pretty one-sided i've never had full on reblog chains or Tumblr User Fricklefracklefloof Vs Other Tumblr User fights it's just. someone saying something and then me replying. i try to be civil.

although i did have a friend once (or ig we were just "mutuals") who flat out blocked me with no response after i said something mildly accusatory and i still haven't recovered from that </3 just communicate with me please goddamn

15- How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

i get the point they're trying to make but they're guilt trippy and ultimately don't end up solving the issue they think they're solving. (i'm assuming we're talking about the human rights posts that are all like "if you don't reblog this you're a monster!!" etc etc.) yes it's important to speak up about issues but by telling people they Have To Reblog This Or Else it just... scares people into supporting something without going through the critical thinking about it. at least that's how i see it. you can't truly support something if you don't understand wtf you're talking about. reblogging something like that for the sake of reblogging it is just... well it's performative.

16- Do you like tag games?

yes :)

17- Do you like ask games?

YEA THEY SEEM FUN i've never done one before bc idk i'm scared no one's gonna wanna do it with me but yes i think i would enjoy them

18-Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous?

oh i know who is tumblr famous but i don't wanna out them like that

19- Do you have a crush on a mutual?

ahaha! ahahahaha! that's funny i'm not sharing that

tagging @souleatering (or whatever blog you wanna use wybie idk) @jawbonemage and whoever else wants to :)

#tag game

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theunconcernedembalmer · 4 years ago

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Toko! I was thinking of creating an ask the character blog for IDV or Genshin Impact and wanted a few tips on how to start off. Anything you can share?

ey yo my dude!! thank you so much for this question, now im lowkey tempted (again) to make a genshin ask blog sjadhlkshgkahshglsaj anyway my 1.5 cents is under the cut, yall know how much i talk here HAHAHAHAH

uhhhhhh so i guess we start with picking a character u really Vibe with tm? I KNOW THIS SOUNDS LIKE COMMON SENSE BUT LIKE ive been considering making a genshin ask blog for a while now but i never really got to it cos i couldnt really decide on a character (plus the fact that their outfits are. so intricate. is also a hmm since i try to follow details to a t) (at first i wanted to do zhongli, but i feel like to be able to muse him well u need to know the lore super super well, which i dont n im too lazy to research on that aha. n u know how much i respect characterizations, especially for such a complex character like him. i also considered xiangling for a period of time mostly for guoba but also like i have 2+1 blogs here n having one more might not be a very good idea aha) (as for aesop he was my Hyperfixation Character tm also cos i looked at his kit n went Yep i could work with this. probably)

so assuming ur not a dumbass like me n u kinda know who u wanna pick, id actually say to snoop around here for other ask blogs n kinda get a feel of the... scene? is that the word? or like u know, other blogs that u can potentially vibe with. ive run a couple of ask blogs before this current one (both that have died for different reasons) n from my experience interacting with other blogs (if theyre okay with it, i think most should be) is pretty fun. it also kinda helps get ur blog around to other ppl on other blogs so they can go Oh whats this cool shit n check u out, n its also a reason why we kinda reblog promo posts for other blogs (also cos we’re always excited when someone new comes on, its really the more the merrier. we see all :eyes:). interacting with other blogs is also an option when ur inbox is looking real roomy too

another reason why i havent exactly done a genshin blog is that idk i cant actually seem to find genshin ask blogs around (i have seen rp blogs, or those that answer asks with mostly text instead of art, but thats. not my thing since i hate my own writing aha) (i did find one aether blog some time ago, but for some reason i hardly see them around anymore??? idk man i might be wrong). its not like im trying super hard to find them ask blogs, so im sure they exist out there (hopefully?? im not sure but im being optimistic). i mean theres nothing wrong with just starting an ask blog without others around, but for me i do find a difference when i interact with other ask blogs n when i dont, n i prefer when theres others to have fun with (unfortunately i couldnt find any ask blogs to interact with in my previous fandom. i tried, but the blogs i approached seemed to go inactive shortly afterwards...) plus u get to meet friends that way too :D (i made a lot of friends via idv askblogs n its really been a joy vibing with others)

as for the idv scene. gestures around me. unfortunately there are a lot of ask blogs that arent that active anymore, but theres still some of us who are alive n kicking empty inboxes, n im sure everyone would love to see a new face around. winks at u. also there seems to be a lot more blogs popping up lately, which is really heartening to see.

then u kinda just. make ur blog? n a starting introduction post so ppl can reblog it n spread the word XD n yay u have a blog i guess??? XD

i gotta say tho. dont expect ur blog to take off immediately (especially for smaller fandoms like idv, tvbh i didnt think my blog would even get half this far when i started cos of how non existent idv tumblr seemed to be) n ur inbox will probably be looking pretty empty a lot of the time (or at least filled with some that u havent quite thought of how to reply to yet aha) (but also like empty inboxes happen pretty often, im sure most of us here have experienced this problem)

in the case of the first ask blog i ever started, it never really took off at all. ngl it was kind of demoralizing n depressing but to be fair i had picked one of the more obscure characters in the series, so obscure that many ppl in the fandom would have never heard of this character before. if u wanted to know, i took a character that only appeared in the 2nd musical of the series, who also made a very brief cameo in the manga to acknowledge his existence within that universe. thats how obscure my character was, but i went with him purely because he was my favourite character. i will say though i did enjoy it while it lasted n i learnt a lot from the experience, n i think thats whats important really.

i guess this kinda leads on (not really but let me digress) to the whole uhhhh thing where if u choose a more popular character, u get more attention. which is fine i guess? if u really vibe with the character, i mean theyre popular for a reason. n choosing a more popular fandom (like genshin) would objectively also get u more viewers n numbers. but like honestly i believe that ask blogs are meant for u to have fun with, n like trying to get popular gets tiring pretty fast (this shouldnt be like a main goal, but u know sometimes u subconsciously also want that gucci follower count n bomb ass notes or something. i used to be guilty of this until i realized it isnt worth it) especially if ur not enjoying yourself in the process. (case in point: my previous fandom was considerably larger n my blog got about 700 followers within a year or so, but it got very tiring n stressful to maintain after my interest in it died, n no one was really interacting with the blog even though i tried which kinda made it even more depressing despite the so called success n popularity of the blog)

anyway on a less serious note, theres a lot of fun stuff u can do with the ask blog, like some ask blogs have really fancy tags that i really like n try to do but also like not really HAHAHAHA. i kinda just channel what i want to see in an ask blog into my own ask blogs (good art is one, i try very hard for it to be good :,DD another is characterization, n others is just extra miscellaneous arts n stuffs like au ideas or memes. these are also somethings u could work on during ask box downtimes perhaps)

uhhh another side thing is like a posting schedule i guess? like ppl would be more likely to interact (i think) if ur blog is relatively active, n this is usually determined by the last post u made (i think XD). but like generally for blog maintenence id say try to kinda find a frequency that ur comfortable with?? cos i know my once a day posting is kinda insane if i wasnt so hyperfixated on all of this n fight the urge to dump all ur replies when u finish them XD (though ive seen some blogs do that n they do it pretty frequently so its pretty nice to know once u see their post u can spend some time going through the latest batch of posts XD) the queue function is pretty useful here even though i truthfully have never really used it, i kinda just post from my drafts really but it also helps to space out ur content to seem somewhat active especially when u dont have the time to be working on replies sometimes. i hope u know what im trying to say here aha

ANYWAY that was like my 1.5 cents cos i dont even think its worth 2 cents HAHAHAHAH these are just my thoughts from running all my blogs up till now, some that are still running n the others that have just died a natural death. i wouldnt actually delete them (theyre still around actually XD) cos theyre kinda like archives n i can look back at what i did last time. cos ngl i made some high quality stuff back then, n i dont even know how i managed to do that aldhflhdsgk. also ppl do look at archive blogs every now n then for the content thats there yknow

BUT YES anyway if u do decide to join the idv ask blogs hmu, ill be sure to give u a lil shoutout here. winks

#its me the mun #unconcerned ramblings #i know ive said that there are a lot of new blogs popping up #but uhhh i dont really dare to interact with them #considering they kinda did come in just when shit had hit the fan n idk i might have been known as The Problematic Blog tm #so i understand if ppl dont want to interact with me n im fine with it. so for now i wont be initiating anything #like dropping asks into inboxes unless i know the mun n theyre comfortable with me doing this #i will interact with everyone who drops by my inbox tho!!#i also tend to get to replies for other blogs faster than general replies cos i feel bad if i kept the other person waiting for too long #I DO forget about rp replies sometimes tho. sometimes #i try my best to get to every one of them tho. even when im kinda busy this period aha #also starting off is actually easy. its about maintaining thats difficult i feel #which is also why i havent done up a genshin ask blog yet HAHAHAHAHA #i really hate to give up on something ive already started when it comes to art projects so

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suntory-toki-senpai · 5 years ago

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Eyes on Fire | Chapter 2

The next morning, I woke up earlier than dawn and couldn’t go back to sleep. I decided it might be a good idea to clean the Tavern and get an early start on the marketplace. I put on some older, worn clothes underneath my good red and black hooded robe to ensure they wouldn’t get dirty while cleaning. An old sleeveless black top and worn red loose pants. I packed a bag with food and another set of clothes for later to open the Tavern. I crept by my grandfather and brother’s rooms as quietly as I could before sneaking out the door.

The walks to and from the Tavern were my favorite, especially since was so quiet and peaceful that early morning. Most mornings people wave and greet one another, but no one was outside yet today. I kept glancing over my shoulder to look at the sea. It looked so serene and picturesque in dim morning light. I always found it ironic that the nation built on the element of fire was surrounded by water. It has always reminded me that while fire brings life and energy, water also brings refreshment and life. All the daydreaming caused me to not pay close attention to what was in front of me and as I turned the corner to the street corner where the Tavern was, I bumped into someone.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I turned the corner too quickly and didn’t see you!” I shouted and immediately went down for an apologetic bow.

“It’s alright. I should be more watchful of corners,” the familiar voice replied. I pulled myself up from bowing to see the Hooded Man had returned to the Tavern.

“Oh, it’s you again,” I responded. “I wanted to thank you for helping me get rid of those drunken fools last night.”

“You are welcome. It’s a pity to see men in uniform acting so pitiful in public.”

“I’m sure the Fire Lord wouldn’t be pleased to see such a spectacle.”

“No, he wouldn’t,” the Hooded Man said softly as he turned to walk away

“Hey, don’t go!” I exclaimed and grabbed his arm. “Let me get you a cup of green tea, on the house as a ‘thank you.’”

“Ah, that’s not necessary. It was nothing.”

“Please, it’ll just be a few minutes. It’s the least I can do.”

“Okay,” the Hooded Man sighed.

“Great!”

I quickly unlocked the door to the Tavern and offered him a seat behind the bar next to my usual spot. I grabbed the supplies for tea from the back and set them up on the behind the bar counter. When I got the kettle ready for tea, I made sure not to bend the water into it this time, instead opting to fill it from a nearby tin cup.

“No bending today?” he questioned.

“Where did you get such a silly idea,” I laughed.

“I saw you do it.”

“How do you take your morning tea? Strong?” I asked. I scraped the old wood from the stove into a bucket to throw it away and placed fresh wood in the stove, snapping my fingers once again to ignite the flame.

“What is it about water bending that makes you want to hide? Being a dual bender is rare…and…cool,” the Hooded Man pressed.

“What makes you think I’m okay discussing that with a stranger?” I snapped.

The Hooded Man paused for a moment. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s mostly family stuff, I’m not sure you would understand,” I responded.

“I would actually, but you aren’t obligated to tell me anything personal. We are just getting acquainted.”

“Speaking of acquainted,” I said as I measured out the green tea leaves and placed them in the metal strainer of the teapot, “you haven’t told me your name yet.”

“I, uh,” he stammered out.

“Unless you don’t have one,” I replied coyly. “Is that why you wear the hood? So, no one will talk to you: The Nameless Hooded Man?”

I could see a smirk beginning to form on the lower half of the Hooded Man’s face. He moved his hands up to his hood and swiftly pulled it back off his head. His face was in my periphery as I began to pour the hot water into the teapot to steep it. As I turned to grab the yunomi I caught the Hooded Man’s face. A panicked cry escaped my lips as I put together who was in front of me and I immediately flew to the ground in a kneeled bow.

“Fire Lord Zuko!” I cried from the floor, “I am so sorry. I meant no disrespect to you hiding your identity. I had no idea.”

“It’s okay,” the young Fire Lord responded, “please get up.” He got off his chair to help me to my feet. As I grabbed his outstretched hand and stood up, I came face to face with the scar that once marked him as the Banished Prince. It was different from the paintings and posters because the ink cannot convey the depth of the creases and folds of the burn. And the paintings definitely left out the way his golden eyes gleamed over the swollen redness. His eyes had a still beauty despite the horrifying scar.

“Oh, the tea,” I snapped out of the trance and turned towards teapot to check on the tea. My hands trembled as I checked the color of the tea for doneness. It needed a bit longer.

“I’m sorry, but the tea isn’t done yet, my Lord.”

“You don’t need to be so formal…I’m still not used to people being so stiff when they see me,” he replied.

I looked down at the ground and stared at the leather greaves that covered his feet and legs. They looked worn.

“Where did you come up with the name of your shop?” the Fire Lord asked.

“This shop was opened by my grandfather a long time ago. He was working in the refinery as a supervisor at the time and would always bring tea to his coworkers. He also gave them plum wine and sake as gifts for weddings and the birth of a new child. He named the shop after my grandmother who wandered around the Four Nations before settling down with my grandfather,” I replied.

“Wow, that is a very interesting history.”

“Thank you, my family has a wild backstory.”

“Where is your grandmother now?”

“She’s passed away, sadly,” I said meekly.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” he responded.

“It’s okay. Her spirit is free to travel the Four Nations once again. At least, that’s what my grandfather likes to say. I still do miss her a lot.”

“That is a comforting thought.”

I turned around to check the tea once again and saw it was ready to be served. I brought the cups over to the bar and shakily served the Fire Lord and myself tea.

“You never told me your name,” he said.

“Oh, Sayuri.”

“Sayuri,” he repeated, “pretty.”

“Thank you.”

I glanced over to the window by the door to see the light begin to brighten over the mountains.

“It’s almost daybreak,” I commented. “Have you been out all night?”

“Sort of. I threw those guards in front of their commanders’ homes to have them dealt with accordingly. I should get back to the palace soon though.”

A knock at the door interrupted the conversation. I slid off my chair from behind the bar and answered it.

“Hey, I need money to pay the plum guy. He got an order in early so I’m going with Pop to pick it up this morning. I figured you were here early,” Tatsuo said. I turned around to find Fire Lord Zuko gone with his tea still hot in the place where he left it.

“Ugh, fine. Just make sure to get both orders. I ordered more rice, too. I was going to go to the market today to get it,” I responded. I walked over to the small chest we keep under the bar. I took the key from under the bar, opened the chest, and handed Tatsuo a few silver pieces.

“Who’s the tea for?” Tatsuo asked. A wave of panic washed through me as a thought of an excuse.

“I, uh, saw a traveler on my way in that I wanted to give a hot drink to,” I responded.

“I didn’t see anyone wandering around on my way in.”

“Maybe your face scared him off,” I shot back.

“Whatever,” he rolled his eyes in response, “did you have anything else you wanted me to pick up from the market?”

“No, just the rice. Thank you.”

“Uh-huh,” Tatsuo replied as he wandered out the door.

I shut and latched the door behind my brother and sighed a sigh of relief.

“I guess he left,” I said out loud. I wandered back behind the bar to the back of the Tavern to grab scrubbers and buckets to clean the store. As soon as I turned the corner a dark figure moved, and I yelled out in surprise and shot a fire jab in the direction of the figure. He quickly blocked it. It was Fire Lord Zuko.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you snuck out the window,” I said.

“No, I would just rather not have an audience,” he responded. “I should get going back to the palace.”

“Oh,” I responded flatly.

“Thank you for the tea, I’m sorry I didn’t get to stay longer to enjoy it.”

“That’s okay. I understand”

The Fire Lord turned to go out the front door.

“Hey,” I said “if you need a place to be alone, you’re welcome here. I promise I’ll leave you alone and you can drink as much tea as you want.”

He turned back to look at me and shot a sweet, small smile. “Thank you, I’ll remember that. Goodbye, Sayuri.”

He pulled his hood back over his head and walked out the front door of the tavern.

“I hope I see you again,” I mumbled quietly.

author’s note: thank you for the likes and reblogs so far! I’m halfway through chapter 3 now, I would like to be a chapter ahead so there’s not much wait time! thank you thank you!

tags: @imagine-yourself-happy

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #prince zuko #fire lord zuko #eyes on fire | after the war #zuko x reader #zuko x oc

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kessielrg · 3 years ago

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Comeback Kid: Part 2

Summary: More third person additions to the chaos rp that @chibi-mushroom and @animacreates are doing.This time, Sabrina has spontaneously decided to break up with Ventus after what could amount to a nervous breakdown. In the aftermath, she is forced to take all her vacation time and become reacquainted with one of her favorite hobbies. But is it enough to get over Ven, or will the memory of him be too much to ignore?

Rating: K+

Word Count: 2,398

Part: 1 | 2 | 3

If you liked this story, please reblog!

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One of these days, Sabrina was going to have to ask Brain what the name of his cologne was. In the same breath, she needed to harass him on how much he used on a normal day. The cinnamon scent lingered on the still dryer warm t-shirt she had stolen. It was comforting. For once in her life, she was glad not to be surround by her purple obsession. The scent of lavender may be calming, but at the moment all it was going to do was remind her of the apartment.

And of Ventus.

Good thing Brain wasn't as vain as she was- the only mirror he really had was in the bathroom, attached to the medicine cabinet. If Sabrina had a full body mirror right now, she would have admired just all the ways she could have made Ven jealous. Brain's shirt didn't fall very low on her, but the old leggings she found were enough to cause a direct gaze to her butt. She was almost confident with herself again. Almost. Purposely being alluring to someone didn't mean the same if you didn't actually have someone to allure.

Sabrina grimaced to herself in the mirror, fluffing her hair a bit for something to do. She couldn't look herself in the eye. The last time she looked at herself in a mirror was when she skipped out on Ven. It's only been a day, and it still made her flinch. She had to leave the bathroom before she started to panic again. She went to the living room to find Brain sitting on his couch. The TV showing off some livestream on how to jailbreak a certain console. Sabrina walked up and placed her arms on the back of the couch.

“Could you hold off on being a blatant nerd? You're not even paying attention to it.”

Brain laughing, craning his neck to look up at her. “My house, my rules.” he told her. Then he got a good look at what she was wearing, and laughed. “And here I thought I was done with girls stealing my shirts.”

Sabrina let out a loud, incredibly fake gasp. “You had a sex life? Wow!”

“I could have told you about her if you had just asked. We dated for about a year. Not that I think I would have let you two share a room- you'd scare her.”

“I scare a lot of people. It's not even a challenge anymore.” Sabrina smirked. She moved around to sit next to him. Once she was comfortably sitting, she then asked, “So she was a good one?”

“Very good.” Brain agreed with a wide, incredibly fond, grin. Sabrina immediately recognized it as a grin of true love and scoffed.

“Oh shush, you.” her brother teased, forcing her to lay her head on his chest. She struggled for a moment out of annoyance. When she finally gave up, that was when Brain removed his hand from her head. Instead of sitting back up, though, she remained leaning on him. Brain did pick up the remote to change the TV setting so they could watch something on live broadcast. From there, the duo sat in a peaceful silence.

During the change between shows, Brain laid his head against Sabrin'as in thought.

“Hey Wabi-Sabi.” he mused. His voice was rather soft.

“Yeah?” she replied, her attention not leaving what was on the television.

“Do you remember, back before old Oz took us in, and we tried to spend a night out on the playground at Walt Memorial Park?”

Sabrina shifted a bit in her spot. Her face slightly darker than before as she asked, “Was that before or after the time we almost got caught by some officer around 2 AM?”

“You know what? I think it was that day.” Brain snorted. “But way before that, before the sun went down. Do you remember what we talked about?”

Admittedly, she had to close her eyes to try to remember. They nearly snapped open again as she realized, “It was about Mom, wasn't it? Why she left us.”

Brain gave her a solemn nod. “Not going to lie Sabi, I bluffed about a lot of that stuff. I wasn't there when Mom made the choice. I barely understood that she was the one who even made the choice to keep us together. Back then, I just assumed that they kept siblings together because who wouldn't? But I had to tell you something that night. You had just run away from another family. You were dead convinced that you couldn't be loved.''

“Why are you telling me this?”

“No reason,” he informed her with a grin. “Just thinkin' out loud, I guess.”

“Liar.” she spat, purposely using her elbow to poke at his side. Brain didn't refute the notion. If anything, he just laughed.

“So,” Brain then said, “What's your game plan for the next month? Oswald cashed in all that overtime and vacation pay you had. I can't see you just jogging between here and the old man's house everyday.”

“Shows what you know.” his sis huffed. “Just for that, I think I'm going to have you personally move all my stuff here.”

“What are you doing with the apartment, speaking of?” Brain asked.

“I don't know.” she admitted in a half grumble. “I'd let the lease run out, but that's still for another four months.”

“You really think you two will apologize between that time?”

Sabrina didn't answer. Instead, her face twisted into one of absolute disgust.

“Never said that.” she hissed.

“Sure, sure.” Brain laughed. “Just don't want you sitting at home with old Hollywood movies and ice cream, that's all.”

“Do you not know me at all?” Sabrina demanded, shoving him with enough force to make him move like a bobblehead for a moment. Brain's mirth did not let up. Sabrina gave her brother another disgusted grimace, but his words stuck with her.

Later on, while debating if she should clear her phone of certain numbers, Sabrina stopped scrolling through to see the name of her ex-boyfriend, Max. Max had been her first serious boyfriend, and they had managed to stay on good terms after the breakup. Sabrina made a single second choice, leading to her listening to the phone ring over as she waited for him to answer. She felt kinda dumb while waiting- was she really that self centered to think tha Max would have the time to even...

“Hey Max.” Sabrina greeted, almost in surprise, when he picked up the phone. “Yeah, I know it's been awhile. That's actually why I'm calling. You want to go to that little tea shop on Main Street tomorrow? I get it if you have other places to be since it's last minute...”

There was just one thing she could always count on in Max; he was patient when the situation called for it. Hearing him on the other end brought up a sense of relief she got from only a select few individuals.

“Thanks Max.” she sighed. “I just… need someone to talk to someone that isn't family. Yeah, I'm fine. Really. I'll tell you more later. Bye.”

Sabrina let out a long sigh. Well, that was one bandaid ripped off. Now to deal with the other; getting new clothes.

. . .

This island really was kinda small when you thought about it. She just hoped that no one Ventus knew would recognize her. Then again, the clothes she bought yesterday were darker colors meant to blend in with the crowd. If they managed to recognize her, hopefully she'd be long gone before they could flag her down. Seeing Max casually checking his phone outside the tea shop brought Sabrina a massive sigh of relief.

“Hey Max!” she shouted at him. He looked up and grinned at seeing her.

“Hey stranger.” he greeted with a grin. Once they were close enough they shared a rather heartfelt hug. “You wearing heels today? I knew you had legs for days, but I could've sworn you were shorter than this.”

“Nice try.” Sabrina smirked. She stood a bit taller over the fact that Max was several inches shorter than her. His height was perfect when they were dating- considering what he was nearly in direct eye line of. “You know I've never worn heels around you.”

“I used to be taller than you.” he jokingly pouted.

“Yeah,” she snorted. “For a whole summer.”

Max went into a laugh that was so light and joyful that Sabrina gave a small half smile. Bouncing more banter off each other, the duo headed on into the tea shop. Max found them a corner table near a back window.

“Anything look good?” Sabrina asked as they looked over the menu.

“Haven't had a tea party since I was swindled into one as a kid.” Max mused. “So I guess whatever you want to eat, and I'll take a cup of coffee.”

“How come you're only really adventurous when it comes to extreme sports?” Sabrina teased as she flagged down a waiter.

“Hey, if it's not broke, don't fix it.”

Sabrina just shook her head with a roll of her eyes.

“Welcome to Hightopp & Kingsleigh!” the server girl greeted. “May I recommend the earl grey this afternoon? Fresh from the pot!”

“No thanks.” Sabrina callously told her with a flick of her wrist. “We'll take a pot of peppermint rooibos, a baker's dozen of ladyfingers, and a single black coffee.”

“Sure thing!” the server girl agreed, writing it down on the notepad before heading to the back kitchen.

Sabrina and Max continued to have idle talks with themselves while they waited. There was no one else in this world that Sabrina could tolerate meaningless talks than with Max. They both said whatever was on their mind as it came. Thankfully, time away meant that they had plenty to reflect on. Unfortunately, it meant that at some point, current matters were going to be brought up as well.

She should have really asked to have a refill of hot water for the tea pot before even breathing Ventus's name.

“You just left him?!”

Sabrina groaned as she rubbed her temples. “Yeah...” she groaned. “His dad… I just hate his dad so much, Max. Then he started talking about marriage, and trying to convince Ven into whatever shady deal he's got going next, and it was just… Just…!” She looked up at Max to give a gesture of strangling an invisible neck, and it was enough to convey the message.

“All because your least favorite coworker was getting married as well?”

“And, like, everyone else around us! Ven's brother, two other guys from the station. How about we just chill for a hot second and realize that a ring isn't the only indicator of a good relationship?”

“You really should have gotten chamomile.” Max noted as he watched Sabrina take a rather long slip of her tea.

“Peppermint's better for stress.” she shot at him.

“If you say so,” Max replied, throwing his hands in the air to show innocence. Sabrina glared at him, but relented with a heavy sigh. Max looked her over. She had gone back to rubbing her temples and muttering rather unkind things under her breath. He had never really seen her in conflict before- or at least, this much conflict. Which meant he had to ask. Someone had to.

“Would things really change that much if you did marry him?”

Sabrina clung to the side of her head, her fingers clenching in her hair.

“No.” she finally admitted in a small grumble. “Just a different check box to fill when tax season comes around. It's the only excuse I can really think of. We're already living together, have at least one joint bank account because of it, and all that domestic bliss. We even have a chore chart, like a bunch of kids.”

“So what's holding you back?”

Sabrina grimaced -her teeth grinding- as her whole body tensed. Carefully, Max placed a hand on her arm. She looked up at him with the sole intention of smacking him away. But in seeing his sincere expression, she nearly started crying.

“Maxie,” she quietly told him “Is it bad I'd rather give him a kid than tie the knot?”

“Definitely unorthodox.” he mused with a solemn nod. “Maybe they feel like less of an obligation? You know the deal; some parents just drop their kids off to whoever, or just don't pay attention to them. Then they turn around and brag they're the best parents ever.”

“I can't do that to him.” she heavily sighed. “I just can't. And even then, I don't think I'm ready for a kid. Or any drama that happens during or after the pregnancy. Maybe when I'm 30? But doing so now just makes me sick.”

“Ah,” was all Max could say. He went into thought over this development. When a new idea came to him, he snapped his fingers as if he had solved a major mystery. “You said Oswald's making you take the next month off from work, right? Maybe it's time for a change.”

“Max,” Sabrina told him, even rather condescendingly placing a hand on top of his. “I am not going full Britney Spears and shaving my hair off. The mental breakdown was enough.”

“No,” he laughed, “Nothing like that. Look, you used to love dancing. Right? Roxanne is a teacher at the local dance studio. She mostly teaches the younger kids, but she's been itching for private lessons in her off time. Go take the edge off a bit. Do some pivots off the mirror, or spin around a lamppost for a hot second. Be that dramatic princess I know you are. Be yourself. I mean, it's not like Oswald's gonna let you head back into work right away anyway. Might as well make the most of it.”

“Next you'll be telling me that I should start writing a novel.”

“Well, I mean, if that's what you need...”

It hurt, but Sabrina forced herself to laugh. She looked up at Max and just smiled.

“I can't believe I know a lot of good guys.” she laughed, leaning over a bit to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. “Thanks Maxie.”

Max let out a shy little laugh as his face lit up a scarlet red.

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silver-wield · 5 years ago

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This is the person who sent the ask about an A stan saying her behavior was “woman empowerment”. Anyways apparently this stan is so arrogant that she thought you sent the ask to yourself instead of considering that hey! Someone who has a history with the kind of shit A pulls might’ve *actually* been made uncomfortable! I’m pissed and I’ve finally blocked her lol, but I just had to rant. Sorry. It was just pretty invalidating to the stuff I’ve been through. 🌼1/2

Apparently A’s behavior wasn’t overt enough for them to classify it as bad. *Apparently* Cloud has to have been “chased down on chocobo back by A” in order for him to be put in a bad situation 🙄. Wish I could come off anon just to prove her wrong, but now I’m kinda intimidated by that part of the fandom. Sorry you’ve got to take the fall :(. I just wanted somewhere to get it off of my chest. Thanks for the response to my last ask anyway :) Sorry again 🌼2/2

Sorry I just can’t get over this. C has *blatantly* said no to her multiple times. As in outright “no”. His body language has been obviously uncomfortable every time she’s broken his boundaries, and he’s expressed on many occasions that he just wants to get home already. I’m not a cloti or a celerith, and frankly idk why she assumes that it’s rabid shipping making ppl think this when it’s literally in the game! *multiple* ppl were bothered by A in that chapter. It was disturbing behavior! 🌼3/2

I really am sorry to bother you. Especially since now she’s got ppl thinking you sent the ask to yourself. It was just like, an actual problem for me?? And she just seems to sweep it under the rug. It felt really bad. Thanks in advance for answering these asks, if you do :) 🌼4/2

Yeah, OK, like I'd waste time sending myself all these asks that use totally different vocab, emoji styles, focus on different topics and bring up stuff I'm not even aware of happening on twitter because I don't use it.

Yup, I'm surely writing these to myself that I then have to edit when I reply as there's still parts being sent to me. How tf does that work anyway? Am I typing on 2 computers at once? Switching accounts mid sentence?

But, yeah, sure this dumdum must be right because I got nothing better to do than waste hours composing messages and then answering them.

Good for you for blocking them! It's what I do most of the time. I get so many stupid messages or some idiot will reblog me and pull that typical passive aggressive "oh but maybe I misunderstood" bullshit like they're fucking twelve 🙄

I'm not gonna assume other people's experiences, but yeah, I'd say the ones who were upset by it have some kind of experience with it to know how bad that part of the game is. It's within the rating guidelines, and I guess they couldn't very well warn people beforehand they might find it upsetting because the game is full of mature themes put across in a rating friendly way, so it's up to us to process it, and if not there's chapter skipping anyway, so people can avoid it if it's really bad for them.

There's seriously something wrong with people who thought false imprisonment and stalking was cute.

Cloud literally said no.

No.

That is a statement. He isn't obligated to add why but because he's a good guy - not abusive - he tries anyway and still gets ignored!

Cloud. Said. No.

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A Different Kind of Therapy: 2

When the strains of life, broken relationships, an angry boss, and other stresses get a bit too much to bear, you seek a very particular kind of treatment.

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Saturday morning drags by. You spend the day in the house, drinking cup after cup of mint tea to calm yourself down. Charlie thankfully has a gaming thing at a friend’s house and is still gone when you’re getting ready. You have no idea what to wear, and eventually settle for a long flowing skirt, flats, and a tight-fitting tee shirt.

The drive to Sam’s office is long; you leave in the middle of rush hour and constantly check the clock, terrified of being even one minute late. Thankfully, there’s a free parking lot in front of the office, and you pull into the space furthest from the street before getting out of the car and steadying yourself.

There’s only three chairs in the office. Behind the counter, a petite brunette woman is typing into her computer. The name RUBY glares up at you from a gold-plated nametag. She glances up when you enter.

“Y/N?” she asks.

“Yeah,” you clear your throat and watch anxiously as she slides a clipboard and a pen over the marble counter.

“You’re right on time,” she smiles warmly, “there’s a few forms for you to sign. You can have a seat, there’s water, tea, and coffee if you want to help yourself.”

You nod your thanks and retreat to the corner chair to fill out the forms. There’s multiple questions about your medical and psychological history which quickly extend to past relationships, levels of sexual activity, and more.

When the forms are filled out, you hand the clipboard back and return to your seat while she scans your information into the computer. As soon as she’s done, she presses a button on her intercom.

A few seconds later, you hear a door down the hall open, and then Sam’s standing in the doorway, dressed in a white button-down and black slacks. His sleeves are rolled up over his forearms, and you fight to keep your attention on his face instead of the powerful muscle.

“Y/N,” he beckons for you to follow him and lets you pass by him into the hallway, “how’s your day been?”

“Good,” you reply meekly, arms crossing over your stomach as he leads you down into his private office space. “Yours?”

“Long, but good.” He closes the door behind you and motions you to sit on a brown leather couch. The office is sparsely furnished, only a mahogany desk, couch, and armchair. You sit up straight as he lowers himself into the armchair. “So,” he begins, “I usually do a preliminary interview with new clients. Are you comfortable answering anything I ask you or do you prefer having limits? Everything here is confidential.”

“Um…” you pushed a lock of hair behind your ear, “yeah, I can answer anything.”

“Good.” He smiles warmly and settles back, fingers pressed together in his lap. “So, how did you find me?”

“My friend has a friend who recommended you,” you reply, “I looked you up, found your website, watched one of your TED talks.”

He chuckles lightly. “So you know what I do… that being said, are you looking for regular therapy, or the more focused therapy I provide?”

“Um…” a twinge of nervousness stops your voice in your throat, “I-I guess… focused.”

He frowns when he hears your voice growing tight and leans forward. “I’m not here to judge you,” he explains softly, “I’m here to listen and give you what you need in order to help you. If you want to just talk, we can make appointments to talk, but I want to hear what’s going on in your life and help you figure out if you need special care.”

“I know,” you say, “I just… I’ve never really been open about this sort of thing.”

“Completely understandable.” He offers a reassuring smile. “Are you handling any sort of trauma or fears?”

“Well, uh, my boyfriend broke up with me six months ago. We were together for three years… it was just really sudden and I wasn’t expecting it at all.” You swallow thickly. “It’s stopping me from… y’know, finding other men.”

“Ah.” Sam licks his lower lip. “Is there anything else?”

You shrug. “My job… I’m a secretary for the CEO of a bank and we’re going through a huge merger. He’s always been an asshole, but this whole month he’s just… he gets angry easily and I have issues with men being angry, so…”

“So you’ve been having anxiety?”

“Yeah. Pretty bad.” You swallow. “I’ve been having attacks, and I have to take a lot of melatonin to fall asleep.”

He nods understandingly. “Do you have nightmares?”

“Not really… I just get sad.” You shift on the couch and take a steady breath. “My roommate says I need a pick-me-up, but I just don’t have the time or energy to…”

“Masturbate?” he suggests. When you nod, he clasps his hands. “From what you’re telling me, I think it might be smart to continue with the sexually-focused therapy, if you’re comfortable with that.”

Your cheeks flush. “What exactly is it like? I know you have stuff on your website, but I really wanna talk in person about it.”

“It’s no problem. I like it when clients ask me questions.” He smiles and sits back in his chair. “I like to focus on all aspects of female pleasure, starting with pressure points and external stimulation before anything else. I do appointments both here or at my client’s houses for a small fee, if they wish.”

“Okay.” Your breath hitches in your throat at the soft husk of his voice. “Do I have to… is it mutual?”

“I don’t engage in full intercourse, and I don’t allow my clients to service me,” he replies, “all I require is a clean STD test from a doctor. If you’ve had one within the last six months I just need is a copy of the results and I’ll provide one to you in return.”

You nod. “I got one after my boyfriend left.”

“Good.” He leans back in his chair. “I only work with complete consent. I go as far as you allow me to and if you feel uncomfortable at any time, I’ll stop.”

“Okay.” You nod shortly. “Do we start n-now, or…?”

He shakes his head. “No. I want to have another session of regular therapy before we confirm an appointment to start using more sexual methods.”

You blush. "Okay… not sure I’m ready for that, anyway.”

He smiles. “Perfectly all right. Now,” he reaches for a pen and a pad of notepaper, “let’s talk about you.”

***

“Oh my God, you’re seeing him!?”

Charlie’s practically shaking with excitement. You’ve come home from your appointment to find her curled up on the couch with a bowl of ramen, and her constant pressing for where you’d been has resulted in you telling her about you therapy appointment with Sam.

“Yeah,” you shrug, “I have an appointment next week.”

“Ooh…!” Charlie claps her hands when you blush, “are you gettin’ right to it, or…?”

You shake your head. “No, not yet. He said that I need to have another session so we can really talk.”

Charlie grins. “Girl, you’re gonna have to tell me all about it.”

“I will.” You can’t stop the giggle that leaves your lips. “I’m gonna take a shower and call it early.”

“Sure.” Charlie eyes you suspiciously. “Was he that hot?”

“Shush,” you shake your finger at her as you turn away, “I’m not there yet, Charlie.”

She giggles. “From what I’ve heard, you will be soon.”

***

Your next appointment with Sam is scheduled for a week later. You feel more comfortable now, having opened up to him during your first appointment about your relationship with Caleb, how you’d come to work as a secretary, and how the aggression from your boss combined with the stress of being alone while all your friends are happily in committed relationships is dragging you down.

This next appointment is much easier, and Sam lets you talk more about your sexual experiences. You’d had a boyfriend in college, and then only Caleb, who loved you and was an amazing man, but in the bedroom he had little to offer other than standard sex. Oral, if he was feeling up to it, and then a half hour of passionate lovemaking three times a week. Nothing spectacular, but it kept you satisfied.

When he asks you what you want sexually, you’re lost. You’ve never taken into account what you most desire intimately.

“I just want to feel like I have someone who can give me what I ask for without asking questions,” you answer, lifting your shoulders in a soft shrug. “It’s just… it’s just hard to find a man who’s willing to do that.”

Sam nods, watching your eyes flicker to the ground. “There are more men out there who are willing to do that than you think. The trick is finding the one you’re most compatible with.” He checks the time and stands up, signaling the end of your session.

“Same time next week?” you ask, rising with him and slinging your purse over your shoulder.

“Of course,” he smiles and walks you to the door. “I’ll see you soon, Y/N.”

You blush heavily when he leans against the door, smiling down at you. “Okay.”

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the-fixation-zone · 4 years ago

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The 5th chapter of The Boys Crack Open a Cold One and It’s an Underground Crime Organization is upon us! As usual, my co-writer (and the creator of all the art) is @queenspinoodle ! Give us some comments/likes/reblogs/let us know what you want to see next! :)

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Chapter 5

A couple days later, Sock and Zucchini sit in Sock’s tent, figuring out their next move. In front of them are Wanted posters they had collected from throughout the city. Zucchini studies them, not sure what he’s looking for but knowing he doesn’t want to run into another Fanned Fiend situation. Not only would it likely upset Sock, but it’d end up a complete waste of time. If he’s going to pick a criminal to go after he wants to make sure there’s no gray area.

Some crimes on the poster stand out to him, such as murder and high treason, but he finds himself overthinking even those. “How are we going to pick which one to go after, Sock?”

Sock examines a couple of posters. "A few of these are definitely local criminals. We have a much better chance of actually catching them since they’re nearby." He sets aside most of the worst criminals. "These are national criminals, there's a very low chance that we'll encounter them here out of all places."

“Gotcha.” Zucchini studies the local ones. “Any of these stick out to you?” He’s trying to tread carefully now, not wanting to upset the delicate balance they’ve struck after their last fight.

Sock picks up a poster after a few moments of silence. "Someone's been vandalizing buildings downtown."

“Huh.” Zucchini tries to remember if he’d seen any vandalism while they were in town, but he’d been distracted by how many people were out to notice. “Doesn’t look like it says anything about what the messages say. Maybe we should check it out, see if there’s any clues downtown?”

Sock tucks the poster away and gathers up the rest of the posters to stuff them under his cot. "Maybe."

Zucchini frowns. “Maybe? What do you think we should do?”

"I've got an idea. We do need to go downtown, though." Sock moves to leave the tent.

Zucchini’s eyebrows go up. “Okay…you gonna fill me in on this idea of yours?”

Sock turns around from where he was by the tent flap. "Oh! Um, I was going to go downtown and ask what's happened, acting like I don’t know what's been going on. Someone who lives on that side of town would probably know each place that was struck, and how. It’s just quicker to do it that way."

Sock puts a hand to the back of his neck, having not expected to have to say his plan out loud. Now that he has, he feels...awkward. What if Zucchini doesn’t like it? He probably won’t, outside of his head it sounds pretty stupid actually, Zucchini will probably be saying so right about now...

But Zucchini hums, thinking about it. “It may be quicker, but we might also sound like cops. I think you’re right that we should ask around, but maybe we should hunt for some of the graffiti first so we can tailor our questions.”

"Hmm…maybe…" Sock shakes off his surprise at Zucchini’s positive response and looks around his tent, his eyes landing on his costume. He grins.

"Nobody would suspect a circus worker is investigating a crime… And us not being local would give us a reason to be interested in the 'art'"

“That’s not a bad idea...maybe we can tell the people we’re asking that we admire the art, and want to commission the artist for a circus project.” Zucchini looks a little more into the idea. “This just might work. I still say we find at least one piece of graffiti before we approach anyone, just so we know what we’re talking about.”

Sock claps excitedly. "This is perfect! You’re a genius!"

Zucchini blushes. “I mean, I guess. It was mostly your idea. Let’s just go. I have to pass through my tent first, for my costume.”

"Of course." Sock and Zucchini stand there for a few moments before Sock says, "...Are you gonna stay here while I change?"

“Wha--oh. Oh, oh man, no! I’ll just--I’ll just get my costume now and, uh, meet you back here after I’ve changed?” Zucchini starts backing out of the tent, trying not to trip over his own feet.

Sock laughs to himself at Zucchini’s reaction, but also feels a little offended. That was a little bit of an extreme reaction. Sock isn't that bad looking! ...he doesn't think so, at least. He quickly changes into his show costume and exits his tent to wait for Zucchini.

Zucchini leaves the tent feeling flustered. Spirits, that was awkward! He hadn’t even thought about Sock’s needing to change, he’d just...stood there. Like a doofus. He tries not to think about it as he heads to his tent, focusing more on the mission ahead.

When he gets there, he quickly changes into his circus costume. He feels like something is missing when he doesn’t take his daggers (daggers that he had now asked permission for, if anyone asked, though he had gotten an odd look when he had) but he knows he shouldn’t take them. This is a scouting mission, nothing more. He’d look odd holstering weapons while asking around town. He puts aside his discomfort and heads back to Sock’s tent, waving when he sees him.

"Are you ready to go?"

Zucchini takes a deep breath. “Yeah, let’s do this.”

They start to leave, but before they take more than a few steps they hear, "Hey! Where are you two going in costume?" Sock sighs and turns around to see his sister, Katt, walking over to them.

"We're going downtown to advertise," he tells her.

Zucchini’s eyes go wide when he sees Katt but he decides to leave the talking to Sock. He knows his sister best.

Katt crosses her arms. "Why would Piandao pick you two to do it? You can't even be in the same room together!"

Zucchini shares a look with Sock, then looks away. While what Katt said would have been true even a week ago, now…

Sock knows he can't tell Katt that they had been getting along somewhat without revealing their secret. He knows what's going to come next…

"I'm coming with you."

“What?” Zucchini blurts out before he can think. He cringes but doesn’t take it back. She can’t come with them! This is...they’re...she can’t! He looks to Sock. Though this is only recon, she’ll likely want to come for the capture as well. He knows Sock would never forgive himself if anything happened to Katt.

"You got a problem with that?" Katt says, getting up in Zucchini’s face.

Zucchini frowns, annoyed now. “And if I do?” He hadn’t wanted to get involved but, here he is, involved. She hadn’t needed to try to threaten him, though. What was her problem?

"Then you'll just have to suck it up, because I'm coming. Right, Sock?" Katt looks over to Sock. He knows that she is expecting him to want her to come with them because from her point of view, she is supporting Sock.

Sock considers what to do. He wouldn't be able to convince Katt not to come, he knows from experience. They can make this work, though, if they really committed to the act. That decided, he says, "Yeah, you should come."

Zucchini’s eyes widen, looking away from Katt to stare at Sock. “Seriously?! You’re sure about this?” His shock melts to concern as he looks at his companion. “Think about it, Sock.”

Sock gives Zucchini a look as if to say, You’re being really suspicious right now, shut up and aloud says, "I thought about it. You just don’t want to be outnumbered."

Katt looks happy to have won. "I'll go change, be right back." With that she runs to her tent.

Zucchini sighs, then shrugs. “Fine, whatever.” When Katt is gone, he looks at Sock. “You know she’s going to want to go with us to catch the graffiti artist, right? Or are we changing plans now?”

"If I know my sister, we should be able to get her off our case if we let her tell what we learn to a guard. If she thinks she's already done something helpful, she won't try to catch them herself."

“If you say so.” Zucchini shrugs again, looking towards where Katt had run off, awaiting her return.

Katt comes back in her costume, similar to Sock’s but more feminine. "Ready?" Sock asks.

"Mhm,” she replies. “Let's go."

Zucchini follows behind Sock and Katt as they head into the downtown area. He keeps his eyes peeled for any signs of graffiti on the buildings, though something tells him they may be more hidden. His eyes scan, trying to peer down alleyways. After a few minutes, he’s finally rewarded.

“Hey, Sock. I think I found something,” Zucchini says. Without waiting for Sock’s response, he turns down an alley and looks up at the left wall. And lets out a soft gasp. “Sock...Sock come look at this.”

"Yeah, just call Sock, it's not like I'm here too," Katt says. She and Sock follow Zucchini down the alley.

Zucchini ignores her. Instead, he points to the giant flower adorning the alley’s wall. It’s blue, like a periwinkle, and the petals are open wide. The lines creating it are a blend of pinks and other shades of blue and grey. He feels as though if he were to reach out he could feel the petals’ softness. “This is worth a Wanted poster?”

"A Wanted poster?" Katt asks. Sock mentally facepalms. But on Zucchini’s end, it’s like

Zucchini can’t hear her at all. He hums a response to whatever she’d said and gets closer to the flower.

“Sock,” Zucchini whispers without turning his head.

"He must have seen a Wanted poster for a graffiti artist earlier," Sock says, trying to keep Katt from getting suspicious. What is Zucchini doing? Is he trying to blow their cover?

“Hm? Oh, yeah, saw one on the walk over and wanted to see what the fuss was about. This doesn’t seem all that bad to me…” Zucchini frowns, realizing he is a millimeter away from exposing their plans to Katt. He shakes himself to clear his thoughts. “Well, now I know. We can go back to advertising, sorry for dragging us off course, guys.” He gives Katt a strained smile.

"This is vandalism!" Katt says. "They can’t just paint on buildings they don't own!"

"You’re right! Maybe we should go ask people about it, see if we can get any information," Sock says, trying to steer the conversation in the direction of their original plan.

But Zucchini frowns at them both. “What are you talking about? This is a work of art! Where I’m from, people would pay to have this on their building! It isn’t hurting anyone.” It had just been a ploy for them to get information earlier, but now Zucchini is honestly thinking about finding this person and commissioning them. Their detail work is flawless.

"What do you mean 'it's not hurting anyone'? How would you feel if someone painted over your tent without your permission?" Katt says, clearly angry by Zucchini seemingly agreeing with a criminal.

Zucchini’s frown deepens. “I literally just told you. If it was this good, I’d insist on paying them. If it was shit, I’d paint over it. It’s just cloth, Katt. No one’s ever died from having a bit of paint on their property.”

"No one's ever died from having something stolen from them either! Do you support that?" Katt is basically yelling now. Sock purses his lips and looks to the side, wishing Zucchini would just drop it. He knows there’s no saving this conversation now.

Zucchini cuts a quick look over to Sock, then back to Katt. “In the right circumstances, yeah. I might.”

"Well, then you're just as bad as them!" Katt grabs Sock’s arm. "Come on, let’s go. This jerk can advertise by himself."

Zucchini pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger and mutters, “Pretty hypocritical, if you ask me.” Louder, he says, “Fine, go. See if I care, Katt.” The way he says Katt is like the name is poison.

Katt huffs and starts to walk away. Sock sighs. Of course this happened. He looks at Zucchini, frowning deeply.

"We need to talk about this later," he says, his tone frustrated, before he follows Katt back to the circus.

#the boys crack open a cold one and it's an underground crime organization #zukka #zukka au #atla #atla au #fanfic #sokka #zuko #katara #fix writes with friends #circus au #zukka circus au

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aproblematicpanda · 5 years ago

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2, 3, 12!

Hi Tee! ♥ First let me just say: GREAT URL CHANGE. I FULLY SUPPORT IT AND I LIKE THE WAY YOU THINK.

2. Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP? To be quite honest I don’t really know what counts as “popular” so I’m just going to go ahead and name ships that I’ve seen people ship, whether they’re considered popular or not I’ll leave that up to you. Raven x Murphy is one that comes to mind. I don’t know if a lot of people still ship it, but I think it was gaining quite a bit of popularity in season 5 (I believe there even was a cut scene of Raven kissing his cheek but that could’ve been in season 4, honestly I’m such a terrible addition to this fandom, half the time I barely even know what I’m talking about). But I don’t see anything romantic there. If anything, I see Raven as sort of like Murphy’s big sister - she’ll tease him and call him names and he’ll give her a hard time but if it comes down to it, they have each other’s backs. So a sibling dynamic or just really great friends. There used to be a lot of bad blood between them and to be honest I’m still not entirely comfortable with Raven being best friends with the man who permanently wrecked her leg albeit not on purpose. But the show is terrible at addressing stuff like that so 99% of the time I just ignore it I guess? Anyway, I think they have an interesting dynamic and I always enjoy their scenes together, but never in a romantic way. Then, and Nicole is going to kill me for this but I’m going to say it anyway, there’s Octavia x Gabriel. Again, I don’t know if a *lot* of people ship it, but quite a few of them do and I don’t know, they just don’t do it for me I guess? I mean they’re both hot and they look amazing together, but in season 6 I feel like Gabriel only looked at her like she was a piece of a puzzle he was trying to solve, not a woman, and I just don’t get a shippy vibe when I look at them. That being said, I do think they make a good team and I could get on board with them having a great friendship. I just don’t see a romantic relationship blossoming there because honestly, this man will never look at any woman the way he looks at that damn anomaly. Also, I have not forgiven him for mentioning his friends in 7x07 and then only calling out “Echo! Hope! I’m sorry!” because Octavia should’ve gotten a mention there. Yeah, yeah, he spent five years with them but if I’m supposed to ship him with Octavia, then he should’ve said her name, too, and that’s that. And then obviously there’s BeIIamy x CIarke. At least I know for sure there’s a popular one LOL. I don’t ship them romantically, I never have. But I also don’t think they make a great BroTP, I’m just mentioning them in my reply so you’ll be absolutely positive that I don’t see any kind of TP whatsoever when I think about those two. Other than that I guess I’m pretty down with most canon romantic ships I guess? Wouldn’t have turned anyone into a BroTP instead, and I don’t think there are any (popular) ships left that I feel strongly about so here you go! 3. Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion? Oh my god, so many times. Usually it’s because they have a very, very *wrong* opinion about Octavia or because they ship B x C and reblog them far too often. In the past I would’ve replied to those wrong opinions or made anti-gif sets to prove my point about the ship I mentioned but then I grew up so nowadays I just unfollow (and when they tag their shit incorrectly I even block them when I feel like it - I also have two people who I blacklisted via XKit so their posts and edits won’t show up on my dash, I don’t want to block them because it’s not that they tag incorrectly and I do want to allow them to keep reblogging stuff I make because sometimes they do, it’s just that they have such terribly wrong views on Octavia and the gif sets they sometimes make make me want to throw my computer out the window so I figured it was best to just make sure I don’t see their stuff on my dash, *ever*). 12. Is there an unpopular arc that you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why? Ehh... This is a hard one, because I think sometimes fandom tends to disagree on what does or doesn’t count as an arc. But for the purpose of answering this question I’m going to go with Echo’s... I’m not going to call it “character development” because that makes it sound like she used to be a bad person and then she changed and that’s not what happened. She was never a bad person. Let’s call it Echo’s journey. She started off as an antagonist (which is why it bugs me so much when haters like to call her out on “trying to kill Octavia”: she was on the opposite side, of course she was going to do shit that the protagonists don’t like, that’s what happens when you’re on the opposing team, it’s called story-telling). There’s our group of “heroes” (god I hate it when the show calls them that) and then there was Echo, on the other side, siding with the people who wanted to harm “our heroes”. But then those people cast her out after she did everything she could think of to keep them safe (I’m not saying she did the right thing by cheating in the conclave but she did have noble intentions for doing what she did) and she had nobody anymore, until Spacekru took her in and her loyalties shifted from her former clan to Spacekru. We don’t have a lot of information about what went on on the Ark, but I like the little bits and pieces we did get. I like that it’s canon that she didn’t tell anyone much about herself, that she’s not an open book at all, that she’s closed off, distant, doesn’t let her true feelings surface because it makes her vulnerable and if there’s one thing she learned from life at a very young age, it’s that she can never appear vulnerable, ever. And I like that in season 6 and especially in season 7, she is forced to deal with what happens when she can no longer repress her feelings but instead has to let them out. Is she coping with them in a healthy way? No. Of course not. Not at all. But what did you expect from a woman who saw her parents die when she was just a little kid, who was forced to murder her best friend in self-defense and then use said friend’s name as her own and who was from then on trained and used as a (child) soldier to do someone else’s dirty work? Do you honestly expect someone who carries around that much trauma, who has this many wounds that she could never allow to heal, to deal with losing the man she loves in a healthy way? I think it’s fascination to see her wrestle with those feelings, feelings she can no longer repress or ignore, and I honest to god hope the show will allow her to work through that grief eventually without turning her back into the coldblooded woman she used to be or, god forbid, give her some kind of sacrificial death to "make up for all the bad shit she did”. Echo’s not a bad person, in fact, she’s a far better person than most of our “heroes”. Being able to do what needs to be done doesn’t make her evil, because most people on this show would be evil then. Echo is a severely traumatized young woman who hasn’t had a sense of home in decades and then, when she finally found it, when she finally learned to open up and let herself be soft and vulnerable again with her new found family, it was ripped away from her again. And I think that her journey is one of the most compelling ones of all characters because she goes through so much and yet here she is, ready to fuck shit up to get shit done. I can only hope she’ll get to soft epilogue she deserves, after a lifetime of being at war. Salty Ask List

#the 100 #echo kom azgeda #echo kom spacekru #not tagging anything else because i don't feel like that's necessary #let me know if i'm wrong about that #ask

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manggojooz · 5 years ago

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Pick A Side (Part 11)

pairing: Taehyung x reader

word count: 2,257

genre: university!au; angst; romance; a lil of thriller; a lil bit of fluff

warnings: slight references to voyeuristic behaviour; very mild swearing

taglist: @destiel1597 @mila271 @hopetookmysoul @ximaginx@honeyursosweet @coffeecupyoongs@bangtanbaesstuff@annoyingpessimist @betysotelo18 @okaysoplshelpme@igot7bangs @tahaing @mochi-and-co @somewhereinthestarss

comment: too much drama have been happening in real life that I kinda neglected my tumblr for a while. I’m super exhausted from all the other stuff going on in my life and I really want to keep writing. so, i guess all im trying to say is I hope you guys like this update. As always, please comment or reblog if you did like it! it helps me a lot <3

Haejoong sits in the empty stairwell, contemplating his next step. Hardly anyone ever takes these stairs, he is well aware. Like he said, he never truly intended you any harm but why did you have to dig your own grave?

He doesn’t understand why you wouldn’t support him like he had unconditionally supported you, wasn’t he your only friend at one time? All he wants is Jihyun’s happiness, and that happiness lies with him.

The pertinent question now is ‘how much does Kim Taehyung know?’ He shook his head as he reprimanded himself for being too rash with you. All he needed to do was continue to put up an act even if you were suspicious of him but he let his feelings get the better of him. He needs to come up with a way to keep you quiet. No, he needs to keep both you and Taehyung quiet.

At least he had the foresight to keep the screen of your phone unlocked ever since he stopped the voice recording. He taps the corner of the phone a few times on his palm before deciding to make his next move.

“Hey, I know this is sudden, but do you still have feelings for Jihyun?”, he sent a message using your phone to Taehyung.

It didn’t take more than two minutes for Taehyung to respond.

“Did something happen? This isn’t like you to suddenly ask this kind of thing out of nowhere...”

“I really need to know now...”, Haejoong continued talking to Taehyung, posing as you.

“Where are you? I’ll go find you”, Taehyung replies.

Haejoong was growing impatient, “If you avoid my question again then I’ll take it that you still have feelings for her... life is all about decisions, Taehyung, you can’t keep running away like this.”

And this time, Taehyung finally answered his question:

“I’m not running away! Why are you acting so weird?

I thought I made it clear that I broke up with her because I realised that I have always just treated her as a friend. And you were the one who broke up with me thinking I had feelings for her! I was just really confused at that time... and maybe a little angry too... when she asked me to think about dating her I just thought it might be better that way...

I made a mistake back then and I've already lost my best friend

You know that.

Where are you now? Let's meet and talk instead.”

Haejoong watched the messages trickle in one by one and his annoyance ballooned. Why is it always that the people who don’t deserve it are the ones who have it? After a few minutes of leaving Taehyung on ‘read’, a call eventually comes in from him.

Haejoong ignored the call at first, but Taehyung calls again. This time Haejoong decided to pick it up.

“Where are you? Why are you not replying me suddenly?”, Taehyung’s voice was full of anxiety.

“So, you never actually had any feelings for her?”, Haejoong proclaims into the phone immediately upon answering.

“Who the hel- wait... Im Haejoong? Is that you? Where is Y/N? Why are you picking up her phone?”, Taehyung fired his questions rapidly at Haejoong.

“I will tell you where she is. I don’t want to hurt her either-”, Haejoong’s voice was still mild and calm.

“What do you mean hurt her?! WHERE IS SHE?!”, Taehyung yells into the device on his end.

“She thinks that I was the one who uploaded those photos and videos of Jihyun, do you share the sentiment?”, Haejoong questions.

“You must be out of your mind, right? You know what... with what you are doing right now, I have no problem sharing that sentiment! Just freaking tell me where she is, you crazy bastard!!!”, Taehyung was no longer holding back his anger.

“Hey hey, calm down, she’s fine... for now... but the longer you drag this out, the harder it will be for her”, Haejoong was letting go of his act too, “I have a proposition...”

---

Your voice was hoarse by now. There was hardly any human traffic near this part of the school in the evening, and screaming from the rooftop seven floors above ground didn’t seem to help catch anyone’s attention. Due to all the banging on the wooden door, your frozen hands were starting to feel extremely sore as well.

You slumped onto the ground, leaning against the unmoving door, thinking of the worst that could happen. Desperation manifests in the tear drops that drips from your eyes.

The sky was getting darker, the air was getting chillier and you were getting increasingly despondent. You start to notice that your body was not generating enough heat to keep up with the icy exterior. Every muscle was shivering. You instinctively curled up and started to rub your hands while trying to tuck them inside your coat, close to your chest. You weren’t feeling your toes anymore and the fearfulness within slowly encroaches upon the tiny glimmers of hope you held onto.

When you heard the sound of footsteps getting closer, you thought you were hallucinating. But the stomping was indeed getting nearer and louder. You leaned close to the tiny crevice between the door and the frame, all the while not letting yourself get too expectant of the possibility that there was someone coming to you.

“Y/N!”, a voice suddenly bellows.

It sounds like Taehyung, but how could it be, you warned yourself not to get your hopes up high.

“Are you in there Y/N?!”, Taehyung’s shouts come barrelling through the roof door.

With whatever energy was left, you turned and started banging on the door again, weakly calling out, “Taehyung, is that you? Taehyung...”

“Y/N! Hold on...”, Taehyung gasps to hear your tiny voice through the door.

You hear him frantically trying to unlock the door and when the ice-cold slab finally bursts open you almost collapse onto the floor as you were resting your entire weight on it. Taehyung somehow manages to catch you and helps you into the warm interior before shutting the door again.

“Let’s get you to the hospital”, Taehyung was in a frenzy trying to remove his jacket to wrap you up in it.

“Haejoong, he...”, you tried to stand up but fell back down again.

“Let’s deal with it after we get you to a doctor, please...”, he pleaded while kneeling down in front of you so that you could plop yourself onto his back.

---

In the hospital ward, you continued to mumble about reporting Haejoong to the police and the student office, even when you were only half-conscious and hooked up to an IV drip. There were layers of blankets covering you with an electric heating mat right underneath your mattress.

The numbness slowly started to fade away and you could wriggle your toes and fingers again.

“It’s Haejoong, we have to tell them that it’s him”, you uttered to Taehyung who came into the tiny room with a glass of something that was smoking hot.

“I know, I know. But you have hypothermia, you need to stay here tonight for them to monitor you. Tomorrow, ok? Tomorrow we will go do that first thing in the morning. Now drink this up and rest”, he cooed at you.

You sit up to take the hot drink from his hands, finding it to be warm milk, but the action causes the blankets to fall off from you and you immediately shuddered slightly. Taehyung sits down on the side of the bed, slightly behind you and hugged you from behind, pulling the blankets up to cover at least your thighs.

His body felt so warm and comfortable, you couldn’t help but lean in to him, as you took tiny sips from the mug. He rubs his hands up and down your arms to keep you warm and rest his head and watched quietly as you finished the drink.

Once the cup was empty, he takes it from you and sets it down on the bedside table, then proceeds to quickly tuck you back into the blankets.

“I told the hospital staff what happened and that you are probably still shaken from the events, so they are letting me stay here with you tonight. So, don’t worry ok, I will be right outside”, Taehyung reassured.

But you weren’t just shaken. Even though you didn’t want to let it show, you were absolutely frightened. All the worst thoughts had run through your mind at least once and now that you were gaining consciousness again, the fear was rekindling.

“Can’t you stay here? Please? I'm... cold”, you grabbed on to his wrist as he was about to leave.

He felt your hand shaking, but it wasn’t as icy as before. He knows you must be scared but he decides to go along.

He sits down next to you on the bed again. This time you scoot over, allowing him more space, he leans back into the two pillows behind and lets you put your head on his arms. You wrapped your blankets around him too and snuggles into his chest, listening to that same soothing heartbeat.

“How did you know I was there just now?”, you whispered.

“How is that important now? You need to rest, ok?”, he didn't answer.

His other hand pats your back lightly to a slow beat, almost synchronising with the thumping in his chest and you start to drift off to sleep, knowing that for now you are safe with him.

---

The next morning you promptly requested to be discharged and you stomped out of the ward, Taehyung anxiously tailing behind you, nagging at you to walk slower. As you exited the hospital, you see him standing at the gates, the man who landed you in this plight.

You marched up to him, outraged and incensed. “You have the guts to show up here? What? Is it disappointing to see that I'm alive?!”, you asked through gritted teeth.

“Who do you think sent Kim Taehyung to save you?”, Haejoong was still leaning against the wall he had been waiting at the whole morning.

“Oh, so do you expect a thank you note, you were the one who locked me out you freaking bastard!”, you were raging by now.

He stood up straight again, causing Taehyung to jump in front of you, protecting you from him.

Haejoong scoffs a little, “I actually just came to check if you were alright. Like I said I don’t mean to harm you, I just need you guys to stay out of my business, ok?”, he says rather earnestly.

You couldn’t believe your ears and your eye roll was automatic. “That is very believable, yes... coming from the person who freaking chucked me on a rooftop in this weather. FYI, I nearly died, so this is my business. And Jihyun is our friend, so whatever you’ve been doing in your shady little backroom is very much our business as well!”, you yelled at him over Taehyung’s shoulders.

Haejoong’s expression looked queer, as though he was disappointed in you and was reluctant to do what he was going to do next.

“You didn't tell her?”, he directed his question at Taehyung.

“Fine, make me the bad guy”, he mutters before turning to you and balking, “Go, go and report me if you want to. I’ll take him down with me”, Haejoong taunts with his hands outstretched towards the road, hinting at something going on between Taehyung and him.

Why is he so unconcerned? You started hesitating for some reason, “What do you mean ‘take him down with you’? What did you do?”, you demanded at Haejoong.

“No, no, no, the question should be ‘what did he do?’”, Haejoong gestures towards Taehyung who is staring back at him with an intensity you have never seen before. “I’m really surprised you didn’t tell her... why? Is it some altruistic sacrificial mindset?”, Haejoong questioned Taehyung, starting to sound like he is having fun.

“Y/N, don’t bother about him. Let’s go”, Taehyung turns to you and tugs at your arms gently, leading you to walk away.

Haejoong shook his head and hits a button on his phone.

“All those photos and videos of Jihyun, you were the one who posted them?!”, the voice coming from the phone clearly sounded like Haejoong’s.

“Im Haejoong, turn it off. Now!”, Taehyung lunges at him and grabs his shirt.

Haejoong was unfazed and the audio kept playing. After a long pause you hear his voice, Taehyung’s voice.

“Right, it was me, are we done now?!”

“Why did you do it, you crazy bastard?!”, Haejoong shouted in the recording, “Is it because she's your ex-girlfriend now, huh?"

Another unnaturally long pause ensued. Taehyung tries to turn off the recording but Haejoong shoves him aside.

“Because I realised she was the reason why Y/N and I broke up. Because... I wanted to get back at her for all the things she did... to...”, it seemed like Taehyung’s voice was shaking heavily and he couldn’t continue whatever he wanted to say.

“All the things she did to Y/N?”, Haejoong sounded like he was prompting Taehyung in the clip.

“It has nothing to do with her, it’s just me, okay? I just hated Jihyun for making this whole mess so I just did it, alright?! Happy now?!”, with that the audio ended.

The horror finally sets in. So, this is how Taehyung managed to find you, because he traded himself to save you.

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snowdice · 4 years ago

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Goblin Brain Study Session Fic 1 [Day 46]

Because I don’t want to just have walls of text for my Goblin Brain Study Session posts, I’m separating them by days. If you want to read the previous chapters, click the links below. Chapter 17 and what’s done of Chapter 18 is under the cut.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 My Master Post

See this post for more details and feel free to send me asks to keep me going! It’s been a lot of fun so far! I will reblog this post with the story as I write them today. Also, if you’re interesting, don’t forget that I am constantly updating the timeline as I write. :)

I am still very tired and do not want to study today, but I need to. Ugh.

Chapter 17

“Aw, come on kiddo,” Patton beseeched doing his absolutely best not to laugh at the adorable discontent expression on Anxiety’s face.

“You murdered all of my cows,” the boy grumbled. “All of them.”

Patton did giggle then. “That’s the game.”

“You knew!” Anxiety insisted. “You knew the cemetery was there, didn’t you? You’re familiar with this highway. That’s why you let me take the 150 cows you cheater.”

Patton didn’t bother to deny it. “All’s fair,” he said instead.

“You’re the worst,” Anxiety shot back. “Why don’t we play a game I can win.”

“Like what?” Patton asked, curious.

“Like…” he said. “Like, let’s play a game where whoever’s youngest wins.”

Patton chuckled. “Well I guess you’ve got me beat there.”

“Or a contest to see who has the straightest hair.”

“Sounds like a fun game, but we’d have to wash both our hair just to make sure neither of us are cheating.”

There was a pause and Patton glanced over at him.

“Aw!” he cooed. “Do you secretly have curly hair too?”

Anxiety groaned.

“That’s adorable!”

“Is not,” he grumbled, folding his arms over his chest. “It ruins my aesthetic.”

“Aw, stop being so grumpy, kiddo.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t be if you hadn’t murdered all of my cows.”

“I sure did kill the moo-d, huh?”

Anxiety groaned. “What did I do to deserve this?”

“…Carjac-”

“I know, I know,” Anxiety huffed. Patton smiled over at him and reached over to ruffle his hair. “Ugh, stop! No!”

“I want to see the curls!” Patton teased as Anxiety batted him away.

“You’re lucky I don’t have the god damned knife.”

“Excuse me, was that a bad word Mister?”

“Ugh,” Anxiety groaned.

“I will turn this car around,” Patton threatened.

“Oh, yeah,” Anxiety said. “That’s what would make you stop driving. Silly me. I’ll try not to use the grown-up words.”

“See that you don’t.” Anxiety just shook his head and turned the radio up a bit to ignore him.

“The cows have been cleared up,” Anxiety noted.

Patton hummed. “Do you want to get on the interstate again?” he asked. “It would be about 10 minutes faster and I’m sure if anyone was tracking us, we lost them in all of that.”

“Sure,” he agreed. “I don’t see why not.” Patton nodded and took the next turn back onto the familiar interstate.

“So,” Patton hedged once they were back on the main road. “We’ll be there soon. What are your plans once we get there? Nothing in particular,” he rushed to say when he saw the kid frowning. He was a secretive little thing. “Just, what do you want me to do?”

“Oh, um,” he said, playing with the edges of his hoodie sleeve. “I don’t know.” He paused. “You can leave if you want.”

A smile flickered across Patton’s face. Not likely kid. “Well, I’m not going to leave at least until I make sure you’re with someone.”

“Thanks,” Anxiety said softly.

“I’m with you all the way Anxiety.”

“I still don’t understand you at all.” Patton just shrugged and smiled. “Also, you can call me Vee.”

“Ooo a partial name,” Patton said. “I’m moving up in your esteem.”

“I didn’t say that,” Vee snapped back. “My name might be Bob for all you know.”

“Right,” Patton agreed. “Of course. Bob. My bad.”

That caused Vee to smile though he seemed to be fighting it. After a few moments, the smile faded, and he started playing with the strings on his hoodie. “You��ve got to get back to your family though, eventually,” he said.

Patton shrugged, not mentioning the fact that they were literally driving towards his brother this very second. “They’re all adults who can more than handle themselves. My brother’s older than me and the twins have him. You need me a bit more right now.”

Vee thought for a moment, still rubbing his fingers over the frayed edge of the hoodie string. “I have an older brother,” he offered.

“Oh?” Patton asked.

“I tried to call him earlier after my uncle,” Vee said. “He didn’t pick up.”

“Well, I’m sure there is a reasonable explanation for that, just like with your uncle.”

Vee bit his lip. “I don’t know if…” he said, “if he’d be on my side in this or not.”

“What do you mean?”

Vee looked away out the window. “Our mom’s the one who killed my dad,” he said quietly.

“Oh, honey,” Patton said softly. “I’m so sorry.”

“So, I don’t know if my brother would side with her or not. I don’t want to think he’d hand me over to her if I went to him, but…”

Poor kiddo, Patton thought. He wished he could say with certainty that his brother wouldn’t do something like that, but Patton didn’t know enough about him to know for certain. He hoped not. “I’ll help you figure it all out,” Patton promised. “I’ll make sure you don’t have to go with your mom.”

Vee snorted. “I don’t know what you can do, but thanks for the sentiment.”

“Oh,” Patton said. “I think I could do a thing or two.”

“Sorry,” Vee said dryly, “but your reaction to a carjacking was to get me ice cream.”

Patton laughed lightly. “Good point.”

“I really don’t want to go with my mom, but I don’t think the cops would listen to me,” Vee said. “She’s technically my mom even though I’ve never even spent the night at her house. Does this make her my legal guardian now?”

“If she’s the one who killed your father, I doubt people would let you go with her.”

“You don’t know mom,” Vee mumbled. “I’m sure no one will even think to try to arrest her for that, let alone convict her. Would they let my uncle be my guardian even if she isn’t arrested?”

“They’d be willing to do that I’m sure. Especially since you’re already 15, anyone would listen to your opinion on where you live.”

Vee look at least a bit relieved at that. “So, you like your uncle then?” Patton asked.

“He’s great,” Vee said. “He lived with us when I was really little. He always made me eat my vegetables and helps me out when I’m anxious. He’s a psychiatrist so he knows his stuff.”

“I have a friend whose brother is a psychiatrist,” Patton said. “I’ve never met him, but Logan sends people to him when they need mental health care. It’s a big help for a lot of them.”

“Yeah,” Vee agreed. “It wouldn’t be too bad living with him. I guess.”

“Well I’ll make sure you end up with him and not your mom, okay?”

“Sure,” Vee replied.

Patton shot him a half smile and they continued driving for a few minutes before he exited the interstate. “We’re almost there” he told Vee.

Vee bit his lip. “I hope this wasn’t a stupid idea…” he said.

“Oh, I’m sure it’s fine,” Patton said. He flipped a switch on near his steering wheel that would open the gate for them a few seconds before said gate came into view. He drove up the driveway and chose to park in front of the factory building instead of trying to park in the underground parking garage which would certainly freak Vee out.

“Just looks like a creepy abandoned factory,” Vee commented, eyeing the old concrete building with its boarded over windows. “It’s almost too perfectly abandoned,” he said, eyes narrowed. Smart boy.

“Ready?” Patton asked.

Vee still looked nervous, but he nodded determinedly after a moment and exited the car. Patton followed him. He let Vee lead the way up the gravel path to the entrance of the building. He studied the door for a couple of minutes and then pushed it slowly open. Patton was sure at this point that someone downstairs had probably noticed them and would come up to greet them soon.

Vee was looking around himself with suspicious eyes. “Okay,” he said. “What do we do now?”

“Probably just wait to see if anyone comes to meet us,” Patton said.

Vee started poking around a bit. “It’s pretty clean for an abandoned factory,” he said.

“Mmhmm,” Patton replied.

He considered a couple of panels near the door and Patton observed him, curious about what he’d do. He made a startled noise when one of the panels came off. “Oops,” he said. He peered into the hole he’d just made. “Well… that’s not good. Whoever put that camera there is probably not going to be happy with me.”

Patton had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. He would not.

Vee set the broken panel back against the wall. It hung off of it awkwardly. “At least we know there really is someone here and it’s not just an abandoned factory.”

“That is good,” Patton agreed. Just then there was a soft ding which Patton identified as the hidden elevator the room over.

Vee’s head shot up to look in the direction of the sound, and the boy shuffled closer to Patton.

Logan himself rounded the corner after a moment and looked over at them with his lips pursed and looking especially cross. “How is it,” he asked, “that you always do exactly what I need you to do in the most irritating and inconvenient way possible?”

Chapter 18

Janus had a couple of seconds to regret every decision he’d made in the past few hours before Roman’s car hit the water. He’d managed to brace himself enough to not go flying into the front seat, but he still was jerked around by the impact. The airbags in front went off when they hit which was just his luck, and the car immediately began to fill up with water.

Roman and Remus were already struggling to get the airbags out of their way and Remus reached over to release Roman’s seatbelt since he hadn’t been restrained himself. Janus jerked over towards the window to try to roll it down.

It rolled down about 1/8th of the way before the automatic system gave out and the window got stuck. Janus took a split second before he dove for Remus’s bag and grabbed out a hammer and swung at the window, shattering it in two goes.

Roman and Remus had already noticed the broken open window, and so Janus went ahead and pushed himself out of the window and towards the surface. He immediately noticed that there was a figure swimming towards him through the water and tensed for a fight assuming it was one of the people who had been chasing him.

He struck out with a fist, still half blinded by the water in his eyes. There was a started yelp as he felt cartilage snap under his fist. “Hey! Fuck!” the figure said in response. “Janus!”

Janus blinked the water out of his eyes as the familiar, if slightly distorted voice sunk in. “Lena?” Janus asked as Remus popped his head out of the water next to him. She glared at him, holding her nose with one hand and treading water with the other. “Shit, sorry.” Remus seemed to notice what was happening and swam forward to give her a bit of support.

Roman popped up, sputtering a moment later and smacked Janus across the face.

“Karma,” Lena spat.

“How are you even here?” Janus asked, rubbing his nose.

“Everyone went dark and Logan sent us to go figure out what was going on,” she explained. “Then we saw Roman’s car in a high-speed chase and followed you.”

“Speaking of!” Some other guy’s voice called from a few feet away. “Can I get a bit of help?” One of the men from the other car had popped up out of the water and he was currently wrestling with him.

Remus stayed to help Lena out of the water, but Roman and Janus both swam over to help the guy with Lena drag the first guy from the other car and then the second one out of the water.

“Fred,” the other man with Lena introduced himself while he and Janus trussed up the men from the other car.

“Janus,” Janus answered.

“I figured,” Fred replied.

Janus gave him a confused look.

“You were one of the names The Boss was angrily mumbling about this evening.”

“Yeah well Logan can shove it,” Janus grumbled.

Fred didn’t comment, instead he just stood up and looked at the two men tied up on the ground. “Well,” he said. “Lena’s car’s only a 5-seater. Guess you two are going in the trunk. Wanna help me out Janus?”

Janus and Fred hauled the two men into the trunk together despite their muffled protests and Fred slammed the trunk closed.

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A Lovely Surprise

I COME BEARING GIFTS MY BEAUTIFUL FOLLOWERS

It wasn’t requested but here’s a Newt x pregnant! reader that I wrote in one sitting yesterday. The idea just came to me and I couldn’t stop writing it! Anyways I really hope you beautiful people enjoy! 2 notes:

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Word count: 11,500

Summary: You traveled with Newt to New York, being his girlfriend and the illustrator of his book. You and Newt were childhood friends, and you grew up near him and Theseus, being in Newt’s year at Hogwarts. Him and Tina were only really close friends. As a result, Newt is trying to lift his travel ban so the two of you can continue your research, and visit your friends. So when Dumbledore asks Newt to go to Paris, he decides to go. For the sake of the story Jacob comes to Newt for help, Queenie having already gone after Tina. So Newt brings him along to try and save Credence. Meanwhile back in London you get hit with an awful surprise. Side note- Theseus and Leta are engaged, but because Newt has you he is no longer Jealous. Tina is also not jealous, instead having become really close friends with both you and Newt. Plot only altered slightly.

“Newt wake up,” you whispered to his sleeping form. He groaned and rolled over. Laughing you climb on top of him, peppering kisses to his face. “Wake up sleepy head,” you giggle between kisses. He moans and gets up, taking you with him. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, legs wrapped around his hips and he walked to the bathroom as you planted kisses on his bare chest. He laughs, “I can’t exactly get ready when you wrap yourself around me like this.” He bends down and sets you on the toilet, planting a sleepy kiss on your forehead before brushing his teeth. “Do you think they’ll give you the permits this time?” you ask. He shakes his head, “I don’t know darling. I know you’re anxious to continue our research and so am I.” You groan, “It’s not only that. Tina keeps complaining in her letters, asking when we’re going to come back and visit them. She wants to introduce us to the real Percival Graves.” You smirk smugly, making Newt laugh. “Think they’re dating yet?” he asks your opinion. You ponder the thought, “Oh I don’t know. I know she had a personal relationship with him before Grindelwald impersonated him. But don’t you think that would be kind of traumatic? Knowing at some point that was actually Grindelwald?” Newt answers, “Maybe. I’m not sure. But they could be quite the crime fighting duo.” You nod in agreement. Newt wanders back into your bedroom, slipping on his usual outfit. You smile at him. “Could you grab my tie off of the dresser?” he asks you. Padding over, you take the bow tie and bring it to Newt. You watch as he quickly ties it up. “What?” he asks when he realizes you’re staring at him. You grin, “I just think you look so cute in bow ties.” He blushes at your compliment. “Thanks,” he mumbles. You giggle, “Newt Scamander you’re going to have to get used to getting complimented. Especially now with all your adoring fans.” Newt scowls, “I didn’t ask for adoring fans.” You take his hands and look him in the eyes. “Newt your book was amazing. Of course you’re going to have fans.” He shrugs, “I guess.” Checking his watch he curses, “Merlin’s beard I have to go. I’ll come back as soon as I’m done. Please feed the creatures since we woke up late.” You nod. Pausing at the door he plants a swift kiss on your lips and says, “Goodbye darling I love you. See you soon.” You watch him as he goes, crossing your fingers that this time might be different.

10 minutes later you walked your rounds through Newt’s basement, feeding everyone. “There you go guys,” you talk to the mooncalves. They happily take their breakfast. You’re about to go upstairs when there is a rustling near Newt’s workstation. Wandering over, you shake your head at Einstein, one of the baby Nifflers nosing through a drawer of the desk. “Einstein you rascal,” you scold him as you pull him out of the drawer. His pouch was awfully full. Tickling him, you let the treasure fall out onto the desk. When he’s empty you return him to his cage with his other brothers and sisters. “Better put this stuff back in the safe,” you mutter to yourself. Sweeping the gold into your hand, your eyes freeze on a silver glint in the pile. Frowning, you pick it up. “Oh my god,” you gasp. Staring back at you in your palm was a silver engagement ring. Elegant but simple, it had a main stone with two side stones. “Oh my god. I wasn’t supposed to find this,” you shove the ring back in the desk drawer out of sight. “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” you panic. Backing against the wall, you tear your gaze away from Newt’s desk and bound up the stairs, slamming the door behind you.

It took a hot bath and a nice cup of tea to slow your breathing, but you still felt upset, and your stomach was unsettled. Climbing out of the bathtub, you dry yourself off and put on a pair of black, wide legged trousers, tucking in your white dress shirt. Your hair hung down off of your shoulders in soft waves. The doorbell rings. “Coming,” you call. Walking to the door, you swing it open and find the last person you expected to see. “Jacob?” you shout in disbelief. He smiles, roping you into a hug. “Y/n. It’s so great to see you,” he replies. Letting him inside you say confused, “It’s great to see you too. But how am I seeing you?” Jacob hangs his coat and plops down on the couch. “Well all of my memories I had of wizards were good, so they weren’t forgotten. Queenie helped me fill in the blanks,” he explains. Suddenly you look around asking, “Where is Queenie?” Jacob sighs, “That’s why I’m here. I need Newt and your help. I think Queenie went to Paris. To find Tina.” “Tina’s in Paris?” you exclaim. Jacob nods, “Well at least she was at one point. All the aurors in the world are looking for Credence. They all want him dead.” You furrow your brows in confusion. “But Credence is dead,” you state. Jacob objects, “Apparently he’s not.” You jump to your feet saying, “We have to find him before the other aurors.” Jacob smiles, “I figured you would say that. So where’s Newt? I’d like to come with to find Queenie.” You frown and stop midstep, “He’s still at his meeting at the ministry.” As if on cue Newt steps through the door.

“Jacob?” he asks, doubting his own eyes. Jacob hugs him, “Newt. Great to see you.” Newt slowly nods, trying to wrap his head around his muggle friend returning. “You were supposed to have been obliviated,” Newt comments. Jacob responds, “Yeah, only thing was all my memories of magic were happy, so I didn’t forget. Queenie helped me fill in the blanks but we had a fight and now she’s gone to Paris after Tina.” Newt nods, “Makes sense. Everyone’s in Paris looking for Credence.” It’s here that you interject, “We have to save him Newt.” Newt gulps and nods. Turning to Jacob he says, “Jacob please make yourself at home. I’ve got to speak with y/n for a few minutes.” Jacob nods and sits back down. Confused, you follow Newt.

“What’s going on?” you call after him as he jogs down the stairs to the basement. He doesn’t answer right away. “Newt?” you call again. He leans against his desk and turns to you. “Well?” you wait for him to say something. He looks at you, and guilt boils to the surface. “I didn’t get the travel ban lifted,” he states. Your stomach swirls with confusion and turmoil. “Oh god,” you choke, your face turning a ghastly shade of green. Newt’s intuition moves him to grab a bucket. He holds it out, barely reaching you in time. You grab the bucket and wretch repeatedly into the tin bucket. Newt watches you with concern. When you finish throwing up, you set the bucket down. Waving your wand it disappears. Taking a shaky breath, you wipe the sweat from your forehead. “Are you okay?” Newt brushes a hair from your face, his eyes glued to you, studying you intensely. You gulp, still nauseous, but reply, “I’m fine.” Newt stares at you, not quite convinced. Breaking the silence you ask, “So if we can’t travel, what will we do?” Newt looks like he already knows the answer. “What is it?” you implore him. He sighs, “After my meeting at the ministry, Dumbledore approached me. He asked me to do the same thing, to go to Paris and rescue Credence from the bloodthirsty aurors.” “Did you tell him know?” you question. Newt gulps, averting his gaze. It’s clear he’s already decided. “So we’re going,” you state. It’s then that Newt looks at you, with an extremely pained expression. Passing his wand back and forth between his hands he sighs, “I’m going. You’re staying here.” Immediately you shout, “To hell I am! I’m coming with you. We’re partners remember?” He reaches for you, but you step away hurt. “Y/n please listen to me,” he begs. Rolling your eyes, you huff, “Fine.” Newt pleads, “Someone has to stay here and take care of the creatures. You’re the only person I can trust to do that.” You shoot back, “Bring them in the case. That’s what we did in New York.” He shakes his head, “It’s not just that darling. Every auror in Europe and from America is after Credence. It’s extremely dangerous and I don’t want you in harms way.” You argue, “Newt you know I can take care of myself.” He steps forward and tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him. “Y/n,” the green in his eyes flashes with unshed emotion. He continues, “My darling I’ve been with you long enough to know that I don’t want to live without you. I have a future planned for us and I don’t want to lose that future.” Blush creeps to the tip of your nose thinking about the future he was referring to and the ring you found earlier. Growing up with Newt, he knew exactly what this look meant. He smirks at you, “Y/n what do you know?” You turn away from him, cursing yourself for being so easy to read. He laughs and spins you back around, pinning you inside his arms. “Newt, let me go,” you giggle as he kisses you all over your face. “Then tell me what you know,” he laughs back. “Newt,” you squeal as he continues to attack you with kisses, his lips brushing against your hair. Finally you give in, “Alright alright I’ll tell you.” He smiles triumphantly. His hands moved to your waist, cradling you in his grasp. Looking up at him you plead, “But you have to promise not to get mad.” He raises his eyebrows, “You certainly have me intrigued now my love. I couldn’t ever get mad at you. Now, please tell me,” there was a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Sighing, you walk over to the desk and open the drawer, pulling out the ring. Newt’s face is red as a cherry. “How did you know where that was?” he asks in awe. You blubber, “Newt I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to find it. The baby nifflers got out and one was in the desk drawer. When I made him empty his pouch, the ring fell out.” Newt nods silently, running a hand through his cinnamon curls. He stands there and thinks. “Newt please say something,” you plead. He’s shaken from his daze and steps forward, meeting you at the desk. The ring is held out in your palm, and you watch as Newt takes it in his own. His voice cracking he says, “I was going to make it really special. But now that I’m going away, now seems as good of a time as any.” You gasp, realizing what he meant. Newt, someone who was naturally extremely nervous, was implying he was going to do something spontaneous. “Oh god,” you breathe, suddenly filled with anxiety. “Here goes nothing,” his voice shakes with nerves. His fingers close around the ring as he slowly kneels down. “Y/n l/n,” he begins. You’re already crying and Newt’s tears soon begin after your own. “We grew up together. I-I’ve known you for a long while. And everyday I am so thankful that I get to know you. I couldn’t imagine my life without you. You’re my w-w-world, my whole world. I never want to live a day without you by my s-s-side. So y/n, will you marry me?” His phrases rush together, coming out in a nervous stream of speech. It was Newt, but it meant it was sincere. Newt runs a hand through his curls, anxiously awaiting your answer. You beam, “Of course I’ll marry you Newt. Nothing would make me happier!” Relief floods across his face as he slips the ring on your finger. Standing back up, he kisses you deeply, picking you up and holding you in his arms. Your toes barely grazed the ground as he swayed with you in his arms, kissing you sweetly. Reluctantly you pull away and whisper, “As much as I want you to stay here with me, I think it’s time for you to go.” Newt sadly nods. Taking his hand, you lead him back up to the bedroom to pack.

He arranged for a portkey to take him and Jacob to Paris under the radar in two hours. When he’s done packing, he turns to you and commits your image to memory. He lets out a low whistle, quite uncharacteristically. “What?” you giggle, looking back at him. He walks over to you and brushes a strand of hair away from your face. “I just can’t believe you’re my fiance now,” he breathes. You blush at his compliment. Standing above where you sat on the bed he tilts your chin up again to study you. “You are so beautiful, you know that?” he tells you. You shrug the comment off. “No, you are. You’re so beautiful my y/n,” he forces you to look at him. Leaning down, he kisses you deeply. Jacob calls from the other room, “I think it’s time to go Newt!” Newt pulls away from your lips, muttering slews of swears under his breath. He pulls you up with him. Desperately you ask, “Are you sure I can’t come with?” Newt smiles but says, “It’s better this way. I promise I’ll return safely.” You playfully poke his chest, “You better Newton Scamander. Because I’m not letting go of our future.” He grins and says, “Good because I’m not either. I’ll be home with you and planning our wedding before you know it.” You nod, too choked up to speak just then. With one last passionate kiss, he exits the bedroom, briefcase in hand. When him and Jacob reach the front door, despair fills your chest. “Be safe,” you manage to choke out. He wipes a tear from your cheek and says, “I promise.” Wordlessly you nod at his reassurance. He pulls you into a tight hug, his head resting on the top of your own head. When he pulls away, he kisses your forehead sweetly and turns away, leaving with Jacob. He was too pained to look back, knowing that if he saw you standing there, tears and all, he wouldn’t go. You watch as the turn the corner and walk out of your sight.

Two weeks later you found yourself missing Newt now more than ever. The creatures sensed your sadness as well as his absence. Newt wrote to you, assuring you he was safe, but the letters were incredibly vague for security reasons. Rereading his last letter, you sat in the basement, stroking Dougal’s fur. Dougal climbs in your lap, placing his hands on your stomach. “Dougal cut it out you’re being weird,” you push his hands away. He immediately puts them back. “Oh Dougal you weirdo,” you laugh. You tear Dougal away from you and walk upstairs to the bedroom, getting ready to take a bath. Pausing in the mirror, you glance at your reflection. Your stomach looked extremely bloated and it made you feel self conscious. “Ughhh,” you groan. Forcing yourself away from the mirror, you take your bath.

When nightime rolls around you go back down to the case to feed the creatures dinner. Dougal again is attached at your hip, his hands wrapped around your belly. “Dougal come on what is it?” you raise your voice in annoyance. Usually Dougal would be hurt by this, but he insists on continuing to pat your belly. Sighing you tell him, “I can’t understand what you’re trying to tell me.” He looks up into your eyes and realizes you’re finally listening. Content that you were, he hops down from your lap and makes a cradling motion with his arms. “What you want me to cradle you?” you ask confused. Dougal shakes his head, but continues the cradling motion. Then he points to your belly and repeats the motion. “He thinks I’m pregnant? That’s absolutely crazy,” You tell yourself. Then your mind wanders back through the previous weeks. You gasp, “Oh shit,” and sprint up the stairs. Dougal follows.

Running into the kitchen you look at the calendar on the wall, counting back in your mind. You were supposed to get your period three weeks ago, but you were distracted with Newt trying to lift the travel ban.When you thought back farther, you couldn’t remember getting your period for at least two months, if not more. “Oh no oh no oh no oh no,” you pace the kitchen, thoughts swarming your head. Dougal looks to you. Walking over to him you bend down to reach his eyesight, “Thank you Dougal. I would have never realized if it weren’t for you.” He kisses your cheek. Carrying him back downstairs you set him down but ask, “Dougal honey, do you know how long?” He ponders the thought. His soft paws graze your belly once again, as if communicating with the baby. When he looks back to you he holds up three fingers. You choke loudly in surprise. “Three months?” you gasp. Dougal nods. “Why don’t you stay with me?” you ask the creature shyly. He nods, taking your hand and leading you back up the stairs.

A few hours later you sat at the kitchen table, trying to write a letter to Newt. You immediately knew you wouldn’t tell him. Not through a letter. So you settled for short and sweet.

Dear Newt,

I am missing you terribly back here in London. It’s been raining an awful lot, which doesn’t make things much better. Do you have any idea when you’ll be coming home? I know it’s selfish of me to ask, you’ve only been gone for two weeks. Wishing you well. Hopefully you’ve at least found Tina or Queenie by now. Be safe.

All my love, your fiance,

y/n.

Summoning an owl, you immediately send the letter off. Across the continent in Paris, France Newt sat at the kitchen table of the home of Nicholas Flamel. He rested his head in his hands, groaning. “Newt what’s wrong?” Tina cautiously approaches. He doesn’t even lift his head, muffling, “I miss y/n. I should have brought her with me. It’s wrong to be away from my fiance.” Tina’s eyes widen in shock. “Your fiance?” she squeals with delight. Newt looks up and realized he let the secret slip. “Yeah, we’re engaged. But we haven’t told anyone yet. I just want to get back to her,” he explains. Tina nods. “You will,” Tina declares. Newt laughs at her bluntness, “And how do you know that Tina?” Tina smiles, “Because I just know it. You two were meant to be together.” Newt sheepishly grins.

Another two weeks pass and you’re lucky that you have Dougal to take care of you, because you felt useless. Flipping over on your bed you moan, “Dougal. I need someone to talk to.” He pads silently out of the room, returning a moment later with a frame in his hand. It was a picture of you, Newt, and Theseus as kids. Dougal’s furry white paw points to Theseus. Grabbing the frame you shout, “Dougal you’re a genius!” He smiles and follows you into the living room, watching you as you send a patronus message to Theseus at work.

Theseus sits at his desk combing over paperwork, when a bright light pulls his gaze up to look at your patronus. Leta stands in the doorway and says, “Isn’t that y/n’s patronus?” Theseus nods. Your voice came through, the anxiety evident in your voice that spoke, “Theseus it’s y/n. Please come to Newt’s immediately. It’s important, I need someone to talk to.” Leta ponders the message as Theseus gets up, no hesitation, pulling on his coat. “Do you want me to come with?” Leta asks him. He shakes his head, “That’s sweet darling but no. Y/n is a private person and the only person she trusts more than me is Newt, so this is probably something she’s going to have trouble with.” Leta nods. Theseus stops in the doorway and kisses her on the cheek. “Please be careful,” Leta asks. He nods, “I will. I’ll be careful.” And then he leaves.

You stood in the living room, twiddling your thumbs nervously. A knock comes from the door, making you jump. Dougal heads for the door but you stop him, “It’s okay Dougal I got it.” He steps back returning to the couch. Opening the door, you smile into your old friends eyes. “Theseus,” you breathe a sigh of relief. He pushes through the door into the house and hugs you close to him. “I came as soon as I got your message. You sounded worried. What’s going on?” You pulled him over to the couch, sitting him down. He eyes Dougal and says, “I thought they all stayed in your magical menagerie of a basement?” You reply cautiously, “I sort of needed a caretaker.” “Why?” he replies, his voice laced with concern. You bite your lip, “Because….” Theseus sits forward eagerly, “Because why? Merlin’s beard y/n you’re scaring me.” “FIne,” you groan, taking off the loose robe you had around your body. As soon as you set it down the answer becomes clear to Theseus. “Oh my god,” he gasps. At almost four months pregnant your belly bump was becoming increasingly noticeable to anyone who looked at you. Soon loose fitting clothes wouldn’t even hide it.

The first thing Theseus does is hug you. He then sits you down on the couch across from him. “How long?” he asks first. You gulp, “Almost four months.” He nods, his mouth suddenly dry. He studies you carefully, as you sit there biting your lip mercilessly. He connects the dots and exclaims, “You haven’t told Newt have you?” You shake your head guiltily. “Oh y/n,” he groans. Tears prick your eyes and you shout, “Well what was I supposed to do Thes? He’s needed in Paris right now! I can’t just tell him in a letter!” Theseus hushes you, letting you cry on his shoulders. He squeezes your hand, his fingers brushing against the diamond on your finger. He lifts the ring up to peer closer at it. “And you’re engaged?” he asks. You nod. “Y/n you have to tell Newt,” he pleads. You shake your head, “I can’t. I can’t do it.” “Why not?” he asks you curiously. You answer honestly, “I won’t pull him away from the fight to save Credence. He’s just a boy.” Theseus argues, “But you have a tiny child inside you know. It could be your own little boy. Newt deserves to know he has a child on the way.” You stand your ground saying stubbornly, “Theseus, I know it doesn’t make sense. But I can’t tell him. Not yet. Please don’t say anything,” you beg. Theseus groans, “If you really don’t want me to say anything I won’t. But for the record I don’t agree with this.” “Thank you,” you sob, hugging him tightly. He stands and says, “I have to get back to the ministry. Leta and I can drop by on occasion for visits, checking up on you, does that sound good?” You nod, “Yes I would like that very much.” Theseus kisses you on top of your head and says sternly, “Rest up. You need to keep my niece or nephew healthy.” “Of course,” you smile and watch him depart. The next morning a letter arrives from Paris from Newt.

My dear y/n,

I am missing you terribly as well. It feels wrong to be apart from my fiance. I’m hoping you’re not too bored out of your mind. Theseus says he visits you sometimes. I’m glad you have the company. It makes me very sad to say this, but there is still no sign of Credence. It looks like I’m going to be here for a while. I’m sorry I didn’t let you come with, for there is nothing I would love more than to kiss your sweet lips right now. Tina and Queenie send their congratulations, I accidentally let the engagement slip. We’ll be together soon. I’m being safe.

I love you,

-Newt

You clung to his letter like your life depended on it. They were the only things you looked forward to now, besides Theseus and Leta visiting. “Oh Newt. I miss you,” you silently sob, tears dropping onto the letter and smearing the ink. Immediately you write your reply.

My dearest Newt,

I miss you terribly as well. Tell Tina and Queenie I say thank you. I must admit I was going a little insane at the lack of human interaction. Luckily Theseus and Leta saved me from insanity and have dinner with me frequently. But nothing compares to your company. Come home soon, so I can kiss you again. My love for you grows endlessly. I’ll send you my luck that you find Credence soon and rescue him.

Love from London,

y/n

A few weeks later, Leta knocks at your door. “Coming,” you call, teetering over to the front door. 5 months pregnant and there was no hiding it. The only thing that still fit you was your pajamas. Opening the door you smile, “Leta, a lovely surprise as always. Please come in.” Leta steps in, bags in hand and says, “I come bearing gifts.” You laugh, following her into the kitchen. “Do tell,” you implore her. Pulling out piles of clothes she replies, “I got you maternity clothes, so you don’t have to keep wearing your pajamas.” You hug her tightly, “Leta you’re a lifesaver!” you thank her. They fit perfectly and were extremely comfortable. At dinner Theseus states, “They’re getting closer to finding Credence.” You beam at the thought. Suddenly you ask, “Thes, if the ministry knows that Newt is in Paris, why haven’t you arrested him yet?” Theseus grins, “They don’t know. Only I know. Newt’s smart. He’s laying low.” You tease him, “Mr. head auror going against the rules.” Theseus shrugs, “He’s my brother. I’d do anything to protect him.” You smile at the sentiment. And when dinner is finished and Theseus and Leta turn to leave you ask, “Please keep me updated on the situation in Paris.” “We will,” they respond and depart.

The next month you fall into a smooth, albeit depressed state. It was common place for Leta and Theseus to check on you 3 times a week. Other than that you threw yourself into new illustrations, stuffing down the pain of missing Newt. Dougal was perhaps your greatest caretaker who seemed to understand just exactly what you needed. One day, Dougal rubs your belly bump affectionately, this being not out of the normal. You smile and pat his head, “What would I do without you Dougal?” He kisses your belly. A thought suddenly occurs to you and you bend down to Dougal’s eye level. “Dougal, I have a question to ask you,” you say calmly. Dougal stares back at you, and you continue, “Dougal do you know what I’m having? Do you know, if it’s a boy or girl?” Slowly, he nods. Breathlessly you ask, “Will you tell me?” Dougal again shakes his head yes. Laying a hand on your belly again, Dougal closes his eyes in concentration. Blinking them open, he points to you, then to your belly. You shake your head in confusion. He repeats the gesture and the meaning dawns on you. “Oh. You mean I’m having a girl?” you squeak excitedly. Dougal nods. Tears of joy prick your eyes and you kiss Dougal on the cheek, thanking him. Before you can think about your little girl, Leta bursts through the door.

She’s a wreck, her hair sticking up everywhere as she slams the door shut behind her. “Leta what is it?” you squeeze her hand, trying to calm her down. Breathlessly she answers, “Theseus… went to Paris.. Grindelwald is rallying.” You gasp, immediately panicking. Running into your bedroom, you change into wide legged dress pants and manage to pull a striped long sleeve shirt over your growing bump. You return to Leta and she eyes you questioningly. “I’m going to Paris,” you tell her. Leta shakes her head, “Absolutely not. You are six months pregnant you are not doing this.” Grabbing one of Newt’s coats, you pull it on, hastily buttoning it. “Leta I’m doing this,” you tell her firmly. Leta groans in frustration, “If anyone asks I didn’t tell. Inevitably I’ll see in Paris.” You nod and she disapparates. You glance in the mirror before leaving and take in the sight. You wore Newt’s old favorite coat, the navy blue still brightly colored. Your belly strained against the buttons and you decided to undo them. The striped shirt you wore underneath clearly showcased your bump and hung over your black dress pants. Your hair was pulled back in a low ponytail. You place a hand to your belly and say, “I’ll keep you safe baby girl. I promise.” Grabbing your wand, you think of Newt and disapparate on the spot.

You reappeared in an ancient looking house. “Newt?” you call out. There was no answer. “Newt?” you call out again. An extremely old wizard approached you. “Can I help you?” he asks kindly. You rush up to him and beg, “Please I’m looking for my fiance Newt Scamander. Please have you seen him?” He calmly responds, “They’ve gone to the Lestrange Tomb but-” you cut him off saying, “Thank you, thank you so much!” and you disapparate. “Oh dear,” Nicholas Flamel mutters with worry.

You reappear in a dark graveyard and look around. But you could barely see anything. Looking up, you saw the marked Lestrange tomb. Fear quivered through. Placing your own hand protectively on your belly, you swallow your fear and enter the tomb. It was empty, but there was a light coming from a staircase. “Newt?” you hiss, your voice echoing in the stone chamber. There was no answer. A rush of footsteps sounds outside the tomb and you hastily press yourself against the wall, shrinking as best you could. A swarm of aurors enter. Theseus announces to his employees, “It isn’t illegal to listen to him. Use minimum force on the crowd. We mustn’t be what he says we are.” His aurors nod and descend into the unknown chamber. Theseus goes to follow, but hears a scuffling from your hiding spot. He turns and mutters, “Lumos,” shining the light on where you stood.

“Y/n my god what are you doing here?” he scolds you. You step forward as fast as you can and say, “Theseus if my fiance dies tonight and I don’t get to say goodbye, I would never forgive myself. I can’t sit by and watch the people I love fight this alone. Please don’t try and stop me.” Theseus groans, “Y/n you are a heavily pregnant woman about to enter your third trimester. You cannot be serious, asking me to let you go in there.” You gently squeeze his hand, “You know I’m going to do this whether you try to stop me or not.” Theseus sighs in frustration, “You better stick close behind me.” You nod and follow him down the steps.

Immediately you grow scared. Grindelwald had thousands of followers. Thousands of people willing to follow his orders. Gulping, you grab the back of Theseus’s jacket and stick close behind him. It’s when Grindelwald states that aurors were present that Theseus whispers to you, “Please, for the love of Merlin, please stay back. I don’t want Newt to lose you. I don’t want to lose family.” You reluctantly listen, standing back against the wall at the top of the amphitheater.

In a flash, a follower is killed by an auror and there’s an outrage. Grindelwald declares, “Take this warrior home. Now go forth from this place and spread the word. It is not we who are violent. It is not we who destroy.” Thousands of followers disapparate leaving just you, the aurors, Newt, Tina, and Queenie and Jacob. “Aurors. Join me know, contribute to a legacy of greatness. Or die,” Grindelwald’s voice echoed through the chamber. Many try to run, but his blue conjured flames engulf them. “No cheating children!” he shouts. The adrenaline of the situation moved you forward. Across from you another form also moved forward, but in the direction of Grindelwald. “Credence!” you freeze. It was Newt’s voice. Newt called desperately to the boy as Grindelwald blocked his path with blue flames. The sight of Grindelwald shooting deadly spells at your fiance inspired an anger like you’d never known inside of you. Running down the steps you shout, “Newt!” as you run to his defense.

Turning in disbelief towards the sound of your voice, Newt is filled with conflicting emotions. He feels joy at seeing his beloved, but the joy quickly turns to horror as his eyes freeze over your belly. You were very clearly, heavily pregnant with his child. Theseus steps down to join his brother, fighting off the expanding flames. You don’t give yourself time to mourn as you watch Credence pass through the flames to Grindelwald. Reaching Newt, you stand beside the Scamander brothers and fend off the blue flames. Then Queenie crosses over. “Queenie!” you shriek her name into the air, trying to pull her back with the sound of your voice. But she too crosses over. Tina sprints forward and grabs Jacob, disapparating him to safety. “Mr. Scamander, do you think Dumbledore will mourn for you?” Grindelwald’s voice is cold, void of emotion. Fending off the flames, you feel the energy begin to drain out of you. Newt shouts over the flames, “Get out of here! Y/n get out of here now!” Desperation fills his voice. “I won’t leave you,” you shout back, “I can do this!” Catching a glimpse of Newt out of the corner of your eye, you see him shaking with emotion while trying to plead with you and fend off Grindelwald’s flames at the same time. “You need to go now, save our child!” he begs you. Your response is broken off by a loud but stern voice calling, “Grindelwald STOP!” He turns to look and so do the rest of you. Leta Lestrange descended the amphitheater stairs, nearing the circle. Theseus calls out to her desperately, “Leta!” She briefly looks at her fiance before continuing towards the dark wizard. Theseus pushes against the flames, trying to get to her. “Leta Lestrange. Hated by all wizards, always out of place. You have greatness within you. Time to come home,” he offers her his hand. She takes it. Newt is frozen in his surprise. Theseus continues to call desperately, “Leta please!” Grindelwald turns and moves to bring her towards the circle, but she drops her hand from his. She turns to Theseus and says, “I love you. Now get out of here. Go.” Theseus screams, blasting spells into the air, fighting desperately, to get to his beloved. Leta blasts a spell, effectively destroying the skull Grindelwald used to show his vision. She shot another spell at him, only to be deflected. The flames quickly fanned out of the circle, growing increasingly out of control. Coming to his senses Newt pulls you back and shouts, “We have to get out of here. Now!” Unable to tear your eyes away from the scene, you watch as your friend Leta Lestrange disintegrates into nothing. Newt grabs your hand and pulls you towards him. Theseus is frozen in place. And in a split second, you pull Newt towards Theseus, securing his hand in your own. The blue flames grow closer as the three of you disapparate.

Appearing outside the tomb, you run as the flames quickly follow the three of you through the entrance. Newt pulls you against his chest, tucking the two of you into the corner of a wall, away from the flames. You breath heavily against his chest, crying into his shirt. Wordlessly, he places his arms around you and holds you close, taking in the presence of you that he’d missed so terribly the past three and a half months. The rest of the aurors and Tina contained the flames, banishing them back into the tomb. Newt wouldn’t leave your side. And when the tomb is sealed, there’s a strangled cry that echoes through the air. “Theseus,” you thought. Your heart went out to him. He’d just lost his fiance. You finally look up at Newt for this first time since he was in London. His eyes were filled with emotion as he looked down at you, the shock of the news still being processed in his head. Your voice comes out hoarse, “Newt you should go to Theseus.” He shakes his head no. “Newt, he needs you. I’m here, I’m alive,” and placing a hand on your stomach you add, “We’re okay. Please go comfort your brother.” Reluctantly Newt nods and goes to Theseus. Sighing, you turn to go find Tina.

You find her sitting with Jacob in the grass, the two of them dead silent. Waddling over, because that's how you walked now, you whisper, “Tina, I’m so sorry.” Tina looks up at the sound of your voice and her eyes nearly pop out of her head. “Oh my god!” she shouts, jumping up. She immediately steps over to you, searching you for injuries. “Are you okay?” she asks. “I’m okay Tina. Really I am,” you reassure her. “And I’m really sorry about Queenie and Credence.” Tina nods, suppressing her sobs. You gently take her hand and sit down next to her in the grass. You each lean your head on each other’s shoulder, silently bringing one another comfort. You close your eyes and concentrate on comforting your friend.

The grass crunches and you open your eyes to see that familiar pair of hazel green ones staring back at you. Newt looks at you lovingly. “Can we talk?” he asks softly. Nodding, you take his offered hand, and you let him lead you away to a more private area. Finally he turns and takes your hands in his, briefly smiling at the ring on your finger. He chokes on his tears, “When were you going to tell me?” It breaks you to see him so upset. You whimper, “I’m sorry Newt. I really am. But I couldn’t write to you that I was pregnant in a letter. I asked Theseus not to tell either. I knew you would fight until Credence was found and I didn’t want to take you away from that.” The words reach him, but his face is blank. “Newt please,” you cry, “I know I messed up. But we’re here now. You and I both just watched Theseus lose his fiance. Please don’t be angry with him, or me. Please don’t let this come between us.” He considers your plea and reaches a hand forward, shaking, as he brushes your tears from your cheeks. And gently he kisses you, a kiss full of sorrow and longing and love all wrapped into one. Breaking the kiss, you look up at him asking, “Does this mean you forgive me?” Newt laughs out loud, “Of course I forgive you. You are my one and only and I can’t stay mad at you, if you thought you were doing what was right.” And then for the first time ever, he places a hand on your belly. Immediately, your daughter kicks her foot up to meet her Daddy’s hand. Newt gasps, “Oh goodness.” You giggle, “She’s quite the kicker.” Newt freezes, his eyes flashing up to yours. “She?” he wonders. You nod, tears filling your own eyes. “Yep. We’re having a little baby girl,” you tell your fiance. Newt beams with pride at you. “You are such a trooper,” he praises you. Your face flushes. Newt’s voice comes out strangled as he asks, “So is she okay?” His hand moves to your stomach again. You place your hand on top of his as you say, “Yes, she's okay. I can feel it.” And suddenly Newt lifts you up, wrapping his arms around you tightly, cradling you against his body. You giggle, “Newt honey, you should probably put me down.” He panics, “Of course,” and gently sets you down. “I’m gonna be a dad,” he smiles radiantly, joy ebbing from every inch of him. You nod, pressing your forehead against his. “You’re gonna be a dad,” you confirm his thoughts. And the two of you stand there for god knows how long, wrapped in a tight embrace, your baby kicking joyfully at the reunion of her parents.

The weeks following Grindelwald’s rally were not easy. Sorrow could be felt throughout the ministry and everyone in your house. And when Theseus doesn’t return to work after two weeks, you and Newt decide to pay him a visit. Knocking softly on the door of his rather large home, you wait to hear an answer. There is none. “Alohomora,” you whisper, unlocking the front door. You step inside, Newt following. “Theseus?” you call out his name. There’s no understandable reply, only a grown that comes from the couch. Following the noise, you gasp as you happen upon Theseus who lays on his stomach on his sofa, a bottle of whiskey dangling in his hand. “Oh merlin,” you sigh. Newt groans and walks over to his brother. “Theseus get up,” Newt commands. Theseus looks at his brother curiously, it was rare to for Newt to be bossy. “Come on, get up!” Newt tears the bottle from his brother’s hand and forces him to sit up. You approach the two boys and sit them both down on the couch. “Newt,” you order, “Be gentle.” Then you turn to your future brother-in law, “Theseus. You can’t turn to the bottle. You need to come back to work. The ministry needs you now more than ever. The world needs you.” Theseus looks up at you and sighs, “How am I supposed to do it now that Leta’s gone.” Your heart breaks for him, and you squeeze his hands. “We’ll help you,” you promise. “Right Newt?” you add. Newt chimes in, “Of course we will.” Theseus, suddenly embarrassed picks himself up off the couch and walks into the kitchen. You and Newt follow. “I’ll return to the ministry tomorrow. Thank you,” he says sincerely. Newt awkwardly hugs his brother and then lets you say goodbye. “You can do this,” you tell him, planting a kiss to his cheek. He smiles at your encouragement. Turning back to Newt, you let him grab your hand and disapparate.

For you and Newt you spent most days doing research on blood pacts, determined to break the one Dumbledore had with Grindelwald. One sunny March day, you wake up next to Newt, and have to have him pull you up out of bed. “God this is getting so difficult,” you groan as he helps you stand up. Rubbing a hand on your sore stretching belly, you sigh. Wandering over to the closet you put on black trousers and a soft, thin, long sleeve lavender sweater. You insisted on wearing Newt’s old coat, it still smelled like him and New York. Placing a hand on your knee, you reach down and try to pick up your shoes. “Come on,” you mutter under your breath, trying to reach your fingers towards them. Behind you Newt looks on, slightly amused. “Almost got them,” you sweat. Newt strolls in beside you and sweeps your shoes up with one try. “Not fair,” you moan. Newt laughs and says, “Come darling. Let me help.” So you let him. Sitting on the bed, he gently slips the boots on your feet. Pulling you up, he brushes the hair from your face and says, “Ready to go my love?” You nod breathlessly. Everything was tiring these days. Newt wraps a protective arm around you and disapparates.

The two of you reappear in the waiting room of St. Mungo’s. “You go ahead and sit down, I’ll let the nurse know we’re here.” “Thanks,” you breathe as you sit down. Shortly Newt returns and places his hand in yours, waiting anxiously for the doctor. His leg thumped mercilessly, his whole demeanor exuding nervousness. “Newt honey,” you squeeze his hand, “This is normal to get a check up. Everything is fine. She’s going to be fine. I promise.” He nods, and lifts your hand to his lips, kissing it with gratitude. Soon the healer calls you into his office. Newt pulls you up from your seat and you walk to the room.

“And how are we today Scamander’s?” he asks cheerily. You smile, “We’re okay. I can move pretty well, except when I have to bend over.” The healer nods knowingly and says, “Yes that will happen towards the end.” Newt asks anxiously, “How far along is she exactly?” The healer passes his wand over your belly briefly before answering, “36 weeks.” Newt gulps audibly. Finishing up the appointment the healer declares, “Well you’re fine to continue regular activity. Just try not to overextend your energy okay?” You nod. “Thank you so much,” Newt shakes his hand. Returning to the waiting room you ask, “Ready to go see Albus?” Today was one of the days you would compare research on the blood pact with Dumbledore, so you would have to travel to Hogwarts. Newt moans, “I’m going to have to meet you there unfortunately darling. I need to check up with Theseus on any suspicious sightings.” You nod, “Okay. Just don’t be too long.” Newt kisses your forehead promising, “I won’t be. I love you darling.” “I love you too Newt,” you squeeze his hand and leave, disapparating for Hogwarts.

You met Dumbledore in his office, smiling at your former professor entranced in his work. “Professor Dumbledore?” you knock on the open door. He beams at you, “Y/n it’s so lovely to see you. And look how you glow.” You smile at his compliment. “Thank you,” you step into the office. Albus offers you a seat and a cup of tea. You take it gratefully. “Newt should be here in a few minutes,” you tell him. He nods. “How is your pregnancy going?” he asks politely. You smile, “Much faster now that Newt knows.” Dumbledore laughs lightheartedly saying, “Yes I imagine it would be.” Taking a sip of tea he continues, “Newt never got a chance to tell me, what are you having?” Beaming with pride you reply, “We’re having a girl.” Dumbledore breathes in awe, “That’s wonderful news. Congratulations.” Silence follows and the minutes tick by each second Newt doesn’t arrive. Breaking the silence Albus continues, “Have you thought of a name?” Grinning sheepishly you say, “I have.” He laughs and responds, “Well? Care to indulge me?” You lightly blush as you say the name you’d thought of in your head. “Demi.” Dumbledore nods thoughtfully, looking somewhat puzzled. You explain, “When I was pregnant, before the rally in Paris, I didn’t have anyone to talk care of me. Dougal, our demiguise stepped up and watched over me when Theseus couldn’t. I don’t think the baby would be here without him.” “That’s a beautiful sentiment,” Dumbledore tells you, briefly holding your hand.

When you finish your tea, you stand and begin to pace the floor of your old Professor’s office. “I’m sure he’ll be here soon,” he tries to reassure you. But Dumbledore can’t hide the flicker of concern on his own face. Biting your nails you decide not to comment. Because Newt should have been here by now, there was no doubt about that. You subconsciously place a hand on your belly whispering, “Don’t worry. Daddy will be here soon, I promise.” As if on cue, the cinnamon haired, freckled faced Magizoologist bursts through the door.

Dumbledore immediately urges, “What is it?” Newt replies breathless, “Grindelwald’s called his followers to Moscow. Another rally, but this time they plan to stand against the muggles.” “Oh god,” you gasp. This wasn’t good. “Then you must go,” Dumbledore announces. Newt sighs, “I suppose you’re right. And you still haven’t broken the pact?” Dumbledore shakes his head, “No. I still can’t fight against him.” Groaning in frustration Newt says, “Alright I’ll go.”

With heavy steps, you move forward and ask softly, “I suppose you’ll insist that I stay back here?” You’re shocked to hear Newt reply, “Absolutely not. I don’t want you out of my sight. Besides that I know you’ll follow no matter what and I would rather be able to protect you.” You grin like a fool. “Well let’s go then,” you close the distance and take his arm. Dumbledore approaches the both of you and says, “Please be careful. Don’t lose sight of what’s important.” Newt gulps and nods. And as he presses a kiss to your forehead, you disapparate to Russia.

When you arrive, Newt immediately pulls you into an alleyway. “What are you doing?” you hiss at him. He replies urgently, “Y/n, this isn’t like the other rallies. They’re going after muggles this time which means that they’re not holding back. They won’t hesitate to kill.” Gulping you respond, “Newt I know it’s scary, but I’m not sitting on the sidelines okay? It’s not gonna happen.” He groans loudly, cursing audibly. “Fine. Please stick close to me. And button up, I don’t want you to be a target,” Newt says trying to button his old coat over your belly. You laugh, “Newt it’s not gonna work. I’m 8 months pregnant. It’s not gonna button.” He doesn’t hide the fear on his face. There’s a loud blast that sounds from not that far away. “Stay close to me,” he repeats. He swiftly walks down the street, and you follow close behind.

Seconds later there was another loud blast and you watch with horror as a building not 100 feet away crumples. There’s wailing in the street as hundreds of injured muggles and wizards lay in the dust. Another loud crash and there’s more collapsing structures. “Oh god,” you gag as the smell of blood begins to fill the air. Theseus comes sprinting up to the two of you. “Search for survivors!” he shouts. So you reluctantly walk away from Newt, moving aside the rubble with your wand to check for any injured victims. Most of the bodies around you were already dead. Then there’s a tiny wailing coming from beneath a fallen door. Walking over as fast as you can, you lift the door with your wand and discover a tiny 4 year old boy, crying softly. Despite your massive belly, you bend down on your knees and grab the child’s hand. “Hey,” you get his attention. He flinches. “I’m not gonna hurt you,” you reassure him. His shockingly blue eyes stare up at you from underneath a pile of sandy locks. The boy had a large gash in his cheek, and various cuts and bruises, but other than that he seemed okay. He was petrified. “Let me help you. Can I take you to a safe place?” you ask him. Wordlessly, he nods. Channeling your motherly instincts, you scoop the boy into your arms, carrying away from the destruction.

Moving down the city block you call out, “Theseus? Newt? Anyone?” There’s a thick layer of smoke lying in the air. Coughing, you try to peer through it. A figure jogs up to you. It’s Theseus. “What’s going on? Where’s Newt?” he questions. You shake your head, “I don’t know, I don’t know. But where are we bringing the survivors? I need to get him to safety,” you gesture to the scared little boy in your arms. Theseus informs you, “There’s a tent set up with healers from St. Mungo’s down the block and around the corner. Keep looking for survivors when you’re done. I’m going to try and find Newt.” He doesn’t wait for a reply and instead turns and runs back into the smoke.

“Come on, let’s take you somewhere safe,” you murmur in the boys ear, trying to comfort him as you waddled down the block. He cries and whimpers into your shoulder. Trying to distract him you ask, “What’s your name?” He sniffles, “Dima.” You readjust him in your arms and say, “Well Dima we’re almost there.” Sure enough you round the corner and there’s a large tent with St. Mungo’s healers. “Dima before I let the nurses check on you, did you have any other family members with you back there?” He sobs, “No. I was out getting food for my momma and sister. Then that building collapsed.” You offer reassuring cooes and walk up to the first healer you see. Smiling, she waits for you to tell her the situation. “This is Dima,” you tell her, “He was found in the rubble under one of the collapsed buildings. I’m going to look for his family. Please watch over him.” The healer replies, “Of course we will take excellent care of Dima.” You set him down gently and kneel in front of him. “You’re going to go with this nice lady now okay? She’s going to make sure everything is alright.” He nods, sniffling. You wipe the tears from his cheeks and say, “Be safe Dima.” He wraps his small arms around you and gives you one last hug before taking the healer’s hand and walking away with her.

The smoke grew thicker. Covering your nose with the sleeve of Newt’s coat you cough, and push forward. “Newt! Theseus!” you shout into the air. It was eerily quiet. Then a female calls out, struggling to form words, “Y/n! Over here!” Following the voice you gasp as you happen upon Tina, who is lodged underneath piles of stone from one of the falling structures. Swallowing your nausea, you notice a bone protruding from her thigh, her leg clearly broken. Bending down to check on her you ask, “Tina are you alright?” She struggles to put words together, coughing profusely. Her eyes widen at the sight behind you and she manages to choke out, “Behind you!” Whipping around, you watched as one of Grindelwald’s followers approached. Their eyes were glued hungrily to Tina, a murderous glint in them. As they raise their wand, you shout, “Bombarda Maxima!” Stone rains around the woman, but she continues to advance towards you. “Protego!” you shield yourself and Tina from a lethal spell. Panic rises up in your throat. “Confringo!” you bellow. The woman is blasted back and knocked into a stone wall, becoming unconscious. Coughing you turn to Tina, “I have to obliviate her. Then you need medical attention.” Rushing forward to obliviate said woman, you’re stopped by a shooting pain running through your stomach. “Oh god!” you wail in pain. Worriedly, you press a hand to your stomach, concerned for your baby. A thick sense of dread fills you as you feel your pants grow wet. “Oh no,” you begin crying. You felt the baby drop. Another blast in the distance pulls your from your daze and you pull yourself together, suppressing your sense of impending doom.

Ignoring the woman who attacked Tina, you walk doubled over to Tina, as a contraction washes over you. “Ahhh!” you moan in pain. When you reach Tina she looks at you worriedly. Standing above her, the rubble left dirt all over your face and your hair falls around you in frizzy strands. You clutch your stomach and groan out, “Tina. The baby. She’s coming.” Still useless with her broken leg Tina doesn’t hesitate in telling you, “Go!” You shake your head, “But Tina you’ll be trapped here!” She objects, “Y/n, someone will find me. Your baby is coming now. Grindelwald is here, you need to go. Now!” It takes everything you have in you to tear yourself away from her but you leave her with a promise, “I’ll come back. I’ll make sure someone finds you!” She simply responds, “Go!”

As you struggled to continue you, the contractions grew more intense. You soon realize you’re not going to be able to keep walking like this. Another contraction hits you and you squeeze your eyes shut, willing away the pain. Your legs give out beneath you and you cry out in pain. “Newt!” you shriek your fiance’s name into the air. Muttering through the contractions you whisper to your belly, “Just hold on baby girl. Please hold on.” “Newt!” you shriek again, hopeless. “Merlin’s beard,” you grit your teeth. Pulling out your wand you send a patronus to Newt, only managing to get out the phrase, “She’s coming now. St. Mungo’s tent.” Sending the patronus off with your last bit of energy you close your eyes briefly. In a last ditch effort you send red sparks up into the air, above the smoke, signaling you needed help.

Time crawled as you pushed through your contractions, swallowing the pain. “Please baby girl just hold on a little longer,” you speak down to your bump. Another contraction hits and you moan in agony, your surroundings beginning to spin. “Oh no,” you slap your cheek, trying to stay focused. You could not faint now. Absolutely not. Footsteps echo in your ear, seemingly surreal. Looking up, you see Theseus standing above you.

The sleeve of his suit jacket was torn and blood dripped from a gash on his forehead, but he was there. He found you. “Thes,” you grunt, reaching for his hand. His eyes nearly drill a hole in your head, his look filled with worry. “Y/n what’s happening?” he pleads. Sweat dripping from your forehead you manage to gasp out, “Baby. She’s coming. Now.” Theseus’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. He babbles, “We’ll get you to the medical tent. Come on.” He grabs your hand to disapparate but you stop him. “Theseus I can’t disapparate. The baby,” you beg. Without a second thought your future brother-inlaw scoops your heavily pregnant body into his arms and carries you away. He jogs as quickly as he can towards the medical tent.

Meanwhile Newt finished fending off another one of Grindelwald’s followers. And before he can even breathe a sigh of relief, your glowing white patronus approaches him. His mind goes fuzzy as he hears you utter, “She’s coming now. St. Mungo’s tent.” “Oh god,” he runs a hand through his hair, his worry consuming him.

Theseus rushes into the tent, nearly dropping you. “I need a healer!” he shouts frantically. A young woman approaches and quickly assesses the situation. “How many contractions?” she asks as her and Theseus move you onto a cot. Theseus looks to you to answer the question. “Maybe 20,” you grunt as another one hits. Another healer comes with a wet cloth and wipes the sweat from your eyes. “Deep breathes,” she urges. Theseus politely turns away as they assess how far along you are in delivering. The first healer declares, “You’re nearly there. Just a couple more contractions and it’ll be time to deliver.” Panic fiils you. “Where’s Newt? I sent him a message,” you moan and squirm in pain. Theseus crashes to his knees beside you, letting you squeeze his hand. “He’ll be here. He’ll be here,” he reassures you. Squeezing his hand till it’s purple you push through another contraction. “Theseus,” you begin. Knowing you well he shakes his head immediately, “I’m not leaving you alone. I won’t leave. At least not until Newt gets here.”

Not knowing where it is, Newt apparates to where the two of you first arrived and searches around desperately for any sign of medical staff. “Y/n!” he cries out. He feels hopeless, but then a ministry wizard passes him. Grabbing him by the collar Newt begs, “Where is the medical tent?” The man wordlessly points to the left. Newt races in that direction and sees the tent growing closer, pushing him to run harder to get to his girls.

“Aghhh!” you cry out in pain, this time pulling at fists of fabric on Theseus’s suit jacket. Theseus dabs your forehead with the cloth, murmuring comforting thoughts. “Newt’s not here yet,” you sob helplessly. The healer checks you and announces, “She’s ready to come out. You’re going to have to push now.” Despair fills you. “Please he’s not here yet!” you beg. The healer sympathizes but states, “I can’t slow this baby down.” Suddenly your prayers were answered as your tall fiance with cinnamon hair barrelled towards you. “I’m here my love I’m here,” he announces, crashing onto his knees beside you. “Y/n 20 seconds until you push,” the healer declares. Groaning, you grab Theseus by his tie and plead between sharp gasps, “Thes. Tina. Trapped under rubble. Her leg. Broken. Find her!” Theseus nods and promises, “I’ll find her.” He leaves without a second look.

Newt knelt beside you whispering a thousand apologies in your ear. “Y/n it’s time to push,” the healer declares. “I can’t. I can’t do this. I can’t be a mother,” you sob into Newt’s chest, admitting your worst fears. Newt assures you, “If anyone can do this you can. I’m right here. I won’t let anything happen to her. You can do this. Now push, push as hard as you can.” Nodding at your fiance, you squeeze your eyes shut tight, grinding your teeth. White hot pain flashes through your lower half as you deliver your precious child. And then the pain is replaced by an immediate release of pressure. Sighing, you collapse against Newt’s upper body, which leaned over the cot supporting you. Then your world shifted.

Soft, tiny wails fill your senses. Immediately you blink your eyes open, searching for you daughter. Turning your neck, you see her lying in her father’s arms who stood above you, cradling her so gently. The sight stole all of your breath away. Newt’s mixed green eyes were filled with emotion as he stared down at his child. You’d never seen him so transfixed before. Watching silently, you listen as Newt’s voice shakes, “You are so beautiful. Just like your mother.” You manage a small laugh, “Thanks.” Newt’s eyes shoot down to you and he smiles. Scooting over, you motion for Newt to sit down beside you with your daughter. He sits next to you and croaks, “I never thought I could love something so much.” You nod knowingly, “I know what you mean.” Newt presses a kiss to your forehead and asks, “Do you want to hold your daughter?” You nod, overcome with emotion. Newt hands you your beautiful girl and you look upon your bundle of joy for the first time.

She instantly moved you to tears. With tiny cinnamon curls and freckles just like her father, her eyes blinked back at you, the same color as your own. She scrunched her nose and cooed softly. “Oh she’s perfect,” you breathe. Newt nods. “I love her so much,” Newt brushes the soft baby curls from his daughter’s forehead. Then he asks, “What should we call her?” You immediately respond, “Demi. It has to be Demi. When you were in Paris Dougal took care of me. She wouldn’t be alive without his help.” Newt is overcome with emotion but manages to choke out, “This is why I love you,” at the idea of you naming your child after one of his creatures. “So Demi?” you ask. “Demi,” he confirms. Demi seems to like this as she cooes with contentment, flashing her large eyes at you. “I would do anything for her,” Newt states. You nod, agreeing with him. A crash pulls you from your daze to the entrance of the tent. Theseus stumbles in, carrying Tina in his arms. “Oh thank god,” you sigh in relief at Tina finally getting medical attention. Once she’s tended to Theseus starts to walk over.

His gaze falls to his niece and you hear him take in a sharp gasp. “My god she’s gorgeous,” he whispers. You smile, “I know.” Newt asks his brother, “Would you like to hold her?” Theseus nods eagerly. So Newt hands his brother his newborn daughter and watches as he stares adoringly at his niece. “What’s happening out there?” you cautiously ask Theseus. Tearing his gaze from Demi he says, “The situation is contained. For now. The department of the Statute of Secrecy as well as the healers will take it from here. We have 30 attackers in custody. I have to go to the ministry soon. But I couldn’t without meeting my niece first.” You grin at his affection for the tiny girl. Looking to Newt, you both think the same thing. Newt nods his head in approval so you ask, “Thes? Will you be her godfather?” Moved to tears, he nods his head emphatically. After another five minutes of staring at his godchild, Theseus sighs, “I have to get going. But I want you two to stay home and enjoy this. Keep her safe.” Handing Demi back to you Theseus asks, “What’s her name?” You grin, “You might not get it. But her name’s Demi.” Theseus manages to suppress an eyeroll and replies, “I grew up with Newt. I understand exactly.” Smiling you whisper, “Thank you Theseus. For finding me earlier.” He nods. Pressing a kiss to Demi’s tiny forehead, he reluctantly leaves.

Hours pass as you and Newt stare lovingly at your child while you regain your energy. After introducing Tina to your precious baby girl, Newt admits, “I would very much like to go back home with your now.” “Me too,” you sigh. You hand the baby to Newt, trusting him to disapparate with her. Taking his other hand, your brand new family goes home.

It felt good to be back in your London home. You sit on the couch in the living room, cradling Demi, while Newt puts your coats away. A thought occurs to you. “Newt?” He walks over to you planting a kiss to your cheek before answering with a soft, “Hmmm?” You laugh, “We don’t have a nursery.” Newt laughs with you, “No we don’t do we.” A small paw tugs at your pants and you look down to see your daughter’s namesake, Dougal the Demiguise. “Dougal what is it?” you ask him. He turns and saunters off, leaving you and Newt to follow.

He walks into the bedroom you share with Newt and proudly presents a white wicker baby bassinet. “Dougal it’s beautiful,” you praise him. He smiles proudly. Gently, you sit on your bed and rock Demi as she softly mewls. Newt watches on, transfixed by the beauty of you holding his child, the girl that was as much like you as she was like him. His daughter. He felt an overwhelming sense of pride. Wordlessly he sits down beside you, draping an arm around your shoulders. Dougal tip toes with curiosity, anxious to see the child he protected inside you. Holding her down to his height you tell him, “Dougal, this is Demi. Our baby.” Dougal brushes her tiny curl from her face and smiles widely at the tiny child. He gently squeezes her tiny hand with his own and admires her quietly. When he’s content, he walks back down stairs.

You could sit there for hours, staring at this gorgeous human being. “I love that she has your curls and freckles,” you confess to Newt. He chuckles, “And I love that she has your eyes.” Leaning into Newt’s chest, you let your daughter rest in between the two of you. “We’re so unbelievably lucky,” you whisper. Newt replies, “I’m lucky. I have the two most beautiful girls in the world.” He presses a kiss to the side of your head and breathes in your ear, “I love you so much. You have given me the greatest gift.” You beam with pride, “I love you too Newt.” And neither of you sleep that night. Instead, you both watch from the bed, snuggled tightly together, gazing upon your sleeping angel.

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