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hannahmcne · 5 years ago

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Don’t You Leave

It was awful. Horrible. Excruciating. Hands-down the worst experience of his life, and he still couldn't bring himself to say it was a mistake.

Her screams were echoing in his ears and overlapping with the echoes of the last screams that still hadn't faded and Ben felt like screaming himself because everything about this situation was wrong.

She hadn't cried with Zach. Grit her teeth, yeah. Gasped in pain a couple of times, of course. She had definitely snapped at him about how 'We are never doing this again' and 'this is all your fault', but her voice had been level and she had been in control and there had been no screaming. Now, she couldn't stop.

And there was so much blood.

"Something is ruptured," The doctor shook his head. "This isn't normal. She needs an emergency interveinal." And Ben could agree because, yeah, this wasn't anything like his first son. Mal had never needed a doctor with their first son. He'd begged her to let him call one but she'd rolled her eyes and said she'd rather not and so he'd kept the number to the hospital open on his phone so he could call them with a single tap and then just held her hand while they waited. Now, for the first time in her life, Mal had requested a doctor. Because something was wrong. This wasn't normal.

He wiped her forehead with a cool cloth as he listened to the doctors and nurses debate back and forth, wondering if she could hear them over her own screams. Every scream was like a nail being shoved into his skin. And then removed slowly, millimeter by millimeter. She'd never screamed before. Not once. And now her voice was going hoarse with every breath and every pain wave.

"I can't even tell how close she is! There's too much blood!" A nurse declared, and Ben squeezed his eyes shut and leaned down to kiss Mal's forehead, squeeze her hand a little tighter than she was squeezing his.

"We'll get through this," He whispered. "You're going to be alright."

It was the first time he'd ever had to assure her of that.

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The first time it came up, it wasn't their anniversary party – it was Jay and Lonnie's. Their first one. An important one. The party was loud. People were celebrating. People who knew Lonnie from swords and shields and Jay from tourney. Jay was challenging Lonnie and the two were playing darts with Lonnie swaying from the two drinks she'd had while Jay smirked as he raised a sixth to his mouth.

Evie was outside, trying to quell her crying two-year-old when Mal stomped back over and dropped into Ben's side, shifting the entire couch in her direction before she let out a dramatic sigh.

Jane, Doug, and Ben all laughed. "What Auradon thing are you cursing now?" Jane asked, reaching over and pulling on the edge of Mal's sleeve, which was decorated with lots of long, black fringe.

"Children!" Mal snapped. "Ugh! They're revolting!"

The three laughed again because they all knew Mal secretly loved Evie's little boy. Maybe not as much as she loved his mother's face when she'd drop him off covered in mud, but he was still okay in her book because he was Evie's and Evie loved him. So Mal loved him through extension of Evie and also through the extension of Ben and Carlos, who adored their nephew equally. However, their laughter quickly fizzled out as Mal continued her rant.

"They're so small you trip over them and they smell like public restrooms and when they want your attention they yank on your clothes and – ugh!" Mal pressed the base of her palms into her eyes in frustration. "Who even thought of children? Who even wants children? Sticky hands and then they get hyper and they scream and cry and you have to teach them how to reuse the bathroom every other minute…"

Doug closed his mouth and turned his head to the side, examining her. Jane's smile dropped and she turned her head to see how Doug and Ben were reacting to this. Ben put an elbow up on the back of the couch and covered his mouth with his hand as he watched Mal – who he'd been married to for almost four years – complain.

"And then you have to argue with them to get them to eat and buckle up and go where you need them to go… they're just so frustrating! I don't understand why anyone would want children!" Mal finally finished her spiel and dropped her hands onto her legs in frustration, staring blankly at the wall ahead of her.

"Hmm," Ben acknowledged her points wordlessly. The half of his face that was uncovered barely showed any emotion, but something about his tone made Mal turn. She took in his face, the slouch of his spine, his elbow up over the back of the couch, and the way he was examining her, and her shoulders dropped.

"No," She told him.

"No?" Doug asked.

"No," Mal shook his head. "No, Ben, don't tell me…"

Ben dropped his hand and removed his arm, straightening out his button-down shirt as he looked away with the tiniest hint of amusement over to where Carlos was dangling a dog toy over Dude's head while Jay's friends laughed. "Actually, I want children," He told her, only half facing her before he crossed his arms and tilted his head to watch her expression out of the corner of his eye.

"No!" Mal moaned, shoulders slumped as she looked at him. Her expression was reminiscent of someone who had just watched a kitten die. She was acting as if he had decided to reenact the Isle of the Lost so he could send her back. "Why? They're not fun!"

"Ah-huh," Ben nodded, not protesting in the slightest.

"Ben, they're messy and irritable and they wake you up in the middle of the night to climb into your bed. They leave toys everywhere and they haul stuff out and leave it…" She pressed her fingertips to her forehead. "Why would you want children?"

"Yes," Ben agreed simply, as if she wasn't protesting a dream of his. Mal's shoulders sank lower. He looked at her, tracing her features, and a smile slid across his mouth. "They'd probably have your hair and your pout, and you'd give in every time they asked for candy because the secret would be you try and steal some just as much as they would. You'd go absolutely insane if they had either your magic or my big words, and you'd hate when they cried and you'd scream at everyone after they kept you up. And if they sing in the shower like you do when they get older, you'll plug your ears every time."

Mal sank further into the couch, groaning. Doug and Jane exchanged an impressed look. Everyone knew Mal had Ben wrapped around her little finger, but it wasn't often they stopped to consider that it was the exact same thing the other way around.

"But," Ben sighed, looking away from Mal with a smirk as he popped the first button on his shirt open and leaned back, "I'd probably have to remind you of all that. I mean, I always have to remind you of the things you don't like about me. I bet that you'd be the kind of person to cry the first time you hear them call you mom."

Mal wrinkled her lips up like she'd been given something that was exceptionally sour. She crossed her arms and sank so far into the couch that the cushions tickled her cheeks when she huffed. "I hate you," she scowled.

Ben snorted and picked up her hand to squeeze it. "Sure," he agreed, and somehow that was a victory.

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It wasn't now. Now the sounds of her screams were hammering in his ears and his skin had turned to spiders that walked on little pins they were driving into his flesh. He leaned towards her, squeezing her hand even tighter while the doctors worked frantically.

They were bringing out a heart monitor and a scalpel. An IV with painkillers. They were asking him if he wanted to leave. Mal looked up, terrified. No, no.

He kissed her knuckles and didn't budge.

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Ben pretended to be listening as he glanced behind Chad's head at the clock on the wall. Forty seconds. Forty seconds and then he could snap his binder closed and call the meeting to a halt until tomorrow.

"This system could put more raw lumber into Dun Broch, yes, but we also have to consider Oceania's forests are already unhealthy from the ocean wall they had," Chad explained. "I think we should continue pulling from Charmington for another two years while we finish healing that ecosystem. After that, we can begin restoration there."

"And go back and forth?" Tiancum asked. "I think it'd be better to begin pulling from Oceania now and then ease the burden on Charmington so we can have both restoration processes going at the same time."

Melody shook her head. "I don't think there's enough land for both the loggers and the conservation efforts to coincide." She looked down the table to Ben. "King Ben, what do you think?"

Ben hummed, drummed his fingers on the table, and then watched the hour hand of the clock shift to five. "I think," he sighed, leaning forward and not bothering to hide the smile that crossed his face, "That it's five o'clock and time for you all to go home. I'll look at whatever we did last time this was an issue and get back to you all tomorrow."

Everyone simultaneously turned to look at the clock and sighed in exasperation, relief, and exhaustion. Only Melody wrinkled her nose. "I see," she began flatly. "And so we're going to push this issue back to the end of our meeting tomorrow?"

"No, it'll be addressed right after the opening remarks," Ben decided, pushing his chair back. "But right now, it is five o'clock, and all of you are released. I am officially out of office." He waved. "Goodbye."

Audrey snorted. She was sat to Ben's immediate left, in the place the queen would be if she were sitting in on this meeting. "Someone's eager to get out," she commented. "Hot date tonight?"

"Nope," Ben shook his head with a bright smile. "I'm just looking forward to family time. Just me, my son, and my sunshine."

"Ah, I see," Audrey chuckled. "Because 'sun' and 'son' sound similar. Aren't you clever?"

The doors opened. People began to leave, chattering amicably about plans for the weekend and their recent lives. Someone yelped in surprise as someone pushed past them, rushing into the room. It was a person about three feet tall with sandy blonde hair, who giggled as he dashed around the table. Ben faked a gasp of shock and put his hands down to sweep the child off the floor and into his arms. "Ah! It's a monster!" He yelled as he pinned the child's arms to his sides and danced his fingers up and down his belly.

"No it's not!" the boy yelled as he laughed and writhed in Ben's arms. "It's me, dad!"

"Ah, I see," Ben nodded. "It's a Zach Monster!" He continued mercilessly tickling the child as the last few remaining advisors rolled their eyes and looked on with amused smiles. Zach managed to catch his father's face in between his hands and then sat on his legs to squish Ben's face. Ben complied, pursing his lips into a fish face that Zach immediately tried to mimic. He and Audrey both began to laugh as they watched Zach try to make his lips look the way Ben had.

"How much do I love you?" Ben asked Zach, and Zach flung his arms out on both sides.

"This much!" He whispered, like it was a secret between him and Ben.

"Nope, more than that!" Ben laughed and caught a glimpse of purple in the side of his vision. His smile broadened even more. "You know, dad loves you a lot, but there's one person he loves a lot more. Do you know who?"

"Me!" Zach whispered.

"Nope!" Ben shook his head and turned his son around to point at the person in the now-empty doorway. "Who's that?"

"Mommy!" Zach exclaimed, waving as Mal blushed, chuckled, and then made her way over to stand with a hand on Ben's chair as Zach squished Ben's face up to see the fish face again.

"Hello, beautiful," Ben paused long enough to stick his tongue out at Zach. "How was your day?"

"Busy," Mal shrugged with a little smile. "This one keeps me on my toes." She brushed off something on Zach's sleeve with a sigh. "He's got enough energy for the both of us."

"Did you wear mom out?" Ben asked Zach seriously. The little boy broke off into giggles and curled into his chest. Ben kissed the top of his head and squeezed him tightly in response.

Mal's hand moved from the back of the chair to Ben's shoulder. He glanced up at her as she nodded down at Zach. "How does another one of him sound?" she mumbled.

Audrey's eyes went a little wide as she glanced over to see Ben tilt his head, processing. "Eventually?" he asked. "Or nine months from now?"

"Eight, actually," Mal corrected softly. "But getting close to seven."

Ben looked down as Zach as Zach looked up and put his hands softly to Ben's cheeks. Ben's face broke out into an even wider grin. "Okay," he nodded and laughed. "Alright."

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They never ended up getting the IV into her. Or the scalpel. Because about twenty seconds after the heart monitor was hooked up, The baby's head managed to turn enough for one of the nurses to use her hands to literally reach into Mal and help him get unstuck. Ben could tell the pain was blinding, but then one arm and one leg came out, and then-

There was a very loud, shrill noise coming from his right. Mal had stopped screaming. Or maybe he'd gone deaf and that was what the ringing was. He glanced over – what was that sound?

The heart monitor was screaming at them. The line across it was flat.

Ben reached forward and cupped Mal's cheek in his hand. He expected her to look up at him, but her head lolled. And it was then that Ben realized the doctors were all rushing around, shouting. From the emergency equipment that had come with them came a pair of defibrillators. He was wrenched back and made to stand by the door. One of the nurses hurried by and pressed the newborn into his hands before returning to the bedside to try and revive his mother.

A boy. It was a boy. But Ben could hardly see anything through the shock.

What had happened? What was happening?

It seemed like eternities of noise and rush before everything stopped. The doctor flipped off the monitor and turned around to stare at him forlornly. And that was when the reality began to crash down on Ben.

"I'm sorry, your majesty," he whispered. "The pain was just… too much for her."

What? For Mal? Powerful Mal? Fae Mal?

Ben handed the baby, who he hadn't even taken a proper look at yet, back to the nurse. "Please," He mumbled. "Clean him off."

The other nurse, whose eyes were brimming with tears as she hobbled to the door, didn't say a word to him. He heard the door unlock before she squealed: "She's gone!" to the whole world.

The doctor pulled a sheet over Mal's body. The sweat across her brow had frozen.

Ben stumbled back to her side, where he'd spent ages trying to support her, and squeezed her cold, increasingly hard hand. Oh gods, she couldn't be dead. How could she be dead? How had this happened?

He could hear his mother crying out in the hall. What was he going to tell Zach? How was he going to get on without his fairy? What was he going to do?

"Your majesty," the nurse who'd taken the new baby mumbled. She passed him the child back, cleaned off, and Ben felt tears coming on as he looked down and realized the child had a head full of purple hair. Her hair.

"Time of death," the doctor began to say, but Ben cut him off.

"Everyone out, please," he commanded. He rose to his feet and began to escort everyone to the door. "Out, now," he called.

His mother was hovering in the doorway, trying to see her daughter-in-law. Ben handed her the new baby, who was still sniffling, and guided her back out. "I need some time alone with her," he told everyone.

Zach was waiting behind his grandfather, glancing around cautiously as nurses and grandma all began to cry. "Mom?" He called, craning his head into the room. "Mom?"

Ben turned him back around gently and shut the door. He locked it for good measure.

Everything felt so empty. Their room, their space, their lives had been violated. Ben tripped over the sheets which had been stripped from the bed earlier and then gathered them up. He could hardly bear to see them. He kicked the door to the bathroom open and dumped everything into the tub before returning to the bedroom and doing the same with anything else he could find. Even the scalpel was dumped into the sink and the IV pushed behind the door before Ben shut the door tightly on anything hospital and returned to his seat beside the bed.

He pushed the chair right up against Mal's bedside.

He pulled the sheet down that was covering her grey face and cool flesh.

When he took her hand to cup it tightly, it was hard and not warm or soft at all. Tears did brim in his eyes then as his stomach turned. They burned his cheeks as he bowed his head and began to sob over her. Sobbing for lost memories and all their hard work and the fact he didn't have another half anymore.

His fingertips ached towards the switch of the heart monitor, which had been left untouched in his rampage. He flipped it on and listened to the soft whining.

Then, he removed his coat and set it over the back of the chair. He rolled up his white sleeves up to his elbows and squeezed Mal's hand even tighter. Then, the words started spilling out of his throat before he could stop them. "I know you're still here," he snapped. And as he spoke, they were true. He could feel the magic in her presence. He could still feel her love.

"I know you wouldn't have left me that fast. Because you love me too much. You wouldn't have died without me."

Ben hiccupped and scrubbed at his eyes before reaching for her other hand too.

"I still need you," he announced. "You promised you would be here. From those first moments we were together until the last time we fall asleep together, you promised you would be here. And I, Mal Bertha, am holding you to that promise."

Mal remained still. Nothing moved. Still, he set his jaw and kept talking.

"How am I supposed to raise them without you, Mal?" he asked. "How could I ever be King without you as my Queen? How am I ever going to love anything ever again?" He let go of her hands and cupped her cheeks. "Don't you remember me? Don't you remember everything we've done. No one has ever fought for you like I have. We have something. We're real. I know these last months have been purgatory for you. I know there were moments you wished you could go back to the Isle instead. You know I wished it could be me instead. For whatever the weight of these words are, I will gladly pay three times my punishment for this ordeal if you'll just come back to me."

He was pleading with a body. The dead body of his marvelous wife. But it wasn't as if he had any other options left. "Faeries don't break promises," he whispered to her. "I know it's been hard and I know you've been hurt. But you promised me, Mal. Please, don't leave me." Then, with every ounce of strength he could conjure behind his words, he made his final imploration. "I'm begging you."

Nothing happened, which was a bit insulting because Ben had always heard that there was power in the begging of a king. His words must already be true – he was no king without a queen. Tears clouded his vision again and he collapsed onto Mal's chest, sobbing uncontrollably. She was gone, she was gone, she was gone.

He was crying so hard that he almost missed the first beep. It caught him so off guard that he sat, gasping for breath, before the second one reached his ears. Then, he jumped back up.

The heart monitor had come back to life and, while it had started out slow, was beginning to pick up a steady rhythm. Ben stared down at Mal as her cheeks began to take color again and she took a long, deep breath. How? How could this be? Already, she'd been gone for almost twenty minutes.

Ben leaned forward and cupped her cheeks. Her eyes fluttered open and she gasped for breath. He kept his hands on her face, combing through her hair with his fingertips, as her eyes sought out something to focus on. What they found him, he watched her mouth fall slack with shock.

"How did you do that?" she mumbled.

Ben just cupped her cheek and began to cry again as he sobbed in relief. "Let's call it True Love's Fatal Fight," he suggested, then practically threw himself into her embrace. Shaky hands tangled into his hair and traced down his back as he cried himself to pieces atop her. He should be comforting her right now, but he couldn't get over the fact he'd almost lost her, and then she'd come back.

"It's okay now," she mumbled in his ear. "I… can't believe that happened."

"Don't you leave me," Ben hiccupped, scrubbing at his eyes. "Don't you dare do that again."

"Ben?" Mal gasped and then tried to sit up, looking frantically around the room. "The baby. Where are they? Are they-" she broke off with tears of her own forming.

"No, no," Ben shook his head and squeezed her hands. "They're outside. A boy. Mom has him." He kissed both of her cheeks. "Do you – I mean – do you want to see him?"

Mal relaxed, giving his hands a last squeeze, and nodded. "Okay," she mumbled softly.

It took a lot of courage to pry himself off of her and to detach himself from her side, but he managed to struggle away and stumble to the door before unlocking it and revealing the scene behind the door.

Evie, Jay, Carlos, and Hades had all arrived. They were slumped in a huddle with Belle and Adam. Evie was holding onto Zach, who looked bewildered but very solemn as everyone around him cried. Everyone else was huddled over Belle's shoulder, crying over the new baby.

It had been a very long eight months and now, to them, they'd lost one of the closest members of their family.

"Ben," Hades murmured upon seeing him appear in the doorway. "Ben. Are you alright?"

The question was said with some hesitation, as if his father-in-law was aware of how ridiculous the question was. Ben didn't respond. He only held out his hand at a child's level and cleared his throat. "Zach?" He called. "Do you want to come see Mom?"

Evie gave him a look that said, quite clearly, "Are you insane?"

Zach wrestled out of her stunned grip and hurried into the room. Ben stepped forward to take the baby from Belle. "Sorry," he mumbled. "She wants to see him now."

"What?" Jay demanded in a bewildered tone. Ben ignored them all and re-entered the room. Zach had climbed up on the bed beside his mom, ignoring all the sweat and filth covering her. Mal was hugging him tightly, kissing his forehead and petting her hands down his back. When she saw Ben with the Newborn, she outstretched a hand but kept Zach pinned tightly to her other side. Ben nestled the new boy into her other arm, pressed up against her ribs, and watched the newborn stop crying at her familiar heartbeat. Zach glanced curiously at the new baby while Ben laid down beside Mal and curled into her side, emotionally exhausted. Mal seemed beyond happy and content now that all three of her boys were nestled against her skin.

Everyone followed him in. He heard delighted and bewildered and shocked gasps as the family crowded in. The heart monitor was still beeping along silently. Ben couldn't be bothered to explain anything to anyone or flip off the machine as he wrapped his arms around every member of his tiny family and began kissing Mal's cheek intermittently.

"You're alive!" Belle exclaimed as Hades stepped to the side of the bed opposite Ben and ran his thumb down his daughter's cheek to wipe away tears. "We thought – the maid told us you had flatlined."

Mal blushed and briefly unwrapped one of her arms to catch her tears before they could drop onto either Zach or the newborn. "I did," she affirmed. "It was really weird. One moment there was a lot of pain and then the next I was walking around my bed trying to figure out what had happened."

"You died," Hades muttered, swallowing. "I felt it. But you didn't leave or anything."

"I was starting to," Mal blushed. "But Ben threw everyone out and, well, brought me back."

At this, Ben turned his face further into her shoulder. He didn't want to think about it right now. His reluctance to speak didn't stop everyone else(especially his father-in-law) from wanting answers.

"What? How?"

"He brought you back?"

Mal shifted her hand to comb through Ben's hair. "I think it was a lot of things," she mumbled. "But the last thing was when he asked me to come back. I just… melted straight back into my body."

"He asked you to come back and so you jumped back into your body?"

"He also said I'd promised him and I couldn't break that promise because I'm-"

"Mal," Ben cut her off by mumbling her name into her neck. "Don't tell them."

"Why not?" Adam demanded, miffed. But Mal nodded.

"You're right," she mumbled, leaning her head onto Ben's. "It's our story. Ours."

"Please," Ben looked up then and skimmed his eyes around the group. "Can you leave us for a while? We've been through a lot. One of us just died." He nuzzled closer to Mal's neck. "We'll come out in a while. Just let our family be alone for a while."

Belle was the first person to comply and move back to the door. Mal started kissing Zach's and the new baby's heads, occasionally reaching up to touch Ben's face and neck. Hades was the last person to leave. He hesitated, examining Ben with a newfound respect. Ben had always sensed a little… distance in between him and Hades but couldn't feel any of that now. Apparently straying through the rules regarding the realm of death – Hades's Realm – was enough to finally earn equal standing with Mal's dad.

The door shut softly. Zach twisted and put his arms around Mal's neck. Her skin was still sticky with sweat, but none of the three people piled on her minded. "Mommy?' he mumbled. "Did you go away?'

"Only for a little while," Mal whispered. "But it's okay. I'm back now and Daddy and I are going to stay together with you boys."

Zach nodded and set the side of his head against her collarbone. The new baby let out a sigh, yawned, and closed their eyes to fall asleep on her. Ben moved his arms to better hug all three people, kissed Mal's head, and closed his eyes again. "You promise you aren't going anywhere?" He mumbled against her skin.

"I promise," she replied.

"Good," he whispered. "I love you."

"I love you too."

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harveywritings92 · 5 years ago

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This Life is mine: Jacob Frye x OC

The following is a non profit fan based story Assassin's creed belongs to Ubisoft please support the official release.

I gain no profit from this nor do I own anything other then OCs and whatever sprouts from my imagination. Thanks for reading!

[Elliott "Ellie" Addison Morgan novice assassin also a daughter and victim of a Templar wannabe. Was raised to be her father's perfect little doll, Elliott knew nothing but scorn and disapproval from her father, who viewed her as nothing more then a bargaining chip to marry off and increase his social status, just like her sister who is now missing, Elliott would be damned if she going end up like her sister, especially when she found out her father planned to wed her to Crawford Starrick, she escaped and stowed-away on a train not thinking it was occupied by a couple of Assassins...]

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She did it... she actually did it! Elliott wanted to laugh out loud and scream with joy from the rooftops that she was free! She was finally free! the brunette had her doubts that her plan would work, but it did!

She knew her father wanted Starrick's approval so badly and his bullheaded thirst to win, caused his fat head to be shoved so far up his own ass; he wouldn't have noticed that his own daughter had switched places with a maid!

Elliott slowed down pulled the brown trench coat closer to body adjusted her hat when someone ran passed her, she when she was sure the coast was clear she used eagle vision to follow the clues to the hiding spot where Clyde had hid her gear, The blue eyed girl smiled when she found it, grabbed the suitcase and ran down the street towards the train station.

Elliott's smile faltered a bit when she saw the empty terminal save for a single train, she quietly approached a man who appeared to be the repair man, Elliott hesitated before the sounds of her father's search party got closer in the distance. "Hey are there seats available?" She asked quickly causing the man to jump by her sudden appearance.

"Wha-What" the man stammered "Seats man, are there any seats available?"the blue eyed woman asked glancing over her shoulder the back at the man who looked very confused. "Uh, no this a private train ma'am it don't-" Elliott handed him a stunning sum of money about 200 pounds, the man eyes bugged out of his skull and counted it before nodding. "Alright, you can hide out in the fourth car, no one uses it. but if we get caught? you're on your own." He said leading her to the unused storage car he unlocked it and helped Elliott inside.

"Thank you." the man just nodded and closed the door leaving Elliott alone in the dark and with her thoughts, Soon she felt the train lurch as it started to move away from the station, Elliot wasn't sure how she sat there staring out the small window at the sky or how long it had been since she'd escaped, but soon she sighed contently and drifted off to sleep.

the following morning Agnes was was and ready to switch her shift with Bob when she found him looking like a kid on Christmas counting a wad of cash, her brow furrowed as she approached him "Where'd you get that money?" she demanded as he tried to hide the notes behind his back. "Uh, I found it?" the portly woman wasn't having it! she held her hand out and Bob pouted and reluctantly handed the money over she counted and gawked the amount.

"There's over 200 pounds here! where did yo-" The Frye twins who overheard the commotion came to see what the problem was? Agnes explained how she just came to switch with Bob and found him counting a wad of notes, Both were stunned at the amount and asked how he obtained it? The engineer stuck to his guns that he found it! But the twins clearly weren't buying it, After going back and fourth Bob finally gave in.

"Car four, she's in car four...Can I have my money back?"

"No." Both Evie and Jacob huffed as the male twin pocketed the cash in his jacket intending to give it back to whoever snuck onto their train...Then kick them off. "Aww.." Bob moaned dismayed before Agnes berated him that it served him right taking money from strangers and letting them stowaway on Bertha.

Both Jacob and Evie were hesitant about entering the car they weren't sure what to expect, Jacob went in first much to his sister's annoyance, they were both highly skilled assassin's she didn't need him protecting her! But that didn't stop him from trying. Both scanned the dusty car for any signs of someone life, before Evie's eyes landed on a small figure curled up between two crates, she nudged her brother who followed her gaze.

The two found the figure to be a sleeping girl around their age maybe younger, with brown wavy hair wearing a worn out brown jacket and maid's uniform sleeping without a care in the world hugging a suitcase to her side. Both twins looked at each other before Jacob tapped the girl in the ribs with his foot. "Oi you, time to wake up!" he ordered the girl gasped and her eyes fluttered opened looked around confused as Evie yanked her brother back.

"You could've just asked her to wake-up, you didn't need to kick her!"

"I didn't kick her! I tapped her, there's difference!"

The two argued hospitality methods as Elliott awkwardly watched them, she assumed Braids and Top-hat were the owners of the train she had snuck on to for the night, not really sure how to talk to them she just kind of stayed quiet, until she felt sneeze coming on she let it loose both twins turned to her and barked. "Bless you!" then went back to arguing before Jacob remembered what they were doing and shook his head. "Wait no, not bless you! Who are you?" the male twin demanded as his sister butted in "And why are you on our train?" Looks like Elliott's assumptions were correct before she could answer the door to the car opened and Henry walked in.

"Ah, So this is were the two of...Elliott?! the Indian assassin exclaimed pointing at the the brunette who in turn pointed back at him "Henry?!" causing the top-hat man to laugh "Jacob!" he quipped while pointing at himself then he got elbowed in the ribs by his sister."You know her?" Evie asked to the stunned man who nodded immediately pulled the short girl into hug. "Yes, she's Elliott Morgan an Assassin...But how did you?" pulled away then noticed her suitcase and outfit.

"Maybe we should explain this in the study?" He suggested as the twins followed them, Elliott removed the old trench coat showing off a large hand shaped bruise on her arm as she sat down across from Henry who frowned when he saw it, Elliott covered it with her over hand, the twins shifted uncomfortable. "What happened?" The brunette shrugged "A parting gift from Aric..." She hissed out her father's name out venomously, Henry told her to elaborate, the brunette sighed a slouched in her seat. "Let's see about three weeks ago..."

{My father called me into his study, I assumed he was upset about some mundane thing that his paranoid mind saw as offensive! Maybe he saw me moving some lose hair out of my face or holding a damn book wrong? Who knows! everything I did always seem to set him off...anyhow, He explained that St. James concert hall had contacted him, They invited me to sing for their 10th anniversary and charity event, and that I should start preparing for the big night.

Rejection was not an option with my father, but my suspicions were irked and he wouldn't stop trying to pick out songs that he wanted, And you course know he's never been the charitable sort unless it benefited him in some way, nor was he ever interested in my singing. So stupid me had to ask "Are you asking if I'd like to sing? or ordering me to sing?" He was not happy when I said that way he looked at me still causes me freeze up. "Don't you ever speak to me like that again...Or I'll-" I don't want to think about what he was going to say, his secretary interrupted us.

He snapped at me to go practice and when the big night came around, I found out why he had accepted the invitation, and push me to nearly losing my voice for an otherwise calm event. it wasn't just a charity event! It was also a congratulatory party for my engagement to Crawford Starrick... I remember feeling sick as my father led me to the Templar's grand master! I felt disgusted,angry and just devastated that this was happening a second time...He did the same thing to my sister...I saw what she went through and I didn't want it!

So, I took a risk! I tried to sneak away while he Crawford were talking about dates and business, he saw me and grabbed my wrist hard trying to keep me from leaving I told him I was just going to get a drink, and he let me go,Then I ran into Susanne. [ Henry grimaced hearing that name, having met that beastly bigot of a woman before; she left a very unfavorable impression in the Indian assassin.] Yes...that Susanne the snobby maid who fell in love with "Showroom Aric" as I call my father's public face. practically worships the ground he walks on, and thinks I was just being an ungrateful rotten brat to my dear sweet father! She was extra nasty that night, of course I ignored her... and was more focused on her body thought. "Ey, we're about the same size and build..."

So, I asked if she wanted to get up close to my father? She took me into a back room and we switched clothes, luckily it was a masquerade party so no one noticed. I ran out the back and straight into my butler and assassin mentor Clyde. The old man knew about the engagement before I did, he didn't tell me because I'd panic, and tip my father off that I was gonna run. Clyde knows I do my best thinking when time and the odds are stack high against my favor, He saw me switch places with the maid and knew the game was on, He gave me his hat and his jacket and told me he had feeling I going do something drastic. and told me where he stashed a suitcase I had hidden in my closet ages ago! Found it and then I made my way to the train station...}

"...And that's how I got here." Elliott said pointing at car floor as Henry and the Frye twins took in her story Henry was was obviously relieved, Evie's reaction was one pity and distrust, Which didn't surprise Elliott in the least; Since she just confessed to being Crawford Starrick's Fiancee. While Jacob's reaction seemed...Well, the brunette didn't really know what to make of his expression, There was some distrust. but it was overshadowed by fascination and zeal, Maybe? The blue eyed girl wasn't too sure as she was really used seeing someone look at her like that.

"And what of mentor McCormick?" Henry voice broke her stare off with Jacob to answer her friend "Clyde? he did a good job at hiding our lessons..." The Indian arched brow knowing full well that there was a But coming."But, father is starting to get suspicious, it would seem my odd hours of staying out and waking up late was starting to get on his nerves." She winced recalling her father throwing a tantrum for her yawning during a business meeting, one of his clients and accusing her of sneaking off with men and embarrassing the family by whoring around. "No surprises he started limiting my time outside and kept me locked in the library or my room to teach me a lesson." She hissed answering Henry's next question as to why the novice suddenly stopped taking contracts and disappeared.

"And you're sure he didn't see you leave?" Henry asked cautiously just wanting to make sure no Templars were coming knocking their door down. "Positive, Daddy dearest was so sure that his submissive little doll was nothing without him, so he let me out of his sight for that split second, it was enough for me come up wit plan A." Elliott purred with a grin obviously picturing how pissed her father must've been when he found out he'd been had! and that ice cold bucket of reality Susanne got slapped with probably shattered her image of Aric forever.

"Oh-ho!~ I'll bite Girly, What was plan B?" Jacob suddenly chimed in on the edge of his seat obviously enjoying the new girl's on the dime quick-wittedness. "Start a fire get lost in the panic and just wing it from there!" she shrugged rubbing the back of her head with slight frown causing the man the chuckle he looked at Henry while pointing at the short girl. "I like her, she's alrig-" He yanked back by his sister who was clearly paranoid about their guest.

"Miss Morgan was it?" Evie asked causing the brunette to nodded. "Though you may be one of us, you're still tied the Templars so you'll have be monitored until such time as passed-" She was cut off by her brother who clearly upset with his sister's assumption. "What the hell Evie? She escaped one cage and now you want to put her in another one?!" He exclaimed in disbelief at what he was hearing the girl obviously escaped a monster and came to them for sanctuary only to be told we don't trust you, that's just not fair!

"I have agree with your brother miss Frye, I've know Lily for-" Henry threw his hand over his mouth, Elliot blanched as Evie slowly turned to Henry clearly affronted "Jacob take your novice and go..." she hissed as her brother blinked incredulously "My novice?... Wha-" His sister's icy tone silenced him. "Now..." Jacob jumped to his feet "Right, let's go Girly!" He grabbed Elliott's arm and dragged her to his car, leaving Henry to deal with Evie and whatever crawled up her backside.

The two could hear the muffled arguing as Jacob proudly showed his apparent student off to the Rooks, before showing her around his room, the brunette looked around as the curiosity started gnawing at him "So, what exactly was that back there?" he inquired while Elliott looked through some hidden blade sketches on his desk, The brunette blushed before gesturing for him to come down to her level and she whispered it to him, Jacob's green eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

"YOU AND GREENIE USED BE ENGAGED?!?!" he bellowed loud enough to be heard throughout the train causing a few Rooks outside to stumble or spit their drinks out. "t-That's just arg...h-How old are you? 14-16?!" he stammered Elliott looked at him oddly "I'll be twenty in three months!..do I really look that young?" She asked unsure if she should be offended or flattered?

Jacob's mouth hung open as he gave her a once over, he didn't how answer that. "I-it's that coat! it makes you look tiny!" he sputtered gestured at Clyde's jacket, Elliott brow furrowed and went to take it off, only for Jacob to to stiffen and the back of his neck heat up. He hadn't realized how short the maid uniform was [the skirt stops just passed her knees and she wearing stockings], or how tight it was in the chest area; he swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat and immediately pulled the jacket back on, causing his novice to give him a look that screamed what the hell? Jacob backed away and coughed "Let's sort that out later, and figure out sleeping arrangements shall we?"

They came to an understanding that Elliott will have his couch and half his cart; considering Evie was still pouting and wasn't a huge fan of Elliott at the moment speaking of which..."Who names their daughter Elliott?" the male Frye twin asked genuinely curious as Elliott's lips twitched "The same man who thought he had control over gender, and was sure my older sister and I were going to be boys." Jacob suddenly had the urge to apologize, But the brunette continue. "He eventually did get his boy, Issac father's favorite little parrot." She spat looking exhausted and listless just thinking about the boy.

She explained that both her brother and father had this gift of sucking the life out of someone just by sheer thought. "I think that's why Starrick hasn't initiated them into the order, but likes to keep him around, y'know? just to have a laugh at how many days Aric & his son can ruin in one hour or less?" That caused Jacob to stall.

"Wait, so your father isn't a Templar?"

"No, he more like their stooge, Starrick's been stringing him a long for years, and my father is a narcissistic fool."

"But why would he agree to marry you, if he's just playin' with your father?"

"I wondered that myself, until I remembered reading through my mother's journal, Turns out Starrick and my mother were sweet on each other back in the day, Till my father weaseled his way into my grandfather's favor and soon after forced my parents into marriage..."

Jacob stomach suddenly did flops and not in a good way, Starrick couldn't have the mother so he'd settle for his ex-lover's daughter as some kind of substitute? "I get wanting a young bride, but your ex's daughter?" He shuddered in disgust just when he thought Templars couldn't get any worst. "I'm just glad I've never crossed paths with him until yesterday." Elliott grimaced not wanting to think what would've happened if her father gotten desperate before she had joined the Assassins and tried curry favor with Starrick when she was younger...just like he did to her sister and Roth.

"I'm trying not to think about it, haven forbid if they ever find me." she muttered Jacob patted Elliott on the shoulder nearly knocking her over. "They won't touch you Girly, I promise." He assured before springing up from the couch "Now let's do a bit scouting show me how much you know little novice!" Jacob winked before leading Elliott off the train on her first training mission.

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[[ Elliott's older sister is named Campbell Joseph Morgan five years older then Elliott and usually goes by "Belle" she was married off to Roth when she was only 15; Elliott hasn't seen her sister in four years and doesn't even know if she's alive or not!

Then there's their younger brother...His name is Issac Douglas Morgan, and their father's favorite he's a spoiled brat who looks down on his siblings and verbally abuses his older sister when he doesn't get his way!

Much like their father his name is Aric Peter Morgan [nee Sinclair.] their father surname wasn't Morgan he married into the Morgan family, and runs their trading and sweet company like a goddamn dictator, worker safety is at a low and equipment is in somewhat poor maintenance, their financial choices have been in a gray area as of late.

Elliott believes that Starrick is trying to manipulate her father into adding the same drug in his syrup to their candy, surprisingly her father has been as of late; very hesitant about the idea.

So when Starrick seemed like he was losing interest and going to cut Aric lose, he offered Crawford Elliott's hand in marriage! Knowing full well Starrick was his dead wife's ex lover. And has seen the way the Templar's grand master has been eyeing his youngest daughter, Starrick and Aric wasted no time cutting a deal. Good thing they didn't take into account of Elliott's cunning wit and a pair of meddlesome twin assassin's being thrown into the mix.]]

#assassin's creed syndicate #jacob frye x oc #fanfiction #evie frye #Henry Green

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duskgathers · 5 years ago

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TIMELINE-ISH OF BEN’S KING’S VERSE + WHAT LAWS HE ENACTED aka why d3 can never be canon to my blog bc i have so much of this shit figured out.

inauguration.

after the maleficent attack and upon being crowned king, it was ben who decided to keep maleficent locked away in a tank. while she had initially been in library ( return to the isle of the lost ), ben had her moved to the museum, and then she was eventually placed in mal’s room.

in the six months gap between inauguration and d2.

the first laws he enacted were the laws that he had promised to the grumpy / sidekicks council ( well, aside from the “dishwasher” law, which was already enacted by adam upon ben’s request ).

ben, for a lot of the gap, has been “on tour” to different countries and kingdoms, as well as visiting important people within the kingdom. he tends to spend a weekend in one place then arrive back in time for class on monday. he also appears in a lot of ceremonies.

by treating it as a reward for helping to save auradon, ben is able to give evie her official “princess” title back. she doesn’t have as much power as she would if evil queen was, well, good, but she at least holds the title now.

there are a few other minuscule laws that ben passes that aren’t exactly important to my ben’s overreaching story.

within a year of post-d2.

ben immediately sends an invitation to dizzy the day after coalition upon evie’s request but that technically isn’t a law.

the first law ben passes, a week after d2, in regards to the isle is to repeal the law that the isle is to be given the leftovers from auradon. instead, ben makes sure that the isle is given fresh food, and ben tries his best to make sure that everyone receives food by putting food shipments in different areas of the isle.

the second law ben passes took him about a month of negotiating and talking and assuring, but ben finally managed to get the major villains + the parents who abused their children to a different isle, where it is more of an actual prison. each villain has their own houses with amenities, but they cannot leave the premises of their own house aside from during specified times, and all of their conversations with each other over telephone and instant messaging are monitored. they are still given tv and books, and they can request something of auradon and may receive it. food is shipped to their houses daily as well.

however, even without the major villains on the isle, it is still difficult to ben to a) have volunteers to go to the isle to help him b) enact certain laws because there are people who are impeding his work if he delegates his isle work, so ben personally handles all paperwork about the isle.

also, any children SOMEHOW born under these circumstances are immediately taken into auradon where they will be adopted.

this law is essentially is the one where citizens believe that kickstarts ben’s “overhaul the isle” laws ( despite the food one coming first ).

from lists that both evie and uma gave him, ben brings children from the isle and onto auradon six at a time every three months, and this continues throughout ben’s kingship.

they have to have a weekly meeting with him for their first month at auradon prep, just to see how they’re settling in. after a month, if they’ve decided that auradon prep wasn’t for them or if they’re having issues with settling in, they are free to choose to go to another school or wait and see for even longer. any isle kid has a standing invitation to his office.

ben creates a medical shelter for those who need it, and there is a team of four doctors ( of different kinds and specialities ) who work there, as well as a medical director. they can be given free check-ups, given free bandages and medicine, and health care is universal for ALL isle residents. still, a lot more people will attempt to steal or attack the centre rather than ask for help, but if someone is about to be hurt, the doctors are actually able to fight back in their own ways.

also, if urged by the doctors, any critical patients are immediately cleared to come to auradon and go to the hospital if necessary. also, the doctors are keeping a lookout for any signs of abuse ( even after all of the villains and/or abusive parents are taken away ), and if there seems to be a case, then they will also be able to come to auradon.

ben also implements foster homes and shelters for VKs, homeless and/or parentless children ( due to ben taking the main villains + abusive parents off of the isle ), on auradon and on the isle. the children were given the choice on whether or not to stay on auradon or to stay on the isle with explicit permission of the ability to change their minds ( so, if the VKs had wanted to stay on the isle at first but wanted to go to auradon later, ben would immediately take them into auradon ).

along with this, ben creates a stipend for these foster homes and shelters to make sure that the children will get the help that they need. as for the foster homes, there are weekly visits ( at randomised times ) for a month to make sure that the foster parents are treating the children right, and the children will be moved if they ask.

there is also an adoption process for those in the foster care system, and it’s a pretty simple process -- as long as both the children and the parents agree, they can be adopted.

also, believe it or not, ben is technically the “foster parent” for the core four as he accepts responsibility for the core four if they do anything wrong and is also the one who personally pays for them, even without the stipend, as this was one of the stipulations he was given when he brought the core four to auradon. he also never mentions this to the core four.

ben also does a major revamp of the school’s curriculum and create libraries on the isle in order to help with the education of the children. while he does not make high school mandatory ( as he knows that most of the teenagers are rightfully furious over their conditions and probably wouldn’t like being forcibly stuck in school after being able to leave as freely as they wanted for essentially their whole lives ), he is attempting to make elementary school and middle school mandatory. every student that stays until lunchtime gets a free meal with no charge at all, but even if someone just sneaks in for lunch and then leaves, the school does not regulate that because they’d rather people be fed than not after essentially starving for twenty years.

ben also is helping to rebuild certain structures of the isle, give them wi-fi, aircon, heating, and better electricity and plumbing. essentially, he helps the isle residents to essentially live a better life, and any isle residents that help with the rebuilding were given financial compensation for their work.

a year after d2 ( current rp timeline ).

on the twenty-second anniversary of the isle of the lost being created, ben created another stipend that would compensate the isle of the lost residents on their suffering for essentially serving out more than enough of their “time”.

a year after the major villains were taken off of the isle and onto a different prison, ben, after much negotiation and assurances, has finally been “allowed” to let people, adults, off of the isle on a trial-by-trial basis, depending on if they want to sell their wares or visit auradon or whatever. the person has to list exactly what they’re doing on auradon and where they’re going on auradon. they will also be closely monitored while on auradon to make sure that they comply.

this, however, is only for the henchmen of the major villains and/or the children of the major villains -- if there are any people who are still considered to be “major villains” on the isle, they are unable to leave.

also, if anyone is found going against what they had promised, they are forbidden to leave the isle or attempt to leave the isle for a year.

this is the most recent law that ben has enacted.

LAWS THAT BEN IS TRYING TO REPEAL WITHOUT MUCH LUCK.

no magic.

even though it is a law passed by both adam and fairy godmother, fairy godmother is actually the one in control of the law ( ben is allowed to give others special dispensation to use magic depending on the circumstances, but he cannot subvert the law altogether ). as such, ben cannot repeal it without fairy godmother’s permission, and she isn’t having it.

trying to fully take down the dome surrounding the isle.

although, as mentioned earlier, people on the isle can now ask permission to leave the isle and, depending on the reason, they can be accepted to leave, ben is trying to take down the dome completely. 100,000 citizens of auradon came together and signed a petition to keep the dome up, so unfortunately he’s at the point where his hands are tied, but ben is hoping that once time goes on and no one abuses the system, people will be more accepting of the idea.

hades being trapped on the isle.

hades was actually one of the “major” villains who stayed on the isle due to never making trouble on his time on the isle. due to how ben has been correcting the mistakes of his father, hades is appealing to ben to let him off of the isle because he’s a god, not necessarily a “bad guy”. ben, who honestly had NO IDEA hades was on the isle, went to go talk to zeus -- or, rather, a messenger’s of zeus’s -- who essentially said that the isle was hades’s version of a “time out” and that zeus will bring him back out in thirty more years. ben himself was trying to get hades out of the isle, but everyone was impeding him from doing so ( zeus, the council, the citizens of auradon ), and so he’s still trying to get hades out, even if out on “probation”.

tl;dr: fuck d3.

#( ben: meta. )#honestly i've thought of ALL of these b4 #i just realised i've never actually written it down written it down #aside from small little mentions in threads #but now i actually have it all down #so if you'e like 'tf what law are you talking about' this is it #also this is why ben is hella overworked rip #ben does more work in a year than most countries do in a decade #long post /

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valiantgentle · 2 years ago

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OTP question meme with Mara and Jonathan, please? - from, Foxesandmagic

hi @foxesandmagic !! u didn’t specify a number so i hope it’s okay that i answered, well, all of them! i jump at the chance to ramble about mara and jonathan :) under the read more:

1. Who is the most affectionate?

they're both very affectionate with each other but if i had to choose i think i’d say jonathan

2. Big spoon/Little spoon?

mostly jonathan as the big spoon, though i like to think occasionally they’ll switch it around and have mara as the big spoon

3. Most common argument?

honestly it’s probably about mara’s habit of overworking herself whenever there’s something Big happening. she does this a lot. she’s kind of a workaholic now that i think about it

4. Favorite non-sexual activity?

just reading silently together. no talking, no sound other than the turning of pages, just hanging out on the sofa or in bed reading their respective books in each other’s company :)

5. Who is most likely to carry the other?

jonathan

6. What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

mara about jonathan: his eyes jonathan about mara: her smile

7. What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

for mara: she pays more attention to him. notices the finer details about him she hadn’t noticed before, back when she mostly just saw him as evy’s older brother for jonathan: he’s always known he’s had feelings for her but once he realized it was something that could be real, he tries to find ways to talk to her more often and get to know her as more than just his sister’s coworker. alas, evy is often there and when she isn’t it ends up being jamil who interrupts (but that’s after hamunaptra)

like they’ve both sort of always known there was a mutual attraction between them from the very beginning, but until hamunaptra they hadn’t spent more than maybe an hour alone with each other to know if it was more than a physical attraction and realize it was romantic as well

8. Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?

NICKNAMES — THEIR WAY OF SAYING I LOVE YOU WITHOUT ACTUALLY SAYING IT!!! mara calls jonathan “dear” & jonathan calls mara “darling” and they have since the very second i thought up mara and their relationship :) i actually came up with how the nicknames originated in-universe back in like 2020 but i!! can’t remember the exact scenario or who said what first!!!!!!! the only thing i remember about it is that it was definitely something that came up once in casual conversation and stuck. i’ll remember it one day and on that day i’ll write a one-shot about it

9. Who worries the most?

jonathan

10. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

i don’t think they go out much except on special occasions like anniversaries, they prefer to stay in, but they both know each other’s favorites dishes and also remember, like, everything about each other

11. Who tops?

they’re a cis m/f couple so i’m not. really sure the top/bottom dynamic applies here

12. Who initiates kisses?

most of the time they initiate at the same time, can’t really tell who leans forward first

13. Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

mara

14. Who kisses the hardest?

jonathan

15. Who wakes up first?

mara, who is a morning person and naturally wakes up early (usually before the sun is even up), but occasionally jonathan will try and make sure he’s up first so he can surprise her with breakfast in bed

16. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

they’ll both do this but mara’s more likely i think, she just wants to be with him

17. Who says I love you first?

it was mara <3 thinking about that chapter rn, about to go reread it because THEMMM

18. Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)

jonathan would do this and write the cutest little reminders of how much he loves her

19. Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?

in reference to their officially starting a relationship after riyadh, which happens about six or so months afterwards according to my timeline: neither of them ever actually Tells anyone, they just kind of let them figure out that they’ve officially made the leap from “kind of in that in between stage” to “lovers who are two seconds away from eloping”

20. What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

they are very much supportive! jamil actively encouraged mara to ask jonathan to dinner & i stg rick and evy were thisclose to straight up physically pushing them into each other’s arms. also mara’s brother talib was just glad to finally see mara happy with someone after all her previous relationship woes

21. Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

jonathan will spin mara around in any room whether there’s music playing or not

22. Who cooks more/who is better at cooking?

especially after they have kids jonathan cooks more but more often than not they’ll cook together. it’s about the domesticity

23. Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?

jonathan

24. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

this is also jonathan who will happily do this in rooms where their entire family also is. but also mara is not above teasing jonathan in public

25. Who needs more assurance?

both, not about their love for each other but about other things, like how riyadh impacted them both and their relationship. mara’s trauma is the obvious thing here, but jonathan also had a hard time after riyadh which was touched on a little in the fic & in this one-shot but more on this in answer 29. the thing i’m trying to say here is they have Shared Trauma, as different as their experiences were, and help each other get through it

26. What would be their theme song?

i will forever associate taylor swift’s “lover” with them because of faye’s brilliant video which i remain obsessed with and everybody should watch it <333

27. Who would sing to their child back to sleep?

mara

28. What do they do when they’re away from each other?

thinking about each other and pining. real talk though in the time between the end of act two in late 1928 and jonathan moving in with mara in cairo in probably early-mid 1930 they wrote a lot of letters to each other

29. One headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

okay so the five-year gap between acts 2&3 drive me crazy because there is SO MUCH good (in a manner of speaking) stuff that happens here that i desperately want to write!! like i have a whole list of one-shots i wanna write and most of it is set between late 1928, when act two ends, and mid 1933, when act three begins. most of it is cute stuff like the proposal and what have you, but then we also have the Angst because of the aftermath of riyadh.

continuing on from my answer to question 25 — after riyadh, jonathan has a lot of guilt because he feels like he could have done more to stop mara from being abducted. he sort of spirals into a drinking and gambling binge and hits rock bottom when he loses his flat and has to move in with the o’connells. mara has no idea about this until she arrives in london for a scheduled work trip and she’s just completely devastated and talks to him and it’s just a very heartwrenching conversation </3 and i know it’s heartwrenching because i have a half-written one-shot in my drafts about this and the entirety of the conversation’s dialogue is already written out so i know exactly what they say to each other and it HURTS

i would choose a portion of dialogue to put here to illustrate my point but it’s all so good imo. i think i should just finish the actual one-shot and post it

30. One headcanon about this OTP that mends it

one night after their oldest child is born, mara wakes up in the middle of the night and jonathan’s not beside her so she goes looking and finds him in sarah‘s nursery just holding her and talking to her while she’s asleep on his chest <3 my heart really does belong to these two

#thank you for sending this!! :)#otp: darling dear #foxesandmagic #asks

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theartofbeinganerd · 7 years ago

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1st Night of Forever

aka the 1 Night Wedding

So, it’s officially the third anniversary of my blog, and I wanted to make sure that I posted something special in celebration of that - since 1 Night (+9 Months) is still, without a doubt, my most popular fic, it seemed fitting then to choose that ‘verse’s wedding as my anniversary fic.

I’ve made a separate and sappy post about my blog anniversary, though, so here I’m just going to say in short: thank you all so much!!

Also, if you think I didn’t cry while writing this, you are Wrong.

(Ao3)

The first thing that Fitz was aware of upon waking was the faint scent of what was unmistakably coffee lingering in the air. He furrowed his brow in confusion, wondering why there was coffee in their flat – neither he nor Jemma even drank it.

“Jemma?” he mumbled groggily, reaching a hand out to try and find her, but ended up only flailing his hand about through empty air. “Jem?” he repeated, rolling over slightly to see if she’d just drifted away a bit in her sleep.

Bam!

Very suddenly and very fully awake now, Fitz popped up from his new seat on the floor, glancing around himself with wide eyes. It was only once he registered that he’d fallen off of the couch in Hunter and Bobbi’s flat that he remembered –

Today was the day that he was going to marry Jemma Simmons.

“You alright, mate?”

Fitz’s head swiveled around at the sound of Hunter’s voice, and he found his friend peering over the back of the couch, looking entirely unconcerned about the fact that Fitz had just fallen off of it. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m…fantastic, actually.”

Hunter arched an eyebrow at him, folding his arms over his chest. “Whatever you say. ‘Bout time you got up – Bob was just about to head over to yours to meet up with the girls. Figured that we should probably start looking like we’re doing something to get ready, yeah?”

“What time is it?” Fitz asked in alarm, immediately checking both of his wrists for his watch. Upon finding them bare, though, he fumbled to his feet and began searching through the overnight bag that he’d packed last night before he’d left Jemma and Evelyn at their flat.

In nowhere near the hurry that Fitz was in, Hunter turned to glance into their kitchen, presumably at a clock, as he then replied, “Ah, it’s about a quarter to nine. We’ve got plenty of time; you’re not tying the knot ‘til three anyway.”

“But we have to be to there for twelve-thirty,” Fitz reminded him, hurriedly digging his phone out of his pants pocket from the night before, typing out a couple of quick texts to his other groomsmen, a friend of his from work named Mack, and an old friend from college, Trip, to let them know that he was up and passing along Hunter’s address.

“So? It’s not like we’ve got hair and makeup to do,” Hunter pointed out, disinterestedly watching Fitz fumbling through his bag for everything that he needed.

Pausing halfway to their bathroom with an armload of toiletries, Fitz shot an unamused glance over his shoulder at him and reminded him, “And this is why you’re not my best man, Hunter.”

Insulted, Hunter dropped his arms to his sides and raised his eyebrows. “What? Why?”

“It’s far too much responsibility to trust you with,” Fitz replied simply, just as Bobbi appeared from the bedroom, the garment bag holding her bridesmaid dress over one arm and a travel mug of coffee in the other hand. “Oh hey, good morning, Bobbi.”

“’Morning, Fitz,” she replied, before turning to Hunter and telling him plainly, “Fitz is right, stop complaining.”

Hunter threw up his hands in disbelief, gesturing pointedly to Bobbi’s bulging stomach as she passed him. “I’m responsible! I’m going to be a father!”

Bobbi snorted at that, muttering, “Which is why your first words when I told you that I was pregnant were ‘oh shit’, right?” And while Hunter was still sputtering for a reply, she turned to Fitz and said, “Alright, I’m off; anything you want me to pass along to the bride-to-be?”

Fitz mulled that over for a moment, but when he had a burst of inspiration, he asked her, “Actually, can you pick something up on your way over?”

It wasn’t until after a beaming Bobbi had left with his careful instructions that Hunter muttered petulantly, “At least I’m here; your supposedly ‘responsible’ best man couldn’t even bother to be involved ‘til the day of.”

Just stepping into the bathroom, Fitz half-turned back to face Hunter, reminding him dryly, “I wasn’t there until the day of your wedding either.” And with that, he closed the door behind him.

Fortunately, Hunter was a bit less…Hunter once Mack and Trip joined them, and they managed to keep themselves on schedule in order to get to the venue in time; which, with Hunter directly involved, was nothing less than a miracle.

From the beginning, Fitz and Jemma had both agreed that they loved the idea of an outdoor wedding, and had spent a bit of time looking into nearby venues for it that weren’t too expensive, so as to fit their budget. Luckily for them, their wedding was a relatively small affair, with only family and close friends in attendance, so they’d been able to find a cozy little park not too far away to rent out. It was absolutely beautiful, as well, with lovingly tended gardens and trees that arched over the ceremony space to provide an extra air of intimacy.

When they arrived, Fitz was relieved to find that there wasn’t a cloud in the sky; he’d been checking the weather every hour for days now, just to make sure that it hadn’t changed to include rain in the forecast. But, the sun was still shining, and it didn’t appear that that would be changing any time soon, thankfully.

Though, to be honest, even a full-on thunderstorm wouldn’t have been able to keep Fitz from finally marrying Jemma.

There was a building situated just off of the park where the wedding party could finish getting ready, and they’d barely taken more than a dozen steps inside of it before Fitz heard a familiar cry of, “Daddy!”

Instantly, a grin spread across his face, and he handed off the garment bag containing his suit to Mack so that he could bend down to scoop Evelyn up. “Evie, sweetheart, you look beautiful,” he praised, dropping a handful of kisses on her rosy little cheeks. He’d missed her and Jemma dearly last night and that morning, so used to spending each and every day with them.

He’d, of course, known that he’d see Evelyn when he got to the park, but, he was well aware of the fact that he wouldn’t be seeing Jemma until the ceremony. And, suddenly, the reminder that the next time that he saw Jemma, she would be walking down the aisle and about to become his wife…

It left him utterly speechless.

“Thanks!” Evelyn piped up, beaming up at Fitz and reaching up to fiddle with the blue bow in her hair.

“You probably shouldn’t do that, Evie,” Fitz warned, using his free hand to gently tug her little hands away from the bow. “You don’t want to mess up your pretty hair.”

“Pretty!” she parroted, just before snuggling more fully into Fitz’s shoulder, apparently content to cling to him after not seeing him for most of the day.

Chuckling, Fitz readjusted his hold on Evelyn and told the other men, “Looks like we’ve got a little guest for the time being, guys.”

“No complaints here,” Mack assured him with a deep chuckle of his own.

On their way to the room designated to them, they happened to pass by the one where Fitz knew that the girls would be getting ready. He could hear the faint sound of laughter drifting out into the hall, and his heart leapt into his throat as he thought of Jemma in there, wearing a wedding dress.

But, he had to shake it off, because if he allowed himself to think about that, he’d get so distracted that he wouldn’t be able to concentrate on getting himself ready. He sat with Evelyn while the other guys got dressed, and listened intently as she told him all about her night with Mummy and aunt Daisy.

When it was time for Fitz to get into his suit, though, Trip held out his arms to Evelyn, coaxing her to him gently, “C’mon girl, we’ve got to get you back to your mommy.”

Evelyn didn’t look so sure, glancing between Trip, who she’d met a handful of times over the past couple of months, and Fitz, who finally assured her, “I’ll see you real soon, Evie, I promise. Go check on Mummy for me, okay? Gotta make sure she’s all ready.”

At that, Evelyn finally agreed, “’Kay,” letting go of Fitz to hop into Trip’s waiting arms, and the two disappeared from the room shortly after.

Once Fitz had changed into his suit and was just finishing up with his tie, Hunter strode over, reaching out to take over and straightening the tie for him. “How you feeling, mate?” he questioned, arching his eyebrows curiously. “I remember being a right mess right about now on my big day.”

“I…” Pausing, Fitz took a moment to take stock of himself, but found absolutely no nerves whatsoever. In fact, the one thing on his mind just then, wasn’t even about his wedding at all. “I’m actually thinking ‘bout the fact that the last time I wore a suit was to your wedding.”

Obviously taken aback, Hunter leaned away from him, giving him an odd look, as though he’d grown another head. “Well that’s…alright, I guess?”

“No, I just…” Distractedly, Fitz reached up to card his fingers through his hair, trying to explain, “That was the day that I met Jemma, so…so I haven’t worn a suit since I met her, and now I’m wearing one to marry her, and…”

“Ah.” Hunter finally nodded in understanding, apparently finished fiddling with Fitz’s tie and stepping back, eyeing him for a moment before giving another nod in satisfaction. “Yeah, gotta be honest, I never thought you two would ever be here.”

For a brief moment, Fitz was a little insulted by that. But, then he admitted, “Yeah, I guess I didn’t for a while, either. I mean, I had myself pretty convinced for a bit that I wasn’t interested in Jemma as more than a friend and the mother of my child, but…even when I did realize that I was in love with her… Well, I never thought that she’d ever feel the same, let alone that we’d be getting married someday.”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant,” he insisted, waving a hand as though brushing Fitz’s words aside. “I knew you two were crazy about each other for quite a bit of time. But, truthfully, I never thought you’d get up the courage to actually make that first move, and especially not to seal the deal someday.” When Fitz immediately narrowed his eyes, he held up his hands defensively. “Just being honest! You were always the first one to admit that you were rubbish with girls, after all!”

With a grimace, Fitz had to agree, “Okay, fine, maybe. But, I did get up the courage, and that’s all that matters – it’s not like it’s ever going to be a problem for me again.”

“That’s the spirit!” Hunter clapped him on the shoulder and offered him a wide, supportive grin.

The time spent waiting for the ceremony to begin after that seemed at the same time agonizingly slow and surprisingly quick. Fitz had a short chat with Jemma’s parents and brother, and talked with his mother for a bit, who simply couldn’t stop repeating just how proud she was of him.

And, of course, the statement, “I’ve been waiting for you to marry that girl since you first introduced us,” was spoken by his mother during the conversation, embarrassing him thoroughly.

But, then, Fitz was finally standing underneath the flowered archway next to the minister, with all of their friends and family perched in chairs before him, and he was very abruptly aware that he wasn’t prepared at all (in his own defense, though, he didn’t think there was anything he could’ve possibly done to fully prepare himself for this moment).

His hands began to shake as he dazedly watched Oliver, then Grace and Evelyn walk down the aisle, followed by Mack and Charlotte, Bobbi and Hunter, and finally Daisy and Trip.

Then, the music picked up at the same moment that his heartbeat did, and Jemma appeared at the end of the aisle, and his lungs very simply refused to work any longer at the sight of her, with her wedding dress flowing around her and her eyes sparkling and so much awe and love on her face.

She was…she was beautiful.

No. No, she was more than that.

She was…everything.

With Evelyn perched on one hip and carefully holding her wedding dress in her free hand, Jemma hurried through her flat, sidestepping stray toys as she entered the kitchen and carefully draped her dress over the back of a chair. She wasn’t running late, per se, but she felt as though there was so much to do even before they could leave to head over to the venue.

“Hey, want me to get Evie dressed for you?” Charlotte offered as she joined Jemma in the kitchen, finishing the glass of orange juice that she’d been drinking and setting it in the sink. She’d just arrived, and though her younger sister could be a bit of a mess sometimes, Jemma was grateful for the extra help; Daisy had spent the night with her and Evelyn, but she’d jumped in the shower after Jemma had gotten out, and taking care of a toddler while trying to prepare for a wedding wasn’t the easiest thing in the world to do singlehandedly.

“Yes, thank you,” Jemma sighed in relief, handing Evelyn off to her aunt. “The top left drawer of her dresser has some more casual clothes that we don’t mind as much getting messy – she’s no doubt going to do something to them, and I’d rather it be those than her dress.”

“Got it!” Charlotte called over her shoulder, already heading down the hall to Evelyn’s bedroom.

Just as Jemma was going through her mental check-list once more of everything that they needed to bring with them to the venue, the front door opened and Bobbi’s voice rang out, “Knock knock!” Turning, Jemma caught sight of her entering the flat with her dress, a mug of coffee, and a paper bag in hand, her little four-months-pregnant baby bump leading the way.

“Did you bring doughnuts?” Daisy asked eagerly as she stepped out of the bathroom then, a towel wrapped around her wet hair.

Smirking, Bobbi held up the bag and explained, “Nope; this is for the future Mrs. Fitz.”

“Fitzsimmons, actually,” Jemma corrected, even as she took the bag from Bobbi. However, before opening it, she added, “Oh, and it’s ‘Doctor’.”

Both Bobbi and Daisy gave fierce rolls of their eyes at that, and Bobbi insisted, “Just open the bag, Doctor.”

Indulging in a little roll of her own eyes, Jemma opened the bag and reached inside, pulling out a familiar fast food cup with a chocolate sundae inside it, complete with whipped cream and cherry. The note accompanying it was written in Fitz’s scrawl, and read, “a memento from the first night that I started to fall for you”.

“Oh.” Lifting one hand to press the back of it against her mouth, Jemma blinked back the tears that instantly began to form in her eyes, letting out a watery little laugh. Even though it felt like a lifetime ago now, she could still remember that night so clearly, the first (sober) night that she’d spent with Fitz. She’d just started getting to know him then, and had begun to realize that he was truly serious about being their child’s father, about being in their lives – and that she wanted him in her life.

And there they were, almost three years later to the day, getting married.

It was almost too much for her to wrap her mind around, truthfully, just how far they’d come together.

“You okay, Jem?” Daisy prompted a bit worriedly, crossing the kitchen to stand beside her and giving her a little nudge in the side. “You’re supposed to be saving the tears for the actual wedding, you know.” Then, however, she was quiet a moment, and had presumably been reading the note, because she added, “Okay, never mind, cry all you want – Fitz is a true romantic, isn’t he? Damn.”

“Yes, he is,” Jemma agreed, carefully swiping one finger beneath her eye to catch the tear that had managed to escape. “I’ve been afraid for weeks now that my vows won’t stand up against his.”

Bobbi scoffed at that, glancing up from the muffin she’d taken from the package Charlotte had brought with her, her mouth still somewhat full as she asked, “Are you kidding me? Jemma, I cried when I first read your vows.”

“Yes, well…” Jemma trailed off, still not at all reassured. Regardless, though, she brushed the worries aside, instead darting a glance at the time and announcing, “Alright, if we’ve got everything we need, we should be leaving in the next five minutes.”

“I’ve got Evie,” Charlotte announced, finally returning with Evelyn no longer in her pajamas, and instead dressed in a pair of leggings and a purple shirt with a monkey on the front. In addition, there was now a very noticeable pout on her face, foretelling a possible tantrum. Gesturing to the shirt, she went on, “She said the monkey is her daddy’s favorite.”

“Aww, sweetheart,” Jemma murmured, reaching out to take Evelyn from her sister and situating her on her hip, “you’ll see Daddy very, very soon.”

“And before that, you get to wear your pretty dress,” Bobbi added, holding up said dress and giving it a little shake, to remind Evelyn of how much she’d loved wearing it when they’d gone dress shopping months ago.

Evelyn quickly lit back up at the prospect, and Jemma breathed a sigh of relief and mouthed a ‘thank you’ to Bobbi for helping to avert a possible meltdown. Fortunately, they were able to leave the flat not long after, reaching the venue with only a minor incident when Evelyn spilled a bit of the chocolate ice cream Jemma had shared with her on her t-shirt (as she’d predicted, of course); but, it didn’t stop them from getting started right away on hair and makeup as soon as they had arrived.

And, fortunately, they had subsequently decided to start with Evelyn, who promptly abandoned them as soon as the faint sound of Fitz’s voice out in the hall could be heard.

As soon as the realization then hit that Fitz was now there as well, getting ready for their wedding, which was growing closer and closer every minute, it sent a little thrill down Jemma’s spine.

The ceremony couldn’t be soon enough, in her opinion.

A little while later, Daisy was just helping Jemma into her dress, doing up the zip on the back, and couldn’t seem to stop herself from teasing, “You know, I’m fully expecting to meet my future husband here, Jem, since you met yours at Hunter and Bobbi’s wedding. So, this suave and funny best man of Fitz’s that I’m beginning to think might be fake had better be a catch.”

“I assure you that he isn’t fake,” Jemma replied with a little roll of her eyes, turning away from Daisy to double-check that the back of the dress was secured in the nearby mirror.

At that moment, a knock rang through the room, and when Charlotte answered it, Jemma glanced up in time to find Trip himself entering. He had Evelyn in his arms, and his usual sunny smile spread across his face as he said by way of greeting, “Whoa girl, you look great.”

“Thank you,” Jemma replied with a little laugh.

He gave Evelyn a little bounce in his arms, earning a delighted squeal from her. “I’ve got someone here that wants to see her mommy.”

Smiling warmly in response, Jemma reached out to take Evelyn from him, dropping a light kiss on her forehead, doing her best not to do anything to ruin her makeup. “Thank you,” she repeated to Trip. Just then, though, she felt a sharp jab of an elbow in her ribs, and glanced up quickly to find Daisy raising her eyebrows pointedly at her, nodding subtly in Trip’s direction. Giving another amused roll of her eyes, she introduced to the room at large, “Everyone, this is Trip, Fitz’s friend from college and his best man. Trip, these are my friends, Daisy and Bobbi, and my sister, Charlotte.”

“Nice to meet you all,” Trip replied, giving them a little wave. To Jemma, he added, “I’ve got to get back, but I just wanted to apologize for not being here in the weeks leading up to today; I have a standing commitment every year to do work with a charity that my grandfather helped found, and I just couldn’t skip out on that.”

“No, no, it’s quite alright,” Jemma assured him, “Fitz and I understood that, and we certainly wouldn’t have wanted you to miss out on it.”

Trip offered her another one of his bright smiles then, giving them all a playful little salute before leaving the room, shutting the door behind him. It was quiet for a beat, then Daisy whispered, “Oh my god.”

Chuckling, Jemma simply said, “I told you that he wasn’t fake.”

Evelyn gave her sleeve a little tug then, waiting until she had her mother’s attention before asking, “All ready?”

Giving a soft laugh, she nodded in response and murmured, “Yes, sweetheart, we’re just about all ready.”

From that moment on, the time until the ceremony was filled with people coming and going, her brother, Luke, stopped by to drop off Oliver and Grace (and to pretend that he wasn’t affected by his little sister getting married), her parents dropped by and both had shed a few tears before they left. Even Fitz’s mother made an appearance, confessing to Jemma that she’d been waiting for her to be an official part of the family for years now.

But, then, finally, the time came and the music started, and they were all lined up and waiting for the ceremony to truly begin. And, as Jemma stood in her place near the end of the aisle, waiting for her cue, there were no nerves, no fear, no worries – she knew that Fitz was waiting for her at the other end, waiting to begin the rest of their lives together, and she couldn’t wait.

Then, it was her turn to walk down the aisle, and from the moment that she took that first step, her eyes were locked on Fitz’s. Everyone and everything else around them just seemed to fade away, and even the music became simply background noise as her heartbeat began to thunder in her ears.

Tears rushed to fill her eyes, and an immediate and brilliant smile filled her face. Just the sight of Fitz, waiting there to marry her, after everything that they’d been through together, was enough to completely overwhelm her. But, coupled with the pure and unfiltered love in his eyes, the disbelieving wonder in his parted lips, as though he simply couldn’t believe that she was marrying him…

It was enough to have her tears already spilling over, before she had even reached the end of the aisle.

“Hi,” she whispered shakily when she had finally joined him in front of the minister, absently handing her bouquet off to Daisy behind her.

Fitz visibly swallowed, reaching out with trembling hands to take hers in them, managing to reply hoarsely, “Hey.”

The minister began speaking then, saying his piece for the ceremony, but Jemma guiltily found herself almost drowning it out completely, so caught up in Fitz, in his hands in hers and his beloved face so filled with adoration, and just how much she loved this man, who was about to become her husband.

And, that was why she found herself confused and a bit caught off-guard when a ripple of laughter went through the crowd of their friends and family. Before she could even try to figure out what had happened, though, she then felt a gentle tug on the skirt of her dress, and glanced down to find Evelyn at her side and holding out her tiny hand to her.

Another burst of unadulterated love swept through her then as she released Fitz’s hand in order to reach down and take Evelyn’s, this time for her beautiful, incredible, perfect daughter.

She watched as Evelyn then tugged on Fitz’s pant leg with her free hand, and he gave a watery little chuckle before taking it in his.

Out of the corner of her eye, Jemma noticed Daisy stepping forward then, as though to bring Evelyn back to where she was supposed to be holding Charlotte’s hand, but Jemma told her softly, “It’s alright.” With a nod, Daisy stepped back into place, and Jemma thought to herself then that she couldn’t believe that she hadn’t thought of including this in the wedding before.

It was perfect, of course – that day was about more than just her and Fitz getting married, and Evelyn being up there with them symbolized that better than anything else could. Even before she’d been born, it had always been about the three of them, as a family, and that was what that day was truly all about.

With Jemma’s hand in his right, and Evelyn’s in his left, Fitz felt as though the wedding could truly begin now with their little family complete. He listened as the minister ran through the beginning of the ceremony, addressing the two of them, asking if anyone had a reason for them not to be wed (he heard Daisy stifle a chuckle, and only had to assume that she found the idea of someone objecting to their union as ridiculous as he did), and finally prompting Jemma to recite her vows first.

Jemma dropped Fitz and Evelyn’s hands then, in order to receive a folded slip of paper from Daisy, opening it and taking a deep breath, and Fitz had to take one himself in preparation. “Fitz,” she began, her voice a bit thin with emotion, “when…when we met, I had no idea how important you were going to be to me. I had no idea that you would become the father of my daughter, and that along the way, you would become my best friend, the love of my life, and today, my husband. But, I am so grateful every day that you did, because now, I can’t imagine my life without you, and I cannot wait to spend the rest of it with you, and with Evelyn, as a family. I love you more every single day, and with every breath that I take, and I always will.”

Finished, she gave him a radiant smile, refolding the paper and handing it back to Daisy, briefly reaching up to swipe away a couple of tears from beneath her eyes before she retook Evelyn and Fitz’s hands.

And, though the minister then turned to Fitz and prompted him to recite his vows, he had to take a moment to steady himself, to try and do his level best not to be overwhelmed by how much absolute love had laced every single one of Jemma’s words.

Despite his best efforts, though, a couple of tears slipped through before he lifted his gaze to meet Jemma’s once more, stroking his thumb over the back of her hand as he cleared his throat, unsuccessfully attempting to clear it of some of the emotion lying there, thick and heavy.

“I…um, I gave a lot of thought to this,” he admitted, feeling as though no matter what he said, it wouldn’t be nearly as beautiful and meaningful as Jemma’s vows. “There are, well, there are a lot of things that I could say, things that you already know and that…truthfully, that go without saying. But, today, just…none of those seem like enough. God Jemma, you…are perfect, and I couldn’t have asked for a more incredible person to spend my life with, to have children with. For as long as I’ve loved you, I have known that…there’s no way that I deserve you. I don’t. So, whenever anyone asks me if I know how lucky I am, well…I do. I really, really do.”

Much to his surprise, he noticed more tears gathering in Jemma’s eyes, and as she beamed at him, she blinked and a couple of them fell down her cheeks. Gently, he released her hand and reached up to brush them away with his thumb, which only served to widen her already impossibly wide smile.

Fitz was then asked to place Jemma’s ring on her finger, and after he’d received it from Trip, he bent down to pick Evelyn up, quietly instructing her to help him slide it onto Jemma’s finger before he repeated after the minister, “With this ring, I thee wed.”

Jemma let out a watery laugh at his improvisation, even as she had to wipe away a couple more tears. He set Evelyn back down as she received his ring from Daisy, and held out his left hand for her, but had to give a laugh of his own when she retaliated by picking Evelyn up herself to help as well (who looked absolutely delighted to be helping Mummy and Daddy get married). “With this ring, I thee wed,” she repeated, catching his gaze as the ring slid into place on his finger and sending a burst of emotion straight through his body.

And then, the minister announced, “With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife,” and they were right up there with Evelyn’s first word (and the first time she said ‘dada’) and the first time that Jemma told him that she loved him as some of the most incredible words that Fitz had ever heard. Turning to him, the minister finished, “You may kiss the bride.”

His eyes once more only for Jemma, Fitz took a half-step closer to her, lifting a hand to cradle her cheek tenderly and sliding his free arm around her waist, where she was still holding Evelyn. Then, he leaned in and found Jemma’s lips with his, and they’d kissed thousands of times by then, but this…this kiss was different, because it was the first kiss they would ever share with as husband and wife.

And for that reason alone, it was simple and absolute perfection.

Fitz had been her husband for roughly an hour now, and Jemma still couldn’t quite believe it. She had to keep glancing down at her left hand to check and see if her wedding ring was still there, that she wasn’t just dreaming this utterly perfect day up.

However, it was all still completely and thankfully real, and she knew that Fitz had said that he didn’t deserve her (which was downright rubbish, as far as she was concerned) and that he was lucky to have her, but just then, she certainly felt like it was the other way around. Some days, she still wasn’t even quite sure how she’d managed to stumble into a relationship with the kindest, sweetest, most caring man on the face of the planet – she wasn’t about to question it, though.

“I can’t believe you’re my wife,” Fitz murmured suddenly, leaning over from his chair at their table at the reception to press a loving kiss to her temple.

Smiling to herself at the way that their thoughts always somehow seemed to be in sync, Jemma turned to catch his lips with hers, whispering against them, “I can’t believe you’re my husband.”

“Aaand, that’s my cue to get out of here,” Daisy announced, breaking into their moment and causing them both to glance over at her as she rose from her seat beside Jemma’s. “I get that this is your wedding, but I can only take so much of the love fest.” She paused at the end of the table though, waggling her eyebrows at Jemma as she told her, “I’m gonna go see if Trip’s up for a drink – after all, you guys have inspired me.” She had only taken a handful of steps away, however, before she turned back and added, “Though, as much as I love Evie to bits, I could totally do without the getting knocked up part.”

Rolling her eyes, Jemma finally just waved her off, telling her teasingly, “Get out here already.”

With a smirk and blowing them a kiss, Daisy then strode off to find Trip, leaving the two of them alone at the table, all of the other members of the wedding party off mingling with the other guests or getting drinks from the bar.

“Hard to believe, isn’t it?” Fitz said, reaching out to find Jemma’s hand with his, his thumb seeming to drift automatically toward her wedding ring. “Just three years ago, that was us. We were perfect strangers –”

“Perfect strangers that decided to get smashed together at their friends’ wedding, regardless of the consequences,” Jemma finished, laughing lightly as she arched an eyebrow at him.

He made a bit of a face at the reminder, and no doubt at her dumping a bucket of cold water on his romantic sentiment. “Alright, yeah, that’s all true. But, if it led us here, then it’s still the best damn decision that I’ve ever made.”

“Me too,” she agreed softly, leaning into him for another kiss, then resting her forehead against his with a content sigh.

“Heads up, you guys,” Bobbi’s voice broke into the moment that time, “you’re going to need to separate for at least a few seconds to get up there and have your first dance in a couple minutes.”

Reluctantly, Jemma leaned back from Fitz, but he gently tugged her to her feet without letting her put much distance between them, and he replied to Bobbi with a grin, “Now, who says we need to separate to do that?”

Even as Bobbi rolled her eyes at him, she gave a little laugh, heading off toward the bar, no doubt to try and wrangle Hunter away from it. Fitz then led Jemma out onto the wooden dance floor set up on the grassy area of the park where they were holding their reception, the glow of the twinkle lights strung up above them glinting off of it in the gathering darkness.

He’d just taken her in his arms when he paused and said, “Wait, there’s something missing.”

Already thinking the same thing, Jemma half-turned away from him, easily picking out Evelyn where she was perched on Fitz’s mother’s lap. But, with an encouraging wave of Jemma’s hand in their direction, Evelyn came racing toward them, only to be scooped up into Fitz’s arms and onto his hip. “Now it’s perfect,” Jemma murmured, leaning back into Fitz and wrapping one arm around both him and Evelyn.

“Perfect,” Fitz agreed, just as the music they’d chosen for their first dance began to spill from the speakers set up nearby.

Jemma let her head fall to rest on Fitz’s shoulder, her fingers absently stroking through Evelyn’s hair (which had long since come undone from the undo they’d put it in for the ceremony), and she couldn’t help her little sigh of utter contentment.

It was fitting, she thought then, that their story had begun at a wedding, all those years ago now, and that they were closing one chapter and beginning another that day, with their own wedding.

Fitz had been right, of course, about how they’d been perfect strangers back then. Though it seemed almost impossible now, Jemma hadn’t even known Fitz then, and it was only now, looking back, that she could see how her life had had little else to it besides work and the occasional Friday night out with her friends. She’d never even noticed that anything was missing, however, until Fitz and Evelyn had come along, and now, she wouldn’t go back for absolutely anything.

And there, at her wedding to the man who had become so much to her, with her new husband and their daughter – her family, finally officially – in her arms on the first night of their forever, Jemma thought back to that first moment that she’d found out that she was pregnant, as strange as it seemed.

She could still remember the fear that had filled her, knowing that she was pregnant by a man that she barely knew, knowing that she was going to have a baby that she hadn’t planned for. At that time, she had never expected in her wildest dreams that it would end up like this, had never imagined falling so deeply in love with someone that she’d had a drunken one night stand with at her friend’s wedding, and that he would one day come to mean everything to her.

But, life sometimes had a funny way of surprising you with everything that you never knew you wanted in the way that you least expected it, Jemma supposed.

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Treasure Hunt

summary: Once, there was a time when most of the villain kids did get along — or, well, they could stand each other slightly more to be able to come together to try and best each other in competitions. pairing: Hevie — slightly younger, no exact age established style: one-shot; canon divergence — pre Uma & Mal rivalry, no banishment notes: Since some of the other Isle kids don’t have much of a canon description, I’m definitely taking some liberties. Not much of the actual hunt is happening because I couldn’t think of anything, but a lot of banter. other locations: ao3 | ffnet fic requests are open!

Once, there was a time when most of the villain kids did get along — or, well, they could stand each other slightly more to be able to come together to try and best each other in competitions.

It was officially the anniversary of the villains’ banishment to the Isle of the Lost, since King Beast locked them all away, and the children of the Isle spent that week together in a show of whatever solidarity they could muster. They wanted to show Auradon that they wouldn’t be broken.

And what better way to do so than to compete with each other?

It was the day of the competition that Harry had been waiting for: a scavenger-hunt style treasure hunt.

For every day, a different person ran the event, and this year’s treasure hunt would be run by Rick Ratcliffe, who was bound to have some...explosive ideas.

Harry was ecstatic as he slapped his hat on and nearly ran to the agreed-upon meeting place, finding his way to Uma and Gil. Uma nodded to him in greeting, too caught up in a conversation with Mal, while Gil nearly threw his arms around the pirate.

“Harry! Got a partner yet?” It was hard to kill the optimistic look in his friend’s eyes, but he knew he’d have to do it.

“Aye,” Gil’s eyes fell, and the boy looked ready to tear up, “The Capt’n doesn’t.” Immediately Gil’s eyes lit up again.

“She’s not your partner?” There was a degree of confusion that, for once, made sense coming from the dense boy.

“A twist, isn’t it?” He grinned, lifting up his hook so it could shine in the sunlight, purely for dramatic effect. “I found someone better at readin’ maps.”

Gil furrowed his brow, not paying the hook any attention. “Really? Who?”

“Someone ye’d least expect.”

Harry grinned. “Ye’ll see.”

Rick Ratcliffe was one of the oldest of the children, and as an older teen he easily stood over the rest of the children. Even without his height, he was still fairly intimidating to look at, and as he scanned the crowd of young villains, he was daring any of them to break their truce in his presence.

He finally spoke after a few minutes of his cool stare. “This is our starting point. Goblin Wharf. If you or your partner are unable to continue for any reason, one of you must report back to me here. If you are stuck and wish to quit, you must report back to me here. You cannot switch partners, so if you need to, do it before you grab your map.”

A few kids began to whisper, and Rick cleared his throat, sending them sharp glares to shut them up.

“There are maps hidden all along the wharf. There is only one in each spot, but there are enough maps for each pair. They’re all different, but the end is the same. First to the finish gets their choice of a prize. Begin.”

“Good luck Ha-” Gil was tugged away by Uma, and Gil could only wave as the short girl was dragging him on the opposite direction.

Harry just stood admiring his hook as the pairs scrambled away, everyone frantically looking for one of the maps.

“I’m not doing everything, you know.” A soft voice spoke from behind him. He grinned, turning around to find the speaker. She was all neatly curled hair and smooth skin, and one of the few on the Isle who could keep up such an appearance. “I know the first place, and can guess at the next two.”

“Ah know,” He made a sweeping motion with his hand, allowing her to lead. “If we need ta do anything, it’ll be me time to shine.”

“But you need someone with an actual brain to figure out the rest.” Though she was now in front of him, he could tell she was smiling.

“Exactly. An’ sewing is directions and patterns and all that, so I thought this might be a hidden talent ah yers.”

“I appreciate it.” She turned on her heel, with a grin on her face that didn’t quite reach her eyes and the rolled-up map pointed at him in a mock-threatening manner. “Still, if we don’t win, you get to be my guinea pig.”

“I’ll wear yer fashion proudly.”

She walked beside him, hand at the cuff of his jacket, lifting up the hand that held his hook. He let her, wondering what she was thinking with an amused smile.

He was still rather protective of his hook — even Uma and Gil could scarcely touch it without Harry recoiling immediately — but the inquisitive look she was giving it seemed rather harmless.

“This could use some glitter.”

He instantly regretted that train of thought, yanking his hand from her grasp. She pouted.

“What? Everything can use glitter!”

“Not me hook.”

“How about a ribbon?”

“No.”

“But you can remove it!”

“Still no.”

“How about-”

“There’s nothing ta argue about.” Harry pointed his hook in the general direction of where Evie was leading them. “We’ll win this, and ye won’t be dressing me up.”

“You were fine with it a minute ago.” She pointed out, gently hitting his shoulder with the map. “And what if that’s what I want as my prize?”

Harry stopped in his tracks and stared at her, mouth ajar. “Wha...Why would ye do that?”

Evie tapped his shoulder. “Maybe now I like the idea of you being my fashion model.” With him still frozen in his place, she reached up and ruffled his hair. “Okay, I won’t touch your hook if I can try putting eyeliner on you.”

His jaw still hung open as she tapped her chin in thought. “Don’t worry, just black though. It’ll give you just the edge-”

“Are we at the first spot yet?” His voice went high and Evie couldn’t help but laugh.

“Almost, it’s right behind Frollo’s.”

In true Isle fashion, Rick had set quite a few traps along the way. Not only had the pair witnessed someone actually be set on fire by accident — their partner had laughed hysterically while one of Rick’s aides threw water on the poor kid — but Evie had lost a few hairs from a swinging scythe that came uncomfortably close, and Harry almost had a hand crushed under a dumpster he had to lift on his own as Evie had been examining her nails, reminding him he agreed to do all the heavy lifting — literally.

There was also an explosion of what they believed to be fireworks, as they’d only ever seen them sparkly over Auradon, that scared them so much that Evie threw herself at Harry for some kind of protection, and all of her accessories ended up getting caught in his shirt, ripping it in the process when she tried to disentangle herself.

Harry gave her an exasperated look — because really, he had few good shirts in this world, and now one of them was shredded.

She took a step back and looked at him experimentally. “Actually…” She tugged at his too-large jacket, trying to see more of the shirts. “I think it suits you.”

The last puzzle had been the hardest, but Evie figured out that the end point was Yzma’s finery shop, and so they were running as fast as they could. So far, they couldn’t see anyone else, but they were also weary of other traps Rick might’ve set, especially now that they were so close to the finish.

Yzma’s was more remotely located, set behind a line of trees that prevented her from remembering just what kind of hovel they actually lived in.

They reached the trees with no resistance, but with how easy it was becoming, they were growing even more cautious.

Evie had a firm grip on Harry’s bicep, blue hair whirling around her as she kept checking her surroundings.

There was a quiet rustling of leaves above them, and then the sound of a twig snapping. They both looked up to see Mal and Jay, who were trying to creep through the trees, with Jay holding a broken twig and Mal glaring at him.

The friends locked eyes for a split second before Evie threw them a wink and proceeded to make a run for it, still holding onto Harry, who laughed at the other pair’s expression.

Their lead didn’t last long, as Jay was jumping from tree to tree with the grace only a thief could have, and Mal abandoned all hope of being quiet, stomping through the branches with her heavy boots, letting them make all the noise in the world.

Evie hadn’t been watching the ground, instead keeping her eyes on her fellow VKs, and didn’t see the hidden bear trap on the ground until Harry yanked her away.

She was about to say her thanks when, at the same time, a large net captured both Jay and Mal, leaving them hanging in the tree.

Harry and Evie waved to them, enjoying the evil looks sent their way.

Yzma’s daughter, Yzla, was waiting for them. She was sitting on the patio beside the shop, looking for all intents and purposes to be relaxing and enjoying the not-so-terrible day, but when Evie and Harry reached her, all sweaty and bent over to catch their breaths, she grinned in a way that was terribly reminiscent of her mother.

“Congratulations,” She drawled, before she used her thumb to point behind her, “you came in second place.”

For the second time that day, Harry’s jaw dropped.

“Second?!”

“Hey Evie!” Both their heads snapped to the source. Carlos and Anthony Tremaine were grinning, sitting in the shade. “What took you so long?”

“What do you mean?!” Evie spluttered, eyes darting wildly between the two, utterly confused as to how they got here first. Sure, Carlos was an easy guess, but paired with Anthony?!

“They got here twenty minutes ago.” Yzla sipped her drink, the ice cubes clinking pleasantly within her glass.

“Must’ve been the traps.” Carlos tapped his chin thoughtfully. “We avoided them easily.”

“Ye don’t say.” Harry looked down to the hand he’d almost lost from the stupid dumpster — definitely wouldn’t have been as cool as a crocodile.

Evie sighed, taking out the crumpled map and dropping it to the floor.

“Well, that’s enough for today.” Carlos gave her a good-natured wave as she spun on her heel. “I’ll meet you at Ursula’s in three hours.”

Harry tilted his head, brows furrowing in confusion.

She gave him a devilish smile. “I need to get your measurements, after all.”

#hevie #descendants fanfiction #harry hook #evie #harry hook x evie #descendants #my ds fics #my fics #fics #evie grimhilde

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sorrytodistract · 7 years ago

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Jay x Evie for the Who is... prompts ♥️Please and Thank you !!!

@tayrae515 also asked for Jayvie, so here we go :) & thank you for the ask!

who is more likely to hurt the other? Jay would never, ever, consciously hurt Evie. After all, protecting the core four is his reason for being

who is emotionally stronger? they both had to overcome quite a lot from a young age which makes them both quite strong. Evie tends to let her emotions show more easily though

who is physically stronger? Jay buuuut he’d let Evie win every one of their pillow, tickle fight and fence duel

who is more likely to break a bone? Jay is known to be reckless. Evie lost count of how many times he broke something

who knows best what to say to upset the other? they never want to upset the other as they’re aware of the other’s weakness. Although, when she gets jealous, Evie’s jabs can be hurtful

who is most likely to apologise first after an argument? half-half, it depends on who starts it, or who feels the most guilty

who treats who’s wounds more often? Evie is Jay’s official nurse after tourney and R.O.A.R. practices

who is in constant need of comfort? Evie likes to be hugged and reassured that she does the right thing so Jay supports her constantly. On the other hand, Evie has a sixth sense for when Jay needs comfort and she offers it before he even has to ask (it’s very rare that he does)

who gets more jealous? they’re both green monsters

who’s most likely to walk out on the other? Evie likes to be dramatic

who will propose? Jay, on a cruise in the Arundel fjords for their 5th anniversary. Evie cries and so does he when she accepts

who has the most difficult parents? even though Jafar insisted that Jay stole everything he could, the Evil Queen kept belittling Evie her entire childhood. They both have terrible parents.

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? Evie as Jay will more likely put his arm around her shoulder

who comes up for the other all the time? they’re attached at the hip, these two.

who hogs the blankets? Evie needs to be warm, ALL THE TIME. When they started to sleep in the same bed at first, Jay groaned at her antics, now he just grabs her, all wrapped up in the blanket, so she’s actually sleeping ON him for warmth

who gets more sad? They’re both pretty optimistic people but sometimes Evie will get sad over her past on the Isle, not for long though

who is better at cheering the other up? Jay gives the most soothing hugs while Evie would likely do something silly to cheer him up like trying to make him dance with her over Bruno Mars

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes? Evie will just shake her head at his jokes, they’re never seriously violent towards the other

who is more streetwise? Have you seen Chillin’ Like A Villain? Both of them are!

who is more wise? They’re both wise, on different matters. Evie would think things through beforehand though

who’s the shyest? Jay. Behind his flirty façade, he actually has some trouble expressing his feelings whereas Evie’s bolder

who boasts about the other more? Jay would parade around Auradon Prep every time Evie makes him a new outfit, Evie’s the loudest during tourney matches and ROAR duels

who sits on who’s lap? When Jay’s around, Evie doesn’t need any seat

#jay x evie #jayvie #jevie #disney's descendants #descendants #dds hcs #writing*#asks

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mayalr96 · 7 years ago

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Eve of Something New Chapter 26: Family

I have two importnat thing to tell you today. The first is that my exam period technically started yesterday and will officially start tomorrow. I will try to keep updating at my regular pace of every other weekend, but I might be late more often than usual.

The second thing is that Sunday is the One Year Anniversary to when I started posting this story! That means you all get an extra chapter that I will post on Sunday, the trailer video I made for this story which is already up here on Tumblr and maybe another Outtake on BedTime Stories, though that depends if I'll have the time to type it because I'm going to spend most of the next few days literally studying from sunrise to sundown and then some.

I would love to know if you want any special Outtakes, I might not have much time to write but my schedule does have two hours every day dedicated to not-studying things that aren't eating or sleeping, so I might be able to write a bit.

So tell me what you want and I will do my best to provide. For now, here's the chapter for today.

Links to chapter one on Tumblr, FF.net and AO3.

This chapter is also available on FF.net and on AO3, as well as below the cut..

Sometime later, the Doctor finally snapped out of the trance he was in, and kissed Eva’s forehead.

“When did you last sleep?” he asked.

“I...” Eva muttered. “I don’t remember.”

“Try to,” the Doctor told her.

“Well...” Eva stretched her mind. “Before here, we went to Logopolis... and I came there after Tooth and Claw.”

“Tooth and Claw?” the Doctor repeated.

“Queen Victoria and a werewolf,” Eva replied. “Which reminds me...” She hit him over the head.

“Ow!” he called out. “What was that for?”

“Six months with Queen Victoria!” Eva called out. “Because you were late.”

“Technically, I arrived just when I was needed,” the Doctor said. “It was you who showed up early.”

“Do you really think it’s a good idea to argue with me right now?” Eva questioned.

“Er... maybe not,” the Doctor said, pecking Eva on the lips. “Amy! Go with Eva to check if she still has a room. House deleted all bedrooms, but I’m not sure how protected hers was.”

“I can go on my own,” Eva said.

“I know you can,” the Doctor said. “But you haven’t slept in about three days, during which you fought a werewolf, a homicidal planet and... and faced him. Wouldn’t want you to fall asleep in the corridor now, would we? Might be a good idea to take a shower, too,” he added thoughtfully.

“Okay,” Amy said, cutting in. “Let’s get you to your room before the Doctor can say more things that can be interpreted the wrong way.”

“What do you mean, ‘Might be a good idea to take a shower’?” Eva called out as Amy dragged her away, and the Doctor’s face lost all trace of colour.

“Nothing!” he replied, grateful that Amy cut in when she did, and smiling at Eva’s angry mutters as she walked to her room.

The room was thankfully still in place, protected from House’s doing, and Eva took a long, warm shower to calm down her nerves. She didn’t want to admit it, but the past couple of days – the last six months, really – had affected her more than she could describe.

As she dried herself, she thought about Four’s regeneration into Five. Eleven told her everything was okay and that she was back before he even noticed she was gone, but she still felt restless, needing to know he was fine and that it went well. She remembered it to be a rough regeneration but was too tired to remember why.

She put on her pyjamas, smoked one last cigarette before bed and fell asleep as soon as her wet hair touched the pillow.

EMH

The War Doctor was walking around the TARDIS – his home for the past hundreds of years. He still remembered the day he first walked through his Old Girl’s doors, as if it was yesterday, and saw his beautiful Eva for the first time.

The memories led him into the depth of the TARDIS, until he stood in front of a light blue door. He still remembered a time when her door was nearly always dark blue, back in his second body, or when it was travelling between red and green in his fourth. He was always intrigued by it, and it took a while before he found out it was related to her mood.

He was expecting a grey door, which meant absence, but this light blue door meant she was there – relaxed, calm and, most importantly, safe.

He carefully opened the door, revealing the view of the young woman sound asleep in her bed. She probably arrived in her sleep, and he was scared to find out how tired she must have been not to notice she was travelling.

His hand reached out, brushing a stray curl from her eyes and the girl stirred in her sleep.

“Doctor?” she muttered.

“Evie,” he breathed out, his voice gruff from age and lack of use.

The woman rubbed her eyes, turning to look at him. “When’d I get here?” she slurred, still not completely awake.

“I don’t know,” the Doctor replied. “I just came in and you were here.”

“Do you do that a lot?”

“What?” the Doctor frowned in confusion.

“Coming into my room when you don’t know if I’m here,” Eva said. “Do you do that a lot?”

“Lately?” the Doctor asked. “More often than not.”

Eva leaned on her elbow, taking in the sight of the man in front of her. It was the first time she was meeting the War Doctor, but she could see it had been quite a while for him in this body already.

His features were marked by lines of worry and dirt that sunk into his wrinkles. The brown coat was slung over his shoulders, covering several layers of clothing, and the scarf around his neck was loose and torn.

And, most of all, she could see the pained look in his eyes whenever he looked at her. She could almost feel the way he held back, forcing himself to not forcefully hold on to her and never, ever let go.

“When was the last time you saw me?” she asked.

“Ten years,” he said gruffly.

“84 percent,” Idris told her minutes before the Doctor revealed the number as the percentage of human in her. “Also, ten years.”

“Come here,” Eva said, moving to the side of her bed.

“What?” the Doctor asked.

“Come here,” Eva repeated, patting the bed.

Hesitantly, the Doctor took off his boots and lied down next to her. She grabbed his arm, wrapping it around her abdomen and snuggling closer to his chest.

It wasn’t long before their even breathing filled the room, the duo sleeping better than they had in far too long.

EMH

Eva spent two whole days with the War Doctor.

At first, she was worried. After all, the Time War was raging outside and this Doctor was the Warrior, the one who fights and refuses to refer to himself by his chosen name. When she found out he wasn’t planning on leaving the TARDIS for as long as she was there, they had their first fight – in her timeline, at least.

“There is a war going on outside!” she yelled. “There are people dying!”

“I know,” the Doctor said, his voice even but his eyes tired and sad. “Which is why there is no way I let you step foot outside of these doors.”

“I can’t die, Doctor,” she all but sneered, and he winced at the sound of his name.

“There are worse things that can happen to you in war than dying,” he told her.

The discussion never rose again.

She sat him down and all but forced him to watch movies with her.

‘The Princess Bride’. ‘Avengers’. She introduced him to Disney, telling him to pay close attention as she asked the TARDIS to put on ‘Dumbo’.

He held her tight, not once complaining about her choice of films and stealing kisses every time she went to the kitchen for more popcorn.

After that, she went to swim in the pool, swatting him on the arm as he looked her up and down when she came out of her room wearing nothing than a bathing suit and splashing water at him when he refused to enter the water.

Later, as he took a shower, she went to the library, where the TARDIS procured her a book that was due to come out a couple of months after Eva left her universe. It was the fifth of a series, and she was so invested in the plot she didn’t even notice the Doctor came out of the shower and sat down beside her until she turned the last page and put it down.

He sat by her side as she smoked, even though she knew he hated the smell. He said he didn’t mind it, and while she knew something deeper was hiding beneath the surface, she didn’t push it.

At night, the fears arrived and under the covers of her bed, the Doctor told Eva he was starting to believe there really was only one way to end this war – by killing all sides involved. She ran a hand through his grey hair and told him that no matter what he decided to do, she fully supported him.

She knew how the story ended – knew that he didn’t really kill all of the Time Lords but instead locked them in a pocket universe – but she also knew that it would be a long time before he found out the truth. Time filled with guilt and regret, times when he questioned the reason he survived in the first place, times that he thought it wasn’t even worth it, since the Daleks survived.

She knew he’d need someone to support him during those moments. And seeing as she was the only thing constant in his life other than the TARDIS, she fully intended on being that person.

But those days of peace and solitude came to an end, as all good things do. Eva was standing in the kitchen, cooking breakfast as the Doctor sat next to the kitchen table and looked at her when her necklace glowed.

The frying pan fell from her hand, cluttering on the floor, and Eva looked at it for a moment before raising her tear-filled eyes to meet the Doctor’s. It was ten years since he last saw her and who knew when would be the next time. She opened her mouth, not even knowing what she wanted to say, but the glow swallowed her before she could think that far.

When the light subsided and Eva blinked, she found herself standing in the middle of the Torchwood Hub.

The place appeared to be empty, and she looked around, silently trying to recognize when she ended up. A sound from behind her made her turn and she saw Jack looking at her.

She smiled, taking a step at his direction but he pulled a gun out and aimed it at her.

“Jack?” she asked worriedly.

“Who are you?” Jack asked. “How did you get in here?”

“Jack, it’s me,” Eva said, confused. “It’s Eva.”

“How do you know me?” Jack questioned.

“I... I travel with the Doctor,” Eva muttered. “It’s not your first time meeting me, is it? It can’t be...”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jack spat out. “Now tell me, how do you know me?”

“We know each other,” Eva said. “You travelled with me, and with the Doctor.”

“Doctor?” Jack repeated, a look of confusion on his face. “Doctor who?”

Eva’s eyes widened for a moment, and the next thing she knew Jack pulled the trigger of his gun and the bullet hit between her eyes.

EMH

When she came to, Jack was tying her up on one of the cold storage cells. His face twisted in anger and surprised when he saw she was awake.

“I shot you,” he muttered. “How can you be alive?”

“Jack, please,” Eva said. “You met me before. I know you have. You travelled with the Doctor – don’t you remember? He’s the reason you stopped being a con man.”

“I remember the Doctor,” Jack said. “I remember him leaving me. I remember him flying away, abandoning me in the year 200,100. That’s what I remember. I don’t remember you being there.”

“Then trust me,” Eva begged. “Trust me when I say that even if I wasn’t there, I’m a friend. I’m not here to hurt you.”

“You’re an alien,” Jack stated. “I checked. Eighty three point six percent human, the rest unknown.”

Eighty three point six? Eva repeated in her mind, before shaking her head. She had no time to think about this right now.

“You need to be contained,” Jack said coldly. “And this is the only way.”

“You trust me, Jack!” Eva called out as he started pushing her cell in. “Please, believe me! How... how else would I know that you grew up in the Bohemian Hemisphere? You told me that! Jack! Jack, please!”

An old memory of a nightmare Eva used to have as a child came back into her mind.

The darkness, the cold, the inability to move. The feeling of being lowered somewhere, and then the sand covering the coffin she was in.

“Jack, please listen to me! Don’t do this! Please, don’t do this!”

Calling out for help but nobody can hear her voice. Or worse – they hear her and ignore. She screams until her voice goes hoarse.

“Jack!” Eva cried, starting to hyperventilate. “Jack, please help me! Please!”

There is nothing but darkness and silence, and then she wakes up crying.

The words found their way into her mouth before she even comprehended the fact that she was saying them.

“Dad, please!”

And, as simple as that, the magic was broken. Jack stopped pushing the cell in, and instead looked at her with recognition and... was that regret?

“Evie...” he muttered. “Oh, Evie, I’m so sorry.”

He removed the restraints he put over her and pulled her out, his arms holding her in a tight embrace.

“Y-You...” she stuttered. “You were going t-to...”

“I know,” he sighed into her hair. “And I am so, so sorry.”

He tried to block out anything other than the woman in his arms as he held her tight, but as often happens in times like this, he couldn’t help but think about the last thing he wanted to think of.

A cloud of smoke extracted from Eva’s mouth as she sat next to him. The Doctor was sulking in one of the other rooms, and neither of them knew where Rose was but it didn’t matter.

“Tell me something about you,” she suddenly said.

“What?” Jack asked.

“This is my fourth time meeting you, and even though I know a lot about you I still don’t know much,” Eva told him, taking another drag of her cigarette. “Tell me something about you. Something nobody knows.”

Jack stopped, thinking for a moment. There was a lot about him that nobody knew, but most of those things had a very good reason to be kept secret. After about a minute of thought, he settled on a piece of information that didn’t bring up bad memories.

“I was born on Earth,” he admitted. “I don’t remember it much, since my parents moved to the Bohemian Hemisphere when I was a year old, but I was born here.” He caught the small smile on Eva’s face. “Your turn. Tell me something even the Doctor doesn’t know.”

Eva hesitated for a moment before admitting, “My greatest fear is being buried alive.”

Being buried alive. Crying out for help but having nobody saving her. And he was so close – too close – to making that fear come true.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I’m so sorry.”

“How?” Eva asked. “How c-could you not remember m-me?”

“I don’t know,” Jack sighed. “Probably the same way Gwen didn’t remember Rhys.”

“Gwen didn’t remember Rhys?” Eva repeated, understanding dawning on her.

“Yes,” Jack replied. “Is that important?”

“Adam,” Eva muttered.

“What?”

“Adam,” she repeated, louder. “This is all because of Adam.”

“Jack,” a voice whispered, and Eva and Jack broke apart to see Ianto barely holding himself up, his legs shaking and his face stained with tears.

“Ianto,” Jack said, walking towards his lover. “What’s wrong?”

“You have to put me in the vaults,” Ianto choked out. “Lock me up. I killed three girls,” he admitted. “Strangled them.”

“Stop kidding around,” Jack muttered.

“I’m serious,” Ianto said. “I murdered them, in cold blood. I took their bodies, and –” There was a bang and he jumped to his feet, looking around. “You have to lock me away... before I turn on you.”

“That’s not going to happen,” Eva said. “It’s all in your head.”

“None of you are safe,” Ianto said, making a run for it but Jack grabbed his arms.

“Hey, hey!” he called out. “Come here. Come here,” he repeated, pulling him into a hug. “What’s happened to you?”

“I’m a monster,” Ianto whispered, and Eva decided to take action.

“No, you’re not,” she said harshly.

“Eva, I murdered them,” Ianto said.

“You murdered them just as much as Jack never met me before today,” Eva retorted. “Something – Someone is messing with your memories. You got too close to the truth so he planted false memories into your head to make you focus on that, rather than him.”

“Who?” Ianto questioned. “Who can do that?”

“Adam,” Eva replied coldly. “He made Gwen forget Rhys and Jack forget me. He made you think you’re a murderer. He took away everything that makes Owen who he is. And I’m pretty sure he and Tosh are having sex as we speak.”

“It’s not fake,” Ianto said. “These memories are real.”

“Wanna bet?” Eva muttered, going to one of the computers and uploading the security camera’s recording of Adam and Ianto.

“All human record is a lie,” a voice said from the speaker and the screen showed Ianto on the floor. “You crave flesh. Remember this,” the voice said, and a hand was placed on Ianto’s forehead. Adam’s hand.

Eva moved to another footage, this time one showing Adam and Tosh.

“A year ago today,” Adam said, putting a hand to Tosh’s neck. “You remembered.”

“Who the hell is this?” Gwen asked looking at Adam.

“Just cos that’s what I said to you on your first day,” Adam said, touching her shoulder. “Remember”

“Come here,” Jack said, pulling Ianto towards the screen and putting on the first video again. “Just look, look.”

“Remember it,” Adam said, and Ianto screamed when foreign memories entered his brain. “Remember it, remember it, remember it.”

“Where’s Adam’s blood sample?” Jack asked, going through the different vials as Ianto headed to the computer.

“Everything’s in order here,” he said, looking at Adam’s file.

“Check when it was last updated,” Eva ordered.

“24 hours ago,” Ianto whispered in fear, finally starting to believe that what Eva told him might be true.

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