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unabashednightmarepizza · 2 years ago

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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝘾𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙎𝙪𝙣

A/N: Okay so I don't care if you guys will judge me but damn I had fallen for this Mister Bird Man and I thought like " Why the heck I won't write for this fine specimen?" So enjoy darlings, because that's gonna be a wild ride and there is probably gonna be another part! And a friendly reminder, when the italics start, please listen to "Only Love can hurt like this"...

Summary: After being alive for 20.000 years alonsgide your brothers, losing one, losing your parents,your home and Thanos snapping everyone, you were ready to take a break from everything. While having a different identity and a somehow normal life, you couldn't have guessed that a shy, Egyptian nerd would come to ask for your help which eventually led you to meet with someone you thought had betrayed you.

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Pairings: Khonshu x Goddess!Reader( romantic); Steven Grant x Goddess!Reader( Platonic); Marc Spector x Goddess!Reader( Platonic); Jack Lockley x Goddess!Reader( Platonic); Layla El-Faouly x Goddess!Reader( Platonic)

"Thank you so much for covering for me, Leena! I don't know how I can pay you back..."

"Don't worry, darling! Just bring your daughter over for a play date and everything will be fine!"

You waved at the young mother who you called as your friend and watched her get out of the shop hurriedly. You sighed heavily and sat down to look at the many people passing by with a sad yet content smile. All of these people who didn't know anything about the snap just went on with their daily life and those who were aware of what happened were trying to adjust to life again. You were happy that everybody was safe and sound but remembering how two of your best friends died and the anguish you felt when you couldn't feel the heartbeat of your little brother Loki was...

You shook your head when someone came in and you immediately grabbed your apron to go to the front. You passed by a young girl who was struggling with college and feeling sympathy for her, you touched her forearm slightly to give a relief to her. She looked around curiously to see if there was something wrong around her, not being used to feeling so relaxed after days of stress. You called out her name, making her scared out of the thought that she did something wrong. Smiling reassuringly at her, you made a thumbs up at her.

" Don't stress over college that much! It's not that worth it and please go home early and rest! That's an order!"

She widened her eyes at you and with slight tears, nodded her head to go and change her outfit. A pair of brown eyes were watching your interraction with curiosity and wonder. He wasn't used to seeing such kindness on a complete stranger ever since his childhood. He slightly turned to the ancient God next to him to not catch any attention but just gaped at him since he was feeling... sadness? Love?

Can this sassy old God even love someone?

"Hey, just wondering? How do you know this woman and how can she help us?"

"And why are you being all mushy?"

"Marc Spector, if you talk about her like that one more time, this will be the last time you'll ever talk."

Steven raised a hand in surrender and just pouted, turning to look at you talking sweetly at a child, he couldn't help but think that you were just an ordinary girl who had a simple life as a barista who was kinda cute and motherly who was also great at making coffee.

Elegant look, kindness that could match even Gods, and good looks-

"Don't you dare to think nasty things, little worm!"

"Okay, easy there Murder Bird!"

He scoffed and wanted to throw a snarky comment at him but when they heard you laugh over your phone while holding your chest thightly, Steven jumped up on his seat at Khonshu growling loudly at you- no, to the one you're talking with.

"You know, Buck... I prevented a death today and I'd like to consider this as a character development!"

"Oh, yeah? How did you do it then, doll?"

"Self restraint, of course!"

You were idly fixing the tables while talking to Bucky who became a close friend to you after helping them for some time with the new Captain America. Even after you three parted ways, they were still a part of your daily life since your daughter loved Sam's corny jokes and your son adored how strong Bucky was. They both weren't used to someone so young, little yet strong kids look up to them, especially Bucky who thought that he wasn't a good man that deserved praise. Before you could scold him for laughing at your answer, you visibly beamed at hearing your son and daughter over the phone, both of them laughing joyfully.

"Is that momma you're talking? We want to talk too!"

"Yes, Uncle Bucky! We want to!"

You sat down and looked at the many pastries before you absent-mindedly while Bucky was trying to set the excited kids down to let them speak to you. He couldn't exactly blame them for their excited fidgetings since it's been a long time they saw you and he wasn't sure if he could keep up with their powers and smartness any longer.

Being born to the two strong Gods wasn't that easy. The spiritualness, smartness, and limitless power the duo held between their little hands were inmeasurable and that made you worry more than anything in the life. Who knew what would happen to them if humans learnt about them? Or your enemies? Would you be able to protect them from the harsh world?

You winced when a particular harsh and angry scream erupted from your daughter. Heart pounding hard in your ribcage, you asked if everything was all right when Bucky told you that she got angry at her brother for pulling on her hair and threw a blue and white ball at him?

"Wait... Did you just say a ball of blue and white?"

"Uhh, yeah, doll... That's exactly what I said but- Hey? Y/N? Are you there?"

"Ah, yes I am! I think I should come there quickly though... I guess her powers are starting to appear and I need to be there to calm her."

Sighing heavily to yourself, you touched the star necklace around your neck to find some solace and comfort midst your anxiety attack. Remembering your one and only love used to bring a painful stab to your heart and an inexplicable feeling of revenge and hatred but now, there was just a hollow emptiness inside where your heart used to be. Your eyes started to sting, your heart paced faster at the memory of you two's last day together.

The late night sky was shining with the bright twinkling light of millions of stars. The purple galaxies across the endless universe and constellations was such a sight to behold that you just admired what your lover created while swinging your feet in the river. Your father, Odin, was pretty much angry at this relationship you two created, stating that you were a princess and therefore deserved the best, strongest God as your husband... and preferably a human one. You giggled at the memory of you yelling at him so hard that your beloved Sun almost scorched the whole Asgard. You could even feel the air shifting around you and hearing what sounded like a coo and awe, you felt your cheeks turn a sweet shade of pink before sprinting out of the Great Hall to visit your lover in his realm.

And now here you were, throwing your head back fondly to look at the endless sky. Seeing your grumpy yet sweet lover, you smiled so wide that it made even the aloof God smile at your small form. It was hard, being with a 8 feet God while you were hardly 5'7 but somehow you managed by finding that he can posses a human body. You didn't like the idea that much since he was using a poor guy who didn't know anything and you loved the true form of him more than anything.

"My Goddess, why are you smiling so hard for?"

You hugged yourself hard when you heard his deep and raspy voice while he was holding his staff between his hands and folding his legs to sit next to you. Looking up at him and kissing his beak softly, you took his long arm between yours and looked at the lake before you which was painted with a deep night blue which was lighted by the little fireflies.

"Nothing, My God... Just thinking about my father and you."

"Hmm... I hope you don't think about pranking him with your brother, my star."

"Ah, never never! Me, the Goddess of Sun, Power and Eternal Life, is going to prank the Father of all Gods? No way!"

A deep chuckle rumbled inside his chest and vibrated to your own smaller figure which made you close your eyes peacefully. Inhaling and exhaling slowly, you made the most with the time you two had before you went back to the palace to work with your mother. Looking at the hollow eye-sockets of your lover, you made an attempt at speaking first. But before you could open your mouth, he beat you into it.

"My Moon, My Star... You do know of how much I love you, right?"

You looked at him with your pointer finger up, mouth forming a shocked "o" shape at the voice of the God of Moon and Vengeance, the one who would throw snarky comments and annoy everyone sounded so... insecure and unsure. The realization made you look at him in sadness and also curiousty, wondering why he brought this up so suddenly.

Turning your head to the big and shining Moon, you looked back at the God that was your lover who was looking down at you, waiting for an answer. You couldn't probably see it that well, but internally, he was at the verge of freaking out. Eveey second you weren't answering was like a year of torment, a million swords piercing his body at everywhere. He knew he was rough around the edges, that you deserved a more romantic lover who wouldn't yell over you when you fluster him, or someone you could cuddle easily, walk around easily... The list was a long one, and unfortunately, Odin threatining the absolute shit out of him if he didn't leave you was good enough as reason to be sentimental.

"Leave my daughter alone, you little God! How can you possibly think that you're good enough for her?!"

He still remembered how your mother tried to calm him down while he was walking back to where he came from, mind already clouded by what he was supposed to talk to you. He wasn't gonna just leave you like that just because Odin told him to. Heck, he felt like he found the other half of his existence! You, with your bubbly personality, caring self, smile full of love and eyes that couldn't even rival the brightness of his Moon were everything to him.

And he would rip out his own heart if it meant that you could be together, even if it was in another galaxy.

"You know... The Moon actually shines thanks to the Sun, and without the Moon, Sun wouldn't have such a meaning to anyone except brightining around while burning itself for the sake of others..."

Khonshu looked at you with what you assumed as wonder and a deep love, your bond being strong with him. You definetly have a way with your words, my little one, he thought while gently caressing your hair. He hummed at you, urging you to go on and you grabbed his hand. Putting something a little heavy in his hand, Khonshu tilted his head to left and opened it, only to see a sun-shaped golden necklace. Looking at you for any affirmation, you just nodded your head and got up to put it on his body, right in the middle of his Moon Symbol.

" You're the reason I don't loose myself, the reason I always give life and enlighten paths for people. I'd like to think that we both complete each other and... I really don't believe my life would have such a meaning if you weren't in... there..."

You blushed and shied away from him, taking a few steps back when you felt him freeze and get tense. You beat yourself in your mind for speaking so carelessly and pouring your heart out at him. You two weren't even in that part of your relationship! You didn't even mutter any "I love you"s to each other, and you had to go and utter such words! Idiot YN!

" Why?"

He didn't know why exactly he said that, I mean you literally serenaded to him and he asked "why?". But he really wondered the reason. You were such a powerful God, beauty that could rival Helen of Troy, or Aphrodite and Hathor and every Goddess all around the realm yet, you chose to be with him. You chose to love him, cherish him 'till the day you'd die and felt so strongly about him that you even created your very own hidden heaven just for you two to come and love each other.

Knitting your eyebrows, you smiled sweetly and kissed his forehead. Lingering there a few second, you took a step back and put his hand on your chest, right where your heart was.

"Because I'm in love with you."

And just like that, he pulled you to his lap and smelled your every part, he always thought that even though there was a heart, nothing could make it beat so loudly. Not protecting humans, not ripping hearts, not Hathor's music, nothing.

Except you...

"My Moon, be mine. Let me make you mine and cherish you forever in the presence of our love for each other."

Feeling every inch of love he had for you through his lovesick voice, you nodded at him with slight tears. Bandaged hands started to caress your body and took you in his arms to go where your palace was residing. You couldn't help but caress the skull and whisper to him.

"Silly, Don't you know I've always been yours..?"

And the Moon shone so bright that it was visible even in the morning and the Sun was shining in such a warm yet strong way that people were curious yet happy since their days will go with peace. You two made your bond stronger by making love to each other for the first time, both in his true form and in a human, laughed freely and happily, not caring about how you'll be in trouble for all the bruises he gave to you but you were fine. You had your lover here, with you, soon to be married for eternal life... Turning to look at him, you softly kissed his jaw and closed your eyes for the sleep to take you over...

Not knowing that the Sun you adored so much would loose its spark in a matter of seconds, and the heart that was once filled with love would be nothing but a heart that screamed for one thing:

Revenge.

*****

"Lee! There is a creepy looking guy and a sweet girl looking straight at you for the past 30 minutes! Shall we call the police!?"

When a co-worker whisper yelled at you, you almost fell of the chair, if not for grabbing the table at the last minute. You looked at her with wide eyes, almost hearing what seemed like an amused chuckle and she got panicked, stuttering over her words while trying to apologize but you cut her off to understand who she was talking about and where that damn chuckle was coming from.

"What man and woman? Where? Show me, show me!"

"Right behind you but don't be too... Obvious..."

She sighed annoyed when you turned abruptly to look at what she was talking about, and you saw a curly-haired woman who had a sweet yet awkward smile and a man looking at you as if you were his next prey with soft curls that fell on his forehead. By the look of his eyes, you could guess that he was somehow in a lot of wars or jobs that included killing, not serial killer since he wouldn't come with a girl to observe his victim, maybe a mercinary or something like that.

Keeping the eye contact, you turned on where you were sitting and looked at them with whole of your body turned to them, legs dangling both sides of the chair. Leaning down a little bit more, you tilted your head to see if any of them would stop looking, whether it was out of discomfort or their human eyes finally loosing the batte against being dry for so long.

"Are we going to keep staring at each other until your eyes will dry so hard that not even water would help, or are you going to stop?"

And you smirked in victory when both of them groaned out in discomfort, rubbing their eyes to ease the pain. You chuckled and grabbed your eye drop for dry eyes, whistling at them, you threw it at the girl while fixing your clothes.

"You know, staring at people is rude and you even kept looking at me when I clearly warned you? You got some real guts, darlings!"

You stood in front of them, folding your arms in front of your chest, waiting for them to finish dropping the eye drop. You turned your head to the back slightly and smiled at your co-workers to let them know that everything was fine and that you were going to deal with the duo. Taking off your notebook and pencil, you waited for them to talk so you can just go and prepare their orders and go back to your place to your kids.

"Okay, gentleman, my lady, what may I bring you?"

"Look, we aren't here for-"

"An Iced-Latte and Americano would be great! Right, Marc?"

You looked at them with a bored yet curious gaze and raising your brow at the look the woman was giving him, thight lips with half wide eyes that screamed for him to shut up, you shrugged your shoulders and wrote their orders. Smiling at their way, you went back to your place and started to prepare what they wanted while trying not to laugh at their banter.

"Look, I know you want to ease into the talk but we don't really have time! Harrow is right on our tail and-"

"And freaking her out would be no help, Marc! If she really is who she is, than she already knows everything just let us get her trust!"

Oh My, What could two mortals do with a God?, you thought, while twisting your rings anxiously. You could just march up right there, tell them to go away since they'd be throwing themselves into more danger by being with you but your mind couldn't help but wonder: Who was this Harrow and how do they know who you are?

Meanwhile, a certain ancient God was right behind you, with his staff planted on the marble floor firmly. He extended a bandaged hand out to you, wanting to touch the face he dreamed of seeing again for all these centuries but he looked at you in shock since his hand just... slipped through you. He shuffled where he was standing and clutched the sun shaped necklace on his chest thightly, as if he was in pain. He didn't understand, do you not see him? Was he wrong about this woman being you? Did you forget about him?

Marc, thinking that Khonshu was right behind him, turned to question the God but when he saw that there was no one, he frantically looked around, finding him right next to you, trying to touch you and fail miserably. He nudged Layla and they both looked at him curiously while Layla was sad. She frowned at the scene since the snarky, grumpy God looked like a little kid trying to grab his mother and that he was somehow looking at her with pure sadness and a sullen look. Layla turned to Marc and leaned down to his ear to speak what was in her mind.

"Do you think... Maybe they have a shared past? It's not normal for him to be so... depressed."

"I don't know but I guess we're about to find out..."

You shivered slightly and looked around to see if there was any open windows than necessary and upon finding none, you grabbed their drinks and walked towards them. Smiling to yourself at the delighted look on the woman's face which made you smile softly at her even more and before you could go and change your outfit, she called out to you.

"U-Uh, Miss! Can we talk a little bit!"

"Uh... Sure, just let me change quickly okay?"

When you came from the back room and sat down in front of them, you could see that the man next to her was no longer the one you saw earlier. Sure, the body was the same but the look he was giving were shy? Anxious, and a little bir excited?

"Sorry for asking this but... Are you Egyptian?"

"Uh, yeah! I am and my friend here is-"

"You sure?"

They both looked at you with their mouths hanging open widely, the man spilling his coffee almost over himself and you gighled delightfuly at their shocked faces while handing a napkin to the poor man who thanked you stuttering.

"Ahh, that's the best part of the day! But seriously, your pheromone levels are quite high to be just friends and I'm not dumb... Actually I didn't mean the sexual tension you both have, more like you used a singular word whereas there are 3 people in one body..."

"Holy Fuck, she really is a Goddess!"

"Shhh, you idiot! Don't shout thing like that!"

You closed his mouth with your hand and looked around you anxiously to see if there was anyone who heard you. You sighed in relief since most people were outside and sat back down on your seat. Looking at them with hooded eyes and a tired look, you lifted your head to look at the woman before you.

"Look, sweetheart... I don't know who do you think I am or how much you know about me but I'm not the one to help you..."

"Wait, please! We know you faced many shit but you have to listen to us, you're the only one that could help us and if you don't want to help, then we'll let you go!"

Layla would have pressured you into listening to them more, even using harsh words but the look on your eyes touched her heart deeply. The tired eyes,dull look that screamed to let go of you... They were the same eyes she used to have and even though she didn't have a great sense of feeling people's emotions, she was sure as hell that you have been through a lot.

Thinking about her offer for a minute, you looked at the door and to them, trying to decide which option was better. To be honest, walking through that door and never looking back was a good idea. You didn't even know these people, you owed nothing to them to accept their offer and you weren't in the mood to deal with a bunch of kids... But the desperation and scared look in their eyes, even though they tried to hide it, was clear and that made you sit straight on your seat. Whining and pinching the bridge of your nose, you nodded and accepted to talk.

The woman, who later told you her name was Layla, smiled in gratitude and looked at the man beside her, who was Steven who had three alters, to speak since things were about to get complicated.

"Okay so, even I don't really understand what really is going on but one time I woke up in the middle of a meadow, got chased down by people and was holding a dung beetle. Later, I saw a man who was talking about the other world, the after life and then used a cane and then sucked the life out of a woman, saying that maybe bad thing will happen in the future and then everyone screamed-"

"All Hail Ammit, right?"

"Yes! But how did you..?"

"Ammit is the ancient Egyptian God that devoured the soul of those who she deemed unworthy. Eater of Hearts, Devourer of the Dead... Please, continue with your story, Steven Grant."

" And I don't know they were after the dung beetle and when I opened it, it just started to fly around, there is a God that wants me to be his avatar, well actually Marc is his but since he's inside my body, I kinda am his avatar too... And how do you know my surname, I didn't even tell you!?"

You sighed lovingly at the man who forgot that you were a Goddes yourself and waited for him to realize his mistake and when he did, he blushed so hard that he just wanted to crawl under the blankets and hide there forever. You pat his hand softly, telling him that it was okay and asked him to show you the beetle. Inspecting it while turning it upside down, you started to murmur to yourself.

" The ancient Egyptians identified this with creation, the indisputable strength of masculinity, procreation, wisdom, reincarnation, immortality and renewal... Ammit has been imprisoned for centuries and if there is a man, using her powers to collect souls... and thinking of the meaning of dung beetle... It's obvious that this Harrow man is trying to set her free, Steven..."

You gave it back to him and rubbed your face while thinking. The Egyptian Gods have always been into chaos more than anyone, being like little children and all that. They never gathered around one topic or aim, resulting in more chaos. They didn't even care about humanity anymore, opting to observe them through their avatars and even then, they didn't really give a single fuck about them. Always thinking so highly of themselves, looking down at humans... No wonder you hated their guts.

If this man would set Ammit free... You didn't want to imagine what would happen to the world.

"But... How can we stop them? We don't even know any God except you and you might not even help-"

"Who told you I'm not gonna help? I mean sure I'd have loved to have the retired life but... Unfortunately, if you come face to face with the other Gods, they wouldn't be nice to you... and probably wouldn't listen either. With me in the picture, they'd have no choice but listen."

"And Miss Lee... Since you're gonna help, can we learn your real name and identity please? If that's... okay?"

Looking at her sharply, you looked down and up at her, knowing that you were making them anxious second by second. Grinning joyfully, you nodded your head and popped a lollipop into your mouth, extending your hand out for her to shake.

"Nice to meet you, Layla El-Faouly! I'm the Goddess of Sun, Power snd Immortal Life... Daughter of Odin and Frigga, elder sister of Thor and Loki, a mother of two children and a woman who is this close to loose her shit."

She laughed at your way of introducing and watched you hug Steven to yourself lovingly, patting his head softly and praising him for being smart enough to find you. He curiously looked at your right and you turned your eyes at where he was looking but seeing no one, you ssked him what he was looking at.

"Oh, nothing! It's just... we didn't find you, he showed you to us..."

"He? Who?"

"It's the God of-"

Everyone inside the shop screamed when multiple bullets sounded around. Protecting Layla and Steven, tucking their head under your arms, you looked around to see a man with a cane walking towards you three. Creating a light shield around them, you took tentaive steps to the man looking at you with a fond smile. Feeling uneasy of his presence, you took out your staff and directed it to him. He stopped where the end of your sun staff ended, he bowed in front of you.

"O' the strong Goddess of the West, the one who enlightens paths and give what they desire, I find such pleasure in meeting the daughter of Odin..."

"As much as I like being praised, I really would rather you talk to me standing up, Arthur Harrow."

Smiling at you, he got up and after setting your staff down, he kissed your hand softly which made you raise a brow at his action. Meanwhile, Steven and Marc was having a headache over Khonshu screaming right next to him.

"IF YOU LET HIM TOUCH HER ONE MORE TIME, MARC SPECTOR, STEVEN GRANT, I'LL TEAR DOWN EVERY SINGLE MUSCLE OUT OF YOU!!"

Not being aware of what was happening behind you, Arthur started to talk while looking at you in astonishment.

"I never thought I'd see the day I'd be in front of such power but even someone like me can get lucky from time to time..."

"Cut the bullshit, darling... Enough of the praises, I already know why you're here."

"Then you also know that I've come here to convince you to join-"

"Who do you think you are, convincing me? I am the one that will decide on what I'll do and I'm the only one who will decide whether you're telling truth or not!"

Layla and Steven let out a wow at your voice echoing all around, and your body shining in an angry orange and red, Arthur's men took a few steps back but he only came closer to you with a manic grin. Directing your staff at him again, he didn't care and continued to talk.

"Oh, I can see why such a power is coming from you... Who would have guessed that a Goddess can have revenge inside of her so powerful that it's enough to burn everything?"

"I don't have revenge or anything like that inside me, watch your tongue, boy..."

"Oh, but you do. The fall of your home, your brother and your friends, being betrayed by the one you thought who loved you... So many sins have been committed against you..."

"Shut up..."

"I know the feeling... The same God who spoke such lovely words to you, whispering his love and affections also deceived me as well..."

Well, that caught your attention. Did he even know what he was talking about? Did he really know Khonshu at some point? You looked him up and down to see if he was throwing any lies at you but you saw... none.

With wide eyes, you lowered your guard and looked at him with big, shaky eyes. Seeing that he was getting under your skin, Marc took over an tried to break the shield that surrounded them.

"Do you... really know him? I mean-"

"Khonshu? The ever changing God? Yes, my dear... I know him and how he betrayed me just like how he betrayed you..."

Marc grunted in pain and cursed at you for creating such a strong shield. And the fact that Khonshu was screaming and trashing out didn't help.

"MARC! SAVE HER FROM HIS CLUTCHES!"

"Who is that woman to you anyways?! WHY ARE YOU SO-"

"BECAUSE SHE'S MY WIFE, YOU IDIOT!

"YOUR FUCKING WHAT?!!"

Before Arthur would try and touch you with his filthy hands, you heard the breaking of your shield and it was as if something switched back on. Growling at the man before you, you punched him hard from the balls and threw him away from you. Fighting against the men surrounding you, you turned to look at Steven and Layla to see if they were fine but what you saw made you falter and silently cry...

For the same bandages and Moon shape was on Steven, and your husband standing right in front of you protectively with a pleading and crushed look...

#marvel x you #marvel x gender neutral reader #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #moon knight imagine #moon knight x reader #steven grant imagine #steven grant x reader #marc spector imagine #marc spector x reader #khonshu imagine #khonshu x reader #bucky barnes #thor #loki

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goldenwanderer · 3 years ago

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okay, but now that i have a wheel of time/warehouse 13 au floating around in my head, imagine if the blue ajah decided that one of their "causes"/super spy responsibilities was to find objects of power (like ter'angreal) and bring them safely back to the white tower. their extensive eyes-and-ears network keeps an eye out for rumors, and then they send in a group of sisters to actually secure the objects.

imagine myka as an aes sedai in her thirties or forties, a decade or two after becoming a full sister. she's a blue, of course (though you can bet the browns, reds, and greens were all after her). she's skilled with the one power, but also insanely smart. she's not quite as good at tower politics as some, so she's happy to be out in the field, doing some good work. myka is bonded to pete - she never would have guessed he would be a good warder for her, but he brings out her optimism and makes her smile, and he would do anything to keep her safe. (possibly she had a previous bond to sam before he died, and she's still a little bit healing from that.)

imagine claudia as a brand-new blue sister, maybe less than a year after taking the oaths. she was probably discovered by this group during one of their trips, years ago, and now she's determined to become one of their number. her strength in the power is incredible - she's probably the strongest of all of them - but she has the least experience. she has not bonded a warder yet, but when she does, it will probably be a blonde, blue-eyed boy who can tell when people are lying (a talent that's a bit irrelevant when aes sedai can't lie, but other people definitely can).

imagine vanessa as an older blue sister who's been doing this for a while. yes, she's blue, not yellow. she's a skilled healer, to be sure, but her passion was always for justice and doing good in the world, not just for healing the sick and injured, so she ended up going blue (much to the chagrin of the yellows). her overall strength in the power is less than myka's or claudia's, but they still defer to her as their leader. vanessa is by far the most adept at navigating the treacherous politics of the tower, and she also has a way with ordinary people that myka tries to emulate. she has been bonded to artie to decades. he's the very definition of the stoic (grumpy) warder stereotype.

imagine leena as the brown sister who actually takes care of the objects once they make it back to the tower. she's the only non-blue sister who has access to exactly what the group is doing. (not that their mission is a secret, per se - obviously the other aes sedai know these blue sisters are bringing back ter'angreal and such, but they don't know the details, you know.) leena rarely leaves the tower to travel with them, but once in a while she'll tag along. she does not have a warder, and isn't really looking for one. she's more concerned with taking care of her sisters, and the powerful objects they find.

imagine helena as a green sister who ingratiates herself into the group from time to time, because she feels like it. though artie is convinced helena is there to spy on them, most of the group gets along with her well enough. her cunning and charm has helped them secure targeted objects on a few occasions. she currently has two warders, wolly and liam, who both somehow put up with helena's antics. unlike some of her green sisters, helena is not romantically involved with either of her warders. instead, her interest appears to lie with myka - and that's probably half the reason she spends time with the group at all.

imagine mrs frederic as irene sedai, the head of the blue ajah, who is ultimately in charge of all these idiots (other than leena and helena, i suppose). she could be the amyrlin seat, if she were so inclined. but for now, she's got her hands full making sure no one screws anything up too badly.

#warehouse 13 #myka bering #bering and wells #pete lattimer #claudia donovan #helena wells #steve jinks #irene frederic #leena #artie nielsen #i was tempted to make hg a red for the drama #but there's no way miss many of my lovers were men would choose red #there are so many blues in this show though #gw.text #gw.all #gw.au

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 4 years ago

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Normal Love and Superheroes: Two - my city

Summary: Leena gets a meeting with the Bruce Wayne himself and a call from John Blake.

Pairing: John Blake x OFC (Leena Duckett)

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: none I think...characters discuss Sexy Times and getting drunk but like that’s it I suppose

“Why the heck would he want a private tour with me? He asked for me specifically?”

“Look that’s what he said over the phone, Leena.”

“But did he say why?”

“I’m so terribly sorry I didn’t take the time to ask Bruce frickin’ Wayne, one of the biggest patrons of the gallery, why he asked for a tour from you specifically.”

Leena blushed. “Sorry, Adeline. I just…”

“Don’t worry about it.” The blonde sitting behind the welcome desk smiled with a closed mouth. “I’d react the same way if I were in your shoes. A whole hour or more with Bruce Wayne….”

Another tour guide jogged up to the front desk from the bowels of the gallery. Leena turned and watched her approach. Phoebe had a look of conspiracy and impression on her long face. She came to a halt beside Leena and elbowed her in the side.

“So are you gonna take Mr. Wayne into one of the more….Private rooms of the gallery?” Phoebe asked with a wicked smile.

Leena rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help the hot feeling that was spreading from her neck into her face. It was no secret about Gotham that Bruce Wayne, billionaire playboy, was extremely attractive and constantly single. She saw the tabloid covers as she stood in line at the grocery store. She even ran into him outside of a restaurant one time. But his sexual promiscuity was not what bothered her about giving him a private tour. It was more the fact that he was Bruce Wayne, billionaire enigma businessman that seemed to have intimidation come out of his very pores. Who was she to be giving him a tour of the galleries that he often bought from? A no-name artist who worked two jobs, one of which she hated, to make ends meet? That didn’t sound like the kind of girl that should be giving a Wayne tours of anything.

“No I will not, Phoebe, Jesus!” Leena laughed.

“Oh, come on, have you seen him? Plus, you know he’d be open to it. He’s slept with every hot girl in Gotham and beyond.”

“Just cause he’s slept around doesn’t mean he’d be open to swapping spit in a broom closet with a random gallery tour guide.” Leena rolled her eyes. “Maybe he wants just a normal day out. Like anyone else.”

“God, you’re no fun,” Phoebe groaned.

“I think we know from after hours drinks just how fun Leena can be,” Adeline, the front desk girl, pitched in.

Leena rolled her eyes again and smirked. She always told herself, after those nights out, that she would never fall into the temptation of going again. She always got way too drunk, being a lightweight that fell very easily under peer pressure. And because she always got way too drunk, she always ended up doing something she regretted. Like dancing on top of a table, kissing some random person in the dark corner of the bar they frequented, or possibly recreating dance scenes from Chicago with very little success.

“Please stop,” Leena begged with a red face.

“Excuse me ladies.” An older gentleman with an English accent approached the front desk. He looked very nice in a dark suit with white thinning hair. “I’m here for my tour of the gallery.”

“Of course, what’s the name attached to the tour?” Adeline asked.

Phoebe squeezed Leena’s arm and wiggled her eyebrows before she trotted off, back into the gallery. And Leena was about to do the same, but —

“Bruce Wayne. I run his house and am looking for some new work to be put up. I believe I set aside a tour guide already?” the old man said.

“Oh, yes, you did.” Adeline typed on the computer for a moment, giving Leena a bit of side-eye as she did so. “You’ll be touring with Ms. Duckett.”

Leena let out a breath. A sudden wash of relief and disappointment running through her. She knew that the gallery was the place for many of Gotham’s most elite families to buy art for their various homes throughout the world. Rich folk wanting to support local artists. But she had never given a tour to any actual members of those families. It was always the butlers, the house runners, the managers, the publicists even. But they always state that it is the butler or the house runner coming to assess new pieces that have been put up. So when Bruce Wayne’s actual name was logged into the system, Leena really thought it was going to be him walking through the halls of their gallery. Really laying his eyes on the art and choosing it for himself rather than someone else choosing it for him and barely even noticing that it was hung in his manor. The disappointment didn’t last long, however.

Leena stepped towards the old man with a smile. “And I am Ms. Duckett. A pleasure to meet you…”

“Alfred, miss.” He held out his hand and she shook it.

“Well, right this way, Alfred.” She gestured for them to enter the gallery and she began to lead. “We’ll start with our glassworks suite — “

They entered the first room of the gallery. The Shefield Gallery was extensive, housing several different mediums of art from a variety of artists. Pure white walls to off balance the bright pops of color that the artwork created, heightening the customer intrigue. In this first room there were at least fourteen pedestals strewn about the room, each one holding a different piece of glass artwork. Leena liked to look at glasswork, but would probably never attempt creating any herself. Molten glass just seemed a little too dangerous for her taste.

“Actually, sorry to be a bother, but I was hoping to look at something specific on this trip.” Alfred pulled a piece of paper from his suit jacket pocket. He unfolded it and handed it to Leena. “A piece specifically requested by Master Wayne.”

Leena stopped them and took the piece of paper with raised brows. It was a print out from the gallery’s website. Her eyes widened.

That was her painting. Put up in the employee suite of the gallery after much begging and finally the curator taking pity on her for being a slightly hungry artist.

She looked back up at Alfred to see him smiling at her. She quickly regained herself and asked, “Um — are you sure it’s this one that Mr. Wayne wants?”

“Yes. That’s the one.”

With a resigned nod and a thick swallow, Leena led Alfred to the employee suite. She could feel her fingers going numb. Bruce Wayne wanted her painting? Really? He asked for it specifically? She was sure that the old man had to be lying to her for her benefit. Playing some sort of weird joke that ended with her humiliated and a playboy billionaire laughing at the footage of her misfortune. Or maybe there was no farce and the man really did like her painting so much he wanted to buy it and hang it in his home. Leena rubbed at her neck. He would be the first person to ever like her work enough to do so.

They came to the employee suite and Leena stopped them in front of the painting in question. She put her head down as Alfred looked at it. His thin lips were quirked up in a small smile but she couldn’t tell if that was a good or bad thing.

“Pick your head up, miss,” he said, “I know you painted this.”

“Is that why you asked for me for your tour?” Leena asked.

“It is indeed.” His smile widened. “Master Wayne wanted me to see what kind of person could paint something like that.”

He pointed to the canvas and Leena furrowed her brows. She turned to the painting herself. Was there some vulgar message she, the artist, had missed? No. She couldn’t see it. All she saw was a portrait of Gotham at night. Done in oil paints on a medium sized canvas, Leena had always been told she leaned too far into her impressionist influences. But she couldn’t help it. Ordinary subject matter with a heightened sense of romanticism and color was something that Leena was just drawn too. The painting was Gotham at night, looking out over the skyline with the lights from the offices and apartments shining brightly, as if the viewer were looking down from the highest story of some building or other. In the glowing rooms in the foreground, people could be seen. Families, tired office workers, friends getting together.

She had titled the painting My City.

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean,” she said, turning back to Alfred.

“Master Wayne sees Gotham as a dark place — a place full of hate, injustice, and cruelty,” Alfred said.

Leena pulled a face. “While I will not disagree with Mr. Wayne — Gotham is full of the worst kinds of things — but it is also still worth saving. And loving. And living in if only to save it and love it more.”

Alfred smiled, a soft and knowing thing that made Leena’s eyes narrow.

“And Master Wayne would agree with that sentiment as well.” He turned to the painting again, hands clasped behind his back. “Which is why he was drawn to your work so much. You share similar views on a city that many have lost faith in — a rare find, especially in art form.”

Leena was puzzled. Bruce Wayne grew up in Gotham, just like she did. But they saw completely different sides of Gotham. Wayne saw only the elite, the rich, the famous side. The side that lived in penthouse suites, owned entire blocks of buildings, and could afford to eat at those fancy restaurants downtown. The faces of Gotham City. While Leena saw the hands and feet, the workers and the heart and soul of Gotham. The side that worked fifty hour weeks, lived in the slums, and had to cut up and burn their own furniture to keep warm. Gotham wasn’t worth saving because of the side that Bruce Wayne saw, that made it worth damnation. Gotham was worth saving because of what Leena saw.

“Um — well — uh — I…I don’t really know what to say. I wish I could tell Mr. Wayne thank you in person.”

Alfred seemed to get an idea. “How about you deliver the painting in person to Wayne Manor? Tomorrow perhaps? You could thank him in person and he would get to meet the artist behind the painting that has captivated him for so long. That is, if you are free, of course.”

“Well, if he wanted to do that he could have come himself today.” Leena couldn’t stop the words before they came out of her mouth.

Her eyes widened as she stared at Alfred. God, she really needed to learn how to control her mouth. She could feel her neck heating up and her face paling all at the same time. Her face scrunched up as she closed her eyes. Maybe if she didn’t look at him he would just go away or she would just sink into the floor. Either option would spare her from the agonizing embarrassment ripping through her right now.

“I’m so — “

Alfred chuckled. He actually started laughing. A polite and somehow very British thing that had Leena’s eyes flying open.

“I couldn’t agree with you more, Ms. Duckett,” he chuckled out, “But Master Wayne has turned into a bit of a recluse as of late. And I really do think he would appreciate meeting you.”

Leena bit down hard on her lip. If it meant making the $500 the painting was priced at, she was willing to do anything honestly. Even it meant borrowing Jamie’s car and meeting the actual Bruce fricking Wayne himself. That was enough money to pay her half of the rent for the month and she only had to do one thing. Not work her ass off at two different jobs. Her need for the money more than outweighed her apprehensions about meeting a billionaire and talking to him about her art and her thoughts on Gotham.

“Alright. Tomorrow at three o’clock. Is that an okay time?”

“Oh, yes. Just in time for tea.”

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“Please could you stop the noise? I’m trying to get some rest,” Leena sang as she cleaned her paint brushes, “From all the unborn chicken voices in my head!”

She moved back to the canvas she had set up by the windows overlooking the city. Who knew getting a meeting with one of Gotham’s most influential men would give her inspiration for a new painting? The reference photo of Bruce Wayne was tacked into the corner of the canvas. She had gotten the idea on the train ride and subsequent bus ride back to her apartment when her shift at the gallery was over. Something about Bruce Wayne being a recluse and seeing the good in Gotham just gave her a spark of inspiration. A spark of inspiration to lesson her fears about meeting the man by painting him as a vigilante sasquatch.

It was at least making her feel better about the whole thing. Jamie had walked in from her own work shift with many questions about it. But Leena had only held up a finger for patience and put her headphones back in. Jamie knew what that meant. Her roommate had had a weird day and needed to vent through her art.

Leena continued to paint for some time. Lost in the music and the colors and shapes that flowed from her paintbrush. Leena’s mother had given her paints and paper when she was very little as a distracting craft while she tried to clean around the house. But her mother could not have known that that would have sparked a lifelong love for art and painting. A dedication to get better and better and find her own style. Winning contests, medals, and even studying art in college. Leena felt the most at home when she was painting. Felt the most herself when she had a brush in her hand and a vision in her head that just needed to be let out.

This was one of those ideas she just knew would consume her every waking, and possibly sleeping, thought until she got it out and onto the canvas. Vigilante sasquatch Bruce Wayne was going to camp out in her cerebral cortex until she had brought him to life. Trekking through the woods, covered in body hair, wearing a stupid bright red face mask. If he thought the city was so worth saving, then why didn’t he give money to the police department so they had the tools to catch the criminals loose on Gotham’s streets? Why didn’t he donate money to improve Gotham’s infrastructure, education, hospitals, mental health services, or literally anything else besides funneling money into his own company?

If she were to see him right now, she would have a piece of her mind to give him that was —

Her phone started vibrating in the pocket of her apron. Leena groaned. She had gotten into such a good groove, too. She pulled out her iPod first and paused her music. Then she flipped open her phone and held it up to her ear. She didn’t even bother to see who was calling. Her mother usually called around that time of day anyway.

“Hey, Mom, what’s up?” she asked as she pinched the phone between her cheek and shoulder.

“Uh — “ A distinctly male voice came through. “Sorry, this is John Blake. Were you expecting your mom to call you? Cause I can call back later.”

Oh, God. After realizing that, in her euphoria, she had forgotten to get his number, she had been waiting to hear from him for nearly two days.

“Oh, shit,” she said, quickly wiping her paint stained hands off on her apron, “Um, no — sorry. Sorry. I wasn’t — with my mom. I can talk now. Officer Blake — John. Officer Blake?”

At the mention of that name, Jamie peeked her head out from the gap in the curtains surrounding her bed with a look of pure interest on her face. Mouth open and her eyebrows raised as she looked across the room. Leena shooed her away with a wave of her hand and an uncontrollable smile.

“You can just call me John,” he laughed, “You getting around okay without the bike?”

“Uh, yeah. Taking the train and the bus — definitely throwing my budget out of whack but — that doesn’t matter…At all.” Leena glanced over at Jamie, still listening in, only to see her roommate roll her eyes.

When did she get so terrible at talking to men?

“Well, I have some good news for you.” Leena could feel her heart jump into her mouth, making her physically stand on tip toe and stare out the window as he continued to speak. “I found it. So — uh, where do you wanna go for our date?”

Leena squeezed her eyes shut, the smile on her face nearly hurting her cheeks as she tilted her head towards the ceiling. Was this really happening? After Jacob, she didn’t know if she would ever find anyone else. If she would be willing to put herself out there like that again. But with John, something felt different. He was safe, kind, and somehow she just knew that he would never hurt her like Jacob did. She twirled around once and she could hear Jamie whispering, asking what was going on. Leena ignored her roommate.

“How about Superdawg?”

Superdawg? Jamie mouthed with an unbelieving face.

“That hotdog place over by Robinson Park?”

“Uh, yeah.”

She heard him chuckle. “Sorry. I just suppose I expected you to pick something a bit more…I don’t know…”

“I’m not a fancy kind of girl, trust me.” Leena laughed. “We could eat and then maybe take a walk around the park or something? If that sounds good to you — I don’t — “

“No, that — that sounds great, actually. Honestly, kinda glad you didn’t pick something fancy.”

“Okay, cool.” Leena looked over at Jamie with raised brows and a wide smile. “Uh, what time?”

“Saturday — tomorrow at six? I can pick you up?”

“Yeah, that sounds great. I’ll see you then.”

“See you then, Leena.” She loved the sound of him saying her name. “Bye.”

“Bye.” She flipped her phone closed and turned to face Jamie with fists triumphant in the air. “I have a date! And I’m getting my bike back!”

#the dark knight rises #john blake #john blake imagine #john blake x reader #john blake x you #john blake x oc #dark knight #dark knight imagine #dark knight fic #dark knight fanfic #dark knight fanfiction #john blake fic #john blake fanfic #john blake fanfiction #joseph gordon levitt #jgl #nolan batman #dark knight trilogy

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meteor752 · 4 years ago

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More Lotr in Hogwarts stuff

This will make more sense if you read this

Before we begin, we shall discuss how old these guys are. Faramir and Tilda are both in Harry’s year, Éomer, Éowyn, Arwen and Bain are one year older and Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Tauriel and Boromir are two year older. Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin are two years younger.

And btw, this one will be long

1989:

Thrandruil and Elrond were in the same year and was friends during their school days, so Aragorn and Legolas knew each other during their childhoods and sat on the train together

Thranduil didn’t want to push too much pressure onto Legolas about being in Slytherin because they weren’t as extreme as the Blacks about it (Even though they are related to them), but it would be nice if he did end up in Slytherin

Luckily, he did, and Legolas was happy about it

When Legolas’ name was called up to get sorted, Sigrid almost walked out of the hall to go back home on the train because of all the years

Her Da, Bard, and Legolas father Thranduil used to date back in Hogwarts but Thranduil was pressured by his family to marry a Pureblood instead of a muggleborn, so they broke off

Thranduil married a pureblood woman named Leena who died in the first Wizarding war and Bard a muggle woman named Eleonore who died in sickness

Yes this will lead to Barduil, y’all know me by now

Legolas meets Gimli during potions where the two become partners, and neither are too happy about it at the start

Until they both end up in detention because they accidentally exploded a cauldron and Snape is a dick, where they end up bonding a bit

And now Gimli can’t get rid of Legolas who always comes up to him to gush about Aragorn or complain about his father being dramatic (Like he isn’t swooshing around with his long blonde hair and fancy clothes like a diva), and Gimli just wonders where it all went wrong

While Legolas is off making a friend, Aragorn joins the first years dueling club, and gets really good at it

In the dueling club he meets Boromir, a Hufflepuff that is really good at defensive spells, while Aragorn favors aggressive spells

The two end up creating a friendly rivalry between each other, that leads to an odd friendship

Tauriel basically just takes a liking to Legolas because he’s relatively kind and they’re both in Slytherin, and she just starts hanging out with him

Which confuses Legolas a hell lot because he barely knows this red head and all of a sudden she’s sitting by the lake with him helping him study

Overall, nothing really happens this year if I’m being honest

1990:

Bard and Thranduil knock into each other at the train station, and it’s very awkward for everyone involved

Arwen follows after Aragorn at the start, because she doesn’t know anyone and she’s rather around him than Elladan and Elrohir who’s in their seventh year at this point

Éowyn and Éomer get to know the others because the train is full and they’re only two in their compartment

Éowyn immediately falls in love with the dark haired rugged Ravenclaw, but thinks he and Arwen are some form of couple, and respects that

And Legolas ends up hearing a lot of gushing about the fiery Gryffindor girl from Tauriel that year, and Gimli just retorts with he now knows how it feels

Legolas also tries out for Slytherin Chaser that year and gets the position

But again, not much happens

1991:

This is where things starts to happen

The entire group thinks it’s awesome that Harry Potter will start school that year, and they discuss during the entire train ride which house they think he will end up in

The main bet is on either Gryffindor or Slytherin

Boromir’s little brother Faramir will also start that year, but he sits mostly quiet during the train ride

Tilda also surprises her entire family by ending up in Slytherin, but they all think it’s hilarious because they all got in different houses (Bard was a Hufflepuff)

Neither Tilda nor Faramir end up together with Harry, but Tilda ends up having to deal with Malfoy, who’s just the biggest pain in the ass

The two become Herbology partners however, with the assignment to care for a pretty ordinary plant, but as a lover of nature Tilda takes it very seriously and the two become friends because of it

And through Faramir Tilda meets Legolas, a fellow Slytherin student, and the two discover that they have a bit of family history

Éomer tried out for Gryffindor beater that year together with his sister who he forced, but the two lost the position the the Weasley twins.

Legolas, Tauriel and Tilda are very angry that year over the loss against Gryffindor with the house cup, because they would have won had that Potter brat not played the hero.

The others are delighted though, and makes sure to rub it in every chance they get

Aside from the troll during Halloween, not much happened that year either

1992

This is the year shit starts going down

The Chamber of Secrets only really affects two of the group members, Aragorn and Tauriel.

Tauriel herself is a Slytherin while Aragorn grew up in a Pureblood family, so they both and unsure if they will actually be targeted, but the others make sure to be on the safe side by always having two people walk with them

When the Slytherins of the group are informed that the entire house is the main suspect, all three takes great offense by it.

Tilda does find it funny though that Draco was a suspect by the Potter brat and his friend, as all that kid can do is whine and boast

After the petrifaction of the Granger girl, Tauriel even calls in a meeting for all the Slytherin students in the common room, because it’s getting a bit serious at this point

Every Slytherin denies that they have opened the chamber, and a first year even says that she’s probably done it and is now trying to shift the focus, but Legolas defends her stating that as a Muggleborn she couldn’t have

Despite it all, both Aragorn and Boromir enjoys that the whole school has taken an interest in Dueling and that they are getting new partners. No one is even close to beating them though, obviously. Éowyn is probably the one who comes the closest to it, but she still fails hard

Gimli is very annoyed the entire year thoug, as now on top of talking about Aragorn, Legolas has also started babbling about Gilderoy Lockhart, and Gimli is just beyond done with it at this point

Both Tauriel and Aragorn is very happy when the petrifications have stopped, and the two weren’t targeted even once

1993

Merry and Frodo are cousins that sit on the train together just simply for the sake of not sitting alone

Pippin literally falls into their compartment after being pushed, and asks if he can sit with them. Merry has already taken a liking to the boy, and Frodo fears for his future

Frodo gets out of there as fast as he can, and finds a mostly empty compartment except for a boy that’s around his own age, sitting and fiddling with his clothes

The boy turns out to be named Sam, and the two talk during the entire train ride, Frodo telling Sam about the magic world and Sam telling Frodo about the muggle world

The Dementors was a traumatic experience for all of them, especially Aragorn who’d witnessed his mother’s death and the bowman kids that had had their village destroyed by a dragon when they were kids. None of them fainted, Potter, but it was close in Sigrid’s case

This was also the year that both Faramir and Tilda had to experience a lot of Malfoy’s whining, and Tilda was close to just kill either him or herself after just a few weeks

Both Aragorn and Sigrid end up being ravenclaw prefects, with Boromir the one for Hufflepuff

Tauriel and Tilda try out for quidditch beater and chaser and ends up getting the positions. Boromir also tries out for Hufflepuff beater and ends up on the team. Éowyn and Éomer also doesn’t get the position and are bummed out about it for a couple of weeks

The four first years end up coming into the group because of Merry and Aragorn, of all people

Despite being smarter than he looks, Merry is terrible when it comes to riddles, and he often end up having to wait for other Ravenclaws just to get into the common room

Aragorn starts to notice the first year always sitting outside the common room, and he always makes sure to check sometime’s if he himself is inside the common room if Merry is there

And since the chaotic duo did end up becoming friends with Frodo and Sam, there’s sometimes four first years outside the common room. Aragorn doesn’t care that they are from different houses, Frodo and Sam are both really sweet people. Pippin is a nightmare though, but Boromir likes him

After winter break Pippin comes back to school with a bunch of muggle devices like pencils and notebooks, and both Merry and Frodo are amazed.

This was the year that the group discovered that Tilda can’t say no to dares because she’s not a coward, and they have a blast with that.

Until Pippin dares her to go out in the forbidden forest at night, and she says yes because of course. And since Tilda is going Legolas is going because he doesn’t want her to get hurt, and since Legolas is going both Gimli and Aragorn are going because Aragorn is worried and no pretty boy is going to best Gimli, and since Aragorn is going Boromir is going because why not

It was full moon that night though, so the five end up very scarred after encountering a fucking werewolf

The teachers end up not finding out about it, but Aragorn feels really bad because he’s a prefect and this is not the example he should be giving the younger students, while Boromir feels great

1994

The only two who are seventeen by that time are Sigrid and Aragorn, and Legolas, Tauriel, Gimli and Boromir are just really bummed out.

Neither are chosen as the champion, and Boromir, Faramir and Sam are all really happy that the champion is a Hufflepuff though, because they never get their moment to shine.

They don’t this year either because Potter somehow become the fourth champion

Tauriel, Legolas, Tilda and Frodo does not hear the end of it by Malfoy in the Slytherin common room

They are all pretty hyped when the first challenge do come around, because it actually seems pretty exciting

Until the first dragon came out in the arena and Tilda was close to having a panick attack because of her fear of dragons, so they all unfortunately had to leave early to take her to the hospital wing. Sigrid arrived not long after with Bain, who’d also started having flashbacks.

Tilda was willing to face her fears after the first task though, when she approached one of the dragon trainers and asked if she could meet one of the less dangerous of the dragons

The Dragon trainer (a Weasley, funnily enough), was glad to help someone come over their dragon fear, and introduced her to a the common welsh green, that she ended up befriending and naming Jonathan. The two became pen pals, and he sent her a lot of pictures of Jonathan. She’s still not quite ready to interract with any other dragon, especially not a Ukranian Ironbelly, which was the dragon breed that destroyed her village.

The information of the Yule ball puts everyone out of the bad mood they had for missing the dragons, which Tilda is happy about.

Boromir ends up being asked by a seventh year named Théodred, who is Éomer and Éowyn’s cousin, and he gladly accepts. Tauriel builds up the courage to ask Éowyn out after a lot of pep talk from Legolas, Éomer asks Faramir that is quite flustered when he accepts, and the second years are disappointed that they can’t go

Legolas and Aragorn has a hard time asking the other though, so Arwen, Gimli and Tilda plays matchmakers for a few weeks just so those idiots can be honest about their feelings

Arwen does Aragorn’s hair for the ball, as he can’t do it himself because he’s bad at taking care of himself, and she does some real pretty braids in her own

Sigrid ends up asking Arwen out of all people, because just why not. Arwen is happy about that and the two end up having a lot of fun, but they remain friends.

Gimli and Tilda goes together just because they are the only ones left, but both are mostly there for the food.

Aragorn and Legolas finally becomes a couple during the night after years of pining, and Gimli and Tilda are just so relieved

But then they enter that honeymoon phase and that gets old real fast. Arwen is happy for them though

They were all so bored during the second challange, and is again a little annoyed with Tilda over missing the dragons.

At first it was the same with the third challange, until Potter returns with Cedric’s body.

1995

The entire train ride turns into one big argument if Voldemort is back or not. The majority of them don’t believe it, but both Éowyn and Tauriel do and those two know how to voice their opinion.

Despite that, they all agree that Umbridge is the worst. Especially Boromir, Pippin, Merry, Tauriel and Tilda who end up in detention a lot, and their hands end up as very scarred.

Aragorn is the one who is approached about Dumbledore’s army, and he of course informs the others that all agree on going.

Some of the other students argue against Legolas, Tauriel, Tilda and Frodo being there as they’re Slytherin’s, but Aragorn manages to convince them that they can stay.

Because of their talent in duelling, Aragorn and Boromir is really in the army, and is often used as examples of what to do while duelling.

As head boy and head girl, Aragorn and Sigrid abuses their positions a lot so the army can get away with a bunch of stuff

After a while, the group starts to realize that Potter was in fact speaking the truth and that Voldemort was back, and it was a lot to process.

Sam spends the winter break with Frodo and his uncle, while Pippin goes to Merry’s place and Tauriel to Legolas’. They see it safer that way, since muggleborns are in huge risk. The Bowmans worries a lot of their Da when they’re at school.

The teachment of the Patronus charm was most of theirs favorite moment that year (Except for that other thing). Aragorn was happy that his was a horse, Tilda found it ironic that she had a dragon and Legolas wasn’t at all surprised that his was an elk. There was a lot of confusion though when a raptor emerged from Pippin’s wand and all the half blood and muggleborns were loudly singing the Jurassic Park theme.

Frodo also became a Slytherin Chaser, and Sam is happily cheering on even though he has no idea how the sport works

And all four of the Slytherin’s happily sang along to Weasley is our King during Quidditch, as Gryffindor has beat them at everything since Potter started and finally they had something!

But after their match against Gryffindor they couldn’t make Malfoy shut up about Potter and how he’d “Unfairly attacked him”. Neither Legolas, Tilda or Frodo could pity him though, as if someone had insulted their dead mother they probably would have done the same

After Fred and George’s grand departure (Something that they all loved by the way), Merry and Pippin starts to follow in their footsteps together with Peeves, and they end up in detention so much that thier hands are almost always bleeding. Boromir gets real protective of the two during this time, and sometimes takes the blame for some of their pranks just to give the two a break.

Both Aragorn, Sigrid and Legolas end up graduating with top scores, while Boromir, Tauriel and Gimli have passable. Not bad, just not great.

1996

The train ride is a lot more quiet than it usually is that year, considering that six of them are missing. Merry and Pippin are still keep the mood up though, and Tilda was talking proudly about her new Moke, Aloe.

Tilda and Frodo realize during dinner however that something is wrong with Malfoy, as instead of proudly talking about something his father got for him, he was sitting in complete silence, just sometimes scratching his arm.

Both Frodo, Faramir, Éowyn, Éomer, Arwen and Tilda are accepted into the slug club that year, the first four because of their families and Arwen and Tilda because of their talents in Water and Fire magic. Or well, also a little because of Arwen’s family.

Éomer and Éowyn finally become the Gryffindor beaters that year, but somehow it wasn’t as exciting as they wanted it to be

Faramir and Tilda’s whole week is made however when Harry Sass Potter comes with his ‘There’s no need to call me Sir professor’

But the majority of the year is actually pretty chill, except for everyones worry of the outside world. The only big thing is Tilda and Frodo noticing how odd Draco is behaving compared to his usual whining self, but they don’t really think too much of it except for a conversation here and there.

It’s at the end of the year when some action finally happens, when death eaters infeltrate Hogwarts. As parts of Dumblredores army they fight back and no one gets too injured, but still action!

During Dumbledores funeral, Frodo’s uncle Bilbo talks to Sam and asks if he wants to stay with them during the summer, for his and his family’s safety. Sam agrees, partly because again, safety, and partly because he gets to hang out more with Frodo who he’d started to crush a bit on

The same is true for Pippin, that will stay with the Brandybucks during the summer.

1997

After the ministry take over, Thranduil opened up his home for his old friend Bard, since he’s a muggleborn and at risk. Sigrid and Bain ends up coming along as well, because of their serious lack of wizarding blood in ther veins. This is how Barduil happens.

Aragorn and Tauriel ends up on the run after the take over, only barely keeping in touch with Aragorn’s adopted fathers Elrond and Lindir as it would be too risky to send owls between each other.

Both Sam and Pippin are terrified when they step on the train on their way to Hogwarts, despite having new made up backgrounds of being relatives to Frodo and Merry

Frodo and Merry defend the two like hell though, if one of the Carrow would question their family background

A lot of Hogwarts student did that to Muggleborns actually, and a few ghost did as well. The Bloody Baron ended up lying about Tilda’s mother being from a Pureblooded family, which surprised her a lot.

During winter break Tilda went to Legolas’ house, and found out that her Da and Legolas’ father had gotten really close, which didn’t weird her out at all, nope!

Tilda tried her best to cheer a depressed Legolas up, since one of his best friends and his boyfriend were uncontactable, and he had no idea if they were even alive or not.

But still, she had to return to school along with the Faramir and the fifth years

It was in February that Faramir found out about his brothers death.

Boromir had tried to defend a couple of muggle kids, but while occupied with duelling a death eater he’d been hit in the back with the killing curse.

Faramir still stayed in school after that, as it would only get worse if he went home, so he stayed despite everything that was going on. Merry and Pippin both also got really sad over it since they liked Boromir, a lot, and Sam, Frodo and Tilda did their best attempts at cheering the three up, or just be a shoulder they could cry on

The battle of Hogwarts was extreme for all of them.

Faramir ended up taking revenge on the man that killed his brother, a death eater named Lurtz, by using Bombarda on a wall behind him, which ended up crushing him.

Tilda was knocked into a wall by one of the giants, and it collapsed on top of her. She didn’t die, miraculously, but when she was found during the armistice a lot of bones in her leg was broken and she could barely remain conscious

Sam and Frodo stuck together during the battle, both protecting each other with the spells they learned by the DA and that Aragorn had taught them. When Frodo taken down by one of the Acromantula’s however, Sam went in full protection mode, killing the thing plus three others that tried to come near. Frodo got the antidote during the armistice and he was fine really, but Sam couldn’t stop hugging him because he’d gotten so scared.

Merry and Pippin somehow found each other during the battle, despite starting out on complete opposite sides of it. Not only did they use spells in the battle, but also a lot of Fire Crackers because those were surprisingly effective. Merry did end up taking a hit to the side, but otherwise they were both relatively fine.

19 years later

Both Aragorn and Tauriel survived while on the run, by the way

Two years after the war Aragorn and Legolas married, with Arwen as Maid of Honor and Gimli as best man. Aragorn became the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher after the jinx was lifted, and Legolas the Care of Magical Creatures professor.

Gimli didn’t marry, and instead worked for Gringotts traveling the world and helping to build and secure vaults. He still comes around every thanksgiving and Christmas though

Tauriel did not become Minister of magic as she’d hoped, but instead became a Quidditch beater in the Appleby Arrow’s, and even playing in the World Cup a couple of times. She married Éowyn, who’d fulfilled her dream of becoming an Auror, and the two ended taking in a bunch of foster kids that had lost their parents in the war

Just like his sister Éomer became an Auror, while Faramir became a healer at St Mungos. The two did in fact not marry, but they are still a couple with two adopted sons and a bunch of horses

Tilda ended up loosing her leg in the war, and ends up walking around with two crutches aside from when she works where she has a prosthetic . She became a dragonologist, fully overcoming her fear and actually meeting a Ukrainian Iron Belly. She wasn’t a fan and would rather not do it again

Arwen did not marry either, and became a zoologists that focused mostly on aquatic animals.

Sam and Frodo ended up marrying though (Bilbo: FINALLY), and adopting a lot of kids. Sam became a Herbologist, and if the position was not already taken he would have become the Herbology teacher, while Frodo became a Astrologist.

Merry and Pippin were the last one out of the bunch to finally realize their feelings for each other. Or, in Pippin’s case they’ve been there since their third year but Merry is pretty oblivious. Pippin started working at Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, while Merry took up a job in the ministry in the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. They did not have any kids however, because they didn’t think that a child would survive long around the two

Sigrid became head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, and Bain became an Auror. I have nothing more for these two

And yeah that’s all

Please someone write a fanfic about this I’m begging you

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Pt 2 because my original post was so long tumblr wouldn’t allow it lolololol

I won’t bother with my message again but if u wanna read it part one is right here \(＾▽＾*)

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viharistenno · 7 years ago

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Hello there @mysensitiveside! I know it’s a little last minute but I hope you will forgive me. Let me welcome you to the new year with this gift. So you said “ I am not particularly picky, really. Some angst can be good, as long as there’s a happy ending. And AUs are always fun, but I also love fics set in the regular Warehouse universe.” and I told my subconscious “AU. Do it.” and it came up with this idea which I really hope you (and maybe the others as well) will enjoy. I borrowed some parts of my current favourite movie, Imagine Me and You and here’s the result:

ReImagine me and You

I must admit, that our pact sounded both silly and fun at first. We were in our twenties and we were lonely, as his girlfriend just broke up with him, and I… I was heartbroken, turned away by the man of my dreams. As it turned out later, he wasn’t much of a Prince Charming anyway. So Pete had this idea, that what if, ten years from that moment we are still friends and still alone, we marry. And I said why the heck not? We had known each other for a few years by that time and he was the only solid thing in my life so it actually made sense.

Ten years have gone by nearly unnoticed, both of us had someone who we lost but under different circumstances. Sam died in a car crash and Amanda left. Eventually I started to believe I was cursed so marrying my best friend instead seemed the perfect idea. He was handsome to say the least and was a good kisser. We still needed to work some things out about sex but… I’ve had worse. I couldn’t decide if it’s cute or annoying or both that he always asks my permission to make a move. What I did decide is that if this worked for my granny, it might as well work for me too. And it did. No fireworks, but comforting solid warmth. We lived together for a few months and exactly ten years after our agreement here I stand, between the aisles in a white dress looking at Pete and thinking maybe I’m not so cursed after all. As I walk towards him slowly, I turn my attention to the others. Leena and Abigail as my bridesmaids, my best friends from work who did not exactly approve my decision, but they are here anyway. On the other side there was Steve, the calmest person I’ve ever known and the only other one who puts up with Pete. My gaze shifts as I see movement at the side of the church, a raven-haired woman in ordinary clothes, probably leaving the building. The sun’s rays glimmer on her hair, a hint of a smirk showing on the corner of her mouth and then she looks at me. Our eyes lock and I see eternity. Past, present, future, all revolving around that exact moment when I look at her, feeling that I know her and I’ve known her forever. Then the moment, or was it a minute? A year? As far as I know it could have been a billion years that passed in a single step and I continue my journey to the altar, to Pete, but I feel I’m forever changed. My legs are doing the walking, I am still stuck at that moment, mesmerised. As I arrive, the music stops and he looks at me. The minister tells everyone to sit down but Pete cuts him short. “Myka, listen. I know I’ve told you already a hundred times you can cancel and call off all this anytime you want…” “But…” I try to speak without truly being able to. “But! You told me a hundred times back that you won’t. Now, I saw that and I’m having a major vibe here and you already know you should trust my vibes because they never lie. If you won’t cancel, I will. Ceremony is over.” on this there were some sounds of disappointment from the crowd so he turned to them as he continued “Don’t worry, we are still having the party and the food! I wouldn’t miss it! So please just go to the reception while we’ll have a little chitchat with my almost wife.” then he turned back to me as all the others, including the minister, shuffled out so we were alone. He probably sees my panic as I scream at him quietly “I don’t even know her! And she’s a woman! I’ve never been with a woman and we don’t even know if she’s into women and what the hell are you thinking?” he just smiles and I want to punch him. “I know her, or at least, I met her some half hour ago. She’s the florist, pretty good one if you ask me, as you can see her handiwork on the decoration. Steve is pretty sure she is into women, you know he has this gaydar thingy. And, for you my dear Myka, you might not consider it with your brilliant head, your body says otherwise, especially when you are near your sister’s girlfriend.” this is not happening “You mean Sameen?” “I mean the grumpy little brunette with Tracy who I think is carrying a gun.” I cover his mouth with my hand and nervously look around. Fortunately the church is empty by now. “Don’t say that out loud!” I whisper “They are both some government agents that Tracy doesn’t want us to know but I know it anyway. So shut up about that!” I slowly remove my hand ready to shut him up again if necessary. “So I shut up about that but not the other part with your body language?” I blink. Twice. “Yeah about that…” he looks at me expectantly “Alright! You win. I was just afraid before.” his warm eyes never leave mine as he grabs my upper arms. “It’s okay. You don’t have to be afraid. I love you and I will protect you and we will get you the girl.” “Thank you Pete, that means a lot. But we are still not sure if it is even possible for me to ‘get the girl’.” he let me go, wildly gesticulating while he explains “Aw come on, we’ll trick her to say it! I invite her to dinner to us and we get Steve there and we’ll make her think that Steve is into her!” “You do realise people say that sometimes just for men to go away.” “But not to Steve! Have you ever known any straight girl who didn’t want to date him?” “I didn’t! Oh... You might have a point there.” “Then we’ll know for sure AND you’ll have the opportunity to get to know her! See?” his excitement is contagious. “Okay! Okay. I’m in.”

We went to the reception, had some fun, Pete ate plenty of food and I didn’t see the florist again because she left after she walked out of the church. She probably still thinks we got married. I really hope this will end well.

***

A few days later Pete, as he promised, called the florist, I learned that her name was Helena. The most beautiful name I ever heard. Pete invited her to dinner the next day so as to thank her for the gorgeous flower arrangements and before I could stop him, he told her that as I did not have the chance to meet her, I’d love to do it now so she must come. She agreed. The next problem was that none of us can cook, and we didn’t want to order or bring anything from a restaurant but I had an idea and asked Leena who lives nearby to cook for us. I had to tell her everything in order for her to say yes and said it with that mysterious smile of hers when she knows something which she won’t tell you because it would ruin the fun. At least she doesn’t have that smile very often so I might consider it a good sign. We had everything prepared, the doorbell rang. Here it goes.

It seems to me that her raven hair just flows perfectly and her leather jacket emphasises her hips and her waistline and I can’t stop watching until I recognise the bouquet of flowers she’s holding. She brought me tiger lilies! How does she know they are my favourite? She just looks at me and I’m feeling nauseous. Myka Bering, get a grip on yourself. I extend my hand in greeting. “I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced. Myka Bering.” “Helena Wells. Nice to meet you and thank you for the invitation.” she says this with flawless British accent and I think I am seriously consider killing Pete for not mentioning that earlier for a fraction of a second but than she touches my hand it sends a jolt through my body and her dark eyes just mesmerise me. I feel a soft nudge from Pete that wakes me and I let her hand go. “I ah we should be thanking you and again this gorgeous bouquet…” did I just forget how to talk? “Did you know these are my favourites?” okay, casual. Keep it up, you’ll get through. “Your friend Leena visited me yesterday. She knew about the dinner and told me to bring tiger lilies.” I may have stopped breathing for a moment there. I feel Pete is barely containing a laugh beside me but he comes to my rescue anyway. “Well let’s hang these flowers and get that jacket in some water.” says Pete, perfectly oblivious to his… Or was it just to throw me off again? He winks and hands the bouquet to me to put it in water.

As I hunt for vases to hold the throng of lilies and start to rearrange them, I hear some pieces of a conversation between Pete and Helena. There is definitely food among the topics so it must be Pete telling about his idea of writing a blog about every state’s own street foods and desserts. Well he sure grabs every opportunity to try them out. That’s the moment when I hear the doorbell again. Steve is really dressed for success but I think he still can’t match the vest Helena is wearing. I greet him warmly and start preparing the meals Leena made for us.

I saw an eye roll from Helena when Steve entered so that is again a good sign but still far from enough. Most of the meal went with meaningless chit-chat then somehow we got to Steve’s love life. “Listen, it’s sometimes easier to manage lots of short term things than to have one long term.” he says, some past hurts clearly seen in his eyes. “There is a right one for you, maybe you met that person already, you just don’t know yet. It takes time to recognise the other.” I tell him comfortingly. “I do hope you are right.” he answers “I’m with her.” says Pete, pointing at me “And you?” looking questioningly at Helena. “I don’t agree with the whole” and she starts to explain “I think there are three types of love. The easiest way to describe them is with fire. The first one is the camp fire – warm, comforting, not really dangerous. If fed properly, it’s enough for decades. Then there is the firework – hot, flaming, raging and passionate, but also very dangerous. Most of the times it ends with someone getting hurt and it doesn’t last more than a year. Both are very common, most people experience both in their life.” she stops for a moment, and I feel her hesitation. “What is the third like?” I ask and she looks directly at me as she says “The third one is the mysterious one. The one the movies and the novels are about. Everyone knows about it but in reality it is so rare, that most people don’t even believe it exists and experiencing it is like winning the lottery. Neither campfire, nor firework but in between and it resembles a stove. When it’s ignited, you instantly feel it. A controlled high level burning, both passionate and comforting and though it is dangerous and frightening, the people lucky enough to have it, value it so much that they are more caring to each other, than anyone else on this world. This is what soulmates are and it has the potential to last for all eternity.” she only looks away when she is finished and I just realised Pete and Steve are still here and judging by their expressions they actually wish they weren’t.

After putting away everything, I find her on the balcony alone, in the rain under an umbrella. She truly looks like an apparition, like she isn’t real. I open the balcony door and tell her to come in so she won’t catch a cold. She comes and apologises and I put a robe around her to soak up the residual water while I’m in a constant dilemma of touching her or not to do so, as it is still sending jolts through my body. As I watch her I start to feel that I’m zoning out again so I turn to look out the glass door and she does the same. I still feel her presence affecting me so Pete calling to us really saves me again. Steve offered to take Helena home so we go downstairs and hug her goodbye. Yes, definitely touching her. Way better than not. I hug Steve too, whispering him “Thank you for doing this for me.” and he just whispers back to me “No need.” and smiles and they leave. I turn around and Pete has that meaningful gaze of his on his face. “Next time you are going with her alone and you are gonna tell her we are not married.” he says “Oh and by the way, she already told me she was gay before Steve even arrived.” he adds with a smile “WHAT?” and I hit his shoulder but then I just can’t help but smile too.

Sometime later Steve called, I already lost track of time and was in a weird trance like state so Pete answered the phone. He came back grinning. “She was subtle, but she is indeed into you not just women. Congratulations I guess.” I need to hug him and as I do I feel tears in my eyes and start sobbing. He hugs me back, fiercely. “It’s okay, Myka, everything will be okay, I promise.”

Eventually I calm down but I don’t really sleep in the following two days.

***

After Friday’s dinner Pete called Helena again that he will have a ‘work thing’ on Tuesday and asked if she could keep me company. When I told him I am perfectly capable of calling her myself, he looked at me dead seriously and told me that right now I am too nervous and afraid to do that. I couldn’t argue. The next two days passed in a slur and here I stand Tuesday evening near her flower shop watching her coming towards me and trying not to swoon.

“Hello Myka, nice seeing you again.” that smile of hers is going to be the death of me “Hi um you too.” we just start walking without any direction. “I’ve been meaning to ask, am I right presuming you grew up in the UK?” “Yes.” she looks nostalgic “I still have some family there” “And is there anything you miss from the old continent?” “You are going to laugh, but I miss fish and chips and soccer.” “Fish and chips I get but soccer? What makes it so special?” “My brother goes to soccer games and concerts to feel the flow the people generated. It helped with his depression. He invited me along quite a few times and I must admit I really enjoyed it too.” “You have a brother?” “Yes, he stayed in London, I am the more adventurous type.” she says it like she doesn’t want to talk about it further so back to the original topic. “Let’s see, I can’t help you in the food department, but you should ask Pete about that…” “I actually did! I asked at the dinner and he promised to find a place providing proper fish and chips” she cuts in and I smile. Of course he will. “Good! Then I get soccer and google says there is a game not too far from here if you are interested.” she is beaming “That’d be lovely! Thank you!”

To my greatest surprise, I found myself screaming at the players, completely captured by the game and the spectators. Up until Helena says "You know, you're kind of shrill." "What?" I'm still under the effect of the crowd so I'm a little slow "When you shout. You want them to hear your abuse better, you've got to project it." okay, then let's just turn this back around "Teach me." that throws her off a little "Okay." "First off, tighten your stomach muscles." "I don't think I've got any." she smirks "Yeah, you do. You really do. They're right here." she puts her right hand stomach and I feel a jolt running through my body just like on Friday "There?" "Mmm-hmm. Tighten." I don’t feel like I’m in control of my body at this moment so I just repeat "Tighten." "Tense them." like I could any more "They're pretty tense." this earns me a lovely smile "Okay, next, broaden your diaphragm." "My what?" "It's here." she puts her hand just under my breasts "Oh." "Okay, push it out against my hand." I can't "You feel my hand?" of course I do, that is why I can't push and that feeling makes me bold enough to say "Maybe if you put them both there." "Okay." she moves behind me, putting both her arms around me and I lean into her embrace as she continues "And now, for the big one.” she almost whispers in my ear “Imagine the roof of your mouth is a cathedral." my senses are too overloaded to be able to do metaphors right now "No, you've lost me." "Oh, come on." she lets me go and I immediately miss her touch "No, the muscles, the diaphragm, I'm there, but..." "It's a space thing. All right, your mouth is that big that you have to fill it with sound. Deep from inside, filling the space, then throwing it out." she explains "Like how?" "Like this." she takes a deep breath and opening her mouth yells loudly "You're a wanker, Number nine!" echoing through the whole stadium. I really feel bad for poor number nine as everyone present, including myself, just looks at Helena with respect.

As we leave the stadium after the match, Helena turns to me.

“Okay, Myka, it’s your turn. What is your guilty pleasure?” she asks. Subtle. ‘You, actually’ my mind would react but fortunately I’m still in control. “Now you are going to laugh, but Dance Dance Revolution. I just love it and I feel like dancing right now. Wanna try?” I ask hoping she will say yes “Lead the way.” Yes! I feel enthusiastic.

I’ve never ever imagined that I will be able to move in such perfect synchronisation with someone. I couldn’t stop myself looking at her, touching her all the time. By the way, the DDR played ‘Feels Like I'm in Love’ by Kelly Marie and I truly started to think this is either a conspiracy or some higher power decided that signs won’t do for me as I am not Pete so it is throwing everything it has at me. And as I think about it a little further, I actually feel like I’m in love and it feels different than ever before. It feels… Like a stove. The realisation hits me and it is both amazing and frightening.

***

When we leave the arcade, Helena probably notices that I retreated to myself because she doesn’t speak. She walks beside me as we stroll and I contemplate within myself for a solid half an hour and then I arrive at the decision that right now I have nothing to lose but her. So I turn to Helena, and softly touch her shoulder, again feeling the almost familiar jolt. She looks at me and I ask “Is there something else I should know about you?” she thinks for a few seconds debating in herself, then answers “Only a few are aware of this but sometimes I write.” this woman is full of surprises and I can feel my desperate hunger for knowing anything and everything that is her. “Please elaborate.” I look with my puppy eyes which always make Pete bend to my will and it seems to work here as well because she sighs and tells. “Well the universe blessed me with an imagination that is both wide and wild and sometimes arranging the flowers into intricate shapes and forms still doesn’t satisfy my mind. Those are the times when I write, mostly trying to imagine the shape of the future in the form of novels that I keep to myself.” she seems a little embarrassed which makes her the cutest thing I ever saw. “Is there a possibility for me to read them?” I ask with a smile and this makes her blush a little more “Maybe…” she smiles, suddenly finding her courage “If you ask nicely.” now it’s my turn to blush.

As we are nearing her apartment something comes to my mind.

"Tell me about the lily." "You don't want to know about the lily." "It's my favourite." her answer just sparked my curiosity more "Ask me about the azalea." I'll play along "All right. What about the azalea?" "The azalea means, 'May you achieve financial security.'" "Bah." nice but boring "See?" I smile so she can think she got away with it and then "Lovely. Now, tell me about the lily." she sighs defeated "The lily means..." she still hesitates but eventually continues "The lily means, 'I dare you to love me.'" then turns away and crosses the road and I almost have to run to catch up with her after I get out of shock. A few seconds pass then she turns back to me "Well, thanks for this evening." "Thank you." she looks nervous. Why is she nervous? "It was my birthday." now that's a surprise "No, today? You should've said." why am I nervous? Oh, the non-existent perfect moment… "I enjoyed it nonetheless." okay Myka, now or never. “Then I have a present for you which might be a little unsettling as well…” I can’t look at her “You see, Pete and I… We… Are not married. Pete had a feeling and we didn’t go through the ceremony.” then I gather the courage to raise my eyes to meet hers and… “You are not surprised. How did you know? Who told you?” before I blow up Helena gently grabs my hands and gives me a warm comforting smile and this is enough to calm my nerves “When Leena came by before the dinner, she gave me some hints. She said I should trust my instincts about the lilies, and that you have tragedies in your past that made you more sensitive and less trusting towards people. She also told me that Pete will always try to protect you from getting hurt no matter how big of a fool it would make him look like. So I decided to be straightforward and see where I end up with it” at the end of the sentence I realise that I slowly inched closer to her while she was speaking so I decided to close the already theoretical gap between us.

***

I wake up suddenly, in the middle of the night. I don’t exactly know where I am so it takes a few moments and the glowing lights that shine through the window to realise that I am at the Bed & Breakfast. Helena stirs beside me and asks “Is everything alright?” I can feel she is concerned “Yes, I just had the strangest dream…” she sits up as well “What was it about?” I can still picture it so vividly as it was the reality “Well, I almost married Pete because of a ‘Ten years from now’ pact, my sister was some rogue government agent with a girlfriend somewhere along the line which is starting to make actual sense now and you were a florist who secretly writes science fiction and we fell in love again anyway.” in the meantime Helena turned on the bedside lamp and now she is smiling at me “Indulge me darling, it seems to me that it wasn’t such a bad idea for you to eat so much sugar at the Christmas dinner party.” and who could resist that look of hers so I tell her everything.

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spaceprimcessleia · 7 years ago

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All the Years

A belated merry Christmas and a happy new year to @viharistenno

Here’s your Bering and Wells holiday gift. I tried to tie in some of your preferences and I hope you enjoy :)

Myka can feel Helena fidgeting beside her, stretching out her legs and drawing them back up, thumbing through her own book without reading it and nudging closer. It’s what she does when she wants her attention but doesn’t want to interrupt her reading. Pete would just snatch the book out of her hands. So she finishes the paragraph and puts it face down on the bed. It’s an old copy of The Secret Garden that she re-reads every Christmas and it is long past the point of worrying about damaging the spine.

“What do you want?”

Helena just smiles for a moment before she moves across the bed and kisses her in one swift, graceful movement. She pulls away only to take the book from Myka’s lap, memorise the page and set it down on the bedside table before she is back, pushing her girlfriend down into the mattress. As her hands slide beneath Myka’s shirt, there’s a rapid fire knock at the door and flies open before either of them have a chance to say anything.

Myka scrambles to get out from under Helena while her partner covers his eyes with his hands.

“Pete!”

“My eyes!”

“Well perhaps if you waited for an invitation you wouldn’t walk in on private moments.”

Myka glares at him. “What do you want?”

“Wrap up warm,” he says, his hand still over his eyes, ignoring Helena. “We’re going sledging.”

Helena sighs beside her. “You do as you wish, Peter, but I can think of something I would rather be doing right here.” She smiles at Myka who feels heat burn beneath her skin.

“Oh my god, just for that you’re coming with me.” And with his hand still over his eyes, he fumbles blindly for the door handle and backs out of the room.

~*~

Somehow, they end up on top of a hill just outside of town with three regular sledges and a dubious looking one Pete found in the warehouse. Artie flat out refused to come, but Claudia had already found everyone scarves, hats and gloves before Myka and Helena had even struggled into some pants and Christina and Steve had been dragged out of bed and bundled into them (over their pyjamas).

“I didn’t survive my own murder to get killed by snow,” Christina mutters, eyeing up Pete’s sled, but not loud enough for her mother to hear. They’ve had her back for more than a year, but Helena still flinches whenever anyone mentions her daughter’s death.

Pete pats the top of his sledge, grinning. “Wanna go, Myks?”

“No I don’t. And if you do, we’re going to have to add it to the list of artifacts that almost killed you.”

“It’s Christmas,” Pete argues with the conviction of a child. “No one dies at Christmas.”

“Oh my god.” Myka turns away from him, looking out at the doll’s house town scattered with twinkling Christmas lights. If the sledge wasn’t doomed before, it is now and Myka closes her eyes, shutting out even the lights as Pete perches it on the top of the hill and climbs on.

“I dare you,” Christina helpfully chips in.

“Well I’m certainly not spending Christmas in the coma ward,” Helena sighs, but she takes Myka’s hand and squeezes it. She knows how much Myka hates this side of her partner, the reckless abandon for the rules. She lives by order, she always has, even before Sam.

“It’s all right, we can bury his mangled body in the snow.”

“Christina!” Helena hisses, her hand clenching around Myka’s, but Myka can hear the affection, even in the reprimand.

She opens her eyes in time to see Pete push himself off the top of the hill. For a second it seems like an ordinary sled, but then it speeds up, burning down the hill so quickly that Myka’s heart doesn’t even have time to jump to her mouth before he’s at the bottom, still speeding along the flat snow, but slowing. “Oh my god,” she repeats, her legs weakening in relief.

When Pete finally stops all together, he’s so far away they can hardly see him.

“He’s not dead!” cries Claudia, throwing her arms into the air. “I want a turn.”

“You’re going nowhere near it,” Helena tells her, sternly enough that Claudia lets her arms drop and sticks out her bottom lip. “Neither are you,” she tells her daughter.

“What about me?” asks Steve, dryly. “Can I go on?”

“You can do whatever you please.”

“No way, if I’m not allowed, neither are you, Jinksy,” Claudia protests.

“Except I’m a grown man,” points out Steve.

“So am I! Grown woman.”

“I don’t care.” Helena ends the argument, calmly.

Claudia scowls. “Fine,” she huffs, taking a normal sledge. She gets on and Christina leaps on behind her, pushing them off before Claudia can even get a grip with a mock cowboy “Yee ha!”

Helena watches them for a moment, her hand warm around Myka’s. Then she picks up the remaining sled and lays it down on the floor. “Care for a ride, my love?” Snow is still falling, catching in the hair that hangs around Helena’s shoulders. Behind her a blanket of it disappears into the darkness and for the first time, Myka really feels like it’s Christmas.

She climbs on behind Helena, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend’s waist. She pushes them off from behind and the snow melts into her gloves. She waits until they’re speeding down the hill before she slips her soaked hand beneath Helena’s shirt. Myka hears her shriek at the same time as the sledge tips and they both topple into the snow.

~*~

An hour later and they’re all pink cheeked and minus the coats, breathing hard but grinning too. It’s been the best Christmas Eve Myka can remember having in a long time- last year they were still getting used to Christina and the ones of her childhood are nothing she wants to remember. Pete wants one more go on his death-sled before they leave.

Myka rolls her eyes and pushes herself off the top of the hill on her own, planning to wait for him at the bottom with a snowball. She’s at the foot of the hill, still on the sled when she hears someone yell. Helena yell.

She turns, just catching sight of the figures at the top before there’s a thump that jars her entire body, like the world has stopped spinning abruptly, then she’s flying, sailing through the bitter, winter air. She lands in slow motion, slow enough to have time to see the ground, the rock dusted by snow, enough time to think I hope I don’t hit that, before she does.

~*~

Helena keeps her arm wound tightly around Myka’s waist and she leans into her, wishing she could close her eyes. In the warehouse, they’re immediately flocked by Claudia, Pete and Leena.

“Myks, I’m so sorry.” Pete stands back from Helena’s glare, looking pale, his hair wild like he’s been raking his hands through it for the past two hours.

“Apologies don’t have healing properties!” Helena snaps, but Myka manages a weak smile.

“It’s okay, Pete. Really. It was an accident.”

“An accident that would never have happened if you people would learn to leave the artifacts alone!”

Myka winces as Artie’s voice splices through her skull.

“Dude,” Claudia hisses, “Quit with the yelling.”

“I can make some hot chocolate?” Leena offers.

Myka’s stomach turns at the thought.

“I think perhaps coffee would be more beneficial.” Helena suggests.

She doesn’t want anything really, except to get into their bed and sleep all the way through the next morning, but the doctor told her that wasn’t an option. Twelve stitches in her head and a command to stay up for at least twenty four hours. And that’s after being up for sixteen already. She lets her head fall onto Helena’s shoulder, who gently strokes the dip of her waist. It isn’t the first time Myka wishes they could be alone.

Helena steers her to the couch, where Pete hovers anxiously and Claudia has prepared a cove of pillows and blankets. “I’m trying not to fall asleep, Claud.” But she sits down anyway, too dizzy to stay on her feet.

“I’ll poke you with a fork whenever you look like you’re going to fall asleep,” Christina offers, demonstrating gently. Her and Claudia crash onto the couch too, leaving the guys to the hard chairs scattered around the place.

Pete actually takes one without complaining and when she looks at him, Myka can still see the guilt etched across his face. It had been his sled that had hit hers- thankfully not going full speed, but fast enough to break the wood in two and throw her several feet away from it. If it weren’t for the soft landing of the snow she probably would have earned herself a lot more than a grade two concussion. It’s what she’s been told, anyway. Myka herself only remembers the yelling, which had been the others trying to tell her to move.

What she does remember though is seeing Helena ashen and shaking and feeling her clinging to her hand so tightly she thought she might crush the bones. She remembers Helena snarling at Pete to stay away and him backing off, looking like he had found himself with a bloodied knife in his hands. Myka had tried to tell them she was okay, but the blood pouring from the gash across her head said something else. The headache, too.

Now her friends are all sitting around her, beside her, Helena is still holding her hand and no one looks like they’re going to bed any time soon, even though it’s 2.23am on Christmas morning. “You don’t all have to stay up,” Myka tells them. “I’m fine.”

Pete shakes his head. “If you’ve gotta stay awake, we’re doing it with you.”

“It’s not like I ever sleep anyway.” Claudia shrugs.

Artie just sighs and mutters something about work. He starts to leave but Claudia lunges for him, catching him by the sleeve of his sweater. “No way, old man, it’s Christmas.”

“We could open presents!” Pete says with a hint of a gleam in his eyes for the first time in hours.

“We were supposed to get presents?” Steve looks at Pete and then at the others.

Claudia chucks a pillow at him. “Of course we were supposed to get presents, you douche!”

Steve catche it and grins. “Lucky I did then. Just in case.”

“It’s too early for presents,” Myka argues. “If you open them now there won’t be any left for later.”

Pete scowls. “All right, Mom.”

Christina suggests a movie (but calls it a film), but Myka is sure she’ll fall asleep if she doesn’t have something more active to do. Nothing that actually involves getting off the couch though. It’s Artie of all people who digs out a pile of old board games. There’s Monopoly, which could easily last them the entire night, Aggravation, Articulate, Cluedo, Trivial Pursuit, a deck of cards and inexplicably- Hungry Hippos.

Of course Pete wants to play that one first and Myka loses because she’s sitting cross legged rather than kneeling like the others and can’t quite get the angle right to be quick enough so she sits out of the next round and watches Pete mock everyone for being a loser before he’s knocked out of the game himself and sits, pouting, on the other side of the board. Then they start on Aggravation because it requires the least concentration.

It also causes the most rage. Myka’s pretty sure either Claudia or Steve will be the first one to flip the board, but it’s Christina who eventually picks up one of the tiny balls, after being sent back to home for the seventh time, and chucks it at Pete’s head. “Christina,” Helena chastises, half heartedly. Claudia picks up one of her own and chucks it too. Helena sighs.

“Do we have any eggnog?” Claudia asks, rolling the dice.

“No.” Helena’s response is immediate.

“How do you know?”

“Myka can’t drink. Peter can’t drink. Christina can’t drink, and neither can you.”

Before Claudia can open her mouth to protest, Artie gets in first. “For god sake, she’s not a child.”

Helena raises one eyebrow. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Arthur.”

“Jealous? Why the hell would I be jealous?”

But Helena just smiles and turns back to the game to take her turn. For a moment, no one says anything.

“So,” says Claudia, breaking the silence. “That’s a no on the eggnog?”

~*~

Helena sweeps a lock of hair away from her face to look at the dressing taped over the stitches. Myka isn’t sure what she’s looking for, exactly, but she remembers the look on her face at the bottom of the hill and lets her do it. “How are you feeling?” she murmurs, like she’s scared of being too loud and hurting her. Her fingers are still stroking the side of Myka’s head, gentle and soothing.

Myka leans into the touch. “I’m okay,” she promises. “The advil is helping.” They had given her something stronger at the hospital, but she wasn’t allowed to take it just yet. It would make her too drowsy. But finally they’re in their bedroom, alone, and she can sleep soon. Let the hours of exhaustion melt away from her and sink into bed with her girlfriend. There is nothing to do tomorrow, nowhere to be. Myka is off duty and even as a Regent, Helena has managed to snag a few days off for Christmas.

Helena leans over to kiss her forehead. “I can only remember being that afraid once before,” she whispers and Myka doesn’t have to ask to know. Her hand reaches up, around the back of her neck.

“I’m okay,” she says again.

With their foreheads resting together, Helena pushes something into Myka’s hands. “I don’t ever want to be without you,” she says and something about the way she says it makes Myka’s heart flutter inside her chest, like someone has released a swarm of butterflies and they’re arching up into the sky in an array of beautiful colours. She looks down at the parcel in her hands. It’s thin and retangular. A book of some kind. “Merry Christmas, darling.”

Myka unwraps it slowly, her hands trembling. First she unpicks the ribbon until it slides through her fingers and falls away. Then she peels the tape off carefully, more to preserve the moment than the paper. It feels like something that should take time. Finally the book is concealed in loose paper and she can slide it out of the wrapping.

It’s bound in leather in a deep blue, the title pressed into the cover in silver. It’s one Myka has never heard of, but beneath it is the author’s name. Helena Wells. “You wrote me a book,” Myka breathes. It feels like the butterflies are stuck in her throat now.

Helena’s hand cradles hers. “Perhaps you should open it.”

Swallowing hard, Myka flicks to the first page. The dedication. Her breath leaves her body all together. The words blur on the page.

“Myka?” Helena is trying to keep her voice light but it doesn’t quite work. It comes out like a piano out of tune.

Myka looks up from the book, at her girlfriend. “Yes,” she chokes out.

Helena’s eyes widen slightly, her mouth curving into the first glint of a smile. “Yes?”

“Yes!” Myka laughs, the word bursting out of her again. “Yes! God, yes, I’ll marry you.”

They collide, Myka ignoring her lingering dizziness to pull Helena close and kiss her, the book between them and open to the same page. There isn’t a ring, but it doesn’t matter. It’s the most wonderful thing anyone has ever done for her. And when Helena kisses her, her head spins for a whole new reason. She thinks: This can’t be real, but it’s there on the page, literally in black and white and she can never read in dreams.

For Myka. All the tomorrows in the world will not be enough to spend with you. So for the ones we have left, will you be my wife?

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💦WET DREAMS - CH. 21 [femdom story]

It is said that dreams reflect the activities of our minds. It is a way of our consciousness to ask or answer questions that a person would not ask or answer in real life.

Her consciousness was also knocking through to get through her, which did not let her sleep the whole night.

She awoke that night, twisting and turning, thinking of many things, including him and his confession.

Those were the things she could accept easily and had accepted, but the other things, such as the disturbance in her life, were out of the ordinary.

She did not accept that she could fall for him, for a guy so simple and like every other. He was no different in her eyes and she did not hold back to declare that to Vritti the next day.

Sitting beside Vritti after the class, Leena told her about the dream, but the part where she needed a solution for her turmoil did not arrive soon, for she wanted to explain how she could not fall for someone like Vihan.

“But you have.” And without a doubt, like her usual self, Vritti was opposed, more worried and bitter than ever. She knew how small things could churn up Leena’s whole life and how she could never leave the things that pose such an effect.

Leena had always been like that. She always seeks answers. She can never leave things as they are without any explanation. And that explanation has always had to be satisfactory to her, which is not always the truth.

That is what poses a threat to her life. That same character has always caused trouble in her life because she doesn’t like the answer, which goes against her beliefs.

“You have to confront him. Tell him about everything.” Vritti added with a bitter tone, clutching her hands together on the table beside her. “Accept it, Leena. This time you have to. You might have been right many times before, but there were also times when you were wrong. This is one of those times. Accept it before it causes turmoil in your life.”

“You do not understand. It is not like those times. I know what I feel. And I don’t like him.” Leena could not accept that, for he was meant to be just a sex partner. But Leena’s never-changing demeanor had pressed Vritti to the stage of rage.

Leena just did not understand what Vritti was trying to say, neither did she try to.

“For sure, you don’t!” Unable to withstand Leena, Vritti stood up, and boomed with rage, “You love him!”

“Can’t you see you’re doing that again? You’re trying to prove yourself that you can’t like compassion.” Vrriti’s rage was reasonable, but the composure in Leena’s demeanor after such a dream wasn’t.

She hadn’t stood up even after being screamed at. That was how she had always been. Ignorant of her own feelings.

“I don’t understand why you’re acting like this, but I’ll prove you wrong,” Leena responded with composure, stood up with it as well, and left Vritti with another question answered. “How is she going to do that?”

She couldn’t answer that question because she herself, did not know how she would prove Vritti wrong. All she knew was that she had to do something to erase the bitterness between them.

A whole day went by, thinking of the solution, which disconnected her from Vihan and Vritti. Now she was back in her apartment, smoking like usual on her couch.

She was thinking of the solution when an old memory crossed her mind. A memory of a guy who had caused the same effect as Vihan, whom she had met through a dating app.

That was a brilliant idea!

Meeting a guy from a dating app, whom she could sleep with without an effect was a brilliant idea. That would prove Vritti wrong and would also erase the unsettling feeling in her heart.

So, she quickly signed up herself and found a guy quicker than that. Sameer. He sounded adorable with his words, a quirky guy with a good-looking face.

He did not waste any second to express his desires, which aligned with hers. They both wanted a fling and they both could not wait to meet each other.

And it seemed as if the world was acting up in her favour for the day after was a Sunday. She could easily meet him without creating any changes in her schedule and since Vihan was not forward enough with her, he was of no problem for her as well.

He would never learn about it, since Sameer was a no-college student. He already had a job and did not wish to meddle in the college mess. And even if Vihan did find out somehow, it would cause no harm. She felt nothing for him.

So, she texted him with a yes to meet and slept with a light mind after a day of turmoil.

The next day, for the first time, a peculiar feeling was flooding her as she was leaving for the date. She did not understand what she was feeling, but it was making it hard for her feet to leave her apartment.

For some reason, she kept staring at herself in the mirror beside the main door, not even looking at herself, just glaring into the void. Her mind was lost and all she could think was Vihan. It was as if her mind was wondering what Vihan would do if he found out about Sameer.

She felt scared, and she wanted to erase it. He had truly become a headache for her, which made her more anxious to meet the guy and be done with it, even through the struggle her heart was facing.

She kept repeating to herself that she would prove Vritti wrong and become her older self. But was it going to happen? For she can’t even step out of the door.

Why can’t she just get out of the door? Why did she not feel like taking a step out?

Was it a sign? But she never believed in such things. It was probably because of the fight she had with Vritti or because she couldn’t stop thinking about Vihan.

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beatricethecat2 · 7 years ago

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out of place/out of mind - 5

(Read first) one step forward, two steps back (v.2.0): part 1+ part 2, (Previously) out of place, out of mind: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

To repeat, this is an Instinct replacement-and-forward fix it fic, in six chapters. I'll fix typos later and thanks for reading!

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After their trip, Helena remains Helena for longer stretches of time, but Abigail warns, yet again, she may never fully return to herself. “The cowboy” resurfaces too often for Myka’s tastes and on occasion, Emily’s anxiety rears its ponytailed head, but Myka learns, over time, how to cope with them all. Only Helena's melancholy remains an obstacle, but she’s convinced it’s proof the true Helena is rising to the top.

To keep herself occupied, Helena assumes Leena’s duties but soon grows weary of cooking and cleaning for the crew. She tries writing and tinkering but finds it her to focus with so many personalities in her head. An ennui sets in that nothing seems to cure so Myka conspires with Abigail and they come up with a new plan.

The women strong-arm Artie into allowing Helena back into the Warehouse, but Artie insists they monitor her every move. She’s let loose to do inventory once Claudia modifies her tracking device and is thrilled to be wandering the aisles again. When her mood improves ten-fold, Myka knows it was the right move.

Helena often holes up in what they've dubbed her “H.G. sanctuary,” a corner far away from the office filled with books, papers, and tea. More than once, Myka’s found her lost deep in the stacks, absorbed in a one-sided conversation with the Warehouse. What little she’s overheard has made no sense, but if talking to a building comforts her, she won’t interfere.

Everything buzzed along fine until the day they were inundated with pings. Helena became point person, and for the first time ever, was left alone in the Warehouse.

“Are you sure you’ll be ok?” Myka asked.

“I’ll be fine. It’s been months! I’ll be your font of information while you’re on the road.”

Helena said it with such cheer that Myka didn’t think twice, but in hindsight, she should have known better.

Several sleepless nights and three static bags later, Myka’s tasked with dropping the artifacts at the Warehouse. Before making the drive over, she checks her room for Helena but finds it exactly as she left it. Helena's room is too clean to have been recently occupied, and the kitchen, too, is spotless. She checks the library last and finds Abigail there, reading and sipping tea.

“Have you seen Helena?”

“No, but I just got back. It’s so clean in here, she must have camped out at the Warehouse. When’s the last time you spoke to her?”

“Before we got on the plane."

She can’t put her finger on it, but something seems off, so she checks in on Pete to see if he has a vibe. Pete's already passed out, face down on his bed, so she sighs and continues without him.

She drives to the Warehouse at a generous clip and finds Helena’s current mode of transportation, Claudia’s El Camino, parked outside. When she reaches the office, she’s relieved at what she sees, for here are the messy signs of life she’s accustomed to. She sets the static bags on the desk, and when she wakes the computer, a live feed from the bronze sector glows back at her.

“Myka?” a voice says from behind.

Myka spins around and gasps at who she sees.

“Leena?”

“That's my name.”

“Are you really here?"

Leena looks down at her hands then touches the desk and smiles in the affirmative.

“How?”

“I don’t know. The last thing I remember was being there, and now I’m here,” Leena says, looking at the screen.

“Have you seen Helena?”

“I haven't. Is she missing?”

“I hope not.” Myka types in a page that tracks Helena’s movements. “This says she’s in this room.” She looks around, and so does Leena.

“Maybe she’s invisible?” Leena says.

“That’s always a possibility. Let me see if I can pinpoint her location.” Myka switches to map mode and enlarges. “This says she’s over there.” She points towards the door to the main floor.

Leena steps over and examines the area then bends down a picks something up. “This is hers, isn't it?” she asks, holding up a necklace.

“Crap,” Myka says, thinking they should have implanted the tracking device under her skin instead of her locket.

“We’ll find her. She’s got to be here somewhere.”

They hurry towards the door, but Myka stops before they cross the threshold. “Sorry to jump right into this, but something weird’s going on. But it’s really, really great to see you.” She tears up a little as she gives Leena a big hug.

They search everywhere they can think of, starting with the bronze sector, then the dark vault. (Myka breathes a sigh of relief that nothing obvious is missing.) They then try H.G.’s sanctuary, the Pete cave, and the H.G Wells aisle, but everything of turns up empty.

They circle back to the Pete cave and collapse onto the sofa.

“She’s here somewhere,” Leena says.

“So you were trapped in the Warehouse all this time?”

“I guess so.”

“Were you talking to Helena in the aisles?”

“Not exactly. It’s hard to explain.”

“Do you have any idea of how you’re back?”

"No." Leena shakes her head in the negative.

“So she was; talking to the actual Warehouse.” Myka looks around the room warily.

Leena lays a hand on Myka’s shoulder. “Even in her darkest hours, the Warehouse was fond of Helena. It helped her build the Time Machine so she could heal.”

“She never told me that.”

“I’m sure she wants everyone to believe she figured it out herself.”

“But it didn’t work. I mean it didn’t bring Christina back.”

“The Warehouse doesn’t have answers. It merely suggests.”

“Cryptic as usual. Great."

"Can you think of anything out of the ordinary she’s gotten herself into lately?"

"Everything and…everything. A lot’s happened since you, um, disappeared."

“What’s the last thing you remember."

“She was watching movies, ‘for research,’ she said. I thought Claudia put her up to it because they weren’t exactly her taste, but...” Myka's eyes light up. “Props!” she yelps, then rises. “We should check the props aisle."

Leena trails behind as Myka navigates the stacks then runs towards a figure sprawled on the floor. “Helena!” she cries as she skids to a stop and kneels near a shock of hair spilling out of a white helmet. She places her ear above Helena's nose, listening closely for breathing.

Leena slips on a pair of gloves and lifts Helena's wrist. “Her pulse is strong,” she says and checks over the rest of her. "I think she’s knocked out.”

Myka stands, visually assessing Helena and recognizes the suit she’s wearing. Its black lines, drawn on like circuits, often glowed in blue in the film.

Leena picks up a shiny disc from the floor. “What’s this?”

“I’m not sure,” Myka says. She glances at the shelf above Helena, and the display confirms her thoughts, it's from the last film Helena was watching.

“We shouldn’t move her until we know. I’ll get a pillow from the Pete cave.”

“I’ll call Claudia.”

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“Best guess? She had to go in to get Leena out,” Claudia says from the Farnsworth, looking between Myka and Leena. “I can’t believe you're back. Are you really back?”

“I’m back,” Leena says.

“Just, wow.” Claudia wipes a tear from her eye. “Myka, show me H.G. again.”

Myka turns the Farnsworth around. “Dude, you gotta take pictures. That's pure gold. Blackmail material for years.”

“Claud, this isn't time for games. We have to help her.”

“Yeah, right. So the disc Leena’s holding will get her out, but someone needs to go in and give it to her.”

“In where?”

“Probably the Warehouse computer. Its mojo’s jacked into the Warehouse ethos.”

“Do you think it was trade, that she's where you were?” Myka asks Leena.

“I don’t know where I was. I think the shield kept me from, um, leaving, but I don’t know how.”

“Since you've been back, have you left the Warehouse?” Claudia asks.

“No.”

“Then don’t. Not until we get H.G. back.”

“And how exactly are we getting her back?”

“Start with the database. Maybe she's in there.”

Myka and Leena rush to the computer in Artie’s office. “Ok, what should I type.”

“Start with ‘H.G. Wells’.”

Myka types it in. Thousands of entries pop up. “We have to be more specific.”

“H.G. Wells, Tron?”

Hundreds of entries are listed.

“Did you find her?” Abigail asks as she enters the room.

“Not yet," Myka says, scrolling through data.

“You must be Abigail,” Leena says, flashing her trademark warm grin.

“And you must be Leena. It’s an honor to meet you,” Abigail says, barely blinking an eye, holding out a hand. Leena shakes it; then they turn their attention to Myka.

“What’s the situation?” Abigail asks.

“Helena used an artifact, a suit from the movie Tron, to enter the Warehouse and release me. She needs this disc to get herself out, but it fell out of her hand during the transfer.”

“She could have planned that better,” Myka quips.

"Claudia thinks we can find her in a search.”

“Is this the original movie, the sequel, or the TV show?”

Everyone looks at Abigail.

“I was a little obsessed when I was a kid. I was Yori once or twice for Halloween.”

“Not expecting that outta you,” Claudia says. "Show her the picture."

Myka brings up a photo of Helena on her phone. Abigail snickers.

“Sorry. It’s just…with her hair fanned out like that, she looks like a futurist sleeping beauty.”

“Myka should kiss her and see what happens,” Claudia says.

“Not helping,” Myka grunts.

“Original movie,” Claudia says. "Definitely, original movie. I have the suit’s info up on my laptop.”

“We need to narrow our search.”

“Add ‘back-lit animation,’” Abigail suggests.

“This ain’t Bugs Bunny,” Claudia says.

“No, but parts of the film were drawn by hand then laid over the live action and re-filmed.”

Myka types it in and clicks on the first entry.

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“Oh, hello!” Helena chirps.

“Helena!” Myka leans closer to the screen. “What are you doing in there?”

“I was meant to release someone.” Helena looks to Myka’s right at Leena, and smiles. “I’m guessing that was you. How delightful!”

“Thanks!”

“Are you ok? You're way too perky,” Myka says.

“Is there a penalty for being pleased at one's efforts?”

“No, but you realize you look like a cartoon in there.”

Helena looks down at her suit. “I glow, how lovely.”

Myka looks up at Abigail, perplexed. Abigail shrugs.

“I'll admit, it’s much less crowded in here.” Helena taps her helmeted head.

“'The cowboy?'”

“Gone.”

“And Emily.”

“Loiters, but doesn’t linger.”

“Cowboy?” Leena asks.

“I’ll explain later.”

“Don’t touch anything, or you might be de-rezzed. We don’t know what the atmosphere’s like since you’re in the Warehouse, not the movie,” Abigail warns.

“Derezzed? That sounds rather unpleasant. I shall avoid it at all costs.”

“We need to get you out of there,” Myka says.

“I need the disc. It failed to transfer with me.”

“Can we upload it somewhere for you to access?”

“What’s going on?” Artie grunts from the back of the room.

Everyone turns around. Artie spies Helena on the screen. “What have you done now?” He lumbers towards the computer. “What the hell are you doing in there?”

“The Warehouse compelled me.”

“That’s your excuse?”

“Arthur, look to your right.”

Artie looks. Leena smiles. Artie gasps and falls backward, fainting. Abigail clambers to his side.

“Typical,” Helena says from the screen.

“H.G...” Claudia chides from the Farnsworth.

Vanessa appears, trailing behind, out of breath from chasing Artie.

“What happened?”

“He fainted.”

“Why? Oh!” Vanessa says as she sees Leena.

“H.G.,” Leena says, pointing her eyes towards the computer.

Helena waves.

“Oh,” Vanessa says. “I’ll leave you to...that. Let’s get him into a chair.” Abigail assists.

“Do you see anything, like a door, or a window or a slot?” Myka asks.

“Only an infinite grid. I’m uncertain what might happen if I walk in any direction.”

“Tell her to stay put,” Mrs. Frederic’s voice booms from behind, and everyone turns in her direction.

“Leena and I will attempt to retrieve her manually, but it will take time.”

Mrs. Frederic looks at Leena and smiles the broadest, warmest smile she’s ever given anyone. “Welcome back.”

“Thank you.”

“You do know what I’m talking about.”

“Appeal to the Heart of the Warehouse. Will it work?”

“It might, but we'd be at its mercy.”

"You could be walking in circles for years,” Helena says. "It’s too risky. There must be another way.” Helena waves her hand, and it fuzzes into pixels.

“She’s de-rezzing already,” Myka says.

“A minor glitch. I’m perfectly intact."

“Miss Wells, do not stray from your location. Agent Bering will keep you company while we attempt to find you and hand you the disc.”

“But—“

“This is not up for debate, Miss Wells."

“You can't—”

“I think Myka and I should go,” Leena interrupts.

“Absolutely not!” Helena says.

“I’ll guide her. Something tells me it will be easier when true matters of the heart are involved.”

Mrs. Frederic looks between Leena and Myka, then back at Helena. “Leena is correct,” she says, as Helena flickers on the screen. “We’ll monitor their progress for as long as possible, but they must go, quickly."

-TBC-

#BERING AND WELLS #w13 #fix it fic #Helena HG Wells #Myka Bering #mid-season 4 #Instinct replacement and beyond #back to the warehouse we go #and towards fluff...

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grubbanax-blog · 5 years ago

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Organisations and individuals including Kehinde Andrews, Hanif Kureishi, Ahdaf Soueif, Gillian Slovo, Robert Del Naja and Anish Kapoor urge BAME and migrant communities to vote for Labour.

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Under Jeremy Corbyn’s leadership, the Labour Party has transformed politics in the UK, bringing hope to millions from our communities, who had previously been ignored, silenced, and oppressed by over nine years of Conservative and Liberal Democrat governments. Labour’s membership has soared since 2015, with a significant influx of BAME and migrant members. Our communities joined Labour because of Jeremy’s positions and exemplary record, over many decades, of standing beside us in our struggles against injustice and structural racism, at home and abroad. In the 2017 General Election, we turned out in record numbers to vote for Corbyn’s inclusive Labour party.

No other British politician in recent memory has been so dedicated to working with us in our communities, in order to overturn racism and achieve justice for those of us facing oppression and injustices. Jeremy’s first speech as Labour leader in 2015 was to a “refugees welcome” rally, reflecting his longstanding commitment to achieve basic rights for migrants. Since becoming an MP in 1983, he has personally intervened on countless occasions to prevent deportations. In 2012 and 2014, Jeremy was one of only six MPs (alongside shadow cabinet members John McDonnell and Diane Abbott) that voted against the racist ‘Hostile Environment’ legislation that created the Windrush scandal, and has hurt hundreds of thousands of people in our communities.

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These are some of the reasons we know that Jeremy Corbyn is no ordinary politician. Each one of us, as individuals and organisations, have memories of Jeremy attending our events and demonstrations, large and small, championing our causes, and being our voice in Parliament – standing with us when we were dismissed and ignored.

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The Conservative government’s negligence allowed our brothers and sisters to die in the fatal fire at #GrenfellTower and has deported British citizens for the crime of being black during the #Windrush scandal. We cannot continue like this: we must have a Labour victory in the upcoming election. We urgently need it.

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Amrit Wilson – South Asia Solidarity Group

Nisha Kapoor – University of Warwick

Richard Rieser – World of Inclusion

Zrinka Bralo – Migrants rights campaigner

Hanif Kureishi C.B.E

Harsev Bains – Indian Workers Association (GB)

Dr John Narayan – King’s College London

Dr Kalpana Wilson – Birkbeck University

Katrina Ffrench – Human Rights Advocate

Professor Karma Nabulsi – University of Oxford

Professor Kehinde Andrews – Birmingham City University

Khadija Mohammad-Nur – Co-founder of Network of Eritrean Women

Professor Laleh Khalili – School of Oriental and Afican Studies

Leena Dhingra – Actress

Dr Leon Sealey-Huggins – University of Warwick

Linton Kwesi Johnson – Poet and musician

Dr Mezna Qato – University of Cambridge

Mirza Saaib Beg – Lawyer, Kashmir Reading Room

Mukhtar Dar – Founding member of South Asian Alliance (Birmingham)

Dr Musab Younis – Queen Mary University

Dr Nivi Manchanda – Queen Mary University

Noorafshan Mirza – Independent Cultural Worker

Peter Herbert O.B.E – Society of Black Lawyers

Preethi Manuel

Rahila Gupta – Southall Black Sisters

Dr Rahul Rao – Senior Lecturer in Politics, SOAS

Remi Joseph-Salisbury – Racial Justice Network

Robert Del Naja – Massive Attack

Rossanna Leal – Organiser and migrant rights campaigner

Sara Callway – Women of Colour in the Global Women’s Strike

Sarli Nana – Migrant justice and anti-racist campaigner

Selma James – Global Women’s Strike

Shakila Taranum Maan – Artist and filmmaker

Dr Sita Balani – King’s College London

Dr Sivamohan Valluvan – University of Warwick

Professor Sundari Anitha – University of Lincoln

Suresh Grover – Anti-racist activist, Stephen Lawrence Inquiry

Dr Tanzil Chowdhury – Queen Mary University

Professor Virinder Kalra – University of Warwick

Yemsrach Hailemariam – Free Andy Tsege Campaign

Zita Holbourne – National Chair BARAC UK

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Between the world and me

Theology Of hope

““ If you like someone, wait.  Give lots of compliments, even if you’re shy. Everyone else is too.  

Change. Get a haircut, try new perfume, get new sheets. Become better than you were before.

Eat healthier. Learn to cook something fancy.  Get up earlier and watch the sun come up.  Wear soft clothes, take a bath, drink something warm.  

Meet someone new, even just a friend.  Become closer with your friends and your family. Call your mother. Cry with your best friend. Tell everyone how much you appreciate them.  

Keep your room clean. Buy some candles. Let the natural light in.   Make a list of reasons why you’ll be better off without them. Believe they are true, because they are.   Listen to new music.   Write everything you’re thinking and feeling. Write letters. Write happy letters, sad letters, and angry letters, even if you’re never going to send them.  It’s okay to be sad, but not forever. Sadness is not as beautiful as music makes it seem. Lack of sleep makes your eyes droopy, not deep. Wake up every morning and tell yourself you’re going to have a good day.  Go to the library. Don’t forget to look in the music section.   Remove them from your life. Get rid of the things they gave you if they make you sad. They’re not worth it. You will never be happy if you continue to hold on to the things that make you sad.  Make new memories.  Try to find something to appreciate in everything you do or experience.  Being alone is okay, you don’t have to surround yourself with people.   Become your own best friend. Buy yourself coffee and drink it alone in a cafe. Take your time.   Learn to love every bit of yourself."

““your eyes do not twinkle like stars, nor does your kiss light sparks upon my lips.

your touch doesn’t set my skin ablaze, nor does your hair shine like woven gold.

your words are not like song to my ears, nor does your smile make my knees weak.

but your eyes do look into mine with love, and your kiss makes my heart beat faster.

your touch brings a smile to my lips, and your hair is soft as my fingers run through it.

your words make me smile and sometimes make me blush, and your smile brings me joy, and makes me smile as well.

you may not be perfect, you may not be the angel of my fantasy, but you are the angel of my reality, and i love you.”

“The meanings of a few names that people would typically think are ghetto and meaningless

LAKEISHA: a swahili name meaning “favorite one”

LATEEFAH: a north african name meaning “gentle and pleasant”

LATONIA: a latin name. latonia was the mother of diana in roman mythology

LATISHA: means “happiness”

TAKIYA: a north african name meaning “righteous”

ESHE. African Swahili name meaning “immortal”

KALISHA. Probably from the Galla word kalisha “sorcerer, wizard, witch doctor, magician”

LEENA (لينا). Another spelling of Arabic Lina (q.v.), meaning “softness.” In use in Africa.

MAKENA. African Kikuyu name meaning “the happy one.”

NIA. African Swahili name meaning “intention, life purpose, mind.”

MONIFA. African Yoruba name, meaning “I am luck,” from mo “I,” and ifa “profit, luck.”

NUBIA. Unisex. African. From the name of the country Nubia, meaning “land of gold,” from the Coptic word for gold.

AYANA : Ethiopian female name meaning “beautiful flower.”

SHANIKA. Unisex. African Bantu name, probably meaning “young one from the wilderness.”

SALINA. African. A name in use in Kenya. It may mean “merciful.”

TAMEKA. Another spelling of the African Congo name Tamika (q.v.), meaning “a twin,”

TAMELA. African Zulu name meaning “she who basks in the sun,”

AMARA. f. African. From the Swahili word amara, meaning “urgent business.”  Hindu. name meaning “immortal.” African. Ethiopian. Amharic amari, meaning “agreeable, pleasing.”

CHICHI f Western African, Igbo Diminutive of Igbo names beginning with the element Chi meaning “God”.

IMANI f & m Eastern African, Swahili, African American Means “faith” in Swahili, ultimately of Arabic origin.

AZIZA f means “Respected. Darling.” Muslim,African, Egyptian, Arabic, Somali name meaning “gorgeous.

DALIA/DALILA f means “Gentle.” African, Arabic, American, Egyptian, Spanish, African, Hebrew

BIBI : An East African female name meaning “daughter of a king.” Also a Kiswahili word meaning “lady” or “grandmother.”

ADA : Ibo of Nigeria name for firstborn females.

ZENA : Ethiopian name meaning “news” or “fame.”

JAMILAH f means “Beautiful.” Arabic, Muslim, African

KALIFA f means “Chaste; holy.” African

RASHIDI/RASHIDA f means “Wise.” Egyptian African Swahili name meaning “righteous.”

TAJ means “Crown.” Indian,Sanskrit, African

FATUMA : Popular Swahili and Somali versions of the name Muslim name, FATIMA, meaning “weaned.”

NANA : Ghanaian name meaning “mother of the Earth.”

AJA : High Priestess of Mecca.

ADINA : Amharic of Ethiopia word sometimes used as a female name, meaning “she has saved.”

BALINDA : A Rutooro of Uganda name meaning “patience, endurance, fortitude.” (Balinda is also used as a male name in Uganda.)

FANTA : Guinea and Cote D’Ivoire name meaning “beautiful day.”

KAYA : Ghanaian name meaning “stay and don’t go back.”

LAYLA , LAILA , LEYLA , LEILA : Swahili and Muslim name meaning “born at night.”

SHANI : Swahili name meaning “marvelous.”

ANAYA : Ibo of Eastern Nigeria name meaning “look up to God.”

TANISHA , TANI : Hausa of W. Africa name meaning “born on Monday.”

ZAKIYA : Swahili name meaning “smart, intelligent.”

TITI : Nigerian name meaning “flower.”

SAFIA , SAFIYA , SAFIYEH , SAFIYYAH : Swahili and Arabic name meaning “pure and wise” or “lion’s share.”

LULU : Swahili and Muslim name meaning “pearl” or “precious.”

KADIJA , KHADIJA : Swahili name meaning “born prematurely.”

AMINA : Somali and Muslim female name meaning “trustful, honest” and referring to Muhammed’s mother. This name is popular with the Hausa of West Africa.

Correction on Khadijah it’s actually of Arabic/Islamic origin in relation to Mohammed (peace be upon hims) first wife and also meaning born prematurely. It important to note children born prematurely were often seen as special or ‘golden child’ in many cultures. Correction also on Nana which comes from Akan tradition in Ghana it is used to refer to royalty and give a gender neutral indication of King/queen it’s also used in reference elderly members of the family ie grandparents.

o_O so my best friend’s name means “pure and wise” or “lion’s share”

cool

No name is actually ghetto.

To a white person or a POC with a heavy anti-black complexity due to white supremacy, it is not the actual name of the person or the way it is spelled which they consider ghetto, it is the person themselves whole. What makes the name ghetto is not how it sounds or it place of origin, but the black body it is attached to.

Which also Attributes to why white people can name their children “Haley/Haleigh/Hailey/Halley/Hallie” or “Megan/Meagan/Meghan/Meaghan/Maygan”; even the not so ordinary names like ‘Lakelyn’ ‘Ashlyn’ etc etc without batting an eye, because it is attached to a white woman’s body.

It’s why a black child named ‘Asia’ is considered an extreme, but a white child can be named ‘Montana’, the name of a southern state, it’s perfectly normal.

Where as if this woman was BLACK and her name is “Ashleigh”, people would make commentary often about how ‘unique’ the spelling of her name is or how black people are always making up new names of spellings of words.

Love the names your parents gave you. If someone says it’s “ghetto”, I guess you just found out who is racist and who you won’t need or respect later in life.

If you are foreign to a country, DO NOT take a nickname some lazy, ignorant, bigot white person tries to give you. MAKE THEM learn your name, no names are actually that difficult, it’s the mentality that stops a person from learning the correct pronunciation of a name.

Can we stop using “ghetto” as an adjective, it’s a fucking noun. It’s a PLACE, not a characteristic. “

☺️ All summer in a day ☺️

#me

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