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tavyliasin · 10 months ago

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Iron Flowers Never Wilt - Barcus Wroot One Shot

Written for the Baldur's Date SFW Event, and inspired by my inbox~

Barcus Wroot has a little problem. It has been a long time since he's thought about finding a new...friend...and now someone has caught his eye, he isn't exactly sure what he should be doing about it.

Lucky for him, he has had the good fortune to have met a certain group of misfits who all have their own idea of romance. Can they help him plan the perfect date for the one he wants to woo?...

Pairing: Barcus Wroot/Zevlor SPICE Rating: 0.5/5 (mild suggestive language) Content Warnings: None, it's all fluffy

Spoilers Act 3 Mild Spoilers Canon Compliance In the very vaguest sense, this has little to do with canon. It's mostly indulgent fluff and an exploration of the different characters' attitudes to romance. Other Notes There are a few background pairings in here because it felt fun, and it was nice to look at how those dynamics might affect how the companions suggest solving the issue at hand.

Song/Mood Love Exists by Amy Lee "It can be born anywhere In the last place you'd expect In a way you'd never dream It can grow from nothing And blossom in a second A single glance is all it takes To get inside you

Invading every thought And every beat of your heart Love can make you scream And it can leave you speechless Love has a thousand stems But only one flower"

Full Chapter below the cut! Or Click Here for AO3 7,288 words ----- -----

Iron Flowers Never Wilt

Barcus Wroot found himself walking along the streets of the lower city as his feet carried him without thinking towards the Elfsong Tavern. He had precious few associates that he could rely on, but rely on them he would have to if he wanted anything to change in this miserable city.

The bartender sent him up the stairs to a large wooden door, which he knocked on gingerly, half thinking to change his mind and walk back out when a familiar face appeared at the open door above him. “It’s…you? I wasn’t expecting a visit, but you’re welcome to come in. Sorry about the mess, there’s a lot of us staying in here right now… You know how it is, right Barcus? You make the best of what you have.” Tav was already talking far too much, infuriating the part of the deep gnome that felt a spike of jealousy for how easily she gathered people to her. It was far too irritating to see how nice she was, and how she was clearly dropping everything she had been planning just to make time to speak with him because he turned up. “Well? To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Right. About that- ah, that will do.” He took the goblet of wine handed to him and sat on the array of floor cushions opposite Tav in a wide open space between some beds at the far side of the room. “I might need some…advice. About something that has been troubling me. And you seemed about as adequate as any other option.” His request sounded hollow even to his own ears, the veiled insults a poor disguise for the plain fact that it was not a short trip across the city to get here nor an easy one.

Tav frowned, her expression quickly darkening with a low fury. “If it’s about that Wulbren fucking Bongle again-”

“No, no. Not any more. That ship has sailed, and, well, I’m looking at what else might be in the harbour.” He shifted in his seat uncomfortably. “It’s… It has been quite some time since I tried to make a new friend. ”

“You have a crush on someone~” Tav teased with a grin. “Good for you! Who’s the lucky one that caught your eye?”

“Maybe I made a mistake coming here, you’ll only make fun of me again.” He tried to stand to leave, but the offer of a top up of the wine changed his mind.

“I’ll be nice, I promise. And I will help if I can - it’s about time you had something nice to look forward to.” She smiled more softly, getting more comfortable on the cushions and gesturing for him to tell the tale.

“Well, we first crossed paths - albeit briefly - back on the coast, before I encountered those wretched goblins.” He began, taking another long sip of the wine. “Didn’t think much then, I had other things to think of.”

“Of course, you were very dedicated to your search.”

“For all the good that did me.” Barcus sighed, fussing with the edge of his shirt hem for a moment. “Well, when next we crossed paths it was in that godsforsaken prison - but he was taken away before we could speak much. Though you know me, I know when to listen . The things his friends said about him, and all the things they didn’t say that were far more important.”

“I think I have an idea who you mean, but do go on. I’m listening. What next?” Tav tried to give him a little encouragement, but the alcohol seemed to be more effective at that as he emptied the glass.

“Next thing I know, we’re all on the march to the city again - thanks to our gallant rescuers, I suppose - and we didn’t cross paths much until after you took care of the blasted Steel Watch… Horrible machines, almost as horrible as the bloody runepowder. Mortals shouldn’t have that much power in their hands if you ask me. Which…you did not. But you understand, you must do. Hero type and all that.” He was gesturing a little more with his hands now his glass was empty, tongue loosening as he continued. “But then there he was, carrying this horrifically big sack of food and other supplies - gods know how - so I offered to help. Nothing better to do, you see, and it made for a nice excuse.”

“A burden shared is a burden halved, right?” Tav took his empty glass and put it to one side with her own, resting her chin on her hands as he finally approached the point.

“Maybe not quite half, he’s a little bigger than me, but I took what I could carry for him. Turns out we were going round to the refugees in the outskirts. Not just the Tieflings, either. He made sure his people were fed first, but nobody went hungry. When we were finally done he had a small loaf of bread and a lump of old cheese. Do you know what he did? He sat with me on the grass, broke it in half, and gave me the larger pieces! Who even does that? I’ll tell you who - Zevlor!” Barcus had been growing more animated with every word, and finally with that clear admission he let go of tension he hadn’t realised he’d still been clinging to. “I’ve only gone and fallen for a Paladin, a proper leader - despite what he will try and tell you - but what am I even supposed to do about that? I’m just…Barcus Wroot. Doomed adventurer, occasional tinkerer, and if personal history is anything to go by, a terrible judge of who should be a… friend .”

“You can just say boyfriend or partner, Barcus. It won’t kill you to admit you have feelings for someone.”

“You don’t know that, knowing my poor fortunes it just might.”

“Don’t be silly.” Tav shrugged and smiled in that terribly disarming way she always did. “You have plenty to offer, you just need to work out how you want to approach him. When was the last time you went on a date?”

“That… I don’t recall.” He thought back, frown deepening as he realised exactly how true that was. “How am I meant to find out?”

“Well, there are lots of ways to seduce someone-”

“Slow down, I’m not trying to be seductive -”

“Alright, maybe I’m not the best person to ask about romance …” Tav sat back, fidgeting a little with her hands as if counting off different options, before settling on the solution. “Everyone has a different idea of what romantic might mean, how to show someone you’re interested. Why don’t you talk to everyone, and see what they say? You don’t have to tell them who you’re thinking of, just open the conversation, make a decision after you’ve heard from them all.”

“And they’re just going to take time out of their day to talk to me, just like that? You might be living carefree up here, but most everyone else has their own business to take care of.” He paused, relenting a little at the look on her face. “No offence meant, of course, I’m sure you have…some kind of heroics to do, business to meddle in…”

Tav shrugged once more, meeting his eye with a more serious look. “Well there is that little matter of what’s causing the earthquakes beneath the city, trying to keep my friends alive in the middle of about 20 fights per day… I have a list, actually, if you wanted to-”

His expression fell, ears drooping a little as a slight blush of shame threatened to creep more visibly into his cheeks. “No, no, you’ve made your point. I apologise. And thank you, for making time for my little issue.”

“It has been nice, actually, to sit and talk about something that isn’t world-ending or immediately life-threatening. I’ll let a few of my companions know that they should expect you, but put yourself out there a little too - you never know who might have the clue you need to figure it all out.” She stood, dusting off her armour, before putting the used glasses and empty bottle over on the table. “Good luck, Barcus, but I don’t think you’ll need it.”

“Good luck to you too, with all the, you know, world ending peril and all that.” He paused after standing, hesitating to leave. “Oh and I should also show a little gratitude for your kindness. Not to me, to Zevlor. Something you said to him, it seems to have given him a bit more of that fire back that the other refugees spoke of from his past. It suits him, even if he wears it like an ill fitting jerkin for now.”

He began to make his way to the door, when a chilling voice - as cold as death’s fingers caressing the back of his mind - crept into his ears. “Thou art courageous to seek new connections, gnome.”

Barcus turned to see the withered husk of what once might have resembled a man, clad in loose robes with gold clinging to his body in lines akin to jewellery, or perhaps an artistic form of pottery repair holding his wrinkled form together. “I…umm…I should be going.”

“Thou art most welcome to speak with me a while, shouldst thou so wish.” Withers continued, a wry smile on his near-skeletal features.

“I’ll consider your offer,” Barcus replied hurriedly, “but for now I’ll try my luck with the living.”

As the door closed, Tav shot a look at the being in the corner. “You almost killed him with fright.”

“Bringing him back to his mortal coil would be a trivial matter.” Withers shrugged.

“Yes, but dying isn’t a pleasant experience to us mortals. Dare I say it might even traumatise the poor man far more than he deserves.” It was likely pointless to argue with a being who treated life and death as an easy matter, like tossing a coin, but he seemed to relent.

“Then might I recommend that thou pack more potions, lest thou find thyself in need of my services before the sun sets?”

“Thank you.” She frowned. “I think.”

—

Karlach was whistling and almost skipping down the street when she damn near ran into Barcus as he tried to wave her down.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise you were looking for me!” She had stopped in her tracks just short of him, putting her axe head on the ground and leaning on the haft. “What’s up?”

“Of course you wouldn’t realise, with your head in the clouds…” He grumbled a moment, before swiftly remembering what he wanted to ask. “Well, you see-”

“Wait, is this about that thing that Tav told me about?” Karlach’s face lit up with excitement. “Ooh I know just the thing!”

Barcus took a step back involuntarily. “I’m suddenly reconsidering the wisdom of consulting someone with such a…fiery constitution.”

“Oh come off it, soldier! I’m a love expert! Well, I am now I’m not turning everything I touch to ash. So, have you tried just telling him what you want?” The tiefling’s grin was joined by a wink that was far too obvious for his comfort.

“I could never be so bold! It’s far too early to be thinking of any night-time shenanigans, thank you very much.” His blush coloured his grey skin from his neck to his ears with a subtle pink that felt hotter than the woman’s mechanical heart.

“Not that! Well, if you want to, you could-” She laughed as his pink hue deepened. “What I mean is, talk to him. If you don’t tell him how you feel, how is he ever going to know?”

“What if I don’t know how I feel?”

“You’ll work it out!” She gave him what she judged to be a friendly shove, though like an overly excited dog that still thinks it’s a pup she put a bit too much strength into it and left him staggering back a few steps. “Oh, gods, sorry… Guess I don’t know my own strength. Don’t overthink it too much.” She pressed a hand to her chest. “Let your heart do the talking for a change, not your head, and listen to it. You never know what it might tell you.”

“That’s…surprisingly astute, Karlach.” He rubbed his shoulder slightly, but his expression had softened. This was certainly one thing to consider.

“I know, right?! I surprise myself too some days!” She grinned again, slinging her axe back over her shoulder. “Have a bit of courage, you’ll be just fine.”

As Barcus watched her carry on down the street with a spring in her step, he wondered how she got to be so strong - not just the clear muscles of her body, but that extra glow from something else behind her smile. —

The next one he encountered made him reconsider the idea entirely. Red eyes and white hair seemed to almost glow eerily in the sunlight - something about Astarion always felt decidedly unnatural to Barcus, but just as he turned to walk away before he was spotted, he heard that awfully flirty voice.

“Well, hello~” Astarion quickly caught up to him, tapping him on the shoulder with a pale and slender finger. “My darling told me you were looking for a little advice, and far be it from me to turn down one of her requests, especially when she asked so nicely~” The flash of sharp teeth was even more unnerving, but there was no stepping away now.

Barcus sighed. “Alright then, what is it you recommend? I suggest not advising I go picking any pockets, or breaking into his home in the middle of the night-”

“Perish the thought! You’d never get past the first lock.” The pale elf laughed, testing his patience further. “Naturally I am not in the slightest bit serious.”

“Could you try? Even just a little bit serious might be preferable.” He huffed. “I didn’t come here to get mocked, if I wanted that I’d visit the circus.”

“Hmm…not a bad idea, but I doubt your date is fond of the circus.” Astarion stroked his chin in thought. “You need to find his weakness. The places you can stick your dagger - metaphorically, of course - to get into his armour. That part can be literally , if you like.”

“Are you all this utterly depraved?” Barcus could feel a slight headache returning.

“Only for the right people~” The elf smiled a little more naturally this time, which was somehow an even more terrifying sight. “I do mean what I said. Learn all you can about him, and use that to your advantage. Think of it as a battle, and you are getting to know your enemy before taking them on.”

“I’d rather not think of him as an enemy…but I suppose I know what you’re implying. I shall give it some more thought.” He began to leave again, wondering if a battle of wits was really the wisest plan-

“You are most welcome, my good sir~” Astarion called out, in a mocking tone.

Barcus sighed. “You have my gratitude. Even if I don’t entirely agree with your thesis on how to handle people.”

“It works, gnome, don’t forget it.” The elf was gone by the time he turned around, no doubt slipping down an alley or hiding in some shadow waiting to pounce on some unsuspecting fool…

Barcus shook his head, that wasn’t a particularly generous thought. There had been an attempt at sound advice, and it might have some value to it if he changed the context a little.

—

Feeling a little tired of the louder member’s of Tav’s group, Barcus decided to seek out the wizard next. He seemed to be more level headed, calm, and Tav mentioned the man might well be in that magic shop, Sorcerous Undies? Didn’t matter, it was a place full of books and magic where the famous Gale of Waterdeep might be-

“You cannot be serious! If you were to use Leomund’s Tiny Hut in that kind of an area, well it’s foolish at best, if it doesn’t outright get you killed by the time it fades in the morning! No, you need to be far more careful, you see-” The voice carried all the way out onto the street, passionately arguing about…well, Barcus could not care any less if he tried. And for a moment, he did try.

He sighed, rubbed his aching temples with his fingertips, and steeled himself to enter.

Inside the shop, Gale was indeed deep in some kind of debate with a couple of younger apprentice-looking types, ill-fitted robes hanging off them like they had been passed down through the family line hoping to carry a hint of pride with their fancy stitching. Luckily for the gnome, it seemed like the conversation was wrapping up as Gale threw his hands in the air in a gesture of frustrated defeat, turning on his heel and striding towards the door.

“Ah, excuse me!” Barcus called out to the wizard as he walked past muttering something about grateful brats not listening. “Could I- Just for a minute?”

“Oh! Yes, yes of course, please forgive my rudeness, you see I was just explaining to those-”

“Spare me the magic lecture, if you don’t mind.” He quickly stopped the oncoming onslaught of complaints before the man could hit his stride with them. “Do you have any advice of the, uh, other nature?” “You seem terribly uncomfortable - there’s a nice bench around the corner, let’s take a seat there for a while and talk in peace, shall we?” Gale outstretched an arm to indicate the direction they should go, and fell into step with Barcus, matching his pace with care. “There, that should do nicely, don’t you think?”

“Yes, very picturesque, I’m sure.” The view from the bench across the lower city was certainly an interesting one. Tumble-down shacks dotted between others that were maintained in a manner that required almost daily repairs. Smoke curled up from one or two alleys, and the only buildings that were completely stable had an air of ominous foreboding to them that kept all but the bravest - or most foolish - souls far from their doors.

“It has it’s charm.” Gale laughed quietly. “At least, that’s what the locals tell me when trying to get me to buy one of those seafront properties . But we aren’t here to discuss the finer points of home ownership in Baldur’s Gate, now, are we?”

“No,” he replied, feeling a little more at ease in the company of the wizard than the others so far, “no we are not. I was hoping you might have some advice of the amorous persuasion.”

“Ahh romance! I’ve raided many a library shelf for novels of that nature, some quite racy pieces too - you know there was one with a gnome and a tiefling where-”

“Gods, are you all insatiable?” Barcus groaned, it seemed he was running out of luck again with a group that might as well be putting succubus saliva in their porridge. “I don’t want to think about any of that, thank you very much.” At least, not yet , he added in his mind alone.

“Well, it wasn’t all about the, uh, naughty bits , you know. It was actually a very sweet romance. You see, it turns out that although they lived very different lives, when they shared more time together they realised they had a lot of smaller things in common. Their favourite fruit, the places they wanted to visit, even their careers had some unexpected parallels.” Gale looked down at him now, though he was still too caught up in his thoughts to look anywhere but his fidgeting hands as he mumbled.

“I don’t know, maybe there’s something similar in what we do now? But I’m no warrior and he’s no tinkerer, that’s for sure. But we both have people looking up to us, relying on us, and…well I know he didn’t fail his friends as badly as he thinks he did, but I… Well maybe the fruit is something to go on? And we do live in the same city now, that’s certainly a…very boring thing to have in common. Plenty of people live here that’s not special.” He sighed, letting his shoulders slump forwards.

“Maybe you should read a few books - now I know that life isn’t exactly a fairytale, we’re living proof of that,” Gale winked and idly fiddled with his earring, “but there’s still plenty to be learned when you read between the lines on the written page. It certainly couldn’t hurt to try, now, could it? I’ll have a few sent over to you by courier tomorrow - they’re a little heavy for the pigeon post.”

“At the very least they might bore me to sleep.” Barcus resigned himself to the no-doubt oversized reading list that would be on his table by morning. “I will keep in mind what you said, though, you seem the most level headed amongst your companions if nothing else.”

“I shall choose to take that as a compliment, such as it is. Maybe even high praise coming from you!” The wizard laughed warmly, pressing his hands to his knees before standing with a sigh. “Well, I must be off for now. I am happy to have been some assistance. I wish you all the best with your romantic endeavours.”

—

Barcus stayed on the bench for a while, contemplating his options as he watched the lower city’s denizens going about their business down below. He almost didn’t notice when a large shadow blocked out the light from behind him.

“Don’t panic there, friend, just an old druid stopping by for a chat.” Halsin stepped around the side of the bench, careful to keep from unblocking the sun into Barcus’s eyes. Something about the quiet compassion of the druid reminded him of Zevlor. He sighed slightly before he could stop himself. “I know that look - worry not, I am not here to deliver a lecture or try to persuade you into something you are not comfortable with.” Halsin’s smile was as warm as the scent of wood, moss, and leather drifting from his huge form. “I apologise too, on behalf of my loves, if either of them were too…forward, with their advice.”

Barcus found it was very hard to be frustrated by anything the large elf did, though perhaps that in itself was what irked him at times. “You knew Zevlor, did you not?”

“Only for a brief time. His group were not at the Grove long before my untimely capture by our mutual foes.” Halsin looked out into the distance for a moment, as if trying to see the memories clearer in the clouds themselves. “He is a very devoted man, a far better match for you than your previous beloved.”

“Yes…well, perhaps it took me a little too long to learn the hard way. But I am here now, in one piece no thanks to him.” He shoved the thoughts from his mind, unwilling to dwell on that sneering face and harsh voice that tried to erode his self-esteem even as he clawed it back for himself each day. “There has to be something you know about him that could help me, he does not open up easily. Even just a favourite food is a start.”

“Ah now that one I can help with.” Halsin reached into the bag he had been carrying, pulling out a few pieces of fresh fruit. “I seem to recall the old Hellrider had a fondness for pears. Take them, I can find more - I do not mind another excuse to take a trip out of these stone walls and back into nature’s embrace.”

“That is…well, most kind of you. Thank you. Though I don’t think handing him a couple of fruits is really going to be any kind of a romantic gesture.” He carefully wrapped the fruits in some clean cloths and stowed them in his pack where they would not get damaged.

“Perhaps you should find an excuse to leave the city, spend some time in the wild.”

“I’ve spent quite enough time traipsing through mud and trees, I still have scars on the back of my head from the brambles.” Barcus grumbled, idly rubbing at the fine faint lines that marked his scalp.

“Well, it needn’t be the woods for you then. The point is, take him somewhere nice. Somewhere that is special for him, for you, or just somewhere different that can become special by being there together.”

“You know, I didn’t take you to be a romantic sort, druid.” He mused out loud, raising an eyebrow quizzically at the larger man and earning a soft chuckle in response.

“There is much you don’t know about me, my friend. But that’s alright, I have a feeling our paths may cross a few times yet - though hopefully under these more pleasant circumstances than most of the last times we have met.” Halsin laid a very gentle hand on his shoulder, even for his size he was far more careful with his strength than Karlach had been. “Take care of yourself, and of Zevlor too. The old warrior still has some fight in him yet, but that does not mean he should be so quick to throw himself to it.”

“That much we can certainly agree upon.” Barcus began to stand, carefully picking up his bag. “Thank you for taking the time to sit with me. Perhaps it would be beneficial for our paths to cross more often in peaceable times.”

“I would enjoy that.” Halsin leaned back comfortably on the bench, enjoying the moment with the sun warming his back as the gnome made his way back out into the city.

---

The Githyanki stood out like a sore thumb in the crowd, her armour shining in the sunshine and her large sword strapped as ever to her back ready to be brandished at a moment’s notice should anyone be foolish enough to ignore the warning of her frown.

Lae’zel was intimidating, but Barcus reminded himself he had no real reason to fear the woman. As terrifying as she looked, she was neither malevolent nor an enemy. If anything, she was an ally he would be glad to have standing between him and whatever danger did not run from the sight of her.

“Ah, I had been told to expect you, though I hope you do not expect me to give you poetry or grand advice on romance.” She greeted him with the usual straightforward manner. It was at least easier to deal with one who spoke clearly and freely.

“I would be concerned if you did, to be honest.” He followed her to stand in a slightly quieter side street as they spoke. “Tchk. Actually, the githyanki people have several thousand poems and romantic overtures inscribed into our zaithisks, but I have been informed that the more sensual nature of the works would not suit your tastes.” Lae’zel’s expression gave little clue as to whether or not she was being serious, but she gave him no time to consider it further. “I will keep it simple and to the point. Zevlor is a paladin, a mighty warrior - no matter how far from his home he has travelled he has a warrior’s heart. Remind him of this, and become the new home that he can fight for.”

Barcus felt his headache returning as the creases on his forehead deepened. “I appreciate who he was, who he is, but I do not want to see him throw himself headlong into an early grave.”

“You are hearing, Istik, but you are not listening . If he has a reason to come home safely, then when he inevitably goes to fight - as his heart will be drawn to by its very nature - he will not be so reckless.” She smiled, much to his surprise, her thumb idly caressing the petal of a small flower tucked into her belt by her hip. “Become the thing he does not want to lose by giving him the strength to be the man he most wishes to be.”

“That is oddly reassuring…” Barcus mumbled slightly quieter than he meant to, beginning to work out how all of the pieces fit together.

“So that’s where you’d run off to.” Another voice came from behind, startling him from his thoughts. “I thought we were to meet in the-” Shadowheart stopped as she stepped around and saw who Lae’zel had been speaking with. “Fancy seeing you here, though if you are done… Lae’zel, you can go on ahead of me and reserve the table, I shall give our friend a little advice. You weren’t too hard on him were you?”

“Tchk. You are lucky I am so fond of you and your little jokes. Do not be too long, the heat has left me hungry.” The gith gave a short nod of a bow, which Barcus returned, before walking back out onto the main street.

“You will have to forgive her abrasive nature, sometimes she forgets that not everyone was raised in an astral battleground.” Shadowheart observed him carefully, her pale hair catching the light even in the shade of the buildings.

“She was actually very insightful. Pleasant, almost.” He glanced over his shoulder, confirming with a small measure of relief that she had indeed left them alone. He wasn’t sure how she would take such a compliment.

“But only almost?” Shadowheart chuckled, her hand drifting to a familiar looking blossom tucked into her breastplate. “I know what you’re going to ask about, but it is more simple than you think. Memories, Barcus, they make us who we are. Even when they’re hard to grasp, they’re still a part of us. The two of you have some unpleasant ones from your lives up to this point, but you have plenty of time left ahead.”

“I’m not sure what you’re getting at, how does this help me get to know him, or even to get close to him?” He grumbled, longing for someone who might talk more simply again.

“What I mean to say is that what is important now is to make new memories. Together. Spend moments together that neither of you can forget, let those be the thoughts and feelings that bind you. Dwelling on your history would be painful, and I’m not saying you should forget it either, but put your focus on the present and the future.” She knelt for a moment and straightened his jacket collar much in the way a sibling might. “Show him who you are and become unforgettable.” The meaning in her last words carried a strange echo of what Lae’zel had told him just moments ago. The thought lingered even as she bid him a swift farewell and left with hurried steps to catch up to her… friend . Definitely very good friends, he thought with a wry smile. —

A few ideas were kicking around in his head as he carried on up the hill towards the Forge of the Nine, hoping that speaking to someone else who knew Zevlor for longer might be able to confirm his ideas.

The sound of metal being hammered into submission echoed down the street, the slight burning smell of the Forge carried with it on the breeze. That meant Dammon would be hard at work as usual, though he seemed to be deep in conversation even as he brought his tools down upon the anvil with staggering force.

Rounding the corner, it became clear that it was Wyll stood with the Tiefling as he worked. Excellent , Barcus realised, that’s two targets, one arrow .

“And there’s nothing else you can do?” Wyll’s voice was plaintive and clear.

“Not yet, I’m afraid. But as soon as there is, you’ll be the first to know, I promise you that.” Dammon wiped the sweat from his brow, quenching the small blade carefully. “Ah, it seems I have an unexpected customer - good to see you again, my friend.”

Barcus felt the warmth of the greeting was perhaps a little too familiar given the scant few times they had crossed paths, but he had heard plenty from around the town about how the blacksmith was one of the most trusted and welcoming in the entire city. And he had barely moved in a couple of tendays ago. “Dammon, Wyll.” He nodded politely to each in turn.

“I hear you’re looking for advice on your potential suitor, Barcus, and I’d say you’ve come to just the right place.” Wyll gestured to a nearby table. “Why don’t the three of us take a seat for a minute? I’m sure the smithy here could use a break from his fire for a few minutes at least.”

“That wouldn’t be a terrible idea,” Dammon agreed, setting his gloves to one side and wiping the sooty residue from his hands as Barcus pulled up a chair and took a seat. “But unfortunately I doubt I’m much help with whoever it is you’re looking to charm. I barely know anyone in this city.”

“The word is,” Wyll leaned in conspiratorially, “our serious looking friend here has his heart set on a certain Elturian Paladin.”

“Well, in that case there…is still not a lot I can tell you, I’m afraid.” Dammon’s smile was almost as warm as the forge itself, bringing over a large jug and a set of simple cups to the table as he and Wyll took their seats. “We weren’t close in Elturel, but I can tell you he’s a good man.”

“A man of honour,” Wyll quickly agreed, still not leaving the gnome any room to get a word in edgeways, “so you should do well to remember that in your courtship.”

Finally, an empty second appeared as the cups were filled with water that Wyll quickly chilled with a cantrip as Barcus seized the opportunity to speak for himself. “I have no intention of sullying his honour, or crossing his oath, or anything like that. For now.... I want to know how he feels. And that’s not easy, the man is as open as an underground prison in the deepest level of the hells.” Both men winced at the word. “Ah, my apologies, I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s fine,” Wyll raised his own cup, pausing a moment with it held aloft, “there are some people worth being trapped in the hells with.”

Dammon’s cup met the Blade’s with a metallic clink, the two men drinking the water as if they were toasting a pact that Barcus was not privy to.

Wyll took a long swig and set his cup on the table once more. “Courtship is a dance. Once the music is playing, you offer your hand to your partner. If they take it, you learn to move to their rhythm just as they are learning to move with yours. But keep listening to that music, find the steps to the dance and keep time. Not too fast or too slow.” He stood, bowing and offering his hand to Dammon to demonstrate. “My good fellow, might I trouble you for a dance?”

The teifling’s impossible bright eyes sparkled as he followed the act. “No trouble at all, my lord, it would be my pleasure.”

Barcus sat almost in disbelief as they began to waltz around the forge to the distant sound of the bards playing in the square. But it was, in its own way, making more sense too.

“Be aware of his feet are so you do not step on his toes,” Wyll continued to talk as the two danced in perfect step, “and watch out for his tail, too.”

“Wouldn’t want to step on that, it can be a little…sensitive…” Dammon grew quieter towards the end of the sentence, a hint of a blush rising to the tips of his ears, his tail swishing subtly along with the music behind him.

“When the song changes, so does your dance. Listen for it.” Wyll’s lips twitched with the hint of a mischievous smile as he slid an arm around the tiefling’s lower back, holding and dipping him backwards as the music came to an end with the distant sounds of applause.

Barcus wasn’t quite sure if he should look away as the pair stood upright again, the smith smoothing down his apron before they returned to their seats. “That might be all well and good for a fine gentleman and his chosen dance partner, but I never learned how to waltz. I’ve always had a preference for the practical.”

“Then it’s simple.” Dammon declared, gesturing to the forge behind him. “Make something for him yourself, with your own hands. Craft something that holds meaning. You are more than welcome to use my tools, consider my Forge at your disposal in the name of budding romance.”

“Budding…” Wyll leaned back, casting his eye over the carefully kept flowerbeds that somehow survived the heat from being close to the forge. “Do you know much about flowers, Dammon?”

“I can’t say that I’m an expert, but I’ve always been fond of these.” He plucked a small bloom from a nearby pot, cone-like centre surrounded by reddish-violet petals that curled out and away. “They remind me of a heart, the flower itself opening fully to reveal it to you. The colours are reminiscent of the tones you can achieve in specially cooled steel, too.”

“Echinacea.” Wyll nodded, taking the flower gently from the smith’s hand. “My mother used to grow them outside her room. Father said they represent both strength and healing - fitting for the old Hellrider, don’t you think?” “They can also be made into a tea, although that’s not quite as pretty to look at.” Dammon took the plant back.

“So you’re saying to give him a flower?” Barcus was more perplexed than ever.

“Not quite.” The tiefling placed it carefully on the table, going back to the dagger that was being quenched when Barcus had arrived. “You can make him one that will last forever.”

The blade was laid on the table next to the blossom, the shine of the metal a very similar hue to the petals. “It’s beautiful.” Wyll leaned closer to admire the unfinished weapon, the thin sheen of colour clear in the light.

“When you work with steel, the temperature it is at when quenched affects the surface. A little careful timing, and you can get some wonderful colours.” Dammon smiled, refilling their mugs. “You’re far better at working with smaller parts than I am, but I have free time to help you get the perfect colours.”

“I am not certain I have enough spare gold to pay you for such a bespoke service.” Barcus fiddled idly with his coin pouch, he had been hoping to save a little for a future that seemed more worth saving for the longer the day had gone on.

“Pay me? Consider it a favour, for old friends and new.” The smith grinned for a moment. “I wouldn’t turn down a good word amongst your companions for where to get their equipment, of course, but it would be my pleasure to help you make a gift from the heart.”

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And so Barcus found himself at the Forge a day later, the head of his favourite steel hammer in hand, laying it in the crucible ready to be melted down. The wooden handle stayed in his palm with a firm grip for a while, slipping back into his pocket when it was time to work the metal into the sand cast petal shapes they had made, the cone-like shape of the centre and the stem of the flower in a separate sand cast.

It took several hours of meticulous work, heating and reshaping the metal with delicate care, pulling and twisting it into shape, securing each petal to the blossom with breath held and hands as steady as they could be. The metal was heated and quenched precisely to give the final piece the perfect colour.

Dammon examined the piece one last time before handing it back to him. “You have a real way with the finer detail, Barcus, it’s as if we took a flower from the pot, enlarged it, then turned it to metal with some kind of magic.”

“Oh hells,” he sighed, “I could’ve just asked the bloody wizard to do that and saved us a lot of trouble.”

“Trouble? It has been a pleasure. It’s nice to make something that will warm a heart rather than pierce one for a change.” The tiefling laid a hand on his shoulder, a look of soft pride crossing his face. “Besides, it wouldn’t mean as much if you didn’t make it yourself.”

“That was the easy part.” Barcus sighed, realisation dawning. “I have to give it to him now, don’t I…”

“That you do, my friend. You’ll be fine, I’m certain of it.”

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Several more days passed, and Barcus had spent them as wisely as he could. He made a few excuses to speak with Zevlor, trying to learn more about him, even taking the time to visit more of the Elturian refugees camped in Rivington without the Paladin there to overhear. He listened carefully, trying to find the “weaknesses” in his “armour” as the rogue had so indelicately put it, trying to channel a little of Karlach’s courage to speak more boldly.

At night he had even read some of the books that Gale had sent him, pleasantly surprised to find there were a few passages that gave him some ideas. The pears from Halsin remained fresh and perfectly ripe - he questioned if perhaps the druid had imbued them with a little magic to give him the extra time to make his plans properly. He had picked as nice a spot as he could find, at the top of the hill above the tiefling encampment in a semi-secluded area where they could still hear the sound of the bards playing below and the soft chatter of daily life.

Two simple glasses sat beside a bottle of rare vintage wine sent over from Tav, a selection of simple foods as it seemed the tiefling wasn’t given to indulging in too much extravagance. He held tightly to the hope that quiet conversation could slowly bring down a wall that had seemed insurmountable a mere tenday ago. Everything had been so carefully prepared, right down to the crimson and gold embroidered silk that wrapped delicately around the gift hidden in a side pocket of the picnic basket. It was unlikely to break, they had made sure of that, but despite the solid metal it felt as fragile as if he had held his own heart in his hands as he tied the blue ribbon around it. Perhaps it was an apt metaphor, giving a part of his past - the hammer that had been with him since he first learned to tinker with contraptions - to the hope of a better future and someone worth spending it with.

Barcus had been there a while, trying to make sure everything was just right, but his date arrived perfectly on time. His breath caught in his throat when Zevlor appeared at the summit of the hill, armour sparkling in the sunlight, eyes tired yet bright with a warm flame that was beginning to feel like the hearthfire of a home… It wasn’t perfect, nothing in the wretched city could be…nothing except the look on the old warrior’s face as Zevlor finally began to relax on the grass beside him.

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Well, Barcus fans, I really do hope I have given your favourite guy a very lovely really nice day for a change, he's more than earned it~ Thank you to those who suggested the pairing, it's rather sweet, really. I don't think I have space to do any more with this, so if anyone wants to collab and write a sequel/continuation please do be my guest and let me know!

#barcus wroot #zevlor #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 #fanfic #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 barcus #bg3 zevlor #fluff #romance #Spotify

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10 Reasons to Ship Loki/Catwoman

A Nondefinitive & Cracky GodCat Rundown

1. He’s a god of thieves. Loki’s a Norse god with a long ancient list of patronage areas: mischief, tricks, lies, chaos, outcasts, the devil, death, and more … including, sometimes, thieves. THIEVES. It’s not mentioned often, but it’s around. Besides, mischief, chaos, and trickery tend to involve crime. Be Loki. Wear helmets. Do crimes. And consider hanging out with an anti-hero who still kinda gets it, because:

2. She’s a master cat burglar. Catwoman’s one of the most-recognizable cat burglars on Earth/Midgard, so that's kismet on the thieves thing. But she also vibes with the mischief thing, and sometimes with lies and tricks, too. Even with the outcasts thing. Definitely the anti-heroes thing. Plus, neither Selina nor Loki is an expert on trust, or family, or How to Feelings™ — and there’s nothing shippier than mutual angst!

3. Oops! All banter. Loki and Catwoman can banter for days. Weeks. Years. Loki plays with everybody, but not many characters really mischief him back. Catwoman would, though; it’s like, her thing. She’s sassy (*cue rando yelling from offscreen* feisty, eh?!), full of nicknames, and although she can’t exactly kick a god’s ass twelve days from Sunday, Loki might ask her to try anyway. (The old Batman rule applies there: did Catwoman have time to plan ahead, or have the element of surprise?! Heists require planning and improv, after all.) As such:

4. MatuRe CoNteNt. These two might never leave the bedroom to steal anything, possibly because of the aforementioned ass-kicking. If anybody can make Loki kneel and say thank you ma’am may I have another, probably while he’s laughing about it alllllllmost the entire time, it’s Catwoman. (Strangely wholesome mature content, right front of my anti-hero sandwich?! I ain’t mad at it.)

Loki's ye-olde-eyebrow gif from abby118!

5. Just two pros being pros. Erm, how do I put this delicately? Loki and Catwoman are, generally-speaking, both highly-sexualized, often-objectified characters. (More so for Catwoman in a way, sigh, but … that’s a whole ‘nuther topic.) Give ‘em a break, y’all: let the oversexualized bunnies get it on together! They’re both adults. They’ve both been around (comics) forever. And look, maybe a woman shouldn’t have to constantly chase a bat who doesn’t want to be caught — and vice-versa, frankly! Cats have needs, okay? Maybe magical, complicated, industry-crossing needs! (Did Loki write this one himself?! I wouldn’t put it past him.)

6. The nine lives thing. A word about the god/mortal power imbalance here: yeah, I don’t love that. But aside from Loki just sorta letting Catwoman hang around because they amuse each other, or because there are plenty of uh, other aforementioned reasons to level their playing-field *snort*, there are also plenty of Catwoman canons floating around in which she’s not entirely mortal. Sometimes she has nine lives, which puts her in the venn diagram hinterlands of magical comic characters with an extended lifespan. Interesting! (This concept was even brought back recently, comics-wise.)

7. Representation? (This one’s thorny because it’s never treated well in canon. The world is poorly-formed. :/ I hope we can form it better.) Loki and Catwoman may also vibe, perhaps, because they both have a canonic bi history. (I mean … Loki is canonically everything so it depends on the canon one’s talking about, but nevertheless.) I’m not really the appropriate person to bring Bi!GodCat content into the world, but it does make sense! Love them however they identify!

8. The Wonder connection. But what about Batman, you ask? What about his dark little heartstrings, you inquire? Well, hear me out here: if Loki/Catwoman, then maybe … Batman/Wonder Woman? (Why yes, I do like things about BatCat, and WonderBat, and GodCat! There are infinite ships in my ancient harbor, mes amis; I’m quite unbothered by multiple ship options. My skin is clear. My crops are watered and rotated.)

9. Knife mates. Both of these anti-hero tricksters are stabby. (Meaning: they sometimes favor the short blades.) Together, they make a dagger duo. Stib-stabs. Pointy sharpersons. WOMEN MADE OF KNIVES/MEN ALSO MADE OF KNIVES.

Loki stab-gif from youlackconviction!

10. Multiple AU fix-it options. When canon inevitably disappoints, one can always go to the headcanon mountain. Catwoman steals Loki from a prisondungeon. Catwoman steals Loki from the TVA. Catwoman keeps Loki alive and he feels acidically/obnoxiously grateful about it, plus other things. Loki vibes with Selina's trust issues and (complainingly) assists her heists with magic; maybe they even grow to be friends, or learn what love is like is between two similar souls. Perhaps their team-up helps get other Marvel/DC types out of a few high-powered jams. (Or else they just steal from them, heh; the options are many.) *steeples fingers* And so disappointment was solved forever, by expecting nothing from official channels. And also AUs.

#loki #catwoman #loki/catwoman #godcat #bonus reason 11: the goth is strong with them #silly ship chatter #don’t take this too seriously #life’s too short unless you have nine or centuries #godcatstorming #stib-stab club

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for the ship thingy: fireball, espave, and brando/clara

someone may or may not have asked for espave already so i will just point you towards that ask, but i’ll do the other two!!

fireball (aka bean x amy)

- i think it would be really funny if amy stopped crushing on sonic and then got with BEAN.

- no one would like the ship except fang, who would get some peace and quiet. the fact fang agrees with bean on something is enough to make it powerful and worthy

- bean might be silly but he can FIGHT so they’d be a dynamic duo, pun intended

- amy hitting bombs into enemies with her hammer

- bean might just be random all the time for no particular reason, but i’d like to think he also uses it for deflection. amy sees through this shit and makes him be vulnerable without the threat of being too overbearing or ruining his image

- i think amy needs someone who will make her laugh, and bean is so hilarious that it’ll work like a charm

- they both talk really fast so trying to listen in on one of their conversations sounds like a youtube video sped up too fast

- amy has a thing for green birds (cough tekno cough)

- i normally see bean as aroace but it would be funny if amy and her big fat crush awkwardly tell him and apologize but he just goes “no it’s cool let’s date” with like a shrug. idk methinks it would be adorable (the look of shock on amy’s face would send me into orbit if someone drew it ngl)

- both of them are highly emotionally affectionate so amy would never get told off for being clingy, and bean would never be called annoying (more playing and adventuring and high energy activities and hugs bean is definitely a hugger)

- headcanon: amy would believe him 100% like he will break the fourth wall and her empath powers assure her he isn’t kidding

brando x clara (jet’s oc parents)

(this is admittedly a hard one because brando sucks but i’ll try!)

- clara is literally the only person brando has and will ever love. well you could kinda count jet but that’s because he’s the last bit of clara still alive, but alas

- they’re pleasant to be around when they’re together! clara gets brando to spend his infinite money on people so if you so much as look their way you get a couple thousand dollars every time you blink, bonus points if you look sad

- brando is too powerful. like he has unlimited cash, jewels and fame, to the point it’s just empty. what’s there to fight for when you have everything? this contrasts clara growing up during a war while broke as shit working for any money she can get to support her little sister and keep them safe. despite all this she’s so kind and full of love, something brando hasn’t really experienced before. they solve each other’s problems!

- they give us one (1) jet q hawk which is the best ship gift ever

#bsc anons #bsc ocs #bsc ships #fireball #hawque #yeah that may be their ship name idk yet

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 155

Party On, Garth/The Curse of the Black Spot

“Party On, Garth”

Plot Description: Garth needs the Winchesters’ help on a case, battling a Shojo—a Japanese creature sent to seek revenge on enemies

(WHY DID MY PHONE TRY TO AUTOCORRECT SHOJO TO SHOTO. Also, doesn’t Shojo just mean young girl??)

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I’m not going camping, I’m good

I will never not love Garth. He’s fucking great

Yeah I’d be overcome with guilt if someone I loved as horribly as that guy’s brother…oh. He’s, uh, he’s dead too

Oh no. Not the little girl. Nope. The mom got got…

Bro had ONE beer and is INSTANTLY drunk. Precious precious Garth. I don’t care what Dean and Sam think, I would LOVE to hang out with Garth

HE HAS A SOCK PUPPET TO HELP TALK TO CHILDREN OMG

Oh that gift was not a forgiveness gift

I WAS wondering how much it would take for Dean to actually get drunk anymore

Omg I thought the manager got ganked but it was just Garth with a taser

This poor chef. He’s a liar if he says he wouldn’t worry about it. He just shoved the box into Sam’s hands and he is VISIBLY shaken

(A/N: this is the point where my spn thoughts got deleted so I’ll be watching at an increased speed after dw to try to recreate what I thought)

At least they compensate him for his help

I half expected Garth to have the thing that would kill it (a samurai sword with a Shinto blessing on it)

Garth thinks Bobby’s haunting them 🥺

Garth’s actually so smart, he’s just…unconventional when it comes to being a hunter

Can you imagine being this chef and Dean comes to you to bless the sword he found…….somewhere

It’s a fun fight because you either have to be drunk or be guided by someone who’s drunk to land any hits on the Shojo

Nah dude, you should have ran so much earlier

They are getting their ASSES beat

Oh. Ohhh Bobby IS helping them from the beyond 😭😭😭 he wants them to see him so bad. I can’t.

“The Curse of the Black Spot”

Plot Description: The Doctor must solve the mystery of the disappearance of a pirate crew

I really don’t get why they’ve started putting a summary about how Amy knows the Doctor at the beginning of each episode…why start at season six??

Let Karen Gillan have more swords challenge 2k23

Yes, Rory, you are correct. Amy should dress as a pirate more often. Could we get a pirate movie with Karen and Kierra Knightley??

Isn’t the twist that she (the siren) is actually some sort of medical something or other??

I think the reason the RTD era has better rewatch value is that they just dropped hints to the overarching plot for each season along the way but don’t confront it til the end. So you get more out of rewatches than the Moffat era which starts with a big question and meanders its way to the end

The way…the captain is just like “a ship’s a ship” when it comes to the TARDIS. Amazing.

This poor kid who’s just finding out his dad’s a pirate

Damn. Rose from Titanic has NOTHING on the Doctor when it comes to throwing treasure overboard. She threw one diamond. He threw a whole ass treasure chest full

Ugh. That lady checking in on Amy again…

He’s such a child sometimes, wiping the alien snot on Amy’s sleeve

I was right. She took them all to some sort of med bay. She only took the sick and injured for a reason

The number of times Rory either dies or almost dies is kind of ridiculous

Like the only time it’s still gonna be effective is the episode where they’re like on differing timelines…

I love how this old timey pirate crew is now commandeering a space ship

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023 #i procrastinated on watching dw because more than half of my spn thoughts got deleted on my lunch…#and I was being petty #now I’m just suffering the consequences

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“Isn’t romance the sweetest thing?”

#◜ ❥◞ ━ 𝐕𝟏. 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘. ❜#ship talk for amy: she is full of love. that's it that's all you need to know

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captainsaltypear · 3 years ago

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engineer mark in any relatonship would def si mp for them a lot and talk about them endearing way alll the time. Just like how the irl mark is towards amy. Im just going to desc how he is with the invisible crew and the invisible polycule feel free to add more ships u like lmao.

engineer mark x captian? you bet hes praising us all the time in our amazing skills and talks about how we are the best captian ever. Will constanly gush to us towards other people

engineer mark x gunther? talking about how nice his guns skills are (both refuring to his arms and hes actual guns) and how great he is at fixing ads. you bet he asks gunther to slap his ass because he notice how he likes to

mark x celci? talking about how great a women she is. Celci meanwhile is blushing her head off because she expected their relatonship to be a bit more simliar to how it was before they decided to date. but that is impossible with how much mark talks about her like shes some sort of ice goddess. makes her blush constantly

mark x burt? Mark constantly thanks him for making sure the ship dont go boom. And whenever burt has another pop er in reverse idea then mark defends it religously. even if celci says how dumb it is

mark in the invisible polycule? ALL OF THIS AND MORE BABY. You bet hes glad as hell to have all his clearly *amazing* partners. Man is on the moon with how much he loves each of them. Constant love and apperaction for everyone nobody gets left out

This man is just so FULL of love and it NEEDS TO BE SHARED WITH EVERYONE THERE'S ENOUGH TO GO AROUND FOLKS. I love these headcannons so much AWWWWWWW

Even Mark x lady would be so full of love. Now imagine an alternate universe where the crystal is finally gone, Mark, the captain and even lady can finally be friends without any wormhole shenanigans getting in the way. Just imagine Mark gushing over Lady's lil elf ears and absolutely LOVING how hyped they get over little earth culture things just makes my heart implode on itself

#Markiplier #Iswm #Invincible polycule #Melci #Celci #Burt #Gunther #SHARE YOUR HCS IN THE TAGS HOHO #Pear asks

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peachsayshi · 3 years ago

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Chapter 13 - Spinning

Tags: Friends with Benefits, Smut, Angst

Summary: You and Gojo are caught up in your feelings and he unintentionally breaks another rule.

A/N: (18+ / minors and ageless blogs dni) New chapter! This is a bit of a filler chapter but I am working up to some dramatic things (smut and angst coming up!) plus revealing some of the secrets that happened in the timeline 👀 I hope you enjoy it! And as always comments are appreciated ☺️

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Sitting cross legged on your bedroom floor, you proceeded to fold the fresh laundry into perfectly neat piles. Music enveloped your room, the bass from your speaker bouncing off the walls as you mindlessly hummed along to the track that was playing. This is how you were choosing to unwind after a long work week, by organizing and cleaning up your apartment. There was something completely cathartic about resetting your space and you found yourself having plenty of free time on your hands recently.

Gojo has been exceptionally busy. At first there was an itch when you began seeing less of him, the two of you would plan to get together but that consistently kept getting cancelled. Eventually those plans transitioned to you agreeing on catching up with one another once things settled. Now it seems the only time you managed to hear from your friend was with sporadic phone calls and random text messages that he would send you at weird hours. The itch slowly turned into an ache, that familiar knot in your stomach making its presence known more often than usual.

There was something about the way he managed to fill the silence. You always gave him a hard time about talking your ear off but realised that he actually entertained you with some great conversations.

Even though half the time he was talking about ridiculous subject matters…

You had to hand it to Satoru though, he always spoke with such enthusiasm he would make the concept of paint drying seem fascinating.

He was fascinating.

Eight years of friendship have taught you that but you were smart enough not to feed his ego. Despite the two of you being close, Gojo still never fully let you in. You couldn’t deny that you were intrigued by him, curious to know more about the strongest sorcerer who seemed totally unphased by his own title whenever he was around you. You wanted to know more about how he fought off curses and protected people from the evils that seemed to be invisible in your eyes. Although he consistently evaded your questions, he did slowly open up about other things. You particularly loved the way his face let up when he talked about his students and it made you realise that if there was anything Gojo Satoru had committed himself to, it was his role as an instructor to the next generation of sorcerers.

Still, you usually tried to pry information out of him when the two of you would get lost in deep conversation, noticing the way Gojo would drift in his own thoughts whenever the subject seemed to focus on him.

Clearly there was an extent to which the man loved talking about himself.

There was a point when he spoke where you saw his face grow pensive as he brought up an old friend. He referenced him in passing but the way his mouth fell pained you just as much as it seemed to hurt him. Your question was on the tip of your tongue, eager to learn more about the people within his own circle, but Satoru immediately shifted the conversation onto something else.

That wall, much like his infinity, is impenetrable.

Unfortunately, the dynamics were in his favor. You wished that you could conceal your own emotions as easily around him but it was impossible. Gojo had the capability of knowing exactly how you were thinking and feeling at any given second. His incredible perception was his advantage, that’s why he is able to gauge your reactions so well.

You smiled subconsciously to yourself, goosebumps floating up to your shoulders when you realised how much you wanted your arms wrapped around his neck, your body pressing into his chest while breathing that spicy, sweet cologne…

Stop it.

You paused your action, the jeans on your lap in a mid-fold as you froze in place and your brain instantly turned off those dangerous ideas.

You swallowed your own emotions, your abdomen tight when you realised that you had just spent the last ten minutes having intimate thoughts about Gojo.

You really shouldn’t but there was something about the way he acts around you that made you the slightest bit curious as to what he was thinking and how he was feeling.

How often did you cross his mind and did he even miss you as much as you did him?

At some point the two of you were going to have to stop this little game you were playing. Even though you weren’t seeking it out at the moment, you do want to settle down eventually with somebody you love. Satoru made it perfectly clear where he stood on relationships. He had no desire to get involved with anybody and the concept of marriage was something he completely rejected.

You recalled having a conversation with him about:

“Are you really telling me that you’re okay living as a bachelor for the rest of your life?”

“Happily, actually…” Gojo replied, while you both continued your heated debate on the prospects of love.

“But why are you so against it?”

"I have my reasons,” he replied with a shrug.

Satoru always seemed to have a reason for everything but he was not willing to share it with you, leaving you in moments like this to analyze the little things he says to try and put the pieces together yourself.

Truthfully, you don’t want to stop as you found yourself fixated on this new…friends with benefits-ship…

Everything about it felt so good that you couldn’t even remember what things were like before you started hooking up.

How could you go back to just being friends after he’s seen you in your most vulnerable state? How were you supposed to pretend that his hands haven’t unraveled you into submission time and time again? How could you sit next to him without thinking about kissing him for hours on end? How were you supposed to listen to him talk without remembering the moments where he would whisper angel in your ear?

How the hell did you manage to keep your hands off him before this even started?

There was always the unspoken fact that you found each other attractive but since this new dynamic has started the two of you were like magnets whenever you were in close proximity to one another.

Well, you were able to keep the barrier because you were in a happily committed relationship with Haru, you interjected and suddenly you found yourself slumping your shoulders.

Haru was in love with you. He gave you the companionship you needed, he filled the silence with mindless conversations and was the one who held you when you needed him. He was the one to swallow your cries with soft kisses, that made you laugh in hysterics when you needed to boost your mood…

Your heart stopped, realizing that you were seeking out what Haru gave you with Gojo. Your gut wrenching at the idea of you using your friend to fill the emotional gap that Haru left. This ache that knotted your insides meant nothing and you were letting your thoughts confuse you into thinking that you were missing Gojo.

All you needed was to get your distraction back.

After all, Gojo is just your friend.

You had no reason to think anything else could come of this and burned any other thought about Satoru from crossing your mind for the rest of the evening.

If you even thought for a second that you might be falling for him, you would cut ties immediately. You weren’t going to put a strain on your friendship because you’re silly ideals were getting in the way of your agreement.

The two of you were just fucking.

Nothing more, nothing less.

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Gojo studied the woman before him, acknowledging the fact that she is one of the most stunning individuals he had ever laid his eyes on. She was older than him by ten years but if it wasn’t for the age on her online profile, he wouldn’t have been able to tell.

She was tall, meeting his own towering height, give or take a few inches. Her long, pin straight hair flowed to her hips, accentuating her curves and covering her supple breasts. Her face could strike down any man that looked at her with those deep eyes and he was tempted to nibble on her full lips. Seeing her in person made Gojo realize that her price was high for a reason and totally justifiable.

Anyone would pay extra to fuck a goddess.

Somehow, he wound up here thanks to his own frustrations. His desire for you was driving him wild and his own hands weren’t enough to solve this problem. He still respected the rules that were unbroken and knew that as long as he didn’t go too far with Ami, he was fine. He wasn’t going to have sex with her but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t help him out with his current predicament in other ways.

Besides, you did tell him that he was allowed to see other people. However, that didn’t stop his stomach from twisting at the thought of climbing into bed with someone other than you. He couldn’t quite figure out what this awkward sensation was or why he was bothered by his own decision to meet up with Ami in the first place.

Gojo stripped down to his boxers before sitting on the edge of her satin covered mattress. She was admiring him with amusement, the tempting smile on her lips telling him that she was also enjoying what she was seeing.

“You paid for a full hour but said that you might not be here for that long. Did something urgent come up?” she questioned, her voice sensually low and sending a shiver up Gojo’s spine.

My she is dangerous, he thought to himself, knowing full well how this entire experience would go under different circumstances.

The circumstances being, well, you.

“I don’t plan on sticking around too long...” he explained.

“I’ll have to adjust your pay accordingly then,” she replied, taking a few steps forward until she was standing in front of him.

“I don’t mind paying for the full hour,” Gojo teased with a grin, his free hand moving to touch her silky hair as he rubbed it between his fingers.

She smiled, nearly taking his breath away as she brought her finger to the blindfold covering his eyes.

“I don’t like accepting money for free,” she stated, tracing her touch down his chiseled jawline. “I bet you’re handsome but I am guessing you don’t plan on taking this thing off to show me what you really look like.”

“Yep,” Gojo smiled as Ami proceeded to slide across her bed next to him. "And you guessed right, I’ve got an exceptionally pretty face.”

“Cocky too,” she purred, “there’s a special way I treat guys like you…”

Gojo hummed, switching his position so he was lying back against her pillows. Ami crawled her body over his lean torso, her hands rubbing up and down his thigh as she glanced in his direction.

“Oh, yeah? I would love to see how...” Gojo insisted, his breath growing heavy as she guided her hand all the way to his mouth.

She traced his bottom lip with her thumb, a devious mask highlighting her stunning features as she spoke, “Be a good boy and lie back while I take care of you…”

He fully caved, allowing this sultry siren to take control by touching and teasing his body however she pleased. Gojo usually enjoyed relinquishing his power every now and then but for whatever reason it was taking some effort for him to fully immerse himself with what was happening. Ami straddled his cock, before proceeding to press her mouth against his. Her lips were working fervently over his own as she deepened the kiss, but the spark that he needed just wasn’t igniting.

When Ami flicked her tongue over his, he would only think about the sensation of yours. The taste of you in his mouth lingered like an addictive poison. One that he craved every single time you crossed his mind. The sound of your moans played in his ear and the sweet way you called out his name when he touched you between your legs filtered his brain. He was only brought back to the reality that it wasn’t you pushing your body against his, when Ami wrapped her fingers around his throat. He tried to erase you and focus on the woman before him but was persistently failing.

She could see that something was off from how he was responding to her caresses. “Are you sure you're up for this tonight, baby?” Ami teased, whispering into his mouth as she snagged his bottom lip between her teeth. “You don’t seem ready for me...”

“Fuck…” Gojo grunted out of frustration, knocking his head back as he pressed his fingers to his temple. “It’s not you, I’m just distracted…”

“What’s on your mind?” she continued, stroking his broad chest lovingly to try and coax him out of the daze he was in.

“Not what...who…” he responded shyly, his cheeks blushing ever so slightly by his admittance.

“I see…” she cooed, “Wife? Girlfriend?”

Gojo scoffed, a comical laugh escaping him as he shook his head.

“Definitely not.”

Ami pressed her lips together, her nail doodling along his upper body with random figures as she continued to question her intriguing client.

“Tell me about her…”

Gojo froze, his hands digging into Ami’s thighs upon hearing her bold question, “she’s just a friend. There’s nothing to say...”

“Is she beautiful?”

“She’s gorgeous,” Gojo exhaled, his words passing his lips faster than he could process what he had just said. Ami tracked her hands down between her legs, stroking his boxers as she massaged his length.

“Tell me what she looks like…”

He described you in detail, from your sinfully sweet lips to the beautiful sound of your laughter and how soft your skin felt in his hands. She continued tricking him into revealing the intimate thoughts that swirled in his mind when he thought about you. She heard the way Gojo’s voice wavered as he swelled between her hands, the tip of his cock poking through his underwear as the pre-cum stained the material of his boxers. Ami pulled the clothing away from his hips, hands returning to grip his member as she continued stroking up and down his shaft.

“Do you think about fucking her with the other women you meet?”

“Yes,” Gojo revealed through gritted teeth, swallowing hard as she played with his tip by circling his thumb over the slit of his cock.

“How often?”

“Too often,” the sorcerer hissed, his hips bucking into her hands.

“I bet you wish you were fucking her right now, don’t you?”

She saw how turned on he is and how easily the thought of you brought him close to his release. Ami spread her legs, adjusting her stance until she brought the tip of his cock to her entrance. Gojo hesitated, knowing that he needed to stop what was about to happen. This wasn’t supposed to go this far. He was only here for a quick hand job or blowjob, but he couldn’t suppress a satisfied moan as she slid down to take in his length.

“F-fuck, wai-...”

“Shh, baby, close your eyes and think of your sweet angel…” Ami whispered in his ear, making Gojo roll his blue irises to the back of his head as he relaxed into her touch.

She didn’t speak after that, fulfilling her promise of taking care of him but also ensuring that his focus was solely on the mental image of you. The sound of her skin bouncing up and down his length took over the entire room. The way Ami stated that you were his was enough to send him over the edge and it didn’t take long until he climaxed at the thought, quickly pulling out of her and releasing hot ropes of cum all over her stomach but imagining that it was you the entire time. She immediately cleaned herself up after they finished, before giving Gojo some privacy and allowing him to get himself together.

After he got dressed, he pulled out his phone to transfer the payment. He doubled the amount he was supposed to give, totally aware that she didn’t reach her own release and was disappointed in himself that he couldn’t pleasure the remarkable temptress before him.

He slipped on his boots, his mind racing as the guilt rushed right through him. He hated that broke another rule, especially since this particular one was a boundary you set for your own comfort. He was angry at himself that he disrespected that and was annoyed for crossing the line in the first place.

What the fuck is wrong with me?, he thought to himself.

“I told you I don’t get paid for doing nothing. I don't accept money like that, not even from spoiled rich boys like you,” Ami stated, her words stung but she spoke in such a gentle tone that didn’t offend the sorcerer. She was leaning against the wall as she appeared before him, her body now covered with just a pink robe.

“You got me off but I did nothing to reciprocate. I tell all the other girls to charge double if that happens.”

“How considerate,” she mused before arching her brow in delight at him, “but for the sake of my own conscience I feel like I need to give you something in return…”

Gojo stood up from his seat, smoothing out his clothes before approaching her slowly. Even though he got what he wanted out of this arrangement, he was feeling worse about himself the longer he stayed in this room.

“How about a piece of advice before you leave and we can call it even?” Ami questioned.

“What is it?” the sorcerer wondered, hearing her feet patter against the carpet as she followed his footsteps to her front door.

She paused when she reached for the handle, before tilting her face and directing her full attention towards his covered eyes.

“Tell your friend how you feel or cut off whatever it is you’re doing. If you don’t tell her then you’re fucked, plain and simple.”

“Look, what happened just now doesn’t mean anything…”

She raised her fingers to his lips, stopping him from even attempting to defend what transpired.

“Don’t take this the wrong way but you’re easy to read. I have had clients come here trying to forget their lovers and those who come to see me because they can’t resist their own primative urges. I see the ones who are lonely, who only visit me for companionship and nothing more. Then there are the ones who are like you, who will bury themselves in any cunt they see just to pretend that they aren’t in love with somebody else…”

Gojo clenched his jaw, squeezing his hands together as the heat rose up to his face.

“You don't know what you're talking about. Besides, wanting to fuck somebody and being in love are two very different things.”

“True, except those two things are tangled up in one person when it comes to you…”

Gojo pressed his lips into a thin line, unsure as to why her accusation made him so irritated.

“Awww, don’t get angry, pretty boy. It’s unbecoming for somebody as handsome as you are…” Ami whispered, before kissing him on the cheek as she said her goodbye. “It’s okay, I promise that your secret is safe with me…”

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CHAPTER 14: JEALOUSY

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fortruthseekers · 3 years ago

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REFRESHER ON MY INSIDER SOURCES: BTW, this is Purv aka @p-redux. This is my original Tumblr blog I’ve revived to archive past source info.

In 2014, I first posted my insider source info. I didn’t have a Tumblr blog, so I posted everything on my old Twitter account, all the details the sources gave me then. The fandom, especially shippers, went into an uproar because my source info sunk the ship. The SamCait ship had barely started sailing and I sunk it before it had made it out into open sea. Shippers have never forgiven me for that. Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.

Throughout the years, I’ve reiterated my source info, but summarized it because most people had already heard it, and I didn’t see a need to keep rehashing it. The more time past, the more it became clear Sam and Cait weren’t a couple, and that the info I had shared with the fandom AHEAD of time was true. Cait was seen with Tony a lot. And Sam was seen with different girlfriends or dates. But since I’m turning this account @fortruthseekers into an archive account, I’m going to post the original source DETAILS again, for newbies. This post is going to be LONG, very long, because I go into detail. Read it if you need a refresher on what I said previously about sources, or if you’ve never read the source details before. Click on Keep Reading to find the rest.

Okay, so about sources. REAL sources. I live in Los Angeles and used to be in the industry many years ago. As a result, I still know people in the industry. And just by living in L.A., you meet people who know celebs. In 2014, I got who I call “my original industry source” through a friend who knew I was watching Outlander. And she thought it would be cool for me to talk to this industry person who had Outlander connections. My friend put me in touch with her so we could talk about our common interest. Initially, me talking to the source was just to schmooze about insider info, I wasn’t planning to make it public or create a celebrity insider info account. But I was surprised about how much she knew. At the time many people, including myself, thought Sam and Cait were most likely a couple, when the source told me she knew for sure they weren’t, I was floored. Then after she told me all the details of her interactions with Sam, Cait, and some of the Outlander cast, and the fact that she was friends with one of Cait’s besties, I knew I’d hit a huge source of info.

At first, the source didn’t want me to make the info public, she didn’t want to get in trouble, but she thought it was important that people knew the truth about whether or not Sam and Cait were a couple. She figured if they knew, then people wouldn’t get their hopes up and be disappointed when Sam and Cait became more famous, and would inevitably be seen with other people. As I said, that original industry source is good friends with one of Cait’s female best friends. And because she’s in the industry, she also had a connection to Sam through his talent agency. So, she had insider info on BOTH Cait and Sam. Jackpot.

Because I knew her full identity and knew I was talking to the real person on her real and blue check verified Twitter account, and my friend had introduced me to her, I could trust that her info was legit. She is also Instagram blue check verified and has made a name for herself in the industry. People would be shocked if they knew who she was. SHE is the one who told me 100% Sam and Cait were not dating and that 100% Sam is not gay. At first, she didn’t want me to post things publicly, but I begged and she finally relented, as long I would swear I would keep her identity private and would leave out some identifying details.

So, in 2014, I went public with all the details she told me. And through the years, EVERYTHING she told me turned out to be true. I didn’t have a Tumblr blog at the time, so all my source info was posted on my old Twitter account. I posted every detail of what she told me and I also posted some of her DMs with permission, and name blacked out. Unfortunately, all that is gone because I deleted my old Twitter account a long time ago.

The main points were: Sam and Cait weren’t a couple and never have been. When I said to her that I knew actors were different than regular people, but that when I saw Sam and Cait talking about watching the wedding scene together, while drinking a bottle of wine, that there was no way they didn’t hook up at some point. She said she’s been around a lot of actors and said Sam and Cait are both natural flirts and very touchy-feely people, and she didn’t see anything out of of the ordinary in their interactions–she reminded me their behavior is the norm when promoting a show.

She also said Sam isn’t gay per people she’s talked to who know him. She knew the director of Batman Live, the live show Sam starred in years ago. The director was a gay man, and when she asked him if Sam was gay, since he seemed too good to be true and was so good-looking, he said no. And he said he and other crew who were hoping Sam was gay were disappointed that he was straight. The director told her that the reason Sam didn’t seem to have much of a dating history, was because he had always been focused on his career and on working out. And that because he was traveling with the show, there wasn’t time for a committed relationship. Later, we found out that Sam had indeed been dating a woman named Katie Rebekah, but they broke up because she moved from London to Australia, and Sam started to tour with Batman Live. That’s the info I got in 2014. If Sam was gay, the gay director would have told my source and squeed about it.

This source used to work between New York and Los Angeles. She was in New York for one of her TV shows during the July 2014 premiere of Outlander and hung out with Cait and Cait’s bestie, as well as some of the other OL cast and crew. She also had some business meetings with Sam in NY. She confirmed Sam brought Amy Shiels as his “plus one” to the premiere and even skipped out on an unplanned event the cast was invited to because he “had a date.” When they saw him the next day and asked him how his date went, source said Sam replied “It was great!” Even though this source got info from Cait’s bestie…the bestie kept quiet about Cait and Tony, and simply said that Cait and Sam weren’t a couple….I found out about Tony from someone else...more on that later.

This source did share some info about what Cait thought about Sam. She said that Cait cared about Sam as a costar and friend, and they got along very well. But Cait said Sam was not her type, that Cait didn’t date actors, and that Cait referred to Sam as “a bro,” and that Cait was not into guys who spent so much time in the gym. She said Cait genuinely liked Sam as a person, but there was not more to it. And that Sam was just a big flirt, and that they were both trying to promote Outlander as much as possible because they knew it was their big break.

This is also the source who told me that Cait’s friend, the one the source is friends with, didn’t particularly care for Sam. To be very clear: I don’t feel this way about Sam, Cait doesn’t feel this way about Sam, and my source doesn’t feel this way about Sam. In fact, my source said Sam “was lovely” to her and “a sweetheart.” But one of Cait’s besties, just ONE FRIEND–not plural, the friend said that she thought Sam “could be self-absorbed,” and “douchy.” ONE of Cait’s friends said this. No one else said this. And that was way back in 2014. I’m sure Sam has matured since then, as people tend to do as they get older. BTW Cait has a lot of close friends, some of which aren’t well known to fans. Reiterating: Cait doesn’t feel that way about Sam, the source didn’t feel this way about Sam, and I, Purv, don’t feel this way about Sam, nor have I said anything like that about Sam.

Back to Sam being a natural flirt, remember, even Cait said “he could flirt with a lamppost.” Well, my source said that the times she saw Sam at business meetings, he was always very nice to her and would greet her with a big bear hug, tight enough that she could feel how hard his chest was. He would look down at her, right into her yes, hold her gaze, and smile big at her. And this was a woman he was not interested in romantically. He was just being friendly and sweet. Imagine how high the charm wattage is turned up for a woman he IS interested in. No wonder that Samshine has been hard to resist. This is also the source who said that Sam would always say goodbye to her by saying his now ubiquitous “Let’s get together for a wee dram when you’re in Scotland.” Of course, that “wee dram” never happened. I think that’s just Sam’s people pleasing qualities coming out, never wants to disappoint anyone. The source also said whenever he would text or e-mail her for business related stuff, he was always super enthusiastic and used a lot of exclamation points !!!!!!

Anyway, my original industry source “broke up” with me years ago because she didn’t want to chance anyone finding out who she was, as Outlander got bigger, and as she got bigger in the industry. I still sometimes look at her Twitter and IG all nostalgic, remembering when it all started...ah, memories...

My second major source was my Tony family source. My Tony source is someone from Glasgow who was friends with someone I’d known for awhile. My friend put me in contact with her. The Tony source approached me to tell me that she was shocked to find out a relative of hers (later found out it was her brother) had revealed “the lead actress from that new show Outlander is dating Tony McGill.” She was shocked because she and her family have known Tony and his family for years, all of them growing up in and around Glasgow. Her brother went to school with Tony and his brother, Joe. She then told me the whole backstory of Cait and Tony. She wanted me to keep the info to myself and she had no motivation or intention of making it public. But she finally agreed, after I gave my word that I would protect her identity and I have.

What she shared with me in late 2014 is that her brother found out their friend, Tony was dating Caitriona Balfe. At the time she said they’d been dating for about 9-10 months, that’s why I always put the start of their relationship around March 2014. She was told that by December 2014, the relationship was “dead serious” between them and that Cait had spent Christmas 2014 in London with Tony and his dad. And then Tony had flown to Ireland with Cait to spend New Year’s Eve and New Year’s with her family and friends (we’ve all seen the pic and video on Donal Brophy’s IG). My source said that Cait and Tony had been friends for 9 years or so at the time (again, this was told to me in 2014) and had met years ago when Tony rented out a room to one of Cait’s friends. They hooked up briefly back then and then remained friends, until it turned romantic again around March 2014. The source said that she and her family knew Tony and his family from back in the day, and she told me what school Tony went to in Glasgow (something I haven’t and won’t make public). She said that Tony had moved from Glasgow years ago and had been living in London for awhile (again, this was told to me in 2014). Also, that he and his brother owned a bar/live music place in London, The Library in Islington (they later opened a second one, The Reading Room, which Cait posted from on IG) and a music production company. And that prior to that, Tony was the band manager for some Scottish bands, most notable, The Fratellis. She described Tony as “fun, clever and hysterically funny.”

The Tony source came into the picture after I had my Twitter account up, where I was posting insider info given by my first source. I had already posted that Sam and Cait weren’t dating. This second source is the one that filled in the missing puzzle piece I didn’t know was missing and told me she knew WHO Cait was dating. I would have NEVER known the name Tony McGill associated with Cait if not for this source. He was on no one’s radar. And he wasn’t on social media. This source told me details only an insider would know. And I also had her full identity, so I knew she was legit as well. Then ‘lo and behold Tony started showing up places with Cait. There is NO way I would have known about Tony without this inside family source. No way. Of course after my source told me about him, I did look him up online and there was hardly any information about him. Never in a million years would I have linked Tony McGill with Cait on my own. And I mentioned Tony McGill way before he started showing up places with Cait. How could it be that I said sources told me Tony McGill is dating Cait, and then a man identified as Tony McGill is seen out and about with Cait? The only way I knew about Tony is because the source told me.

Back in the day, when Cait and Tony weren’t yet living together yet, people wondered how they made their relationship work given the sometimes long distances? Well, when they first started dating around March 2014, Cait was filming Outlander Season 1, so Tony would go to Glasgow or Cait would go to London on weekends. Then when Season 1 wrapped and Cait went back to L.A. (where she had been living) in late Sept. 2014, Tony went to L.A. to visit her in October 2014 (both their birthdays are in October, Cait Oct. 4 and Tony Oct. 12, not Oct. 14 like some have said. Libra/Libra bond!). The Fratellis were also in L.A. Oct. 2014 and Tony helped them out with some business stuff, even though he was no longer managing them then. Then, as I’ve already stated, Cait and Tony spent time together Dec. 2014 and January 2015 for the holidays. Then Valentine’s Feb. 2015, Cait flew to London for the opening of Tony’s 2nd bar, The Reading Room. She posted a pic on IG. Then in April 2015, Tony flew to NY to join Cait for the premiere of the second half of Season 1. Eyewitness sources saw him sitting with Cait’s friends at the screening and then with Cait and her friends inside the after party. There was one PUBLIC pic on Twitter of Cait, Tony and Sam. And I and others have been shown private pics of Tony there. Many of us have seen them but we couldn’t make them public because they show the location where they were taken, thus identifying the source who took them, and she would get in trouble with her boss. After that, in May 2015, Cait went back to Glasgow to begin shooting OL Season 2, and this time, she brought her cat, Eddie with her. Per more than one source, Tony pretty much lived in Glasgow after that with Cait. One person who went to Tony’s bars in Glasgow and then reached out to me, said that she had asked about Tony and was told “he doesn’t come around much anymore because he moved back to Scotland.” They then moved into their new place in Glasgow, move out of that one and into a new one in Glasgow, and also have a place in London, and are now married and had their first son. THAT’s how Tony and Cait made it work.

My Tony source also parted ways with me, also due to fear of being found out. She didn’t formally break up with me, the way the original industry source did, she simply ghosted me. But I also see her pop up on Twitter or IG sometimes and get all wistful. Oh well...

After I posted the insider info from BOTH these sources, then people started to contact me with source info. They knew I was Anon and would keep them Anon--win/win. People who went to Hollywood parties, or premieres, or meet and greets, people who saw celebs at the market, or baseball games, or the beach, or at the gym, or walking down the street, or just happened to be at the right place at the right time, started sending me info. From all over the world, wherever Sam and Cait were. And if I could confirm it to be true, I would post it. If I couldn’t completely guarantee it, then I’d say it was speculation. And that’s what I still do. Granted, back in the day, I was somewhat naive, and did get burned and betrayed a few times. I admitted when that happened. I’m much more careful now. But for the most part, the MAJORITY of the info I’ve posted has been ACCURATE. People who have been here for years can corroborate that. I don’t post everything that is shared with me though. And because my sources are actual real humans, they can’t know everything or be everywhere…I don’t always get minute by minute info, that doesn’t mean I don’t have real sources.

As for me also being the first to let the fandom know that Sam was dating Abbie Salt in 2015...I had a couple of Abbie sources. One of them turned out to be super sketchy and once I figured that out, we parted ways. My Abbie sources approached me after I had already established my account as an insider info sharing account. The motivation was to debunk that Cody and Sam were still seeing each other since they no longer were, and Abbie had started seeing Sam.

BTW: as an aside...I was also the one that, through an eyewitness source, told the fandom that Sam and Cody Kennedy had gone to the Matthew Morrison Halloween party in October 2014, and the source had seen them kissing while waiting for the valet to bring their car around. You don’t know the LENGTHS that Extreme Shippers went to to disprove my source. They even Google Earthed the driveway from the street to the valet and measured it trying to prove that my source could not have seen where Sam and Cody were waiting for their car. Hahahah omg. Except, my source wasn’t on the street, she was right next to them. After all the bullshit from ES, it’s a wonder I’m still here, but here I am...the strongest bitch you’ll ever meet. But I digress...

Anyhoo, back to Sam and Abbie. I had no idea Abbie Salt existed or that she had dated Sam before and was friends with him…until my Abbie source contacted me to tell me that Sam was no longer dating Cody Kennedy and had resumed dating Abbie Salt. Abbie met Sam years ago when her sister, actress, Charlotte Salt starred with Sam in “A Princess For Christmas,” they dated briefly then, and then rekindled their romance in early 2015. Cody Kennedy’s mom later confirmed this by posting publicly in response to a fan Sam and Cody had broken up because “Sam went back to his old girlfriend in London.” Abbie lives in London. Again…I was surprised because I had no idea…but all the info checked out and then whadda you know, Abbie started showing up in Glasgow…in Sam’s flat (IG pics since deleted)…in L.A. in February 2015 at the London hotel, West Hollywood seen and photographed by an eyewitness for Oscars Week parties (the pic is of Sam and the fan, taken by Abbie, fan said Abbie was super sweet)... n NY when he was there for the OL premiere April 2015 (she posted on her IG, since deleted the pics), in Miami when he was there (eyewitness and Miami source proof that they were in Miami together, and NO that was not me, it was a source) and in Barbados together (Barbados source confirmation, and NO that was not me, it was a source, and pics from Abbie and Sam Tweeted he had been in Barbados). After that, Abbie was in Glasgow and Sam in London, where Abbie lives, on several occasions…not to mention she was photographed as his date in Monte Carlo for the TV Film Festival. It couldn’t be a coincidence that the Abbie Salt sources told me about AHEAD of time, then started to spend all that time with Sam. I didn’t even know Abbie existed, how would I have ever known anything about her without sources?

I also told the fandom about Mackenzie Mauzy and Sam dating via a source who saw them in person, holding hands and leaving together at a Guns N Roses concert in Los Angeles April 1, 2016. A friend of someone I know in L.A. was there and recognized Sam. He told my friend that he’d seen “that Outlander dude, Sam Heughan holding hands with a blonde, leaving the Guns N Roses concert.” At first, I thought it may have been Cody Kennedy, but afterwards, sources came forth to confirm it was Mackenzie Mauzy. Later on, I was contacted by a different Mackenzie source and given more info, which I posted. That Mackenzie source ghosted me too because Mackenzie was probably asking questions as to who was doling out info. Also, by sheer providence, a fan was in the stands at the Dodgers baseball game in June 2016 and sent me a video of Sam and Mackenzie at the game together. Another source sent me the video of Sam and Mackenzie leaving their hotel together at San Diego Comic Con. I’ll repost all that in the archives. And someone I’ve known for years on Tumblr and trust completely came forward to share that she found out Sam and Mackenzie had broken up from one of Mackenzie’s relatives who live near her. Again, that was also by chance. Life can indeed be stranger than fiction. The relative told her Mackenzie wanted to get married and have kids and Sam wasn’t ready for that yet, so they broke up. That source came forth and identified herself on Tumblr, so that also proves my source info was legit.

In summary: I was the FIRST to let the fandom know Cait and Sam weren’t dating, Cait was dating Tony, and Sam was dating Abbie, and Sam was dating Mackenzie BEFORE anyone else knew. You can’t do ALL of that simply by scouring social media posts as haters would have you think. It’s just not possible. And reasonable people understand that.

Before Covid-19 hit, people who were attending industry events would contact me and say “Hey Purv, I’m going to the PCA, or the TCA, or the GoldenGlobes, or the Outlander Season premiere and after party, I’ll give you the scoop!” I’d say “Cool, thanks! Send pics or video and let me know what and who you see.” That’s it. No social media searches or data mining needed. There is no conspiracy involved. No one is “feeding” me info from Sam or Cait’s camps or non-shipper or shipper sides to propagate a certain “narrative.” It’s just different people, who are at the right place at the right time, or are privy to certain insider info, sharing it with me because they know I post info for fans who are into that. As I’ve said ad infinitum, I am quite simply THE MESSENGER.

Any questions, send me an Ask or a Direct Message on my MAIN account @p-redux Thanks!

#purvarchives #source #sources #realsources #samheughan #caitrionabalfe #p-redux #fortruthseekers #amyshiels #codykennedy #abbiesalt #mackenziemauzy #tonymcgill

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Jessica and Ashley's Haunted Honeymoon

Pitch Perfect Horror Week 2021 - Day Three #HW2103

Author's Note: After the last two chapters, I decided to go with more fun and fluff than actual frights and tears. I hope you like what I did. Thank you for reading.

Beca and Chloe were at a Bellas mini-reunion celebrating Jessica and Ashley's upcoming marriage. This of course brought up the same question that was asked every time the Bellas got together. Beca was talking with Flo and Jessica when it happened.

"When are you and Chloe going to put a ring on it?" Flo asked Beca.

Beca was surprised because it was usually Stacie or Fat Amy who brought up the question first.

"Um, I, uh, I'm not-," Beca stuttered. "I'm not sure."

"Don't let them push you into something you're not ready for, Beca," Jessica said.

Beca gave her a small smile and nodded, saying a quiet, "Thanks."

"What are you girls talking about?" Chloe asked as she wrapped her arm around Beca from behind and placed her chin on Beca's shoulder.

"Nothing," Beca said quickly. "I need another drink. Does anyone else need or want one?"

Flo and Jessica shook their heads.

"I'll go with you," Chloe said.

Beca sighed as she turned to go to the kitchen for a drink; Chloe took her hand as they walked.

"Are you okay?" Chloe asked Beca.

"What?" Beca scoffed. "I'm fine."

"Hmm," Chloe hummed.

"Really, Chlo, I'm fine."

"Did someone ask you when we were going to get engaged?"

Beca stopped in mid-step, forcing Chloe to stop as well.

"Yeah," Beca said quietly. She looked into Chloe's eyes. "You know I love you and I'm all in, right?"

"I know," Chloe said just as quietly. "You know I love you and I'm all in, too, right?"

"Yeah," Beca said. "I know."

~~Pitch Perfect Horror Week 2021 - Day Three ~~

Later that night, the four Bellas couples were sitting around talking. Jessica and Ashley had just told them about the mini-honeymoon their parents had given them as a wedding gift. They ended with asking their fellow Bellas to join them.

"So, let me get this straight," Stacie said, looking at Jessica and Ashley. "You want the six of us to join you on your honeymoon?"

"Yeah," Ashley said. "Our folks rented us a yacht to sail down the East Coast. It comes with a chef, a small crew, and four full bedrooms."

"It's only for four days," Jessica added. "We hope you can all make it."

"Denise?" CR questioned, looking at her wife.

"Only four days?" Denise said, smiling and nodding her head. "Yeah, let's do it."

"We're in," CR said, smiling at Jessica and Ashley.

"Beca, what do you think?" Chloe whispered to Beca.

Beca smiled and nodded. "I think we should go. It sounds fun and a little romantic, don't you think?"

"Yes!" Chloe exclaimed. "Beca and I are in. Brey? How about you and Stacie?"

"I don't know," Aubrey said. "We have to find someone to take care of Bella."

"I'm sure my mom will take her," Stacie said. "And it would be nice to get away, just the two of us. We haven't had a vacation with just the two of us since our honeymoon."

"Okay, then," Aubrey said. "It looks like we're in, too!"

"Yay!" Jessica cheered. "We'll send you all an email with the details.

~~Pitch Perfect Horror Week 2021 - Day Three ~~

Jessica and Ashley's wedding went off without a hitch. The four couples left their hotel the next morning and made their way to the yacht they would be sailing on for the next four days.

"Wow!" Stacie said, whistling. "This is some boat."

"Good morning, ladies," a man in white pants and a green collared shirt greeted the group. "I am Samuel and I will be captaining the ship for you. Follow me and I'll show you to your assigned cabins."

The girls picked up their suitcases and followed Samuel. Each was given a cabin. The girls made plans to put on their bathing suits and meet back up on deck after they finished unpacking.

"Swanky," Beca said when she and Chloe entered their cabin. "Look, we even have our own bathroom."

"Actually, you'll be sharing with us," Stacie said as she came through the bathroom to Beca and Chloe's cabin.

"Remind me to always lock both bathroom doors when I go in there," Beca whispered to Chloe.

"I'll do you one better," Chloe said and looked at Stacie. "Stacie, promise me you won't harass my girlfriend when she's using the bathroom."

"I never make a promise I know I can't keep," Stacie responded with a salacious wink at Beca.

"Oh, God," Beca said, blushing as Chloe giggled next to her.

"Don't worry, babe," Chloe whispered in Beca's ear. "I'll remind you to lock both doors whenever you go in there."

"Thanks," Beca said, shivering at Chloe's breath tickling her ear.

~~Pitch Perfect Horror Week 2021 - Day Three ~~

Once all the girls had changed and were on the deck, Samuel introduced them to the two crew members, one of whom was also the chef.

Lunch was served buffet style and the girls were enjoying everything.

"Try this, Jess," Ashley said, holding out a fork with a bite of shrimp scampi on it. "The bread crumb topping makes the dish."

"Mmmm," Jessica hummed with satisfaction as she took the offered bite. "That is so good."

"Told you," Ashley said, leaning in to kiss Jessica.

"Mmm," Jessica said, licking her lips. "That taste was even better."

"I'll give you the full buffet later," Ashley whispered with a giggle.

"You two are so stinking cute," CR said, holding Denise from behind. "Have we fully thanked you for inviting us to be a part of your amazing honeymoon trip?"

"I second that," Chloe said.

Chloe was sitting behind Beca with her chin on Beca's shoulder, holding her drink up in the air toward Jessica and Ashley.

"Hear, hear!" Aubrey and the others said, holding their drinks up as well.

"We're glad to have you all here," Ashley said. "This trip just wouldn't be the same without the Bellas being included."

"I wish we had thought of inviting some of you on our honeymoon," Stacie said, as she situated herself behind Aubrey. "It was great with just the two of us, but there were a few instances where it would have been more fun with a group."

"Aca-scuse me?" Aubrey said. "I thought our honeymoon was aca-mazing with just the two of us."

"I love you, babe," Stacie said, sitting up to pull Aubrey to her. "But, you have to admit there were a couple of times that you said you wished we had some friends with us."

"I'm with Stacie," Denise said, causing CR to look at her with a raised brow.

"Did you find me lacking on our honeymoon?" CR asked.

"No, no, no," Denise said, waving her hands at CR. "You were amazing on our honeymoon. You definitely were not lacking in any way. I just meant I can see what Stacie was saying. Do you remember that tour we took of the winery and none of the other members of the group spoke to us? We couldn't decide if it was because you're black or that we were a same-sex couple on our honeymoon. Either way, it would have been nice to have someone we knew there so we could have enjoyed it more. Don't you agree?"

"Okay," CR said. "I'll give you that one."

~~Pitch Perfect Horror Week 2021 - Day Three ~~

A few hours later, the girls decided to call it a night and went to their cabins.

"It's freezing in here," Ashley said, shivering as she and Jessica got ready for bed.

"Leave the pajamas," Jessica purred in Ashley's ear. "And come warm me up."

"Yes, ma'am," Ashley said, taking Jessica in her arms.

Ashley kissed Jessica and things got heated, quickly.

"Dayum," Jessica murmured against Ashley's lips. "You sure are good at that. I'm getting warmer already.

"Stick with me," Ashley said. "And you'll think you've stepped into an inferno."

Jessica laughed as Ashley threw her down on the bed and climbed on top of her.

They had been out to see for three days. Beca and Chloe were relaxing in their cabin when Beca got up and went into the shared bathroom, after a moment she came stomping back out.

"Oh, my God!" Beca screamed.

"What happened?" Chloe asked, jumping up from the bed and rushing over to Beca.

"They were -," Beca stuttered. "Naked. Hands. Stuff. Aubrey. I can't unsee it!"

"We're sorry, Beca," Stacie said as she and Aubrey came through the door Beca had just entered from.

Beca turned and glared at the couple.

"Someone want to tell me what's going on?" Chloe said, looking from Beca to Stacie and Aubrey.

"It's not a big deal," Stacie said.

"Not a big deal?!" Beca screeched. "Maybe not to you, but it is to me. I'll never be able to unsee it."

"Stacie and I were, um, you know," Aubrey stammered. "And Beca walked in and saw us."

"They were having sex, Chloe," Beca said, glaring at Stacie and Aubrey. "In the shared bathroom."

Chloe bit her lip but couldn't keep the laugh from spewing out. Beca blushed and turned her glare to Chloe.

"It's not funny, Chlo," Beca said.

"It's a little bit funny," Stacie said, laughing as Aubrey slapped on the stomach.

"Not even a little bit," Beca said. "I swear I could have gone my whole life without knowing what Aubrey's O face looks like. I will be haunted by that image for the rest of my life. That's what this is. It's turned into a haunted honeymoon."

Chloe and Stacie laughed harder; Aubrey blushed but joined in the laughter. Beca huffed and started for the door.

"Where are you going?" Chloe asked, still laughing.

"I'm going to sleep on the deck," Beca said. "That's if I can get Aubrey's face out of my head."

Chloe couldn't control herself and started laughing harder; Stacie and Aubrey joined her.

Beca opened the door and looked over at Stacie and Aubrey. "Lock both fucking doors next time!"

Beca then left the room, slamming the door behind her. Laughter followed her up to the deck.

~~Pitch Perfect Horror Week 2021 - Day Three ~~

"Fucking Stacie and Aubrey," Beca mumbled as she got comfortable on the bench seat on the upper deck.

Beca started chuckling to herself as she realized what she had just said.

"Stacie and Aubrey fucking," Beca mumbled laughing harder at herself. "Fucking Stacie and Aubrey."

Beca finally calmed down and looked up at the moon.

"I should get Chloe and bring her up here," Beca thought. "This is kind of romantic. It's a nice night, maybe we can sleep up here."

"Is everything alright, miss?" Samuel asked, causing Beca to jump.

"Yeah, everything's fine," Beca said. "Are there any rules against us sleeping up here?"

"No, miss," Samuel said. "It's a beautiful night and you should be quite comfortable. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"No, thank you," Beca said.

"I'll bid you a goodnight then," Samuel said and left Beca.

Beca watched Samuel leave and decided that getting Chloe was a good idea. She stood and started to make her way to the steps leading to the lower deck.

"Becs?" Chloe's voice called out from the deck below.

"Up here," Beca said, looking over the edge to see Chloe standing below her. "I was just coming to get you."

Chloe smiled and climbed up to where Beca was. She pulled Beca to her and kissed her.

"I'm sorry," Chloe murmured against Beca's lips. "I shouldn't have laughed at you."

"It's okay," Beca said, kissing Chloe. "Once I got up here I started laughing at the ridiculousness of it all."

"So, why were you coming to get me?" Chloe asked, tightening her arms around Beca's shoulders.

"Other than the fact that I love you and wanted to be with you?"

"Yeah," Chloe said, smiling brightly. "Other than that."

"It's kind of romantic out tonight," Beca said, staring into Chloe's eyes. "I thought maybe we could sleep up here."

"Mmmm," Chloe purred. "I like the way you think. Let's get some pillows and a blanket."

Chloe turned to go back to their room. Beca grabbed her arm to stop her.

"Um," Beca said. "Where are Stacie and Aubrey?"

Chloe giggled. "They went back to their room."

"Are you sure?" Beca asked.

"Positive," Chloe said.

Beca followed Chloe below and they grabbed pillows and a light blanket. They returned to the upper deck and made up their 'bed.' Beca laid down and held out her arm to Chloe. Chloe snuggled into Beca's side and threw her arm across Beca's waist.

"Look at that moon," Chloe said. "It's beautiful."

"Yes, it is," Beca said, looking down at Chloe. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Chloe said, leaning up to join their lips. "Sweet dreams, babe."

"Sweet dreams," Beca said, trying to stifle a yawn.

It wasn't long before the couple had fallen asleep.

~~Pitch Perfect Horror Week 2021 - Day Three ~~

"What the hell, Beca?" Stacie yelled as she opened the door to Beca and Chloe's room. "You forgot to unlock-. They're not here."

"What?" Aubrey asked, looking over Stacie's shoulder. "Where could they be?"

"What's going on?" CR asked and she and Denise came out of their room.

"What's with all the shouting?" Jessica asked as she and Ashley exited their room.

"Beca and Chloe are missing," Aubrey said.

"What?!" Four Bella voices screeched.

"They're missing," Stacie said. "They were here last night when we went to bed."

"Well, Chloe was," Aubrey said. "Beca stormed out and-. Wait, Beca said she was going to sit on the upper deck. Maybe Chloe went looking for her."

"Why did Beca storm out?" CR asked.

"She was mad at us for laughing at her," Aubrey said, blushing slightly.

"Why were you laughing at her?" Ashley asked.

Stacie gave the girls the Reader's Digest condensed version of what happened the night before. She ended with Beca saying how she would be haunted by what she saw for the rest of her life.

The girls started laughing.

"Hey, Jess, Ashley," Denise said, wiping a tear from her eye. "I didn't know you invited us on a haunted honeymoon."

"The only thing haunted about our honeymoon," Jessica said, laughing. "Is what's inside Beca's head."

"Be nice, you guys," Aubrey said. "She was really upset last night. Don't mention anything and don't tease her, okay?"

"We'll try," CR said. "But, I make no promises."

"Come on," Ashley said. "Let's see what's for breakfast."

The three couples followed Ashley and Jessica to the upper deck.

"Good morning, ladies," Samuel called out from the top deck. "We have breakfast set up here this morning."

"You girls had better hurry up," Chloe said, holding a glass of juice and looking down at them. "Beca is wolfing down the bacon like there's no tomorrow."

The girls hurried up the last set of steps. Beca had just picked up more bacon when she suddenly froze at hearing Stacie's voice.

"Back away from the bacon, Beca," Stacie said as she was making her way over to the table.

Beca dropped the bacon on her plate and looked over her shoulder. She smirked at Stacie and took her plate over to sit next to Chloe. Chloe took a piece of bacon off Beca's plate and bit into it.

"Mmmm," Chloe hummed in content.

"Good, right?" Beca said, smirking when she saw Stacie glaring at her.

"Here's more bacon for you ladies," the cook said as he set a plate overflowing with more bacon on the table.

"Did you guys sleep up here?" Denise asked, pointing out the blanket and pillows Beca and Chloe had used.

"Yeah, we did," Chloe said, kissing Beca's cheek. "It was quite romantic."

"Isn't that what honeymoons are supposed to be?" Ashley asked. "Romantic?"

"Yeah," Jessica said.

"I'm guessing if you were able to be romantic and sleep up here," Stacie said, chuckling. "You are no longer haunted by what you saw Aubrey and I doing last night?"

Beca glared at Stacie as the others started laughing.

"Did you tell everybody what happened last night?" Beca asked.

"Yep," Stacie said.

"Leave her alone, Stacie," Aubrey said. "Just because we were enjoying the moment, doesn't mean Beca enjoyed watching it happen."

Beca grimaced and dropped the bacon she was eating back onto her plate. "I've suddenly lost my appetite."

~~Pitch Perfect Horror Week 2021 - Day Three ~~

The girls teased Beca throughout the day and kept referring to the trip as "Jessica and Ashley's Haunted Honeymoon."

Since it was their last night on board, the cook made a special seafood dinner and had a beautiful table set up on the main deck. They ate by candlelight and made toast after toast to Jessica and Ashley.

Jessica stood and raised her glass. Ashley smiled at her and raised her glass as well.

"First," Jessica said. "Ash and I want to thank you all for joining us on our honeymoon trip."

"You mean, haunted honeymoon trip," CR said, snickering.

"Wow," Beca muttered so only Chloe could hear. "Comments like that make me wonder if I even want a honeymoon."

"If you marry me," Chloe whispered back. "There damn well better be a honeymoon."

"Is that a proposal, Beale?" Beca teased.

"What if it were?" Chloe smirked, expecting to see Beca squirm.

"Hmmm," Beca hummed. "Then I guess I'd have to say yes."

"Wait. What?" Chloe said, leaning back to look at Beca. "Are you serious?"

"I am if you are," Beca said. "What do you say, Chloe? Wanna marry me?"

The others sat and looked at Beca and Chloe, waiting to see what Chloe would say.

"You'd better not be toying with me, Mitchell," Chloe said.

Beca pushed her chair back and knelt down on one knee next to Chloe's chair.

"Oh, my God," Stacie whispered.

"I'm not toying with you, Beale," Beca said, holding up a ring up to Chloe. "I love you, Chloe. Will you marry me?"

Chloe looked at Beca with tears in her eyes. She took Beca's face in her hands and leaned down to kiss her.

"Yes," Chloe whispered against Beca's lips before pushing back into the kiss.

Beca pulled out of the kiss and took Chloe's left hand, placing the ring on her finger. She then stood, bringing Chloe up with her.

"I love you," Beca said before smashing her lips onto Chloe's.

"Congratulations, you two," Aubrey said, hugging the newly engaged couple.

The others joined in with their congratulations.

"Hey!" Jessica called out to get everyone's attention. "I didn't get to finish my toast."

Everyone took their seats and raised their glasses.

"Second," Jessica said. "I want to give a special thanks to Beca for giving us this wonderful honeymoon trip."

"What?" Aubrey and Stacie said together.

"Beca?" Chloe asked, looking at Beca.

Beca just smiled and gave a small salute to Jessica and Ashley with her glass.

"Beca gave you this trip?" Chloe asked, looking at Jessica. "But, I thought your parents gave it to you."

"That's just what we told all of you," Ashley said. "Beca came to us at the reunion and told us that she wanted to propose to Chloe. She had everything planned out and just needed us to get the rest of you on board. We didn't really have a lot of money for both the wedding and the honeymoon, so it worked out perfectly."

"Thank you, Jessica," Beca said. "And Ashley. This was one of the best days of my life."

"You did all this just to propose to me?" Chloe asked with tears in her eyes.

"I wanted it to be special," Beca said, wiping Chloe's tears with the pad of her thumb. "And I wanted our closest friends in attendance when I asked you."

A collective 'awww' went up from the group.

"You know Amy's going to kill you," Stacie said, looking at Beca. "She's always saying that she's your best friend. She's going to hate that she missed it."

"She knew about it," Beca said. "But, she already had plans to go to Australia after Jessica and Ashley's wedding for her cousin's wedding. Plus, it's all on video, right Samuel."

"Yes, Miss Mitchell," Samuel responded with a smile while holding up a small camera.

#HW2103 #bechloe #pitch perfect horror week #bechloeislegit

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Deep End - Chapter 4: Royal Ball

…in which Ezi causes trouble at the Styles' manor.

Word count: 6.1k

AU: famous!harry, siren!mc, adult modern retelling of the little mermaid? lol, fake dating, enemies to lovers.

WARNING: MATURE THEMES, ASSAULT.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think. I need feedback to feel motivated. Also, what do you expect to happen in the next chapter?

When Harry came to the guest room this morning and couldn’t find Ezi, he had hoped that something had happened overnight, and she’d magically returned to where she’d come from, and he, at last, could have his old life back. But no. He was immensely disappointed to find her sitting cross-legged on the edge of his pool, just staring blankly at the water like she was in a sad music video. What did he expect? It wasn’t like she could grow some wings to fly all the way home.

“Good morning!”

Ezi flinched at the sound of his voice. She pulled her feet out of the water and frantically stood up as Harry approached.

He held out his hand to ask her to stay. “It’s okay. You can use the pool. I rarely go swimming anyway.”

Ezi’s brows furrowed slightly as she tucked a strand behind her ear and stared anxiously at the blue water. “How can you swim in this pond? It smells funny.”

“It’s not a pond. It’s a swimming pool. There’s chemicals in it; that’s why it smells like that.”

Ezi cocked her head, seemingly confused. “Why you gotta make your own pond and put chemicals in it? Why do humans have to make their own versions of everything that’s already available in nature?”

“It’s cleaner and safer to swim in pools,” Harry pointed out.

Ezi couldn’t look more offended by his remark. “The ocean was clean before you trashed it with your chemicals.”

“I didn’t trash the ocean,” Harry corrected, pointing to his chest. “How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not responsible for environmental pollution?”

Ezi folded her arms and glared at him. “Why are you afraid of the ocean?”

“You’re literally a killing machine.”

“You people make machines that shoot fire and blow up each other’s ships, and yet we’re the killing machines.”

“Well, the ocean is scary anyway. It’s deep and dark.”

“It’s literally water,” argued Ezi. “Water is the driving force of all nature, and you’re afraid of it.”

“Forget it.” Harry exhaled as he tossed his hands in the air. “I can never win an argument with you.”

“Good,” Ezi said with a slight shrug.

“Anyway.” Harry rolled his eyes. “Come inside for breakfast. I have something to discuss with you while you eat.”

“Your maid brought you something this morning,” Ezi said when Harry was about to walk away.

Slowly, he turned back to face her with his eyebrows raised. “Who?”

“Your maid,” she said with a straight face. “The girl with green hair. I think she brought you some clothes and put them in the room next to mine.”

“That’s Amy, my assistant!” cried Harry as he gripped his own hair. “You two didn’t have a conversation, right? Please tell me you didn’t call her a maid to her face!”

Ezi looked rather amused when she saw how distressed Harry was. How could she be smiling? He wouldn’t be the only one who’d be in trouble if her identity was revealed. Fuck that. What if the government found out that he was keeping her here and locked him up, too? Was it a crime to keep a mythical creature in your house? Could he be executed for that?

“No,” Ezi calmly said while Harry could feel the blood draining from his face. “She just brought you some clothes and left. Though I could barely see her face, she didn’t seem very friendly.”

Harry pressed a palm to his chest, feeling his heart thundering as he let out a sigh of half-formed relief. Once he’d regained his composure, he told Ezi, “Amy is friendly to everyone. Maybe it’s just you.”

Ezi didn’t look at all bothered by that. She shrugged. “I’m not here to make friends. I don’t care if Amy likes me.”

Harry found it funny that one moment she could look and talk like a human girl with human feelings, and the next she acted as cold as the ocean she’d come from. But she was right. They weren’t friends, and there was no reason for them to be more than just civilised to one another.

“You sure you didn’t talk to Amy?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Good,” Harry nodded. “Come inside. The food’s getting cold.”

It seemed like Ezi got hungry very quickly. She finished the hard scrambled eggs Harry had made for her and even asked him for more. Harry didn’t mind feeding her. It was better to keep her full. After all, she had shown him her predator side, and he’d prefer to never see it again.

“So what’s something you want to tell me?” she asked with her mouth full while stuffing it more with another big bite.

Chilli was sitting at Ezi’s feet, staring up at her as a way of asking for a taste, but Ezi just ignored the cat and continued to enjoy her breakfast.

Harry knitted his hands on the table and straightened his back as he began, “Well, I actually wanted to ask you for a favour.”

Ezi stopped chewing immediately. She swallowed hard, her face contorted. “I’m not doing you a favour.”

“You don’t even know what it is.”

“But I already know that I don’t want to do it.”

“Of course you want to do it.”

“No, I don’t!”

Harry sucked in a breath and held up a finger to stop her from interrupting him again. “I promise you’ll like this. Just hear me out.”

Ezi folded her arms in front of her chest and pouted like an angry little girl as she sank into her chair.

Harry’s lips curled into a smile. “You like those Disney movies, right?”

Ezi nodded, and Harry watched in content as the line between her brows eased.

“Good. So what if I tell you that you can be a Disney princess for one night.”

“What do you mean?” Ezi frowned again as she sat up straight. “Are you messing with me?”

Harry shook his head. “No, I’m being dead serious. I’ll take you to a ball.”

“A ball?”

“Yeah. I’m invited to a royal ball that’s held in a real ballroom, like the one in Beauty and the Beast.”

He would’ve said Cinderella, but she hadn’t watched it yet. It would’ve been a better reference. Still, Ezi’s eyes lit up when she heard about the ball. “Like...in a castle?”

“Y-Yeah.” Harry worked up a bright smile as he nodded fast. “A castle.” To be fair, his mother’s manor was as huge as a castle. It was twice the size of his house, so that’d be more than enough to convince the naive siren.

“Do I get to wear a pretty dress?”

“Yeah. Who do you think the clothes Amy brought here are for?”

The realisation washed over Ezi’s face, and her mouth fell open in shock as she slammed her hands on the table, rattling the silverware and startling Chilli. “You’re not messing with me?”

“No.”

She bit her lip and arched an eyebrow. “What’s the favour then?”

“That’s the favour -- You going to the ball with me,” Harry said. “It’s tomorrow night.”

“What’s in it for you?”

“Nothing, to be honest,” Harry said with a weak shrug. “Maybe getting back in my mother’s good graces. She’s hosting the ball, and so many people are invited.”

“Is she the Queen?”

“No, but she thinks she is.”

“So she’s like my sister Koa.”

Harry chuckled at how serious Ezi looked when she said that. “Well, maybe not as bad as your sister. My mother loves me.”

Ezi pursed her lips as she focused on fidgeting with the fork in her hand. Harry leaned forward on the table. “So?” he asked. “Can you help me?”

Ezi blew out her cheeks as she locked eyes with him again. “Fine,” she said. “Not because I want to help you, though. I just want to go to a ball.”

“Good enough for me.” Harry smiled.

While Ezi continued eating, Harry gave her a few rules that she would have to follow when they arrived at his family’s event. He could not risk having her interact with anyone without his supervision. He’d nearly had a heart attack when he heard that she’d met his assistant when he wasn’t there. He was sure that Amy had only assumed Ezi was another girl Harry regularly hooked up with. Money didn’t really matter to him, so he usually spoiled his friends and the girls he fucked. However, he couldn’t risk having anyone find out that Ezi was actually living here.

When Ezi finished eating, Harry went upstairs to get the bath ready. He’d have to figure out a way to give Ezi a bath without having to touch her. How would she feel about hot water, though? His cat Chilli always left at least one or two scratches on his legs and his shirt whenever he tried to give her a bath. He could imagine Ezi doing the same.

“Hey.”

Harry whipped his head to the bathroom door and found Ezi standing there in his joggers and Mickey Mouse t-shirt that flowed down to her thighs. He must admit that she looked cute when she wasn’t frowning or roasting him. If only she’d lost her voice like Ariel did in the movie.

“Stop staring at me, human!”

Exactly his point.

Sighing, Harry got up from the edge of the bathtub. “We’ll let the water run,” he told her. “In the meantime, I’ll show you your new clothes.”

Ezi said nothing and followed him down the hall to his walk-in closet. It was actually a room with big windows, a shiny tiled floor, and white-cushioned sofas. Harry took a deep breath of the comforting perfumed air only to see Ezi covering her mouth and nose with her palm.

“It smells weird in here,” she complained.

“Just like living with my mum,” Harry whispered to himself. To her, he said, “Speaking of smells.”

Ezi looked horrified as Harry leaned in and started sniffing her.

“Why don’t you smell?” he asked, stepping back.

Her eyes went wide. “Am I supposed to?”

“Well, yeah.” He nodded. “You literally came from the ocean. No offence but...you’re supposed to smell fishy.”

“Do humans say no offence before they offend you?”

“Yeah, pretty much. Or maybe I’m just blunt because I’m British. Anyway,” Harry sucked in a breath, “it’s weird that you don’t smell. You don’t have a smell at all. When you first came on land, I could still smell a bit of the ocean on you, but now you don’t smell, and you haven’t showered.”

Ezi shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s not like I could ask my mother why her curse didn’t give me a smell.”

“True.” Harry sighed. “Anyway. That’s good. Don’t want no fishy-smelling girl walking around my house.”

“I will scoop out your eyeballs right now.”

“Just kidding.” Harry chuckled. “But please don’t do that.”

“I’ll try.” Ezi put her hands on her hips and swept her eyes around the room. “Why do you have so many clothes?”

“They make me look good. I’m a public figure, so I care about my appearance.”

“Maybe you should focus on fixing what’s inside you and not your appearance.”

“I like you better when you don’t talk,” Harry said, then brushed past her to grab the Chanel shopping bag Amy had left on the white marble counter. He pulled out a sparkling silver slip dress and held it up to show Ezi. “This is for you. It comes with a pair of high heels. I’ll definitely have to teach you to walk in them, but baby steps.”

Ezi took the dress with both hands and was being as careful as possible as if she was afraid she might rip it. Although she didn’t let it show, he could make out the excitement in the way her eyes twinkled. He’d made sure to ask for a dress that looked similar to the one Ariel had worn in The Little Mermaid when she’d come from the ocean.

“Before you try this on,” he said when Ezi lifted her bright blue eyes up to him. “Repeat what I told you earlier.”

Ezi clutched the dress to her chest and glanced up at the ceiling. A line appeared between her brows as she recited Harry’s words, “Do not talk to anyone there unless you ask me to. Never leave your side. If I have questions, ask you in private. Um...what else? Oh! Avoid your mother at all costs.”

Harry nodded. “My mother and Dawson.”

“Who’s Dawson?”

“You’ll know.” With a sigh, Harry thrust his hands into his pockets. “Now, I’ll leave you here to change. I could only guess your measurements, so if it doesn’t fit, we can have it fixed as soon as possible.”

“Measurements?” Ezi looked down at her body, confused.

Harry cleared his throat and waved his hand at her. “Just hurry up and change. Let me know when you’re done.”

“Wait!”

“What?”

With a cute little pout, she asked, “Can you put it on me?”

Harry was shocked for a second when he heard that, but then he remembered that Ezi had never worn a dress before, let alone one with so many...strings.

“Here.” He took the dress from her and tried his best to demonstrate. “So this is the front. This is the back. This string goes over your right shoulder–No, wait, your left. Wait, is it? Hold on. Fuck.”

Ezi breathed out a laugh and covered her mouth with her hands, making Harry glare at her. “Fine,” he huffed. “I’ll help you put it on.”

“Good.”

Before Harry could even say a word, Ezi pulled his oversized t-shirt that she was wearing over her head, and Harry let out the most inhuman scream as he looked away and covered his eyes. She was naked underneath his shirt. Completely naked.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted into his palm when he heard the sound of the shirt falling to the floor.

“What is it?” Ezi asked.

“Oh, God.” Harry shrugged her hand away as she tried to take his.

“Why are you being weird?” She giggled as if she wasn’t standing fully naked in front of him. “You’ve seen me without clothes, and I’ve seen you,” she said.

“Fuck. I know that.” He exhaled. “But…” Harry stopped and took a deep breath. With one hand over his eyes, he calmly told her, “You need lingerie.”

“Ooooh. I learned this word today from a movie,” Ezi said with confidence. “Laundry means–”

“No, not laundry.” Harry sighed. “Lingerie.”

“Huh?”

“Okay, you know what? Put the shirt back on. I’ll return with more clothes for you.”

“More clothes?” Ezi cried with frustration as Harry turned his back to her. He heard her put the shirt on, and she tapped him on the shoulder when she was done. “I hate being humans,” she complained, looking cross. “Clothes are so uncomfortable.”

“I know, right?” Harry chuckled and patted her on the head. He liked seeing her face scrunch up whenever he did that, because he knew that she couldn’t harm him. “Be a good siren and stay here. I’ll be right back.”

“And help me put on clothes?”

He sighed and turned away. “I will.”

“And launderey?”

The question stopped Harry at the door. He pinched his eyes shut and pressed a fist to his forehead. “Yes.” He let go of a defeated long breath. “That, too.”

Harry managed to find a brand new pair of underwear in his bedroom drawer. It was an embarrassing story, but he’d bought it as a gift for a girl he used to sleep with, then he found out she’d been lying to him about not having a boyfriend when she’d already been engaged. So now he just happened to have a set of new lingerie lying in his drawer.

“I don’t know if this would fit, but I’ll get you new ones tomorrow.” Harry froze in the doorway when he found his closet empty. “Chili, where’s the crazy girl?” he asked his black cat, who didn’t even bother to reply as she kept licking her little paw. Ugh, lucky for her, she was cute.

“Ezi! Where are you?!” Harry shouted as he padded down the hall.

“I’m here!” Ezi shouted back, her voice echoing from the bathroom.

It was only then that Harry remembered he’d left the water running, but when he got there, he found Ezi sitting in the bubble bath with a bright smile on her face; his joggers and Mickey Mouse t-shirt had been discarded on the floor.

He leaned a shoulder against the doorframe, arms crossed, smiling at her.

“I love this room!” she exclaimed, gathered bubbled in her palms and blew at them.

So, Harry was wrong. She liked warm baths.

“Water was spilling out, so I turned it off and gave myself a bath,” she told him.

“You know how?”

“I saw Ariel take a bath in the movie.”

Her response made him laugh. “Wow, you learn so much from Disney films.”

Ezi folded her arms on the edge of the tub as Harry sat down on it beside her. She glanced up at him, chin on her arm. It would be a lie to say Harry didn’t feel anything watching her covered in soap and naked in his bathtub. The steam made him sweat, dampening his shirt as it stuck to his skin. He wasn’t a sex addict or anything, but he’d been so stressed out lately and hadn’t been able to find a release with his unpaid babysitting job. It wouldn’t be a problem if Ezi’s human form wasn’t so attractive.

“Stop doing that,” Ezi’s voice pulled him back to reality.

He blinked at her. “Doing what?”

“You sometimes stare at me without saying anything.”

He pressed his lips into a smirk. “Aren’t you a clever girl? Just read my mind.”

“Can’t.” She shrugged while unconsciously spreading the bubbles across the edge of the tub. “Even if I could, I wouldn’t want to know what’s going on in that dirty little head of yours?”

The way she’d said it without the intention of making it flirty was so funny to Harry.

“Your head is dirty and little,” he teased.

“No. Yours.”

“Yours.”

“Your head can literally fit between my palms,” said Harry as he cupped the sides of her heads to demonstrate. For the first time, Ezi burst out laughing and tried to shove him off. He didn’t let go of her, and they kept pushing back and forth until Harry lost his balance and fell headfirst into the tub.

The water splashed all over. When Harry realised what had happened, he found himself kneeling in the water between Ezi’s legs. Frantically, he pushed away, but the tub was so slippery that he landed back down on his butt. Laughter crackled out of Ezi as Harry managed to escape from the sticky situation and grabbed a towel to cover himself with. Most of the water had spilt outside the tub, revealing Ezi’s soapy breasts, which gave Harry an instant boner.

He grabbed another towel and held it up and open as he ordered. “Bathtime’s over. Get out.”

“You’re such an idiot,” Ezi said, still laughing as she stood up and let him wrap the towel around her body.

Harry frowned at her playful grin. “You’re the idiot,” he said, but his face was red. “Rinse yourself. I’ll wait.”

Then he waddled out of the bathroom, quietly cursing himself.

To not make the same mistake, Harry taught Ezi how to put on underwear by having her put it on over her clothes first, then letting her do it herself when he wasn’t there. She was a fast learner, so it didn’t take long until she’d learned how to put on clothes and tie her shoes. He could now imagine how hard it must be for single parents to raise a kid all by themselves. He was lucky that he didn’t have to work this week and could stay home to take care of Ezi. But starting from next week, he would have to go back to his busy celebrity life, and Ezi living with him would become a bigger problem than he’d expected. He could only hope that her mother would just take her back before the following Monday. It didn’t seem possible, though. He should never have brought her to London.

Anyway, first things first.

He’d have to get through his mother’s event without anyone suspecting a thing, and then he’d try to figure out what he should do next.

This was why he didn’t want kids. At least Ezi had common sense.

“Hey, there will be so many humans tonight at the ball. What if one of them triggers me? I can’t even threaten them?”

Forget what he’d just said.

“No, you’re not allowed to threaten anyone,” he told her from outside her room and blew out his cheeks as he checked his watch. “Hurry up. Our ride is almost here.”

The door was pulled open. Ezi emerged in her sparkling silver dress with her hair in a messy bun and subtle makeup but enough to accentuate her unique features. Harry didn’t know he was gawking until she gave him a playful smack on the cheek to bring him back to Earth. He blinked and caught her big round eyes. The silvery glitter on her eyelids made the blue in her eyes stand out even more. A sudden chill rushed down his spine as he squared his shoulders and fixed his black tie. “Y-You did your hair and makeup?”

Ezi nodded enthusiastically. “The girl in the magic board taught me!”

“You were watching those makeup tutorials?”

Harry swore he had never seen her so happy. She smiled so big that her eyes crinkled at the corners. “Thank you for that board, by the way.”

“It’s an iPad. But you’re welcome.”

Yes, he’d got her an iPad so she could watch YouTube videos and play dumb games and not be all up in his business. He was a single dad now. First to Chilli. Now to Ezi.

“An iPad,” Ezi mumbled to herself. He thought it was cute how her eyebrows would furrow every time she learned a new word and tried to memorise it.

Realising that he was about to simp, Harry shook off those pleasant thoughts about the fish girl and put on a nonchalant expression as he looked down at her white ballerina flats. He’d got her a nice pair of high heels to wear with this dress, but she’d kept falling and broken a vase in the living room, so he’d given up and got her these flats instead. Well, as long as she was comfortable and still looked cute and appropriate.

“Ready?” he asked her.

She took a deep breath; determination lit up her eyes. “Ready.”

“Hold on.” He held her shoulder, took a nice look at her, then let down two strands from her bun, so they nicely framed her face. “Better.” He smiled and pinched her cheek. “You look like someone I would date.”

As expected, Ezi responded to his compliment with a frown and smacked his hand away. “Touch my face again, and I’ll make sure you won’t be able to touch anything again.” Then she shoved past him and hurried down the stairs.

Ezili felt ashamed.

She had been looking forward to the ball tonight. She’d been so excited that she’d stayed up to watch those...what did Harry call them again? Oh, makeup tutorials. Just to look like those human girls with sparkling eyelids. The mermaids back home would be so impressed, but her mother certainly wouldn’t. She didn’t even want to imagine her mother’s reaction to her look tonight.

Harry had pointed out that human Ezili didn’t have a smell. In an animal kingdom, the signature smell set those animals apart from the other kinds and acted as proof that they were a part of a community, that they belonged. Human Ezili not having a smell was a reminder from her mother that she was not a siren right now, but she was not human either, and so she should finish her mission as soon as possible to return to the sea and be with her kind.

Ezili could not be distracted from her mission anymore. Harry had invited her to the ball, which meant there was no competition for her at this point. She was already making progress being the only female in his radar. Tonight, she hoped the romantic atmosphere of the ball would make him fall in love with her.

With her arm around his, they ascended the red-carpeted stairs of the castle leading to the ballroom. Ezili was amazed by the guests in fancy attires and expensive decorations sparkling silver and gold. The ballroom was impressive, with crystal chandeliers spiralling down from the arching sky-blue ceiling, illuminating the glimmering walls and a floor so polished it looked like a frozen winter lake.

Harry said their names to a servant at the door, and he bowed to Harry and Ezili as if they were royalty. Ezili didn’t show it, but she enjoyed being treated like the princess she knew she was.

“Finally, someone showing respect to me,” she mumbled as they followed the other guests inside.

Harry laughed at her remark. “I respect you.”

“You don’t even respect yourself,” she said, glaring at him.

“Can you just not insult me tonight? You’re pretending to be my date.”

“What’s a date?”

“Like...lovers,” Harry said, flicking his eyes around like the prey trying to spot a predator.

She thought she should calm him down, so she squeezed his forearm and said, “Do you wanna dance?”

Harry shook his head. “No, not the time.”

Confused, Ezili’s eyes followed Harry’s worried gaze to the lady in a seaweed coloured dress that fanned out at her feet. She was beautiful, with features resembling Harry's. That must be Harry’s mother -- the host of the ball.

“Remember what I told you,” Harry said, squeezing Ezili’s cold hands. “Do not say a word to my--Mother!”

“Oh, my darling son, you came!”

Harry let go of Ezili to hug his mother. The woman pulled away and turned to Ezili with the same dimpled smile as her son’s. “Ahh, this must be Ezili,” she said, and Ezili shook her hands like how humans did in movies.

“Yes.” Harry cleared his throat as he laced his fingers with Ezili’s. “This is my date -- Ezili Hans.”

His mother smiled at him. “I was afraid you were gonna bring Niall with a wig.”

“Didn’t work the last time,” Harry said. “Never do it again.”

Harry’s mother laughed before turning back to Ezili. “It’s so nice to meet you. You may call me Mrs Styles, or Annalise. What do you think about this event?”

Ezili flicked her helpless gaze to Harry, who quickly spoke on her behalf, “She thinks it’s great. Very s-shiny.” Seeing Annalise’s smile vanished, Harry added, “Sore throat. The doctor says she has to stay silent for a week. Also, do you mind if I show her around and introduce her to the other guests?”

“Wait, but we haven’t--”

“Love you, Mum.”

Harry pecked his mother on the cheek, grabbed Ezili’s hand and pulled her with him. They finally made it outside to the garden’s fountain, where the guests were chatting in groups and sipping on wine. Harry released Ezili’s hand and exhaled through his mouth. “That was scary.”

“That was awful!” She hit him on the arm. “You almost blew our covers.”

“I know. I’m always anxious around my mum,” he said, looking distressed. “When I was little, she could always tell when I was lying.”

“Maybe you’re not a good liar.”

“Not as good as you,” he chuckled, putting his hands on his hips. “You know what? Changing plans. You’re allowed to talk, but just say simple things like ‘hello’, ‘how are you?’, ‘it’s wonderful’, bla bla.”

Ezili nodded. “Got it.”

Harry opened his mouth to say something else but suddenly froze; his eyes went wide. “Shit, that’s Aunt Beatrice.” Ezili looked over her shoulder to see a chubby late laughing with a group of people and being the loudest. “Super annoying,” Harry said. “Everyone in my family hates her.” He turned to Ezili and patted her on the shoulder. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

“Let me come with you.”

“Not when I’m talking to Satan. I mean, Aunt Beatrice. Just stay here and don’t talk to anyone.”

“But--”

Harry already left.

Ezili muttered curses at him under her breath. She had no choice but to sit by the fountain and wait for him to return. She saw him approaching the woman he hated with just a happy attitude as he’d had when talking to his mother. Fake. Humans were all pretentious and fake. They disgusted her. All these people.

“Hey, may I sit here?”

Ezili’s heart nearly jumped out of her chest when she heard the voice. She looked up and went stiff when she locked eyes with a tall handsome man. The black frame of glasses sat nicely on his high nose. His high cheekbones raised as he offered a polite smile. “Sorry. Am I bothering you?”

Ezili was thinking of what to say to him when she saw what was in his hand.

“An iPad!” she exclaimed. “I got one! Harry gave me one yesterday!”

The man looked at the iPad in his hand and chuckled. “Oh yeah, I brought it with me to read because I don’t really like these events.”

Ezili nodded fast. “I don’t, either. I’m so glad I’m not the only one.”

The man smiled again; his dark eyes twinkled with the fairy lights above their heads. “May I sit with you.”

“Sure!” Ezili hurriedly scooted over for the man to sit. Forget Harry. He’d told her never to leave his side then left her here all on her own, so who cared if she talked to one stranger? At least this one didn’t want to be here, either.

“What do you read on your iPad?” she asked him.

“I’d say books to impress you, but I’m actually reading a manga,” he said and chuckled. “Attack on Titan. Have you heard of it?”

Ezili shook her head. “Do they have something like this for The Little Mermaid?”

“I don’t know. But I’m sure they have a manga for everything these days, so you might find one about mermaids, too,” the man said and put the iPad down on his lap. “What’s your name?”

“Ezili...Hans. Ezili Hans,” said Ezili as she offered her hand.

The man shook it with another warm smile. “I’m Dawson Styles.”

It took Ezili a second to recognise that name. “Harry told me not to talk to you,” she mumbled, frowning.

However, Dawson didn’t look bothered by it. “Oh, right, you came here with Harry,” he said. “He gave you an iPad, right?”

“Yeah. He’s my...date.”

“So why are you here all by yourself?”

Ezili crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. “He needed to talk to that loud lady over there. He said she was evil.”

Dawson leaned forward to look past her, and when he spotted Harry with his aunt, his mouth curled slightly. “Yup, that lady is scary. We’re all scared of her.”

“You know her?”

“Yeah, she’s my mum.”

Ezili flinched, her eyes shot open. “Oh...sorry.”

Dawson just laughed. “Well, Harry wasn’t wrong. My mother could be scary sometimes.”

“All mothers are,” muttered Ezili, but she wasn’t sure if Dawson had heard her.

“You’re from the States?” he asked.

She blinked. “What?”

“Your accent.”

“Oh. Y-Yeah.”

“How long have you been in London?”

“Just three days.”

“How do you like it?”

“It’s...grey.”

The answer made Dawson cackle. “Yeah, it is.” He lowered his head and adjusted his glasses. “Bet it’s way more sunnier where you’re from.”

Ezili lifted her shoulders. “I don’t like the sun that much either, so it’s all good.”

Dawson nodded. They sat in silence for two seconds, then he said, “You look beautiful, by the way.”

“Thank you.” She smiled, not knowing what else to respond.

“How did you know Harry?”

Ezili was about to answer when she realised that Harry hadn’t taught her what to answer for this question. He’d probably assumed that they would be together all night, so he wouldn’t have to prepare her to lie about such basic information. Helplessly, she looked back to find Harry, but he wasn’t there anymore. Both he and Dawson’s mother had disappeared.

Ezili jumped to her feet. “Sorry, I have to go. It was nice talking to you, Dawson.” Without paying him a second look, she ran off to look for Harry.

He couldn’t have abandoned her, right? At least not here at his family’s ball. But how could she be so sure? She’d witnessed him being courteous to his enemy. That man could not be trusted.

Why were there so many people?

Where was she?

Ezili was too busy cursing Harry in her head that she hadn’t paid attention to where she was going. Now she found herself standing in an empty hall. She could hear the muffled sound of the ballroom behind her, so she intended to return to it.

“Hey, baby,” said a blond-haired man she ran into at a turn. She tried to sidestep him, but he was in her way. She blocked her nose with a finger and took a step back to keep a distance from him. He smelled funny. Why were his eyes red?

“H-Have you seen Harry?” she asked the man with the buzzcut. “Tall. Curly hair. Walks and talks slowly. Acts like he’s better than you when he’s not.”

“Harry?” The man snorted, his eyelids fluttered as if he might pass out any moment. He put a hand on the wall to keep his balance. “Damn, that motherfucker always lands the hotties.”

Ezili guessed that this man was not in his right mind to tell her where Harry was, so she pushed him aside to go. Suddenly, he caught her by the wrist and yanked her into him. “Hey, where are you going, baby?”

“Let me go!” she screamed and tried to shove him off. It seemed like all of her strength had disappeared with her tail. She felt helpless against this man. He managed to take both her wrists and pinned them above her head and her against the wall.

“Leave Harry,” he whispered into her ear, his breath hot and foul-smelling. She felt like she might throw up. “He’s trash anyway. The rat of the family. Can’t believe he’s getting all this when his mother dies.”

Ezili was trapped between the man’s stinky body and the wall. She knew she’d promised Harry not to attack anyone tonight, but she needed to fight for herself. Without hesitation, her teeth went straight for the man’s neck. He screamed and jumped back, losing his balance and dropping to the floor. Ezili could taste blood on her tongue as she licked her lip and gazed down at the terrified man. The bite mark on his neck was bleeding, staining the white collar of his suit.

“You bitch!”

“Ezi!”

Ezili whipped her head and found Harry, so she ran to him as the evil man clumsily got to his feet.

“What happened?” he asked her, his face pallid with fright.

“This bitch bit me!” the man shouted, pointing the finger at Ezili.

Harry turned back to her with rage in his eyes. “You bit my cousin?! I told you not to hurt anyone! What’s wrong with you?!”

“I didn’t have a choice,” she yelled back, angry that he’d believed the words of this bastard. “He was touching me! I don’t like being touched!”

The realisation flashed across Harry’s face. He put his hands on her shoulders; his eyebrows sloped as he swept his eyes from her head to toes. “Where did he touch you?”

“I didn’t do anything to your whore.”

Before Ezili could even react to those words, Harry went straight to him with his foot in his cousin’s stomach and again when his cousin tried to say something. Ezili had to grab his arm and pulled him away before he murdered someone. She didn’t care if he did, though. She just didn’t want to draw more attention to herself and get exposed in front of all the other guests.

Panting, Harry adjusted his tie and stabbed a finger at the man on the floor. “If I see you put your hands on a woman again, I’ll beat your ass and make sure you’ll never get to set foot back into this family again. You hear me?”

The man couldn’t speak, only whimper.

Ezili opened her mouth to question, but Harry stopped her by taking her hand. “Come with me.”

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“Her Name”

(SHADAMY ONE-SHOT FAN FIC)

(1k~ words)

Summary: After Team Dark battles their way through the Egg Fleet, Shadow the Hedgehog reunites with a certain pink hedgehog. (Takes Place Between Team Dark and Team Rose Endings, But Before Final Story)

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Her Name

By ShadAmy Writer

“All this for what? Nothing!” Rouge shouted, as she approached her ebony teammate. “I might as well go look for that Master Emerald, since that irritating echidna is here.” She grumbled, as she began to turn and walk away.

A smirk appeared on Shadow’s face, as he crossed his arms. “Ha, something’s never change, do they?” He asked, before following behind his comrade. The events of his past were still unclear. There were large gaps in his memory, but he would get these gut feelings about those he was meeting that he could just tell were correct, whether it be for Rouge, or that blue hedgehog and his friends they had fought in the forest.

“What’re you saying?” Rouge looked over her shoulder, a grin on her face. “What else is a famous treasure hunter supposed to do?”

“I suppose you’re ri-” Their conversation was cut short by the sound of two pairs of footsteps rapidly clanging against the metal exterior of the ship. Before the two could even turn around, an azure blur ran past them, speaking to them in a familiar voice.

“Hey Shadow!” The blue hero shouted, as he sped to the opposite end of the ship.

Shadow gripped his fist tight. “That blue hedgehog.” He said to himself, as a smirk spread across his face. It’s a race he wants, huh? Shadow took a step forward, about to chase after his rival, but stopped as he felt Rouge tug on his arm. “Huh?”

“Shadow, look.” Rouge’s voice sounded uncharacteristically serious, only adding to the black hedgehog’s confusion. He soon realized that he was so excited by the possibility of a race that he didn’t think about the second set of footsteps. He turned his head, only to lock eyes with a pink hedgehog.

She stood there, almost frozen, mouth agape. As he turned towards her, she quickly moved her hand over her mouth. Her body quivered slightly, as she wrapped her free arm around her chest, seemingly attempting to stabilize herself. Shadow definitely recognized her, but like many others he was meeting for the first time again, he was having trouble placing a name. He felt something, but he couldn’t tell what that was either. All Shadow knew for certain was that it felt warm.

“S-Shadow?” The pink hedgehog finally spoke, her voice shaking terribly. Shadow’s eyes widened as she took a step towards them. The ebony hedgehog was no good at reading people’s emotions. The nuances of social interaction not only escaped him, but usually thoroughly disinterested him. For some reason though, his mind was racing trying to read her tone of voice. Was she scared? Sad? He couldn’t be sure. Had he hurt her in the past? If so, he wished he hadn’t. She spoke up once more, drawing his full attention. “You’re… alive?” That phrase was probably the last thing he had expected to hear. A confused look was plastered over Shadow’s face, as he turned his head to look at Rouge. The bat shrugged, letting her ears droop as an awkward smile appeared on her face. She hadn’t been exactly forthcoming with details regarding his past. She had promised that Eggman would provide him all the answers he needed, though the doctor appeared to be absent. Shadow turned his attention back to the pink hedgehog, who was still shaken.

“Of course I am.” Shadow finally said. He still had no clue exactly who she was or what she felt about him, so he opted to handle this the best way he knew. Through a cocky facade. “After all,” he spoke, running his hands over his quills. “I am the Ultimate Lifeform.” It was dead quiet for a moment. After what felt like an eternity of silence, Shadow heard the pink hedgehog begin to sniffle. The sniffles grew louder, until eventually the emerald-eyed hedgehog burst into tears. Shadow swallowed hard. Well, this could’ve been handled better, he thought to himself.

Much to his surprise however, the pink hedgehog burst into a run towards him. Shadow didn’t know what to do. Should he run away? That’s what the blue one did. Was that the correct move in this situation? Why was she running towards him if he made her cry? Shadow was so lost in his own thoughts, he didn’t realize she had already reached him. He inhaled sharply as he felt her arms wrap around him in a tight embrace. He heard his teammate let out a slight giggle. He found her laughing at him a little annoying, but at least it served as some type of indicator that what was happening was okay.

“I-I t-thought we’d never see you again!” The pink hedgehog stammered through her tears. Shadow slowly began to realize what these tears were. They were relief.

“Well, uh,” Shadow put his hands on her hips and moved her slightly away from him, so he could look her in her eyes. “I’m here now.” He said again, through a sly grin. He moved his hand to her face and wiped the tears from her eye. “So, no more tears, alright?”

The pink hedgehog sniffled once more, and nodded, releasing Shadow from her embrace. “So, how did you do it? How did you survive?”

“I-”

“We came here to ask Doctor Eggman the same thing.” Rouge said, cutting Shadow off.

“Doctor Eggman? What does he have to do with it?”

“I don’t know for sure.” Rouge shrugged. “All I know for sure is sleeping beauty here was in a pod in one of Eggman’s bases.”

“Hmph,” Shadow grunted loudly, displeased at the nickname. He went to cross his arms, but quickly found his hands being held by the pink hedgehog.

“Well, I’m glad you’re back.” She smiled sweetly at him. Shadow felt a warmth grow in his cheeks. After the long fight he and his team had gone through, attempting to make it through to the Egg Fleet, it felt nice to see someone who seemed happy to see him. “Does Sonic know you’re alive?”

“He-”

“Oh, of course he does!” She interrupted. “He just said ‘hi’. Oh, I’ve gotta introduce you to Big and Cream! They’ve heard tons about you!.”

“I-”

“I’ve got to take you around Station Square after all this is over. There’s so much for you to see! I can’t imagine missing fifty years of the world.” Shadow began to realize he wasn’t going to be able to get a word in. She could talk as fast as he could run. He felt a smirk spread across his face. He normally found this type of prattling an annoyance, but this was okay.

“Darling, I’m sure Shadow would love to join you on a trip around Station Square,” Rouge interjected, “but isn’t your hero getting away?” She gestured to the far end of the ship.

“Oh my gosh, I totally forgot!” She gave Shadow a quick hug before running off. “I’m sorry to leave like this, but I can’t let my Sonic get away! We’ll talk soon, okay?” She called over her shoulder as she raced out of sight.

Shadow lifted his arm and waved good-bye. Even after she was gone, he continued to stare in the direction she went. He eventually spoke. “Rouge…”

“Yes, hon?”

“What was her name?”

Rouge let out a slight chuckle. “That was Amy. Amy Rose.”

“Amy…” Shadow repeated under his breath. “I’ll remember that.”

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apples-r-rubbish · 4 years ago

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Feelings (11 x reader)

Eleventh Doctor x fem!Reader (feelings) Word Count: 2.9k AN: This post explains why I’ve been gone, bit of an early Christmas present, hope you all enjoy it -L Warnings: None Request?: Yes MASTERLIST

It started off as little things. “So, whaddya think?” The Doctor asked, displaying a brand new bowtie that did not remotely match his outfit. It was neon green and you cringed slightly before laughing, “You are taking that thing off right now,” You said between fits of laughter. “What? Why? I think it matches my eyes,” He laughed in response, breathless at you. You placed your cup of tea gently onto the console, and quickly and briefly apologised to the ship. You cautiously placed your hands on his chest and quickly untied the tie. “I’m asking her to hide this from you. You’re not having it,”

“Please, I bought that at that market on Karzon 7,” he whined in response, missing the feeling on you next to him, your hands on him.

‘Yeah, no, definitely not. It’s not going anywhere near your person,” You said before slinking off down one of the corridors laughing to yourself. He missed you the second you were gone and he replayed the sound of you laughing in his head. Instinctively, the Doctor shook his world weary head, no, you were just a friend.

It escalated. You were on some foriegn planet, the four of you. The Doctor, Amy, Rory and yourself. You had raced ahead wanting to see the lights in the city at night, along with the way it combined with the stars, Rory trailing . Amy caught the Doctor staring fondly at you “Oi, loverboy, just tell her how you feel, it’d be easier than staring at her like that,”

He shot her a look “I do not have feelings for her- look she’s human. I can’t fall in love with her, these things go badly. And I’m not in love with her, you’re both my best friends.” Amy frowned and rolled her eyes in response “All I’m saying is you look at her in ways you don’t look at me and Rory and we’re also your best friends,”

It was his turn to frown, there was a pause, an uncomfortable silence. Amy continued “look the way I see it is, what’s the worst that could happen?” The conversation trailed off when they reached you and Rory. He stopped and looked at you, properly, loving staring at the light reflecting in your eyes. You asked him a question and he completely missed it “Huh? Oh sorry, I was just thinking, you said something?” You repeated your question, he wrapped his arm around you, smiled and rambled the answer to you, filling your ears with knowledge of the planet and its people as Amy and Rory shared a knowing look.

And it escalated again. You had visited a foriegn planet, the four of you. Spires of glass refracted a mixture of light and the hazy colour of the purple sky. “This is Laeturn, most things are made of glass here, delicate, be careful all of you,” The Doctor warned before gently extending his hand out to you, you accepted and smiled. The people were lovely and accepting on the planet, one particular individual had taken a liking to you. Ko-ran he said his name was, his skin matching the gentle purple of the sky. He had slipped his arm around you at some point along the way and whispered to you about the history and traditions. The other three trailed behind, a permanent scowl fixed to the Doctors face, that would tense when Ko-ran laughed at your lack of knowledge or your attempts at pronunciation. “You could just tell her right? You know? Do the very you thing of intervening and explaining something and she’ll give you that amazed look like she always does and then just tell her how you feel?” Rory said suddenly when you and Ko-ran were a fair distance ahead

“I don’t know what you mean, I’m just making sure she’s safe. There’s nothing wrong with being cautious,”

“Can you at least look like you’re having a good time then old man?” Amy countered

“I am having fun, I just don’t trust him, that's all just something I can’t place.”

He was right unfortunately, as he always was. Ko-ran and his people had believed you to be a lost monarch of some sort and tried to instate you as royalty, and then threatened to kill your friends. Eventually fighting had erupted amongst the people, Amy and Rory had managed to escape. The Doctor had managed to slip into one of the rooms you had been assigned, “Your highness, I think it’s time we left,” The Doctor smiled, wrapping his arms around you. You jumped at first not realising it was him and reached for the closest thing to you, an old walking stick, which you dropped almost immediately upon realising it was him. “Hey, it’s ok Amy and Rory are safe-” The Doctor was cut off by you hugging him tightly and sobbing lightly into his shirt “it’s ok, it’s ok. We’re getting you out.” The glass door shook lightly, guards banging against it upon hearing voices. Quickly, the sonic was used and the lock clicked further. He adjusted his neck and jacket slightly and jumped up onto the window ledge. I was a large opening and took up a proportion of the window. It towered well above his head. “I need you to trust me,” He said, extending his hand to you as he looked down from the ledge.

“You’re not suggesting we- It’s a huge drop, we’re in one of the spires,” You rambled panic taking over

“(Y/N), I need you to trust me. More than usual, please,” He urged. The light reflected beautifully in his eyes, his hair was messier than usual and the refined glass sent flecks of light washing over him. You nodded, stepped over to the ledge with him, his arms locked around you. “Look at me and nothing else. Do not look down,” A gut feeling of fear remained in your stomach, the door swung open, angry guards flooded the room. You felt the world tilt, and the wind rising, but the only thing you could focus on were his eyes. And in a moment, you lightly bumped against the TARDIS floor, on top of him giddy with adrenaline. You had barely registered what had happened, he stood up quickly, snapped his fingers and pushed a series of buttons on the console, getting you off the planet. Amy rushed over to you, wrapping her arms around you, making sure you were safe as the adrenaline wore off and you stared at the doctor as he continued on with the ship. Before he darted off down one of the many corridors presumably to fix something.

“So, I’ll be here when you get back for a full debrief or if you need anything, or even if you need to get out of it although you shouldn’t need to call me. He’s a nice guy and like actually nice not you know-” Amy rambled, maternal instincts kicking into overdrive

“Amy I’ll be ok, it’s a first date, and we’ve been speaking for a little bit anyway, and you know him so I don’t understand why you’re worried,” You laughed fixing a few strands of your hair as you walked down the final steps to the console room. The Doctor noticed you immediately “So where are you off to? Anywhere exciting?” He asked, crossing his arms, admiring you, you opened your mouth to speak, Amy spoke for you, “I did tell you. I’ll explain later, did you at least drop us off where I asked, right time period?” Amy questioned clearly frustrated “Yes, yes I did, and there’s no need to be so bossy about it. See? 24th of September, 6:45, London,” He gestured towards the screen.

“Right I best be off then,” You smiled heading towards the doors “Try not to collapse time and space whilst I’m gone.” You exited the ship and on to the slightly chilly London streets.

“So where is she off to then?” He asked crossing his arms and leaning against the console

“She has a date, I set her up with someone I know. She was finding it hard to get over someone, so I figured it might be best.” The Doctor frowned in response involuntarily “So? Are they nice then? Or will we have to go and free her later from small talk about pets, music and parents?”

“He is actually. His name’s Dan, he works with Rory. They met at one of our house parties and he seems alright,”

“You have house parties? And I wasn’t invited?”

“You were, you got the date wrong, and when you got it right you had to drag me and Rory off to deal with something, so we had to leave (Y/N) in charge, and you complained the whole time she wasn’t there,” It was Amy’s turn to frown “At least be happy for her, it’s the least you can do as her friend.”

He opened his mouth for a witty response, beeping sounded from the console

The date was going horribly. Dan was nothing like how he was at the party. You ended up excusing yourself to the bathroom and calling the TARDIS.

“Oh hey (Y/N), how's the date going?” Amy asked

“Very badly, can you come make excuses for me, he’s acting weird, like weirder than expected,” You responded. You hung up the phone and returned to your table. You continued with awkward small talk, you sipped on your drink awkwardly “So want to come back to mine? I don’t live too far from here,” Dan suggested. You opened your mouth to excuse yourself, and the doors to the restaurant swung open and a panicked bowtie clad alien stepped through the doors. He rushed over to your table despite the many dirty looks he was receiving

“Amy told me you were here, something's happened, we need you to come home,” The Doctor said out of breath, he’d run there

“We’re in the middle of a date, if you don’t mind,” Dan hissed

“And I’m talking, if you don’t mind,” The timelord practically growled “Something’s come through on the channel and I think I’ve found something interesting and you need to be safe,” He extended his hand out to you. You smiled and grabbed it. “I think I need to go then I’m afraid,” You said to Dan before the Doctor pulled you out of the restaurant and you ran hand in hand through the freezing London streets. You turned a corner and stopped abruptly out of breath quietly giggling to each other. There was a brief moment where your faces edged closer but you assumed that was just the adrenaline. You felt a brief scratch on your shoulder, you had barely turned around when the Doctor shouted at you to duck, you did, the claw swinging narrowly over your head as the Doctor staggered back pulling you with him, the claw narrowly missing you both. He Stood up quickly, acting as a shield between the thing and you.

“I knew it was you in the restaurant, I’ve dealt with your kind before, from Clom I believe, the energy signatures coming off you are unique,” The Doctor analysed. You finally saw it in the dim amber glow, it was a thing round with various faces sticking out at odd angles, you cursed loudly. One of them you recognized as Dan, he was speaking, mumbling vague panicked apologies.

“Why are you here? We’ve done this before, look you can’t harvest my memories, even if you want to,” He frowned, a switch seemingly flicked inside of the Doctor he was the version in the restaurant again “To try to take my memories is one thing, to come into my friends home and lie to them is another, to try to kill the person I am in love with is too far,” there was a cracking noise, a watch had broken and the thing seemed to liquify a little

“I swiped this from the restaurant, when you were busy objectifying her, better to keep track of these things don’t you think,” His voice was low and cold, the noise of the sonic buzzed loudly before the thing melted into the pavement, vanishing. The Doctor paused for a moment examining the pavement and slicking back his hair, the oncoming storm had settled once again.

He turned to you warmth returning to his eyes and face “Are you ok? Anything broken? Anything missing?”

“No, no I’m good i think, what the hell was that thing?” You asked shock very clearly still in your system

“Abzorbaloff, nasty things, absorb people and gain their memories. And I think that’s what he was planning with you if the date had gone slightly better,” He pressed his hand to your cheek in a further attempt to calm you down, a slight chuckle in his voice “At least this time I won’t have to make a paving slab with a face. C’mon back to the TARDIS,” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, whilst you contemplated his words, dizzy with adrenaline. There was a moment of silence, before you were able to take your first cautious step with wobbly legs, “There we go, see, c’mon (L/N),” you slipped slightly again and he caught you in his arms, the amber glow above his head illuminating him like an angel. He paused and laughed awkwardly, wrapping his around your waist and giving you time to steady yourself, his arm stayed there as you wandered back to the TARDIS shaking.

At some point during the slow and shaky walk back, you asked him “What happened to Dan then could we have saved him?”

“No we couldn't, he was echoes of what was left. His body was gone, he wouldn’t have lived a proper life, I can’t save everyone all the time, I’m sorry,” He frowned in the way the Doctor usually did, one that was world weary that seemed like it held back the weight of a thousand unsaid words

“I didn’t really know him, I feel bad. I know I couldn’t have prevented it, but I still feel awful,” You confessed

“You couldn’t have helped it, if it wasn’t you, it would have been someone else and I might not have been able to save them, at least I could save you,” There was a silence, and that followed and it wasn’t an uncomfortable one.

You walked past the TARDIS allowing yourself some more time to calm down, at the Doctor’s suggestion. The Park was abandoned at this time. You had wandered into it together. You found a little stream and a small bridge and leant against it. The cold nipped at you and you shivered quietly against the railings. Silently the Doctor noticed and slipped his jacket off and gently wrapped it around you. It was warmer than you expected it to be and it felt oversized and heavy on you.

“Are we going to talk about it?” You said suddenly breaking the silence, turning slightly and matching a similar pose to his.

“What?” He mumbled in the response his words getting lost in the dark

“Everything. What you said earlier, in the alleyway ‘the person I love’, the fact you give daggers to any male that isn’t Rory getting anywhere near me, and the fact that Amy and Rory make it so painfully obvious,” You said having quietly had enough “And the fact it feels like anytime we get anywhere closer to figuring out what the hell we’re doing something gets in the way or you run away and can’t cope with it,”

“I didn’t realise you’d noticed, and I didn’t know you were getting over someone, Amy had mentioned it to me earlier,” He whispered, his voice quiet, not wishing to do any more harm.

You inhaled sharply, and rubbed your hand slowly down your face whilst you carefully considered your next sentences, “That wasn’t her place to tell you that, I told her that in confidence.” You sighed “Of course I had noticed, it’s about as obvious as that bowtie is stupid. It was you, that person. And I knew regardless of what I had noticed and what you were thinking or doing, it would take ages before you admitted it yourself, nevermind me. I couldn’t keep pretending for my sake,”

The Doctor opened his mouth to speak, and closed it, he considered everything for a brief second.

“Exactly, when you fall in love with a scared god it is not easy and I’ve learnt that.” You frowned “I don’t want to hear it. Let’s go back to the TARDIS,” you stood up straight

“What if I’ve fallen in love with you?” He responded

“Then, I guess I’ve fallen in love with you too,” You replied. There was another pause. A loud silence. You made eye contact, and you kissed. It was cautious and careful, neither of you willing to push it in case the other would regret their actions. The cold air brushed your faces, and you pulled away quietly. He extended his hand to you, you took it gently and went back to the ship together, smiling like idiots.

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massivedrickhead · 4 years ago

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Could you write a one shot where Beca got hurt jumping off the boat in pp3? Maybe shot?

I’m not gonna have her get shot because I don’t wanna get too serious.

Hope you enjoy anyway!

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Beca was falling.

The water below lit up by the explosion behind her.

Her ears ringing from the sound of it.

Time seemed to slow as she fell. She had time to see Fat Amy hit the end of the boat they’d used to get here, and send the other end into air.

And then she collided with it.

She felt the sharp smack of pain for a second before she was swallowed by the cold black water.

And then an even more intense pain exploded in her shoulder as someone grabbed her arm and pulled her to the surface.

As her head broke the water, she could hear the voices if the Bellas calling to her but they sounded far away.

Someone was gripping her tightly, trying to keep her head above water, but the pain was becoming unbearable now.

“Please,” she said, her eyes squeezed shut. “Let me go. It hurts, let me go.”

“I’m not letting go,” Chloe’s voice said in her ear. Her voice was shaking. Trembling. But so fierce and determined that Beca stopped struggling. “I’m not losing you.”

And then the pain reached it’s peak, and Beca got swallowed by the darkness.

When she came to, she could feel something vibrating beneath her, and someone was pressing a cold hand to her face.

“Beca?”

“Am I dead?” Beca asked, opening her eyes to see Chloe kneeling beside her, her eyes wide with concern. Chicago was beside Chloe, trying keep her blanket on her shoulders, but Chloe only had eyes for Beca.

“No,” Chloe said, half laughing, half crying as she helped Beca sit up. “No you’re not dead.”

“Did everyone get out?” Beca asked, wiping a stream of water out of her eyes.

"Yeah,” Chloe said. “Everyone’s fine. They’re all on the other boats.”

“And you’re okay?”

“I’m okay,” Chloe said. “Cold and wet, but I’m okay. Better now that you’re awake.”

“Good,” Beca said, wiping the water away again. It kept dripping in front of her eyes and obscuring her vision. She wiped at it a bit harder and felt pain race across her forehead.

“Hey,” Chloe said, holding Beca’s wrist, to stop her from touching her head again. “You’ll make it worse.”

Beca looked down and saw it was blood and not water that coated her hand.

“Oh,” Beca said, feeling suddenly much colder. She didn’t like blood, yet she couldn’t seem to look away from it.

“Look at me,” Chloe said, softly. “I don’t want you passing out again.”

Beca tore her eyes away from her blood covered hand to focus on Chloe.

“You saved us,” Chloe said. “You and Amy saved us.”

“Of course we did,” Beca said.

They sat without speaking for a while, the noise of the boats the only sound they could hear.

At one point, Beca let her head drop onto Chloe’s shoulder.

“You’re gonna get blood on me,” Chloe said, kissing the top of Beca’s head.

“Sorry,” Beca said, laughing softly. “I’m tired. And you’re comfy.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Chloe said, trying to push away the worry in her stomach.

“That shit was crazy right? We jumped off a boat as it was exploding. Like… What the fuck man?”

Chloe laughed. “I know. That’s action movie shit. How are you doing?”

“Not… Not great.”

“What hurts?”

“My shoulder and my head,” Beca said. “And my ribs. And I kinda feel sick. And dizzy. Really dizzy. So, you know, I’ve had better days.”

Chloe turned to look at Chicago for the first time since Beca had been pulled onto the boat.

“How much longer?” She asked.

“Not long,” Chicago said. “There should be ambulances waiting.”

“Ambulances?” Beca asked. “Plural?”

“Amy got hurt too when she hit that boat,” Chloe said, turning to look back at Beca. Her stomach flipped as she saw how much paler she’d gotten. “She’s fine though. She looked in better shape than you.”

“Okay,” Beca said. She moved her head from Chloe’s shoulder and leant forward, feeling the sickness and dizziness rise with each rise and fall the boat made along the waves. “I don’t feel good. I hate boats. I’m never getting on another boat after this.”

“You’re okay,” Chloe said, running her hand up and down Beca’s back. “We’re almost there.”

As the boat started slowing, the rocking of the ship against the waves was getting worse as they approached the shore.

“Oh my god,” Beca mumbled. “I’m seriously gonna throw up. I swear I never get seasick.”

“I don’t think you’re seasick, Bec, I think you have a concussion,” Chloe said.

“Ah,” Beca said. “Yeah. Yeah that makes more sense.”

“Beca, do you think you can walk?” Chicago asked.

“Ah ha,” Beca said, grimacing in pain.

“Okay,” Chicago said. “Me and the guys are gonna help you down from the boat now. We can’t really get these boats close enough so you’ll have to walk through a bit of the sea. It’s really shallow but the current is a bit strong, so don’t let it catch you off guard or you might fall, and that’ll be really embarrassing for you.”

Beca laughed and then winced again.

Chicago climbed over the side of the boat, and another soldier eased Beca over the side and into his arms.

She had to stop herself from screaming when his hands held her ribs.

“You good?” He asked, setting her on her feet.

Beca nodded, biting down on her lip, waiting for the pain to ease off again. “Where’s Chloe?”

“They’re getting her down now,” he said, steadying her as small wave caused her to stumble.

“Thank you. For coming to get us. You’re a good dude, Chicago,” Beca said, holding his forearm so she didn’t fall. “I can see why Chloe likes you.”

“Is that you giving me your blessing?” Chicago asked, smiling as he waited to help Chloe down off the boat.

“Sure,” Beca said, ignoring the sinking feeling in her stomach.

But she wanted Chloe to be happy. Being with Chicago would probably make her happy.

“She doesn’t like me, Beca,” Chicago said, a sad smile on his face. “I’ve seen the way she looks at you. She doesn’t like me.”

And then he was helping Chloe down from the boat, and she was beside her again, eyes full of worry as they looked her over.

Chicago pointed out where the ambulance was waiting, along with the some of other Bellas who had made their way off their boats and out of the sea.

“You’ll come with me, right?” Beca asked, as Chloe took hold of uninjured arm to help her walk out of the sea and up to the beach. “I don’t want to do this alone.”

“Of course. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Everything hurts, Chlo’,” Beca said, feeling another wave of nausea wash over her as more blood dripped down her face.

“I know. But look, we’re almost there.”

Chloe’s voice was sounding far away again. She could see people running towards them, but couldn’t make out who they were.

“Beca?”

She hadn’t realised she’d stopped walking, but now Chloe was turning to look at her, her eyes full of concern again.

And then Beca's legs gave out, and she fell forward into the sand.

And then she was in a warm and comfortable bed. The pain and nausea was gone, and she felt like she’d be able to drift off to sleep again if she wanted. Someone was holding tightly onto her hand.

She heard a door open and close followed by a chair scraping, but she made no move to open her eyes. She was just too relaxed and comfortable.

In the back of her mind, she knew that pain was there. She knew there’d be a lot of it later. Like when you drink a lot and you know a hangover is coming. But for now she was pain free.

“How’s Amy?” Chloe asked. Her voice sounded tired and it cracked when she spoke

“Fine,” Aubrey replied. “She broke her arm but they said she doesn’t need surgery or anything.”

“Thank god,” Chloe said. “She hit that boat pretty hard.”

“Not as hard as Beca,” Aubrey said. “How is she?”

“Um, I don’t know really,” Chloe said. “We were talking on the boat and she was hurt but she seemed okay. And then… I don’t know.”

“What did the doctors say?”

“She dislocated her shoulder, bruised her ribs, and hit her head pretty bad,” Chloe said.

Beca was trying to follow along with the conversation happening in the room, but the words were hard to hold onto. She couldn’t quite make sense of them, so she gave up and just let them wash over her, and she drifted back off to sleep.

“What if she doesn’t wake up?” Chloe asked, her voice breaking again.

“She will,” Aubrey said. “She’ll be okay.”

“I love her, ‘Bree.”

“I know you do,” Aubrey said, sighing softly. “So when she wakes up, you should tell her.”

“Yeah,” Chloe said. “We all could have died tonight. If Amy and Beca hadn’t come for us, we could have died. I don’t want to wait anymore. I don’t want to waste anymore time.”

They sat in silence for a few more minutes.

“So apparently Amy beat up like 10 fully grown men on that boat. I gotta say, I thought every story she’d ever told had been BS until now. Do you think she’s actually wrestled crocodiles?”

Beca woke up for real a few hours later.

Chloe was sleeping in the chair beside her bed, and Beca couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her.

She was sore and tired, but she knew morphine was still taking the edge off, and that she’d feel real pain again later.

She was trying to make sense of the dream she’d been having, which had just been about Aubrey and Chloe talking, when Chloe stirred beside her.

“Hey,” Beca said, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

Chloe smiled when she saw she was awake. “Hey,” she said, her voice just as rough as Chloe’s. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry,” Beca said, smiling. “How long have you been sitting there?”

“They brought you in at like midnight so… six hours?”

“Shit,” Beca said. “I’m sorry. You can go back to the hotel, you know? Get some proper rest?”

“I told you I wasn’t leaving you,” Chloe said. “So I’m not leaving you.”

“Thank you,” Beca said, reaching out so Chloe could take her hand.

“You and Amy rowed out into the Med to save us from a crazy hostage situation. I think I owe you this at least,” Chloe said, taking Beca’s and and pressing her lips to her knuckles.

“I did all of the rowing too,” Beca said. “If that gets me bonus points?”

“It does,” Chloe said, grinning. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore,” Beca said. “Tired. You?”

“Yeah I’m pretty tired too,” Chloe said. “It’s been a wild night.”

Beca gave a small noise of agreement, feeling her eyes wanting to close again. “Lie down with me?”

“I don’t know if I should,” Chloe said, biting her lip.

“Please,” Beca said.

“I don’t want to get yelled at by a scary Spanish nurse.”

Beca laughed. “Okay,” she mumbled. “I don’t want that either.”

“I’ll stay right here though,” Chloe said, kissing Beca’s hand again. “I promise.”

“Love you, Chlo’,” Beca said, drifting off as Chloe stroked a hand up and down her arm.

“Love you too, Beca,” Chloe replied.

“I had a weird dream that first night in the hospital,” Beca said, sitting on the edge of her bed a few days later, struggling to tie her shoes without hurting her ribs.

“Yeah?” Chloe asked, batting Beca’s hands away so she could tie them for her.

Beca was being discharged, and she and Chloe had one more night in the hotel before flying back to New York. Beca couldn’t wait for a proper shower and night’s sleep that wouldn’t be interrupted by nurses checking on her every few hours.

“Yeah,” Beca said. “You and Aubrey were talking about Amy fighting a bunch of dudes on that boat.”

Chloe’s hands froze for a second before she carried on tying them.

“Did we talk about anything else?” Chloe asked, trying to keep her voice casual.

“Yeah,” Beca said.

Chloe looked up at her.

“It wasn’t a dream, was it?”

Chloe shook her head.

“So the other stuff…”

“Yeah,” Chloe said. “Not a dream.”

“And… And you meant it?”

“Yeah, I meant it.”

Beca nodded. “Um, it feels weird to say this while you’re tying my shoes.”

Chloe laughed and stood up, taking Beca’s hands.

“You’re like the most important person in my life, Chlo’. I love you so much.”

“I’m sensing a but coming?”

Beca shook her head. “No buts. I love you. I’m in love with you. Have been for a long time.”

Chloe blinked and felt tears prick her eyes.

“I love you too,” Chloe said.

Beca grinned. “When I’ve showered all the hospital off me, I’m gonna kiss you, okay?”

“Can’t wait.”

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