#someone please take my hand and joining me in the 'clark has the same big beautiful brown eyes as a ribbon winning beloved cow' truth....
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just when you think you've hit rock bottom you want to fuck a man that has blue eyes :/
#someone please take my hand and joining me in the 'clark has the same big beautiful brown eyes as a ribbon winning beloved cow' truth....#ransom note
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#(though as an aside clark's eyes. he totally looks like he's checking lex out.im not a lex/clark shipper but i look at my husband that way)
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
And unlike Misha Collins, I didn't take it back. I committed to the bit!
(I am genuinely bisexual)
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#4
The end of Encanto had me in tears. Flat out sobbing. Really good movie.
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#3
Just putting it out there. These bitches? Same person. You canât convince me otherwise.
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#2
Okay, so "Freedom" protestors (who are protesting covid restrictions) have shut down Canberra's Lifeline Book Fair. It's a second hand book sale, most books between $1 and about $5.
The protestors have completely taken over the car park and are harrassing people who are wearing masks.
For the safety of the general public, the fair has been shut down.
The book fair is Lifeline's main source of donations, and without it, the already strained mental health call-service becomes strained even further. They have worked so hard throughout the pandemic to help will depression, anxiety and other mental health issues. Without the Book Fair, they're going to struggle to meet the needs of thousands struggling with their mental health.
Please, if you have anything to spare. Even if it's just a dollar, please donate to Canberra Lifeline Service. This is a service we can't afford to lose. It could mean all the difference, could save someone's life.
https://www.lifelinecanberra.org.au/donate/
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My #1 post of 2022
Bestie your addition to the Batfam/Harley makes me FROTH at the mouth; I actually checked and her names actually LUCY QUINZEL I DIE,,, SHES SO ADORABLE,,,
And she's just fucking Normal which is so fucking funny- it breaks me that Harley couldn't be in her life but when she STARTS,,, OH MANNNN,,, convinced Damian and her would be besties with " someone will die" " of FUN" vibes with Jon too!!!! Im. Dying. I'd love to hear your thoughts if you have any sjsjsjsjs
Omg, Lucy and Brucie, so cute they rhyme đđđ yes, and then Bruce and Harley will get all emotional over the Lucy/Damien/Jon trio, cos like, it'll be like when they were kids with Harvey! And then like, having family dinners, and Lucy calling Alfred grandpa, because Harley unironically calls Alfred "dad". I'm crying. THEY'RE A FAMILY! And like, Harley making fun of Bruce for dropping out of med school, when she went all the way to get a PH.D and them being super proud when one of the new trio goes to med school. I have a lot of feelings.
Oh and the shenanigans these children will get into, with like big brother Dick and/or Jason, definitely Tim, joining in or enabling. And Bruce and Harley can't even be mad, cos they lowkey/highkey thought it was hilarious, or did worse things when they were the same age together.
Like I'm insane about Cass having big sister bonding time with little sister Lucy, like taking this little girl under her (bat) wing and just uuuggghhh. Teaching Lucy sign language and how to read body language, especially if Lucy wants to become a psychiatrist like her mum to help give patients the best care, or become a vigilante like her. I'm such a slut for found family, you have no idea
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Sub Rosa [95]
xi. etherea
Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader
Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings:Â language, angst, anxiety.
Summary: an unexpected reunion shocks you in more ways than one.
a/n: I canât believe weâre on 95!!! how are we so close to the end omg??!! the taglist for this series is open! I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think!!!
previous chapter // season masterlist // series masterlist
Word of Anders' death and Diyozaâs sacrifice travels quickly, and Cadogan comes to find all of you, shocked and still standing outside the machine room door. You are all led to his personal quarters, encouraged to eat and sleep and rest, with the promise to meet again in a few hours. Miller, Raven, Hope, Jordan, and Niylah all crash in the giant bedroom, but you, Clarke, Octavia, Echo, and Gabriel are all too wired or hungry to sleep, and you sit together in the large dining room of the Shepherd. Itâs not long before food, real food, not just nutrition bars, is brought to you, and you look it over before you exchange a look with the others. âThey were capable of food like this the whole time? Why the hell were we eating all that bland stuff?â
âGuess they didn't want to waste it on some low level disciples.â
You wish you had enough of an appetite to eat the first real meal thatâs been offered to you in ages, but your stomach is tied in knots, wrapped tight with anxiety. You shake your head and plop into a seat beside Clarke, her eyes locked on a wall across the room, and you reach out to squeeze her hand, trying to pull her out of her head. Gabriel and Octavia each take a seat at the table while Echo remains standing, choosing to pace the room as her brain processes the last few hours and what she nearly did before you all arrived. Diyozaâs death hangs over the room like a wet blanket, and though you only knew her for a few months, it still hurts you to know that sheâs gone. It hurts you worse when you realize the loss that Octavia and Hope must be feeling.Â
Octavia sits and picks at her food, unable to stomach it right now, but Gabriel sits nearby, hungrily eating anything within his reach, looking over all of you with a nod. âThank God for the Flame. Doubt they'd serve us saji bowls in jail.â
Octavia eventually gives up on the prospect of stomaching anything, dropping her spoon into her bowl and looking at Gabriel in disbelief. âHow could you eat right now?â
Echo looks over at Gabriel, reminding you and him of a memory that feels so long ago now, when Orlando was preparing you for your mission to Bardo. âHe can always eat.â
If it were any other moment, youâd laugh. But with Diyozaâs death over your head and the looming possibility for severe punishment for both Hope and Echo, youâre too tense to laugh. Clarke must think the same thing, because she abruptly stands from her chair and glances over at the only man in the room. âGabriel's right. If they didn't believe I had the Flame, we'd be in cells.â
She starts to cross the room, towards the door, and you stand and call out to her. âWhere are you going?â
âTo wake the others. It's time to go back to Sanctum.â
Gabriel glances her way, pausing his feast to shake his head. âClarke, we're under house arrest.â
âI'm aware of that. I'm also aware our leverage disappears the moment he puts me in front of that stone.â
You lock eyes with your twin, starting to guess where this is going. âSo what are you gonna do?â
âI'm gonna offer to do it as soon as the rest of you are safely back on Sanctum.âÂ
Octavia stands, instantly disagreeing, âClarke, they'll kill you.â
Echo adds, âYou are not sacrificing yourself for us.â
You stare at your twin, shaking your head, letting her know her plan is completely out of the question. âYouâve lost your mind if you think Iâm leaving you here with these people.â
She doesn't get the chance to argue back, because the door behind her slides open, and someone announces, âMake way for the Shepherd.â
You take the few steps separating you and Clarke, so you can stand by her side, and Octavia shifts closer to the two of you. Gabriel stands and moves around the table, along with Echo, all of you united on one side, mentally preparing yourselves for anything. As the disciples step into the room, they move apart, making room for Bill before a few more disciples pull up the rear. As soon as Clarke locks eyes with Bill, she starts, âWe need to talk. I'm ready to help you, but only after my friends areâŚâ
She trails off when Cadogan turns and motions towards the door, and confused, you all turn to see what heâs motioning towards, watching as a heavily bearded man in a large coat shuffles into the room. It takes a second for you to recognize him, your eyes finding the freckles along his face and the warm eyes beneath an unruly mop of hair, but as soon as you recognize him, you nearly collapse, reaching out for Clarke as you mutter, âBellamy?â
He nods a little, confirming what you already knew, and you swear all of the air leaves your lungs. Your knees feel weak, tears springing to your eyes and spilling over your face as your body starts to move, you and Octavia both walking towards him. But in doing so, you trigger a reaction from the room full of guards, all of them lifting weapons towards you, freezing you in place. You stare at him, stunned, and your brain struggles to form more words, stumbling over a long list of questions before you manage to gasp, âHow?â
Echo, sounding just as shocked, adds, âWe saw you die.â
Octavia shifts a little, and you can hear her sniffle as she stares at her big brother, in awe to see that he is alive and well. âIt's hard to keep the Blakes down.â
The room is silent, no one sure what to say, but from the corner of your eye, you see Clarke glancing at you and Octavia, able to see that the two of you are practically buzzing, unable to hold back your reunions much longer. She turns her gaze to Bill, using her status as the chosen one to demand, âLet them hug him.â
He stares at her for a long second, and you think heâs going to say no, but then a smile crosses his features and he commands, âStand down.â
You turn to look at Octavia, whose eyes are on you and you nod towards Bellamy, knowing she likely wants to hug her brother first. She smiles at you in thanks before stepping forward and tugging him into a hug, and you watch on with a smile, happy to see the reunion. Octavia steps away and makes room for you to hug him, and you glance at Clarke before you do, exchanging a silent conversation. Should you warn him? Clarke gives you an imperceptible nod, both of you aware of the dangers of Bellamy accidentally slipping up because heâs not in the loop. Youâre lucky Gabriel was in the room when Clarke arrived, able to clue her in to play along, saving all of your lives as you work to get off Bardo. You step forward and pull Bellamy into your arms, relishing in the feel of him, smiling as his arms wrap around your back, returning the hug. A hug that is five years, three months, and two days in the making. A hug that you have longed for since you first arrived on Skyring. A hug you nearly drowned for, learned to play disciple for. You want nothing more than to kiss him, whisk him away to some private room and tell him everything, show him how much youâve missed him, but you know youâll have time for that later. Right now, you have an audience and you have a mission, so you lean forward and whisper into his ear, âThe key is the Flame. They think it's still in Clarkeâs head, say nothing.â
You pull away with a smile, your eyes never leaving Bellamy as Cadogan announces, âI hope that now you're ready to help us, Clarke. Too much blood has been spilled. Each death is a child of Earth who won't transcend. I'll give you time to reunite while we make preparations.â
Clarke nods in agreement, and you glance at your twin, tears on her face, just as happy to see her best friend alive. Cadogan turns and starts to leave the room, and just as he reaches the door, Bellamy speaks for the first time, his words shocking you all into silence. âMy Shepherd.â
Your eyes widen and your mouth drops open a little, and you see Clarke and Octaviaâs smiles drop as you all turn to stare at Bellamy, who has now turned towards Bill. âThere's something you should know: Clarke doesn't have the Key. The Flame was destroyed, I'm sorry.â
You swear youâve never been more stunned in your entire life.
And itâs only later, after Cadogan has the disciples drag everyone into a cell, after your fiance has betrayed you, that you realize something is wrong. You were so blinded by your joy at seeing him alive that you didn't even stop to really process his appearance. Not just the long hair or thick clothes, but the blank expression he gave all of you as soon as he stepped in the room. Any other time he would have burst in and tugged you and Octavia both into hugs, initiating the hugs first, not waiting for you to come to him. But now he just looks at all of you as if youâre a stranger.
And the realization hurts. The betrayal hurts too. You thought Bellamy joining Pike or not telling you about Echo was the worst thing he could ever do to you. But now you see that this is.Â
Whatever the hell this actually is.
You pray to the Universe that itâs a fluke. Heâs playing a part, knows something that you don't.
But something deep in your gut is telling you itâs not a fluke, and heâs not paying an angle.
Deep down, you know that Bellamy is lost to you.
Now, heâs a believer.
Now, heâs a disciple.
Which means that now, he is your enemy.Â
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Once Upon A Time Rewatch: 6x14 Page 23
Okay what episode do we have today?
Ah okay, a Regina centric. Thatâs cool.
Is that the same guard Snow stripped naked in 1x16? Whaaaat?! Just looked it up and it totally is! Awesome call back! Iâm going to name him Jim.
Oh my God, she killed Jim!!
Wait, so this has to be after Heart of Darkness.
The terrified look on that womanâs face when Regina strokes her chin, looks at her longingly and tells her she loves her. Omg Regina was in love with this woman all along! It was never about Daniel. It was about Christina! Iâm naming her Christina.âŻ
They are my otp now.
How did Tinker Bell get out of neverland? Pan decides when people leave, and I doubt heâd let her leave just to pay a visit with the Evil Queen. But then and again maybe it was all part of his big plan.
Oh. Pixie dust doesnât dictate who your true love is. It just shows you possibilities. Thatâs not what you said before, Tinker Bell!
Regina, we all know you spared her because sheâs your ex-girlfriend.
Actually, this visit from Tinker Bell is odd because she doesnât seem angry at all like when she, like, wanted to kill Regina in 3x03. How did she go from, âokay. I lost my wings because of you but itâs all cool. I just want my otp together.â to âIâm gonna f***ing drug you with pixie dust and rip your heart out!â?
Also, this is the Evil Queen I like to see. So cold, terrifying and breaking on the inside. Iâm not a fan of the humorous one in 6x02. I wish Split Queen was more like this as well. Ah different writers and director. Interesting.
Split Queen: ââŚnot some burlap-loving peasant who sleeps on dirt.â Wish Robin: âExcuse me, I sleep on hay.â Important distinction!
Snowâs so excited about the wedding, bless her.
Lol Zelena just drags Emmaâs hand to look at her ring. My girl loves shiny things! And how could I forget, her otp is getting married! She is in heaven right now!
I love Emma just casually talking to Zelena like theyâre gal pals at a sleepover. More of this please!âŻ
I can see what sqers say about this scene. Regina really does look hurt by the notion of Emma getting married. There is no heterosexual reason for her to react like this unless sheâs in love with Hook. I think this is the only time they hug. Man, I feel so bad for sqers because upon this rewatch I can really see where they are coming from with that interpretation. Itâs definitely there. And then they hug because Emmaâs getting married to someone else. I would be so upset if that was my otp. What am I talking about, I watched 10 seasons of Smallville as a hardcore Chloe x Clark shipper. I think this exact scenario played out and it freaking hurts!âŻ
In other news, I am so in love with Snow. Have I mentioned that? I feel like I havenât mentioned it in a while and it needs to be said.âŻ
Iâm also in love with David, in case you forgot. I want to join their marriage. Can I join their marriage? Iâm joining their marriage. Emma, Iâm your mummy now. Donât think about the age difference too much.âŻ
Iâve eaten a lot of chocolate already today. Can you tell? I feel so alive! I want to share my social security number and be freeee!! I am trying to block out my anxiety about having to move house again next friday. Yep, thatâs right, 4th place in two years. I think I will write all of these high on chocolate.
What would happen if you cut your hair with those sheers? Or your garden bush? No, that is not a euphemism, you dirty bastards (affectionate).âŻ
I havenât had a haircut in 10 years. Holy cow! Thatâs why my afro is so big, itâs full of secrets.âŻ
Nemo is your dad now, Hook. Even though Iâm pretty sure heâs a lot younger than you.âŻ
He called him âMy boy.â hehe.
I remember when I thought Hook and Rumple had the same mother. That would have been quite the twist.
I thought that vase of flowers was a giant cauliflower. Did you know broccoli, cauliflower, cabbages, brussels sprouts and turnips are all related? I wonder what thanksgivings are like when they all get together. Probably not fun for them.âŻ
See what I did there xD?âŻ
Emma: âThis is my fault. Iâm the one who convinced you to bring him here. Itâs on me.â Regina: âEmma, you donât have anything to make up for. You were just trying to help.â Omg, this compared to when she told Emma sheâd ruined her life because Emma saved Marian. The development. I really appreciate this change because I nearly lost it with Regina when that was her attitude.âŻ
Screw it, Iâm making bean enchiladas. Brb. Iâll save you some!
Iâm back! Theyâre in the oven. Anyone wants the recipe hmu! Theyâre veggie!âŻ
You just know Split Queen and Wish Robin have a sexy dungeon in their castle. They just do.
Enchanted ropes would have been useful in so many situations.
The enchiladas are ready! Repeat after me, Becky: âI will remember oven gloves this time, I will remember oven gloves this time.â
Robin is so into Split Queen. He wants her to live with him and everything, even though they just met.âŻ
I donât think that arrow would have taken her to Robin since it takes her to the thing she loves most. She canât love someone sheâs never met. We all know it would shoot Christina right in the ass. Thatâs true love biatches! Evil Peasant 5ever!
Oh snap! Emma found Hook looking at himself killing her grandfather??! I completely forgot about this!
Why does she say, âThatâs Davidâs fatherâ? Why doesnât she say, âThatâs my grandfather,â or âThatâs my dadâs dadâ? She hasnât called her dad âDavidâ in years. Itâs like sheâs trying to separate herself from the victim as much as possible.
Sheâs not even a little bit upset he killed her dadâs dad? That that event caused her father so much pain? Sheâs just infuriated that he tried to burn his memory. I mean, yes, she should be angry about that but whereâs the empathy for her dad at least? I didnât know any of my grandfathers well but if I found out I was engaged to someone who did that I would be angry forâŻmy grandparent, angry for my parent and angry for myself. Iâm just speechless that thatâs all she cares about. It seems so out of character. But then and again Regina had her other grandad killed.âŻ
And now heâs gonna leave because he rightfully got told off. Canât say Iâd offer the same thing but she said, âuntil youâre readyâ not âyouâll never be readyâ, dude.âŻ
I think heâs just scared David will punch him in the face at this point. Itâs the only explanation for doing the exact opposite thing Emma asked of him.
âCaptain Hook is always welcome on the Nautilus.â More like welcome on the naughty list after that stunt.
She doesnât want a man, Henry Sr. She just confessed her deep, passionate, sexual love for Christina like 20 minutes ago, remember? Sometimes I wonder why I bother. Itâs not even subtext, dude. Get it together, man.
Why donât they fight themselves with magic?
Her dad is so heartbroken the person Regina hates most is herself.âŻ
That is really sad that the person she hates most his herself. I can relate.
Yes! Launch those apples at yourself!âŻ
My conversations with myself be like-
Oh boy. This is too reminiscent of conversations with myself. Yes, I sword fight myself wearing a fancy black, cleavage-revealing dress in my head all the time. Only joking, I wear trilby hats.âŻ
Oh okay. Now theyâre tying each other up. I see what this is really about. I still havenât bleached the âwe do like it rough, donât we Regina?â line from my mind.âŻ
I suppose she did take back some of her own darkness. But I was hoping she would just merge herself back together. That would have been a really predictable outcome, but I just would have preferred it.âŻ
This scene is so weird lol, but it helped me tremendously. I used to hate myself so, so much. You donât even understand. It was like a violent hatred for myself for not fitting in and for every single little mistake Iâd ever made. Then with a lot of self- healing and the help of this episode I began my journey into loving myself. I wrote on a sticky note âLove yourself. If the Evil Queen can do it, so can you.â and stuck it to my wall. Nothing Iâve done is comparable to what the Evil Queen has done and if she can learn to love herself, why canât everyone else. Anyone whoâs struggling with self-hatred, please take this episode to heart. You are worthy of love, most importantly from yourself. Any time you find yourself hating yourself just try to remember this scene and that the flipping Evil Queen of all people recognised the importance of self-love and didnât give a damn what anyone else thought. She damn well gave herself a chance. Iâve heard a good technique is looking in the mirror and telling yourself what you love about you. Even if youâre not feeling it at first, you could get into the habit of it and your brain will start to accept those words as true. Because they are true.
Aww she sees the Charmings as her family.âŻ
Regina: âit did give me hope when I needed it most, and that is just as important.â Oh my God, preach the word Regina! Regina is preaching with fire today!âŻ
Itâs like sheâs having a therapy session with herself. I need to do that. I really do. Then I need to get actual therapy lol xD. But baby steps!âŻ
Okay. A loophole as to how he can change Split Queenâs story. You know what, at this point Iâve learnt just to go with it.
Can Snow and Zelena be best friends? Please. Itâs literally all I want in life. And to join Snowingâs marriage. Iâm not asking for much. Iâll talk about it in self-therapy.
Henryâs got Gideonâs haircut now. He wants to be cool like his uncle.
I want to look at myself with the love and adoration Regina looks at herself with. We should all get to that point where we look like weâre about to intensely make out with ourselves when we look in the mirror.âŻ
I know what they were doing with page 23. I just wish Split Queen had changed her outfit so it could have been exactly like the page illustration. But I donât think it was meant to predict the future. It was just one of Isaacâs fanfictions, wasnât it? Hmm. I think it was a mystery to him as well if I can remember correctly.
Itâs nice that oq shippers got their ship in the end in one form.
Snow is just constantly high up to her eyeballs on hope, bless her.âŻ
Emma needs a dog. She seems like such a dog person.
Also, that enchilada was yumilicious, if I do say so myself.
#ouat#once upon a time#regina mills#emma swan#the evil queen#ouat 6x14#6x14 page 23#ouat rewatch#ouat rewatch 2019
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A Long Way Back - Part 1 of 2
Pairing: Gerard Way x Female Reader
Rating: General
Requested By: Anon
Word Count: ~7,900 total, ~3400 in part 1
Authorâs Note: This request asked for current Gerard with a singer who is younger and to be honest, I started this request immediately when I got it, but Iâve been picking it up and putting it down on and off since then. I was inspired by His Smile Will Keep You Safe by @xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx and I Know Iâll Lose by @sunsetinmyvein âand while this story is nowhere near as long as their stories, I hope that you guys enjoy it regardless. Iâve also thrown together a playlist if youâre interested as well
âWe are Garden of Woe and donât you ever forget it! Thank you Milwaukee!â (YN) shouted as the band hit their final notes and the lights went out. The crowd was cheering and (YN) felt that addicting mix of adrenaline and exhaustion that she always felt after an amazing show.
âThat show was sick!â Liam the guitarist raved and (YN) nodded enthusiastically as she took a swig from her water bottle on the way backstage.
âHey guys, great show as usual,â their manager Clark grinned when they walked in the dressing room. âCan I get your attention for a second?â
(YN) looked at her bandmates, a look of confusion shared amongst them. âWhatâs going on?â
âI didnât wanna tell you guys before the show and have yall be in your heads, butâ he paused. âYouâve been asked to open for My Chemical Romance on their US reunion tour.â
(YN) thought she was about to either faint, puke, or die on the spot. âClark donât fuck with us.â
âIâm not fucking with you.â
âOh my god, this is, oh my god,â Jake the drummer muttered, a far away look in his eyes as Rebecca the bass player just stood there with a shocked look on her face.
(YN) sunk down on the couch, legs unable to support her anymore. âI had just hoped to get tickets to one of those shows,â she said with an astonished laugh, holding her head in her hands.
âWell if you accept, youâre gonna be going to every show, getting paid to be there, and getting more exposure than you ever could dream of,â Clark replied.
âI think I speak for everyone when I say hell yes!â Liam exclaimed, the rest of the band agreeing instantly.
âThen itâs settled, Iâll get in touch with their management tomorrow morning and you better get ready because youâre about to go on a wild ride.â
~
To (YN) it felt like an instant and an eternity at the same time before Garden of Woe departed for the first stop of the MCR reunion tour. A lot of buzz had been building around their band since it was announced that they, along with Taking Back Sunday for the first half of the tour and Crystal Lake Cemetery for the second half, would be opening the shows.
âAre you so stoked Becs? Are you? Are you?!â Liam shouted, shaking Rebeccaâs shoulders excitedly as their bus rolled down the highway.
âIf you keep doing that Iâm going to barf on you,â Rebecca snapped back.Â
Everyoneâs nerves had been on edge since Clark had told them the news and arguments had been erupting about things like the setlist, or what their merch would look like, and the tension only seemed to grow the closer they got to the start of the tour. Rebecca wouldn't even return (YN)'s calls for a week over a debate about what they should be wearing on stage.Â
âOh my god Liam, I say this with all the love in the world, but please shut the fuck up,â (YN) muttered.
Liam, with his endless energy, bounced across the tour bus to where (YN) was sitting and climbed onto her lap. âYou! This is literally what youâve been talking about since you were 16 years old! This is why we formed Garden of Woe, why weâve been struggling and starving for a decade!â
âI know, but youâre never gonna see the stage if you keep bugging everyone like this,â (YN) retorted to her friend in her lap.
âWhat are you gonna say when you finally meet them?â
âWill we even meet them?â (YN) asked, trying to sound aloof. She had been trying not to think about actually meeting the band that she had been obsessed with and saved her life when she was a depressed teenager back in 2004. When she and Liam founded Garden of Woe, she modeled her stage presence on Gerardâs after watching hours of live performance videos. When My Chem announced they were getting back together back on Halloween 2019, (YN) cried tears of joy for hours and they did an extra encore of just MCR covers at their show that night.
âWeâre gonna be on the road with them for two months, of course we are,â Jake replied.
(YN) groaned. âI canât deal with this right now,â she grumbled, pushing Liam off her before climbing into her bunk.
A while later Clark was calling her name to come out as they had arrived at the first venue. âAlright, here is the itinerary: you guys have soundcheck at 5:30, doors are at 6:30, youâre on at 7:30. After your set, you should get to the main merch booth to sign things for the fans, but you can watch Taking Back Sunday and My Chem if youâd prefer. Then two hours after My Chem finishes, we load back in and itâs on to the next stop.â
(YN) glanced at her phone, it was just before 2 PM, which meant they had hours before their soundcheck. Hours to build up more nervous energy, to possibly run into My Chem or Taking Back Sunday, another band sheâd looked up to for just as long.
The bus rolled to a stop and they grabbed the things theyâd need for the show that night and headed inside. There were other big black busses already parked outside and roadies moving things around.
âThis is real, this is really real. This is the biggest thing weâve ever done and weâre really here,â Rebecca said, totally astonished as (YN) linked arms with her.Â
âIâm really trying not to think about it,â (YN) replied. Even from the back of the stadium they could hear the crowd already waiting out front. When they got to the door, they flashed their badges and were escorted to their dressing room.
âDo we just wait here? Can we go walk around? I wanna go check everything out,â Liam babbled excitedly.
âHow much coffee did you drink today, dude?â (YN) asked, trying to keep the nerves out of her voice.
âNone. Come on, letâs get out there and meet our tourmates! Who is with me? (YN), Jake, Becs?â
Rebecca rolled her eyes. âIâm gonna try to calm down and center myself and not piss off the people who are employing us.â
âIâll go,â Jake replied.
âYea me too, get it over with,â (YN) mumbled. Sheâd met so many people touring and opening for bands she looked up to that it shouldnât make her nervous, but Gerard, Mikey, Ray and Frank were legendary. The three bandmates started to wander the halls, peeking in doors until they heard people talking.Â
âIs this happening? Are we about to meet them?â (YN) looked at Liam, her heart hammering.
âCome on,â he said, grabbing her elbow and leading the way. ââScuse me, sorry to interrupt, but we wanted to introduce ourselves. We are Garden of Woe.â
âHey, nice to finally meet you guys, Iâm Gerard,â Gerard said, getting up to shake their hands. Jake and Liam introduced themselves like normal humans, but (YN) was screaming internally.
âIâm (YN),â she squeaked, and Gerard gave her an amused smile and she was certain her brain melted. Then all the sudden she was introducing herself to Mikey, Frank, and Ray as well and it was as if she had transcended to another plane of existence. She listened as they easily made conversation with Jake and Liam, but she couldnât put together a coherent thought to join in.
âAre you ok?â she heard someone asking. Shaking her head to pull herself out of her thoughts, she realized it was Gerard.
âYea, yea, thanks, just kinda overwhelmed by everything thatâs going on,â she admitted.
Gerard nodded. âYea, being back in the tour life has been kinda weird. Overwhelming, like you said.â
âFor sure. And I donât wanna seem like, I dunno, a crazed fan, but I have to tell you, Iâve been listening to you guys since I was 16 when Three Cheers came out. It got me through so much and your performance style inspired me so much and how I perform and yea. Sorry to ramble, I just had to get that off my chest, I wonât bug you about it again,â (YN) said with another shake of her head as she put her hands over her face. She didnât know why, but tears were stinging at her eyes. âSo sorry.â
âDonât be,â he replied and he reached out and rubbed her arm. âWe saw you guys performing and thatâs why we asked you to come out with us. You have a lot of talent.â
âWell thank you, this is literally a dream come true,â (YN) blushed. Receiving a compliment like that from Gerard Way himself was mind blowing.
âMy Chem, youâre up for soundcheck,â someone with a headset called from the doorway.
âWeâll see you around,â Gerard waved as they made their way out the door. After the band was gone (YN), Jake, and Liam stood alone in the dressing room silently for a moment.
âHoly fucking hell we just met My Chemical Romance!â Liam shrieked.
âI know!â (YN) shouted in reply, throwing her arms around her friends in a celebratory hug.
~
"(YN). Earth to (YN)," Liam said, pulling her from her thoughts. "You ready?"
"No, not at all," she replied and Liam could see the fear in her face. It had been a long time since he had seen her that nervous before a performance.Â
"You got this," he said to (YN). "We all got this, come on!"
Just then the stage lights dimmed and the crowd roared like she'd never heard before. The other three took their places on stage. "Fuck it," she muttered to herself and ran out on stage.
45 minutes later Garden of Woe was taking their bow and hurrying off stage so the roadies could switch out their equipment for Taking Back Sundayâs. The four bandmates were wrapping each other in sweaty hugs and jumping up and down, as the set had gone better than they ever could have hoped. After cleaning themselves up a bit, they went to the merch booth and signed autographs and took photos for a while, but the line cleared out again once Taking Back Sunday went on. After they finished, there wasn't much time before MCR were going to take the stage, so (YN) hurried backstage and found a crate to sit on and watch while the greatest band of their generation took the stage.
The show was absolutely awe inspiring; to watch the way Ray shredded on his guitar, the way Frank and Mikey moved around the stage, but most of all watching Gerard. He was a natural on stage, even after all this time away from it. While she had watched enough interviews on youtube to know that he was soft spoken, the way he turned that off and started to just command the stage and the crowd was incredible. What she couldnât believe was that no one else was with her watching the show. Did they not realize what an opportunity they were missing she wondered.
"Enjoying the show?" Gerard asked when they came off stage before the encore.
"So much! You're kicking so much ass out there!" She beamed and the guys all laughed in appreciation.
Once the show was over and everyone was cleaned up, the bands all came together to celebrate a little before it was time to reboard the busses. The drinks were flowing for everyone that partook as people talked happily, but (YN) found herself without a place to sit until she decided to crash on Liam's lap.
Ray smiled as he walked over to them. âHey, howâd the first show go?â
âAmazing!â Liam grinned.
âSo amazing, but you guys, holy shit!â (YN) gushed. âI suppose when youâve played together for so long you donât just lose that, even after a break.â
"Thatâs true,â Ray nodded. âHow long have you been a band?â
âAbout ten years,â (YN) replied. âWe talked about it in high school, but neither of us could play an instrument, and life was so hard back then. We couldnât get our shit together until after he graduated from college. It's only really been in the last few years we've been able to find some success with it.â
âSo are you two together?" Ray asked, looking between the pair.
"Oh nooo," (YN) laughed. "Liam's practically my brother."
"And I'm gay," Liam interjected.
"And there's that," (YN) nodded.
âWell you guys have a real dynamic that works,â Ray shrugged. The way he treated them as if they were equals to everyone else on the tour was exactly the confidence boost (YN) needed as the tour got started.
~
The next few days of the tour were very much the same. Rolling into town, hurry up and wait, getting to know the guys in the other bands, and then finally getting on stage. After signing for fans, (YN) would rush backstage to watch MCR perform, and after that everyone would gather again until it was time to load back into the busses to the next town.
Each day was a little less nerve-wracking than the last and (YN) finally felt like she was coming out of her shell. Sheâd hoped that Rebecca would be her right-hand woman, since there were so few other women out on the tour, but Rebecca had been heading straight to the busses after the shows, instead of hanging out with everyone else.
âDo you have any idea whatâs up with Becs?â (YN) asked the other two members of the band after their soundcheck.
âNope,â Jake replied quickly before heading back behind his kit again.
âJust go talk to her,â Liam suggested.
(YN) grumbled before nodding and heading back to the dressing room. âHey Becs!â (YN) said as chipperly as she could muster. âAre you gonna hang with us after the show tonight? I miss hanging out with you, and the guys are all super fun to talk to.â
âI dunno, maybe,â she replied, but (YN) couldnât get a read on her mood.
âWhat are you gonna wear tonight? I was thinking my Mikey Fuckin Way shirt that I cropped,â (YN) said turning to their wardrobe rack.
âIâm gonna go to the bathroom,â Rebecca said before quickly turning and almost running out of the room. Moments later Liam came in.
âWhat the hell was that about?â
âI have no idea dude, I tried though, I really did.â
Despite the weirdness between Rebecca and the rest of the band, the show went well. (YN) again ducked out early from their signing to catch the MCR show from her favorite spot at the side of the stage. She couldnât help but wonder if she was imagining things, but it seemed like whenever Gerard looked her way, heâd always smile just at her.
âStill enjoying the show?â Gerard asked when he came off stage before their encore.
âIâve got years of not seeing you guys live to catch up on, Iâm never gonna get sick of it,â she laughed.
Gerard nodded. âI caught your show tonight, you guys are really killin it.â
(YN) could have sworn her soul left her body for a moment. âR-really?â
âYea, I really-â
âGee, weâre back on,â Ray said tapping him on the shoulder.
(YN) waved him off as he went back on stage and the crowd roared again. She tried to keep from screaming herself, but for an entirely different reason.
At the end of the show, everyone convened as usual for the post-show celebration. (YN) was glad to find that Rebecca had joined the group, even if she was mostly just talking to Jake. She had meant to talk to her, but got pulled into a conversation with Adam instead.
âOk, but can you teach me to swing the mic like you do and not kill someone?â (YN) asked with a laugh.Â
âSure thing, how âbout after your sound check tomorrow?â Adam offered.
âPerfect, canât wait!â (YN) grinned, but in the corner Rebecca was rolling her eyes.
From the other side of the room Mikey was trying to talk to Gerard, but he was noticeably distracted. Following his brotherâs line of sight, realized Gerard was watching (YN)âs animated conversation with Adam. He bumped his shoulder into Gerardâs.Â
âYou really are into (YN) arenât you?â Mikey asked with a knowing smile and Gerard just shrugged dejectedly. âWhy donât you just ask her out or something?â
âI canât,â Gerard replied.
âWhy not?â
âBecause.â
âBecause why? Why? What good reason do you have?â Mikey argued.
âBecause Iâm older than her, because I donât want her to feel obligated to spend time with me just because weâre on this tour together. Because Iâm not⌠Iâm not the Gerard Way I used to be.â
"What the fuck does that mean?" Mikey asked sternly.
"I know I'm not a sexy rock star anymore, I'm a divorced dad with grey in his hair and," he sighed. "You know what I mean."
"Gee, you know you're in a better place now in so many ways than you were before. Stop talking yourself out of it.â
Gerard just grumbled in response. He knew his brother was right, he was better off now than he was ten years ago, worlds better than he was even longer ago than that. But he couldnât help but worry that (YN) wouldnât be interested in him. At least not the current version of him.Â
But that didnât change how he felt about her
~
The next stop on the tour was Riot Fest, but Garden of Woe would not actually be opening for My Chem and Taking Back Sunday. They had been relegated to one of the smaller side stages earlier in the day. (YN) and Liam were hanging out on the curb outside their bus in the warm, mid September Chicago air when Frank and Gerard came by.
âHey, when are you guys on today?â Frank asked.
âAt 4:30, why?â Liam answered
Frank climbed in between the two and pulled out his phone. âGerard is always talking about how awesome your show is, so I was gonna promote you guys.â
(YN) looked up at Gerard who smiled shyly. âWell Gerard, why donât you get in on this too then,â she smiled.
âSure,â he nodded and sat down next to her as Liam took Frankâs phone and held it out so he could get everyone in the shot.
âHey guys, weâre at Riot Fest, and before we play tonight, you gotta go check out our friends Garden of Woe," Frank said to the camera.
â4:30 on the Riot Stage,â (YN) added, flashing a peace sign before Liam finished recording. âThanks guys, we really appreciate it. I donât know how many people would be stopping by our set without the promo.â
âWell they should be, like I said before, youâre amazing,â Gerard replied as (YN) looked over at him with a soft smile. Over (YN)âs shoulder, Liam and Frank were exchanging knowing looks.
Hours later the band was waiting off stage, a few minutes before they were due to go on for their set.
âHoly shit, I didnât expect the crowd this big,â Jake said after peaking out.
âI guess Frankâs post worked,â Liam shrugged.
âWhat post?â Rebecca asked.
âThis one,â (YN) replied, pulling out her phone and pulling up the post sheâd bookmarked. She let the video play, smiling happily at the four of them on the screen.
âLook at you all cozy with My Chem, what a surprise,â Rebecca deadpanned.
(YN) shot her a confused look and was about to open her mouth when Liam interjected.
âHa, look at these comments,â Liam said, snatching the phone away. âPeople are totally shipping you and Gerard, (YN).â
âShut up, no they arenât,â she replied, but could feel her cheeks burning red.
âYea they are, look!â He said pointing them out. (YN) scrolled through and couldnât help but feel honored that people would think that she and Gerard made a cute couple. She could only imagine what itâd really be like.
âDonât we have a show to play?â Rebecca asked snidely, snapping her from her thoughts.
âBecs is right, come on letâs get ready.â (YN) nodded, putting her phone away.
The energy of the crowd was great, and the fans that were up front were actually singing along, which brought a smile to (YN)âs face. An even bigger smile crossed her face when she glanced at the side of the stage and saw Gerard and Frank were there watching the show too.
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Essays in Existentialism: Troublemaker (Before)
Previously on Troublemaker
âSee! Youâre having a good time!â
The music pulsated through the streets, and Lexa didnât care that her sister was gloating because she really was having a good time despite all intentions otherwise. The sun was bright and glaring without a cloud in the sky, and downtown was brimming with all colors, alive and vibrant, celebrating. And she as swept up in it, proud and overflowing with the music and freedom of being completely herself and being completely unknown in the crowd.Â
Itâd been a hard fought battle for her to agree to come with her sister to Pride, but she didnât have anything else to do, and because of Anyaâs need to be an overachiever, something they both ascribed to genetics, she was going to be doing an internship and leaving soon enough, thus cutting their summer together incredibly short. The guilt and her sisterâs incessant need to prove a point brought them downtown for the day, and Lexa was almost okay with it.
âI knew you would like it,â Anya gloated, dancing around with her sister in the pulsating group of bodies at the concert in the park.Â
âIs it always like this?âÂ
A gaggle of scantily-clad men moved through in nothing but speedos and suspenders, and Lexa let one of them grab her and twirl her around. The entire day, sheâd been absolutely adored and adoring of everyone around her. An inundation of love and support was enough to make her unsure of how to go back to real life.
Her sister watched as Lexa danced, hands up, smiling wide and overjoyed. She enjoyed the fact that her sister came out to her and she could actually do something about it. Though straight, Anya spent her first two years of college taking a crash course in gay when her random roommate was a very out and very proud girl who liked to use Anya as a wngman. She was incredibly helpful in coming up with things to help Lexa feel normal and supported, and Anya was going ot be the best big sister possible. She was that type A.
âPride is always like this,â Anya promised. âAnd you get to be super gay anytime you want. Isnât that great?âÂ
âYouâre worse than mom and dad. Theyâre like oddly proud to have a gay kid.âÂ
âNah, just because youâre you.âÂ
âShut up,�� Lexa rolled her eyes and moved, wiggling around, goofy and carefree.Â
For the entire day, the sisters moved through the crowds, checking out vendors, eating delicious food, listening to speakers, and got decked out in glowing necklaces and rainbows painted on their faces. It was exhausting to be so gay, but Lexa finally understood what sheâd been missing in her fear of joining the GSA, and her fear of being out at school. She hadnât thought about how wonderful it would be to not have to worry about hiding, or at least, not actively living.Â
âThank you,â Lexa offered, as the pair stood on the side of the road for the parade. She hugged her sister as the sun began to set between the tall buildings. âThis has been the best day of my life.â
âYouâre a sap.âÂ
âI am not.âÂ
âYou are.âÂ
âIâm not,â she smiled and danced around, her sister not used to such a carefree girl in front of her. âIâm just super gay-- Oops, Iâm so sorr--â
Lexa stopped moving after bumping into someone behind her, not paying attention and living her life too widely and too queerly for such a confined area. She gaped and stared at the body she bumped into, more mortified than sheâd been in her entire life.Â
The body came attached to a pretty face. A familiar face. A face with bright blue eyes, and a mischievous grin and a messy bunch of wavy blonde hair. A face that had a tongue ring. A face that was attached to the girl who protested the Sadie Hawkins dance, the pep rally, and last year single handedly turned the swimming pool pink for womenâs history month.This was the same face that Lexa couldnât help but stare at anytime she walked by in the halls at school. This was the face that didnât even know she existed.Â
Clarke Griffin stared back in equal parts amazement at the girl who did the bumping. In all of her wildest dreams, she never imagined Lexa Woods, class president, Academic Decathlon team captain, Student of the Quarter, perfect attendance-winning, overall adorable nerd, would be standing next to her at Pride. And not just standing-- dancing, covered in rainbows, and smiling in something other than a primly put together button up shirt with a schedule strapped to her chest.Â
âClarke,â Lexa gulped, unable to say anything else, unable to hide her fear and confusion. âI-I-I⌠Iâm sorry. I didnât mean to bump into you. I was just⌠um⌠âÂ
âItâs okay. Kind of close quarters and you were just being super queer,â she returned gracefully as she eyed the entire being of Lexa on summer break. âI didnât think Iâd run into anyone here. I thought everyone left for summer.âÂ
âWhat are you doing here?âÂ
âOh, Iâm always recruiting people for my zine. Intersectional politics and good music with a queer tint. Honestly, itâs whatever anyone submits. We set up a tiny booth,â Clarke explained, rambling slightly. âAnd Iâm kind of gay.âÂ
âKind of?âÂ
This was incredibly new and important news to Lexa, even if she didnât know what to do with it.The entire school knew that Clarke ran with the same crowd, a crowd Lexa didnât know anything about other than idle gossip. And it always looked like she was very close to Bellamy Blake. Romantically close.Â
âBi.â
âYou have to go?âÂ
âNo-- no⌠Iâm bisexual.âÂ
Lexa felt her face burn and she wanted to melt into a puddle, right there in the early June evening. Maybe disappear into the sewer and wash away into the sea for the rest of time. But she didnât. Instead, she just stood there, in front of the biggest badass tough guy hot girl sheâs ever seen in her entire life.Â
It was the longest theyâd ever spoken, and sheâd ruined it in under three minutes after learning that Clarke was gay-ish.
âThatâs cool,â she finally managed, earning a small smile.Â
Clarke pushed some hair away from her face and scratched her neck, using the pause to look at Lexaâs legs. She couldnât help it. She didnât try too much.Â
âIs this your first Pride?âÂ
âIs it that obvious?â Lexa sighed, bashful at her display.Â
âNo, you look cute. I like the festiveness.âÂ
That didnât help anything at all. Lexa looked around for her sister who made herself busy talking to other people and not at all available to bail her out of saying anymore words.Â
âIâm gay,â Lexa finally blurted after a prolongued moment of silence.Â
âThatâs cool.âÂ
âThanks.âÂ
A shout reached them over the noise of the parade, and both looked in that direction.Â
âI have to um,â Clarke looked over her shoulder at the group that was calling her name. âI have to go catch up with my friends.â
âRight, yeah, definitely.âÂ
âIt was good to see you, Woods,â she grinned as she backed away. âI hope I get to bump into you again.âÂ
âRight, yeah! Me, uh. Me too,â Lexa nodded.  Â
With another wave, Clarke was gone, swept up by her friends as they moved through the crowd. Lexa caught the look that Clarke gave her over her shoulder and she smiled because she got a look back. It might not have meant anything, but it still felt kind of good.Â
âYour first Pride, and youâre getting chatted up by a grade A hottie. Iâm impressed,â her sister slung her arm over her shoulder.Â
âThat was just a girl from school.âÂ
âShe was not what I pictured for your type.âÂ
âI donât-- I donât have a type,â Lexa furrowed.Â
âEveryone does. It just so happens that yours seems to be punk baddies with probable daddy issues.âÂ
âThereâs no way you could know--â
âShe was digging you too, by the way.âÂ
âThereâs no-- I donât-- She wouldnât-- That was-- No,â Lexa shook her head.Â
âTrust me. Iâve seen gay relief, and that girl was gay relieved you were gay.âÂ
âThatâs not a thing.âÂ
âDonât be mad because i have my ear to the ground in the gay community,â Anya shook her head. âIâll have you know that Kaitlyn said Iâd make a great lesbian.â
âPlease let me die right here.âÂ
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The library on Fourth Street was nearly always empty around the end of lunch time. It seemed to empty out come the hottest part of the day with the normal crowd of parents and kids looking to stay busy during the long summer hours came in for story time and craft projects.Â
With no particular impetus to move quickly, Lexa pushed her cart of returns through the aisles and rearranged any messy or disorganized stacks she found. But her head wasnât particularly in it.Â
Instead, Lexa thought about Pride, and replayed the entire interaction with a certain mild degenerate who had a pretty smile, who called her cute, she realized, halfway through overanalyzing it again for the hundredth time. All she could wonder was if this is what having a crush felt? And if so, was it possible to have crush after just three minutes? Nothing really prepared her for this. How could it? He didnât have time for a crush. She only had to focus and get into the school she wanted. And then she could be who she thought she might want to be.Â
âHey Woods.âÂ
Lexa stopped as she turned to the next aisle, only to find the exact subject of her internal debate. There was a book tucked into her elbow as she retracted an arm reached out to grab something on a top shelf. Lexa looked to her bare arms, and then to her hips where a flannel was tied, and only subtly hiding her short shorts and some of the long legs and Lexa was gay.Â
âI know itâs a library, but Iâm sure you can talk a little bit,â Clarke smiled.Â
Sunglasses tucked and holding her hair up out of her face, the girl had a motorcycle helmet tucked into the same elbow as the book.Â
âHey,â Lexa managed.Â
âYou work here?âÂ
âYeah, just doing some little things, stacking, kids story time and stuff.âÂ
âSounds fun,â Clarke nodded. She leaned against the shelf behind her and watched Lexa push her glasses up on the bridge of her nose. This was the Lexa she was used to seeing, and it did nothing to make her less interested, which was insanely weird.Â
âHere for anything good?âÂ
âUh, just some of the summer reading for Lit. And Iâm kind of interested in a few SAT practice books. I took it already, but thereâs one more that I can take before applications are due, and Iâd like to see if I can do a little better.âÂ
It certainly wasnât the reason Lexa expected, but she should have known better to expect anything from someone she really didnât know other than through stories of stories of stories from other people.Â
âSounds like you have a busy summer planned.âÂ
Clarke laughed and ducked her head and Lexa tried not to be entranced by the action.Â
âHave to keep busy between the protests and debauchery.âÂ
âRight, same.âÂ
âEveryone kind of left for the summer, it seems. Itâs kind of nice, isnât it?âÂ
âI was thinking the same thing,â Lexa agreed. âI miss my friends, but Iâve gotten a lot of things done.âÂ
âIâm sure youâre already done with the summer homework.âÂ
âNo⌠well, just most of it.âÂ
âWeâre two weeks into summer break, Woods,â Clarke pretended to admonish. Lexa shrugged, slightly guilty. âWeâre going to have to find something to keep you busy.âÂ
âI think work will take care of that.âÂ
âYouâre forgetting that I saw you at Pride. I know that you know how to have fun,â she teased, wiggling her eyebrows slightly. âAnd I know that you find me absolutely irresistible and cute.âÂ
âHow could you possibly know that?âÂ
âSo you admit it then?âÂ
âWhat? No,â Lexa shook her head and pushed her cart down the row, looking for the place to put the next in her pile.Â
But Clarke wasnât ready to leave, and she hung around, pushing off of the shelf only to follow Lexa and hover closer than Lexa could almost handle.Â
âYou checked me out at Pride.âÂ
âI did not.âÂ
âYou did. I saw it. And you let me know you were interested in girls. If you didnât know yet, Iâm a girl, so the math seems to be adding up.âÂ
âCorrelation does not imply causation,â Lexa responded quickly. âYour logic is not at all close to sound.âÂ
âSo you donât like me?âÂ
âI donât even know you. If anything, I just find your face and,â Lexa moved her hand in Clarkeâs direction, âthat, all, pleasing.âÂ
âGood to know.âÂ
âWho even walks around telling people that they find them attractive. Itâs maddening to have that much confidence.âÂ
Lexa jammed the book into the shelf as Clarke leaned beside her, grinning that grin that meant she was amused. That was also maddening. All of it suddenly was maddening, and Lexa missed the quiet of her shelves and wished she could go back in time and not let herself go to Pride. Then she wouldnât have to see Clarke Griffin.Â
âI like to have a healthy opinion of myself.â Lexa snorted. âAnd you should have one of yourself. Want to know a secret?âÂ
It was the smile that did it. And the eyes. But Lexa looked at Clarke and softened somewhat. It was due to the proximity, she told herself. Nothing else that she could control.Â
âSure.âÂ
âI didnât really need these books,â Clarke offered. âI mean, I could have just ordered them online like a normal person. And I live closer to the Redwood Branch.âÂ
âThen whyâd you come here?âÂ
âHard to imagine youâre the valedictorian,â she chuckled. âI came to see you.âÂ
âMe?âÂ
âYeah. I saw you at Pride and was intrigued. Thought I might feel it out a little bit.âÂ
âWhy are you telling me this?âÂ
âWhy not, Woods?â Clarke sighed. âIâve got nothing but time and⌠well, I didnât know you were into girls.â
âHow can you be so just⌠How can you just say what youâre thinking?âÂ
âLots of practice,â she smiled.Â
âI could never imagine just⌠just⌠justâŚâ Lexa waved her hands around slightly as she tried to explain what she couldnât. âI couldnât just do that. What if it went badly?âÂ
âIs it going badly?âÂ
âNo, but-- wait. Maybe. What I mean isâŚâ It didnât help that Clarke was leaning closer and Lexa was stuck in the stacks with a girl that was flirting with her and sheâd never had that before and it was way better than she could have ever imagined. âWouldnât ou have been embarrassed if I just ignored you or something?âÂ
âOh yeah, big time,â Clarke nodded. âBut my dad used to tell me to do one thing every day that scared me. Figured Iâd get it done before dinnertime today.âÂ
She was charming and honest and refreshing and unlike anyone Lexa had ever met. It was a whirlwind.Â
âI have to finish this before my shift ends,â she tore her eyes away from Clarkeâs and looked back at her cart.Â
âRight, yeah, definitely,â Clarke agreed.Â
âI should do that.âÂ
âI should go check these out.âÂ
âMaybe Iâll see you around this summer.âÂ
âYeah,â Clarke grinned. âMaybe.âÂ
Lexa stood there as Clarke turned back toward reception.
âClarke-- I um,â Lexa watched as she turned around. âIâve never flirted⌠with anyone, really.âÂ
âThat is surprising news.âÂ
She could tell from her tone that it wasnât news, and Lexa pursed her lips and set her jaw. She stood a little straighter, steeling herself.Â
âI hope I see you around.âÂ
âWe do seem to keep running into each other.âÂ
With a final smile, Clarke winked and disappeared.Â
XXXXXXXXXX
Standing outside of the house on the corner, Clarke looked at the perfectly trimmed hedges and the flag that hung by the door. The lawn was manicured and neat, the house was beautiful, lit up and glowing with life inside in the waning light. It was in the suburbs and insanely suburban. A tire swing hung from a giant oak. A basketball hoop hung over the garage.Â
For the life of her, Clarke wasnât sure how she ended up here, except that she made herself stand awkwardly in front of Lexa Woodâs house. Three years ago, she met Lexa as a freshman, and instantly had a crush on the girl who argued with her in history class. But Clarke also decided to avoid having a crush on the cute girl who pushed up her glasses and tried very hard to be absolutely perfect.Â
She still kind of always had a crush, despite her refusal to admit it. For the past three years, Clarke tried to make Lexa smile from time to time. Sheâd do something stuipd and make sure Lexa was watching.Â
But Pride was one of the few times in the past year theyâd spoken. And Clarke was certain that now was her chance, so she took it. And after the library, she spent every day for a week and a half showing up at the library. She brought Lexa lunch a few times, followed her around the stacks, chatting and fully developing a crush. It was easy to do. Lexa was funny, and serious, and witty, and quiet, and smart, like ridiculously smart, and she wasnât afraid of Clarke, or intimidated. She debated her with vigor, had opinions, had plans, and more importantly, had dreams.Â
Clarke knew why she was standing on Lexaâs front porch, and she knew why she was slightly nervous to knock, she just hated someone being able to do that, in equal parts as much as she craved it.Â
She took a deep breath and reminded herself that this was good before she knocked.Â
âHey,â Lexa greeted her, smiling and pushing up her glasses as she does her best to not look winded from running to the door.Â
âHey,â Clarke sighs, matching her grin, forgetting all of the thoughts of before. âYou look really nice.âÂ
âThanks. I, uh, you too. I like the black eye in particular.âÂ
âOh, this?â she motioned toward the eye that had a little bruising. âJust, um. Bopped myself in the face while working out.âÂ
âWhat were you doing? Boxing?âÂ
âKrav Maga. My partner got a little overzealous.âÂ
âGoodness.âÂ
âIâll try to be extra charming to make up for my disfigurement. I hope your gentle eyes can make it past my horrible appearance.âÂ
âIâll do my best to look past it.â
âGood,â Clarke smiled and handed over a helmet. âAre you ready for the first date?âÂ
âAs ready as Iâll ever be.âÂ
They walked toward the motorcycle sitting near the curb. Clarke pressed her palm to the flat of Lexaâs back. She handed over a helmet and Lexa looked at it curiously.Â
âFor your protection. Have you ever ridden on anything like this before?âÂ
âIâve driven go karts.â
âNot the same thing,â Clarke chuckled. âHere, Iâll help.âÂ
The helmet eclipsed her, but Lexa tilted it upwards so that Clarkeâs skilled fingers could tighten the strap beneath it. She lifted the visor and watched Clarke work.Â
âI feel like a badass.âÂ
âYou are.âÂ
âDo I look the part?â Lexa asked, smiling slightly as Clarke hopped on the motorcycle and put on her own helmet.Â
âVery much,â she promised, flipping down both of their visors. âHold on tight.âÂ
The date wasnât anything fancy, but Clarke was hoping it was enough. They drove to the park, with Lexaâs arms wrapped tightly around her, and she took the long way, nice and slow, just for that reason.Â
The park was busy, fully of people ready to enjoy the evening and a movie. Clarke unloaded a blanket and her backpack full of snacks, fully prepared to show off her dateable skills. From what she knew about Lexa, she assumed it was her first first date, and she was going to set the bar extremely high.Â
Before the movie started, they talked about nothing in particular, and Clarke was careful to get in a little teasing, which Lexa returned, smiling the entire time, challenging her. During the movie, Clarke let Lexa lay her head on her lap, and shivered because she gave her the only sweatshirt she had.Â
Even after it ended, they remained, hanging out in the twilight and talking, hovering, close and unsure and happy. Later into the night, after another trip back to Lexaâs, Clarke bashfully stood on the porch and earned a hug and completely bungled the kiss, unable to read Lexa and unable to make herself that brave.Â
âDid you have a good time?â Clarke ventured, leaning against the railing.Â
âI really did. Thank you.âÂ
âMaybe we could do it again sometime.âÂ
âIâd like that.âÂ
âGood.â
âGood.âÂ
âGreat,â Clarke grinned.Â
âGreat.âÂ
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It was almost like a game at this point, for Lexa to stumble upon Clarke somewhere in the library during her shift. Rarely was it in the same place twice, and rarely was it when she was expecting it, though she found herself always looking forward to the smile and girl that sometimes brought her snacks.Â
For the first month of summer break, Lexa didnât even realize sheâd spent most of it talking to or spending time with Clarke Griffin. It just kind of happened, and she found herself getting attached. She found herself flirting, or so she thought. She definitely found herself flirted with, which was still so wonderful.Â
Clarke wasnât what sheâd thought. She was insanely frustrating and still too hot for her own good, and smarter than she wanted anyone to know, while at the same time being absolutely addicted to her moral code and herâs alone.Â
In a month, Lexa learned that Clarke was not in a gang, despite everyone thinking it was a gang, but rather had a close knit group of friends that occasionally contributed to shenanigans of a disruptive nature. She learned that she was a hell of an artist, sketching things here and there, and when they ventured out on a hike or spent time lounging around, showed her sketchbook very timidly. She learned that Clarkeâs father died three years ago, and that was where she disappeared to freshman year. She learned that Clarke liked to work on her motorcycle herself instead of taking to a shop because she wanted to feel closer to her father. Lexa spent an entire afternoon learning parts of the bike and helping with an oil change.Â
For an entire month, Clarke pushed Lexa. She pushed her to go on dates. She pushed her to jump off of the old bridge foundation at the river when they went swimming. She pushed her to watch a few movies she wasnât sure of. She pushed her to egg street signs for the first time ever.Â
âExcuse me, but Iâm looking for a book about a cute librarian who has a crush on a girl named Clarke. Know where I can find that?âÂ
Lexa smiled despite herself as she turned the corner in one of the farther aisles in the libraryâs second floor.Â
âI was just thinking about you.âÂ
âAll good things I hope.âÂ
âMore or less.âÂ
That seemed like good enough for Clarke who returned Lexaâs smile. The two stood there, close in the tight aisle, but used to the proximity.Â
âI was wondering if youâd like to come over tonight. We could watch a movie and you could read my essay and give a million edit suggestions. Iâll even let you use your red pen.âÂ
âIt shows up better.âÂ
âYeah yeah,â Clarke humored her.Â
âIâll be over after dinner then.â
âGood.âÂ
âWere you leaving already?â Lexa furrowed as Clarke shoulder her backpack and shifted instead of getting comfortable or even grabbing some of the books to help her put back on the shelves.Â
âI have to see a guy about a thing.â
âJust a drive by today, and no snack?âÂ
âLike I would ever leave you wanting,â Clarke tskâd as she dug in her bag and pulled out Lexaâs favorite assortment of gummy bears. âI know what you like, Woods.âÂ
âYouâre spoiling me. Iâll have to start working out more often or Iâll be too slow for track.âÂ
âYouâre fit. I mean, youâre--â
âPerv.âÂ
âSometimes,â Clarke shrugged.Â
Lexa held her bag of snacks in her hand and smiled at them softly. She saw Clarkeâs shoes nearly touching her own, and when she looked up, she realized how close they truly were. But she didnât move. She just stood there and tried to figure out what Clarkeâs eyes were saying, because they were furrowed until they werenât, and then there was a peace there, a decisive calm.Â
Lexa felt a hand on her shirt, grasping it near her heartbeat. Clarke paused before she did it, waiting for Lexa to pull away, asking for permission. Only when she got it, did she lean forward and kiss Lexa enough to take her breath away. The only thing Lexa could hear was the blood thumping in her ears, but she ignored it and kissed Clarke back eagerly.Â
âThanks, Woods,â Clarke murmured after a few seconds. âI needed that.âÂ
âYeah, no, yeah.âÂ
âIâll see you later.âÂ
âRight, later, mhm,â Lexa nodded and ran her thumb along her bottom lip as Clarke moved, leaving her rooted and blushing.Â
âIf you liked that, we could do it more often,â Clarke offered as she walked backward out of the shelves.Â
âSounds very good to me.â
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Chasing Butterflies: Twilightâs Last Gleaming
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Season 1; Episode 5: Twilightâs Last Gleaming Pairings: OC x OC best friends, no love interests chosen yet Warnings: Swearing and mild violence Word Count: 2,265
Season 1 Masterlist
"E! Nova! You guys gotta get up and see this!" Harper calls as she walks into the girls tent. She moves to shake Elara awake and turns to check that Nova is up when Elara blinks her eyes open. "Come on!" She says once more leaving the tent.
Elara and Nova share a look but stand up following Elara's old cellmate out of their tent. Elara stands with just a singlet and underwear and Nova in a sports bra and pants. Upon exiting the tent they see the rest of the delinquents looking up at something in the sky.
They follow their gazes to see a pod from the ark falling to Earth. "They're coming to help us. Now we can kick some grounder ass." Jones says from the girls left.
The rest of the delinquents cheer. Nova rolls her eyes as she hears Roma mutter, "Please tell me they brought some shampoo."
"I hope they sent weapons." Nova says.
"And medical supplies and warmer clothes." Elara adds.
Nova turns on her heel, heading back inside the tent. She throws on a shirt and her jacket then starts packing a small bag. A few minutes later Elara joins her back inside, "We're going, right?" Elara asks.
"I am. And I'll bring some others. You should stay behind though." Nova replies.
"What? Why?"Â
"I don't know where Clarke is right now. You need to stay here since you have medical experience."
Elara sighs, "Fine. Just be safe."
"Always am."
This comment makes Elara raise an eyebrow at the petite girl, "Please. Don't make me laugh." Nova smirks then walks past her and out of the tent.Â
"Octavia! Ready?" Nova calls.
Octavia nods, "Yeah, we just have to get Bellamy." Nova follows Octavia into the tent used for setting up plans, "We should get moving. Everyone's ready."
"No one's going anywhere. Not while it's dark it isn't safe. We'll head out at first light; pass the word." Bellamy answers.
"You aren't the boss of me in case youâve forgotten. I'm going whether you like it or not." Nova snaps at the older boy.
"Can you please listen for once in your life." Bellamy sighs.
Octavia answers before Nova can argue, "Everyone for a hundred miles saw this thing come down. What if the grounders get to it first? Bell, we should go now."
"I said we wait till sunrise." He says once more.
Octavia huffs and leaves the tent, "I'm going. I don't care if I go alone. No grounder is going to get me. And you can't make me stay." Nova says. She turns on her heel to leave but Bellamy grabs her arm, stopping her.
"Nova, I'm serious. I don't want you getting hurt."
Nova carefully looks at Bellamy, "If you keep acting like that I'm going to start thinking you care about me, Blake."
Bellamy cracks a smile, "Maybe I do, angel."
"Well you know I can fight. A grounder doesn't have a chance against me. And if you're that concerned, come with me."
"You're not going to take no for an answer, are you?"
Nova tilts her head and smirks, "What made you think that?"
Bellamy rolls his eyes and finally let's go of her arm. "So, are you coming with me?" Nova asks.
Bellamy sighs, "Sorry for this, Nova." Nova opens her mouth to ask what he means but before any words leave her mouth Bellamy hits her over her head with a heavy stick, knocking her out.
Nova slumps over, Bellamy catching her before she hits the ground. He gently lays her down and walks past her out the tent, getting ready to leave the camp without anyone else's knowledge.Â
Outside of the tent Elara made herself busy talking with some of the other delinquents. After about 15 minutes Elara looks around, a concerned look plastered on her face. "Have any of you seen Nova?"
The delinquents around her shake their heads, "She probably left." Atlas says.
Elara turns her head to look at her ex-boyfriend. "Bellamy said to wait until sunrise."
"Like she would listen to him. Come on, Elara. You're her best friend. Don't you know her better than that?"
Elara rolls her eyes, "Did anyone see her leave?"
"I didn't."
"Then help me look for her. If she's not here then you're probably right."
This time Atlas rolls his eyes, but rather than arguing he turns around to start looking for Nova. Not thinking that he would actually find her, he pushes open the tent that they use to discuss plans. His eyes immediately find the petite girl.
He sticks his head out of the tent, "Elara! I found her!" He yells for the brunette. Hearing his calls she quickly runs out of the dropship and to the tent. She rushes over to Nova and gently shakes her awake.
Atlas stands over her shoulder, watching the interaction. "Nov? Nova, wake up." Elara quietly says.
Nova finally wakes up groaning and raising her hand to the side of her head. "I'm going to kill Bellamy." She grunts out.
"What? What did he do?" Elara asks.
"He fucking knocked me out. What a piece of shit."
Nova pushes herself off the ground, almost making herself lose her balance. "Be careful! You might have a concussion!"
"I'll be fine once I kill him."
"Nova Marie Kane!" Elara scolds.Â
Nova looks at her shocked, "Did you just mom me?" Elara glares, "Sorry, not funny. But seriously I feel fine. Just incredibly pissed off. Can I please go find Bellamy so I can kill him now?"
Without waiting for a reply Nova pushes past Elara and Atlas. She walks outside the tent at the same time that Clarke and Finn enter the camp. "Did you guys see that? You know it's from the Ark, right? It has to be." Fox tells the two delinquents.
"Grab your stuff. Let's find out." Clarke replies.
"Bellamy said we're gonna wait until sunrise." Fox says.
"Where is he?" Clarke asks, starting to walk towards his tent.
"Don't bother. He already left. Let's go." Nova says. She angrily walks past delinquents, who are literally jumping out of her way. She exits the camp, Clarke and Finn on her heels.
"What do you mean? How do you know he already left?" Finn asks.
"Because the asshole knocked me out so I didn't leave. Whatever is in that pod he wants bad. And he has a head start."
 *_*_*_*_*_*
 Just as the sun begins to rise, the trio of delinquents arrive at the area where the pod landed. "Should we split up?" Clarke asks.
"Yeah. You go that way, Clarke." Finn says, gesturing to the left. "You can check that way." He gestures to the right.
Nova and Clarke nod, "Stay within yelling distance." Nova says, walking away from the other two.
After wandering aimlessly for a few minutes Nova turns around to head back the way she came. She makes it to the pod just in time to see a girl kissing Finn. "Well, that's one way to greet someone." Nova says.
Nova looks towards Clarke, seeing that Clarke looks rather annoyed. Her attention is brought back to Finn and the girl when Finn asks, "How did you get here?"
"You know that big scraphold? The one on K deck?" She answers.
"You built that from scrap?"
"I kind of rebuilt it." Finn laughs in response.Â
"You're insane." He says with a shake of his head.
"I'd do more for you and worse. Just like you would for me." She staggers into Finn's arms.Â
"Come on, sit down." Finn says. He leads her over to a rock and takes his jacket off to put around her.Â
Clarke and Nova finally walk over to the couple, "You need to put pressure on her wound." Clarke says, handing Finn an ice pack.
"Thanks," The girl says.
"This is Clarke and Nova. They were on the dropship too. This is Raven." Finn introduces.
"Clarke? This was all because of your mom."
"My mom?" Clarke asks, shock evident in her voice.
"This was all her plan. We were trying to come down here together. If we waited-" She cuts herself off, "Oh my God. We couldn't wait because the council was voting whether to kill three hundred people to save air."
"When?" Clarke asks in a panic.
"Today. We have to tell them you're alive." We all move back to the pod. Raven reaches inside, "The radio's gone." She says, moving back to face the other three.
"That jackass." Nova curses. She squeezes her hand into a fist and punches the pod. She hisses in pain as the sensitive skin on her knuckles comes into contact with the metal.Â
Clarke reaches over to Nova in concern but Nova pushes her away, "I'm fine. We have to head back. We need to find him."
 *_*_*_*_*_*
 Spotting Bellamy, Nova quickly runs over and punches the older boy across the face. She shoves him against a tree and pulls out her knife, holding it against his neck, "I should kill you." She hisses out, glaring.
Bellamy glares back but doesn't say anything, knowing that he deserves this. "Where the hell is it Bellamy?" Clarke asks from behind Nova.
"Where's what?" He questions, playing dumb.
"They're getting ready to kill three hundred people up there to save oxygen, and I can guarantee you it won't be council members. It'll be working people, your people."
"Where's the radio?" Finn asks.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Bellamy says once more.
"Stop playing dumb Blake." Nova says through clenched teeth.
"Blake? Bellamy Blake? They're looking everywhere for you." Raven says.
Nova turns her head to look at the girl but doesn't stop pressing her knife to his throat. "Why are they looking for him?" Clarke asks.
"Shut up." Bellamy grunts out.
"He shot Chancellor Jaha." Raven replies.
"That's why you took the wristbands. Needed everyone to think we're dead." Clarke says.
"All that whatever the hell we want? You just care about saving your own skin." Finn glares at Bellamy.
Nova scoffs and finally backs away, shaking her head. "Where the hell is the radio Bellamy?" She asks.
Bellamy rolls his eyes," Jaha deserved to die. You all know that."
"Yeah, he's not my favorite person either, but he isn't dead." Raven replies.
"What?"
"You're a lousy shot."
Clarke steps closer to Bellamy, "Bellamy, don't you see what this means? You're not a murderer. You always did what you had to do to protect your sister. That's who you are. And you can do it again by protecting three hundred of your people. Where's the radio?"
Bellamy hesitates, then sighs, "It's too late."
 *_*_*_*_*_*_*
 After regrouping at the camp and bringing more delinquents out to help look for the radio, the group stood in the river where Bellamy threw the radio.
Bellamy moves towards Elara, "It's going to take a long time for Nova to forgive me, isn't it?" He asks.
Elara looks at him, "Why does that matter to you?"
Bellamy shrugs, "I don't know. I guess it was kinda nice with her not hating me all the time. But I fucked up big time."
"Yeah, you did."
"Are you mad at me?"
"Yes. But I don't hold grudges. I know you did it to protect Octavia."
Bellamy nods, "Hey! I found it!" Jones calls bringing Elara and Bellamy's attention away from each other.
They all run over, "Can you fix it?" Clarke asks Raven.
"Maybe, but it'll take half the day just to dry out the components to see what's broken." Raven answers.
"Like I said, it's too late." Bellamy replies.
Clarke marches up to Bellamy and shoves his chest, "Do you have any idea what you did? Do you even care?"
"You asked me to help. I helped."
"Is there any other way we can let them know that we're alive?" Nova asks, stopping any arguing.
"You mean without a radio?" Finn asks.
"Yeah, I have an idea." Raven replies, smiling brightly at Nova. "You're a genius."
Nova shrugs, "I've been called a lot of things but never a genius." She then flashes one of her rare smiles, "I like it."
Elara can't help the laugh that escapes her lips.Â
 *_*_*_*_*_*
 As night falls, the group of delinquents get ready to launch flares. The group quickly gets everything set up and lights the flares. The rockets blast off, the delinquents all looking up at them in awe.Â
Clarke, Bellamy, Elara, and Nova stand next to each other watching the rockets light up the sky. "You think they can see it from up there?" Bellamy asks the girls.
"I don't know. I hope so." Clarke replies.
"Well, we'll find out soon enough." Nova says.
"Can you wish on this kind of shooting star?" Clarke asks. The three others turn to give her questioning looks, "Forget it."
They turn their heads back to the flares, "I wouldn't even know what to wish for. What about you?" Bellamy questions.
"I would wish for my parents to be here with me." Elara says.
Nova hums, "I would want to go back in time."
"For what?" Bellamy asks.
"So that I never went to councilman Abraham's place."
"Didn't he die from a heart attack?" Elara asks.
"Nope. He's the guy I killed."
"Didn't you say he deserved it though? Why would you want to stop yourself from killing him?"
Nova shakes her head, "Thatâs not what I- Forget it. Itâs not important.â
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The 100: 7x10 A Little Sacrifice
After The Flock - the showâs weakest episode in a long time - and an unfortunate hiatus after that episode, A Little Sacrifice helped get season 7 back on track. Itâs one of the best episodes of the season: it was exciting, things finally happened - a lot, we got a big revelation about what the endgame is likely to be all about, there were fights, an attempted mass murder/genocide (what would a season of The 100 be without those?), some really good character work, and the first major death of the season.Â
Yes, Charmaine Diyoza was not a main character. but after being introduced as a villain in season 5, she has grown into one of the most memorable and interesting characters on the show - in large part due to Ivana MiliÄeviÄâs charismatic performance - with a complex and morally ambiguous characterization and backstory (which I really hope to maybe learn more about one day in the prequel flashbacks? Please?). She has been one of my favorite characters since season 5, and I loved her development and her relationship with Octavia, her mother/daughter relationship between her and Hope, her past fights to protect âexpendableâ prisoners and her S7 attempts to find peace and renounce violence, and hope (!) that at least her daughter will get to have a different and better life where she wouldnât need to resort to it. She became a (not so little) sacrifice for the better future we saw her dreaming of in season 5 in that conversation with Kane - maybe that dream is something we will see the new generations live in the series finale?
The one thing I wasnât too happy about (I was OK with the lack of Bellamy cliffhanger since we got him in the promo for 7x11 right afterwards) was that Clarke did not have any more screentime than in the other recent episodes. But, especially on rewatch, she had some great subtle little moments.
You know what is not subtle? Sheidheda. Heâs finding new ways to be completely OTT. This time he can finally stop pretending to be Russell, so he gets a makeover, more in tune with the...interesting Grounder fashion styles, chews the scenery even more, and then - thanks to Madi - he loses an eye (just as he did during his original lifetime), getting closer to his season 6 Emperor-like look, though heâs missing a cloak this time. He also doesnât have enough facial hair to twirl his moustache, but he actually hisses at one point. This part of the episode was, this time, really fun and intense, including a really good fight scene and some really emotional and important moments for Indra, Madi and Murphy, but doesnât need much analysis and doesnât require attention on rewatch.
Iâm still not sure how/if these two storylines will connect. But I can see a thematic connection of sorts: Sheidheda is the embodiment of the worst parts of the Grounder culture, with the worship of violence and power and killing all those who oppose you; and not just that - heâs all egotism taken to the extreme, the kind of âwild beastâ as Anders would despise, but in this case, he would actually have good reasons to. On the other hand, we have the Disciples with their sterile white rooms, order and the propaganda of the abnegation of self in the favor of the collective, and dreaming of âtranscendenceâ instead of trying to get back to the âold waysâ. But they really come off as two sides of the same coin: both ideologies are about worship of and subjugation to a leader, both believe violence is the solution, and both are against love and see it as a danger.
Brand new opening titles - these opens start with a shot of Sanctum and end with the Bardo Stone Room with the Anomaly Stone - and guess what makes a cameo near the end of the credits? Thatâs right, Earth. I was starting to think that any return to Earth wonât happen, but now Iâm not so sure.
Sanctum
The episode opens with the immediate aftermath of Shadyâs massacre of the Faithful. We see Madiâs friend Rex (thatâs his name according to the credits) - the Sanctum boy who offered Madiâs other friend, the null boy, to play soccer - mourning someone, probably his mother. This scene had to be there so weâd feel some sympathy and sadness over the deaths of the Faithful rather than just be relieved theyâre (mostly) gone. One of the wounded ones is Jeremiah, the same guy who developed deep gratitude for Murphy for saving his son. Although the Faithful have been very annoying, I do feel a tinge of sympathy for this guy, whoâs so clueless that he never understood he had any agency in what happened to his son and seemed really convinced it was all about the will of the âgodsâ. He now asks Murphy to take care of his son when he dies, but Murphy insists he will not let Jeremiah die. (Trey, the annoying a-hole who was brainwashing Jordan, and used to act as the leader of the Faithful, is credited in the episode but I didnât see him anywhere - so I have no idea if heâs among the dead, or he survived and was in a deleted scene.)Â Â
Madi has a really nice mini arc in this episode. She already had PTSD from her experience and possession by Sheidheda in season 6, so she is absolutely terrified when she learns he is back, and when he threatens her in a really creepy way. Excellent acting by Lola. Later, after being comforted by Murphy and joining the survivors,she shows strength in comforting Rex for his loss; and in the end, overcomes her fears and risks her life to save Indra.
Not that it matters, but Sheidhedaâs real name is Malachi. (Iâm still gonna keep calling him Shady.) We learn that when he recites the lineage - the names and clans of all the previous Commanders, which we know from S3 is a Grounder custom for a new Commander to do. Of course, we only get to hear some of the names in the middle (a couple of random Commanders called Maffei kom Boudalankru - the Rock Line and Kemji kom Trishanakru) and the end, when he mentions Lexa and Madi. The show wasnât going to spoil the prequel by revealing the names of early Commanders,
The fight itself was really intense and maybe the best Grounder-style duel in the show (yes, I prefer it to the 3x04 one, which involved too much showmanship to look as a real death match). Shady is obviously going to be there for a while and things arenât going to get so easily resolved, so he wins and is about to kill Indra - who refuses to kneel to save her own life - but just as heâs about to kill her, Madi finds the courage to come as the Big Damn Hero at the crucial moment, pluck out Shadyâs eye and save Indraâs life. But then as he is about to kill Madi, Indra decides to (metaphorically, since sheâs lying and about to pass out) kneel in order to save Madiâs life. Indraâs arc with Shady has come full circle: this may finally make her understand her motherâs choice and realize she was unfair to her. She grew up blaming her mother for agreeing to kneel to Sheidheda and considering her âweakâ. The battle had been lost, her father was already dead, and her mother made the best possible decision and wasnât just saving herself but her daughter, too. Otherwise, as we see in this episode, Shady would have ordered the daughter to be killed, too, after the mother - as he thinks children of the people he killed should also be eliminated so they couldnât pose a threat and seek revenge.
That last order even shocked Knight, who may be having some second thoughts about the awesomeness of âSangedakruâs greatest championâ (but this doesnât mean he wonât keep obeying him). Penn and the other Trikru guy we know, who are loyal to Indra, reluctantly knelt when Indra asked them to. Â
Madi, Rex and the other Faithful (including Jeremiah, who has indeed survived) have gone into hiding with Murphy and Emori - and hiding at the abandoned reactor. We didnât see Jackson, but iâm sure heâs there. (Sachin is a guest star and must skip some episodes heâs not really needed in.) So now weâre finally reached the part of this storyline where Shady is in power and our heroes are the resistance. And Murphy is now, with Emori, a part of a power couple protecting these people and taking care of them (who wouldâve expected that back in season 1?) - much like weâve seen Clarke and Bellamy do over the seasons - even though most of the same people resented them for being fake Primes just a few hours earlier. Maybe theyâre finally starting to get a clue and feel respect and gratitude to people who are trying to save them just because itâs a decent humane thing to do, rather than for being self-proclaimed âgodsâ who participated in their murder, oppression and exploitation.
Bardo
After 4 episodes, Clarke, Raven and Miller finally left the Stone Room! Yay! Jordan and Niylah stayed in it, and as it turns out, Jordan has a much more important and interesting role to play by reading the Anomaly Stone, while Niylahâs role in S7 has been to be exposition machine for Grounder history and have bad one-liners while Miller has the good ones. Iâm glad there was no prolonged âOMG are they really brainwashed and on their side?â misunderstanding, as Clarke and the rest of the group, after learning about MCap from Gabriel, quickly realized that Octavia, Echo and Diyoza are only pretending, since they havenât blown the secret that Clarke doesnât have the Flame.
Speaking of one-liners, Millerâs âGet the flock out of hereâ really made me laugh out loud.
Callie is known as the Pramfleimkepa - the First Flamekeeper - which should mean she was never a Commander (I imagine that would supersede the position of the Flamekeeper or at least be as worthy of mention). I was afraid for a moment that Niylah had given the game away when she told Cadogan that - but fortunately, he didnât understand what it meant, as he never knew that Becca called ALIE 2.0Â âthe Flameâ.
Gabriel and Cadogan have a long conversation over dinner (or breakfast or lunch of whatever) about Earth before the bombs and Cadoganâs beliefs. The two of them are one of the few remaining humans who knew life before the apocalypse. (After Diyozaâs death in this episode, the only other people left from that time are the Eligius prisoners in Sanctum.) But while Cadogan is chronologically âolderâ than Gabriel, as he was a Millennial, while Gabriel was born a couple of decades later, and because Cadogan has technically been alive for thousands of years on Bardo - Cadogan spent most of that time in cryo (same as Diyoza and the other prisoners). Gabriel is the real Old Man - at least 260 years old, having lived and experienced all those years. We learn a bit more about Gabrielâs background - that his family were from Colombia and his grandmother was poor, making him a âself-made manâ - another contrast between him and the love of his life Josephine (which makes their season 6 parallel to Clarke/Bellamy even more perfect). Gabriel is the go-to-guy this season for having conversations about the worship of false gods and trying to challenge the Disciplesâ beliefs. Cadogan, again, denies that heâs a cult leader (sure), reveals he doesnât believe in God, and claims he doesnât consider himself one (he sure doesnât mind being treated like one, though). Instead, he claims his purpose is for everyone to âtranscendâ and become like gods - though he doesnât really explain what that would consist of, and he also doesnât offer any explanations as to why there is supposed to be a âLast Warâ and who the enemy in that was is supposed to be. Seven episodes have gone by with the characters talking to the Disciples, and no one has ever asked that question: who is the enemy? I guess they donât even know that, they just think that, when they type in the code, they will learn who the enemy is and the war will begin, for... reasons? He also adds some BS about âthis lifeâ being unimportant compared to afterlife. (Now, to be clear - I actually do believe in the afterlife in general (though I donât know in which form), but I really, really hate it when religions make the afterlife the focus and treat the life we actually know and are sure we have as less important, use it as an excuse to teach people to accept any sort of crap in their lives and not ask for more instead of living their lives to the fullest and trying to build something worthwhile in this life.) Gabriel is less than impressed with Cadogan, and challenges him by pointing out that âYou canât fight a war for the soul of the human race with an inhuman armyâ and that a life without love, individuality or freedom is pretty worthless, but Cadogan has the afterlife as a ready excuse, even though that doesnât really answer the question.
The most important revelation that we finally get in this episode is that Cadogan has most likely mistranslated and completely misunderstood the ancient Bardoan text that heâs based his entire belief system on. And his mistake was in large part due to confirmation bias - he saw what he wanted to see, even though the idea of ending wars and violence by starting and fighting a war is absurd. (Niylah, for once, has a good line, when she points out that every major war is supposed to be the âlastâ but it never is.) Jordanâs interpretation - that it is really about a test that the species needs to pass - makes a lot more sense. Not a literal test - I really canât imagine the show introducing some kind of godlike âhigher beingsâ - but, I think, something that will require the characters to use all their strength and moral sense and all the experience theyâve had and wisdom they may have gained, to find the best solution to save the human race and rebuild the civilization, hopefully into something better (and itâs really not too hard being better than the mess of tribalism and constant wars and conflicts weâve seen on the show). I donât know what this will be, but the words âthe orb becomes like a starâ make me thing of a natural phenomenon.Â
Itâs also cool that it was knowledge of the Korean language that helped Jordan decipher the text - proving how helpful it is to be familiar with multiple languages and cultures and how much it expands oneâs way of thinking. Do Disciples speak any languages other than English? They seem to foster cultural uniformity, so probably not. (itâs also confirmed now that Monty was half-Korean on his fatherâs side - Chris Larkin is Korean, but the actress who played his mother, Donna Yamamoto, is Japanese, so I assume Monty is half-Japanese.)
If you doubted that 7x09 flashbacks were a waste of screentime, we get a confirmation early on that Echo has just been pretending to be loyal to the Disciples, while plotting revenge all the time, when she kills a Disciple and saves Hope from being sent to Skyring. This plot could have continued straight from 7x07, when Echoâs Azgeda ritual was strongly hinting that sheâs out for revenge. (And yes, the writing in 7x09 was just that clunky as I feared - of course that Chekhovâs WMD that Levitt mentioned for no reason would be used in the very next episode for someone to try to kill all the Disciples in another Mount Weather parallel.)
A tiny bit of info about the Disciples - a Disciple addressed Hope as âSeeker Diyozaâ. I donât know if thatâs a title for those trying to reach Level 1 or something else.
Hope, with her usual anger and impulsiveness, reminiscent of how Octavia used to be once, and her naive black and white views, is all for revenge-genocide, too, in spite of Octaviaâs and Diyozaâs disagreement. Her mother tries to, again, teach her the lesson she tried to in 7x07, that she should turn to love instead of violence and killing (which carries a lot more weight when it comes from someone like Charmaine Diyoza rather than a hippy): âI know what it's like to kill innocent people for a cause, and I promise you, it's not gonna fill that hole in your heart. Only we can do that.â But Hope retorts that âThere are no innocent people hereâ, echoing Nikkiâs words to Nelson that âThere are no innocent people at the end of the worldâ. Itâs not that Hope doesnât have a point that everyone in Bardo is a part of the society thatâs been kidnapping and torturing her family and that stole her childhood, but collective responsibility is a concept that only works in terms of moral responsibility, not as an excuse to commit genocide because youâve decided that everyone in the other group is evil and the âenemyâ and deserves death. Some people have compared it to Maya saying âNone of us is innocentâ, but I donât think this comparison works, because that line changes the meaning entirely depending on whether you are holding yourself and your society morally accountable for its failings and complicity in crimes against humanity, or if youâre using it against others, in order to justify hate and commit crimes against humanity.
Even though neither Clarke nor Octavia had huge screentime in this episode and may not have done anything big (like Diyoza sacrificing herself and saving everyone, or Jordan figuring everything out), they had some wonderful, subtle little moments that spoke volumes:
I loved the hug between Clarke and Octavia - where Clarke said her condolences to Octavia and then Octavia said them back, letting Clarke know she knew what Bellamy meant to her and that she is grieving just as much. (âIâm sorry, Octaviaâ -Â âSo am Iâ)
Raven and Miller exchanged a wordless look - probably because of how awkward it was for Miller to see Octavia again. Although these 4 people all go back to season 1 (and it was the first time in a while they were in the same room), for Miller itâs been just a few weeks since she was Blodreina and he was her follower, and the last time they saw each other (in season 6), he yelled at her that heâs not following her orders anymore - which was about him struggling with his guilt and seeing her as an embodiment of it. But for Octavia, itâs been over 10 years and a huge character development, which Miller doesnât know about. But they had no time to go over it - instead, she just hugged him and asked him to hug her back, and he did.
When the group went to find Levitt - still tied up and bloody after Echo had tortured him and killed two Disciples in front of him to force him to tell her about Gem9, the WMD that can destroy everyone on Bardo (he must be really traumatized one - Clarke obviously immediately realized what was going on when she saw Octavia come to check on Levitt, going by the look on her face, and her look when she turned to go and the others went after her, while Octavia was still there -as if saying "I realize you need a moment with this guy, but don't wait too long". Although Levitt looked disappointed and shocked that Octavia didnât untie him, she was really doing what was the most reasonable way to try to protect everyone - the priority was to stop Echo from killing all the Disciples, which would include Levitt, but also to stop Levitt from alerting Anders, which he wouldâve done, because Octavia also wanted to save Echo and her people. It doesnât mean she doesnât care for Levitt, but sheâs not the 17 year old girl whoâd go: âI just met you but youâre immediately the most important person to me and Iâm going to prioritize you over everyone I knowâ.
 And then we get to the final and most dramatic scene of the episode... Echoâs attempt to commit genocide out of revenge, while Octavia, Clarke and Raven tried to talk her down.
Octavia tried to reach Echo by, again, talking about their shared grief over Bellamy, as she did in 7x07, but again, it did not work - because Octavia and Echo, and Clarke and Echo, are different people, who grieve in different ways and think and act in different ways. It doesnât mean that any of them are grieving more or less than another one - but their responses are very different. Octavia - this mature Octavia who is more able to empathize with others and doesnât react with impulsive violence as she used to -  responded by trying to reach out to others who were also grieving for Bellamy, Echo and Clarke, and validating their grief, too. Clarke reacted - after the initial shock and grief - by sucking it up, as she does, in order to take care of the others, and focusing on saving the people Bellamy loved, telling Raven âWe do this for himâ and focusing on saving Octavia and Echo. Echo, on the other hand, reacted destructively and violently and by killing people for revenge and then plotting genocide as revenge for 3 months. This is the only way she knows how to process grief - sheâs never known a different way, as Iâm sure Azgeda werenât known for compassion and sharing feelings. When Bellamy was grieving Clarke in season 6, she asked him âWhen do we attack?â, because thatâs what she expected him to do, too. Sheâs also lost because she hasnât lost just a boyfriend, but a leader and anchor in her new post-Praimfaya life, and because she had made saving Bellamy her mission she was waiting to fulfill during the 5 years on Skyring. If she had carried out her plan, Iâm not sure sheâd know what to do with herself. (I donât know what it says about the mindset of us, humans of 2020, that so many fans have decided that Echoâs way of grieving is the superior one and the one that shows that she loves Bellamy the best. It certainly doesnât show anything good.)
Octaviaâs next argument - that there are many good people on Bardo sheâd be killing - was even less successful, as Echo threw her relationship with Levitt back in her face, pointing out that he stole her memories, talking of him as one of their enemies, and then even saying: "Way to honor your brother's memory!" Echo came off as very judgmental here, and more than bit hypocritical - after all , she personally almost killed Octavia twice, and Bellamy started trusting her and dating her on the Ring, after she had given them both far less reason to trust her than Levitt did. Levitt actually took a risk and was helping her against Anders just out of his feelings for Octavia, while Echo only helped Bellamy and others after she was exiled and had to in order to survive. She seems to value forgiveness only when itâs others forgiving her (âWho knows more about forgiveness than us?â), even though she never expected them to and was a bit shocked that they did.
Clarke then tried to use her standard âThis is not who you areâ plea, but it didnât work with Echo, since Clarke doesnât really know Echo, and the words felt empty. There really is very little reason for Clarke to think this is not who Echo is, except for her tendency to assume Echo must have changed for the better because sheâs Bellamyâs girlfriend and Bellamy loves her (see their conversation in 5x12). Clarke also tried to use her own experience - as she did with Raven earlier in the season - telling Echo that âa choice like thisâ would haunt her forever (of course Clarke would bring up MW, it always goes back to MW for her), but Echo rejected that comparison and, for a moment, channeled me by pointing out that Clarkeâs motivations were to save her people, while Echoâs are purely revenge. Which was, however, a strange argument in context - pointing out that Clarkeâs reasons were much better and she had no choice but to kill all of the Mountain Men or let them kill all of her friends and family, while Echo wasnât achieving anything good and could just save all her people and not take revenge on the Disciples. But Echo seemed to be telling Clarke that they different, and she cannot assume that Echo will feel the same way about mass murder Clarke does.
Then Clarke finally brought up Bellamy, pointing out that he would not want a genocide to be committed in his memory. I donât know how anyone whoâs watched the show for 6 seasons could disagree with Clarke. But Echo did. Whatâs more, she yelled  "You have no idea what Bellamy wanted!" in a really angry, resentful way. It felt personal. I donât know if Echo has felt romantic jealousy of Clarke over Bellamy - she has sure kept it close to her chest - but it certainly felt like some kind of possessiveness, like resenting the idea that Clarke was as close or closer to Bellamy and knew him better. In any case, this was a moment of extreme dramatic irony - because we know (and really, Echo should know as well) that Echo is the one who doesnât seem to know, or is simply ignoring, what Bellamy would have wanted and who he was. And she should know. She was there when he talked down Riley from killing Roan, telling him âWar made me a murderer, donât let it do it to you tooâ, she was there when Bellamy refused to kill 283 prisoners in cryo sleep and said âClarke didnât die for us to go back and make the same mistakesâ. And she was there when Bellamy was grieving Clarke but decided not to take revenge for her death - not even by killing the man who murdered her, Russell - but to try to honor her memory by doing what she would want and surviving and keeping their people alive. Which directly contradicts Echoâs statement that Bellamy would be doing the same she is if one of them (Clarke, Octavia or her) were killed. Does she really not know him? Most of the time they spent together were in a time of peace and boredom with just 7 people on the Ring. She seems to be projecting her own ideas and views and character into him.Â
Then Raven went on to agree with Clarke (but Echo did not resent her for saying it), pointing out how Bellamy has grown and changed and that the post-season 3 Bellamy certainly would never do that. I was slightly annoyed when she said that Bellamy of season 3 may do that - but to be fair, she did say, âmaybeâ. Now, season 1 or season 3 Bellamy was certainly angrier and more prone to black and white thinking when it came to enemies, and he may very well have agreed to kill all of the adult Disciples if he thought they were likely to be a threat to his people (which is what he did when he agreed to help Pike kill Lexaâs army), but he sure wouldnât agree to kill any of them just for revenge, or to kill children and non-combatants (the one time he did it was MW, when he and Clarke knew there was no other way to protect their people from being horrifically killed, and he hated it and was haunted by it then). Nevertheless, thatâs a minor thing as the point of Ravenâs speech was the way Bellamy has grown and developed. Echo hasnât really changed, certainly not as much as Bellamy wanted to think in S5. Is there still time for her to change?
In the end, love did save the day - but it wasnât Echoâs love for Bellamy, it was her non-romantic love for Raven and Ravenâs for her. Raven calling her a sister only helped pave the way - but she had to actually threaten to stay there and force Echo to choose between killing Raven and giving up her revenge, for Echo to finally stand down. The fact she did shows that maybe thereâs still hope for her to change and give up revenge and violence for things like friendship.
 But then Anders had to appear and ruin everything, He could have just tried to arrest the group, rather than threatening them and giving them speeches about how he despises them for being âbeasts raised in the wildâ. (Iâve wondered many times since 7x05 is Anders is supposed to be smart or a complete dumbass. He was definitely a dumbass.)
Diyoza took charge, as the most experienced and tactical one, and almost. And then Hope was again being her impulsive, angry, out of control self - Anders is always the person most likely to set her off - killing Anders (which I wouldnât mind) but then also making her own attempt to commit genocide. (Itâs funny that the four Disciples just froze and did nothing while all of that was happening.)
What happened then was both a heroic sacrifice and one of the best and most heroic death scenes on the show, a fitting ending for Charmaine Diyoza (even a visually beautiful death in a creepy way, as Diyoza turned into a crystal statue), with her final message to her daughter to be âbetterâ than her in the future - and a heartbreaking loss for Hope, who has just been punished by the narrative/fate for her devotion to violence and hate and attempt at genocide, by causing her own motherâs death. She was obsessed with revenge for her lost childhood and the fact her mother was taken from her - instead of focusing on the future and what she still had. Iâm sure that Hope will survive to the end of the series, and will have to question herself and change. She still has Aunty O to help her and be her family.
As weâre approaching the endgame, the show here made an obvious point about violence, hatred and revenge and having to give up those things - not for Andersâ unemotional duty to the collective, but for love and compassion/
Rating: 8.5/10
#the 100#the 100 7x10#a little sacrifice#the 100 season 7#charmaine diyoza#clarke griffin#octavia blake#gabriel santiago#jordan green#indra kom trikru#indra#john murphy#madi griffin#sheidheda#emori#bill cadogan#hope diyoza
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Chapter 1: =My First Day at a New School=
Being in a relationship with a serial killer kinda sucks. But before that, maybe I should start by introducing myself or something. I donât know. Thereâs nothing special about me. My name is Perseus Alexander Moore. Iâm an eighteen-year-old guy in his twelfth year and Iâm distinctive in most groups but Iâm not famous or rich or smart. Iâm just those guys you normally see in school except I donât exactly go as ânormalâ since my hair is styled in an afro which makes it easy to distinguish in a group of people. This is the start of how I made the greatest mistake of my life.
Today I will be going to a new school. It had to be arranged since I moved into my older brother's place. If youâre wondering why, a big incident took place, which I have to live with my whole life but weâll talk about that later. After changing into clothes for the day, I crept out of my room and went downstairs and the first thing I came upon was the sweet smell of pancakes and bacon filling my nose. My nose scrunched up which made me stop but not because of the smell, but because of the person right in front of me.
Eric Ulysses Moore, my big brother. Heâs a successful hematologist oncologist here in this small city of Asheville, North Carolina. Heâs got the same curly brown locks as mine except itâs not long or styled informally. We both look somewhat alike but since heâs blessed with our dadâs genes, who is a tall man, he has much darker skin than me and I was told he was taller than me when he was my age.
While my brother cooked breakfast and Iâm standing at the kitchen door, I felt like I should just tiptoe out of there but he turned and saw me. âGood morning, Perseus,â he greeted with a smile. âHad a good nightâs sleep?â
âYeah,â I blandly replied. âI also have to go. I might be running late.â
âSchool doesnât start at seven-thirty. Eat something first.â
âIâm not hungry,â I said but of course, he wouldnât take ânoâ for an answer. He served a plate and pointed his eyes to the vacant chair, gesturing I should sit down.
âLook,â my voice was leveled. âI donât want to deal with you right now. I have to get going.â
âPerseus,â he called back. I ignored him and ran out the door. I brought out my earphones and plugged them in my ears, momentarily escaping from this hell called reality. I grabbed my skateboard and I skated through the busy streets.
Normally, my mom would kill me if I did this. My mind being preoccupied with the music playing, words popping up in my head for lyrics, guitar chords I could possibly use for a song Iâm writing while I pass busy streets, small comments in my head about the places I pass will definitely make her want my head.
The trip would have been really quick if I hadn't had to go through so many huge groups of people hurrying to their destinations and most of them are too oblivious to notice whatâs around them.
Once I reached the gates of the school, I was somehow âwhatâs the appropriate wordâ disappointed.
Right in front of me could have been a grand building but the gate alone is covered in graffiti and the paint is tearing off. The building itself looks like itâs about to collapse, given a few years or even less. You might even think itâs haunted. Students filed into the entrance and it gave me second thoughts. What if I just skipped school today? I thought it would be nice. I could just go home and go back to sleep but then, I have to deal with Eric. And to think of the possible scenarios when I enter these gates: probably new friends, or more jerks who are looking for trouble. I swallowed the anxiousness and the excitement growing in me and I walked in.
Entering the building, I felt like I was a kitten that trespassed a lionsâ den. In the hallway, everybody turned their head towards me and I tried my best to stay passive.
Luckily, when I got enrolled here, they gave me my schedule and the room numbers so I didnât have to ask around. I reached the room for my first class, which is Conservatory of Music. Then I noticed there was this note taped on the glass window of the door. It said: Class will be in the Music Room. I raised an eyebrow. Music Room, I thought. I looked down at the paper I had in my hand and scanned it. It didnât have any directions for the room. I buried the annoyance thatâs building up in me and looked around just in case no one could see how stupid I look and with my luck, I found three guys walking in my direction. The guy on the right had copper-red hair, freckles across his cheeks and nose, and a mischievous grin on his face and is probably one of the people I will never trust my life with when handling matches or sharp objects. The one on the middle had emo/scene slick black hair and it was long on one side so it hid his face. He looked reserved at first glance since he had his head lowered and even if his friend on the right had his arm locked on his neck, he didnât complain. The one on the left took me aback. I was looking at a much younger clone of Brandon Routh when he played Clark Kent or Superman. Heâs this tall guy with glasses, shiny black hair swept to the side, and a jacket. His facial features are almost perfect and I donât think his face is familiar to acne or a single pimple. The guy on the right saw me. His hazel-green eyes shone and his grin widened. âHey,â he waved. âYou must be new.â
âI am,â I had to keep a straight face. The redhead kept smiling but when he faced the note on the door, he frowned. âDamn,â he snapped his fingers. He faced his friend and yelled to them, âUpstairs, guys. Prof switched rooms.â
âI told you he would,â said the guy with the glasses. The ginger raised his hands in defeat but still cracked a smirk. âAt least we found this guy,â he gestured his hands to me. âIf we didnât think to check this room, he would be late than we already were.â
âYeah, yeah shut up, Michael.â The other two faced me and studied me from head to toe. Superman said, âYou were lucky. This campus is huge.â
âThatâs what she said,â the guy named Michael snorted, which earned him a smack on the back of the head, âYouâre so mean, Xavier.â
âAnd youâre being an idiot,â replied Xavier, who had a more Asian look than everybody else I've seen.
I felt inept. Iâm standing in the middle of a playful conversation of strangers I just met and they didnât really mind me there. Or how late we were.
âHey,â I spoke up. âArenât we supposed to get to class?â The three of them stared at each other then realized it with a start. Some of them cursed and then we ran to the Music Room.
Fortunately, we reached class before the professor arrived. The place was huge and I think we were more than fifty students here. We were going to be seated on the floor and our bags were piled onto each other at the back. But whatâs enticing are the instruments in front of us. I was tempted to grab a guitar and run but the professor finally entered the room. Before I could look around for a place to sit, someone already grabbed my hand and pulled me down.
âSorry,â said Clark Kent. âI didnât get to introduce myself. Iâm Nicholas Taylor but call me Nick.â
âIâm Perseus Moore,â we held out each otherâs hand and shook it. Behind Nick, Michaelâs head popped out and he beamed. âIâm Michael Johnathan Carter. Most people call me Michael or Mike. You pick. I donât care.â We shook hands and I faced their other friend.
âIâm Xavier Hernandez,â he said politely. âItâs nice to meet you, Perseus.â
âYeah,â I tried to smile. They seem nice, I thought to myself. We started talking in our small circle and then Nick asked, âDo you play any instruments?â
âI play guitar,â I replied. Michaelâs grin got even wider if that was possible and then he scooted near me. âWhat songs can you play?â
âErm,â I moved a bit farther from him but I was saved when the professor got our attention. Heâs a guy that looked like he was supposed to go to a Rock concert but got lost and ended up in a classroom full of teenagers. Instead of the usual teachersâ uniform, he wore this black band shirt of Korn, had a few piercings on his lips and eyebrow, plus tattoos all over his arms. âGood morning class,â he greeted. I thought we would respond with the habitual bland greeting but the place roared with excitement. Everyone was just yelling at the top of their lungs so the teacher had to silence us. âAfter a summer break, you all are still very loud.â
âWe love you, Sir Ramirez!â Michael yelled and it just ignited another round of cheers. Again, we were silenced but Iâm surprised one finger from the teacher made everyone quiet.
âI am also glad to see you all again. Most of you have moved up which is great,â Sir Ramirez congratulated us. âI was also informed that we have a new student joining us. Where is he?â
I just sat there, not planning to do anything for anyone to catch my attention but Michael grabbed my arm and raised it for me. Quickly, I yanked it away and glared at him. âThank you, Michael. Now, please come up front.â The first thing I thought was, What is this? Grade school? But I obeyed and walked over to his side. âIntroduce yourself.â
âHi,â I started, I could feel my palms starting to sweat. âIâm Perseus Moore.â
âDo you play any instruments, Perseus, or are you just here to learn a thing or two?â
âI can play.â
âAwesome,â Sir Ramirez clapped his hands. Everyone started muttering to themselves and I didnât like it at first until the prof asked, âWhat instrument do you play?â
âGuitar, sir.â
He smiled and walked over to the corner where the pile of goodies are and picked up a maroon Gibson SG then handed it over. My eyes widened at the guitar and I looked up at him for confirmation. âGive us a show, Perseus.â He signaled me to start and with barely any practice for the past month, I played Thunderstruck by AC/DC. The students went wild and I think everyone on this floor, and possibly the one under and the one above us, could hear them singing the song.
Sir Ramirez raised his hand to stop me in the middle of the song and I did. Everyone had this look on their faces which I canât comprehend and my heart was pounding against my ribs. âSo,â the professor starts. There wasnât that much emotion shown on his face and I wasnât comfortable with that. âI canât tell you how much Iâm impressed.â
âYou are?â I blinked. âI mean, thank you, sir.â
âOf course I am. Itâs been a while since Iâve seen someone with this much grit and how much the whole class enjoyed it.â Then everyone started screaming like their favorite basketball team won. Makes me wonder how their voices havenât cracked yet. I would never last that long. When they settled, Sir Ramirez clapped his hands and everyone joined him. With an awkward smile and my pulse beating in my throat, I bowed. Nick and the others cheered and they were joined by everyone else. When I got back to my seat, class started and at that point, I happily thought that this was going so well so far. Boy, was I wrong.
After three classes, it was finally our Lunch Break. I hated the other classes since the teachers after Conservatory were snobby, nosy, and irritating as hell. They lose their cool easily. Iâm only grateful that Nick, Michael, and Xavier will be in the same classes as me since theyâre the only people I know.
While we were walking to the cafeteria, Nick said, âYou were great back there.â
âThanks,â I tried to sound more confident than I am.
âWanna join our band?â Michael smiled. âWeâre missing a lead guitarist. And you donât seem to be part of anything yet.â
âYouâre recruiting me?â
âOf course,â he placed his hand on my shoulder. âWeâve been talking about it. You in? Please say you are.â
âStop that, Michael,â Xavier spoke up. âYou know we have to talk to Morpheus first about this.â
âWho?â I turned to him.
âHeâs our band leader and frontman,â Nick replied. âThe guyâs awesome and super chill. He would love to meet you. But we need to know if you want to join us as well or otherwise, heâd think that we forced you to.â Then I heard Michael comment, âWhat is this? A cult?â Xavier flicked his fingers in the middle of his friendâs forehead and it made a sound, probably shaking his skull. Watching them alone, being whoever they are, saying whatever they want and their closeness to each other makes me think about their offer. I faced Nick who had an expectant look on his face. âIâm in.â
We reached the schoolâs outdoor covered court. Itâs after passing the cafeteria. Iâm telling you now that this is the only place thatâs pleasant in the whole school. Instead of seeing trash littered everywhere, the court was clean and there were trees aligned on the side of it. Under one of the trees, there was this Blond holding an acoustic guitar. Michael ran to him and gave him a tackle-hug.
âWhat the hell, Michael?â He exclaimed as the others just laughed out loud. They sat up again and the redhead tugged on the guyâs sleeve. âWe found a lead guitarist, Morph.â
âHi?â I waved. The Morpheus guy studied me with his sky blue eyes and frowned a bit. He stood up and I realized heâs way taller than Nick which only made me anxious about my height. Gee, thanks. He circled me, like a lion studying its helpless prey. Morpheus turned to his bandmates and asked why I should be in the band. They explained it to him with enthusiasm while I just stood there not even getting why heâs asking them instead of me.
âSo,â the tall blond turned to me. âI see that you got yourself some fans now.â Looking over his shoulder, Nick and Michael had huge grins on their faces, excitedly waving their hands while Xavier is also smiling but not like the other two. My eyes went back to Morpheus and I shrugged. âI never meant to. They just asked me to play.â
âCan you perform in front of something bigger than a bunch of students in one room?â
I couldâve answered him with an eager âYesâ but in the pit of my stomach, my anxiety starts poking me. Morpheus patiently waited for my answer while I thought, A bigger crowd? That would be awesome but if Iâm not good enough⌠Then what? I mentally slapped myself in the face. I looked up to him and said, âEven if it doesnât take me anywhere, I can.â
Morpheus gave that a thought which lasted longer than I wanted to. My friends had their fingers crossed and I quietly hoped I would get accepted. Morpheusâ lips slowly curled into a smile and happily said, âYouâre in.â Then they started clapping their hands. Michael locked his arm around my neck and yelled, âFinally! Someone decent enough to play for our band.â That comment got him a smack on the head and he just laughed it off. Xavier ruffled my curly hair and spread his arms out. âWelcome aboard Erebos.â
âErebos?â I raised an eyebrow.
âOh, yeah,â Nick said. âA friend named the band. She said that itâs the name of the primordial darkness in Greek mythology or something like that.â
Just then, their faces lightened up. I followed wherever they were looking at and found something I wasnât expecting. Walking towards us was a girl with straight hair as dark as midnight, autumn tanned skin and she had a gray jacket wrapped around her waist since the school uniform for girls had short skirts. Michael ran over to her and held his hand out for a high-five. âHey, Babycakes!â
Babycakes?
She scowled and pointed a finger at him. âHow many times do I have to tell you to never call me that.â
âOh, Iâm sorry,â Michael tries to imitate her British accent. âDid I touch a nerve?â
âYou always do.â She crossed her arms and her eyes found me. I flinched, probably because Iâve been staring at her for too long, looking stupid, and got caught. Nick saved me though. He placed a hand on my shoulder and told the girl, âIâd like to introduce you to our new lead guitarist, Perseus Moore!â
âPerseus?â She raised an eyebrow. She studied me from head to toe and as I watched her, I noticed her eyes were gray. They remind me of fierce storm clouds or bones when reduced to ash. My heart started thundering against my chest when her eyes met my golden brown ones. She then looked up at my hair and asked, âIs that natural or are you just looking for attention?â
âWhat?â
âYour hair. And your eyes? Youâre not wearing contacts, are you?â
âI could say the same to you,â I commented. A shadow of irritation passed over her face and then I realized my mistake. Morpheus cleared his throat and got her attention. âYouâre not going to tear his face off, are you, Kass?â Xavier spoke up. She faced him and cracked a smirk, leaving me wanting to melt into a puddle for some reason. âI donât have a reason to,â she faced me and held out her hand. âIâm Kassandra Cyrillus. Itâs a pleasure to meet you.â
I shook her hand. âI could say the same thing.â
âNot when you really know what youâre talking to,â I heard her mutter. That took me aback. What is she talking about? I faced Nick who looked somewhat nervous when she said that and when I looked back at Kassandra, she still had the same expression except I recognized the look on her face. Like, she had the face of someone who got away with murder which is stupid because thatâs impossible. Or was it?
âNow, now, Kassandra,â Michael interrupted my train of thought. âStop scaring away the new guy.â She gave him a look which made him raise his hands in defeat and then she faced me. âYou all have the same subjects later on, right?â
âYeah,â we replied in unison. She didnât give any reaction but handed Morph a bag. âIâll see you all later then,â she looks over her shoulder a bit and walks away. When she was finally out of our sight, I turned to my bandmates who were looking at the bag. When they opened it, it was filled with snacks and a big pack of potato chips. They all had an evil grin on their faces and they closed the bag again. âItâs cool how she could smuggle some junk food here in school.â
âShe mustâve paid the school guard to let her in,â Nick joked. My eyebrows arched. The image of Kassandra burned in the back of my mind and I canât help notice how she looked so innocently malevolent. Two words I never thought would fit together. Morpheus saw how confused I was and placed his hand on my shoulder. âYou look lost.â
âI donât understand how things go around here,â I said with genuine honesty. âIs it just me or is Kassandra plotting something evil?â They looked at each other which is concerning for me like itâs a tough subject they donât want to tackle. âDid I say something wrong?â
Nick snaked his arm around my shoulder. âNah, dude. Itâs just that, Kassandra had this reputation here at school, so it tends to make her judge and mistrust people she meets at first glance. Be a little patient with her. Sheâs actually a great person to be with,â he smiled. With that, the school bell rings for our upcoming classes. We walked to our classroom and went on with our day.
Finally, school was about to end. I just had to end this last class: Literature. My bandmates were left behind since they said they needed to talk to our Math teacher. When I reached the door of the classroom, I expected a bunch of students sticking their noses in books but instead, I found most of my classmates were off their seats, just being chaotic as usual.
âYouâll get used to it,â said a familiar voice behind me. When I turned around, I found Kassandra. She had a black backpack slung on one shoulder and the strap had a metal pin of a badly drawn smiley face with Xâs for eyes and it had its tongue stuck out, the logo of the Grunge band Nirvana. âNice pin,â I complimented. âSomehow matches your personality.â
âDonât flatter me, Perseus,â her voice laced with bitter sarcasm. âAnd if you want small talk, I suggest we go inside and sit down. Unless you want to block the door, Iâm not joining you.â
I stepped aside and let her in first and muttered, âSorry.â Following her to the back of the classroom, I sat on the vacant chair beside her. There were more vacant seats other than this but I just felt like I needed to sit next to somebody I at least know if I get called. Now and then, I would steal glances of her just to see her doodling on her notebook. Well, I just think sheâs doodling. The first thing that caught my attention was that sheâs writing in Greek? Second thing I noticed were the symbols AδΡĎ. What do they mean? Like I know. I wanted to ask her but everyone started to make a commotion when Michael entered the room.
Kassandra let out a soft laugh when she saw her friend being flirty with the girls who were head over heels for him. âAlways a tosser,â she muttered and closed her notebook. âThen these girls would fall for every banter. Can you believe that?â
I realized she was talking to me so I answered, âEr, yeah. Theyâre being a little too extra.â
âMichaelâs always extra,â she shrugs. I then noticed her lips were curled up into a small smile and I kind of felt good about that. She looked at me and raised an eyebrow. âWhat?â
âNothing,â I looked in the other direction. When they were seated, the professor entered the room. Heâs a pudgy man with a scowl on his face and has more hair on his chin than on his head. I could hear a lot of the students around us snickering and then they all burst out laughing when the teacher sat on his seat. Confused, he tries standing up and then realizes the problem. âYou insufferable brats!â He yelled at us. When he tried to walk out of his desk, everyone was laughing except for me and Kassandra since the chair was stuck to the manâs rear-end. I mean, itâs literally glued to his butt. Honestly, itâs an old trick in the book but I think getting someone to do it right in front of you makes it funny. He started yelling things I donât think would get him a promotion, or probably let him keep his job. Nonetheless, we continued class while the professor was seated, and ever so often, you will hear giggles when he tries standing up.
âNow,â he pats a stack of papers on his desk. âThis will be your homework for two weeks. Read it carefully and I donât want anyone submitting anything stupid, understood?â
Everyone jeered and groaned. Kassandra and I stayed silent then I glanced at her just to find her reading a book under her desk. As the papers were being distributed, the professor said, âYou all will be partneredâ âeveryone cheeredâ âby the person beside you.â The excitement died and it just made him smile smugly. The school bell rang for dismissal and everyone quickly raced to the door.
âWait,â I looked at my seatmate. âWho am I partnered with?â We stared at each other. It seemed like time suddenly stopped for some reason. Our eyes locked and I donât know how, but I could see this shadow behind her gray orbs. What could it be? A weird gut feeling tells me that this person in front of me was someone⌠someone who you shouldnât get on their bad side or youâre screwed. Kassandra smiled and answered, âI suppose youâre stuck with me, Phrixus.â
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1-Knitting
âWhereâs Red Hood?â Nightwing asked as he landed on the roof of the building and looked over at the rest of the batfam.
   âHeâs not coming.â Batman said as he crossed his arms and looked at Nightwing,
   âYouâre late by the way.â
   âI know. I ran into some guys robbing a gas station.â
   âHnâ
   âGood talk B.â Nightwing chuckled and walked towards his brothers.
   âGood afternoon baby birdies.â
   âHey, Dick.
   âDo you know where Jason is?â
   âHe said he was taking the night off and that Bruce can fuck off.â
   âThat gives me an idea!â Nightwing beamed at his siblings and then ran over to Bruce,
   âHey! B! If Red Hood can take the night off then we should go visit him!â
   âNo.â
   âCome on Bruce. You know how Jason gets when heâs alone.â Tim said as he leaned on his bo staff,
   âNo. We have patrol.â
   âFather. We should go see Todd.â
   âYeah B!â Stephanie said as she bounced up and down. Cass smiled and stood silently behind Steph. Bruce looked at each of his kids and sighed. He knew when he was outnumbered and when he lost. Because when it comes to his kids he really couldnât tell them no. So away they went to Jasonâs apartment. Somehow halfway there Dick and Steph turned it into a race, Dick won of course.
   âSoooo front door or window?â
   âThe front door is for normal people.â Dick said with a smile.
   âWindow it is.â Tim said as he pried the window to Jasonâs apartment.
   â....Do you hear music?â
   âJasonâs listening to music.â
The family slowly crept into the apartment. Only one light was on and that was to the living room. They walked towards the living room and they each froze. Jason was sitting in a rocking chair humming along to the soft music that was playing through the radio with knitting needles. Was he knitting a sweater, oh my god he was. Dick put his hand on the wall but ended up knocking something off the wall. Jason jumped off of the rocking chair and looked behind him. Damian and Tim both covered their mouths to not laugh. Jason was wearing a fluffy pink sweater with a cartoonish red bat.Â
Jasonâs face turned a very bright red,
   âWHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!â
   âWe came to visit you. Oh my god, youâre adorable in that!â
   âPlease stop.â Jason sighed and looked away. Stephanie squealed as she grabbed something out of a basket.
   âIt has my name on it!â Jason looked over to Stephanie and sighed.
   âI made it for you. I uh..made everyone something.â As soon as those words left his mouth Steph grabbed the basket and dumped everything on the floor,
   âOh come on Steph!â She gave everyone whatever had their names on it. Dick had a pair of black and blue gloves, Damian had a green scarf that had the Wayne family crest, Tim had a red and black hat, Cass had a hat with tiny bat ears.
   âAww, Jay! Where did you learn how to knit anyway?â
   âWhen I was in France with the league I met an old woman who didnât have any family willing to visit her. So I stayed with her when I was able too. We talked and she should me how to knit. She said I was the best grandson she knew. She uh..died shortly after. So whenever Iâm missing her I knit.â
   âIâm sorry Jason.â
   âJayladâŚâ
   âI-Itâs ok. I swear it is.â He was tackled by all of his family in a giant hug.
   âGuys...canât...breath..â They let go of him slowly.
   âSo. Got any stories about the lady?â
   âCecile Bisset. She was the sweetest old lady.â That whole night was full of Jason telling stories about Cecile and knitting a sweater. Once the sweater was done he handed it to Bruce.
   âThere you are.â Bruce stared at the sweater and smiled. It was black with pink cuffs and had âBest Bat Dadâ on it.
   âHappy early fatherâs day.âBruce sat the sweater to the side and hugged Jason.
   âI love you son.â
   âLove you too dad.â
  Â
2-Horse Back riding
   âSoo. Jason ran off.â Bruce sighed loudly as he turned the chair to look at his kids.
   âWhy?â Dick shrugged at Bruceâs response.
   âI donât know. He said he needed to leave Gotham for a bit.â Bruce sighed again and grabbed his phone. He went into his contacts and called Clark.
   âClark. Is Jason either over at your place or coming over?.... Weâll come by in about an hour.â Bruce sat his phone on the batcomputers desk.
   âHeâs at Clarkâs?â Tim asked as he sat down in his swivel office chair and spun himself around
   âHeâs at the Kentâs place in Smallville.â Tim stopped spinning in the chair and looked at Bruce,
   âWhyâs he at the Kentâs?â
   âI donât know. But we are going to go see.â
   âCool. Letâs follow the Red Hood and see what he does on the weekend.â Damian said as he looked over at Stephanie who was standing on the t-rexâs head as she played with the stuffed knitted bear that Jason made for her.
   âHe knits on the weekends Dami!â She said with a smile.
   âSteph get off the t-rex.â
   âSure B.â
   âSo...shall we go get our wayward birdy?â Dick smiled as he looked around at his family, Tim sighed loudly and got off his chair.
   âFine.â Dick rolled his eyes while Bruce tried not to smack his face with his palm.
   It took them twenty minutes to get on the road and towards Smallville. Bruce really needed to talk to Jason about running off without telling them. They worry about Jason, theyâre scared heâll get hurt while they arenât there with him. When they reach the Kentâs farm, Clark was waiting for them outside the farmhouse. He smiled at the Wayneâs.
   âHey, guys! How was the drive over?â
   âWhereâs Jason?â Bruce ignored the question, he only wanted to see his son. Clark smiled,
   âHeâs in the back with Ma and Pa. Come on.â He seemed eager to show them something. And when they got to the back they realized why. Jason was riding in a circle with a beautiful black horse. They could see a bright smile on his face. Ma Kent walked over to them and offered them some lemonade.
   âGood to see you boys again.â She smiled at them.
   âI didnât know Jason could ride horses.â
   âHeâs really good at it. Cause he canât really take the horses to Gotham he keeps them here. Thanks, Ma.â Clark said as he took a glass of lemonade from his mom. Jason noticed them and smiled at them, he pulled on the horseâs reins making the horse stop. He got off the horse and handed the reins to Pa Kent who gladly took it. Jason walked over to them and crossed his arms with a playful smile.
   âWhatâs going on guys?â
   âYou can ride horses too?â
   âYep.â
   âLet me guess, someone taught you when you were traveling?â
   âOh yeah. I stayed with a nice family in Mongolia. They taught me how to ride horses. They also showed me how to shear sheep.â
   âJesus Jason. Anything else you can do that we donât know?â
   âEh probably. But Iâll let you figure it out later.â Jason said as he put his hands in his pocket. Damian was staring at the horse with wide eyes,
   âWhatâs his name?â
   âShade.â
   âI love him.â
   âI know you do Dami.â
   âFather-â
   âNo Damian.â
   âTT.â
The Waynes joined the Kentâs for dinner that night, when they finished dinner the Waynes headed to the car.
   âHow did you get here Jay?â Tim asked as he opened the car door.
   âMy bike.â
   âYou wanna come with us? Itâs late.â
   âIâll be fine dad. Iâll see you guys at the manor?â Bruce nodded
   âOh yeah. We still gotta do movie tonight.â
   âDamn. I forgot about that.â
   3-Hair Braiding
   âOw! Dick be careful!â Stephanie winced as Dick pulled her hair.
   âSorry, Steph! Iâm not really good at braiding.â
   âYou donât say.â
Jason watched them from the doorway fixing his tie.
   âMove out of the way Dickie.â Jason all but pushed Dick away from Steph,
   âWhat are you doing Jay?â Stephanie asked Jason as he gathered the middle of her hair,
   âYour hair has bee brushed right?â
   âOf course.â
   âGood.â Jason split the hair into three sections and crossed the right section under the middle one. He took a thin section of her hair and added it to the right section before crossing it under the middle one. He did the same thing with the left side and kept doing it until he reached the nape of Stephâs neck, when he got to her nape he did a standard braid and loosened the outer strands of the braid to make it seem fuller.
   âThere.â Jason took a step back and looked at his work with a proud smile.
   âOh my god! I love it!â Steph squealed happily as she turned and wrapped her arms around Jason in a hug.
   âLet me guess...traveling?â Dick said with a smirk. Jason laughed
   âOh yeah. I stayed with a woman in the Netherlands who really liked to braid hair, she should me how to do it.â
   âThank you so much, Jay!â
   âIâm glad you do Steph. I gotta finish getting ready for the Gala.â He turned around and walked out of the room leaving Steph and Dick to talk about her hairstyle.
   4-Makeup
Jason headed to his room after he left Steph and Dick when he overheard Tim and Cass,
   âIâm sorry Cass, Iâm not really good at makeup thatâs not...cover up.â Jason looked in Cassâs room. Cass was sitting in front of her vanity mirror while Tim was brushing her hair. Cass pouted a bit.
   âNeed help with some make-up Cassy?â Tim and Cass looked over at Jason,
   âYes.â
   âWhat look were you hoping for?â She pointed to a picture in a magazine. Red and yellow mixed eyeshadow, butterfly looking hairclips, and matte pink lipstick. Jason nodded and got to work. He blended the red and yellow eyeshadow in the middle to make it orange, he used eyeliner and mascara. Once he finished her eye makeup he put her matte pink lipstick,
   âAnd youâre done.â Cass smiled at the reflection and then hugged Jason,
   âThank you.â
   âNo problem Cassy.â
   âIâm not even gonna ask where you picked that up.â
   âBelieve it or not. Talia showed me how to do makeup.â
   âI donât believe it.â Tim said as he grabbed his suit jacket off of Cassâs dresser,
   âSo, you ready for the Gala Jay?â
   âI guess.â With that, the three siblings walked downstairs to meet their dad for the Gala.
   5-Belly Dancing
Dick really never expected to find Jason in the dance studio as an instructor. A Belly Dancing instructor. Dick, Cass, Steph, Tim, and Damian watched from the class door watching as Jason told the class what they were going to do.
   âFirstly we are going to make a big outer hip circle.â He said as he moved his hips in a big circle,
   âOur pelvic region is gonna stay in neutral, as we push and shift our weight from toes, heels, and the edges of our feet. As you can see Iâm pushing my hips in a nice big counter-clockwise circle and making sure I keep it all equal. How far I go forward is how far I go backward. It probably wonât come naturally to any of you, but why not give it a try.â Jason watched the class as they tried to copy Jason.
   âHeather, donât sway your hips like that. Keep it natural not club dancing. Good job Keira. A tip is to try and keep your pant line even with the floor. Donât tip a hip up. Keep your spine straight guys. Donât bend and donât go so big you lose your balance.â He said as he kept making his hips go in a circle.
   â....I think we should leave Jason to his class.â
   â...Iâm having him teach me this.â
   âDick no.â
   âDick yes.â Tim grabbed Dicksâs ear and the siblings walked out of the dance studio and away from Jason. Tim needed bleach in his eyes to get rid of the image of Jason moving his hips like that. It was not something he ever wanted to see. From Damianâs reaction, he agrees with Tim.
+1-The family surprises him
Jason yawned as he made his way up to the main door to the manor, he didnât bother to knock. He just pushed opened the door, he took one step in and saw his family all trying to belly dance.
   âWhat in the..â
   âAh, Master Jason. Would you like some tea?â Alfred walked up to him with a tray of tea
   âW..whatâs going on?â Jason asked as he looked in horror as Bruce tried to sway his hips,
   âIt seems Master Dick wanted the family night to be used to learn Belly Dancing.â
   â...Can I go to the kitchen...I donât need to see Bruce swaying his hips anymoreâŚâ
   âOf course.â Jason walked into the kitchen, for the second time that night he froze. Talia and Selina were sitting at the table drinking coffee and talking. Like friends.
   âHe came from nowhere and said âIâm Batman.â Like it was supposed to mean something to me at the time.â Selina said as she took a sip of her coffee. Talia laughed and looked over at Jason.
   âHabibi, come sit with us.â Jason smiled and walked over to the table and sat with the two women.
   âSo, weâre talking shit about Bruce?â
   âOf course we are.â
#5+1#Jason Todd#Dick Grayson#Batfam#Stephanie Brown#Damian Wayne#Tim Drake#Cassandra Cain#Bruce Wayne#The Kents#Talia Al Ghul
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My Favorite
Trope: Soulmate marks. Twist: Lexa doesnât have one. Clarke does.
7/7 - (Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5Â - Part 6)
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It wasn't the sunshine that woke her up or even the breeze from the window that was cracked open. It was the soft press of kisses on her neck and the brief flutter of eyelashes against her jaw. Lexa awoke with a smile, fingers already lost in blonde locks. She kissed back the sweet lips that brushed against her mouth, teasing with a swipe of tongue before they were gone again.
"Hmm don't stop," Lexa mumbled.
Her body was still so tired by the night's events that she was happy to lie on her back all day if it meant Clarke would remain atop her like this, half-nude and warm and soft. Lexa's hands traveled to her waist until she finally opened her eyes.
"Good morning," she sleepily said, relieved that she had not dreamed this up. It was unlikely any dream could match up to this reality.
Clarke shook her head.
"It's not a good morning?" Lexa asked with a mild frown.
Clarke pointed toward the clock on the nightstand, which read 12:04pm.
"Oh." Lexa couldn't remember the last time she'd slept this late, but as Sundays went this one was the greatest in a long time.
"Have you been up long?" she asked, pouting when Clarke nodded. "You should've woken me up."
Clarke ran her hand over Lexa's jaw and kissed her again. Lexa smiled, hands going beneath her sleep shirt.
"You know, I'm very naked."
Clarke arched a brow, clearly not seeing the problem.
"And you're not. I thought I took care of that serious mistake last night, but if it's a reoccurring problem I'll be happy to-"
Clarke laughed and then kissed her again. Lexa ran her hands up her bare thighs and managed to sit up. She wrapped her arms around Clarke's waist and lost herself in their embrace, wondering if it would be at all possible to simply do this all day long. When Clarke pulled back and grabbed something on the nightstand, Lexa still felt slightly dazed.
The room finally came into sharper focus when Clarke presented her with a piece of paper. It was a handwritten letter, one that Lexa guessed had been penned while she slept. Clarke sat back and bit her lip.
"Should I read it now?" Lexa asked.
Clarke nodded.
Lexa sat up against one of the pillows, brushing a hand over her eyes to ensure she didn't miss a single word.
Dear Laxe,
Lexa looked up and noticed Clarke's cheeky grin. "One day I'll get you back for that one."
I wish I could tell you these things differently, but amazed as I am by your progress in sign, I'm not as patient as people believe me to be. Iâm excited for the day you and I can discuss what has led us both here at length; just the two of us in bed without phones or notes or friends acting as translators. But until that day, here goes:
When I was ten, a car slammed into my bicycle on my way to school. I was thrown off so hard that my helmet cracked in half when I hit a tree head first. When I woke up in a hospital room, my entire body felt broken. My parents asked me if I remembered anything, but I didn't. So my mom asked me if I could tell her my name. When I said it out loud, her face went pale and my dad started crying. I realized whatever had come out wasn't right. Simply put, I know what I want to say, but my brain and my speech muscles just can't relay the message right.
In spite of that, I was lucky. I had a lot of people helping me and I made it out okay. With time I managed fluent ASL and speech therapy helped me relearn how to mouth out some words, though with long sentences I usually end up mouthing something that doesn't even look like the same word. I'm sorry if that confuses you one day.
Lexa shook her head. "Don't be sorry for confusing me. I'll just have to learn faster."
About a year later, I noticed that my mark looked weird. Like someone had rubbed their finger over it and it wasn't as sharp anymore. I should've probably been more concerned, but⌠Deep down, I always knew my mark fading had to do with you. I can't really explain how I knew it was connected to you - to how you felt about it. I just did. So even if my own parents panicked, even if some strangers raised their concerns, I was always calm about it.
When I heard you speak to me for the first time, I realized I had to think carefully.
I wanted to answer you so badly. I think you noticed that - you looked so disappointed when I didn't. The truth is, I understood that if I did, my mark would stop fading for good. And maybe we could have been happy for a while, knowing that you and I are destined to be together, but⌠I think at some point in these past few days you finally set yourself free.
Lexa, you donât believe in the mark. Even if I told you what words used to be on your wrist, even if you recognized them, I don't think you would place your faith back in the system. I don't think you will ever allow anything or anyone to tell you who to trust your heart with. When my mark started fading, I understood that it was you renouncing the system for your own sake. And I don't want to be a part of something that has caused you so much pain.
I think my mark faded because you don't want to be inevitable. You want to be a choice. A choice someone makes because they want you, not because they need you to feel complete. Not because the world has told them you're theirs. Not because fate has decided for them.
All I've ever wanted, too, was for someone to choose me for who I am. For someone to accept that they'll never hear me say their name. That communication will be hard and that sometimes we will both get frustrated with each other. That I look odd when I laugh.
"Your laugh is my favorite," Lexa murmured absentmindedly, not noticing when Clarke's eyes widened and then she smiled. Â
You gave me all of that when you chose me without even knowing I was already yours. So please be sure of the same: Â
I choose you. I choose you because you make me happy. Because you're trying to learn a new language for me. Because you have such a big heart. I choose this life with you because I know it'll be worth everything. I know what I wanted my response to be, but I don't know if it matches whatever was once on your wrist. It doesn't matter to me if it did or not. I think there are other ways of knowing when a person is right for you. There are so many ways that these marks have made us forget. Thatâs what I want to give you: my heartâs conviction that youâre right for me and Iâm right for you. We don't need fate, Lexa.
But I understand that it's more difficult for you. Your mark was taken abruptly and this world treated you differently because of it. I understand if you want to know what my words were going to be. And I'll tell you in a heartbeat if that's what you need. I imagine that we'd be able to scrub your name from the registry. That we could be a part of the system again. I'll give you your words back, whether it means closure or a new beginning for you.
Do you want them back?
The letter ended with the simple question, but Lexa found it impossible to look up. Her eyes had filled with tears and she had started trembling. She felt Clarke's hand gently nudge her chin up, her touch so caring that Lexa knew she was safe. When she looked up, she saw that Clarke had grabbed a marker and written the mark back on her own wrist: I love that tomato.
Lexa held her breath. She ran a finger over the words, her heart clenching painfully. Her first reaction was to be angry - angry that she'd been a part of this system all along, yet it had not recognized Clarke's voice. Or perhaps it had - perhaps it had known all along that Clarke would not speak the words she would have if the circumstances had been different.
It wasn't something Lexa could pretend to understand. She looked up into Clarke's eyes and noticed her still holding the marker. Clarke then took her wrist and pointed the marker at it, silently repeating the question she had asked.
Did Lexa want her words back?
It had been so long since she'd seen them. Just two words, short and sweet. She had dreamed about them as a child, questioning what kind of situation might lead to them. She had wondered if they were in response to her own words, or if whatever she replied back would be her soulmate's mark.
And then they had vanished. Dreams turned into nightmares. Questions never answered. Her life had changed because of a simple mark on her skin. Now, Clarke was offering to give it back. But Lexa had everything she needed. Clarke had already given her the certainty that the future was theirs to shape. She took the marker and wrote a simple word on her wrist: Clarke.
"There. Marked."
Clarke smiled and joined their hands together so that her mark pressed against Lexa's. It wasn't lost on her what Clarke was giving her wholeheartedly. Clarke had her family and friends in Polis, but they had yet to know the impact of her being on the registry for the Markless. Lexa had lost work because of it. Lost valuable time and energy. But she knew how to navigate this world now. Nothing would get in the way of Clarke taking it on - she would make sure of it.
She leaned forward and kissed her, whispering thank yous as she clutched the letter close to her heart.
~
After a few hours, Lexa finally agreed with Clarke insisting they needed food and coffee. Though she had assumed they would stay at the hotel, she was happy to follow Clarke when she suggested Coffee on the Moon instead. There, Clarke made a beeline for Raven at the counter, tugging Lexa with her. But Lexa stopped when she noticed someone very familiar coming out of the restroom.
"Anya?" she called out, incredulous. "What are you doing here? Is Tris with you?"
"Uh⌠Hey. Tris was invited to a weekend at the beach for this rich kid's birthday. It's a whole ordeal."
"Right." Lexa glanced toward Clarke, who was already signing something quite quickly to Raven. When Raven looked her way and gave her a smirk, Lexa felt her cheeks redden. She focused her attention back on Anya, who was looking more and more like sheâd been caught doing something sheâd vehemently deny.Â
"So you decided to drive two hours north for⌠the coffee?"
"They're good grinds."
"Hm. And that's not a hickey on your neck, is it?"
Anya glared at her. "You know, maybe I wouldn't have ended up on someone else's couch if my friend had answered her phone last night. Or opened her door."
Lexa arched a brow. "I gave you the spare key."
Anya plopped herself down on the chair she had clearly been occupying for some time, if judging by the already two empty coffees on the table. "You're insufferable."
"Feelings aren't poisonous, Anya."
"You're not your usual bitter self - I take it you got laid."
Lexa glanced at Clarke again, who was still chatting while Raven made their coffees.
"Oh, so the whole mark thing got cleared up, huh?" Anya asked with a chuckle.
Lexa's eyes widened. "You knew?"
"Well of course I knew, she's the one who showed me. I figured no one else but you could've said such a weird string of words."
Lexa scowled in disbelief. "You told me-"
"Yeah, yeah, I lied. But I saw the look on your face when you saw her. Knew right then you'd try to figure out if she had a mark and would run the other way when you did. Friends don't let friends fuck up their shot at happiness. Guess it paid off."
Lexa pretended to be upset for just the necessary moment. Anya was right, undoubtedly so. "I guess that makes me the guardian of your own happiness."
"Don't."
"You like Raven."
"Shut up."
"Are you curious about her mark?"
"Her mark is her shop and mine is my kid. I'm good with that."
Lexa nodded in understanding. "You know, I think Tris would like this place a lot."
Anya mulled it over. "Yeah?"
"Great schools, lots of parks, lower rent. I know you want to get her out of that neighborhood."
"Hm."
"And there are opportunities for you too. You're the one who coached me through my interviews - you'd get a job even faster."
âYou sure youâre not just sick of being so far from me?â Anya asked.
Lexa smiled. âThat too.â
~
While Clarke and her made their way toward the heart of the city, Lexa found herself comparing it to their first date. She had been so full of hope then, but it had still been so new. Now, with Clarkeâs name well hidden beneath the sleeve of her sweater, and with Clarkeâs hand in hers, there was nothing unsteady about her hope. Clarke was right: they didnât need fate.Â
It would not always be as easy as strolling down the street hand-in-hand while they sipped on their coffees. It wouldnât be easy to always make each other laugh in moments of doubt.Â
But whatever the world told them, what they shared was not settling. Their feelings were not pale imitations of what others had. Lexa had never felt stronger, knowing that they were embracing the uncertainty of the future with their trust firmly placed in each other. Â
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6. I Warned Myself
âDo you remember when you said to not tell anybody? âCause if you do, Iâll be the first to put my hands around your throat. I warned myself that I shouldnât play with fire but I can tell that Iâll do it one more timeâ
As usual, I always arrived at the lab about ten minutes before my shift started so I had time to leave my things in the locker and go to the break room to make me a coffee, and if I was not alone, socialize with my colleagues. Sara was usually the first one to arrive, so we met in the break room, but this time, it was Catherine who was there.
-ÂĄHey, Cath! âI greeted with a smile as I walked toward the coffee machine to make myself one- Coffee?
-ÂĄHey Laura! âShe greeted back a few seconds later- No. Thank you.
Catherine was sitting in one of the chairs and with her phone she was trying to call someone but apparently that person didnât pick up the phone which led her straight to the voicemail.
-Are you okay? âI asked without knowing how she was going to take the question- Can I help you with something?
-Donât worry, itâs just.. âshe blew and put her hands in her head- Lindsey had a ballet performance today and I couldnât make it in time, so the teacher called her father and now heâs with Linds and I donât know.. Iâm not calm knowing the mess Eddie is.
-Why donât you take the night off then?
-I canât, itâs Nickyâs night off and weâd be two people short âShe breathed and tried to calm herself- Besides, weâve got a 445A in a business building.
-What? A bomb?!
-Yes âShe nodded before looking at her phone again for the last time- Sara and Grissom are already at the crime scene so we should be probably get going.
We picked up our field kit and we both climbed into the SUV that Catherine was driving. Apparently, the crime scene wasnât far from the lab but still, we had to cross busy streets.
-You know, this is my first case with bombs.
-Yeah? You like them?
-No, I hate them âI explained myself- Besides leaving the scene in a mess, everythingâs burned and in a thousand pieces. Itâs a lot of work and usually I donât mind it, but I just hate everything that goes BOOM.
Suddenly, a car coming from our left almost collided with us. Catherine stopped on the side of the road since we were both scared and with our hearts beating way too fast.
-Are you okay? âShe asked putting her hand in my arm- Iâm so sorry Laura. I just, I didnât saw the red light and kept driving..
-Cath, Cath.. âI did the same and held her hands to calm her down- Itâs okay. Nothing happened so donât waste time thinking about it. Do you want me to drive from here?
She nodded so we switched places and a few minutes later we arrived at the crime scene. We met up with Brass in the front of what used to be the doors to the building. He filled us in.
-Weâre all clear to go in, but hereâs what we got. Couple of head wounds. Elderly guy had his arm torn off. The only fatality so far is Jake Richards, a security guard. Bodyâs still inside.
We turned our flashlights on as we walked through the lobby. Grissom and Sara were kneeling down besides the body. We made our way toward them and put our kits down as we looked.
-How big you think this bomb was? âBrass asked.
-Itâs not the size of the bomb âSara answered- Itâs the overpressure in the air around it.
-The Van Gogh Effect in stereo, both ears âGrissom pointed his flashlight at the dead manâs head- A perfectly symmetrical amputation. Means he was looking directly at the bomb when it went off.
-Smell the sulfur? âCatherine sniffed and took a small sample scraping of the black stuff on the body - Light this, please.
-Gunpowder âI concluded when the black powder on the knife exploded- Well, we know the propellant.
-The dirty little secret of bombs is how easy they are to make and use âGrissom stood up- Our murder weaponâs here someplace in a thousand pieces. We have to find it and put it back together again.
-Bombs explode. Weird thing is their components survive the explosion. If we can piece together this bomb, weâre closer to finding who did this.
Using a magnetic device, I started gathering the minute pieces of metal in the debris. Sara and Catherine started bagging other pieces of metal and Warrick took photos of the whole crime scene. A few hours later, we returned to the lab and Catherine, Sara and I looked at all the bomb pieces we gathered spread out on the table in front of us.
-So all of this stuff is from a five-meter radius of the point of origin? âSara asked surprised.
-Yep âI nodded- Graphic explanation of why I hate bombs.
-How could the victim possibly be in one piece?
-Vacuum effect âCatherine explained- The air is being pushed out so fast when the bomb detonates thereâs a calm at the center.
-Did you figure out what this âFPâ stands for? âSara picked up a gear piece.
-I ran it through the ATFâs bomb database but no profile.
-So our bomberâs a newbie. Does he fit Grissomâs wack job from the bomb site? Dominic, the security guard?
-Itâs too soon to tell.
Apparently, a security guard from the building in which the bomb had exploded had approached Grissom to offer his help. He was a fan of bombs. Speak of the devil.. Grissom walked into the room carrying something.
-I found something interesting âhe showed it to us- Looks like a balance wheel from a clock. Bomb was time-delayed. This is a piece of a timing device.
-What about the orange stuff? âSara asked.
-Heat of the explosion must have melted whatever it is all around the wheel. Whatâs orange and melts?
-I would have to investigate that âshe answered with a smile.
-Hey, guys âNick walked into the room and looked at Grissom- Can I steal you for a minute?
-I thought this was your day off.
-Weâre kind of busy here, Nick.
-Yeah, I know and Iâm sorry, but I donât think this can wait.
Grissom and Nick left together, Catherine joined them a few minutes later and neither of them returned. Obviously something had happened and sooner or later we would know. Meanwhile, Sara and I discovered that the piece that Grissom had found belonged to a snoozewell and we discovered which one was, so we called Brass to track the sales of the specific snoozewell. It didnât take long for Brass to appear in the lab with one of his ironic one-liners.
-Donât you love the smell of sulfur in the afternoon? âhe asked leaning against the door frame- You might want to take a tour of Dominic Kretzkerâs house. Â I tracked down the sale of SnoozeWell clocks. 926 credit card purchases in the last three months in Clark County; 7 to Dominic Kretzker.
-This guy either has serious problems getting up early or he is the person we are looking for âI mumbled as I approached Brass- You cominâ Sara?
-No, Iâm going to stay here and help Warrick with the âFPâ initials.
We headed to Grissomâs office and once we informed him, we set out to visit our suspect. Brass told me how intense he was, but I didnât check it until I saw that he was waiting for us on his porch. He had a police scanner and thatâs how he knew we were coming.
-What can I do for you guys?
-Dominic.. this is the type of device that was used to set off the Hansen bomb âGrissom showed him a picture- We have proof that you purchased the same make of clock. Want to show us that clock of yours?
-Okey Dokey âhe said with a welcoming smile- Come on in.
We walked into the room. Dominic walked over to the table where there was a file box filled with stuff on the floor. He put the box on the table and picked up the alarm clock. He gave it to Grissom.
-The timing device is still intact.
-Yeah, âcause I havenât made the bomb yet.
-Look what I found, sulfur âBrass handed us the piece he found with globs of melted orange on it- Is this from the Hansen bomb?
-Sure is.
-You keep your key piece of evidence that could nail you? âI asked surprised.
-Thatâs sentimental. Historical. I collect souvenirs.. thatâs my building, you know. I mean.. that was my place of employment âhe started to get nervous- If I had anything to hide, Iâd hide it.
-Well, maybe so but youâre under arrest.
Brass cuffed him and put him in the car.
-I canât tell whether heâs brilliant or..nuts âGrissom said to me as we watched them get into the car.
-Yeah, me either but Iâll tell you one thing; I like him, he says âOkey Dokeyâ.
***
Back at the lab, Grissom and Brass interrogated Dominic, while I went to see Sara and Warrick, to check how they were doing with the initials. On my way, I was stopped by Catherine.
-Hey Laura, can I talk to you for a second?
-Yeah, sure âwe stood to one side of the hallway to not block the way- Everything okay? Have you been able to talk to your daughter?
-Yes, Eddie finally picked up the phone. Lindsey has a ballet class in a few hours and she wants mom to take her so.. sheâs not mad. Thanks for asking âCatherine gave me a warm smile- Look, a prostitute has been found dead by strangulation in her home and someone from the team was with her last night.
All my systems automatically thought of one person. Showing up at work on a day off and wanting to speak to Grissom urgently.. Warning signs. Just as quickly as I knew it was him, that quickly I was disappointed. Nick and I didnât meet because he already had plans with a friend when he really had a date with a prostitute. He lied to me and thatâs what hurt.
-Nick âI guessed and Catherine nodded as a confirmation.
-Ecklie, the day shift supervisor, is assigned to the case but they will pass it on to me. I wanted to talk to you because I may need help.
-Count me in, but why me? âCatherine didnât answer, she just looked at me- Because Iâm the rookie, right?
-We need everyone working the bomb case.. âShe explained and then suddenly, she greeted someone with her hand and headed that way- Oh, hey, Conrad, Grissomâs at interrogation but I need to speak with you.. about Nick Stokes.
Ecklie seemed like he wanted to talk, but since he didnât know me he looked askance at me indicating that he wasnât going to talk if there was someone unknown there. I took the step and introduced myself.
-Let me guess, about his involvement with a dead hooker?
-Come one, the hooker was a person. Her name was Kristy Hopkins.
-I realize that, thank you but his prints were all over Kristy Hopkinsâs house. Letâs see wine glass, bedside table, bed frame..
Ecklie was giving us a visual image when Nick appeared on the scene. He stopped as soon as he saw that we were talking with Ecklie. We exchanged a look and after taking a deep breath, he approached.
-Nick, I donât think you guys should be talking âCatherine advised.
-Itâs no big deal. Whatâs up, Ecklie?
-I need a DNA sample from you, Nick. We found a condom, used.
-I assume youâre trying to prove Kristy Hopkins and I were sexually active last night. My DNA will match, no warrant necessary. I have something else for you âNick handed Ecklie a piece of paper with writing on it- A license plate number. Vehicle belongs to Jack Willman. Had a fight with Kristy outside the Orpheus last night around midnight.
-Well, Iâll look into it but come one.. your fingerprints, your DNA.. thatâs whatâs going into evidence. I donât want to believe a CSI could commit murder. Hell, I donât even want to believe that a CSI could sleep with a hooker.
-You know what? âEcklieâs way of talking pissed me off, so I had to say something- Nickâs private life..
-Is no longer private âhe interrupted me- Iâm sorry if you guys donât like where the evidence is pointing but show me otherwise. In the meantime, I have a protocol to follow.
-Look, Iâm going to get OâRiley to track down this Jack guy for questioning, but I am out on a limb for you here, Nick âCatherine said, and then she and Ecklie left together.
Nick put his hands on his waist and turned to look at me. His gaze was saddened and concerned. Mine was hurt and pissed off.
-Can we talk? âhe asked me as my phone rang.
-Gotta go âI read the urgent message from Brass- Thereâs been a second bomb.
***
We made a quick little briefing after visiting the second crime scene, because it was raining, we collected the most important things and returned. Sara discovered that the orange stuff was actually orange polyester from a jacket. I ran a search looking for disgruntled employees in The Hansen Building and I found Norman Stirling, a former manager. Warrick investigated the initials and found out that they were made by an electric etcher. The manufacturer said that this etcher was only used for training purposes and Las Vegas School District was the one who bought it and Stirlingâs son goes there. Last by not least, the second bomb was not remote, so Dominic was ruled out as a suspect because he was in custody. Grissom let him free to go with an advice; âNext time try not to be quite so trusting. You donât need to be a heroâ.
While Brass was in charge of finding and bringing both the father and the son for interrogation, I received a message from Catherine telling me to meet her at the DNA Lab. When I arrived, she was already there.
-How you doing, Greg? âI greeted him.
-Worried about Nick âhe answered me and then looked at Catherine- Itâs not your case, much as I want to help, no can do.
-Thatâs my case for the next twelve hours. Ask the Sheriff.
-I would never doubt your word âGreg opened the freezer and took out the envelope. He removed the slide and put it under the microscope- Nickâs little soldiers, all yours.
-Thanks Greg âCatherine looked through the scope and indicated me to look too- When did you say this sample was frozen?
-10.15 AM, why?
-What do you see, Laura?
-These guys are all heads, no tails âI answered.
-Kristyâs time of death was 6.00 AM. It takes about seven hours for bacteria to eat away at the tails..
-.. Placing the time of ejaculation at 2.00 AM âI finished.
-It doesnât disprove Nickâs presence at the time of the homicide.
-You could be a little more supportive âI told Greg and then realized something- Do we have the murder weapon? Â
-No, we donât âCatherine denied with her head- She was strangled. If Jack killed her, it had to be something of convenience. Iâll go to the crime scene and have a look around.
-Catherine âI stopped her and gain her attention- What happens if we donât solve this in twelve hours?
-They are going to arrest Nick âShe answered honestly- If Nickâs arrested, itâs not going to matter that heâs cleared later. Itâs automatic dismissal.
***
Catherine left to find the murder weapon and with the bombs case we were waiting for the father and son, I took advantage of the break to make a coffee. I really needed the caffeine. I put the phone on the table and went to the coffee maker. I leaned against the table while I waited but then I heard someone enter the room and close the door. I knew exactly who it was.
-Can we talk now? âI didnât ever bother turning around- Iâd like to explain.
-You donât owe me an explanation.
-I know, but I want to âhe made a small pause- Look, I donât want you to think that I lied to you because I didnât.
-What do you want me to think then? âI poured the coffee and turned to look at him- Nick, the fact that you slept with a hooker and she appeared dead hours later.. Iâm confused, because I was starting to know you and that doesnât sound like the person I thought you were.
-I wasnât her client and Iâve never used that kind of services.. âhe breathed and gave a step closer- I knew Kristy because of this job, I helped her a couple times before and..
-Helped her? âI interrupted her- Nick, are you aware of what youâre saying?
-I know, you listen, please âhe gave me puppy eyes and I couldnât resist them even though I tried- What I told you yesterday was the truth, I met this friend of mine and we watched the game then, when we were leaving the place, I ran into her then I drove her home and.. well, you know what happened. We had this chemistry, you know?
-Yeah, I know.
I nodded slightly and kept my gaze steady to make him understand that my answer referred to what I had begun to feel for him. Luckily or not, I could tell that he understood, but I couldnât read further.
-Iâve been wrong about a lot of people in my life and Iâve played their game, but that has helped me learn to know when someone is double-edged.. and youâre not âNick raised his head and looked at me surprised- I never thought you killed her. I know you didnât. You donât have to worry about my thoughts of you, they havenât changed. I doubted, yes but I still think youâre good person, not a killer.
I smiled at him and for a moment I could see relief in his eyes. Then I got up to leave, but when I was at the door, he spoke.
-Thank you, I really needed to hear that.
***
Catherine sent me a message saying that she had found the murder weapon. She compared the cord from the curtains with the markings found round Kristyâs neck and it was match. Now, all we needed to do was look for fingerprints or a piece of evidence that indicated that Nick didnât kill her.
-Hey Cath, that was fast! âI met her at reception.
-Yeah, everything for Nicky âThe clock from reception chimed, she looked around at the sound and checked it. She realized how late it was- Lindsey. The ballet class.
-Catherine, go. Câmon.
-I..I have to examine the murder weapon. Nickâs case is running out of time.
-Iâll do it right now, donât worry âShe looked again at the clock- Go.
-If you have any doubt, call me! âShe said while she was leaving- I owe you one.
-No, you donât!
I walked down the hallway with the evidence bag in my hand, ready to apply everything I had learned, when Grissom crossed my path.
-I was about to page you âhe said- Norman Stirling and his son are at the interrogation room. I was wondering, since youâve been with us for a few months, if you wanted to do your first interrogation.
Dilemma. Grissom had just offered me to conduct my first interrogation and I really felt prepared to do it but then I looked at the bag in my hands, and I couldnât. Proving Nickâs innocence was more important than taking another step in my career. So, I had to refuse. Running against the clock, I looked for fingerprints on the cord, but there werenât any. Then, I had an idea.
-Kristy Hopkins was strangled with this sash âI dropped the cord out onto the table in front of Greg- Itâs fingerprint-free, but the force of the pull would have scratched off epithelials from the killerâs hands, right?
-Abraded, yeah.
-And you can extract DNA from epithelials?
-If theyâre fresh enough- Greg took a swab from the cord and put the sample under the microscope- Epithelials are affirmative. Iâm just going to need something to compare to.
-I read on the file case that Jack Willman has a prior for sexual assault, so his DNA is on file.
***
Nick was pacing the floor when I walked in the break room. When he saw me, he stopped and bit his lip. He was very nervous.
-Whereâs Catherine?
-She had to leave, but donât worry, I examined the murder weapon.
Nick nodded and tried to calm himself down. I was surprised.
-What? Youâre not worried that the rookie examined the piece that can send you to jail? âI joked.
-No, I trust you.
Nick was playing with his hands and even though he was almost going to have a breakdown, those words came out naturally and calm. He was telling the truth. He trusted me and knowing that just made me grow my feelings for him. Â
-Jack Willman killed her.
Nick sighed and smiled as he walked towards me to give me a hug.
-Thank you.
His arms around squeezed me a fraction tighter and we both breathed more slowly. His embrace was warm, and his big, strong arms seemed very protective when wrapped around my body. The world around me melted away as I squeezed him back, not wanting the moment to end.
-Hey.. Iâm just doing my job.. Besides, if theyâd send you to jail I wouldnât have my promised dinner.
-Laura âGrissomâs head popped out- The kid confessed everything. He put another bomb at Summit High School, we are going now to deactivate it. Though you wanted to come.
-Right behind you âI nodded.
-By the way, about that dinner.. âNick made a pause- Anytime.
I smiled at him and followed Grissom. When we arrived, Grissom stopped the car and we ran out with the other officers. The students were running out of the school. As the last of them leave, Dominic exited the building carrying the package. He had the bomb in his hands.
-Dominic, stop! âI yelled- Stop right there. Put it down!
-No, itâs all right âhe smiled- Everyoneâs safe.
-No, no, no âGrissom yelled back- Drop it. Itâs active!
Suddenly, Dominic stopped smiling and from his face I could tell he heard the clock timer ticking. Dominic looked down at the package in his hands. As we watched, the bomb exploded and we were thrown back by the impact of the explosion. Grissom checked on me a few seconds later, when we were able to sat up. Dominic gave his life for the students. He was the hero he always wanted to be.
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The Prince and the Pauper, The Thief of Spades Season 2 Episode 1
I told myself Iâd take a break from this story in between seasons, but I guess not. LOL
Welcome to Season 2! My promises to you: more hijinks! More kisses! More smut! ;)
Chapter Rating: T Warnings: bribery Summary: Arthur meets Gabrielâs partner and is dragged back into the fray. A prince attempts to strike a deal with a pauper. Word Count: ~1900
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âAh, Inspector!â Gabriel greets Arthur warmly as he enters the familiar conference room. âIâm pleased you could join us.â
âOui! Mon ami, it has been too long!â Francis says, leaping up from his seat to throw his arm around Arthur, kissing him congenially on the cheek though it lingers a bit.
Gabriel digs his thumb into Francisâ collarbone and pulls him away from Arthur. âHedevary might have let you get away with sexual harassment, Bonnefoy, but rest assured, Agent Clark and I will not, am I understood?â He turns to Arthur. âIf he gives you any trouble, let me know immediately.â
The new CIA agent is suddenly much more endeared to Arthur than he had been.
âIt is all for fun, Agent Costa. No need to have such a stick up yourââ
Ludwig coughs pointedly. âGood morning, Arthur. It is good to see you again,â he says affably, holding out his hand for Arthur.
Arthur shakes his hand firmly. âLikewise, Ludwig, although I do have other tasks to accomplish today, so if we could make this brief, Iâd appreciate it.â
Gabriel nods. âOf course. We are only waiting for Agent Clark.â
As if on cue, the door opens, revealing a woman who canât be taller than 162 cm with bright green eyes, delicate cheekbones and one of the most severe expressions Arthur has ever seen on a person. She adjusts her glasses primly and tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear, though the rest of it is wound up in a braided bun.
âAlice!â Gabriel exclaims. âImpeccable timing as always. Inspector, this is my partner, Agent Alice Clark. Sheâs on loan from MI6.â
âStrange,â Alice retorts, âI thought you were on loan from the CIA.â
âWe are on loan to each other,â Gabriel jokes dashingly.
Alice rolls her eyes.
âMI6, hmm?â Arthur says. âOdd, you donât look like a mindless government buffoon,â he teases.
Alice seems to miss the good-natured intent and looks him up and down, scanning him with intense precision. âI suppose I could say the same about you,â she retorts dryly, âthough I canât say I see what all the fuss is about. You seem quite ordinary.â
âYes well, if you ever figure it out, please let me know. Iâm at a loss myself,â Arthur replies, suddenly remembering how much he hadnât missed these meetings at all.
Aliceâs lips quirk just slightly and she appraises Arthur again in a manner which indicates she respects his humility at the very least. âAlright, everyone please pay attention.â On the projection screen, she brings up a photo of well-appointed estate next to the photo of a man roughly in his late-thirties. âThis estate once belonged to a marquess, but is now the property of Anglo-American tech mogul, Marcus Taylor. Heâs best known for creating one of those little listening devices big tech companies convince people to put in their houses. Honestly, what a brilliant idea.â Alice laughs at her own little joke and Arthur notices Gabriel smiling fondly at her.
âTaylor is notoriously paranoid,â Gabriel jumps in, âso while the current blueprints are not available to the public, copies of the originals are still accessible through the Bodleian library, as well as two more schematics from the mid 1800âs and the early 1900âs. They are not much use to anyone, but regardless, Taylor has them flagged so that if they are requested several times in short succession, he gets an alert.â
âAnd someone matching the description of dear little Alfred has been checking them out, is that what you will say next?â Francis chimes in.
Alice raises her eyebrow at him. âPrecisely. Taylor is a collector of modern art and the mansion on the estate currently houses several pieces. We believe one of them to be the the Thief of Spadesâ next target. We need to figure out which one and then we need to apprehend him.â
Arthur gazes at the photo of the manor. He wonders what Alfred has planned. The thief has always had little interest in modern art, so unless Marcus Taylor has a stash of gems hidden somewhere in his fancy house, Arthur has doubts that Alfred has any serious intention on robbing it.
He looks around the room. Ludwig is scribbling in a notebook while Francis pours over the current blueprints of Taylorâs house and photos of the art pieces kept there. Alice is working at her computer and Gabriel appears to be flipping through previous Thief of Spades case files.
Arthur has once again left the real world for the bizarre realm of white collar mysteries and international intrigue and if thereâs anything he knows about this world, itâs to keep his suspicions about Alfred to himselfâŚ
âŚat least until he can figure out what the thief is up to for himself.
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âOh jeez, Iâm sorry!â Twenty-three year old Matthew Williams apologizes and bends down to pick up his books after bumping into someone while on his way back to the library.
The Thief of Spades kneels down to help the frazzled Oxford student with a kind smile on his face and a mischievous spark in his eyes. âYouâre totally fine, donât worry about it.â As the two stand, Alfred hands the papers he collected back to the Canadian. âNo harm done,â he says with no small amount of his signature charm.
âThanks, eh,â Matt says as he rearranges his books and papers in his arms. âYou American orâ?â He pauses when he actually looks up at who he had bumped into. The guy could easily be his brother or even his twin, though he has a very distinctive enigmatic aura about him. âWoah,â he says. âIâm sorry itâs just⌠woah.â
âYeah, we look a lot alike, donât we?â Alfred says conversationally. âI actually want to talk to you about that. Wanna get a drink?â
Matt eyes the man suspiciously and holds his books tightly against his chest. âHave you been following me?â
Alfred ducks his head a little to make a good show of seeming sheepish. âOnly since I saw you about a week ago when I was using the library here to do research. I couldnât believe it, you know? But, you see, I could really use your help. Let me buy you a drink and hear me out. If you say no, Iâll never bother you again, I swear.â
âUm. No.â Matt snaps sharply. He turns on heel and begins walking swiftly away from the stranger, thinking if he should call the police.
âSuit yourself, but Iâve got a proposition for you. It would mean no more of those pesky student loan payments.â
Matt stops in his tracks. âIâm Canadian, you idiot. I donât have massive student debt,â he bluffs.
Alfred takes a few careful steps closer. âSure you do. Youâve got dual citizenship, havenât you, Mr. Williams? You foolishly chose to go to college in the US and now youâve got about⌠oh what is it? Sixty-five thousand, seven hundred and twenty-three dollars in debt? Give or take? Plus whatever youâre racking up here at this ultra-fancy establishment of higher learning.â
Mattâs brain starts buzzing as he turns around to glare at the stranger. âHow do you know any of that?â
Alfredâs face turns serious. âListen. I could have played around with you. I could have gotten to be your friend and led you on and pretended to discover all this information from you directly, but, quite frankly, that seems disrespectful, dishonorable, and like itâd be a waste of time. So either you can come with me and have a drink and hear me out or I can disappear right now and youâll be left wondering forever, always looking over your shoulder.â
Thinking that he is truly in the company of the strangest person heâll ever meet, Matt finds himself actually intrigued. âFine. Iâll go with you, but I donât consume alcohol in the middle of a term.â
Alfred shrugs and grins, pleased to have hooked his serendipitous doppelgänger into at least listening to his proposal. âCoffee then. Itâs better if youâre sober anyway. My nameâs Alfred, by the way.â
âIâm Matt, though it seems you already know that.â
âYup. Come on, I know a good place.â Alfred turns and starts walking, only throwing one surreptitious glance over his shoulder to make sure Matt is following him.
Once the waitress at the cafe brings their coffee, Matt pipes up, âAre you some kind of spy or government agent? Iâm a biology student. Iâm only working on my Masters, I donât have access to any sort of secret information.â
Alfred laughs. âI know, thatâs not it. Iâm only interested in you because you look a hell of a lot like me. In my⌠line of work, I often find myself needing to be in two places at once.â
âYou need an alibi,â Matt says flatly. âDonât sugarcoat it. If youâre not with the government, then youâre a criminal of some kind, right?â
âSo they say,â Alfred replies casually. âIt all depends on your definition.â
âSpoken like a true felon,â Matt quips. He freezes as a horrifying thought occurs to him. âYouâre not a murderer, are you? Because if you are, Iâm leaving right now.â He doesnât think heâll get an honest answer, but his moral compass compels him to ask.
Alfredâs lip curls in disgust. âNo. I donât hurt anyone. I⌠relocate certain valuable objects from one place to another⌠on occasion.â
The look on Alfredâs face is so poignant that it convinces Matt enough to stay and listen at least. âSo youâre a thief. Fine. I guess I can deal with that. So whatâs this proposition, exactly?â
Alfred grins. âI just need you to be seen in certain places at certain times. I promise it wonât be frequent. I also promise to never bullshit you, so Iâll tell you it could be dangerous for you. And, of course, if it comes down to it, Iâd always get you out, but thereâs a chance you could get arrested if we donât play our cards right.â
âThen why for fuckâs sake would I ever agree to it?â
Alfred takes a sip of his coffee. This is the fun part. âBecause if you agree, I will pay off all your student loans.â
Mattâs eyes go wide.
âAnd I will finance your Masterâs degree, including room and board. Books. Food. Whatever you need. If you agree to help me right now, all of that is guaranteed. If you become very useful to me, I might be persuaded to finance your doctorate, that is, should you decide to pursue one.â
Matt chokes and then coughs and then turns red and looks down at his coffee. âIâm not sure I want my education to be bankrolled by a criminal.â
Alfred shrugs. âSuit yourself. I donât need you, exactly, but it would make my life easier to have someone like you around. Take it or leave it. Like I said, if you say no, then youâll never see me again, I swear.â He stands up and throws a few quid on the table, more than enough to pay for the coffee. He hands Matt a slip of paper with an email address on it. âIf you decide to accept my offer, use this. Or give it to a government agency of your choosing. Or just toss it. Itâs up to you.â
He walks out the door, leaving Matt Williams, a twenty-three year old Canadian biology student at Oxford who happens to have the same face as the Thief of Spades, with a lot to think about.
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Easily
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Request: Im back lol, I was wondering if you could write me an angsty/fluffy Bellamy fic based on the song âEasilyâ by Bruno Major? Thank you again đđ¤
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Listen to Easily by Bruno Major Here
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Song lyrics are in bold
Don't you tell me that it wasn't meant to be
Call it quits
Call it destiny
Just because it won't come easily
Doesn't mean we shouldn't try
You tossed back another cup of moonshine before collapsing your arms onto your knees in front of you.
"Rough morning?" someone said behind you. You kept your eyes closed as you groaned a yes and you heard them join you on the log. You weren't sure who they were until they chuckled, body vibrating as it touched you. Bellamy. You quickly shot up as you met his eyes. The same eyes that you fell in love with. The same eyes who broke your heart.
"What do you want Blake?" He noticed the coldness in your voice as he felt his heart drop. He didn't mean to hurt you, he loved you, it was just to hard. The world was going to end and love wasn't the easiest thing right now. You both had been through too much and Bellamy knew he had to keep his mind on saving everyone, on saving you, not getting distracted on loving you. Clarke was making the list, they were trying to find a way for everyone to survive, but one thing was bothering him. He never even knew how you felt. He didn't know how much it killed you as much as it killed him, but you'd never tell him.
Bellamy swallowed down his guilt as he put his hands up in fake surrender. "Just wanted to talk." You rolled your eyes as you got yourself another drink.
"About what?"
"Us." You chuckled as you downed another cup of Monty's moonshine, your new favorite drink.
"I thought there was no us, you called it quits remember? Saying we just weren't meant to be." You spat as you avoided his gaze. All you wanted to do was to look into his eyes. Drown in the smooth pool of his brown eyes and never come back up for air. But you couldn't, you wouldn't. Instead you finished off the last bit in your cup before getting up to leave. Bellamy reached out, grabbing your wrist as your movements stopped. You bit your lip as the noise of Arkadia filled your ears, causing you to try and block out Bellamy.
"I miss you." His words were quiet as they floated in your mind, letting you relive all the great moments you had with him, as well as the bad moments. He still had a hold on your wrist as you turned to look down at it. You closed your eyes as your skin tingled under his touch, wanting more than anything to feel more.
"You lost the chance to miss me when you broke up with me. You know Bell, just because our relationship wouldn't come easily doesn't mean doesn't mean you shouldn't try." Bellamy's grip loosened as you took the opportunity to walk away, running into Clarke on your way to your room.
We had a good thing going lately
Might not have always been a fairy tale
But you know and I know
That they ain't real
I'll take the truth over the story
"Woah, what's wrong?" She quickly asked as you wiped away your stray tears. You shook your head as you pushed past her, moving onto your room as Clarke followed. "Y/N, are you okay?"
You looked up at the sight of one of your closest friends. You took a shaky breath as Clarke sat next to you on the bed. "He misses me?! He broke up with me and he thinks he has the right to tell me he misses me?" your voice cracked as you let your head fall into your hands, running one through your hair as Clarke rubbed your back. You appreciated the comfort, the quietness of your room much better than the rowdiness of the former environment. Bellamy had followed you after you ran off, watching as Clarke and you headed into your room, standing in the doorway just out of sight.
"And you want to know what the worst part of the whole thing is? I miss him too. I mean it wasn't perfect, it wasn't anywhere near a fairytale, but it was good. It was good because I had him." You whispered as you leaned into Clarke. Bellamy couldn't take it anymore, he slowly pushed the old creaking door open and stepped into the small room as your puffy eyes met his red puffed ones. No one spoke, not even Clarke who was taking many glances between the two of you before deciding to leave you be. She released her hold on you before stepping past Bellamy. He wasn't sure if he should've moved, should've stayed there or sat down but he went with the latter. You moved yourself to push up against the wall as your eyes never left his.
He reached over to gently grab your hand and you let him. "I don't want a fairy tale. I just want the truth, I just want you."
You might have tried my patience lately
But I'm not about to let us fail
I'll be the wind picking up your sail
But won't you do something for me?
Coming and going
Inside out
Back to front
Oh, tangled and messy
That's how we've been and we'll always be
And that's alright with me
"I love you. I've always loved you Bellamy. And I always will, no matter how infuriating and annoying you get trying to test my patience." You gave him a smile as his hand tightened around yours. Without a second thought, he pulled you into him, warmth flooding your body at the familiarity. You missed him. When you pulled apart, you let your head fall into his chest and he wrapped his arms around your body. Warm tears spilled from your eyes unto his shirt, causing you to laugh as he cried and kiss your head.
"I love you too, Y/N. You keep me sane, I'm not gonna fail you again. I'm not about to let us fail." You nodded your head, still enveloped in his arms as you gave him a squeeze.
"Bell? Could you- Could you do something for me?" You moved your head to look up at his nodding ones, eyes glossy as you touched his cheek. "We're a mess. We're screwed up, inside out, back to front, basically whatever you want to call it, that's us. I love you Bellamy. With everything in me and I don't want to lose you again. Don't give up so easily, because that's how we've been and we'll always be. Is that okay?" He couldn't help but laugh at your words. You were right, Earth screwed you guys up big time. But he couldn't help but feel like you were his destiny. He pulled you in for another kiss, your hands finding his hair as he pulled your body into his. His mouth moved closely to your ear as you blushed.
"That's alright with me." He pushed you softly against the bed underneath you two as he joined you quickly after. You closed your eyes as your head fell onto his chest, listening to the thumping of his heart as your arms wrapped around each other. He leaned down to place a kiss on your head as began to drift off to sleep easily in his arms.
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Superman #81 (September 1993)
REIGN OF THE SUPERMEN! The secret origin of the Cyborg Superman! We find out that the genocidal robot guy posing as the dearly departed Supes is actually someone we've seen before -- a seemingly minor threat from the past, supposedly lost in the vastness of space. That's right, the Cyborg is in reality... freaking Psi-Phon and Dreadnaught.
No, not really. The Cyborg is none other than astronaut Hank Henshaw, the Reed Richards analogue from that "Fantastic Four, but they all die horribly" story in Adventures #466.
Two months after that, in Adventures #468, we found out that Hank's mind had survived by jumping into a LexCorp computer after his irradiated body fell apart. Hank builds himself a dorky new robot body, but unfortunately, his wife couldn't handle seeing him in that state and went catatonic... and died, too, apparently? Or at least Hank and his minions seem to think so. At this point, Hank decided to jump into Supermanâs Kryptonian baby rocket and leave the Earth because his powers were messing with our satellites, and also to avoid being sued by the creators of Johnny-5.
Anyway, Hank traveled the universe for a while until he bumped into the little backwater planet currently ruled by Mongul, former leader of Warworld (last seen running away all the way back in Adventures #455). Hank basically zapped Mongul until the big yellow oaf agreed to become his lackey on his quest to get revenge on Superman for supposedly failing to save his fantastic friends. Upon finding out Superman was dead, however, Hank came up with another plan: using the DNA from the Kryptonian baby rocket to make himself a new body that looks like Superman and nuking the Earth's cities to ruin his good name.
Meanwhile, in Metropolis, the mysterious long-haired Superman in the black suit is having trouble convincing Lois, Lex Luthor Jr., Steel and Superboy that he's the real deal. For starters, he doesn't even have any powers. Lois looks more convinced after she and man in black share a (pretty familiar looking) kiss, but he can't use that same tactic on all the others. Eventually, he gets tired of all the arguing, grabs some flying boots from one of Lex's armored bodyguards, and says he's just gonna go stop the Cyborg and the others can join him if they want to. Superboy and Steel are like, "ugh, FINE, we'll go too." CONTINUED!
Character-Watch:
Iâd be really interested in seeing a story about how, exactly, Hank started hating Superman. He still seemed pretty sane at the end of his last appearance, and left willingly to avoid interfering with the Earthâs communication systems. I guess the vastness of space drove him mad, but Iâd still like to see his evolution from Sadder Reed Richards to Crazier Doctor Doom. My personal theory is that being inside LexCorpâs computers had something to do with it. Maybe some remnants from Brainiacâs mind (remember he also lived inside LexCorp at one point) combined with seeing Luthorâs secret porn stash drove Hank insane.
Also, we never actually saw his wifeâs death (how did Hank find out about it, anyway?) and every comic book reader knows that if it didnât happen on panel, it didnât happen. So, I think another interesting Cyborg story would be Hank finding out sheâs still alive, but her death is such a central part of his delusion that he refuses to believe it and maybe ends up killing her. (Call me, DC! I have a really good artist friend.)
Plotline-Watch:
Hankâs story is being told by two of his alien minions, a guy who looks like a lion crossed with an Ewok and a guy whose gonads are apparently hanging from his face, all 12 of them. Spin-off series, please.
Thereâs a brief update on the Eradicatorâs state: heâs âhealing wellâ at the Fortress of Solitude, but the Fortress robots are worried that heâll be sad he missed Kal-Elâs return in Metropolis.
The man in black references various moments from the Lois/Clark relationship to try to convince her that heâs telling the truth, like when they got engaged, when he came out as Superman, that time they had their little mountain talk, and, uh... something else. Don Sparrow wonders: âThat rainy night in July when we first WHAT Clark? It wasnât raining the night they first kissed. Hmmmmmm.â It was raining... Jose Delgadoâs tears. (Also, funny that it was the âFantastic Fourâ issue.)
Loisâ reluctance to believe that the man in black is Superman is understandable given that, as she points out, sheâs gone through this four times already. The first thing that gets her to listen to him is when he says âTo Kill a Mockingbirdâ -- which, as we learned in Superman #67, was Clarkâs favorite movie. And then thereâs the kiss, which is a hairier remake of the kiss they shared before he died in Superman #75.
How come Supergirl doesnât join the Team Superman on their mission to stop the Cyborg? Because Lex Jr. didnât give her permission, while calling her âmy petâ. Iâm starting to think their relationship isnât that healthy.
Dan Jurgens is clearly a fan of Dave Gibbonsâ take on Mongul in Alan Mooreâs For the Man Who Has Everything...
...but the art department is Don Sparrowâs turf, so Iâll let just him talk about that and other stuff I missed in his section, after the jump!Â
Art-Watch (by @donsparrowâ):
I love this issue. Â Starting with the cover, which lets us know in no uncertain terms that theyâre no longer playing aroundâbig things are happening. Â Besides being a great drawing, I love the relative silence of the image, and how it plays. Â When you see it, you just have to open it to find out whatâs really going on, and whether the man himself might really be back. Â Itâs such a good cover, that I can forgive it for the sleight of hand with the Tarzan hair, which for some reason they have been hiding in recent issues. [Max: I still think they had no idea heâd have long hair when they made these covers.]
Inside weâre greeted with another great splash (honestly, weâre in the peak era of the Jurgens and Breeding team here, as the next few issues of Superman are every bit as good as the Death storyline, visually, so it was hard for me not to scan every darn page!) and I love the different facial expressions here, with Lex and Lois having expressions of disbelief (though that disbelief is clearly motivated differently between the characters) to the determination and spunk of the Metropolis Kid to the cool authoritative detachment of the Man of Steel at the back.
More great body language on the next two page splash, asâto me-- Jurgens and Breeding convey, just with a pose, that the real Kal-El has returned. Â Though weâll learn heâs mostly depowered (thanks to the Eradicator using Kal-Elâs regeneration matrix as his own energy piggy-bank) he still holds himself with the confidence and invulnerability we expect from Superman. Â Am I reading too much into a single panel? Â Almost certainly. Â But man, this looks great.Â
Thereâs also some great character work from Lois throughout, and they draw her conflicted facial expressions really well, as she just canât allow herself to hope that this really is what it appears to beâthe love of her life, returned to her. Â Iâm sure the Eradicator wearing his face for all these months canât have helped either. Â
As we cut back to Engine City, we get another view of how amazingly this art team draws tech, followed immediately by possibly the most painful thing the Cyborg does in these pagesâfull force heat vision to Mongulâs junk. Â Ouch. Ok, maybe thatâs not as bad as blowing up a whole city, or annihilating a handful of survivors, but still. [Max: He annihilated millions of Mongulâs future children.]
The flashback to the Cyborg Supermanâs origins is cleverly delivered, thanks to the alien mercenaryâs âpocket âputerâ. Â The image of Henshaw reassembling himself (apparently into Johnny 5) is particularly well drawn, and deeply unnerving. Â Thereâs also a great image of the bored dissatisfied Mongul on the throne. I wonder if the alien heâs telling the story to minds his conquered planet being referred to as âsimpleâ though.
As with the Engine City pages, Jurgens and Breeding excel at drawing technology, so the freaky dragon creature Henshaw into which converts Mongulâs ship is a great piece of art. The full page splash with Cyborg Superman in his current form is one of the better images of the character as well. Â
The heart of this issue, though, is the slow change in Lois, who has held on for so long without Clark by being tough. Â As Superman speaks to her about their life together, she is finally able to melt. Â As with earlier in the book, the emotions on her face are so well done in this transition.
I love the callback of their kiss, and how it mirrors the tender moment from Superman #75. Â And, in a storytelling device that theyâd use again on shows like Smallville, it is the familiarity of his kiss that convinces her that it really is her fiancĂŠ. Â Goosebumps, man! Â This is beautiful, romantic stuff. Â And in true Superman fashion, he just canât stand around and celebrate the reunionâthereâs a job to do, and it falls to him to do it. Â More goosebumps. STRAY OBSERVATIONS
A recurring thing in these pages is the artists playing fast and loose with just how tall Steel is. Â Sure, heâs got the platform jet boots, but at times he is depicted as gigantic as his silver-screen counterpart, and other times he seems roughly as tall as anyone else. Â This issue veers into the gigantic.
Iâm glad heâs back in any form, but it is a bit tough to see Superman wincing at being squeezed on the shoulder by Steel.
Yeesh, we get it, Henshawâs team were supposed to be analogues for the Fantastic Four, you can stop using the word âfantasticâ to remind us. Â The other hints at it were plenty.
Funny that even that long ago, a handheld computer was the stuff of science fiction, while today, you might be reading this on a âpocket computerâ smaller and more powerful than the one the alien holds. [Max: And whilst sitting on the toilet.]
While itâs not the focus of the panel, when the Cyborg âforms the shape of a manâ he sure looks a heck of a lot like the Ed Hannigan design of Brainiac from the 80s.Â
I love that Jurgens, knowing heâs picked up a lot of new readers with this storyline, makes it ULTRA easy to follow, even having the narrating alien say, âstill not understand?â before recapping the recap from the previous pages. Â
I dig the slow burn on Lex Luthor II, and that his villainous nature is creeping out more and more. Â When he calls Supergirl his âpetâ, it doesnât sound affectionate, but literal here. [Max: Hey, when did Superboy get that Soder Cola? Does a soda vendor follow him around, like Homer Simpson and the hot dogs guy?]
I will never tire of Superboyâs âcoolâ 1990s speak. Â Rather than read it as a middle aged writer trying to use hip lingo, it could be read as Superboy being âraisedâ by pop culture. Â Because he was rapidly aged, maybe his entire knowledge of the world was programmed by others, who were guessing at how a young person speaks? Â So heâs not trying to be coolâitâs literally all he knows. But what I still donât understand is where Robin came from!Â
Reading this issue for the first time, I still (mistakenly) worried that the man in black wasnât the real Superman. Â This was both because the Eradicator, in his healing bath, has Superman hair (even though we saw his hair get blown off last issue) and because I misunderstood the Kryptonian robotâs line of dialogue about âthe master wanting to be there when Kal-El aroseâ. Â Though this is actually a confirmation that Kal-El has indeed arisen, I thought it meant that the guy in the bath was the real Kal-El. Â Plus, Steel has been the character the most ârightâ and in-tune with the spirit of Superman, and throughout this issue, heâs very dubious of the man in black being the real Superman, even saying how it seems to wrong. Â Which I read as a hint that maybe there was another twist coming.
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We Play Our Parts So Well
written by: Josefine / @selflessbellamy
prompt: bellamy and clarke are actors on a tv show. theyre love interests but are also dating irl and they have to shoot their first sex scene together. they get it on either during (unknowingly to others) or after the shoot for anonymous
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There are countless things wrong with having your co-stars head between your thighs. Especially if itâs done off-camera, in the casual setting of his apartment, with the spicy taste of Italian red wine lingering like a promise at the tip of her tongue. Bellamy, of course, ate her out vigorously until she grasped at the sheets like a lifeline, and now his character, Julian Amerada, has to do the same to hers. And Clarke has to pretend, for the sake of self-preservation, that she doesnât know what it feels like.
In the hit NBC TV-series Embers, Clarke plays the role of Cassandra Tallion, a princess whose life is forever altered when she discovers what itâs like to be a warrior. And since the premiere of the show â the first scene she shared with Bellamy, more precisely â fans on Twitter (and virtually every other social media platform in existence) â have been screaming in all caps for them to just âSUCK FACES ALREADY ASDFGBSKCKXSâ
Now, theyâre finally going to get what they want. Itâs been five seasons and the showrunner, Thelonius Jaha, has decided that itâs finally time to make Jassandra a thing â a canon thing.
Jasper Jordan, one of the special effect technicians, puts sugar in his coffee (enough to kill a small animal), quirks up an eyebrow and looks from Bellamy to Clarke before stating the obvious, âThe internet is gonna fucking explode when you guys finally get it on.â
For a moment, Clarkeâs eyes flicker nervously to Bellamyâs. Oh god, sheâs supposed to be an actress, but she canât even keep her cool in this situation. Meanwhile, her very handsome and very forbidden boyfriend takes a sip of his Earl Grey tea (Miller loves to call him a âsophisticated bastardâ for that preference), looking at Jasper nonchalantly.
âDid I hear someone say âgetting it onâ?â Raven chimes in, walking towards their table to throw her arms around Clarkeâs shoulders. âThatâs my domain.â
At that, Clarke only chuckles. So does Bellamy. âRaven, the last time I checked, you were happily married to an ex-pilot by the name of Shaw.â
Flippantly, Reyes takes her best friendâs coffee mug to steal a sip, then winces at the taste when she realizes that it isnât black. âYeah, and we get it on all the time. But of course, you wouldnât know about that now, would you, Griffin?â Itâs a fair burn, but little does Raven know that it no longer rings true. Since Clarke started seeing Bellamy off set four months ago, sheâs had more orgasms than she had during all of last year.
âHave you read the script?â Harper McIntyre joins them. She plays Amelia, Cassandraâs stepsister, who is trying to overthrow her own fatherâs regime. âItâs cunnilingus, right?â
Jordan chuckles, âOh please, Harper. You read all of it just like the rest of us,â and when Clarke looks at him, her brow furrowed in confusion, he continues, âEvery single one of us is on team Jassandra. Itâs no secret.â
As Clarke looks around the table, everyone â including Miller â nods, and Murphy even confesses to buying merch from Ebay, which leaves the rest of them shook. Still, his only explanation is, âWhat can I say? Some of this fanart is pretty fucking cool.â
Well, you canât argue with that. Every time Clarke logs on to Twitter, her mentions are full of beautiful art pieces and gifs that people have made of the show (someone even wrote a song for Jassandra once). It warms her heart and makes her smile each day knowing that there are so many talented, passionate fans out there.
Episode 5x07 of Embers is called âThe Land We March Forâ, and theyâre shooting some of it tomorrow morning, including the already notorious love scene in Cassandraâs bedchamber in Marble Castle. Feeling a bit nervous about the whole ordeal, Clarke decides to abandon the table and take a look at the set, which has been prepared for the shoot tomorrow.
There are candles everywhere, ready to be lit and the bed has been covered in furs. It looks beautiful, but Clarke still has to swallow the lump in her throat.
âYou alright?â
Smiling, Bellamy puts a hand to her shoulder. He mustâve followed her here, and she instantly appreciates it. For some reason, she always feels more at ease when sheâs around him, and even though having to do her first love scene on screen is still incredibly daunting, sheâs so glad that he will be there with her.
âYeah⌠Just a bit nervous,â she confesses after a minute.
In comfort, he places his hand on her shoulder, caressing it with his thumb. âTrust me, I get that.â
Unlike her, Bellamy has done a love scene on Embers before, although it was a short flashback one between Julian and his deceased lover, Karolina. âWhatever,â she says, exhaling. âWeâll just have to kill this scene, you know? The viewers deserve something great. Our characters deserve it. We just need to do it justice.â
In fact, it was partly with the viewers and their characters in mind that Bellamy and Clarke asked for some of the script for the scene to be altered. Originally, Cassandra was supposed to beg Julian to âravish herâ, but that seemed non-consensual and out of character, so they made sure that the line was changed to âmake love to meâ.
âI canât wait to see the fan reaction.â
âJasperâs right. People are gonna lose their shit.â
(Certainly, they are not wrongâŚ)
***
Just before they start filming the scene the next morning, Clarke tweets a row of cryptic emojis along with the hashtags #EmbersTV and #BigDay. Smirking, she joins Bellamy on the set of Cassandraâs bedchamber, and even though they both look very much in character, they have one last ritual as Bellamy and Clarke before they start shooting.
They hug. For a long timeâŚ
Itâs nice, not only because of the obvious reasons, but it also seems to strengthen their connection, so that the chemistry continues to be â as according to @TheTheloniusJaha on Twitter â on fire. When this ritual started two years ago, the showrunner found it so special that he posted a picture of it to the Internet, and to say the fandom went nuts would be an understatement. Most notable retweets go to:
@Jassandraisrealbitches: NOW WE HAVE SOME CONTENT FOR MODERN AUâS FOLKS ASDFJGGJFSO
@JulianAmeradaah: Oh would you look at these cuties??!!!?? No wonder why their connection is da bomb.com
@QueenCassandra: This might not be the canon story, but my Jassandra heart has been fed a whole ass meal thank u @ jesus
âAre you okay?â Bellamy murmurs once they pull away from each other, his eyes as soft as the rain-soaked Earth, and she just barely resists the desire to kiss him. Instead, she nods, determined. Then they go to their assigned marks just before Thelonius Jaha roars, âACTION!â
Cassandraâs hair is still wet from a bath, so sheâs wringing it out when Julian emerges from the shadows, his ripped shirt exposing the blossoming bruises on his chest. She gasps, stepping forward to reach for him, but he takes a step back. His midnight sky eyes have lost their stars as they flash with an emotion she canât identify. âIâm a monster, Princess,â he proclaims.
She ignores it. âI told you not to call me that.â
Without looking at her, he bursts into laughter, almost hysterical. The horror of battle has started to feast on his soul, on his heart and it threatens to tear her apart, seeing him like this. âJulian, pleaseâŚâ She can tell that he wants to look at her, because he clenches his jaw.
âI thought I was angry when I heard about Bhoran asking for your hand in marriage, Your Highness, but how can I be? I will never be good enough for you. I could never give you the life you want.â
Once heâs said that, the blood boils in her veins and fire sparks within her ocean eyes. This time when she strides forward, she doesnât let him back away. Instead, she crashes her mouth onto his, her lips violent and desperateâŚ
Unbeknownst to their co-stars, Bellamy and Clarke have already kissed countless times, so even though their makeout sessions are a lot more relaxed than this, kissing is easy. But staying in character, however, thatâs difficult. She can tell that Bellamy wants to soften the kiss, which he isnât supposed to. He also buries his hand in her hair, going off script, but it likely wonât be a big deal.
Definitely not to the fans anyway⌠They will gush about this for months.
Julian breaks away to discover that her rage hasnât evaporated completely. âSince when do you know what I want?â She hisses, even if her lower lip quivers with emotion. In front of her is the man who taught her to fight, to defy her father, to value her own ambition instead of being obedient. âI want you. All of you,â she states, tearing at his ruined shirt until the material falls off.
âCassandraâŚâ Finally, he says her real name, causing her eyes to shut briefly as desire strikes her harder. Still, his voice is barely audible, hidden by a veil of uncertainty, but she holds his gaze with the utmost determination as she maps his chest with her hands, the bruises too.
(Clarke takes the liberty of licking her lips a little, so that means Cassandra does as well)
âMake love to me.â
He stares for half a minute. âI canât⌠Youâre aââ
âDonât say it!â When she turns her back to him, Julian canât resist the temptation of undoing the buttons on her dress. In fact, he wants nothing more than to free her of that horrible corset. Leaning into his touch, she sighs. âUntil morning, I am Cassandra, no more, no less⌠And I love you.â
One thing that the TV Scoop journalist Riley Peterson remarked in his first of many reviews on Embers was that the love scenes were graphic, just like in Game of Thrones, which had a bunch of horny white men flocking to the show only to be disappointed when they discovered that Embers is unapologetically feminist. Jaha even had this in mind when he chose the type of sex that Julian and Cassandra (his two leads) would be having.
(âYeah, Cassandraâs father may be all about preserving medieval values, but Julian isnât.â
When Jaha said that, Bellamy had winked at her discreetly, whispering, âJulian knows how to please a woman. We have so much in common.â For that comment, Clarke kicked teasingly at his shin under the table)
Thereâs a cut between Cassandraâs dress falling to the floor and the next scene where theyâre in her bed, having sex, so they take a quick break to have some water. âWe got this, right?â
Looking around to make sure nobodyâs watching them, Bellamy presses a reassuring kiss to her temple, and she smiles in gratitude. Still, sheâs unsure about something, so she decides to ask Bellamy for his two cents because heâs probably the person â right next to Jaha and herself â that knows the most about Cassandra as a character.
âHow loud do youâd think sheâd be?â Â When he raises his eyebrows, grinning, she swats at his arm. âItâs a genuine question, Bellamy.â
âI know. Sorry⌠Iâm gonna say that sheâs a woman, a virgin, whoâs having oral sex with the man that she loves the most in the world, so⌠sheâs probably loud. At the very least shook.â
Well, that part wonât be hard to play at all. The first time Bellamy went down on her, she was left speechless, feeling as if she were flying high above land with the stars surrounding her. Yes, itâd been that great, and luckily heâd felt the same way.
Theyâre smiling at each other when Jaha appears. âSorry if Iâm ruining a moment, but we gotta roll again.â
Showtime⌠Â
To get it right, Clarke tries to remember the stars that formed behind her eyelids when Bellamy licked into her for the first time, and it works. She cries out, clutching at his hair with one hand and at the sheets with the other. As her lips part, Bellamy presses an unscripted kiss to her inner thigh, which has her gasping. Itâs a natural reaction, for her as well as Cassandra, so it really doesnât matter, but she still feels self-conscious.
âYou good?â Bellamy adlibs, and she nods frantically, managing a fake moan when he pretends to pick up the pace. Â
To be fair, the script doesnât mention anything about Cassandra having an orgasm, but in the matter of two seconds, Clarke decides that yes, her character would definitely have one, so she does her job as an actress and fakes it. This is something that sheâs never done with Bellamy before, which means that the production team will have to decide whether itâs convincing enough to keep in the final take.
âBeautiful,â once again, Bellamy adlibs, but heâs good at that, mostly because he has such a strong sense of Julian. Then he moves up her body to kiss her deeply, and when Jaha yells âCUT!â it clearly takes all of his willpower to stop. Pulling back, he mimics âLaterâ like a promise; his dark eyes alight with sparks.
***
Later in her dressing room, Clarke is alone and has just pulled out a Hersheyâs cookies and cream bar as a reward for her sweet tooth when Bellamy walks in, hands buried in his pockets. A smile is blooming on her lips when she turns around to face him.
He starts, âYou should improvise more. I know thatâs usually my thing, but youâre really good at it.â
Feeling heat rush to her face at the compliment, Clarke admits, âWell, Iâm not actually used to faking orgasms⌠Iâve only ever done it once.â
His brow furrows, and itâs most likely because of their five-year-long friendship that she understands why without having to ask. Therefore, she clears her throat, blushing harder. She feels like a teenager. âNot with you. I have an ex-boyfriend that I only slept with once before we broke up, and he really failed at getting me off.â
âDo you want me to get you off?â
âYou just did,â she replies, her sassiness colliding with his bluntness in a way that makes him laugh. Itâs her favorite sound, even better than jazz on a Sunday morning or a rainstorm pounding against her windowâŚ
âNo. Julian got Cassandra off. We should celebrate. Jassandraâs canon, after all. â
There are countless things wrong with having your co-stars head between your legs; especially itâs in an unlocked dressing room⌠Whatever. Itâs too late to be sensible now, and if being sensible means that she can no longer date or have sex with Bellamy, she is choosing to be foolish.
âOh, the things we do for fun,â she thinks out loud, the words emerging at the edge of a moan. Bellamyâs tongue is always able to give her earthquake-like orgasms that cause tremors to run through her body, the best of aftershocks. Laughing, she pulls him up to kiss the bronze stars on his forehead.
âDo you think we should tell the others about us?â
Her heart swells. This is getting really serious for him, too. âYeah. When the time is right.â
***
As it turns out, the time is right on the night where the episode airs on national television, and Clarke has decided to invite the entire gang over to celebrate and watch live. Just when the love scene is about to start, Jasper mumbles around his slice of pizza, âThis is my favorite part,â and everyone chuckles, but he is too fixated on the screen to notice.
Smiling a little shyly, Clarke walks to Bellamy while their friends are watching the scene unfold and sits down on his lap. Only when the scene is over, everyone turns to them (mostly because their phones are blowing up with Twitter notifications). Apparently the least shocked, Raven is the first person to make a comment, âFucking finally. I knew all of that chemistry wasnât there for nothing.â
âReyes, you sound like a Twitter fangirl,â Miller notes, which earns him a pillow in the face. Â
But yeah, in Millerâs defense, she actually does:
@Jassandraisreal: ASDFHDISNVJ BITCH I AM ON THE F L O O R. WHAT THE FUQ? #Jassandra #EmbersTV #507
@AmeradasJulian: SHE CAME⌠SHE CAME!!!111!!! WHEN WILL YOUR OTP EVER? I HAVE ASCENDED #Jassandra #EmbersTV #i am deceased
@Embersfan125: How is it possible to be so alive and so fucking dead at the same time?? I blame @EmbersTV @TheTheloniusJaha @ClarkeyG & @BellamyBlake #EmbersTV
However, this is nothing compared to the amount of keysmashes and exclamation points in the tweets following Bellamyâs announcement 18 months later:
BELLAMY BLAKE: âYES, ITâS TRUE. CLARKE AND I ARE ENGAGED.â
Fans all over the world have lost it. As @Jassandraendgaame on Twitter so eloquently puts it: âWE NEVER FUCKING LOSE BITCHES!â
#bellarke fanfiction#bffnet#bffwritingteam#wt: josefine#a: selflessbellamy#title: we play our parts so well#actor!bellamy#actress!clarke#celebrities#established relationship#secret relationship#prompts#social media au
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