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radioactive-metal · 2 months ago

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CASINOOOOOO FICCCCCCCCCC (pt.1)

ITS HEREEEEEEEEEE

good morning and merry Christmas my fellow obsessed fans of this lovely wee series we have here, I grant to youse, as a Christmas present, the first Half (or so) of the casino fic. It’s got insanity, it’s got scheming, and it’s got a buggerton of innuendo. What more could you want?

so anyways, wherever you are in the world, with family or friends or perhaps by yourself, have a merry Christmas, Ido’nai, Hanukkah, Sanguinalia, or whatever you choose to celebrate. That’s enough rambling in my part. Enjoy gang.

Authors notes: in this the AU emerald city fiasco happens before semperternity. And the Zero is waiting somewhere else. So the squad is flush with cash but still without direction. This will be fun.

Tyler:

“What do you mean it’s missing a piece?” Cat looked about ready to murder someone, most likely Aurora. I laid a hand on her shoulder, very much ready to stop her acting on her fury.

“I can feel it. It’s broken. Look at the eye on this compared to the drawing.” Aurora pointed at the trigger sitting on top of the console to the picture of the sigil she had unconsciously scrawled. She was right. It was missing the gem in its eye.

Finian leant back against the bridge bulkhead, exo whining as he did so “good news gang! I have a cousin who just so happens to deal in missing parts of random artifacts from an ancient race of aliens.”

“Really?” The question slipped out before I could stop it. Finian looked at me like at me like I had just asked why we couldn’t open a window in the longbow, “No golden boy. Did the GIA give you concussion or am I losing my touch?”

“I would bet that ty lost more braincells from my punch then you ever had numbnuts.” Cat ground out. Finian raised his eyebrows “Nice one dirtgirl, I’ll have to add that to my collection.”

Zila sat, sucking on a lick of hair for a moment, tapping furiously at her uniglass. “I have found the missing piece. Its location was detailed in the data left in the safe deposit box.”

Every person on the bridge whirled around to look at her. “Unfortunately, it is in the vault of La Casio Royale, in Neomonoco. However, currently, the Time to the Line race is on in the system, so it will be slightly easier to sneak in.”

I drummed my fingers on the armrest of my chair. “I feel like there’s something missing here”

Finian rubbed his temples, “yeah golden boy, there is. If you thought biatchiis security was bad, the Vaults de la Royale makes his look like a play pretend cash register.”

Scarlett:

On one hand, I had always wanted to see the time to the line race, preferably from a luxury yacht, waited on by a small army of very handsome men all named christoff. But in the other: we now had to pull off a heist that made that whole business on semperternity look like taking candy from a baby. The entire vault was open to vacuum, with electrified walls, laser sensors, shelves that weighed each lockbox sensitive to .00003 grams.

But on the other other hand: I got to put on my best outfit and lie, gamble, and drink my way through la Casio Royale, the best establishment in the galaxy for the sins of greed and gluttony.

Needless to say, I had my work cut out for me getting my squad mates up to par.

Once we had landed our (heavily disguised) longbow, we made our way to an incredibly expensive apartment complex. Zila had a set of keys and guided us to a door labeled 312. We stepped in and were all floored by the opulence. Oak paneling lined the walls. Onyx tiling led the way to the central living area, with a colossal window and balcony overlooking the ocean of the planet. The legion clearly hadn’t skimped out when building this place. I still couldn’t wrap my head around how they had laid all of this out. The box, the camouflage unit on the longbow, this apartment. It was as if they knew what was going to happen before it did.

There were 6 doors leading off the main corridor. Each one was inscribed with a different sigil. One had seven lines, the next had a stylized double A, after that was two hoops. Then on the other side of the hall was another four, with a beetle, a handbag, a gold bar, and a phoenix.

I took a wild guess, and opened the door with a handbag on it. Inside I found a lavishly decorated room, all velvet carpet and silk sheets. The largest bed I had ever seen sat in the middle, and directly across from the door to the room was a massive ornate closet. I gently stepped over to it, and found it was full to the brim with an incredible selection of clothes. Worksuits hung next to ball gowns, and everything in between.

There was two doors, I opened the first one and found a bathroom filled with enough marble to have depleted a small quarry. High end toiletries were arraigned next to glass sinks. I then check the other door, and found myself in a small corridor, with another door on the other end. I closed the door behind me and opened the next one.

I found myself transported to trask. A low ceiling studded with stalactites. Gently glowing blue vines grew on the walls, and floating in the center, quite possibly the best part of the room, was one Finian De Karen De Seel.

Aurora:

I opened the door with the old logo of Ad Astra, and I found myself in my childhood bedroom. It was the exact same. From the crappy old wooden bedframe to the books laid about the place. On the bedside table was a note.

Aurora:

We are so sorry that this is what you have to do. You should have been welcomed into this new time, not forced to run.

Please consider this to be some very small apology,

Aurora Legion command

Admiral Adams and Greater Clan Battle Leader De Stoy

Below the message a small chip was taped. I plugged it into Magellan and saw it was a video. I pressed play and saw Callie, though much older, mid thirties at least, carrying a toddler. “Look the the camera kiddo! Say hello to your auntie Auri! Can you say hello little Jie?”

The toddler seem more focused on its mother bracelets.

“Hi Auri. I know you won’t ever see this, but I like to keep you updated. Even though you’re gone. This is Jie-lin. She’s 2 years old now. I hope you’re safe wherever you are. I love you”

I couldn’t keep it together. I broke down. These past few days coupled with this just broke me. I started bawling. Ugly, broken sobs that scratched at my throat as they came up.

I stared at that final frame of Callie. So grown up, so much older than me. I wondered what had happened. To mom, to dad, to the family after I left. Did mom go back to school? Did Callie ever go and see Hong Kong like she always wanted? What happened to dad?

I was stirred from my thoughts by one of the doors to my room creaking open. What would have once led to the kitchen now opened up into a plain grey corridor, currently occupied by the galaxies greatest Legolas lookalike.

We locked eyes for a moment. I saw that wall behind his eyes crumble for just a moment. I saw concern, but it could have well been pity.

“What…” my voice, scratchy and raw, caught in my throat “what do you want?”

Those damned purple eyes flicked away from me. And over the rest of the room, almost drinking it in. He stepped past the doorway, closing the door behind him without a south, and dropped noiselessly into a position with his legs crossed under him.

“Strong and silent then. Ok Legolas.” I mumbled, reaching around for something to throw at him. I grabbed my pillow, and acting on instinct from something I’d done a million times before, chucked it. He caught it out of mid air without a flinch. He raised a single, immaculate silver eyebrow at me.

“Stop doing that you son of a biscuit!”

“Stop what?”

“Being so irritating and rude and annoying and cute - er.. uh…”

Both his eyebrows jumped up to his forehead and I saw the faintest glimmer of what could be hope in his eyes.

Tyler:

Everyone else filtered off to their rooms, leaving one door unopened. As I opened the door I found a nice, it not ostentatious bedroom. Nicer than my room at the academy, but not what I would have expected from such a fancy apartment. Honestly I preferred it. I was never truly at home in fancy places, even when my dad traveled for the senate and took me and scar with me. It was always too much.

There were three other doors than the one I had just entered. The first was open to a bathroom, the second was a glass balcony door, that had a stunning view of the ocean.

The third door was closed, and had no obvious labels or indications of its purpose. I stepped over to it, and opened it only to find myself with scarcely four centimetres away from Cat. She looked up at me, and for just a moment I was there again, on shore leave, scotch in our veins and together. I staggered backwards, overwhelmed by that closeness with her. My ace, my closest friend, my confidante.

“Come now Ty, I’m not that scary”

“No-no god no of course not Cat no. You just…. Scared me.”

“Heh. And I never broke any academy regs. You’re fooling nobody Tyler.”

She lifted a hand, and with it a bottle of Terran scotch.

“We’ve made enough bad decisions in the past few days to fill a lifetime. What’s one more?”

And honestly? I couldn’t argue with that.

“So do you want to shout at me first or can we skip to the fun part?”

The now setting sun glowed a gorgeous golden orange through the light, catching in her dark hair and lighting up her face, now covered in a smile.

“Are you having a laugh? Nah. You’re going to sit your ass in the seat over there, and we are going to talk this out while I partake in this fine bottle of scotch that was left in my room. After that? We’ll see.”

By the time she had finished shouting at me, the sun was gone. In its stead was twin moons, visibly moving across the sky. We were sitting out on the balcony. She had a glass with a triple shot of scotch, I had some mineral water.

“Ya know Ty? I honestly considered the GIA’s offer on semperternity.”

“Is that the booze talking or you?”

“Are you having a laugh? I’m as sober as a funeral. This stuff” she shook the glass “is about as weak as nuns piss.”

“I figured. On both counts I mean. At risk of sounding uncomfortably cliche, I had faith that even though you wanted the offer, you would still back me.”

“God I hate when you read me like a book.”

“What can I say? I know you too well.”

A glint in her eyes made me realize what I had just done.

“Oh really now Ty? Are you sure? Cause I think there might be a few things you don’t know.”

And with that, I was dragged back through the door and onto the bed.

Cat Brannock 1, Tyler Jones 0

Zila:

There was a large amount of data stored on several storage wafers in my room. Each one contained briefings, plans, and other such information. Most was time locked to future dates, but I located one unlocked folder. Within was two subfolders, labeled ‘Orders’ and ‘Blue Prints’

The orders folder contain a briefing document with a security clearance I did not recognize. It was inaccessible, presumably corrupted, as it was date locked several hundred years in the past, and yet could not be opened.

The Blue prints folder was much more fruitful. Within was pages upon pages of plans, analysis, and photos of the vault we had to crack into.

Along with data was a note, one of several I had found so far. This one read “trust the hawk”. I piled it with the other notes, some had been helpful, pointing me to guide my team mates in the correct direction. Others were much more cryptic, many mentioning hawks, crystals, and the ancient myth of Ouroboros.

More to consider.

I wonder if it is wrong to manipulate my teammates.

I am still not feeling nothing

Finian

I spent most of the evening after Scarlett left fixing up my exosuit. The fact the legion splurged for terrestrial anti grav made feel warm and fuzzy inside. Or maybe that was talking to Scar. Who knows?

After an extremely long and deep sleep in zero G, I woke at would be 8:30 station time. Later than normal but not ridiculously so. With a sigh and some grumbling I donned my exo once again and turned off the Zero G. All of those pains and aches I thought had gone? They came right back. Turns out there’s only so much one nights sleep can do.

I opened the door and wandered out to the common area of the apartment, to find Zila sitting at the counter, obsessing over some file in her uniglass, and Kal out on the balcony doing some sort of meditation.

“Third awake isn’t bad… where’s our high and mighty squad leader?”

“Sleeping with legionnaire Brannock.”

I did a double take at that “asleep? Or…. The other thing?”

Zila didn’t respond.

“Maker… really? My goodness he’s actually human? I thought they assembled him at the overachiever factory.”

“There is no such factory.”

“Don’t change Zila. I need someone to tell me these things”

With that I wandered over to the refrigerator to see what we had. I found it stocked better than I could have hoped. It even had my favorite kind of breakfast burrito.

“Wow, they really did think of everything.”

Zila made a small noise, then hurriedly typed something on her uni.

At that, as if on cue, Scarlett walked round the corner. Far from her usual put-togetherness, she looked bedraggled, hair frizzy and makeup smeared. Even then though, as she caught my eye and winked, I felt like my stomach was full of butterflies.

“Morning Zila”

No response, Zila being a conversationalist ad always.

“And good morning fin”

The gentle smile, the way she said my name… it felt like someone had released another crate of butterflies in my stomach (why do they keep dumping them there? Do I look like a bug enclosure?)

“M-Morning Scar”

She walked over, brushed my hand (for just a little too long to be accidental) to hit a button on the coffee maker. I personally couldn’t stand the stuff, but Scarlett seemed to guzzle it like air.

“Any plans for the day?”

“You know, the usual, being the most handsome member of the squad.”

“The usual indeed. You can multitask while doing that I presume? I have a shopping list and need a spare set of hands getting it all. We can get lunch and such. I know a guy here.”

There was quite a few things to unpack there. First was her agreeing with me? The most handsome? Maker that let off a third… flock? Collection? Swarm? Of butterflies. The second… was she was asking me to go out with her. To go shopping and get lunch. Me. ME. The only reason she would pick me for that is if-

Great maker in the heavens. Scarlett Jones was asking me out on a date.

Tyler

The sunlight streaming through my window gently brought me back from the sandman. I stirred and moved my arm to my eye, only for it to hit something warm, and vaguely soft and-

Oh yeah. Last night. The memories flashed though my head like a dying star. I cracked an eye open, and saw her there, next to me, still dead to the world.

Her hair was mussed, what little makeup she had smudged around. I shifted under the covers and gasped from the pain. Looks like I might have voided the warranty on the old fun factory.

The noise woke her up. With a grumble and yawn, she opened her eyes. Her voice was soft and scratchy, but no surprises there. Thank the maker the walls are thick.

“Morning Ty. What’s the big idea with all the noise?”

“The boys…. Poor fellas seem to have taken a beating”

“Wonder who could have done such a thing?”

With that, she shifted closer to me and closed

her eyes again.

Should I have done this? Probably no.

Was it a bad choice? Most likely.

Do I regret it? Let’s see.

I looked over at the clock at the side of the bed, 6:50. Later then I would normally wake up. I should probably get up.

However: this bed was comfy, and most importantly, there was a woman I loved next to me, and that was too much of a problem for the little bit of me that wanted to get up could overcome, and so I drifted back off to dream land, listening to Cats breath.

Kal:

I awoke at 5 AM ship time. My father had instilled this into me with his fists. I always woke at 5 now, no matter when or where I slept. I still have the scars, the last reminders of the wounds he inflicted, and the care my mother gave me. The universe truly was cruel. Making me the son of that wretched being, and taking my mother from me because of his fit of rage.

I went out to the balcony, to meditate as my mother showed me. It helped clear my head, and to tamp down the enemy within. I cleared my mind and reached out. My powers were weak, insignificant compared to all but the weakest of waywalkers, and yet i could still feel my comrades, ever so faintly. Tyler’s golden light, lighting him up like a beacon in the dark. Scarlett, glowing ruby red, casting a warm and welcoming glow around her. And Aurora. By all the souls of Syldra, Aurora.

She was like a star. Glowing with the purest white light, too strong to even look at. All I could see was her outline, and that void blue core of her being.

I was no stranger to being pulled in two different directions. The teachings of my father versus those of my mother. The enemy within versus me. But this one was different. One could fill the galaxy with words and it would not come close. If all the blood vessels were laid out to end to end, and each cell had the word love engraved on it, it would not equal one billionth of a second of the pull. It was nearly impossible to resist, myriad works of art had been created about it over the millennia. None came close to describing it. I opened my eyes from my meditation, and looked out over the glistening sea, utterly stunning by all accounts. It was bland and boring compared to Aurora. And yet, I was denied such a thing. I could not. Alas, she was human. I don’t know if she could even reciprocate these feelings.

That was until yesterday. Like a man clutching to a cliff edge, I hung on to those words. Was there hope? Did she mean those words? Those feelings flying off her like a star going supernova?

I did not have many of my mother gifts, but even I could feel the emotions of one as powerful as her.

And she felt something for me.

The smallest ember of emotion, which may catch.

And so hope remained.

And so despite everything, I had reason to smile.

Scarlett

I was 3/4ths of the way through my coffee when Tyler trudged in. Not walked, not marched, trudged. I have seen him do such a thing exactly twice in my entire life. The day after dad died, and the morning he got back from shore leave after graduation. Given that no one we know died, and the incredibly visible and large hickey on his neck… I’d say that my brother was engaging in…. Fraternization.

I’m impressed honestly. I had a bet with myself that he wouldn’t last through the 2nd night on the longbow, now it’s been a whole week! Impressive.

As Tyler rounds the corner, I notice his odd gait, swinging his leg out and forward, rather than straight ahead in proper marching style.

Fraternization indeed.

He stops at the counter, grabs one of the stools, and gingerly sits down. We lock eyes for just a moment and have an instant of perfect, non verbal twin to twin communication.

‘Really?’

‘Not a word’

The silence was broke by a sharp sniff through is nose, a long sigh and him shifting.

“Right then. Anything of note to report?”

“Negative sir” came Finians reply

“Nope”

“I have something sir” Zila had stopped tapping on her uniglass

“Well? The suspense is killing me legionnaire Madran, what is it?”

“Testy this more I see sir” Finian said, seeing if he couldn’t get a rise of his commander

“I have located blueprints and relevant construction information for the vault. I send them in a data package over our squad communications link, along with my personal analysis on viable points of entry.”

“Didn’t get much sleep then I take it Legionaire?”

“No more than you sir”

I choked on my coffee. Finian did a spit take and Tyler looked utterly bewildered.

“First: what I was or wasn’t doing last night is between me and the maker. Second: did you just make a joke?”

“No. I stated a fact. I got 4 hours and thirty two minutes of sleep last night, while by my estimation you got between four and three quarters and five hours of sleep.”

Finians pale skin was now flushed a pale shade of pink from him trying to hold in his laughter, meanwhile I was laughing around the coffee stuck in my throat and Tyler looked even more bewildered. The kind of bewildered that makes a deer in headlights look like a professor of psychology.

“I-uh- Well anyways, if you could pull up the data on the table hologram so we can prepare a briefing legionnaire.”

“Yes sir”

Aurora

I woke up with puffy eyes and a throat that felt like it has seen the wrong side of an industrial sandblaster. Turns out: crying yourself to sleep is awful. I can’t believe Hollywood lied to me. It’s almost like it’s full of paid actors.

I had to peel myself from my bed, I sign I had slept far deeper than normal. I opened the closet, and found that it was stocked with clothes exactly to my size and liking. I picked out a nice outfit and walked to what I could only assume was the kitchen, where I heard the gentle murmur of voices. I rounded to find everyone else in the squad all chatting amounts themselves, with coffee and, of all people, Cat, manning, as my mother would call it, the cooker. Tyler looked up, and gave me a kind smile.

“Well then, that’s everyone. I’ll start the briefing now if no one has any objections.” He paused “Ok good.” He tapped a button in the centre of the table. It lit up revealing blueprints, for what looked like a very over the top bank vault.

“This, ladies and gentlemen, is our target. The most fortified, secure, and impenetrable bank vault ever designed. Within, is contained the last part of the trigger, a 32 karat chunk of Eshvaren crystal.”

Scar leaned forward. “So an easy jaunt into a bank vault to steal a gem. What’s the problem?”

“Finian?”

The Beretreskan nodded

“If you remember Biattchis office, with the security system that would wake a carreer criminal screaming? This one would make them hand themselves in to the police and collapse into a jibbering, insane mess. Laser sensors and hair wire triggers, weighted boxes and hard vacuum. Silent penetration is nearly impossible”

Kal spoke up “so how do we intended to get in quietly?”

Finian giggled like a kid on Christmas morning. “Kal…. Who said anything about quiet?”

Tyler tapped the button on the table again.

“We will be organized into 3 groups of two, with Zila running support here.” He gestured at a point on the holographic map, indicating the apartment “Legionnaires De Seel and Jones task is to create a distraction. I don’t care if it’s a riot, a brawl, anything. We just need all eyes away from the vault. Legionnaire Gilwraith and Aurora will be our backup in case we have unwanted guests. Finally, me and legionnaire Brannock will be infiltrating the facility, opening the vault, and retrieving the target. Any questions?”

“How do we intends to breach the vault?”

Tyler’s eyes glimmered. “Are you familiar with shaped charges?”

[End of part 1. Teehee]

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gergthecat · 1 year ago

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Jealousy PT 1 - Dual POV Saedii/Tyler

Tyler

Saedii’s draped over me, her breathing has slowed, and now her eyes are shut.

“You should stay this time,” I mumble into her sweat-soaked hair, “Y’know, for the economy.” She looks up at me with a confused expression on her face.

“The economy? How would that help the economy?”

“Me. I’m the economy.”

She rolls her eyes and lies her head back on my chest, and I watch for a while, before my eyelids become too heavy, and I fall into some much-needed sleep.

However many hours later, my alarm goes off. Saedii basically punches my palm-pad to silence it. Afterward, I think she’s going to lay back down, but instead, she sits up, glancing around my room. I wonder what she’s looking for until she hops out of bed and collects her clothes from wherever I’d thrown them last night.

“What are you doing,” I finally ask.

“What does it look like I’m doing, Tyler Jones?” She responds while putting her clothes back on.

“Leaving,” I reply, frowning. She turns to look at me, and I put on my best pouty-face.

“That face won’t work on me, Tyler Jones,” she says, barely hiding the smirk on her lips.

“But I’m your be’shmai!” I know I’m losing this battle, she’s already got her hair back to looking immaculate, and now she’s messing around with the makeup residual on her face, but, if anything, I love messing with Saedii Gilwraeth.

“You,” she starts, waggling her finger at me, “are not my be’shmai.”

I begin to say something along the lines of, “That’s what you think,” but I stop myself. Why not go to the extreme? “Then you’re not mine, Saedii Gilwraeth.”

I watch her face for any reaction to what I’ve said, but her demeanor is stone-cold, as always.

She finally responds, “Naturally.”

“In that case, you won’t mind if I take someone not you to Bar Night tonight.”

Bar Night was something Scar had deemed necessary after all we’ve done, but knowing her, she just wants an excuse to be drunk and stupid with Finian. I originally hadn’t planned to go, but now, I have a reason.

“I thought you weren’t intending to go,” she counters futilely.

“I have reason to now.”

She knows that I’ve won; if she doesn’t let me go, she shows that she cares, and if she does let me go, I go.

Tyler Jones 3

Saedii Gilwraeth 2

“Then I suppose I do too, Tyler Jones. I will see you tonight.” And with that, she strides out of my quarters. This’ll be fun.

Saedii

I sit in a conference room, although what I’m going through seems more like an intervention. Kaliis rests opposite to me at the table, looking miserable. To his left sits Aurora, who is noisily talking with Finian next to her. They chatter about tonight, and apparently, word has passed about what Tyler and I spoke of this morning. Scarlett is pacing around the table, lazily joining the conversation when she sees fit, seemingly busy in thought. I wonder if Tyler will be joining us, and as though summoned by my thought, he glides through the door. He takes in the scene, going from Kaliis to his sister, to Aurora and Finian. Finally, his eyes land on me, and gives me a small nod.

“Ms. Gilwraeth,” he says, grinning impossibly wide.

I narrow my eyes and scowl, “Tyler Jones.”

He winks at me and sits equidistant between my brother and me.

“Ty,” Scarlett starts, “you’re going tonight?”

“Why the hells not?” he responds.

His sister glances wearily at me, but only shrugs, “The more the merrier, I guess.”

“I am also coming to Bar Night,” I blurt out. This statement turns some heads. Finian and Aurora pause their conversation to eye me, and Kaliis and Scarlett both look surprised, the latter more than the former. I simply stare back at them.

“Two more people,” Scarlett mutters, “Oh well.”

“Make that three,” says Tyler, “I’m taking Rachel Caldwell.”

Scarlett clearly recognizes the name, although it is not familiar to me. I’m just about to ask who she is when a smug voice winds its way into my mind.

Your move, Gilwraeth.

Tyler

Was it a bit underhanded to ask the girl who’s had a massive crush on me since we met to be my date tonight? Yeah, obviously. But from what I understand, dirty is the only way Saedii plays. I can’t wait to see what she has up her sleeve. Or maybe hidden in her hair.

Scar has dressed me up in what she calls a lady-killer outfit. I’ve got a cream-colored collared shirt with the top three buttons undone, naturally, as she put it, and a pair of black fitted pants. Very fitted. They do not leave much up to the imagination. I've planned to pick Rachel up and meet everyone at the bar. She’s wearing a blue sequiny dress that blindingly contrasts my expertly-chosen outfit. It’s low cut and rides pretty high up her legs, which seem incredibly long in her matching blue platform heels. She’s not very tall, and I am, so the top of her head only barely reaches my chin. She’s dressed to impress, even without knowing about whatever is happening between Saedii and me. Now, we stride into the bar, my hand wrapped around her waist, and I immediately spot the others at a booth in the back. The place is relatively small, but the dance floor is packed, and the DJ is blaring some kind of techno remix. I begrudgingly drag Rachel through the crowd, although she doesn’t seem to mind. When we finally reach the group, Scar is berating Kal for his lack of “visual pizzazz,” and Auri and Fin are laughing their butts off at the whole ordeal. Saedii’s not here, though, and I wonder for a second if she had actually chickened out. Then I remember that it’s Saedii Gilwraeth and that that prospect is nearly unimaginable.

I slide into the booth next to Fin and Scar, and Rachel goes to get a drink. Almost immediately, Scar goes from screeching at Kal to screeching at me. Unfair. She tells me that I need to act closer to Rachel and dance with her. I tell her to shut her face. I haven’t seen Saedii yet, but I have a feeling she’s here, watching from a distance, searching for the perfect opportunity to strike. A hunter watching her prey. It’s not until I catch a glimpse of a black braid that I pay attention to the crowd. It’s all just a blur of wiggling bodies.

“Looking for someone?” A voice says from behind me.

“As a matter of fact-,” I start, turning around, expecting to see Saedii in some version of a vampire suit. Instead, I see her in a dress. Light blue, sequiny. Inconceivably tiny. Identical to the one Rachel’s wearing, though Saedii looks a thousand times better. I am so shocked that I don’t even notice that my jaw hanging open until Finian presses it shut. She smirks at me. Fuck.

It’s been about an hour of pretending not to look at Saedii. She’s also wearing the same shoes as Rachel, so she’s taller than me. She looks unimagineably perfect; her braids forming a cloak around her shoulders as she sips what I can only infer to be straight vodka. Right now, I am pressed against my date as we dance. I haven’t had anything to drink, but Rachel has. So when she starts pushing harder against me, I’m not surprised. I am, however, when she starts kissing my neck. I really don’t know what to do, so, idiotically, I look back to our table, four pairs of eyes looking very intently. I realize a second too late that they aren’t looking at me, and are, instead, watching as Saedii charges through the dance floor.

“Saed-,” I can just barely get her name out before she grasps my arm and shoves me into the nearest bathroom, locking the door.

“Saedii, I didn’t-,” I start, but I don’t know what to say. She’s leaning her head against the door, and it’s not until I see the slightest heave of her shoulders that I realize she is crying. Saedii Gilwraeth is crying. Over me, no less. All I can think to do is wrap my arms around her stomach. I press a kiss to the back of her neck and slowly turn her around. Her braids surround her face, but I can still see the tears falling down her cheeks. All I can do is hug her, rub her back, kiss her shoulder, because even years at the Academy, even winning a war millions of years in the making, couldn’t prepare me for having Saedii Gilwraeth silently crying in my arms.

“Saedii. Tell me what’s wrong,” I whisper into her ear. She doesn’t respond right away, but she does lift her head from my shoulder and look me in the eyes.

“If you wish to be with her, then you may, Tyler Jones,” she says, finally, “I should not have assumed you wanted more than sex.”

I am absolutely bewildered.

“Shit-, Saedii–fuck, I’m so sorry,” I say, cupping her face with my hands, “She doesn’t mean anything to me, you do. I shouldn’t have done any of this. I’m so sorry. Fuck. Saedii, I was trying to make you jealous, but that was childish and stupid and I’m sorry. Really. I don’t just want sex, I think you’re wonderful, and I want to talk to you and care for you and be near you always. You won’t ever have to be afraid of what your father or anyone would say, they don’t matter. Only you do.”

Saedii

I am nearly too stunned to speak. But I wouldn’t anyway. I crush my lips to his, his hands slide under my legs and I wrap them around his waist. I can still feel the dry tears caked on my face. I hadn’t cried in nearly a decade, but, I suppose, my Tyler could get whatever reaction he wanted out of me. He pulls away first and brings one hand up to my cheek. All I can do is close my eyes and let him press his forehead to mine. We stay like this for six minutes, until I finally find the words I’ve been looking for all my life.

I trust you.

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2024 AO3 Wrap Up

Thanks @onthewaytosomewhere

Wow, I wrote a lot of different fics this year for 4 different fandoms.

Fandoms: HP, RWRB, Ghosts CBS and 911

Number of Fics: 241

HP - 212

RWRB - 24

Ghosts CBS - 3

911 - 2

Number of Words: 459,191

Long list below the cut.

January:

Good Godfather Sirius Black Fest: Sirius & Harry - 62 fics -> link to series

Prongsfoot Micrfics - Sirius/James - 205, 206 & 207

If Hats Could Talk - Alex/Henry - When Alex finds a hat on the subway, he goes to any length to find the owner despite his friends teasing him about it. Luckily for him, the owner finds him.

February:

Prongsfoot Microfics - Sirius/James - 208 to 257

Mirror Talks - Sirius & Harry - Ch 18-25 -

Almost Expelled - Sirius & Harry - After the DA is outed, although Harry isn't expelled, Sirius has to talk him through the betrayal, which is difficult given his feelings about rats.

Lingerie Games - Alex/Henry - When Alex and Nora make a bet, Alex ends up learning some new things about himself - like he enjoys lingerie - and Henry really enjoys Alex wearing lingerie. Or. 5 Times Alex surprises Henry with lingerie and the 1 time Henry surprises him.

Midnight Munchies - Sirius/James - When James can't sleep, he convinces Sirius to take a trip down to the kitchens.

March:

Almost Never Apart - Sirius/James - James loves that he's almost never apart from his boyfriend, but on one of the rare times they are apart, certain Slytherins attack Sirius and James is not happy.

Prongsfoot Microfics - Sirius/James - 258 to 296

Getting Lucky - Sirius/James - Six months after they started dating, James and Sirius finally have a date outside of school. Thus, James makes a plan to get lucky for the first time.

Umbridge Squad - Sirius & Harry - Umbridge has taken over and chaos ensues. Harry and Cho finally deal with the Marietta situation hanging over them and Sirius helps him through his first heartbreak.

April:

Not a Dog, Bro! - Trevor & Jeremy - When Jeremy comes to visit, Trevor's desperate to keep him around and the episode ends a bit differently.

Prongsfoot Microfics - Sirius/James - 297 to 300

Massage of the Future - Sirius/James - After a tough quidditch practice, James returns home expecting that Sirius will give him a massage and pamper him like always only to overhear a conversation that leads to a fantasy come true.

May:

The Worst Memory - Sirius & Harry - With no buffer and things going crazy at Hogwarts, Harry still ends up seeing Snape's Worst Memory, and it causes a rift in Sirius and Harry's relationship when he confronts him.

Princess Alex - Alex/Henry - After the boys celebrate their engagement, Alex teases about if he's going to get the chance to be Princess Alex.

June:

Prongsfoot Microfics - 301 to 304

July:

Prongsfoot Microfics - Sirius/James - 305 to 308

Underwear Mishap - Alex/Henry - When Alex gets back to his hotel room the evening after Zahra had caught them, Henry reveals that he's been accidentally wearing Alex's underwear all day, and some fun ensues.

August:

Prongsfoot Microfics - Sirius/James - 309 to 312

September:

Prongsfoot Microfics - Sirius/James - 313 to 316

Mistaken Advice - Buck & Bobby - When Abby doesn't believe him about the catfisher, Buck breaks up with her and returns home to Connor and the frat house and gets a happy ending he deserves

Loyalty of Friendship - Alex/Henry - When Henry leaves him at broken-hearted at the Lake House, Alex struggles with returning to life before Henry, but he's lucky to have a good support system with very loyal friends.

Making You Proud - Trevor & Family - All Trevor ever wanted was to make his parents proud, when the conversation at the end of Trevor's Body goes a little differently, he finds the answer to getting sucked off and peace at last.

Trevor's Sam Day - Trevor & Sam - When Trevor's not himself during his Sam Day, Sam learns that he's more upset after the memorial because he realizes what his 'bros' did didn't just affect him.

Lucky Mirrors - Sirius & Harry, Sirius/Kingsley - After the attack on Harry, Sirius NEEDS to see and talk to him, and luckily his boyfriend, Kingsley has an idea to make that possible.

Lucky Secrets - Alex/Henry - While Alex and Henry can be out in the open now, Alex did likes his secret notes to elicit endless teasing from Henry.

New Year's Gold - Alex/Henry - “Do you think I could win a gold medal in dick sucking?” Henry nearly chokes on his drink that he’s holding in his free hand (tea to warm him up) while he’s holding hands with Alex on their walk. or. A conversation about dick sucking leads to the happiest New Years, yet.

Race Maze to History, Huh? - Alex/Henry - Alex put his blood, sweat and tears into creating a corn maze on his and Henry's property in Texas, and it's time to test it out and have fun :)

It's Getting Hot in Here - Alex/Henry - Alex decides to play a game of hot or cold to help Henry find his ring.

October:

Little White Quiches - Alex/Henry - Alex has always had a problem remembering to eat when he's in the zone, so Henry takes it upon himself to remind him and cook for him... if only he were good at it.

Sour Soulmates - Alex/Henry - Before Alex's twenty-first birthday, he fully doesn't like the idea of soulmates, mainly because he's been burned before, but what he doesn't know is that he's already found his soulmate, he just doesn't know it, yet.

Hatred For Snape - Sirius & Harry - The day before fifth year, Sirius can't sleep and checks on Harry. This check leads Sirius to give Harry the mirror that night allowing them to forge a new fifth year with Sirius supporting Harry as much as he can.

A Moment at Your Side - Alex/Henry - After getting outed, Henry takes Alex with him on his visit to his father's grave.

Love of the Sea - Sirius/James - When Sirius Black was fifteen, he was cursed to be a merman until he kisses his one true love. He never imagined meeting that one true love while he was captive at the DOM.

Puppy Love - Sirius/James - Sirius comes home to discover James has gotten Harry a puppy.

Puzzle Lovers - Sirius/James - James and Sirius celebrate six months together with their love of puzzles.

All I Want is a Mini-You - Sirius/James - All James wants is a mini-Sirius, while all Sirius wants is a mini-James.

The Broken Hearted - Buck & Bobby - When Bobby gets the emergency contact call on Halloween when Buck helps the guy stuck in the girl's windshield, he assumes the worst and resolves to make up with Buck entirely.

Return From the Veil - Sirius/Harry - When Sirius falls through the veil, he's met with James, Lily and Regulus, who give him a mission to protect Harry throughout the rest of the war (and their lives). OR In a world where Sirius doesn't actually die but returns out of the veil looking like he's sixteen, he relishes the chance to support Harry through the toughest times of their lives and struggles with falling in love with his godson along the way as they fight the school and the second wizarding war.

The Casanova of James' Heart - Sirius/James - James has been pining for his best friend, would a stranger's comments help him realize that Sirius has been pining for him, too?

Birthday Blues - Sirius/James - James is mad when it appears that Sirius has ignored his birthday...

A Spin of the Bottle - Sirius/James - After Sirius' housewarming cools down, he and some friends decide to play spin the bottle so he can finally get that kiss from James that he's been craving.

The Broken Sort - Sirius/James - When Dumbledore decides to flip it so the sorting is reverse ABCs, and eleven-year-old James Potter opts for Slytherin so he'll be with Sirius Black (his destined BFF), things don't go to plan and instead a rivarly is born.

Fun in the Sun - Sirius/James - When Sirius' divorced is finalized with the result of his ex-wife's gotten full custody, James finds a way around that by getting Sirius and his kids with James and his kids to his summer beach house. He never expected a little fun in the sun would change things between him and his best mate in the best way possible.

Just Benefits - Sirius/James - James and Sirius have been friends with benefits for years until James decides to end it so he could save his friendship and have someone to be with romantic with since that's not Sirius... or so he thinks...

The Obvious Choice - Sirius/James - Three times everyone assumes James and Sirius are together and the one time that they actually are together.

Wouldn't Have It Any Other Way - Sirius/James - When an order mission goes awry, James and Sirius get stuck in a shack together... naturally things get... interesting.

Kiss Me Before It's Too Late - Sirius/James - James and Sirius share a kiss before it's too late.

November:

Totally In-Sync - Sirius/James/Lily - When Lily feels like there's something missing in her friendship with James and Sirius, she decides to ask them out in a big way.

Lacey Birthdays - Sirius/James/Lily - James tries to overdo it for Sirius' first birthday with the three of them as a throuple, but Lily has a better idea for what Sirius would like.

Tipsy Kissing - Sirius/James/Lily - As they celebrate their last party at Hogwarts, James doesn't know how to tell both Sirius and Lily that he wants them - good thing they're ten steps ahead of him.

A Midnight's Change - Sirius/James/Lily - Sirius thinks that Jily will tire of their friends with benefits thing, but Lily and James are determined to start the New Year as more than just Benefits.

Best as a Trio - Sirius/James/Lily - When they are celebrating ten years as best friends, someone asks them how they make it work as a throuple prompting James to question why everyone assumes they're together...

Who Wants a Normal Marriage? - Sirius/James/Lily - When Sirius gets a letter that makes him question why he's hiding with Jily, despite their three-person marriage, and out there fighting for the Order.

A Mission For Love - Sirius/James/Lily - When enemy aurors are forced to go undercover at a sex club, they come away with more than a vanquished Voldemort.

A Valentine's to Remember - Sirius/James - Prongsfoot has the most mutually over-the-top, elaborate, honeymoon of a Valentine’s Day during their 7th year and Remus and Regulus get to very platonically hear about how amazing Prongsfoot is - not only from Sirius and James, but from everyone else, too.

My Thoughts of You - Siirus/James - When a mission goes wrong, James' thoughts are of his first and last kiss with Sirius.

For Now, Not Forever - Sirius/James - When James and Sirius' parents insist on a summer split before magical university, James has the worst summer of his life, but luckily, the reunion is worth it.

Don't Have to Play Hero - Sirius & Harry - It's time for Harry to pick a future career so, naturally, both he and Sirius struggle with his certain expectations.

December:

Fancy Letters - Alex/Henry - After the leak, Alex and Henry decide to write letters, but when Henry asks for some clarification, Alex thinks his handwriting sucks and takes up calligraphy as a surprise.

Hug Me to Save Me - Sirius/James - When the Slytherins go after Sirius, James has stop him from getting into trouble by hugging him.

Playing Their Parts - Alex/Henry - When they get home after playing their parts as the prince and the first son, Alex decides it's time for some playing fun.

All Mine - Sirius/James - When James sees people flirting with his husband, he decides to stake his claim.

First Son of My Heart - Alex/Henry - The death of the queen means Alex is stuck in the US without Henry during all of the pomp and circumstance of his gran's death, until now. Finally, they're reunited.

Never Again - Sirius/James - The Order tries to keep James away from Sirius because they think he's the traitor despite their relationship, which naturally hurts them.

Super, Cuddly Alex - Alex/Henry - When the duo revisits the lake house for the second time, Alex's abandonment issues turn him into super cuddly Alex, not that Henry minds.

Start of the Show - Alex/Henry - When Henry sees a couple flirting with Alex, he doesn't care that he's breaking the rules when he kisses Alex to make sure everyone knows that Alex is his.

Lucky Charms - Alex/Henry - Alex and Henry have different ways of dealing with things as the one-year anniversary of the leak moves closer.

Can't Put My Finger On It - Sirius & Harry - Sirius has an itch under his skin that something is off, but he can't figure out what it is. The itch isn't helped at all by Harry's story about grawp.

A Life Together - Alex/Henry - Alex is surprised to learn that Ellen assumes that Alex isn't moving in with Henry, causing an interesting fight with Ellen.

To Protect and Watch Over - Sirius & Harry - Summary of recent events - Sirius and Harry have been using the mirror to help them both have someone to talk to. It's made 5th year better for Harry, and living in GP better for Sirius, but Sirius has an itch about something being off as we near the end of the year... Voldemort sets a trap, an elf is an ass, and chaos ensues.

Mirror Talks - Sirius & Harry - The day before fifth year, Sirius can't sleep and checks on Harry. This check leads Sirius to give Harry the mirror that night allowing them to forge a new fifth year with Sirius supporting Harry as much as he can.

Making it Up to You - Alex/Henry - Alex's first finals stress out his relationship with Henry, so the day after they end, he makes a promise.

Comforting Kiss - Sirius/James - When Sirius is feeling down about something, James knows how to make him feel better.

Sailing to Freedom - Alex/Henry - After making up at Kensington and deciding to come out someday, Alex jokes that if things go awry they could always get on Henry's yacht and sail to freedom of being happy and in love together, he never expected to repercussions of doing just that on the election and their relationship.

Tagging @roalinda @lovelymasks @iboatedhere @padfootastic @goldenlionprince @strugglequill

#RWRB #HP #Ghosts CBS #911 #Alex/Henry #trevor lefkowitz #Prongsfoot #evan buckley #sirius black #james potter #Bobby Nash #Jen's writing

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