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innerpostmentality · 6 years ago

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Sometimes Beginnings Start With Goodbye IV - Confessions

This is a TRR AU fan fic inspired by the Choices book series The Royal Romance All rights and many thanks are given to Pixelberry Studios for the use of their characters. This fic is written for my friend @tornbetween2loves it started as a birthday fic and has expanded. Please read these stories in order or they won’t make sense. The series links can be found in my Masterlist. There will be more parts to this series. Pairing: Liam X Giselle Rating: M - Mature themes, Angst

Word count: close to 5000

Warnings: depictions of depression, hospitalization, and life threatening illness Tagging: @tornbetween2loves @gardeningourmet @kennaxval @stopforamoment @bobasheebaby @cora-nova @indiacater @hopefulmoonobject @drakewalkerwhipped @carabeth @darley1101 @furiousherringoperatortoad

A soft bong heralded the pilot’s announcement that they were thirty minutes out from Cordonia Royal International Airport. Liam awoke spooned around Giselle. He nuzzled into the halo of her soft chocolate mane, sun kissed and still smelling of the Caribbean breeze and tropical flowers. For one brief moment he pulled her tightly to him, kissed the crown of her head and murmured how much he loved her. He slipped carefully out of the bed, grabbed a fresh change of clothing and stepped into the small lavatory. He’d become master of what he thought of as the five-minute freshening in the last six months. Clear the mind. No thinking about anything it would only slow you down. A swig of mouthwash to swish while he peed whether he needed to or not, meetings always ran long. Spit it out. Wash hands and face. Quick brush of the teeth and tongue. Deodorant. Fresh clothes skin out. Spritz of cologne on his hair brush before running it through his ever-unruly blond hair. Once over with his electric razor. Step into his shoes while tying his tie. He stepped out of the lavatory tying his tie and smiled softly at the beauty he was married to. “Any word?” She shook her head then stood up and wrapped her arms around him. “I love you. We’re almost there.” She slipped out of her clothes and took her turn in the lavatory then came out to slip into press worthy clothes, dark blue silk pants and a matching jacket with a floral print on beige silk blouse. She stepped into almond pumps then brushed her hair and pinned it into a chignon before touching up her makeup. She looked over herself with a critical eye checking her profile in the mirrored panel on the lavatory door just as the pilot asked for everyone to secure for landing. Giselle held Liam’s hand as the plane’s wheels touched down and held it as they debarked the plane and went straight to the waiting royal limo. Liam pulled her hand to his mouth kissing it then resting his forehead against it as they headed for the hospital. She leaned against him stroking his knee. Lending him all the comfort she could. Their motorcade sped through the city. At 6:30 in the morning only the earliest commuters were on the roads so five minutes before 7am they were pulling up at the front of the hospital. The paparazzi were there in force cordoned behind a rope with capitol police there enforcing the barrier to keep the hospital entry and exits open. Liam locked eyes with her and grimaced. She smiled and kissed him then adjusted his collar and tie. “You look very handsome my sweet King.” He found a small smile for her. “And you look every bit the treasure of Cordonia, my Queen. I love you. Stay close.” The guards got out and they waited for the all clear before their door was opened and Liam got out and gave her his hand to assist her exiting the vehicle. Then the cacophony of shouted questions and cameras taking series shots, their shutters triggering repeatedly creating their own distinctive background noise. Liam put his hand on her back and escorted her into the lobby of the hospital without comment. They went directly to the elevators and up to the ICU floor.

************************* Olivia slowly became aware of her back being gently rubbed. The heavenly scent of well brewed fresh coffee seductively luring her from sleep. She opened her eyes and like he had been summoned from her dreams Bastien was sitting on the edge of the bed next to her. Her eyes met his grey gaze soft and clear this morning and focused on her. She saw the blush rise in his cheeks and he looked down for just a moment before clearing his throat and meeting her gaze again. “If my memory is true, I think you prefer coffee as your morning drink? She nodded, and couldn’t suppress the smile that crept on her face as she studied him and took the coffee he offered her. She’d always thought Bastien was devastatingly handsome. And in the soft shine of the bedside lamp she knew she was right. “Have you heard anything?” He shook his head. “No. But it’s only six. And I’m thinking even doctors have to sleep sometime. Hopefully soon they will have some test results in. They may have them already just no one there at the moment to give them to us.” He looked down again measuring his words before meeting her gaze over the coffee cup. “I’m sorry to wake you so early. I want to be at the hospital when their Majesties arrive. And I, I didn’t want you to wake up alone.” His gray gaze held hers as he paused looking softly into the emerald beauty of her eyes. “People tend to play mind games with themselves at times like these. It’s important to me for you to understand how profound last night was for me, I believe honestly, for us. I don’t want you thinking that I’m embarrassed or have any regrets, or that I didn’t mean it when I told you that I loved you. I have for a long time Olivia. Long before what happened with Drake. I’m sorry that it upsets you to hear it. But I’ve wasted too much time in admitting it to myself and telling you. So I’m going to tell you, frequently, from now on. I love you, Olivia.” Olivia blushed and met his eyes with a frown sipping her coffee and changing the subject. “Can you give me twenty minutes and I’ll go with you?” Bastien wanted to tell her he’d give her the rest of his life but knew she was afraid and Olivia reacted to her fear with anger and, or belligerence so he simply kissed her hand gently. He smiled softly at her and looked in her eyes. “Of course, Olivia. Would you like some toast or fruit? I’m afraid I don’t have much to offer you for breakfast.”

She finished her coffee as soon as she realized it wasn’t going to burn her if she drank it fast and scooted out of the bed. “I’m fine. I’m just going to go to the other room to get my clothes. I’ll meet you downstairs in a few minutes.” He sipped his coffee and watched her nervous movements as she flitted around the room picking up her discarded underwear before retreating out the door and down the hall. He couldn’t help but smile softly as he surreptitiously enjoyed her in his tee shirt and nothing else. He was half hard just thinking about the soft milky white silk of her skin and the precious delicate pink of her most sensitive areas. He gathered her cup and went back downstairs. Then called Tevi’s to arrange to have baskets of their pastries delivered to the ICU waiting room and staff. It wasn’t much but he knew it would be appreciated at every quarter. True to her word nineteen minutes after she asked him for twenty minutes Olivia came down stairs as put together as he’d ever seen her. Smelling like spring and orange blossoms, catwalk ready. She smiled and offered him her hand. He put it on his arm and escorted her to their waiting car from the palace he’d arranged to pick them up. “Any word?” she asked. “I spoke with the palace. Their Majesties have landed and are on their way to the hospital. We should be getting there about the same time. I also arranged for baskets of pastries from Tevis to be delivered to the ICU waiting room and to the staff. But I haven’t spoken with Maxwell. We’ll see soon enough.” Olivia slipped her hand in his squeezing it gently. *********************************** Liam took Giselle’s hand as soon as they got on the elevator squeezing it. She put her other hand over his and looked in his distressed eyes. “I wish I could just turn back time a couple of days. I keep waiting to wake up.” his voice was hoarse. “I know, Li. We’re going to get through this. I love you.” They arrived at the waiting room a handful of people bowing to them as they recognized them enter. Maxwell’s long frame was sitting in a chair in the back corner of the waiting room. His elbows were propped on his knees and his head was in his hands. There was a magazine in his lap. He didn’t look up as they approached. Liam smiled and whispered to Giselle, “I think he’s asleep.” Giselle leaned over him and called his name softly. Finally getting no response she sat down next to him and laid a hand on his shoulder. Maxwell’s eyes opened slowly meeting Liam’s and he gave the king a sleepy little boy smile. Liam couldn’t help but return the smile, “Hey Maxwell. Are you well my friend?” Maxwell blinked a couple of times and rubbed his eyes then stretched and yawned and sadness took over his face. “Not really.” He stood up and bowed then hugged Liam and Giselle. Liam and Giselle sat down just as Bastien and Olivia came into the waiting room. They bowed and curtsied to their Majesties before Liam told everyone to please take a seat and catch them up on everything they knew. Liam was holding Giselle’s hand tightly his face grim by the time Maxwell finished telling them that Drake had gone through the dialysis session but hadn’t regained consciousness yet. The nurses had told him that Dr. Ardes would be in after she made her rounds and they could expect her to come speak with them around eight. The baskets of pastries and thermoses of coffee, tea, and juice arrived and they sat around nibbling on the delicious repast not really able to appreciate it as their attention was pulled by every person walking by hoping it would be a doctor with news for them. Olivia smiled at Giselle and Liam, “So how is Barbados? I’ve occasionally entertained seeing it but heat, and sand, and I don’t get along.” Giselle smiled and blushed. “It’s really beautiful. And I love the music. Walking on the beach in the evenings.” Liam looked over at her and brought her hand to his mouth kissing it, not caring that they were in public. “I promise we’ll go back.” Bastien noted that Giselle and Liam hadn’t let go of each other’s hands the entire time. They were both eating and drinking one handed to keep their hold on each other. He had the slightest smile as he looked at Olivia. Her bright emerald eyes met his briefly and she blushed. A few minutes later Bastien rose as Doctor Ardes came in. He gave her a slight bow. “Good morning, Doctor Ardes. May I have the honor of presenting you to their Majesties, King Liam and Queen Giselle. Doctor Ardes is the doctor who has been taking care of Drake. Liam and Giselle rose. Liam extended his hand and she placed her hand in his and he bowed over it. “Thank you, Doctor Ardes, I appreciate more than I have words for your care of my friend. He is the brother of my heart. Giselle let go of Liam’s hand to extend her hand to the doctor giving her a gentle handshake and smile before she and Liam resumed their seats. Bastien smiled, “It is also my honor to present you to her Grace Duchess Olivia of Lythikos. Doctor Ardes smiled and extended her hand to Olivia. Olivia took it shaking it firmly. Then the doctor turned to Maxwell, “Lord Beaumont, may I speak freely with everyone present?” Caught off guard Maxwell blinked “Oh yes. Of course, Doctor Ardes.” She nodded. “We could get a conference room if you would like more privacy?” Liam looked around the empty waiting room and nodded at the doctor. “I think this is fine. Please tell us what is going on with Drake, doctor Ardes?” “We do have the test results back. And his sepsis is caused by Clostridium it commonly causes Tetanus. We have started him on a cocktail of targeted antibiotics, Tetanus antitoxin, and medications to control muscle spasm. He is also exhibiting symptoms of Wernicke-Korsakoff syndrome this is a condition that results from severe Thiamine deficiency related to alcohol abuse. We are treating the Thiamine deficiency with dextrose IV’s with Thiamine supplement. He has completed a dialysis session. His kidneys are still not where we need them to be. He is still unresponsive.” She crossed her arms and looked at each of them. “I know you all have questions. I will tell you what I know.” Liam looked at Giselle and then the doctor. “Is there anything we can do? What is the prognosis?” She looked into the Kings bright blue eyes and sighed. “Your Majesty until we can get him to the point of being responsive it is practically impossible for us to evaluate the extent and severity of the Wernicke-Korsakoff. Now that we know what is causing his sepsis, I have good confidence that we can successfully treat the infection. But how well his kidney’s respond and regain their function is hard to tell at this juncture. So far, his other organs seem to be holding up which is good. We did find the site of the injury we are fairly confident caused the infection, a small puncture wound, possibly a splinter that had been removed in his leg. My best guess at this point is he will be staying with us for three or four weeks while we keep an eye on him. After that he will need counseling and extensive physical therapy in a good facility for another three to six months.” Liam was shaking his head, holding Giselle’s hand. “And what if I want his rehab done in the palace? What would I need to provide? I don’t want him in some facility where I can’t see him every day. This is my fault…” He squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose trying to keep from weeping. Giselle put her other hand on Liam’s she leaned close to him and whispered. “It’s not Love. It really isn’t your fault, Li.” Dr. Ardes looked at the young king and his young wife and saw the love and weariness in their eyes. She spoke gently. “Your Majesty your friend is very ill but it is not your fault. If you wish his rehab to be in the palace let me make some phone calls. I will see if I can get you a doctor who will be able to help. I wish to be clear here. This is not something I would ordinarily recommend. Mr. Walker is going to require a lot more resources than most people could hope to provide for some time to come. But I recognize that you are not most people.” Something was bothering Bastien he had been intently listening to the doctor trying to figure out what was bothering him and he finally knew he had to ask. “Excuse me, Doctor Ardes, I noticed that you are using a different term this morning. Perhaps I’m focusing on the wrong thing but I haven’t heard you say that he was unconscious this morning. You keep saying he’s unresponsive. But I haven’t heard you say he was unconscious or comatose.” The doctor nodded at Bastien. “You are correct. We are monitoring his brain activity and we are seeing indications that he is not unconscious. One of the questions we have is if his lack of response is because of stubbornness and depression. Or if his condition has made him forget how to respond. Amnesia is one of the symptoms common to Wernicke-Korsakoff Syndrome. Amnesia, Ataxia, Confabulation, Memory lapse, Learning disability.. the list of symptoms of this disease is a depressing one. And only a small percentage recover from it. Those that do have some things in common… Excellent support, focus on nutrition, they quit drinking alcohol, they tend to be young and stay active. He has some pluses in his corner. We just need to get him through this. She looked at the group assembled, “I do believe that it would be good for him to have people who know and love him around him as much as possible. I understand that each of you have responsibilities and duties but if you can manage to coordinate between you so that he has someone present much of the time I will be certain that one person at a time may have as much access as we can manage.” Liam stood. “I would like to see him.” “Of course, your Majesty.” Doctor Ardes was a bit surprised but led the King back to the ICU area and instructed him on getting gowned up. “Mr. Walker is not contagious but we don’t want him catching anything from anyone visiting him. My apologies. “ Liam looked at her taking her hand and squeezing it. “I have no words adequate to express how much your care of my friend that gives me this chance… another chance to be there for him means Dr. Ardes. I have neglected him terribly. He was always there for me. Always.” Liam looked away for a moment taking a deep breath and finding his control. She looked at the King so vulnerable and shook her head. “Your Majesty, I know you love your friend. But he is an adult. The reasons that landed him here are complex and I’m not certain we will ever know all of them. But I am certain that you are not the cause of him being here. I’m certain you didn’t stab him with the infected object. I’m certain you haven’t been pouring bottles of liquor down his throat. I’m certain there were always nutritious meals available to him. I understand that his mother suffers from depression. It is quite possible that he shares this disorder as well, and that may well be a contributing factor in the choices he made that have him here. But he made those choices, not you.” She locked eyes with him. “I do have someone in mind that I think may be exactly the person you need to set up and oversee Mr. Walker’s rehab if you wish to do this at the palace. She’s the absolute best in the world in my opinion at rehabilitative physical therapy. I went to school with her but she is three years younger than I am because she is that brilliant. I know recently she left her position to take care of her ailing father. If you can offer her a place where she can do that as well as work with your friend, she may take it. I will give her a call and see if I can arrange a meeting if you wish.” As soon as Liam was gowned up she took him back to the corner of the ICU to one of the larger rooms where Drake lay cocooned in memory foam and blankets, the bed rails completely lined in lamb’s wool amongst a myriad of machines. Liam’s eyes were locked on his friend as tears welled. His voice broke, “Can, can I have a chair? I would like to sit with him.” Doctor Ardes studied him for a moment, “Of course.” Then she was gone. Liam walked up to the bed and rubbed the lump that he wasn’t quite sure if it was Drake’s feet or a pillow. Frustrated he started pulling at the blankets and bedding until he could slip his hand inside and find Drake’s feet. He gently rubbed his foot and waited for a chair. It was actually only a few moments before a nurse came in with a chair and rearranged some of the equipment so that the chair could be placed by the bed. Liam nodded at them. “Thank you. I would like to hold his hand. May I do that? I don’t wish to injure him, just have some contact. “It should be fine, your Majesty. I believe they put his dialysis catheters in his legs because he is on so many IV’s currently.” The nurse carefully uncovered one of Drake’s arms. There was an IV in the bend at his elbow but his hand was clear. He re-covered all but Drake’s hand. Liam took the seat, scooting it a bit closer taking Drake’s hand in both of his. He laid his head on the bed rail. “S’agapo adelfe mou.”, his voice was a broken whisper. “I’m so damn sorry. So sorry. I never meant to desert you. Neither did Giselle.” Tears fell dripping on the mask covering his nose and mouth. “Drake… I’ve been so oblivious… So damn selfish. I never should have let you sacrifice your life for me like it was my due. I was so blind. So entitled. I didn’t even think…. S’agapo. Please come back to me and I promise I will learn to set you free. You are loved more than you can imagine. All of us love you, brother. We are here for you. I’m sorry we didn’t see…. I’m sorry we weren’t there when you needed us to be.” Liam lost track of time as he sat with Drake holding his hand until Giselle’s hand on his shoulder roused him from his focus. He hadn’t noticed when she came in the room and didn’t realize she had been watching the two of them her heart breaking as she watched him willing Drake to come back to them. She leaned over next to his ear. “Love come out for a bit so Bastien and Maxwell can have a little time with him.” He squeezed Drake’s hand. Sniffed a bit. “Brother, I have to go for a little while so Max and Bastien and the other people who love you can come talk with you.” He leaned over the rail and kissed Drake on the forehead before he let Giselle lead him out of the room. Giselle led him out of the ICU and around the corner into one of the lavatories where she helped him remove the mask and gown and booties and gloves. She pulled her own mask and gloves off then wet a paper towel and pressed the coolness to his forehead and neck. Gently she patted him dry and then kissed the mark from the bed rail on his forehead and then each eye. She smoothed her fingers through his hair a little where the cap had left ridges. Then took his hands and studied him a long moment holding his hands. “How are you Li?” He shuddered sucking in his breath. “Not good, but better I think; if that makes any sense?” Giselle nodded. “Sweetheart, I know you don’t want to hear this. But we are going to have to leave for a bit I think. I know you don’t want to. But if we stay too long the press will have him on his death bed. And that wasn’t what the doctor sounded like at all. We can come back later. It’s already bad enough that they know we came back early.” Liam pulled her against him kissing the top of her head. “I love you. But damnit, Giselle… sometimes I hate when you are right.” She tilted her head up and kissed him softly. “I know. And I love you too. We’ll come back this evening.” She pulled back and looked at him frowning. “You may need an ice pack for your forehead. I think you may have bruised it on that bed rail.” When they returned to the ICU waiting room Olivia and Bastien were there and Maxwell was in with Drake. Bastien and Olivia both rose Liam motioned with his hand for them to sit. He locked eyes with Bastien, “Thank you. Thank you for being there.” He shook his head and held up his hand. “Giselle and I are going to have to go to the Palace and take care of some things. I’m hoping that Doctor Ardes will get in touch with her colleague and that we can work together so that as soon as possible Drake can be in the Palace. I know I don’t have to tell you this but I want someone here who can be with him 24/7. Call Hana. Call Kira. Hell, call Adelaide. I’ll call Leo.” He frowned toward the ICU. “I honestly am not sure how Drake will take Bianca being here when she gets here. Are you certain she’s coming?” Bastien looked pained and looked down. “I sent her tickets. I’m sorry Sir, I haven’t actually checked to see if she used them. And I haven’t tried to call her back since I thought she would be flying. Do you think she might not come?” Liam’s eyes flashed. “The woman left her nine year old son and five year old daughter after their dad had just been killed to go back home because she was upset. I think she’s capable of excusing whatever she needs to if it keeps her from being uncomfortable.” He shook his head then squared his shoulders. “Olivia, thank you for coming. We’ll be back this evening after dinner. Work with Savannah and Bertrand on what they want to tell the press. My statement is going to be that he is being treated for an infection and we ask for respect and support for the family while he recovers.” Giselle hugged Bastien and then Olivia, she whispered softly in Olivia’s ear as they hugged. “Take care of him, Liv.” Olivia blushed and nodded at Giselle. Liam paused as they exited the hospital holding up his hand for silence as the flash of a hundred cameras went off. “I know you have many questions. Here is what I can tell you at this time. My friend and Counselor Drake Walker is being treated for an infection. It is serious. And Queen Giselle and I ask for respect and your prayers and support for his family while he recovers. Thank you.” With that they turned and entered the waiting car. Liam leaned back pinching the bridge of his nose even as he held tightly to Giselle’s hand. Giselle watched the morning foot traffic as they sped by. Her heart was breaking silently. Breaking for her husband. Breaking for Drake. It was masochistic folly to ponder what ifs and she knew it. Knew it; but nothing would silence her engaged brain as she clearly replayed all the hallmarks of the alcoholic spiral that Drake had slid down before their eyes. When she was a girl she had watched her dad do the same damn thing. At least this was caught earlier. Drake was getting better care. And unlike when she was young and no one would even tell her what was wrong with her father, the doctor was being as honest as she could. Drake was younger by decades, another thing in his favor. But there was a terror in her. The doctors had been positive with her dad as well. Told her he was going to beat it. Told her they had to put the feeding tube in his stomach because he wasn’t swallowing correctly and rehab centers wouldn’t take him without one. She had fought it. Told them that her dad would give up if they did that. She knew he would see that as a sign that he was never going to get better. He had pulled the feeding tubes out and the Foley catheter out in the hospital. They had cuffed him to the bed to keep him from injuring himself further. She asked the doctors why they thought if he pulled the feeding tubes and Foley catheter out he wouldn’t pull the gastric tube out? They told her they would bandage it and he wouldn’t be able to get a grip on it. The truth was her dad didn’t want to live. When her mother died of breast cancer he was done. At twelve she couldn’t understand why she wasn’t enough for her father to want to live. Now… She looked over at Liam, now she understood. She lost her mom when she was ten and her dad when she was twelve. As she predicted her father had ripped the gastric feeding tube out. The resulting peritonitis had killed him in less than a day. She sued. They settled. She put the money in trust and never touched it. She knew her father had committed suicide. But she couldn’t forgive the pressure they put on her, the lies they told her. The first time she saw the term Wernicke-Korsakoff syndrome was on her father’s death certificate. Drake had lost his dad when he was nine and then his mother left him, his sister ran away from him, and now she knew it must have felt to him like she and Liam had left him… Her heart told her this was Drake being done.

A tear fell on her hand pulling her out of her morbid thoughts.

It would be different with Drake. It had to be. She knew that she had to find something or someone who could make him want to live.

#choices trr #trr fanfic #sometimes beginnings start with goodbye trr au fanfic

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nooowestayandgetcaught · 6 years ago

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I have my 2016 version and my 2017 version!

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MARCH

Colour (T, Padmé Amidala/Eirtaé/Rabé/Sabé/Saché/Yané, 454 words) Grace (M, Mazikeen/Original Female Character, 114 words) Between Us (T, Keith/Lance, Keith/Original Alien Characters, 2083 words) Belong (G, Lilly Moscovitz/Mia Thermopolis, 260 words) Choke (Not Rated, Jennifer/Needy, 265 words) Reach (M, Wonder Woman/The Amazons, 393 words) Spin Spin Spin (T, Keith/Shiro, 1686 words) Difficult (Not Rated, Allison Reynolds/Claire Standish, 345 words) Heat (T, Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter, Albus Severus Potter & Ginny Weasley, 847 words) Veneer (T, Silena Beauregard/Clarisse La Rue, 651 words) Make It Better (E, Lance/Pidge | Katie Holt, 1529 words) Fall (T, Jessica Jones/Patricia Walker, 274 words) The Fear (T, Lance/Shiro, 1683 words) Nightmare (Not Rated, Sakura/Clone Sakura, 159 words) Contagious (Not Rated, Ichihara Yuuko/Kunogi Himawari, 492 words) Good riddance (T, Liza/Fish Mooney, 204 words) Closer To What You Want (E, Keith/Shiro, 993 words) Goodbye (Not Rated, Earth-2 Laurel Lance/Felicity Smoak, 327 words) Scarred (G, Nyssa al Ghul/Sara Lance, 505 words) Last dance (G, Giselle/Nancy Tremaine, 716 words) Burn (Not Rated, Faith Lehane/Buffy Summers, 399 words) Steady (T, Nanase Haruka/Tachibana Makoto, 372 words) Outstretched At Our Fingertips (T, Keith/Shiro, 950 words) Monster (G, Grace Choi/Anissa Pierce, 131 words) Voodoo (Not Rated, Wanda Maximoff/Natasha Romanov, 436 words) Shine (G, Elena/Mithian/Vivian, 334 words) Intent (G, Nakoma/Pocahontas, 382 words) Camping (Not Rated, Tracy Bingham/Maddy Killian, 286 words) Grave (M, Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain, 245 words) Machine (M, Madame Red/Grell, 438 words) Destination (Not Rated, Artemis Crock/M'gann M'orzz/Zatanna Zatara, 624 words) Nowhere (T, Gwen/Morgana, 661 words) Garden (Not Rated, Lilith/Ruby, 182 words) I know (G, Helga Pataki/Arnold Shortman, 867 words) Dust (T, Alice/Alyss | Intention of the Abyss, 206 words) Dream (M, Nakano Yamato/Sakagami Kouya, 241 words) Polaris (T, Keith/Shiro, 1911 words) Destiny (T, Alucard/Integra Hellsing, 344)

APRIL

Spring (T, Riza Hawkeye/Winry Rockbell, 383 words) Sigh (G, Ana de Austria | Anne d’Autriche/Constance Bonacieux, 220 words) Fingertips (G, Elsa/Anna, 282 words) Waiting (E, Susan Snell/Carrie White, 576 words) Playboy (Not Rated, Eleven | Jane Hopper/Beverly Marsh, 375 words) Revenge (T, C.C./Euphemia li Britannia, 123 words) Burn Until You Burn Out (T, Jerome/Jeremiah, 604 words) July (T, Mila Babicheva/Sara Crispino, 274 words) Desire (E, Alana Bloom/Margot Verger, 237 words) Free (T, Clarke Griffin/Lexa, 426 words) Celebration (G, Thirteenth Doctor/Martha Jones, 470 words) Stars (G, Aurora/Mulan, 470 words) Morgue (T, Daphne Blake/Velma Dinkley, 302 words) Space (M, Princess Bubblegum/Marceline, 550 words) Whitewash (Not Rated, Frenchy/Sandy Olsson, 100 words) Alone (G, Charlotte La Bouff/Tiana, 203 words) Coma (G, Aurora/Maleficent, 87 words) Letter (E, Jesse/Ruby, 510 words) Phone call (Not Rated, Amy Pond/Amy Pond, 148 words) Music (T, Anna/Little Ballerina Girl, 255 words) Silence (M, Jyn Erso/Yalla, 268 words) Cards (T, Luna/Raven Reyes, 297 words) Emblem (Not Rated, Castiel/Dean/Sam, 462 words) Elephant (G, Beatrice/Greta, Wolfram von Bielefeld/Shibuya Yuuri, 482 words) Monopoly (T, Chloe/Mandy Lane, 81 words) Reality (G, Catherine Bennet/Georgiana Darcy, 480 words) Serenity (M, Hanamura Chigusa/Matsuoka Gou, 278 words) Bone (T, Harleen Quinzel/Tatsu Yamashiro, 288 words) Chalk dust (Not Rated, Jen/Selina Kyle, 127 words) Manuscript (Not Rated, Shae/Makenzie, 201 words) Ink (T, Jenny/Tiggs, 193 words)

MAY

Getting Shafted (E, Pidge | Katie Holt/Galran Soldiers, 1441 words) Perfection (M, Cersei Lannister/Original Female Characters, 306 words) Ring (Not Rated, Kim Possible/Shego, 658 words) Drive (Not Rated, Peggy Carter/Angie Martinelli, 203 words) Missing (T, Kali Prasad/Nancy Wheeler, 134 words) Full moon (G, Arwen Undómiel/Tauriel, 290 words) Cacothes (E, Keith/Lotor, 2045 words) New direction (Not Rated, Queen Ravenna/Snow White, 121 words) Bloody (T, Mina Murray/Lucy Westenra, 300 words) Red String (T, Ahiru | Duck/Rue, 254 words) Unexpected (E, Laurel Castillo/Michaela Pratt, 459 words) Devout (T, Acxa/Ezor, 100 words) Mischief (M, Kaiou Michiru/Tenoh Haruka, 414 words) Crash Course (T, Lance/Shiro, 1756 words) Once Lost, Now Found (E, Lance/Shiro, Lance & Red Lion, 4465 words) Fractures (G, Allura/Pidge | Katie Holt, 364 words)

JUNE

Finger (E, Barry Allen/Wally West, 162 words) A Twist Of Fate (T, Jeremiah Valeska/Bruce Wayne, 1092 words) Bad (G, Kocoum/Thomas, 324 words) Intelligence (T, Agatsuma Soubi/Aoyagi Ritsuka, 172 words) Good Times, Good Vibes (E, Hunk/Keith, 560 words) Announce (Not Rated, Laurel/Sara, 237 words) Day (E, Kylo Ren/Rey, 187 words) Reaching Out (T, Maebara Keiichi/Ryuuguu Rena, 683 words) Murder (Not Rated, Gilbert Nightray/Oz Vessalius, 109 words) No Longer Dreaming (E, Allura/Keith, 584 words) Sad (E, Ariel/Eric, 613 words) Plan (E, Dick/Damian, 130 words) Ill (G, Bellamy/Octavia, 416 words) Secret (E, Keith/Shiro, Allura/Shiro, Hunk/Shiro, Pidge | Katie Holt/Shiro, Lance/Shiro, 212 words) Double Entendre (M, Wolfgang Bogdanow/Kala Dandekar/Rajan Rasal, 686 words) Behind (T, Bolin/Mako, 276 words) Want (M, Dick Grayson/Wally West, Artemis Crock/M'gann M'orzz, 1761 words) Stranded (T, Kururugi Suzaku/Lelouch vi Britannia, 355 words) Wealthy (T, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, 347 words) Marriage (G, Twelfth Doctor/The Master/Missy, 240 words) To Love And Be Loved (T, Keith/Shiro, 708 words) Affected (T, Zuko/Aang, 250 words) Long Hours (E, Bart Allen/Tim Drake, 202 words) Worthy (T, Newt/Thomas, 637 words) Sinful (Not Rated, Ciel/Original Ciel, 107 words) Obvious (Not Rated, Jon Snow/Sansa Stark, 100 words) Show Your Colors (T, Jeremiah Valeska/Bruce Wayne, 1197 words) Caught (M, Silver St. Cloud/Bruce Wayne, 116 words) Splatter (M, Alucard/Walter Dornez, 243 words) Flight (E, Leia/Luke, 1116 words) Loving Thy Enemy (M, Jeremiah Valeska/Bruce Wayne, 670 words) Slip (G, Hiei/Kurama, 207 words) Escape (T, Spiderman/Deadpool, 178 words) Smoke and Stars (G, Pidge | Katie Holt & Shiro, 538 words) Honor (T, Gale Hawthorne/Peeta Mellark, 139 words) Ashamed (E, Haninozuka Mitsukuni/Morinozuka Takashi, 302 words) Attentive (T, Daryl Dixon/Carol Peletier, 104 words) Motivated (T, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, 267 words) Life Grows Lovely Where You Are (T, Keith/Shiro, 1664 words)

JULY

Grovel (Not Rated, Killian Jones/Peter Pan, 83 words) Swear (E, Dean/Sam, 223 words) Shoot (Not Rated, Fiona Coyne/Adam Torres, 124 words) Switch (T, Mordred/Morgana, 300 words) Promise (G, Hikaru/Kaoru, 205 words) Crawl (T, Credence Barebone/Original Percival Graves, 125 words) Hell (Not Rated, Alphonse/Edward, 60 words) Next To You (T, Allura/Lance, 1105 words) Grin (G, The Doctor's TARDIS/Rory Williams, 132 words) Hug (E, Gou/Rin, 308 words) Burned (M, Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, 194 words) Kiss (Not Rated, Wendy Darling/Peter Pan, 302 words) Over and Above (T, Hunk/Lance, 793 words) Mute (G, Albus Dumbledore/Severus Snape, 159 words) Suffocate (M, Cersei/Jaime, 79 words) Punch (T, Veronica Lodge/Reggie Mantle, 182 words) Flatline (T, Peter/Tony, 347 words) Exhile (E, Phichit Chulanont/Celestino Cialdini, 382 words) Plead (M, Aki/Shima, 1241 words) Strong (T, Toph Beifong/Sokka, 543 words) Defenseless (G, Clark Kent/Kara Zor-El, 76 words) Anywhere With You (E, Shiro/Keith, 691 words) Discover (Not Rated, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, 100 words) Action (M, Sebastian/Ciel, 298 words) Peregrinate (T, Keith/Shiro, 559 words) Sport (G, Fred/George, 25 words) Memorable (Not Rated, Merlin/Arthur Pendragon, 222 words) Die (Not Rated, Red X/Robin, 630 words) The Sorrows of Nybi and Brightcut (T, Lance/Pidge | Katie Holt, 1580 words) Missing You (M, Ion Fortuna/Kuran Kaname, 583 words) Lucky (G, Yuugi/Yami, 172 words) A Cosmos, Held Between Your Fingers (M, Lance/Romelle, 392 words) Rescue (Not Rated, Jason/Bruce, 108 words) Abort (Not Rated, Pietro/Wanda, 192 words) Possessed (T, Fakir/Mytho, 130 words) Graveyard (Not Rated, Lucille/Thomas, 100 words) So Close, No Matter How Far (T, Lance/Pidge | Katie Holt, Blaytz/Trigel (Voltron), 958 words) Trail (G, Rin/Sesshoumaru, 192 words) Walk (M, Sakuma Ryuuichi/Uesugi Tatsuha, 364 words) Cannot Be Tamed (T, Keith/Lance/Shiro, 1292 words)

#about rie #dont reblog this alright

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eclecticdivination · 6 years ago

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Hi dear, Happy new year!!! I really enjoyed the 2018 reading and kept it close to my heart. I will be really happy if I get a 2019 Love reading as well. Gisele, sun Cancer. Thanks for your kindness. :-)

Hi Gisele! Happy new year!

At the crown of your reading (guidance, higher power, important messages):

Invite your fears to tea, ask for help, risk it

What needs to let go of:

Eight of swords

You in 2019:

Healing family issues, reconciliation

What needs to be embraced in 2019:

10 of pentacles

The foundation of your reading:

The only thing that is real is love, turn on your heart light, slow down

It’s time to figure out what (or who) is holding you back. When the Invite Your Fears to Tea appears, it’s time to face what you’ve been avoiding. Invite them in. Get to know them. Get to the root of the problem, the real reason you fear letting your guard down when it comes to love. Don’t worry, this doesn’t have to be brutal. You can ease into it, but it’s important to face your fears. It’s the first step to healing. Remember that you cannot hold someone responsible for what someone else has done to you.

Great things are born from those who are brave enough to fly, whether it be love, friendship, or career. You have nothing to lose. Even if you fail or things don’t go according to plan, you will receive valuable insight. Be brave. Take a risk.

Forgive family. If not for the sake of your relationship, then do it for yourself. Dwelling on the past will stop you from moving towards a brighter future. Someone from your past is returning, but if you don’t want them to be in your life, it’s okay to say no.

The Eight of Swords is what you need to leave behind in 2018! This is a person or obligation that has been tying you down. This is also your mental state and depression. Feeling trapped and alone. Have faith in yourself and let go of what binds you. Ask for help or accept it when someone offers. There is no need to do everything yourself.

A year of abundance is within your grasp! The 10 of Pentacles is an amazing card to receive, as it signals good times, fortune, and wisdom. This is reminding you to not give up. Don’t waste this energy on the things that serve you no purpose. This new year will bring loads of chances and opportunities to turn your life around, but you need to walk away from the past, heal old wounds, and let go of what is holding you back.

The only thing that is real is love - focus on LOVE. Let go of the things that stop you from growing. Slow down, take the time to heal. When they return, ask yourself if it’s worth it? Remember that no one changes overnight. This is especially true for you. Change takes time! So give yourself time to see desired results. If you put in the effort, you will see changes sooner rather than later.

When it comes to love, you need to slow down and think. If it feels right, you know this was meant to be and you found someone who is not destructive or raises red flags, then risk it. Take a chance. But you need to look before you jump. Make sure you’re not investing your time in someone who doesn’t deserve your love and attention.

Remember, reconciliation doesn’t always mean getting back together. The purpose could be much needed closure. Listen to your intuition.

I hope this helps! 💜

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convenientalias · 7 years ago

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femslash fic recs for fanfic writers appreciation day

I see that it’s fanfic writers appreciation day so first of all shout out to my writing friends out there, you know who you are and I love you, and second, since I’ve been kind of busy today and don’t really have time to go spreading comments and love, I think I’ll make a recs list I’ve been planning on making for a while. It’s not fandom specific, and doesn’t include nearly anything by people I know, sorry. This is just gonna be a list of my favorite femslash fics. Let’s go!

(note: this list is basically composed of my AO3 bookmarks at this point, so it’s not super methodical but it is still good i swear.)

Avatar: The Last Airbender

like a fly will never love you --Mai/Azula/Ty Lee

On the Nature of Choice--Tyzula

kizunanashi--Tyzula, background Suki/Ty Lee

Life in a Circle--Tyzula, side Suki/Ty Lee

Fire Nation Farewell--Tyzula, Azula/OFC

Disney

i’ll eat you up, i love you so--Maleficent/Aurora

Gracious--Maleficent/Giselle

Comets Burn For Their Own Light--Wendy Darling/Tiger Lily

Dollhouse

coughed up my heart in the last stall--Caroline/Bennett

Greek Mythology

Hear the Little Songs That Echoed Through My Soul--Cassandra/Helen

Hamilton

if we all die young then we don’t get hurt--Marliza

Like a painting--Marliza

Heathers

The Big Night--Veronica Sawyer/Heather Chandler

How to Get Away With Murder

She’s Nothing--Lila/Rebecca

Reputation--Lila/Rebecca

Hunger Games

Choice and Freedom--Johanna/Katniss

Marco Polo

Respect--Chabi/Mei Lin

A Fall From Grace--Jing Fei/Mei Lin

I Own You Now--Chabi/Mei Lin

Naruto

And Time Again--Temari/Tenten

In Another Life--Shizune/Tsunade

want to fall, fall so far--Sakura/Hinata

Original Work

In Like a Lion--Painter who is bad at painting lions/Lion shapeshifter

Come to Me By Moonlight--Regency Lady/Mysterious Bandit

Like the Knight Loves the Queen--Mob boss/her advisor

Twelfth Night

Really Awkward Adulterous Lesbian Sex is Still Better Than No Sex At All--Olivia/Viola

Go read some fics! Maybe you aren’t in all the fandoms, but hey, there was original fic on this list, so you could probably read at least one! anyways they’re all excellent and i love them, convenientalias out.

#femslash #fic recs

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suggestionsofthecaribbean · 7 years ago

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The Pearl: Elizabeth and James

Elizabeth grows tired of punishing her dog; she misses him too much. They reconcile.

CW: There is some discussion of James’ alcoholism, especially towards the beginning of the post.

Featuring: @norringtonsuggestions and @lizzyswann-turnersuggestions.

Shortly after arriving at the mouth of the river, they had been wracked by such an awful heatwave that not a single person on board the ship was able to maintain any physical display of impressiveness that entailed layers, and so Barbossa’s wig and Elizabeth’s hat and jacket vanished. His hair looked the worse for it, and hers rather the better, humidity making it a golden blonde cloud kept in place with a frizzy braid across her forehead. There seemed to be no point in posturing that she was not a female, and so the jumps and the chemise vanished too. Elizabeth had little enough cleavage to need modesty, and if any man held it against her - or wanted to - it was too hot for any of them to care.

If Barbossa, who had leered at her more than once in their past acquaintance and around whom she had never fully grown comfortable, noticed the sight of Elizabeth’s bosom, it must have been in the moments she blinked, which, small thing though it may have seemed, went a long way towards gaining her trust, and once he had said his piece on her boytoy their conversation had come easy. In spite of the last couple of years of her life and the company in which she’d spent them, she had never just had someone tell her pirate stories. He, for his part, disguised the enthusiasm he had for telling such a captive audience - moreso than when she had been his actual captive by far - rather poorly.

One thing was certain - if Barbossa had been careless enough the last time he’d captained this ship to be caught by the Dauntless, it would have hit the ocean floor long before Tripoli. She listened to his tales with all the folded up postures of rapt attention - or, if they were on the deck and she had to compose herself, with expressively wide eyes inside an otherwise carefully guarded face - and thanked the stars that the Interceptor had been, after all, less than the fastest ship on the Caribbean ocean. She doubted James Norrington realized what he had been saved from in Barbossa’s evading him - and earnestly hoped in their time together he never personally had cause to learn it.

Occasionally she stood on deck near enough Captain Norrington to notice the heat had affected his state of dress also, but she could not appreciate it. It seemed that three different crews waited with one held breath to see when she would play with her lapdog again. But mistress and dog greeted each other only once in three days, if it could have been called that. He was unwilling to speak to her without being spoken to; she met his eyes, nodded, and looked clearly away, in front of enough people for her to know she must have humiliated him. To his credit, as she walked away she heard him redouble his efforts to teach the younger of his crew knot-tying, with no aggression or impatience in spite of what he must have been feeling. She loved him better than she ever had for that, and wished she were among them. She recalled a curious mixture of memories - James Norrington at eighteen teaching her a bit of knot-tying upon being pressured to do so, when she was only 13, tolerating her presence remarkably well and earning the affection of both father and daughter; James Norrington of barely two weeks past, arriving to their hotel room in Tortuga, the day Jack Sparrow had died, dressed in pirate finery for the first time and enveloping her comfortingly in his cloak, kissing her on the forehead. Somehow she had gotten swept up in something with James that turned all of her real plans for her life into ashes, and now she couldn’t even be with him.

Long past evening and well into the night of their third day apart, Elizabeth bid adieu to Captain Barbossa and the only Jack among the living and returned to her cabin, which was, after all, only the same cabin she’d been in on her last “little visit”. Sleep did not come to her there, and she knew why not. Though she had entertained the thought of avoiding James until they came ashore at Tia Dalma’s, for his sake nearly as much as her own, the thought of him relapsing - and forcing her to do something about it - if she continued to avoid him was starting to make her feel an uneasiness in her stomach that threatening to turn into vomit.

The moon was an eerie sliver in the sky when she went down into the ship to knock on his cabin door. When it opened she stepped in, shut it behind her and embraced him tightly - quickly, needily, shutting her eyes and not letting go.

“Elizabeth-” It came out in a short gasp, equally surprised and relieved, and more than a little abashed. It was only a little cooler in the cabin, and lit only by a pair of lanterns- one provided, and one clearly moved down from another part of the ship- and what little light came in from his half of the lower windows at the stern, but James was rather more layered than he had been, and not expecting company.

With some confusion, he put his arms around her and gave himself a moment to let it settle in that she was here after all.

“I’m sorry,” she got out, without moving an inch, opening her eyes or relinquishing her hold. “I couldn’t stay away any longer-”

“It’s all right,” he said quickly. “I’m only glad that it’s over-”

“I don’t know if it can be over, but I had to see you -”

“I’m sorry for your timing,” he said awkwardly. “I know this does not speak well of me-”

Elizabeth froze, pulled away from him with a sinking sensation in her stomach, looked anxiously through the rest of the room, and then, surprisingly, kissed him deeply - then just as abruptly pulled out of the kiss.

She had been tasting him, to see that he had not meant drinking.

“- what on earth are you on about?”

James gestured vaguely at the open chest pulled out from under the suspended cot. There were clothes hanging out of it and stacked on the cot- more of the finery Giselle had purloined for his sake. He was wearing some of it, too. Elizabeth had interrupted him in the process of trying to see if some of the more sober items fit him well enough to bring on the next leg of their voyage. Even so, he was all too aware that there was no good excuse for the dark wig he had also decided to try on, even if he had undone the elaborate buckles, so that they fell in wavy clusters before his ears to the sides of his- presently, somewhat unshaven- face.

“I’m sorry- I know this is… shameless, when there are so many working on deck-”

“James, everyone else is asleep,” she said with a trace amount of irritation.

“From what you said I thought you were drinking - this, this is nothing. Jesus! Don’t scare me like that.”

She pulled the wig off his head and threw it bodily at the bed. James looked from where it had landed to her.

“I’ll take that as a no, then,” he said dryly.

“Trying to flatter Captain Barbossa by aping him, were you?”

“Trying to flatter you, by presenting myself more as I had the first round in Tortuga, as it would seem you liked it,” James retorted.

“I didn’t care for that part of it,” she said, resting her hand argumentatively on her hip; then, after a moment of crossness, broke into a smile and hugged him again.

“I was beginning to wonder if you might ever speak to me again,” he said, even as he hugged back.

She was reluctant to release him, or to bring this up - but the longer they held each other, the more it nagged at her, until she gently pulled away to look him in the eye. “James, don’t you know what you did?”

“I know damned well what I did,” he said as he began pulling off his coat. “And frankly, I would rather have been flogged than live with three days of your pointed disdain-”

“First of all, I couldn’t- I couldn’t do that to you. Second of all - it’s clear you have no idea what you did. So the Pirate King jeopardizes her standing with the other Pirate Lords for the sake of some useless pretty boy with a drinking problem, flogs him, and then dotes on him until his wounds are better - that seems like a better plan to you?”

“I never asked you to dote on my wounds! I’ve been flogged before- I can live with that-”

“As if I wouldn’t see you as soon as I could, after doing something like that,” said Elizabeth, with a faint echo of her earlier sneer.

“That,” he said, jabbing an index finger in the air toward her midway through pulling off the weskit, “is your affair, not mine.”

“No, James. This whole thing is my affair. You risked my reputation and your life for a hangover and a bloodshot eye-”

“I know that! Why do you think I’ve watered down my whole supply-”

Something else had occurred to her, and she started speaking as soon as it did, without waiting for him to stop. “My reputation and my life - James! James, listen to me. The last person Captain Barbossa didn’t like serving under was stranded on an island you could traverse in ten minutes, with one shot in his pistol. You’ve held that pistol, you’ve seen that island. But you wouldn’t be coming to get me this time, would you? You would be long since thrown overboard. Or traded to Cutler Beckett for him to have his fun with you before throwing you to your precious firing squad.”

“I know that- do you think I don’t know that? Elizabeth-” He put his hands on her shoulders, an uncharacteristically wild look in his eyes.

“Elizabeth. I was drunk in the hurricane. All right? I know the risks, I know the costs-”

She looked momentarily shocked, even horrified.

“When the boy went overboard- I needed something to make me move again, to end the paralysis and the taunting and the sound of the Admiral’s voice in my head. So I asked for a bottle. All right? I know this.”

“Can you even stop?” she whispered.

“I’m trying,” he said. “I- I don’t know.”

He shook his head, a little helplessly.

“I don’t know. I’m trying, but I don’t know-”

“James! If you continue to be a liability-- Captain Barbossa as much as said I’d be better off--”

She couldn’t get the words out, but she didn’t have to finish for James to get the picture. He nodded, without looking at her.

“Noted,” he muttered.

“I can’t do that,” she said, and her voice broke, startling him. James put his arms around her again and pulled her close.

“I’m trying,” he repeated. “I wish I could promise, but- I’m trying.”

“My fate is tied to yours- because I’m going on the line for you, and I’ll do it again if I have to,” she said numbly.

Elizabeth turned her face into his shoulder and let out a quiet sob. “I can’t lose you too.”

“I’ll… I shall endeavor to do my best,” he said, staring into the distance above her head. “You have my permission to stop me, of course-”

“I don’t need your permission,” she said with a tiny snort - an attempt at humor.

“I’m serious,” he said.

“So am I. I shall kill you if you try.” She turned her head again so that she could press a gentle kiss against the side of his neck.

“Thank God, some sense around here at last.”

“Oh, you should speak with Captain Barbossa, if you call that sense,” she murmured.

“I wasn’t drunk when my men routed his,” he said, with a laugh that died as quickly as it had arrived. The men who had survived that incident, save Gillette and Groves, had long since become food for the sharks off Tripoli.

“He claims not to remember you from that - he says all you naval officers are indistinguishable - though he might genuinely not. He died that night. I suppose it’s gone rather fuzzy and indistinct for him.”

Elizabeth stepped back to wipe at her face, radiating exhaustion, then embraced him again.

“Here- come sit,” he said, gesturing at the rather laden cot. “You need not be the Pirate King in here.”

“Only if you sit with me,” she said, without budging.

He had to move a few things aside and then steady the bed against the wall of the ship in order to sit on it, but his weight held it still for Elizabeth to join him. He put the wig aside rather more carefully to clear room for her and then patted the empty space. She climbed onto it and then onto him, curling up limply. James gave her an affectionate kiss on the forehead, leaning on the rope suspending the cot with one shoulder.

“To tell you the truth, I admire you,” he admitted. “My feelings on your disdain aside, that was remarkably consistent.”

“It only lasted three days,” she said, laughing weakly. “Unless I leave here without witnesses, then I suppose it can go on a little longer.”

James grimaced at this despite himself.

“If you suppose that will help-“

“There was one man I would have gone to for advice on this, but I couldn’t exactly do that, now, could I?” she asked, with a flash of temper.

“You could have messaged me! I know how this works-“

“It wasn’t supposed to be a game! You had to have some punishment - publicly and privately. You still don’t seem to realize how much you risked - You’ve hunted pirates all your life and you still don’t know how this works, do you?”

“I know exactly how this works- I could have advised you without thinking- ugh, never mind.”

“And what would you have said? Oh, just whip me. And then thereafter have Barbossa watching us and privately forming his opinions on how willing I am to forgive and forget.”

“The very fact that he’s on this expedition for Sparrow speaks- I hesitate to say to compliment him, but I will grant him a degree of amenability I will confess I would not have previously attributed to a man of his reputation,” James said, in an even, somewhat pensive tone, as this assessment was taking root in his brain even as he spoke. “There is, perhaps, a greater honor among thieves than I once believed.”

She poked him in the ribs. “You’re here too, James. Shall I say there is honor among traitors, too?”

“Indeed.”

He said this, however, with a dark finality. Every so often, it caught up to James that no matter how he liked to think of himself, he was by now so thoroughly steeped in treachery and criminal activity that there really was no getting out of it this time. Not that there ever had been; Beckett may have readily set him down amidst various young luminaries plucked from the Navy, but the armada’s ranks had been fattened out with desperate men eager to wipe various stains off of their records. James was merely the only one whose sins could be considered infamy rather than petty ignominy.

Sitting here in the dark with Elizabeth, reflecting on the poor account he had given of himself over the past few weeks, he felt ridiculous and unfinished and exposed once again. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. It encountered the rough beginning of a beard, and in agitation he moved it to the back of his neck instead, wondering, not for the first time, how quickly hair grew.

“If it’s of even the slightest consolation,” he said, after a long silence, “I have fiercely wanted a drink these past few days. I’ve abstained, of course, even through the tremors and the fever.”

“Would I could have been there to comfort you through those,” she whispered in the dim lighting.

He held up his free hand. It appeared to be flickering in the lantern light.

“It would appear you’ve made it in time.”

She kissed him on the neck again. James made a soft sound of relief as his hand found the back of her own neck instead, and with it her ravaged hair, softened by the humidity.

“I missed you so much,” she sighed.

“Am I in a probationary period at last?” he asked. “Or is this only a small assignation?”

“If you are obsequious enough to persuade Barbossa I actually care about your transgressions…”

“What kind of obsequiousness are you asking of me,” James asked, sounding- frankly- exhausted at the prospect alone.

“I thought you ‘knew how this works’.”

“I know very well how I am to behave in the presence of a superior,” he said, and he tapped the tip of her nose teasingly to make his point. “But to my understanding, Barbossa and I are peers under your command-“

“By my grace only, and if your - indecency topples my command, you will be at his mercy, insofar as he has any.”

“How fortunate,” said James. He was sweating now, more from the still-lingering drink in his system than from the weather or nerves, and he at last released the back of his own neck to wipe at not only his mouth, but his temples. It was just as well that she had pulled the wig from his head, he supposed; the buckles he had let down in imitation of his own hair would be quite damp and losing their wave by now.

“James, this is not a small matter. I’ve risked everything for you. Because I love you. Because I trust you.”

“I know,” he said. “Trust me in that-“

“I need to be able to trust you in more than your understanding, James.”

She sat up and looked at him fiercely. James looked back at her steadily, if blearily. His sclerae had gone back to their usual white, except for the deep red splash still edging up against the dark of his left iris.

“Elizabeth,” he said, “I’m trying.”

“I wish trying were enough-” she said, biting her lip, cutting herself off.

“There have been times I can’t even recall giving in and picking up the bottle,” he muttered. “And this place is as bad for trying to avoid it as Tortuga. These people seem to consider leaning on rum an amusing foible of the profession.”

“James. There’s nothing I can do but entreat you. My life is in your hands, James.”

“And there’s nothing I can say save that I am trying,” he repeated, striking his own thigh in frustration. “For God’s sake, Elizabeth- no one would hesitate to shoot a rabid dog. I’m sure it would scarcely be held against you to shoot a drunken one-“

“Is that what you’re asking me to do?” she asked in a low voice. “Give all hope up, wait for you to drink and then shoot you?”

“I am trying to avoid that,” he said, in a tone of such suppressed, despairing fury that his voice came from between jaws as locked as those of the rabid dog to which he had just compared himself.

“You know there was another solution to this whole thing,” she said. “If you were not so -” She struck him in the chest now in anger, punctuating her remarks - “so stubborn, and so prideful, that you insisted on proving yourself now -”

“And seen another seventy-five men hanged for my actions?” he retorted.

“They could have come too!”

“And how, pray, were we to get to you without a ship, and with this all but undefended-“

James seized Elizabeth’s hand and brought it to his chest. There was something rather large suspended from a strip of leather tied around his neck, disappearing under his untied shirt. Under her palm, it was the size of a large fist, throbbing evenly. Elizabeth shuddered and pulled her hand away.

“We could have found some solution, but in Tortuga you insisted that you be a captain of your own ship, and prove your merits. That’s all your vanity, James. Otherwise you could have been safe aboard the Empress, with me, and whatever inconvenience your sickness might have been in private, it would do me little damage to have a kept man with a drinking problem. Well, you have proven yourself a drunk, how’s that working out for you?”

“No worse than I already knew myself to be,” James said, adjusting the heart beneath his shirt as though it were somehow out of order. “I have very little left but vanity-“

He made an irritated, jerky motion at the clothes half-pulled from the chest and draped over the cot, finishing with a frustrated point at the wig before he crossed one arm over himself to hold the elbow of his other arm. He leaned his forehead into his raised hand, rubbing his temple with his thumb, and then exhaled sharply, throwing that raised arm down against his thigh again.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I have spoken out of my line.”

Elizabeth debated staying angry at him, at getting up and leaving - at redoubling her efforts to make him feel ostracized and alone until he understood how severely he had shaken her authority and taught her to fear for his life. But she had come here because she missed him, and there was no worse way to miss someone than to lie beside them and still feel as though they were not there.

“What can I do to help you?” she insisted, touching him on the cheek. “For my sake and yours. Let me try, too.”

“You might start by showing the rest of the crew equal censure for their own drunkenness, obvious or not,” he said. He hated the petulance in this request, but the general atmosphere of nigh-constant, joyous rum-sloshing had done his sense of stability no favors since he and the attachès of his crew had joined Barbossa and Elizabeth’s own contingencies.”It’s a nightmare to force oneself dry while one’s companions treat being rum-addled as a personality trait.”

“I cannot order the men of the Pearl to do anything without garnering extreme resentment, but it will be addressed. Though for your part - you know it’s not simply drinking that you were punished for. If you could better limit yourself - I know you can’t, but if you could, we would not be having this conversation.”

“I have never seen Barbossa partake,” he commented. “Perhaps if it could be passed off as the enforcement of his own standards-“

“He won’t like you putting words into his mouth,” she warned.

James closed his eyes. “I know, I know. I meant to suggest we might ask his assistance.”

“I don’t think you understand how unreasonable he is, on some level. He’ll want to be more than asked.”

“Lovely,” James muttered. “God’s teeth, I must look dreadful right now. I apologize.”

“You could not look better,” Elizabeth murmured, and smiled for the first time in several minutes, kissing him.

“Mm- pardon my doubts, but I know how you enjoy flattering me, and I am certain I’ll look better in the morning-“

He was laughing, though, and returned her kiss with one of his own.

“After your long absence,” she said, rolling her eyes affectionately. “Perhaps we should do this again. It has characterized most of our relationship, has it not?”

“Please don’t joke about that,” he sighed. “I already feared I had lost you as a lover, if not as a companion.”

“On the contrary,” she said, brushing her hand over his hair, leaning on his shoulder to look him in the eye. “I wanted you more than ever. I let my frustration with you fuel my contempt on deck.”

“Be that as it may, the whole experience left a rotten taste in my mouth quite separate from the vomit,” James said stiffly.

“You earned it,” she reminded him, a little too firmly.

“That does not mean I’ve any desire to repeat it simply to make the heart grow fonder.”

“Jokes, sir. It’s just jokes.”

He tried very hard to glare her down, but it was useless after that. James covered his mouth and looked away from her, shoulders shaking with barely suppressed, thoroughly worn-out laughter.

“All right, I’m sorry-“

“Thoroughly sorry?” she asked, caressing his cheek with a smirk. “Or shall I bend you over something after all?”

“I think if my head drops below my waist, I shall be sick,” he said, in as dry a tone as he could manage.

“Up against the wall, is it, then?”

“Good lord-“

“Just a quick swat or two,” she kept teasing him. “Be sure you’ve really learned your place.”

“With what-“

“Palm of my hand again, why?” She leaned in and spoke softly against his ear. “Prefer Barbossa’s cat-o’-nine-tails?”

James made a face. “Elizabeth-“

“I mean, we could do other things with you against a wall, James,” she said, settling in against him against, nuzzling his throat. “Though I’d rather not, as a punishment.”

“Elizabeth- Elizabeth, be careful, I could scratch you-“

“What, with this? I rather like it,” she said, voice low. She punctuated that with a kiss, and then another.

“Perhaps when I’ve enough hair to not look as though I’ve had a bout of fever-“

“Sickness becomes you. The appearance of it, anyway.”

“Is it the blood in my eye or the remnant of my hair that pleases you?” he said, though not so harshly as to accuse her of anything indecent.

“Let me have a closer look at your eye-“

There was no way to position himself for this that wasn’t extremely awkward, but he tried anyway.

“Mm. It’s both.” She burst into laughter.

“Elizabeth,” he sighed, exasperated.

She kissed him on his face very near the eyes, enough to bid him close them so that she could kiss him on the eyelids, as she had the night she’d blindfolded him in order to let him enjoy her.

“I love how you make me laugh,” she whispered, when the room had grown quite silent, but for the creaking of the bed and the boat itself.

“That’s a surprise. I never thought of that as one of my stronger qualities,” he said, without opening his eyes.

“Neither did I,” she whispered with unkind glee, her nose touching his.

“It’s good to know I can please you on multiple levels,” he said softly, opening his eyes again to look at her.

“Good Lord, James-” she exclaimed, then burst into laughter again. Elizabeth was not so loud as to wake anyone, but anyone who was awake and near enough might have gleaned her presence - and her mood - in snatches of sound. Still, within James’ small cabin she endeavored to keep her voice down. It lended a sultriness to things which were not intended to be sultry. “I did not come here for that, you know.”

“For what?” he said, lifting his eyebrows.

“Pleasure- at least on that level-”

“The level you assume I was speaking of, you mean.”

“I assume you alluded to it,” she laughed. “And have a very low opinion of my capacity for other satisfaction-”

“I meant only that I am gratified to be reminded that you are not put off by my… increasing inclinations toward slovenliness, shall we say.”

“You have a strange notion of slovenliness,” she said fondly.

“Elizabeth,” he said, a little more firmly, “if this is how you want me, you need only to say so. It would be less troublesome for me to think on if so-”

“Very well,” she said, rubbing his newly rough chin. “I think you should keep it.”

He smiled, as though waiting for her to clarify or add some kind of qualification. When none came, he laughed, a little startled but pleased all the same.

“I shall keep that in mind,” he said. “And on that note- excuse me- “

He cleared his throat, already preemptively embarrassed by the question he was going to ask.

“What of my hair? I know you said you find it suitable, but even so- I find it easier to consider spoken plainly, as foolish as that may sound. Spending most of one’s life in uniform gives one a rather skewed perception of these matters, and I am beginning to fear I’ve no taste at all.”

“I did prefer it a bit longer,” she admitted, “insofar as I can say I have any preference now that the accursed Navy wig is gone. But I don’t mind it like this,” she said, fluffing it and running her fingers through its short length with determined gentleness. “Besides, I suspect I am going to pull on it when it grows out.”

Her own hair was spilling over her shoulder and falling onto his chest as she leaned over him. He leaned back on one hand to give her more room as he kissed her.

“Pulling on it,” he repeated. “Well. We’ll see.”

“You’d take a lot of punishment from me, I expect,” she said, leaning in to kiss him, and then not doing it. She smiled, lips brushing his. “Mm. Wouldn’t you, James? Haven’t you done so already?”

“I never agreed to having my hair pulled on,” he teased, just before claiming a kiss in spite of her. She gave it to him willingly, pushing him backward - slowly, very surely backward. Within a precious few seconds, he was on his back, with her on his chest and her hair spilling toward his beaming face. Elizabeth slid fully into his lap, setting his bed to swaying a little. She held onto him and suppressed more laughter as well as she could, waiting for it to settle.

“This is why they make one wait until post-captain to bring a wife to sea,” he commented. “And why those given to out and out sodomy seemed to prefer it standing-”

“You’re still invited to do that, if you like -”

“Mm- I think not.”

“Might enjoy that more than simply kissing on a hammock-” she joked, brushing noses again.

“First of all,” he began, “doubtful. Second of all, you haven’t got the necessary equipage-”

“Mmmmm, poking holes in all of my fun,” she sighed, kissing him once more. “When I ought to be poking yours-”

“Elizabeth-”

“I know how much you love wordplay,” she said shamelessly, kissing him quiet.

He made a small sound of unoffended protest, but no more than that. It was enough to have her here again, and he showed her his gratitude through the warmth of his kiss.

She kissed him back a long time, as unendingly as possible. Eventually, she broke apart from him only to complain of something. “....these hammocks are very inconvenient for two.”

“It’s a cot,” he pointed out, “and it’s not exactly designed for two to begin with.”

“If you weren’t a drunk, we could be in my bed now,” she said, grumpily.

“That, madam, is entirely up to your discretion-”

“There are things in which Captain Barbossa does not need to be right. His assumption that you are most probably useless but for that thing between your legs is chief among them. I don’t think we should risk giving him a particularly unflattering view of our relationship until you’ve been dry a while. Or done something very brave, either way.”

James rolled his eyes.

“I see.”

“Unflattering to me, I mean.”

“Oh, but of course. Certainly no great reflection on a useless pretty boy with a drinking problem.”

She snorted in spite of herself. “You’re my mistress, James.”

He opened his mouth to object, and then abruptly shut it and looked away.

“It’s good enough a title for a great many women. I don’t think it should grieve you to own it yourself.”

“There has got to be a masculine counterpart with which one may work.”

“You know what the masculine form of ‘mistress’ is, James?” she said flatly.

He lifted his eyebrows, daring her.

“Let us just have it that I am your mistress - and you are mine.”

“Very well,” he sighed, laughing as he pulled her down for another kiss. She accepted this happily, rocking cot or no.

The cot swung and knocked against the wall. James startled and looked toward the hull, but on realizing what had happened, he let out another quiet half-laugh.

“We would wake up the ship if we tried anything.”

Elizabeth was quiet for a moment - quiet and sly. “...do you want to see if we can make it to my room without being seen?”

“Do you think that’s wise?” James asked dubiously.

“No, but where’s the joy in life without a little risk?”

“We’re not staring down an enemy fleet, Elizabeth- I’m not sure now’s the time to get overconfident-”

“James,” she said, quietly, urgently. “I’ve been here three days without you. I don’t think I can stand another.”

“I still don’t have a quondam-”

“You let me touch you without one before-”

“I know, but if you’re heard-”

“So we’ll find another strip of fabric and tie it around your mouth this time-”

“Oh, my God.”

She touched his lips with her fingertip, contemplating the sight of it.

“Elizabeth- I’d rather not-”

“Suit yourself,” she said, in a manner of disappointment.

“Not gagged about the mouth, at any rate,” he clarified.

“Well, with what I intended, you are the one who would need it,” she said smugly, rubbing his waist and then bursting into laughter, smothering it in his shoulder as quickly as she could.

“Greedy,” he chided her. “I was thinking I might make good use of my mouth, if allowed.”

Elizabeth stiffened in surprise, stretching out beside him and making a friendly attempt at nonchalance.

“O-oh? How’s that?”

James hesitated as he tried to figure out the least vulgar way to explain this and found himself short on ideas.

“Well, you know. Parting… you… with my…”

Vulgarity won. James brought his hand near his mouth. While looking straight at her, he just barely parted his index and middle fingers and licked between them. It was easier than saying it.

Elizabeth took a full moment of silence to process that before she burst into laughter, smothering it with both hands over her face.

“So… there you have it. That’s assuming, of course, the beard doesn’t give you any trouble-“

“Ooh, my God, James,” she said, still slightly muffled, before hitting him in the arm and laying back against him boisterously enough to set the cot swinging again. “That’s - that’s filthy -”

“No moreso than you sucking on mine would be!” he protested, with genuine offense.

“Which I haven’t done!” Elizabeth gasped. “Is that - is that the meaning of Giselle’s - mouth-tongue-eggplant emojis-”

“Yes-“ said James, rather desperately.

“Do you - is that done often?”

“I mean- I suppose? Relatively?”

(His voice has risen in pitch again.)

“Is it enjoyed?”

“It’s… not unpleasant-” James began cautiously.

“Do you want me to?”

“Let me have at you first, if you’d like,” he said, pressing his hand over hers. “The approaches are… different, but it’s less pressure for myself.”

“Pressure how? Surely as the virgin between us, the pressure is greater for me-”

“Less pressure for me to... perform it, shall we say,” James said, with a little ‘and there you have it’ sort of hand gesture.

Elizabeth lay stunned and silent beside him for a while longer, rubbing her thumb along his as she thought.

“Do you… do you want to go back to my cabin? I’m sure there is some way to frame this as the natural progression of your being punished-”

“As long as you’re not planning on flogging me now,” he said dryly.

“Not what you’re into, eh, James?” she asked with an audible smirk, leaning in to press her face against his throat again.

“It would be rather difficult to be, after the Navy,” he said, burying his hand- and the lower part of his face- in her hair. “I suppose some gentlemen probably develop a taste for it, but I don’t see the appeal.”

“What if I used for my whip something that barely even tickles,” asked Elizabeth, now out of plain curiosity. “I don’t care for the idea,” said James, with declarative formality.

“Pity.” Elizabeth let that hang in the air before she continued. “No, I was thinking more along the lines of you making it up to me. You cannot prove yourself in battle, but you can... ingratiate yourself…”

“I see,” said James, mostly because it seemed vastly more confident than telling her to go on.

“You open the door and tell me if anyone is there, and I leave when no one is there, and return to my cabin,” she said, as though declaring a battle plan. “Then, after a bit… you… follow me up…”

“...I see,” he said again.

He lifted his head enough to look at her, brow furrowed with concern.

“If you would like- if it’s- if I’m worth the risk,” he said, taking her hand in his and clasping it between both of them.

“Well, I don’t mind defending our cautiously renewed congeniality by saying you made a strenuous effort to assure me of the sincerity of your apology,” she said delicately. “If you are comfortable with that description, of course.”

“Right.” Of course there was a catch. James laughed wearily.

“Does it bother you?” she asked, in real concern.

“No,” he said. “I’m merely growing accustomed.”

He smiled at her to assure her of his sincerity.

“James, if it does bother you…”

“It’s a matter of accustomization,” James said carefully. “I don’t mind granting you your enjoyment, but this is still a rather solemn reminder of everything I have walked away from. I carry no regret for having chosen the side I did, but it often feels as though I am still looking on my old life through a windowpane. I can see it, I can hear it, but I cannot touch it.”

Elizabeth did not know what to say, leaning up on his shoulder again to look down at him nonetheless. She laid her hand over his cheek again and rubbed her thumb along his cheekbone. “You can touch me,” she said softly. “If that is any consolation.”

James closed his eyes.

“I know,” he said. “But you have become so magnificent, Elizabeth, that I hardly know what I am to do in your shadow.”

“Let’s focus on getting you sober before we plan on making you great,” she said with a sincere smile.

“I wanted you to find me great tomorrow,” he said, with a loose gesture around at the half-sorted clothing Giselle had scrounged up, including the wig.

“Greatness is not about appearance, James,” she said, snorting, “no matter what your time in the Navy may have taught you. And to be frank, I will like you better half-dressed than I like you dressed up for the rest of my life, so stop bothering.”

“It’s an easy way to make one’s mind ready to take it on,” James retorted. Elizabeth shrugged.

“True enough.”

“I thought you might agree with that point.”

“I do.” She smiled crookedly. “I love to look great.”

“It comes to you very easily, after all,” James said, his tone a tired drawl but his hand stroking along the edge of her jaw admiringly.

“And by that you mean that on the whole women look better and have more to work with than men,” she laughed, kissing the palm of his hand.

“That doesn’t hurt the assessment,” he agreed, his mood lifted at least a little by her kiss. “To be fair, most women seem to be better at knowing where to leave off their cosmetics as well-”

“We just need fewer of them,” she said amiably. “I think on the whole women are naturally more pleasing to look at. Only a very small number of men have naturally handsome faces - you are one of them, fortunately.”

“I try,” he said, in the flattest voice he could manage while still smiling as much as he was.

“Nothing on Jane Redding, of course,” she mused.

“Be that as it may, that woman is worse around a bottle than I am-”

“I noticed,” said Elizabeth in a sultry tone of voice, meeting his eyes meaningfully.

James’s eyes widened, and then scrunched in a frown.

“...ah, yes,” he said. “I’d forgotten about that.”

He sat up a little, sending the cot swinging again.

“What was it that you two did, given the… ah. Lessons I’ve been needing to impart-”

Elizabeth flushed. “We didn’t - not like that, anyway. We did… hmm. It was….”

She wasn’t sure how to say it, and on this cot she certainly couldn’t show him.

“She asked me what I do with you, and I - I said -” She attempted to meet his eyes, then quickly looked down. “Well, I told her what I was going to do with her. And I couldn’t take it back after. I mean. You know this King thing, I have to be consistent, right? I can’t suddenly behave like I’m in over my head. It’s all got to seem on purpose. But most of the swagger is just me bluffing. I am in over my head.” Elizabeth brought her hand to her face, moderately shielding herself from his gaze. “We…. kissed.” She squeezed her eyes shut, now thoroughly embarrassed. “We kissed a lot. And I… I touched her a bit -”

James was undergoing a bit of a face journey. By the end of it, he was frowning- not angrily, but thoughtfully, a little distantly.

“I see.”

“Here,” she gestured - on herself, not on him. It was a slow gesture - she brought her hands from her face down to her neck without opening her eyes, cupped her bosom, and finally guided them down over her hips. James stared at her, following the movements of her hands with rapt, nearly scientific attention.

“...I didn’t know women did that,” he said softly.

“My friendships have run towards flirtation, and... other things,” she confessed, finally opening her eyes to lay herself alongside him, more gingerly than before, still blushing from head to toe; “but until I did it, I did not know it either.”

“Well- it’s to be expected in... close quarters,” he said, and he cleared his throat.

Elizabeth glanced upward at him with a sharp look. “James, I take little pride in it. I’m not ashamed it was another woman, only of how poorly I handled it.”

“It’s- forgive me. I meant only quite literally that I did not know… women… did that,” he said, a little more emphatically.

“You can just say ‘same’ or something. You’ve already told me.”

“I know,” he said. “I just… had convinced myself it was less of a common experience, and certainly not one shared by a woman of your situation.”

He cleared his throat again.

“...I imagine it must happen quite often with nuns, though-”

“....it happens with far less provocation than that,” said Elizabeth delicately, avoiding looking at him again. “You know, just…. Playing out courtship and things of that - that nature. And sometimes girls share beds, you know-”

“-because no one thinks it will happen,” said James, with the distant look of a man who has made a sudden and unexpected discovery.

“Honestly? We’re told all our lives to prepare ourselves for marriage,” said Elizabeth, at last able to peek at him, relieved to see he was not looking at her. “But we are given very little idea of what that will entail. We’re bound to think about it quite a lot.”

“Did you and Amelia ever…”

His voice trailed off. This was not a conversation he expected to be having, least of all with Elizabeth.

Elizabeth flushed again. She had not thought about any of it that way before now, not even after everything with Jenny. “It came up-”

“Right,” he said, nodding.

James was silent for a long moment.

“Theo asked me,” he said.

He smiled tightly, and then looked toward the floor again.

“Then you know it doesn’t mean anything-”

“I know,” he said, “though I turned him down all the same. It was Theo, after all.”

“What do you mean? Doesn’t that make it easier?”

“Not if you’ve got to look at him on the same posts every day for the next several months!”

“That doesn’t…. Nevermind!” Elizabeth tried to resettle against him, but this conversation was mortifying to her, as well as physically and emotionally confusing. And she did not like it when the cot began swinging, so she wanted to minimize its doing so as much as she possibly could.

James steadied the cot with his hand against the wall.

“I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m sorry, Elizabeth.”

“You didn’t,” she said, stretching out carefully, laying her head on him as if he were a pillow, as a truce. “It’s just…. It’s just confusing.”

He stroked her hair in silence for a while.

“It was never so elaborate as that,” James began. “Compared to what you describe, I mean to say-“

“Elaborate!” she began in protest, but found she did not want to defend her position almost immediately. “I- oh, nevermind. What was it like, then?”

Despite having brought it up himself, it took James a moment to pull himself together enough to even try to explain.

“It… well, you had to be careful. Never a man of your own post, if you could help it- or at least that’s how I saw it. I suppose some of the others found it a more... emotional necessity. There was a timeline of legality in place, after all-“

“Did you do this a lot?” she asked, curious and frank - and frankly, somewhat surprised. He had given her enough of an impression of stoicism that his dealings with her were still something of a shock to experience.

“I would not say regularly,” he said, after a moment of consideration. “Here and there. Never all the way.”

He paused.

“Not until Tortuga, if you count that-“

“Only if you do.” She paused, then colored and pressed her face very gently against his neck, tucking her head beneath his chin. “James, I’ve never - the things you’ve done with me. I didn’t even know that was done.”

“Well,” he said, “I meant to make a proper investment in whatever marriage I eventually achieved-“

“I mean I did not go that far with Amelia,” said Elizabeth, her voice higher than usual. “If you think less of my - purity, I suppose-”

“I don’t,” said James, “and even if I did, it would be monstrous to do so after months of submitting oneself to being fucked for rum money in Tortuga-“

“It’s different for men.”

“Not with what I’ve done,” James muttered.

It would have been very easy, at that moment, for James to slide straight back into the slope of self-pity that usually ended with a bottle, but Elizabeth’s presence was enough of a grounding force that he put his arms around her and kissed her hair.

“Yes, I suppose that would be rather different, to polite society, than Miss Bolger,” she acceded, nuzzling him.

“I know a certain degree of… laxity is practically expected in His Majesty’s Navy, but as an admiral’s son-“

“You could not have better distinguished yourself,” she said softly, kissing him on the jaw. “You’re all self-punishment, James. I know that you have made mistakes, but - you did not derail your life with mistakes. You’ve just had a lot of bad luck, really.”

James took a moment to take this in.

“All right, but the drinking-“

“-worsened situations that were already out of your control. James, there’s no saying a sober man would have saved the Dauntless, and you were scared,” she said, pushing herself up to cup his cheek and look down at him. “You can’t change what’s been done already. It’s like you wake up every day thinking you can, if you brood on it long enough.”

“I know,” he said. “I know-“

She kissed him gently.

“I know I will not always be this way,” he began. “At least, I hope I will not. It is… difficult, at times, to know what I will do with myself.”

“Good heavens, James, what do you think everybody else does?” she asked, laughing incredulously.

“Everybody else does not have their life laid out by twenty-“

“I did,” she said, looking slightly abashed, considering marriage to him was all but assured at that point in her life.

“...most men do not,” he conceded apologetically.

“You’re still young. Captain Barbossa said to me he didn’t set out to live at sea until he was ten years older than you are now.”

“I know,” he said again. “There are times I have to remind myself that I am.”

She snorted. “So this is what comes of telling an eight-year-old he’s got to be a grown man now.”

“A three-year-old,” he said softly.

He turned to look at her, with an even more apologetic half-smile, and she instantly kissed him, quickly and intensely enough that the cot swayed again.

“Oh - James - I am sorry, I am so sorry-” she said between hasty kisses. “I wish I could fix it-”

“Plenty of men manage it,” he said, “though I suppose they haven’t the admiral for a father-“

“I’ve decided,” she murmured. “I’m going to my room, and you are to follow me. I want you there tonight. All night,” she said significantly.

“Elizabeth-“

“I’ll sleep better,” she said nonchalantly. “I always sleep better with you breathing next to me.”

James pushed himself up, but only to get a better angle from which to look at her.

“...is that true?”

“How many times have I said so?” she asked, amused.

“I’m still sorting out what is and what is not flirtation,” he said, a little breathlessly.

“You poor Navy man. No mermaids to give you a reasonable estimate of the unreasonable behaviors of the fairer sex,” she teased him, rubbing his shoulder.

“Yes,” he said, “given their considerable preoccupation with eating Navy men,” James said, in an attempt at sounding dry. Unfortunately for him, he hadn’t yet lost that vague sound of being touched.

“And Mrs. Fenton too proper to flirt with you, you could glean nothing from her,” she baited.

“Too old to find it suitable, probably, if she ever noticed at all-“

“That was right around when we met, wasn’t it, James?”

He had to stop and think about it.

“Er, yes, technically,” he admitted. “I believe I very briefly saw you as an impatient child in your mother’s arms when I was perhaps nine, but I can’t say the moment left any significant impression on me.”

“That was a long time ago indeed,” she said quietly, before changing the subject. “I am sorry the attentions of a bratty twelve-year-old were less instructive than those of Mrs. Fenton would have been, but you bore them handsomely-”

“Did you carry feelings of your own so early?” he asked. “If you did, I was oblivious.”

“No,” she laughed shortly. “And we met at the same time as I met Will, though he was hardly talkative at that point in time.”

“Ah,” he said. “That’s a relief; I would have most likely been rather annoyed- or worse, flattered.”

He gave Elizabeth an unnecessarily severe look that swiftly turned to an abashed smile. He sighed and sat up enough to start trying to move the clothes back into the trunk so that he could follow her into her larger cabin.

“Thinking of myself at that age makes me feel a great deal less ridiculous now,” he admitted, “so I will take that much with gratitude.”

Elizabeth draped herself out on his cot while watching him pack, noting he was doing it as quickly as he could and enjoying his impatience.

“No, the period in which you had my…. Affections was more when I was 15 or thereabouts. In fact I think I harbored affections for you until I was nearly seventeen.”

“I never noticed. I suppose I was too busy strutting about and enjoying the way my career was spoken of when I was on leave. I thought it was a compliment to be left in Jamaica, you know.”

“Good Lord, James, you make it sound as though it’s a sin to have fun.”

“I never said I wish I’d been in the war,” he retorted. “I enjoy fun plenty, thank you-”

“That’s how you came off - for a little while, anyway.” Elizabeth paused, then smiled down at the blanket she was fidgeting with, with a little bit of mist-eyed pain. “That’s why my father encouraged you so much later; because I was a fool and I prattled on at him about it. Until I started to renew something with Will. Well; I say renew, I suppose I mean ‘create’, unless you really can have something with someone after one look, when you are twelve.”

“Ah,” said James, for the sake of having a reaction that wasn’t kicking himself.

“By the time I realized he was not just teasing me anymore it seemed there was nothing I could do to dissuade either one of you. I’m sorry I was such a coward about it.”

“It’s not a matter of blame,” said James, who was by now very occupied with his task.

“It’s true I don’t know what I could have said within the bounds of propriety to dissuade you when you had not actually made me an offer, but I could have done something, instead of pretending it would go away if I did not notice it.”

“Elizabeth,” he said, pausing with a deep purple shirt in hand, “do you really believe that matters now?”

“I feel that I used you very poorly,” she said, finally meeting his eyes. “And who knows what I might have spared either one of us, if I had been willing to acknowledge your feelings, and mine.”

“You wouldn’t be Pirate King,” he reminded her.

She challenged that with one affronted look.

“My story has only ever been part of yours,” he said as he finished putting the shirt in the trunk.

“I’m glad it still is,” she said with a small smile. “I thought I would never see you again, when you did not leave the Dutchman with me. When you cut the line, I thought for certain you would be killed.”

“...so did I,” he admitted.

“You’re an idiot,” she said, getting to her feet, though the cot made this less impressive a gesture than she wanted it to. She knelt beside him, shutting the trunk even though he wasn’t done yet. “Go on over to the door and tell me if it’s safe for me to leave.”

James nodded quickly and went to the door, peering out cautiously.

“All right,” he said in a low voice. “Take one of the lanterns. Mind that you don’t singe your hair.”

She did it, lingering in the doorway before she left. “Three years too late, but will you still have me, James?” she whispered - quick and furtive, eyes intense in the remaining firelight.

“Always,” he said, and he kissed her. “I’ll be up in a moment.”

“Good. I’ll be holding my breath.”

She vanished.

***

It was another twenty minutes or so before James returned the favor of lightly rapping on her door, lantern in hand. He had wanted above all else to be cautious, and give anyone who might have overheard Elizabeth moving about the ship time to roll over and go back to sleep.

The door opened less than immediately, as the cabin’s occupant was sulking in bed with a book, but when it did, Elizabeth pulled him in and kissed him deeply, only barely mindful of the lantern, which she released him to take and set down. Then he was hers again, and she didn’t have time for words.

“My apologies, Your Majesty,” he said, in a louder tone than he had been using earlier, in his cabin, before adding in a whisper, “I didn’t want to invite suspicion.”

Elizabeth’s chemise had fallen off her shoulder. “If I had really been holding my breath I would be dead,” she said in a flat whisper. There was a rush of color in her cheeks from the activity of kissing him.

“Are you sure it’s wise, wearing anything this delicate?” he asked, dubiously touching the fallen shoulder of her chemise. “If we’re found out-”

“I may sleep however I like, yes? And who is going to mind the sight, do you think?” she said a little too boldly.

“It’s not about minding the sight,” he said, glancing down at where her breast was just barely visible at the edge of her arm and following the curve down into her chemise, “but it’s not especially… imperious…”

He blinked. “Right-”

“I expect everyone is going to know in the morning,” said Elizabeth, pulling him backwards with her, “how you pleaded your case on your knees…”

“Elizabeth-”

He didn’t stumble past her, but only with effort. He had, rather counter-intuitively, put his coat and hat back on for the trip to the deck on which she was staying; it made him an undefined shadowy figure where the light didn’t hit him. Now, though, they were simply burdens for Elizabeth to deal with, though she did so with considerable patience. It was possible she saw him as a parcel to be unwrapped.

“I shall give no details but that you were very persuasive,” she said, divesting him of the outer layers, at least, before leaning back on the bed. It was not as large as the one from Tortuga had been, but she was sure they would think of something. “No one needs to know how I begged …”

“Do you intend to beg, Elizabeth?” he asked lightly, as he knelt one-legged at the end of the bed, silhouetted from behind by the lamplight.

“I will if I must, Captain Norrington,” said Elizabeth, reaching down to tenderly cup his cheek. “I feel as though it’s been a lifetime without you.”

He almost apologized for the feeling of his unshaven face on her palm, until he remembered she liked it. He leaned into her hand with cautious curiosity instead.

“I am at your command, Your Majesty. You know that.”

“But we are all someone else’s subjects, too,” she said wistfully, without elaborating. “Come up here and kiss me -”

Now felt like an ideal opportunity to really make it count. James practically leapt beside her, pushing her down against the bed with the force of his open-mouthed kiss; her gasp vanished into his mouth. He clasped each of her hands in his and held them down as well, with a brief enough pause in the kiss and a smug lift of the eyebrow to indicate that he knew exactly what he was doing. Hands unavailable to her, Elizabeth nudged him closer with her knees, situated over his hips.

“Don’t stop-”

“Do you like this, Your Majesty?” he asked, his tone was just short of mocking, teeth gleaming dimly in the lantern light. Elizabeth’s expression was torn between shock and delight, though she was trying to be affronted.

“Are you - are you challenging me -” she asked, making a very poor attempt at disguising her intrigue.

“If you permit it,” he said, though the way he straddled her then gave a very good impression of controlled force.

“I - I might-” she said, struggling to catch her breath. “Somehow this is very different from actually being held as someone’s captive- let’s not, ah. Let’s not tell Jack you can do this, when we’ve brought him back-”

James paused, looking into space. “Noted.”

He immediately set about kissing Elizabeth about the neck so as to not have to think of that too much. She responded with unchecked enthusiasm. She had been rather deprived of her dog as of late.

“In fact- the less Jack Sparrow knows of anything of which I’ve spoken tonight, the better-”

“Noted,” Elizabeth moaned. She was surprised by how much she was enjoying his new beard.

“Is this all right for you, then?”

“Oh, yes, James-”

“All right,” he said. “Tell me to slow down, if I must. All right?”

He released her wrists and slid his hands along the length of her arms, toward her body and downward, until he had found her waist, without easing up on the kissing. She buried her hands in his hair in the meantime, then guided his mouth up to hers; she wanted to taste him.

“Would you like to be ‘my king’ tonight, or only Elizabeth?” he asked, leaning his forehead on hers.

“Elizabeth,” she answered instantly; “--your Elizabeth.”

“My Elizabeth,” he repeated fondly, just before claiming her mouth.

#potcsuggestions #long post #ch: her majesty if you're nasty #ch: firing squad #pl: the black pearl

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salty-dracon · 4 years ago

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my ocs looking at the sasa lele signs

me: what the fuck does sasa lele mean- OH IT SAYS SALE SALE haha that sign says sasa lele

(italics is thoughts, non-italics is spoken words)

lily: does that say fucking sasa lele no one look at those signs

michy: sale sale. wow that is an awful design sasa lele

ares: it says sale sale

venus: what the fuck is sasa lele ares what the fuck is sasa lele

laurie: is sasa lele like, spanish or something? oh it says sale sale (mispronouncing sale as “sah-lay”). ha, got it in one.

narcissa: sale sale. now if three of those sale signs were lined up next to each other-

luke: sale sale

giselle: (she says nothing)

ivy: (at the same time as palea) sale sale wait did palea just say

palea: (at the same time as ivy) sasa lele wait did ivy just say

damian: (with the confidence of a man twice his height) SASA LELE!

flynn: sale sale...?

verona: that’s a funny design

bridget: sasa lele? wow talk about bad graphic design you know, the least they could have done is made the letters more spaced out. now it looks like it says “sasa lele”

allie: sasa lele sasa lele

jake: it says sasa lele. no that’s not right, it says- SALE SALE! (he mispronounces “sale” as “sah-lay”)

val: if i say sasa lele they’re going to think i’m an idiot it actually says “sale sale.” where the fuck did you get sasa lele-

kat: is sasa lele some phrase i don’t know? no wait wait wait it says sale sale but it’s written in such a way that... who designed these signs anyway? oh this is totally going to be meme material if i post it on my instagram. actually let me do that (she says nothing, but takes a picture)

nick: what the hell is a sasa lele? oh wait it says sale sale. who made these sale signs

angel: (he read it as sale sale on the first try) hm.

miss t: haha look that sign says sasa lele hey guys look that sign says sasa lele

vea: sasa lele? i’ve never seen graphic design that misleading in my whole life

layla: sasa lele sasa lele. (pause) wait

vince: sasa lele no wait it says sale sale it says “sale sale” fucking idiots

brooke: (with the confidence of a white girl) sasa lele

julien: sasa lele i’m going to say that and no one’s ever going to forget it sasa lele

arthur: (he just read it phonetically) sasa lele! what kind of drink is that? is it like salsa?

amelia: it says sasa lele but if i think it over one more time it says sale sale sale sale

grey: sasa lele? ah, sale signs. get this awful graphic design out of my sight immediately.

tommy: sasa lele sasa lele!

ty: should i say sasa lele or sale sale it says sale

larkspur: i know it says “sale sale” but it’s funnier to read it as sasa lele

livia: sasa lele? what’s a sasa lele?

viviel: (his eyes actually read it as sale sale) sale sale

thanatel: (can’t read while viviel is awake)

tawny: sasa lele. oh it says sale sale does that fucking sign say “sasa lele”

mai: sasa lele. hmm. sasa lele

adrian: (with the confidence of a white guy) sasa lele.

narin: ehehe! sasa lele!

petra/larke: hmm. sasa lele. wait it says sale sale.

#life as an aj #tmx #secretagents #halfwaydead #weareanml

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whydontweband · 8 years ago

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A Beautiful Thing (A Jack Avery Imagine)

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Description: He’s a small-time musician, performing a local gig with his bandmates, in the process of making it big.

She’s an aspiring dancer with an affinity for walking the streets of downtown after everyone in the citie’s gone to sleep.

Everyone, that is, but him.

Leah

The line of street lamps casting pools of iridescent golden light against the sidewalk was comforting in a way, somehow far more peaceful than the world appears during the daytime. I’m not sure why it is, really, that I prefer the night- I suppose it’s always been that way. There’s something so honest, and magical about a place, after the people, and the sun, and the noise have gone to sleep. Maybe it’s because my dance recitals and performances have always been in the evening, after the sun has faded from the sky. Maybe it’s the way the stars appear against a backdrop of jet black atmosphere, showing their true selves after a long day of being blocked out by the sun. Maybe there’s just something peaceful about a city at night- the quietude, the feeling that maybe, just maybe, you’re the only person left in the whole world. I think that thought scares most people, but it’s never bothered me. Maybe that’s why most people prefer the daytime- where it’s safe, and busy, and there are no stars to watch or ponder on what it must be like out there. For me, it’s never been a competition- I’d take a thousand nights if I could have it my way- to walk through a quiet town, and dance in deserted streets, and stop and stare at the sky for as long as I pleased, without a single soul watching me, wondering what I might be doing, staring at the sky. Because the truth is, I don’t really have a reason, some things are just beautiful- and it seems like an injustice to not appreciate beautiful things.

I stared down at the watch on my wrist. The time read: 10:24pm. I smiled softly to myself as I stepped out the front door of the quaint, two-story brick house, on the corner of Maple and 6th street- the house I’d lived my entire life in. Tying the laces on my black and white Adidas sneakers and zipping my mint green jogger’s jacket halfway up, I took a deep breath, and began to walk. Downtown was only a few blocks from the house, and though it was a big metropolis, we had a variety of things to make our small city appreciable by most everyone. There was, of course, a handful of shops through Main Street, The Grant Hill movie theater, the Institute of Art and Dance (where I spent the majority of my time, other than school), Acorn Park (adorable; squirrel filled), Metro Park (not-so adorable; trash filled) a small B&B, and The Randolph House (the place where comedy acts, local play productions, and small-time musicians would perform. As I neared the center of town, I could hear elated cheers and screaming come from a couple blocks down, clearly creating a far greater cacophony of adolescent hysteria than I had anticipated for this hour of the evening. I sighed, running a hand through my obsidian colored hair as I made a hard-right turn, making my way down a side street that avoided the bustle that was congregating around The Randolph House. “There must be some up-and-coming musician playing there if it’s causing this much of a scene” I thought to myself as I stuffed my hands in my pockets, moving swiftly so as not to be held up by late night traffic. I crossed the street that teed with Main Street, glancing over my shoulder slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of a crowd of girls probably around my age, flooding the streets and waving their arms uproariously as a handful of figures, five maybe, waved and smiled, before being hustled into a car. I thought, for a split second, that I caught the eyes of one of the distant figures, but it was dark out, and I could have been mistaken. I shook my head as the car headed down the road, only driving a couple blocks before turning down the road that lead towards the town B&B. So they were staying the night? I shrugged softly to myself, side-stepping out of the way of the teenage girl mob as I made my way down a side street, and finally out of sight from the overenthusiastic crowd.

Jack

The post-show backstage party had just ended, and the boys and I were quickly being rushed to the front entrance of the building, moving at a snail’s pace through the crowd of people who’d stayed to see us after the show. I smiled widely, hugging and signing as fast as I could manage, all the while body guards ushered us towards the car waiting for us outside.

“I love you, Jack!” One girl screamed. I grinned, giving her a quick hug.

“I love you too! Thank you so much for coming to the show tonight! You mean the world to us!” She smiled so wide I wondered if her mouth might fall off as she continued to scream, reluctantly letting go as we continued to move towards the exit. Truthfully, I wished I could spend hours with every single fan, but there just wasn’t the time. If we spent hours with fans tonight, we could be risking making our connecting flights to the next stop on our tour, and if we did that, we wouldn’t make the next booking- and that would mean we wouldn’t be able to see those fans at all. I meant every word I said to these amazing people here tonight- they do mean the world to us. They make it possible for us to live our dreams, and that’s something we could never repay them for. Smiling and waving, the boys and I reluctantly made it outside, surrounded by more concert goers adorning Why Don’t We t-shirts and baseball hats, and clenching photographs for us to sign. As we said our final goodbyes to everyone, I turned my gaze to the street in front of us. For an instantaneous moment, my eyes accidentally fell on those of a small figure, just a little ways down the road. She had stopped for a moment, glancing our way, and it felt as though she saw me, but maybe I was mistaken. I furrowed my brows together in confusion, seeing as that I didn’t remember seeing her in the venue during the show. Her mint green jacket reflected the light of the street lamp, her dark hair blowing ever so softly in the breeze. Everything seemed frozen for a moment- and just like that, she had disappeared. I blinked a few times, to make sure I hadn’t been seeing things, before shaking my head and frowning as I made my way into the car.

“Thank you so much, everyone! You’ve all been so amazing! We love you all!” Corbyn shouted out the window as the crowd went ballistic one last time, their cheers fading as we drove away from the venue- and despite every amazing moment I’d had performing tonight, my mind was still lingering on the mysterious figure.

After we’d arrived at the B&B and settled down for the evening, most all the boys exhausted from the performance, I sat idly beside the large bay window overlooking the town. Sighing, I ran a hand through my tangled mop of curls, changing into a pair of black Nike sweatpants and a white t-shirt, which faired far more comfortably than my previous torn black skinny jeans and long-sleeved bright yellow HUF sweatshirt that I’d worn during the show. As I sat down in front of the window, walking the flickering street lamps, and the trees rustling serenely in the wind, I noticed a dash of mint green cross the nearby street. My eyes perked up, suddenly hyper-aware of the surrounding before them as I squinted to make out what the figure was doing. She lulled in the street, leniently twirling in a manner that was anything but unintentional. Was she dancing? It was hard to tell from the distance, and I had absolutely no idea what compelled me to do what I did next, but I couldn’t help myself. I threw on a pair of sneakers and a grey Adidas hoodie, slipping my phone into my pocket, and locking my room door behind me, being ever so silent as I made my way down to the lobby, and out into the brisk night air. I was alone, completely un-supervised, in a strange new place, inquiring about the activity of a perfect stranger. Was this just a little bit insane? Most definitely. But as I took my first steps out onto the cool pavement of the foreign road, I felt completely and utterly freed, and I knew there was no turning back.

Leah

Lost in the moment of my dance, twirling and spinning and leaping through the flooding lights of the street lamps and the moonbeams against closed shop windows, I was completely entranced. Dance had always been the thing that took me to an entirely different world, a world where everything was beautiful, and elegant, and I could dance under the light of the moon forever. I hadn’t bothered playing music in my earbuds to dance to, I found it far more tranquil putting in silent earbuds, and dancing to the possibility of music, rather than it’s actuality. As I danced throughout the streets, completely undisturbed and at peace with the world, I spotted a hooded figure standing at the edge of the street, the shadow cast down eerily against the pavement. I stopped immediately, gasping as I pulled my earbuds from my ears. The figure looked to the ground, and removed his hood, smiling softly and sending an awkward half-hearted wave in my direction, so as to establish that he wasn’t actually a psychopath. I raised a skeptical eyebrow, waving back as I took a few steps closer. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was the boy from The Randolph House. The one I’d thought, for just a moment, I’d locked eyes with. He really had seen me…and now he was here. In the middle of a deserted, empty street. Though the situation seemed anything but hilarious, I couldn’t help but laugh a bit.

“Hi, I uhmm…I’m Jack. Jack Avery.” The boy called at a substantial tone, so as not to come too close and startle me. I nodded slowly, swinging my arms gently at my sides as I was unsure what to do.

“Leah.” I responded. The boy smiled softly, a smile that, in an instantaneous moment, made him the most trusting person in the world.

“What about your last name?” He spoke, quasi-teasingly. I smiled slightly, shrugging as I took a step closer.

“I don’t give my last name to strangers who watch me in the middle of the night.” I retorted. Jack shook his head, chuckling as he buried his face in his hands.

“I really didn’t mean to come across as a serial killer, though I realize now that’s…100% what it seems like.” Jack laughed, and I couldn’t help but laugh along with him as he came up to me. I extended a cautious hand, which he happily shook.

“I just, I saw you earlier…after the concert. I dunno, you just looked so…”

“Odd?” Jack smiled at my suggestion, shaking his head.

“Alluring. Kind of…mysterious. And then later, at the B&B…I saw you in the street out here, all alone…dancing. I had to see for myself I guess.” I frowned playfully, a smile breaking through my face, as suddenly I was less deterred by the fact that my night of solitude had now drastically changed.

“Well, thanks…I guess.” I murmured, a small tint of color evidently appearing on my cheeks.

“So, I take it you’re a local?” Jack inquired. I hadn’t planned on him staying past our terribly awkward introductions, but somehow he managed to keep the conversation going. I nodded.

“Born and raised. I take it you’re not a local.” I smiled. Jack shook his head, grinning slightly.

“No, I live in L.A. now. I’m here doing a show with my band...we, ahh, we head out in the morning.” So he had been a musician.

“So, what…you’re a Rockstar?” I laughed inquisitively. Jack chuckled at this, shaking his head furiously.

“No, no, no…no. I, uhmmm, the guys and I- we’re not exactly rockstars. Not yet, anyway.” I nodded slowly, slowly beginning to fall into step together, though I had no idea how or why.

“So, that’s the dream, then? Rockstar?” Jack shrugged, tucking his hands in the pocket of his hoodie.

“I guess. If I’m being honest, I just want to make people happy…or, or sad. Or angry….I want to make people feel something, you know? If I can make music that makes people feel something, that’s really the dream.” I nodded softly to myself, reminded of my own goals to become a dancer on Broadway.

“That’s a pretty selfless dream.” Jack shrugged.

“It’s not really all that selfish if I find joy in it.” I smiled, nodding.

“I guess not.” The wind picked up, as did our consistency in pace.

Jack

As she spoke, there was something so different, and unique, and magical about her- the girl I’d found dancing in the streets at midnight. She was petite in stature, maybe only a few inches over 5 feet, and her dark ebony skin shimmered in the moonlight. She was some kind of mesmerizing, or enchanting, or maybe both…she was an anomaly. I smiled, falling into a rhythmic kind of sync as we walked slowly through the dark streets of a town I would never really know.

“So…dancing?” I inquired. Leah nodded softly.

“It’s, kinda like, my favorite thing. She laughed, zipping up her mint green jacket ever-so-slightly.

“You’re good, you know. I mean, I’m sure you know I just…ya know- in my unprofessional opinion, I think you’re really talented and-” As I stuttered through my sentence, I found that Leah was only laughing, shoving me playfully as I began to feel her falls crumbling.

“Thank you, Jack.” She finally uttered, blushing softly.

“Hey, do you mind if we sit? Just for a bit...I shouldn’t stay out too long, I have a flight pretty early tomorrow.” Leah nodded, choosing not to make commentary on the fact that we were two very different people, from very different worlds, who are only crossing paths for a split second, a blip in the time of the universe. Yet, somehow, out of all the times that have been, and all the times to be- we were both here in this moment, crossing. We took a seat on a nearby park bench at the edge of pleasant looking park, and she proceeded to tilt her head up to watch the stars.

“I used to love stargazing.” I added cautiously, a part of me terrified that if I spoke again, it might disrupt the universe, and prove that I was, in fact, sitting out here alone. Yet I spoke, and she only turned to me, her coffee colored eyes hiding flecks of gold within them, and I thought that was beautiful.

“Why don’t you stargaze anymore?” She inquired. I shrugged.

“It’s nearly impossible to see the stars in L.A. I guess, after a while, you learn to live without.” Leah nodded, a kind of nod that doesn’t really comprehend what you’re saying, but doesn’t want to press.

“Well, I’m sorry. That you had to learn to live without, I mean. That seems like a terrible thing to live without. Some things are just beautiful, you know? And it seems like such an injustice to not appreciate beautiful things.”

Leah

Jack was silent a moment longer, his hazel eyes glued to the sky, as I added:

“I come out here every night. I’m…not sure why that’s relevant information, I just…thought I’d mention it. I come out here, after everything’s dark, and quiet, and still, and I watch the stars. And I dance in the streets, and I’ve never once met someone else out here. Let alone, someone who’s-”

“Dangerously good looking? Suave? Downright sex-appeal?” I burst out laughing, shaking my head.

“What!? No!” I laughed, hiccupping as Jack grinned from ear to ear.

“I was gonna- hiccup!- say that you’re- hiccup!- honest. Everything about you. I admire that.” I cleared my throat, subduing the hiccups from laughter as Jack smiled, shaking his head.

“Well, thank you.” I nodded, giving his shoulder an empathetic pat.

“If it helps, I do think you’re pretty good looking too. Maybe even suave.” I murmured, blushing intensely as Jack’s cheeks turned a bright shade of fuchsia.

“Not sex-appeal?” He joked, as I laughed, shoving him lightly from his spot beside me on the park bench.

“Don’t push it, stranger.” Jack smiled, staring down at the ground and shaking his head slowly, as though in that moment reminded of the fact that we really knew nothing about one another. Truthfully, maybe it didn’t matter. Maybe, it wasn’t meant to matter. Maybe, in these fleeting moments of life, there are times when it matters less what you say, and matters more what you mean.

“I should get going…” Jack murmured reluctantly. I knew he’d have to leave, and I didn’t plan on stopping him. There was just a small, small part of me, that wondered why it was he wandered into my life. I had no idea.

“Dance with me.” I blurted thoughtlessly. Jack glanced at me hurriedly, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“One dance.” I clarified, standing from my spot on the park bench and extending my hand.

“I’m not very good at this kind of dance.” He uttered shyly. I smiled, more confident this time as I waved it off.

“It doesn’t matter. That’s the beauty of dancing at night time- there’s no one here to see you mess up.” Jack laughed, shaking his head before taking my hand in his and standing. Placing one hand on my waist, and using his other to take my hand in his, we swayed gently in time to the beating of our hearts. There wasn’t any music, but it was perfect nonetheless.

After the dance seemed to slow to a reluctant end, I sighed, glancing down towards the ground. Jack slid a gentle finger underneath my chin, lifting it up slightly, as he leaned forward, kissing my forehead under the moonlight. Smiling, I giggled.

“So, time to head back, then.” I muttered slowly. Jack nodded.

“You know, I could give you my number, or we could-” But before he could finish his train of thought, I’d cut him off.

“No, that’s ok. I think I’d rather remember this night, preserved in history forever, as a perfect night.” Jack smiled, nodding as though he completely understood the nature of our relationship.

“Safe travels, Jack Avery.” I added smugly, teasing him as he chuckled, saluting me in jest as he began to walk backwards away from me. As he continued to walk down the deserted street, his eyes never failing to leave mine, I shook my head, grinning as I folded my arms in perplexity.

“What’re you doing, Jack?” I asked. He smiled, stopping for a brief moment, in the center of a quiet road, in the middle of a quiet town, in the midst of a quiet world.

“Some things are just beautiful- and it seems like an injustice to not appreciate beautiful things.” He spoke, loud enough so I could catch his words on the current of brisk air they were riding upon, as he smiled one final time, before turning away, shoving his hands inside the pockets of his sweatpants, and making his way to the edge of the street, where I watched him until he turned, and finally disappeared.

Smiling tenderly to myself, I nodded, stuffing my hands into the pockets of my mint green jacket, and walking with a lightness in my step I’d never previously realized I possessed.

We were beautiful things, him and I. And neither time nor space could ever truly take that from us.

The End

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Duke Reviews: The Fast And The Furious: Tokyo Drift

Hi Everyone, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome To Duke Reviews Where Today We Are Continuing Our Look At The Fast And Furious Films By Talking About The 7th Movie...

I Mean 3rd Movie?...

Technically It's The 3rd Movie But Ever Since That End Credits Scene At The End Of Furious 6, It's Become A Spin-off Film. But Can A Fast And Furious Film Be Good Without Vin Diesel And The Original Cast?

When It Came Out, No, Now? We'll Have To Find Out This Is The Fast And The Furious: Tokyo Drift...

This Film Starts With What I Only Can Describe As The Most Boring Opening Credits Ever, The Look Of Them Is Horrible And The Song That Plays Over The Scene Is Dull But Throughout Them We See Our Main Character's School Life.

However Our Main Character, Sean (Played By Lucas Black) Gets His Car Made Fun Of By A Beautiful Girl (Played By Nikki Griffin) Which Leads To Sean Flirting With Her. But Unfortunately Her Boyfriend (Played By Home Improvement's Zachery Ty Bryan) Doesn't Like This At All...

(Boyfriend) For Your Information, My Dad Does Not Own A Viper!, He Owns A Hot Rod...

Mad That He Dissed His Dad's Car, Brad Throws A Baseball At The Window Of Sean's Car...

No Offense, Brad But I Thought You Were More Of A Soccer Player Than A Baseball/Football Guy...

With The Girl Saying To Let Their Cars Do The Talking, Brad Challenges Him But Sean Declines Saying That He Only Races For Pink Slips But With Brad Saying..

The Girl Ups The Stakes By Saying That The Winner Will Get Her...

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I Think You Guys Get The Gist...

Liking That (And Who Wouldn't Seeing How Hot She Is) They Go To A Housing Development Area Where They Hold The Race...

Now I'm Not Going To Comentate The Races Like I Did In My Other Fast And Furious Reviews, Because This Film Is Basically A Spin-off Now And I'm Only Doing This Movie So I Can Talk About Furious 7 Next Week...

And Since We're Cutting Things Short, Nobody Wins This Race....

Yeah, Nobody...

Brad Ends Up Crashing His Car Into A Billboard, And Sean Damages His Car To The Point He's Lucky To Be Alive...

Taken To The Police Station, The Girl Is Picked Up By Her Mom While Brad Is Picked Up By His Dad (Who Looks Nothing Like Tim Allen) But As For Sean He Apparently Has 2 Priors For Reckless Driving And Willful Destruction Of Property Moving To Different Cities With His Mom In The Last 2 Years And Unfortunately She Doesn't Want To Move Again So, She Sends Sean To Live With His Father In Tokyo...

Once There, He Lays Down 3 Rules Go To School, Come Back And Stay Away From Cars. The Next Morning, Sean Starts School Where He Meets Twinkie...

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No, Not Twinkie The Kid, Just Twinkie (Who Is Played In This By Lil' Bow Wow) Who Tries Selling Sean Everything From Laptops To Cellphones To Air Jordans...

But When Sean Sees A Steering Wheel Twinkie Got For His Car, Sean Is Putty In His Hands As He Takes Him That Night To Show Him His Car...

The Incredible Hulk-Mobile...

No Way In Hell Are We Going To Let Marvel Make A Stand Alone Hulk Movie But Sure We'll Allow The Fast And Furious Movies To Make A Car Out Of Him!

Seriously, It Looks Like One Of Those Die Cast Disney Cars You Buy At The Parks That Looks Like Characters From Stuff That Disney Owns In Fact...

Yeah, They Made Their Own Hulk Car! And To Tell You The Truth That Looks More Like A Vehicle The Hulk Would Drive Than What Disney Came Up With!

What I'd Like To Know Is What Happens When You Press The Horn Does It Say Phrases Like....

"Hulk, Smash!"

"Puny God"

"Hulk Like Fire, Thor Like Water"

"Take The Stairs, Hate The Stairs! So Many Stairs!"

Also No Offense But Shouldn't The Music Playing Over This Scene Be...

I Got More Hulk Jokes About This Outrageous Vehicle But I Think It's Time That I Continue This Review Anyway, Twinkie Takes Sean To A Parking Structure Where They Find A Bunch Of Racers With Cars Ready To Race And It's There He Meets Neela (Played By Dynasty's Nathalie Kelly) But Neela's I Don't What He Is Takashi (Who's Known Around There As DK) Doesn't Want Him Hanging Around Her Because He's An American Yankee...

And Of Course Twinkie's Like "Yes, Sir We Leave Right Now, Sir" But Sean's Not Willing To Back Away So Easily (But What Sean Doesn't Know Is That DK's Uncle Yamata Is Part Of The Yakuza (Chinese Mafia)) Challenging DK To A Race, DK Declines At First Because Sean Doesn't Have A Car However, Our Old Friend, Han Enters Telling Sean That He'll Lend Him His...

Going Up The Elevator, Sean Finds Out That Racing In Tokyo Is Different Than America...

Telling Sean That Han's Car Is Basically His Baby Or Mona Lisa As Twinkie Puts It...

Hmm, I'm Surprised He Didn't Call It Giselle...

So In Other Words, Twinkie Tells Him, You Break It, You Buy It...

And When The Race Begins, Takashi Wipes The Floor With Him While Sean Damages Han's Car While Trying To Keep Up...

Han Tells Sean That He'll Be In Touch As Sean Returns Home To His Dad Who's Upset At Him For Being Out So Late, Saying That If He Breaks The Rules Again, He's On An Airplane Home...

The Next Day After School, He's Met By Han Who He Thinks Is There For Money To Repair His Car But Turns Out He's Not As He Tells Sean To Get In His Car...

Taking Sean To A Sauna, Han Tells Sean That There's A Guy With A Tattoo Of A Paw That Owes Him Some Money And He Wants Sean To Get It For Him...

Well, Give Sean An A For Effort As Tries But He Gets His Ass Handed To Him By The Guy Who Looks Like A Sumo Wrestler...

Eventually, Getting His Cash, Han Takes The Kid For A Ride To Tell Sean That He's Going To Handle Pick Ups And Deliveries For Him Calling Him Maybe Once A Week Or Once An Hour And He Doesn't Care If He's Sick As Or In Bed With Beyonce, He's Gonna Do It....

Sean Tells Him He'll Do It, On One Condition, He Teaches Sean How To Drift, Saying That It's Not A Negotiation, Sean Tells Han That He Wasn't Negotiating...

Taking Sean To The Pachinko Hall Where Ernie Got That Pachinko Machine That Lord Zedd Turned Into His Pachinko Head Monster. Han Meets Up With DK To Give Him His Pay For The Week. One Of DK's Men Asks Sean When His Next Race Is As He'd Like To Be There To See It, However Sean Goats Him By Saying Why See It When You Could Be In It?...

With DK Asking If Han If He's Ready To Lose Another Car, Han Replies Telling DK That He'd Like To Take His 86 Corolla Off His Hands Which DK Agrees On Only If Han Offers Up His 72 Skyline, Which Han Agrees On...

Heading Out Front While Han And DK Discuss Business, He Goes To A Pay Phone Where Sean Calls His Dad Saying That He Had To Stay After School For Extracurricular Activities And That He'll Be Home Soon, Hanging Up, He Runs Into Neela, Who Asks What He's Doing Here Which Leads Sean To Say That He'd Drop By To Ask DK For Drifting Lessons...

To Which She Warns Him To Not Be Apart Of The Drifting World Which Leads To Sean To Say That If It's Good Enough For You Then It's Good Enough For Me But Then She Says That He Doesn't Know Her As Well As He Thinks He Does When Really He Does...

With Han Returning To His Car, Sean Asks Han If Everything Went Okay With DK? Which He Says That It Did However, Sean Says That He's A Little Worried About Han Because DK Is Yakuza, Han Reminds Sean That DK's Uncle Is Yakuza And That All DK Is Just A Kid Playing Gangster In A Storage Room But Like It Or Not He's A Necessary Evil That Keeps His Uncle At Bay Because They're On His Turf And Being Close With DK Gets Him A Discount...

Asking If Han Has Ever Raced DK, Han Tells Sean No, Because There's No Point To It And That If He Was To Do It, It Would Have To Be For Something Very Important Or Why Do It At All And He's Only Letting Sean Race Because He's DK's Kryptonite...

Taking Sean To A Club, They Go Into Another Room, Filled With Women Where They Find Twinkie Before Heading Into Another Room Where The Real Magic Happens...

Han Gives Sean A Red Evo Because He's Representing Him Now, Sean Begins Practicing Drifting However, Sean Keeps Crashing Into Things...

Oy Gevalt, I'm A Japanese Guy And Yet I Sound Jewish Go Figure!...

About To Go To School, He Sees His Dad Working On A Car He Said That He Found, Sean Tells Him That It Has Potential. Which Leads Him To Send Sean Off To School...

With Friends Of Han Getting Sean, They See Some Guy Knocking Around Twinkie Because An Ipod He Got Off Of Him Was Busted...

Giving Him His Ipod To Get Him Off Twinkie's Back, Twinkie Gets Mad At Sean Because He Doesn't Do Refunds Or Exchanges...

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Talking With Sean About What He Did, He Apologizes To Neela About Last Night And She Walks Away...

Later That Night, Han And Sean Watch As Friends Of Theirs Play Soccer Which Leads Sean To Ask How Han Ended Up In Tokyo...

(Han) Ah, You Know The Old Story, Boy Falls For Girl, Boy Ends Up With Girl, Girl Dies Trying To Save Guy's Life...

Asking Han Why He Let Him Race His Car When He Knew He Was Gonna Wreck it...

All He Says Is Why Not? He Has Money (Probably Left Over From The Rio Heist) And It's Trust And Character He Needs Around Him Because Who You Choose To Hang With Lets You Know Who You Are...

Wow, I Hate To Say This About This Movie But That Is So True...

Asking What Han Does Drift For? If Not To Win, He Decides To Show Sean And It Turns Out He Does It To Impress The Ladies....

You Know I'd Like To Know To Know If This Takes Place Immediately After Furious 6 Or A Few Years After Furious 6 Because If Its Immediately After Furious 6, Han Sure Got Over Giselle Quickly...

This Leads To Han Teaching Sean How To Drift By Basically Saying That There's No "Wax On Wax Off" With Drifting, You Just Do It...

But As This Montage Continues We See Sean Moving Out Of His Dad's House And Moving In With Han And Twinkie...

So, With Sean Winning The Race, DK Gives Up His Corolla To Han...

Wow, That's A Burn To Your Ego...

Going Out With Neela, Sean Finds Out That Her Mom Died When She Was 10 And She Came Out To Tokyo When She Finished High School And That All She Knows About Her Mom Is That She Used To Work In A Hostess Bar But After Her Death, DK's Grandmother Took Her In...

Ha, Why Do I Have A Feeling This Is Like How Thanos Adopted Gamora...

Talking About His Family, Sean Tells Neela That His Parents Split Up When He Was 3, And Him And His Mom Moved Around A lot Mainly Because Of Him...

Drifting In The Mountains With Neela, She Takes Sean To A Place She Used To Go To When She Was A Kid, Where Sean Talks About The Day He Got His Driver's License...

The Next Day, DK Punches Sean In The Face, Telling Him To Stay Away From Neela, Seeing Sean's Wounds At School, Neela Confronts DK To Tell Him She's Leaving Because He's An Asshole, Which Leads Him To Say The Classic Villain Phrase Of We're Not So Different, You And I...

Because They're Both The Products Of Screw Ups And If They Hadn't Taken Her In She'd Be Just Like Her Mother But No Matter What DK Says Neela Still Leaves And Moves In With Sean, Han And Twinkie...

Being Visited By His Uncle Yamata, DK Gives Him The Week's Pay Through He's Not Able To Understand Half Of The Paperwork There, But One He Does Know Is That Han Is Stealing From Them, DK Doesn't Believe It At First Stating That If It Was True, He'd Have Caught It Which Then Leads Yamata To Say In His Own Way Deal With It Or Else..,

Visiting Han, DK Is Pissed Off And Ready To Kill Han, Which Leads Twinkie To Lower The Doors, So Han Can Fight And Escape...

With Sean And Neela Getting In One Car And Han In Another, DK And His Cronies Follow Them In A Chase Across The City...

Which Leads To The Crash Heard Around The Entire Fast And Furious Franchise...

And Where Do I Begin To Talk About This Scene?

Red Dot=Sean And Neela

Blue Squiggle=Shaw

Gold ?= Han

First Off, I Know That This Was Just The 3rd Movie And Furious 7 Wasn't In The Blink Of Their Eyes Yet But All I'm Doing Is Giving A Funny Analysis Of A Scene That Was Way Different Then Than What We Know Now And Second, I'm Not Going To Go "Oh, There's No Cross There For Dom To Find" Shaw Could Have Planted That When The Camera Panned Up...

But Now Onto What I Have To Say, Starting With...

Sean Tries To Save Han Just As The Car Explodes!...

First Off, Shaw Would Not Take Any Chances, He Would Hold Sean Back To Make Sure The Car Exploded And That He Got What Wanted Then When Sean Asks Him "Why He Did That?" He Wouldn't Say A Word, He Would Kill Sean By Either Shooting Him Or Breaking His Neck Before Going After Neela Because They Were Witnesses! Then After That He'd Call Dom Saying...

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And Second, As We Get An Up Shot Of Sean And Neela Watching Han's Car Burn, We See That Shaw's Car Is Still There Beside Them! If There's One Thing I Know About Killers It's That They Always Flee The Scene Of The Crime Which Means Shaw Should Be Gone By Now Especially If There's Police Coming!

So, To Finish This Part Off, Shaw's Car Should Have Been Gone After The Job Was Finished And Sean And Neela Should Be Dead Now, This Review's Over, Bye!

Okay, It's Not Over, It Should Be, But It's Not Anyway, Sean Takes Neela To His Dad's Where They're Found By DK Who's Ready To Kill Sean, But Sean's Dad Is About Ready To Do The Same To DK Only For Neela To Say That She'll Go Back With DK If She Spares Sean So, He Does...

Ready To Put Sean On A Plane Home, Sean Tells His Dad That He's Not Running This Time, He Made This Mess, So It's Up To Him To Fix It To Which Dad Gives Him Credit For Trying To Fix His Problems..

With Twinkie Arriving In The Hulk-Mobile, He Tells Sean That Maybe It's Best He Listen To His Dad And Run But Sean Says He Can't, Deciding Instead Solve His Problems By Dealing With The One Person That DK Listens To And Can't Disobey, His Uncle!

Using Cash That Han Gave Him, Sean Manages To Get Into See Yamata By First Apologizing, Saying That Him And His Nephew Have Disrespected Themselves By The Way They've Been Acting And That He Wishes To Offer A Peaceful Solution By Challenging DK To Another Race With The Winner Staying In Tokyo And Loser, Leaving Town, Never To Return...

With Yamata Agreeing To Sean's Terms, Sean Gets To Han's Garage To Build A Car But Unfortunately, They Have Nothing, Police Confiscated Everything, However, They Do Find The Car That Sean Damaged In His First Race Against DK Which Leads Them To Combine What's Left Of That Into The Car His Dad Found..

Wait A Minute! The Hulk Mobile Has Hulk Toys And A Hulk Bobblehead On It's Dash!?! Oh, God, I Am So Glad I Am Done With Hulk Mobile Jokes Because There's A lot More I Could Take From This...

With The Car Built, The Night Of The Race Is Upon Them As Both Contenders Go To The Starting Line...

And I Think We Know What Happens, Yep, Sean Wins The Race And The Title Of DK With Neela Going Back To Him, Takashi Leaves Tokyo Forever And Everything Seems Happily Ever After. However, One Night At The Parking Garage, Twinkie Comes Over To Sean Saying That Someone Who Knows Han Wants To Race Him Saying That Han Was "Family" So Getting In His Car, He Sees A 1970 Charger, Gee, I Wonder Who's Driving It? Yep, Who Else But Good Old Dom...

And We Never Find Out Who Wins. This Movie Is Okay...

While This Film Does Have A Few Good Moments, It's Mainly Outweighed By A lot Of Bad, While The Setting Is Great, I've Seen Tokyo In A Lot Of Movies And TV Shows (More Recently On The Reality Show Better Late Than Never And If You've Got A Brain Please Watch It, It Is The Funniest Show You Will Ever See, It's Not On Tv Now But If You Have Hulu Watch It On There They Have Both Seasons) But Besides Me Doing A Promotion For An NBC Show, The Cast Was Very Bland Only Cast Member That Was Good Was Sung Kang As Han And While Some Of The Cars Were Well Designed Others Like The Hulk Mobile Were Ridiculous So In Other Words, Just Skip This Film And Go Right To Furious 7 Cause, You'll Be A Lot Happier If You Do...

Till Next Time, This Is Duke, Signing Off...

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