So I was recently watching party comments/reactions for certain thingies for DA2, and I came across a very crazy realization.
So when the whole party is being blood magicked by Idunna, the craziest things happened. So like - when Hawke asks these guys what the hell is wrong with them because they’re telling him to take it easy on her, all of the party members are like - naaaahhh just be gentle, she’s nice and we shouldn’t be hard on her - ALL EXCEPT for the mages…
So I was like - DA FUCK. All the mages are like - “Woah, what the hell am I saying, this lady is doing something weird, Hawke.” And everyone who isn’t a mage is like - “take it easy, she’s had it rough blah blah”, EXCEPT for Fenris! When Hawke is like, “what the hell is wrong with you?” Fenris is like “I-I don’t know, be careful.”
Why is he the only non-mage who doesn’t get fooled or enchanted (all the way) by this blood mage?
Obviously the answer is because he has those markings - BUT do you realize what this means!? You guys - this means Fenris’s connection to the fade is as strong as a mage’s.
Those lyrium markings don’t just affect his physical abilities, but his entire body is wired like a mage’s. He’s just as connected to the fade - Fenris just isn’t marked by lyrium - he IS lyrium. Woooaaahh. So basically - because lyrium exists in the fade just as much as in reality - his abilities actually give them the ability to phase into the fade.
THAT’S WHAT HE’S DOING WHEN HE PHASES.
He’s phasing in and out of the fade!
That also means that if he basically has that ability, then he should be able to physically travel between the two worlds. HEHEHE.
This also means that if he is lyrium, he should be able to hear and understand the song of both blue and red lyrium. (I’ll get to that significance another time).
What this also means, that if you for some insane reason, chose to have your Hawke “die” in the fade (the creators said that whoever was left in there isn’t necessarily dead) then Fenris is actually the only person (now that the Inquisitor had their arm chopped off) that is capable of saving him.
If Fenris is this perfect blend of a living lyrium catalyst, he could successfully enter the fade and get Hawke out of there. I firmly believe that if that was studied more than he would be able to do it. As Danarius had wanted of his slave, Fenris was basically a limitless supply of lyrium for his magic.(Again, how this is done I will get into another time).
Another thing that made me stop and turn to look at Fenris a couple times is his insane ability to feel the veil. Though they could be just offhand comments, I somehow doubt that. The example I’m referring to here is his comment as you walk on the Bone Pit for the first time. Fenris says: “Many slaves died here, their cries linger in the stone.” But if you recall from any Dragon Age lore, we all know that the veil is thin where great tragedy struck, such as war, murder, and of course the slaughtering of many innocent slaves. It’s obvious that what Fenris is “hearing” is the cries of the spirits who are mimicking the deaths of those slaves that were slaughtered. But the only way one could hear that, would be if they could actually feel the veil, much like any other mage who is attuned to the Fade. Fenris is just as attuned to it, and he shows this time and time again.
Of course he could just be being epic, but again, I doubt that, as that’s a pretty amazing comment for someone who isn’t a mage.
I’m also piecing this together in the aspect about this - after Fenris sleeps with Hawke, he says he’s was able to recall his memories. I think by now that us FenHawke shippers have a canon that Fenris’s markings light up during “intense” moments, but think about this. What if the reason why Fenris is able to recall his memories at that time is because his lyrium is allowing him to brief the fade? What if those markings bring him ever closer to the fade, to a point where spirits would begin to take the shape of his memories that he so desperately wants back? That would explain why he was able to recall those memories, even though his mind had been wiped, and also why he immediately forgot them once they had stopped.
Now, I know you must be thinking “wait - wouldn’t that mean that Fenris would be able to recall his memories every time he lit up to tear someone’s heart out?”
No, not necessarily.
I’m a huge fan of the idea that spirits of compassion, though rare, tend to seek those that are searching and looking for something. While Fenris fights, that’s obviously not pleasurable, and his mind isn’t focused on the things he wants.
However, I believe that while he and Hawke slept together, that was a moment of intense want. He wanted something, and his mind was in a place where coupled with that intense emotion, his lyrium linked to the fade. In this instance, it wouldn’t be too surprising that a spirit came along and generously allowed him to recall his memories.
I like this theory, and I think that, out of some of the ones I’ve heard, this is nicely simple and would explain a lot of his power.
I’ll keep adding to this if I find more proof!
(Also, if you’d like, I’ve posted a theory on how this plays a part in Hawke’s rescue. Check it out)
Headcanon: Dean teaching his daughter how to drive in the Impala
The first time she touched the wheel, she was three. Sitting on his lap while he pressed down on the pedals, her little hands completely enveloped by his large ones as he guided the slow-moving car around the cul-de-sac. Her giggled echoed off the car’s ceiling, bouncing back at him and making his eyes wrinkle around the edges.
Ten years later, they argued, she stormed out and snatched the keys on her way. As the door slammed, she bolted for the shiny black car, shoving the keys into the engine and looking down at all the gauges and buttons, wondering what exactly did what. Which was the gas, which was the brake? And what did all the letters stand for? Dean ripped the driver’s door open just as she pounded her hands onto the wheel and tears streamed down her face. He knelt down beside the car and let his not-so-small baby fall into his arms. One hand held her tight while the other smoothed down her hair. His calm voice, a harsh contrast to the yelling he’d just been doing, whispered softly in her ear, telling her it was okay, but then he joked that if she ever threatened to leave in his car again, he would disown her. She pulled back and chuckled, wiping the tears from her eyes as she shook her head.
Sixteen. Dean couldn’t believe how fast the time had gone. She was sixteen years old and had her driver’s license. She begged, pleaded, practically kissed her father’s feet to let her drive his most prized possession. When he finally gave in, she squealed and jumped into his arms, thanking him with a kiss on the cheek. He laughed lightly and eased himself into the passenger seat, an unfamiliar feeling, taking him back to when he was a teenager riding around with his own father. He instructed her, told her to start out slow, take it easy on her. Rolling her eyes, his daughter threw the car into reverse and backed out of her parking spot like a natural. The smile on Dean’s face shone brighter than the sun that day, so unbelievably proud of his oldest daughter that he couldn’t even try to contain it.
Of all the memories with girls he’d had in this car over the years, teaching his little girl to drive was by far his favorite.
Imagine: Sherlock Makes an Interesting Deduction about You
(Quick note: So, I’ve written a few Sherlock stories already, but
have been extremely hesitant to post them since I kind of have a problem
with promoting romance with drug addicts since it’s such a serious
thing. There are a few things about Sherlock’s character that I don’t
appreciate on the show, including his drug addiction and the not-so-nice
things he has said about God and people who believe in God. So let me
please just put a disclaimer that I do not in any way support those
things and won’t include them in my imagines. I hope that won’t make
you enjoy this story any less. Thank you!) Also, gif is not mine! Credit to original owner!
should know,” he began, taking a few steps closer. “I normally do not give in to such impulses.” He took
another step. His warmth was just out of
reach, and it was driving you mad. Standing there on the steps of flat
221B after a long and hard case, you became more aware of the bitter cold
surrounding you. You longed to close the distance.
sense told you that wasn’t a good idea. Sherlock was not one for
affection. Any female that tried to get close to him had been rejected,
and you refused to be another one of those girls. Despite the reality,
you ached to be near him. His focused
gaze captured you like a net would catch a bird. Physical contact had
been very little, but whenever you did feel his touch, even through one of his
gloves, it filled you with a radiating heat that sometimes made you
“What do you mean?” Despite the horrible battle taking place in your
mind, you managed to distract yourself a little by engaging him in
conversation. Perhaps his blunt words would snap you out of this almost
He let out a quiet sigh of what seemed like exasperation, rolling his eyes. It was as if explaining his vague words was such a chore. Typical Sherlock.
“The impulse, of which I speak, is to give in to sentiment.”
Suddenly, you he lifted a gloved hand towards your face to brush a few strands of hair from your eyes. Your breath caught in your throat at the simple gesture, and it
was suddenly hard to meet Sherlock’s gaze. The warmth left your face as
he hesitated, his hand hovering inches from your skin.
“It seems that the gesture is making you uneasy,” he concluded. Then, the corner of his mouth lifted in a half-smile
as he continued to observe your reaction. “But apparently it’s not
At this point, you couldn’t resist any longer. You leaned forward to wrap yours arms around him as your eyes shut. For
a moment, you were scared as to how he would react.
Was he just playing with you? Was this some sort of scheme? Some
strange plan of his to further a case?
Your doubts were cast aside as you opened your eyes to meet his. His
brows were raised slightly, and the lines in his face had softened as did his
What uncertainty you had left was quickly dismissed as he leaned in. Something in you sparked as his face neared yours… But no contact came.
“__________,” he said abruptly.
“__________.” This time, his voice sounded distant and firm. Almost irritated.
At that moment, you felt yourself pulled abruptly back to consciousness.
You groaned in frustration at the sudden awakening, but also partially from the
fact that your dream hadn’t been real.
“Take it easy on her.” You recognized the gentle voice of your friend
John as he spoke to who you realized was Sherlock. “It’s been a rough
case. She barely got any sleep these past few days.”
“Yes, well, she might as well be awake for the final moments,” Sherlock
“Wait, what?” You yawned, sitting up on the couch. “What happened?” You held back a painful groan at the aching
in your muscles from sleeping in such a cramped space.
“He solved the case,” John informed you, setting down a tray. “Tea?”
“Of course he did. And yes, please.”
You risked a glance at Sherlock who was texting away on a cell phone, probably
giving Scotland Yard the necessary details. Memories from your dream came
flooding back, and you blushed in embarrassment.
you alright, ________?” John asked, his eyes wandering your face with concern.
I’m fine,” you mumbled. “Just tired.”
spared a glance from the phone momentarily. “It appears that a dream
has her startled.”
face went from bright red to pale at his words. You hoped he wouldn’t
deduce much else.
John mumbled, oblivious to your anxious state. He gave you a small pat on
the shoulder, and you flinched slightly at the unexpected contact. “Don’t
worry. It was just a nightmare.”
“Yeah,” you chuckled nervously. “Stupid
“Not a nightmare,” Sherlock corrected, setting the cell phone down on a table
nearby as he approached the two of you. “Judging by her flushed
appearance, dilated pupils, and the fact that she is uncomfortable with even
brief physical contact with you, she was dreaming about a man.”
John’s eyebrows furrowed, his eyes shifting from Sherlock back to you
was an awkward silence that lasted several seconds. It’s not like there was any point in arguing
against his deduction. Everyone there knew he was right. Sherlock caught
your gaze, making you blush under his calculating stare. It took a millisecond for him to make further
deductions. He raised his eyebrows at
you incredulously. Crap.
we know?” he inquired aloud, his lips twisting into a teasing smirk as he
poured a cup of tea casually.
John warned, although his expression showed that he was confused as to why
Sherlock found the situation humorous.
“People normally don’t ask about that sort of thing.”
wondering.” A low chuckle rumbled from Sherlock’s throat as he turned his humorous gaze away from you and took a sip of his tea.
Sherlock’s back turned, John shot you a questioning look, to which you
responded with an uncertain shrug.
that you’d rather not continue the conversation, you stood up suddenly,
clasping your hands together and putting on a smile to hide your internal
off to get a proper night’s rest. Case closed. Good job, everyone.”
Your internal screaming continued as you saluted John, gave Sherlock a
thumbs-up, and headed to your room. Once the door was closed and you had
a moment alone, you face-palmed. “Did that
After a long morning of checking on the guards on post at
the gate, reviewing the armory’s inventory with Tara and inspecting the
progress of Tobin’s crew on the new wall supports Michonne felt as if she
should call it a day a little earlier than usual. She had twice her regular
workload since Rick was away at the Hilltop for the past week and a half doing
gun training. The people at Hilltop were trained with bows and arrows, however
Rick felt like it would be best for them to know how to shoot guns as well.
This war with the Saviors was drawing near and the Hilltop, Alexandria, nor the
Kingdom could bear any missteps. Maggie would have done it but she just had the
baby and it was doctor’s orders for her to take it easy, unlike how she
operated during the pregnancy.
Michonne let the warm water cascade down her body, washing
away the large suds that coated her. A shower is just what she needed to relax,
which she was finding harder and harder to do nowadays. Michonne knew fighting
the Saviors was inevitable, yet she could not fathom losing anyone else, and
Rick being gone from the house, even for the short amount of time it was, had
her all kinds of anxious. She had not been separated from him this long since .
. . well since the prison. Once they
agreed to reorder things together, they had been stuck at the hip.
Michonne turned off the shower head and grabbed her towel to
dry off. She then stepped out and put on her blue cotton robe, tying it closed at
the front so that she could carry on with her after-shower routine. The bun
atop her head flopped around as she swiveled her head singing in the bathroom
mirror. Her notes became muffled as she stuck her toothbrush in her mouth. She
lowered her head to spit out the spearmint and baking soda flavored paste into
the sink and almost jumped when she saw a figure in the mirror behind her.
Michonne spun around clutching her racing heart, “Rick, I
thought you had another two days at Hilltop?” Her husband stood before her in
worn black jeans and a tight brown shirt. Matter of fact, it was her favorite
brown shirt as it shown his arm and chest muscles teasingly. Her eyes then locked
in on his lips, pink and soft, a stark contrast to the grey scruffy beard encasing
them. He had been so busy that it had become neglected, growing into a wild
mass. Contrary to what she told him years ago, it didn’t bother her, the beard was
downright sexy. If only others known the places it had been.
From where he stood, a hand tucked in his belt, he answered
tilting his head slightly, “I did. Jesus learns fast. They’ll manage.” He crept
towards her with his bowlegged gait, his boots thudding against the linoleum
tile. “I missed you.” His tongue crept out to moisturize his bottom lip. Damn,
she was unsure if the moisture trickling down her legs was from the shower or
her own bodily fluids.
Regardless, she stood planted in her position, her eyes
flickered to his kind blue eyes. With every second they started to turn, a heat
of desire dawning them. “I missed you too.” Her voice came out so low that only
he could hear.
“Where’s Carl?” He was hovering in her personal space,
therefore she backed up, knowing that with these line of questions he was mere
seconds from wrecking her insides.
“At Tara’s house with Judith,” Michonne answered, ceasing to
break eye contact. Rick reached forward to pull at her robe’s ties, but she
protested, “Baby you’re dirty and I just took a shower.” The heel of her foot
bumped the wall behind her, yet he continued pacing forward, pinning her body against with his own. A grin lifted the corner of his lip, “That’s okay,
I’ll lick you clean.”
“Rick” she gasped. Without warning he hoisted Michonne
around his waist, swiftly carrying her to their bedroom.
First ever Pitch Fanfic… Be Kind… I “edited” this after work… sorry if I missed more than a few errors… This notion of a tattoo has me feeling some type of way… Shout out to the fandom you inspire me everyday… and @megaphonemonday for throwing me down the hole of this trope :)
Tell Me What You Want
Whoever thought it was a good idea to play truth or dare deserved bad things. The team was was away in Cincinnati and had unanimously voted against going out to the bars after the game. Sonny was still bitter about the TMZ thing and everyone else was on notice and ordered to keep their indiscretions to a minimum. So some genius came up with the bright idea to stay in tonight and drink a few beers in Blip’s suite. Minus Mike, all the usual suspects were present.
Everyone dismissed Old Man Lawson’s absence on account that he had been in a foul mood for the past two days. Everyone assumed it had something to do with Rachel, and left it alone.
Ginny wanted to care, but things were finally coming into place. She had recovered flawlessly and was playing her best ball. Amelia was back and had finally learned the meaning of boundaries, and Ginny had made it a point to check in with her mom and Will at least once week. Rehab put things into perspective and family needed to be on some level a priority. Rehab also taught her that you find out who your real friends are when the tide has turned, and it’s not looking so good.
The entire team rallied around her. Took her to appointments, even the guys who had always been a bit rougher around the edges were more than supportive. But she would have never imagined her Captain would essentially vanish. He was there when she woke up in the hospital. She remembered reaching for his hand when the doctor told her that she had elbow tendinitis. She would recover and play again. But Mike disappeared. No late night calls, no surprise visits, nothing.
Ginny had heard through Evelyn that he was back with Rachel. The information didn’t come out easily and Evelyn knew the effect it would have on her, but she needed to know. At that moment Ginny decided that she needed to move on and past wanting a man that didn’t want her and was still very much love with his ex wife. Even if she felt like time froze when they occasionally made eye contact that lasted for far too long, or when she violently tried to forget that night at Boardners. She wanted to forget his hand on her lower back. She wanted to forget his scent that is so distinctively Mike and so distinctively amazing. She wanted to forget that for that very real moment, he wanted to be with her too. But the moment passed. He was with Rachel, and that was the end of it.
Needless to say his absence came as a reprieve to Ginny. There’s only so many angst filled outings with the guys she could take.
“How about a game of truth or dare?” Javanes suggested as Blip rolled his eyes.
The suggestion was questionable but he got no nays and this version of truth or dare turned out to be a hybrid of truth or dare and kangaroo court.
Overwhelmingly, the guys including Ginny chose truth and were surprisingly honest about every lucid detail. Sonny proved to be worst than TMZ because he had the scoop on everyone. He got Dusty to admit to that rendezvous in Miami with German twins. Blip admitted to crying during the remake of Beaches, and Butch verified that the alleged picture of him in pink boy shorts does in fact exist. And Livan didn’t exactly confirm or deny hooking up with 2 Kardashians. It was all fun and games until Ginny’s horsey laugh came to an abrupt stop. Sonny said that next person had to chose dare and of course Ginny was next.
Ginny squared her shoulders, never one to back down. Not to mention, she figured Papi would take it easy or her… at least she had hoped he would.
“Alright Papi, what you got?” Ginny asked.
“Ok.. don’t kill me Mami, but inquiring minds want to know… where is your hidden tattoo?”
Ginny’s face instantly burned red. One little report and overnight #BakersTAT was a thing that even Elliot couldn’t stop. All these years she had managed to keep it hidden and somehow someone somewhere caught wind of it. Ginny knew she would eventually be outed, but she was hoping that would be sometime after she got the damn thing removed. The guys wouldn’t leave it alone for weeks and she thought the story was finally old news… But she couldn’t back down from this now, especially not after what Butch and Blip had just copped to.
“This is so messed up,” Ginny sighed running her fingers through her hair.
“Alright since no one is going to let this go.. ever..” Ginny started.
“I will show it to you Livan and you can confirm its existence,” Ginny explained to a sea of grumbles from the guys apart from Livan who was grinning from ear to ear.
Livan looked like he had hit the lottery, but he knew that if she showed it to anyone it was going to be him. He and Ginny were inseparable, real friends. Livan was finally understanding the true Ginny. Not in the way that Lawson did, he doubt they ever would have the connection that she and Lawson had, but it worked for them. Livan didn’t know what caused the rift between Mike and Ginny, but it was palpable. There was a great divide there that everyone felt. But Livan didn’t ask and Ginny didn’t tell.
Ginny ushered Livan into the bathroom of the suite and closed and locked the door.
“You’re a little shit, you know that Papi?” Ginny asked, smoothing her hair out of her face.
“Of course, but you would’ve pulled the same thing if you had something on me,” Livan stated.
“Duly noted,” Ginny said with a nod and a smirk that scared Livan just a tad bit. He knew Ginny wouldn’t forget, and he would get his eventually.
“Well you’ll have plenty of time to cook up your revenge later Mami. You know you can trust me, I won’t tell anyone what or where it is.”
“You can’t Livan,” Ginny added finally realizing that she was going to do this. She could’ve easily said no; not even Evelyn knows about her tattoo. Livan was her friend. She was sure he would have questions…questions she really didn’t have the answers to, but she did trust him.
“I won’t Baker,” Livan said in a serious tone as the guys obviously fought to eavesdrop from behind the door.
Ginny slowly took off her teal Nike racerback tank to reveal her blush Nike sports bra. She would be lying if it didn’t surprise her how big Livan’s eyes got. Their relationship had molded into best friends / brother/sister territory, but his expression was strained and Ginny found it slightly amusing.
Ginny peeled up the left side of her sports bra, along her ribcage and she heard the loud inhale from Livan. She hadn’t made eye contact with him before she heard him ask, “How long have you had that?”
“I got it when I was 18,” Ginny said, her voice slightly above a whisper. Livan didn’t look surprised, his expression was almost sad. The entire clubhouse knew there was always something between Mike and Ginny. Livan knew Mike couldn’t possibly be that stupid to try to start something with Ginny. But Livan had also witnessed on more occasions than he could count Mike staring at Ginny like he depended on her every word to live. No man looks at a woman like that that isn’t completely and fully in love with her. It’s only now that he realizes that Ginny is in love with Mike too.
It wasn’t the small 36 in ink that gave it away, but the many conversations he had had with Ginny about getting her tattoo removed that came rushing into his mind like a flood. Ginny had many opportunities and down time to get it removed, made appointments to go even, and yet she didn’t.
Livan didn’t have to ask because he knew Mike didn’t know about this.
“Well say something,” Ginny said fidgeting with her fingers after she put her shirt back on.
“I know the Old Man is senile, I just hope he’s not stupid.” Livan said, giving Ginny a weak smile.
Arriving back to her own apartment was new, but it was an upgrade from the Omni; she would adjust. No sooner than she had set her gear down, hopped in the shower, and climbed in her bed, her phone rang.
“So, why wasn’t I invited to the Padres sleep over?” She heard from a grumpy voice.
“You were, you turned us down.. remember?” Ginny replied.
“I turned down groupies, bad music, and cellphone paparazzi. But I could’ve been persuaded to witness you and your boyfriend’s first 7 minutes in Heaven,” Mike quipped.
“And just that quick, this conversation is over,” Ginny said with a little more bite than she intended.
“Not so fast Rook, geez, I remember the days when you could take a joke,” Mike huffed out.
“Well I’m not in the mood Lawson. I just want to relax and not hold this phone,” Ginny said as snuggled further into her bed.
“Well then come to the door and we can talk face to face, no phone required.”
Mike heard a dial tone and heavy feet stride to the door. This was likely a bad idea, showing up at Ginny’s apartment, unannounced and uninvited. But he wasn’t exactly thinking clearly. He needed to get to the bottom of all the chatter about Ginny and Livan. Blip was convinced that it was harmless and that they were more like brother and sister than anything else. But Mike knew he would be hard pressed to find any man in that clubhouse that wouldn’t lose his shit over an opportunity to spend time with Ginny Baker. And Ginny and Livan were close. A hell of a lot closer than he would ever like them to be. But he couldn’t be the dick that kept Ginny and Livan from developing as battery mates. He hated it, but Ginny’s game depended on having a great catcher, even if it wasn’t him.
His thought was instantly broken when she opened the door. Her curls were still wet; a few drops had dripped down to her very thin gray tank top… and holy boy shorts. Small. White. Tiny. Boy Shorts. Long, toned, caramel legs in those boy shorts. A perfect pear shaped ass in those boy shorts.
“Why are you here Lawson?” Ginny asked conjuring up more irritation than she actually felt. Her favorite Lawson was here, the one who wore Henleys and looked at her like she was the most precious and sexiest thing in the world.
Rachel. Ginny remembered, as her internal cold shower washed over her.
“May I come in?” Lawson asked as Ginny stepped to the side. Mike fought like hell to not look at her ass as she slid by, but failed as he caught a trace of the coconut scent he had grown so fond of.
“So are you going to tell me about Show and Tell or not?”
“Of all the things that came out that night, that’s what’s got you so worked up? Drop it Lawson,” Ginny said grabbing a bottled water from her fridge.
“I wouldn’t call this worked up Baker, just asking a question… a question you seem hell bent on avoiding,”
“None of your business,”
“This team is my business,”
“Here we go… seriously Mike, what is your problem? Your mood swings are making me nauseous. If this team was your business, where the hell were you during my rehab? The rest of the team was there. Where were you?” Ginny spat out. “You don’t get to lecture me about the team…” Ginny said exasperated. Ginny was so tired of this hot and cold bullshit.
“What exactly are we talking about here Gin?” Mike said feeling the heat in his face.
“Are we talking about the team? Rehab? Your rules? Your every attempt to keep me away!” Mike yelled.
“Keep YOU away? I wasn’t the one who bailed on their teammate Mike.. I wasn’t” Ginny stopped as Mike headed to the door.
“Gin, I’m tired of arguing. I’m tired of it. Tell me what you want.”
“Mike I don’t want to argue either, but..”
“Tell me what you want.” Mike said. Ginny could feel the exhaustion in his voice. She came and stood near him, willing her eyes not to water.
“The truth,” Ginny said, almost trembling.
“The truth… alright… the truth… Rachel and I split after your injury. I was a wreck. You got hurt and it was my fault. Rachel made a few comments about me getting over it and injuries being apart of the game, but I didn’t want to hear it. She said the first time we failed was because I was in love with baseball… this time she said we failed because….” Mike paused.
“It wasn’t your fault Mike, none of this was your fault.”
“I should’ve agreed to shut you down Gin, I should’ve..” Mike started as he felt Ginny’s hands clasp the sides of his face.
“This was not your fault.” Ginny said looking him square in the eyes. Mike cautiously wrapped his hands around Ginny’s waist and pulled her into him. Breathing her in, and muffling into her hair, he said one last time… “Tell me what you want.”
Ginny pulled back slightly from Mike, instantaneously missing his warmth. With faux confidence, she slowly pulled her gray tank top over her head and tossed it on the floor. Ginny paused before she lifted the soft pink thin fabric of her yoga bra slightly, just above her rib cage. With her right index finger she gently tapped just below the number, his number. She was exposed. Literally and figuratively. When Ginny had enough courage to return her gaze to Mike his eyes had grown dark.
If ya’ll want more, tell me! Comments and thoughts are encouraged…
Can be found on AO3 and FF.net, also this chapter under the cut….
Summary: What would you do if you woke up tomorrow with the last 5 years of your memories gone? After an unfortunate accident, Oliver Queen must figure out his place in a life he has no memory of whilst his wife, Felicity, does everything she can to support him. With emotions, secrets and relationships pushed to the limits; will love and friendship be enough to turn back the hands of time?
Authors Note: So I’m back with a new story! Firstly massive thanks to @mel-loves-all for helping me with the title, and for @laurabelle2930 for supporting and encouraging me constantly, especially to share this with you guys. SO this is very loosely based on The Vow, with no Green Arrow etc but it’s got a variety of twists and turns and this is going to be ANGSTY, full warning from the start this wont be all sunshine and roses, there will be happy moments of course, but if you don’t want angst this isn’t for you. NOW I hope you enjoy.
After a little bit of traveling while she’s figuring out exactly what she wants to do, Cat Grant decides revisit an old pen name. She wrote a few children’s books when she was younger under the name Charity Malkin, mostly to settle a bet with Lois, but there was no reason Charity Malkin couldn’t come out of retirement.
She finds she enjoys it, and finishes her first book in record time. She sends it in to CatCo’s publishing department, through the normal approval procedures. Sure, she could just order it done, but Cat refuses to take the easy option. Her employees have been trained to recognize quality, and if her book doesn’t pass muster, she’ll just have to try harder.
Her book is picked up, however, and the first limited run is snatched up quick enough that she’s approved for wider release.
Charity Malkin gets fanmail, drawings from little children and thank you letters from parents, but two letters are sent to Cat Grant specifically, despite her expecting at most one, or more likely zero. After all, Lois was the only other person who knew who Charity Malkin was.
Sure enough, one of the cards is from her former colleague, congratulating her and insulting her in equal measure. The other card didn’t come through the mail, but instead appeared on her kitchen counter along side a styrofoam container with breakfast from her favorite bistro in France. Kara’s card was short, congratulating her on her return and hoping for more, with no explanation as to how she figured out Cat was the author or why she had read the book in the first place.
Fueled by her initial success, Cat keeps writing. The average american family hadn’t been static over the years, and Cat refused to use the stereotypical 50s family. She didn’t always make it the focus, but her books were quickly noted as some of the best new examples of non-traditional families available. Divorce, Adoption, Gay Parents, Transgender characters, characters on the spectrum, and more. Cat did her research, interviewed real families to make sure she was accurate, because she knew children deserved to see themselves in books.
Cat has never been willing to settle once she’s on a roll, and she starts writing for older kids, first chapter books, then some young adult fiction, all the diverse casts she had made her mark with. She made sure anyone who read her books could find themselves in the pages, and from the fan letters that made it to her and the communities that sprang up, Cat had succeeded.
Kara kept sending her cards whenever she published something new, usually a few lines about what she thought, but sometimes, the whole card is full of words, and once or twice, there’s notebook pages torn out and stuffed in the card, and Cat reads every word, more than once. Those letters always end up in her collection of favorite fanmail, alongside pictures of kids and families dressed as her characters, fanart of her heroes, and letters that brought a tear to her eye.
Charity Malkin was successful, but reclusive. Cat had fun lurking on the official Charity Malkin forums, posting only occasionally, typically to end discussions that had gotten out of hand, or to critique particularly bad grammar. Her favorite section was the creative writing boards, and encouraged everyone to contribute. It was considered high praise to have TheCharityMalkin leave a comment, even when she only left a few words, because she rarely left more than that.
But Cat wanted to be able to interact with her fans more directly than through an internet filter, and began planning her reveal. A press release would be boring, and a media campaign wasn’t the right strategy. Inspiration struck when Supergirl landed on her balcony.
Supergirl hadn’t taken much convincing to agree to her plan, not that Cat expected it would. Two weeks later, Supergirl landed in front of the children’s hospital for a publicized meet and greet. A camera followed her as she met the kids and answered their questions. Eventually the kids were assembled for storytime, and Supergirl introduced her friend, Charity Malkin. The camera barely left her face as Cat read her new book, about an alien who came to earth, and how she had managed to adjust to life on a new planet. The kids clapped for the book when she was done, and Cat warmed because she knew they weren’t clapping just because of who she was, because most of them still didn’t recognize her. It was a change Cat didn’t know she would appreciate so much.
The video was sold to everybody pretty much immediately. Cat let the media run with it, and refused to answer her phone, except when Lois called for a comment, and Cat only did that because she knew nothing either one of the said would be fit for print.
Cat kept writing, though she slowed down production somewhat now that she was public. She refused to do a full book tour, but instead, she would fly out and did public readings and Q&A sessions in bookstores whenever it struck her fancy. Charity Malkin also spoke at fan conventions, where she lectured on writing and storycraft, and gave maddeningly obtuse answers whenever she was asked about a spoiler.
There was once a kingdom that gave birth to two sons. The eldest was to
rule, as was tradition, while the other married into a neighboring kingdom. The
Princess of that kingdom loved the younger prince dearly and the arrangement was
a perfect match. However, the eldest prince too needed to take a wife and he
did. A princess with skin as white as snow and hair as black as deepest ebony.
With flush cheeks and lips red as the rose she was given the nickname Snow
The now-King saw how Snow White’s eyes roamed to his younger brother’s
form when he and his wife visited. And so, he conspired with his advisor to
kill the Queen. For what use was an unfaithful wife? There were more than
enough women who would take her place; being easy on the eyes was not worth the
Arrow/LOT fic: time’s right but the clock’s wrong (O/F, OTA, 1/1)
If you like melodrama and darkness, have I got the fic for you.
Seriously though, I don’t know what the fuck this is. TW for blood and canon character death. Oliver/Felicity, OTA, Mature. Alternate ending to LOT 2x16. Title from Dessa’s “Warsaw.”
When Felicity comes to, she’s angry and scared and completely confused.
The last thing she remembers, she’d been captured and was on her knees in front of the man she’d vowed to kill. She’d been fighting pain in her legs, in her chest, wiping blood from her face, and then the lights had gone out, and she was back in the lair.
But the lair the way it used to be, before it all went so wrong.
And not only that, but that bastard Mick Rory was there holding her arm, telling her to take it easy, to look up, and that woman Sara, the one who was going to kill her, was holding the other arm, looking guilty and uncertain.
Struggling is involuntary, all instinct and reflex built over months of fending for herself, but she’s never really had the skills to make a difference. It’s a cruel irony that all her heroes are gone and that simple, useless Felicity remains.
“What the hell?”
She knows that voice. All the molecules in her body freeze at once; it doesn’t make sense, because the owner of that voice is gone, has been gone for over a year.
But it is him, somehow. “John?” she asks, not recognizing her own voice, weighed down with grief and disbelief.
John has his gun up, but he drops it immediately when he gets a good look at her, and his face goes blank. “Felicity? What…what happened to you?”
Request:A Raphael Santiago imagine where reader is in love with him secretly,and they get in fight.The reader doesn’t know what to don and kiss him,and after Raphael admitting that he’s in love with her too. Warnings:A little swearing,maybe I changed your request a little bit so I hope you’ll like it. Sorry if its long Being human sometimes wasn’t easy,especially when you have to deal with the supernatural things and having feelings for a vampire leader isn’t making things easier..I’m currently standing in a room in this Hotel DuMort,Simon sitting down on a couch looking nervously at me,while Magnus was using his magic to protect us.Raphael told them to watch over me while him and the Shadowhunters went to fight some other vampire clan that came into New York city thinking that they can take over the city.I didn’t understand why he didn’t let me come with them,why he was protecting me now when everytime I was around him he always made a rude comments about me being a'mundane’ or rolling his eyes at me.But no matter how bad he treated me I couldn’t help but fallin even more for him. I could hear them outside from the hotel and I want to go out and help them,help Raphael but beside Magnus and Simon doing that wasn’t easy.Magnus kinda of knows about my feelings for Raphael,but Simon…well…Not so much. ‘Simon do you think they have bottles of water in here..Somwhere?!’ ‘Ummm..Well..I’m not sure,but I can look.’ The best thing about Simon was that he always wanted to help even if it means that he’ll look for a battle of water.’Thank you,I aprreaciate it.’ As soon Simon left the room I run to Magnus ..’Magnus please let me out.’ Magnus looked at me ‘Sorry biscuit,not happening.’He turned around and continouing his action from before.’Magnus please,I need to be sure he’s okay.’ He hesitate for a minute ,then he used his magic to open the door..’Don’t make me regret it.’ I smiled at him ‘You won’t,I promise!’ and with that I runned out hearing the doors closing behind me.I ruuned as fast as I could towards the main entrance,when I finally was able to get out,I saw a tall guy holding Raphael by his neck pressed on the wall.Without thinking I saw a piece of broken glass laying on the ground,I grabbed it and only thing in my mind was to cut my arm so he would let Raphael go and turn he’s attention to me,but I’m not sure what I’ll do next. ‘Hey bloodsucker,you want this?!” He turned around a devil smirk playing on his lips,he let go of Raphael and started walking toward me,I saw a Raphael looking at me,but look wasn’t hateful it was like he was scared or something.The big guy spoke..’Well,well what do we have here,a little human being.’ I didn’t say anything,I couldn’t.’What are you?His sister,a friend..Oh I know…’He turned to look at both of us..’A beautiful lover.’ By now I couldn’t stand anymore of him ‘Oh shut up,will you?!’In a matter of second he was next to me holding me by my neck..’Nick put her down.’ Raphael said calmly. ‘So it is true,she’s your girl?!’ He looked at me then back to him..She’s nothing to me,just a girl who doesn’t know where her place is.’ It hurts so much hearing that from the person you love ,I know that me and Raphael didn’t get along since first day,but hate me this much..’Well you don’t mind if I do this.’ He throw me at the wall and I hit my back sliding down,blood still running down my arm.I saw him coming into my way and I just closed my eyes ready to take the hit,but instead I felt two strong arms lifting me up from the ground and I heard Raphael yelling..’Go,take her inside.’ When I finally had the strength to open my eyes I saw Alec putting me down on the couch,Magnus instantly run toward me..’I told you not to make me regret.’He used his magic and started healing me ‘And by that you meant for me not to die,and I’m not dead.’ ‘You’re close enough.’ The room went silent for a moment ,but then I heard loud steps and a very angry Raphael entered the room .. ‘Where is she?’ Everybody looked a little confused at first not sure what to say.’I’m here.’ He looked and I swear if look can cut he would cut me at half,by now everyone left the room except Magnus who was finishing my healing.He turned to leave but stopping right next to Raphael.’Take it easy on her,I maybe healed her but she’s still beaten up badly.’ Raphael just nodded and Magnus left the room.Suddenly it become really quiet,I slowly stood up from the couch walking closer to him.’I-’But I was cutted of with him yelling at me.’That was really stupid,what were you thinking?!” I don’t know why but I just felt the urge to kiss him so I did,at first ‘I could tell that he didn’t know what’s happening,but soon he returned the kiss.I let go of him and turned away .’I did it because I love you,and I would do it again without thinking.Because seeing you hurt scare me so much.Maybe for you I’m nothing but to me you are everything,and I know that you never going to love me like I love you.’..I turned around so I can look him in the eyes ‘And never is a very long time,and the time isn’t really in my favor.So now I’m just gonna go and ask Magnus to portal me back home,and I will make sure that you don’t see me again.’ I grabbed my jacket and walked away ready to exit this room,this hotel..When.. ‘STOP!’ I was frozen by his sudden outburst.. ‘I do love you.’ I turned slightly confused ‘You do?’ ‘Yeah,I do!’ I was still confused so now was his turn to talk…I guess.. ‘I thought if I’m being rude to you I will make things easier,but it wasn’t like that.And seeing how that vampire throw you at that wall,scared the shit out of me.I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you,and I was angry at you because you were ready to risk your life for me.’ He came closer taking my hands in his.’Why didn’t you tell me anything?’ He looked me in the eyes ‘Because..I never felt this way,I never loved anyone like I love you.But now that I know that you feel the same way about me I’m never letting you go,not now..Not ever..’ He leaned his forhead at mine.’Promise?!’ This is really happening he does love me..’Promise.’ And with that I couldn’t help but smile like a idiot.After all loving someone isn’t that bad when you know that they love you in return
“I’ve fallen in love with you” She says through sobs. He looks over at her from his spot on the end of the bed, and just shakes his head.
“You can’t love me. We’ve been over this. I’m not the relationship type. We agreed this was nothing more than sex when this whole thing started between us” He simply replied, noticing more tears falling down her cheeks.
Wiping the tears off her cheeks with the sleeves of the sweatshirt she was wearing which happened to be his, she picked her head up, before her feet hit the ground. “Then we’re done here. Whatever this was is now over”
“You don’t mean that” His face suddenly fell, his whole body turning towards where she stood.
“I do mean it. We both knew something like this was going to happen, so I’m ending this now. When we’re at work, we act professional, other than that we have nothing to do with each other” She replied sniffling.
He shook his head. “Don’t do this”
“I didn’t do anything. I wanted to mean more to you then just a fuck buddy, but it’s clear that all you want is to run around and fuck everything that walks like a little boy. Grow up. I’m done with this, and I’m done with you” She added in, grabbing her bags, and taking a last look at the guy she’s fallen for, leaving him and her feelings for him behind. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX That was a year ago, and Braylin Crawford could not be happier, with where she was in her life. She had asked for a leave of abscense for that time, just so she could get her head right. She had been at the performance center, working with the trainers, hoping to get back into ringshape. Working with the girls down at NXT Braylin not only got herself back to where she was, she also helped the other girls, moving them along in their training, with her being in the business for a little over 5 years. Each day she had gotten back to her old self, leaving that depressed girl she had become in the past. The doctors had kept a close eye on her, making sure not only was she working on her ring technique, but most importantly, making sure she’s healthy.
A full year. That’s how long it took her to get back to the ring. It was currently Wrestlemania weekend, and she was set to return to the ring the Monday after Mania. No one knew she was making her return, and she decided to keep it a secret. Stepping out of the taxi, she paid fare, sent the taxi driver a quick smile, before shutting the door. With her suitcase handle in one hand, and her bag in the other, she made her quick entrance in to the building, where NXT Takeover Orlando, was being held that night. With a flash of her employee badge to the guard who stood by the door at the back of the arena, and the clacking of her heels on the floor beneath her, she was in. Looking around she saw people running around, trying their best to make sure everything was perfect for the show that night. Superstars and divas ran around the backstage area, putting the finishing touches on their ring gear, and going over last minute strategies before their matches. Pulling her suitcase along with her as she walked, making sure she didn’t get in to anyone’s way as she walked through the backstage area. Heading towards the lockerooms, she quickly waved hi to everyone working, before finding Triple H’s office. Knocking softly, she heard a very faint ‘Come In’, as she opened the door. Triple H was sitting at his desk, phone in hand, and he was writing something down on the pad in front of him. Braylin patiently waited, not wanting to inturrupt his phonecall. Leaning against the doorframe, Braylin looked around the office, her eyes stopping on a poster of him. The guy that broke her heart a year ago. It felt like he was smiling through her, so she decided to concentrate on something else.
Triple H hung up the phone and turned to the brunette standing in the doorway. “Braylin what do I owe the pleasure of you visiting?” Triple H asked.
“Well, I’m sure you talked to the trainers, and also the doctors, and I was just wondering if it’s okay for me to return to the ring” Braylin simply replied, making her way into the office.
Hunter got up off his chair, and walked to where she stood. “I not only talked to the trainers, but the doctors as well, and I’m pretty sure, you’re cleared to return to the ring this Monday night on Raw” Hunter added in, with a smirk. Braylin squealed, as she ran over to where Hunter was, and hugged him lightly. “Thank you so much Hunter. I really appreciate it”
“No need to thank me. I’m excited to see what you’ve been up to since last year. I’ll be in contact with you, when I get more details" Hunter simply said, as he put out his hand.
Braylin nodded, before shaking Hunter’s outstretched hand, and with another smile, she walked out of his office. Pulling her suitcase behind her, she walked the rest of the way down the hallway towards catering, where she saw some familiar faces. Liv Morgan sat in the table with Aliyah, and Ember Moon, caught up in their own conversation. Setting her suitcase against the wall Braylin walked towards the girls table, and cleared her throat.
“Hey girls. Room for one more?”
“Braylin!” Liv yelled jumping out of her seat and hugging the blonde with everything she had in her.
“Liv can’t breathe” Braylin replied with a giggle, as her friend let her go.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry” Liv quickly said pulling back from Braylin, as she was pulled into another hug with both Ember and Aliyah.
“What are you doing here?” Aliyah asked excitedly as the girls all sat back down at their table.
“Do you really think I was missing Takeover? I haven’t missed one in 3 years, and I’m not going to start now. I’m excited to watch ms. Ember kick some serious ass tonight” Braylin grinned, fist bumping Ember.
All 4 girls sat and chit chatted about what was going in their lives, catching up with each other. Braylin knew the subject of him who should not be named would be brought up, and Braylin secretly prayed the subject didn’t come up within the conversation.
“BC” Braylin heard from behind her.
Turning her head, she saw Johnny Gargano standing there with a grin on his face. “JGar” She replied standing up, before hugging him.
“What’s up Blondie?” Johnny asked, hugging her back.
“Came back to visit. Needed to come see if you can still wrestle” Braylin giggled.
“Ha Ha” Johnny rolled his eyes. “Catch up later?”
“Of course. Tell Candice I said hi, and that I miss her”
“Will do” Johhny quickly said, before leaving with his tag team partner. Braylin sat back down at the table, as her head looked towards the doorway, and a familiar face walked in. Braylin’s face fell, and she prayed he didn’t see her.
Finn Balor walked in to the catering area with Shinskue Nakamura at his side. The 2 were enveloped in their conversation, when Finn locked eyed with Braylin. It had been a year since he’s seen her, and to say he missed her was an understatement. Finn turned to his friend, and said he’ll be right back, as he made his way over to where Braylin sat.
“Bray” Finn said softly.
“Hi Finn” Braylin replied with the same tone in her voice.
“You look good. It’s been awhile”
“Yeah it has. I should really get going. I have to get situated into my hotel. It was nice seeing you. I’ll see you girls later” Braylin told her friends, and then giving Finn an uneasy smile.
Walking slowly out of the catering room, Braylin grabbed her suitcase, and wheeled it behind her, dragging it down the hallway, away from everyone. Leaning against the wall, tears started to well up in her eyes, as her mind went wandering back to the memory of the days of her leaving Finn behind, and how it affected her.
The first couple of months she had a hard time at work. Her matches haven’t gone as well as she wanted them to. She would hibernate in her hotel room, not wanting to be around people. Her friends, and everyone in the company was worried about her. She was usually the happy go lucky girl that everyone loved, but people could see something was seriously wrong with her. She stopped eating, and spent as much time in the gym as she could, that sometimes she would make herself sick. The lack of sleep was getting to her, and her body was shutting down. Health officials took notice, before taking action when she passed out in the middle of a match with Bayley. Everyone in the arena, everyone backstage, and even the audience was stunned at the scene in front of them. As Braylin was being taking out on a stretcher, her best friend Sasha Banks, rushed to get into the ambulance with her. Braylin layed still, hooked up to wires, as her eyes were still tightly shut. Her mouth was slightly open, and her breathing was very ragged, but her chest was still steadily moving up and down. After being taken to the hospital, she was given fluids, to keep her hydrated, and even though Braylin told Sasha to leave, and that she would be fine, Sasha objected, saying she would only leave if Braylin ate something. Braylin quickly agreed and ate soup and crackers to make Sasha happy.
Staying in the hospital for 5 days, Braylin was discharged when she was finally healthy enough to stand on her own. The first couple days spent at home, was her mostly taking it easy, and sleeping alot to get her sleep schedule back on track. Sasha checked in on her reguarly, through facetime, text messages, and phonecalls. Eventually her eating habits came back, and she was moving forward, making her back to feeling like her old self. Finn had left several voicemails, along with tons of text messages, when she finally blocked his number, and all of his social media, so he had no way in contacting her, and that was that, because she hasn’t heard from him, and she kinda liked it that way.
Braylin didn’t think seeing Finn again would make her so upset, but here she was crying all alone in an empty hallway. The man she loved, and still did to this day walked over to her like nothing happened between them, and she was not sure she liked that. All Braylin knew was that on Monday, they would be co-workers once again.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: HEY EVERYONE! MY NAME’S ASHLEY AND I’M A NEW WRITER! THIS IS MY FIRST SHORT STORY/CHAPTER STORY THAT I’M POSTING, AND I’M TRYING MY HARDEST TO GET BETTER AT MY WRITING! SPECIAL THANK YOU TO LAURA @hardcorewwetrash, FOR READING MY FIRST STORY, AND GIVING ME HER HONEST OPINION!
P.S. I DON’T OWN FINN BALOR OR ANYONE FROM THE WWE. I ONLY OWN MY ORIGINAL CHARACTER, AND EVERYONE YOU DON’T RECOGNIZE.
The reason why team DR is team of demons: They promoted like they were main ship and killed off without much bait.
Just personal thoughts on Amami’s true intention: I think the reason why Amami said he will end the game was because he knew how to find the mastermind as he was survivor to the last game. He was planning to pinpoint&summon the mastermind by going to the most sensitive place for her (library). If he managed to kill her, he’d be the one ending the game. If he got killed, he thought that the guys were going to find out the real culprit in the first trial and finish the game without further murders.
And the reason why he told Kaede that it might be a good idea for her to take things easy and he was worried about her: if Kaede provokes the mastermind too hard by trying to defeat her, she will be framed for murdering when Amami is killed as a part of his plan.
And sadly, his worries happened. I think Amami is this kind of guy.
I believe the dwarf is the rakshasa. I cast many things and Keyleth is in there - nothing hit him! And, and I silenced him, so he didn't -
You left her with him!?
No! Well, I mean, I'm sure she's fine -
*shoves Tiberius out of the way and runs headlong into demon-related danger just to protect the precious half-elven druid princess that he's totally not desperately in love with or anything what are you talking about?*
Smoky Mountain Rain
A Supergirl Story- by superkara
For Supercat Week, day 1, abilities
This story came from the song Smoky Mountain Rain by Ronnie Milsap. Kind of. It’s not as close as I would have made it, or as long as initially intended, but as I thought this up 7 days before Supercatweek, and had 7 stories to write, that’s right I’m writing a fic for each day, then needless to say, it’s kinda rushed.
I might make an extended version at some point, but I have so many unfinished supercat fics at this point that I could write for months and not finish them all, I figure I should devote some time to those. But, alas, every time I start writing one, I think up 3 more, so I should have a fic for any situation now. Anyways, enough with my rambling, I hope you enjoy this.
Day 1, supercat week, abilities
Cat stared at the rain pelting the beach and deck of her vacation home and sighed, wondering what National City looked like tonight. Whether it was sunny or gloomy like it was here. Cold and wet. The thought of sunshine brought Kara into her mind for the trillionth time that day, and Cat sighed again, her breath fogging up the window before her, blurring the view.
“Was it a mistake, Kara? To let you go?” Cat asked to the window, watching with tears in her eyes as lightning crackled dangerously over a choppy, angry sea. “You told me heroes never run. I did exactly that. So why did you ever call me a hero in my own right? Clearly I’m nothing close to you.”
“She was the one that got away from me.” Cat explained sadly to the girl that had joined her at the bar a little while ago, asking if she could use company for a while. She was beautiful, Cat had to admit. Long white blonde hair, pale green eyes, a pouty smile. She was a stunner. But she was no Kara.
“Have you considered calling? Apologizing?”
“Mm. No.” Cat said, tear soaked eyes on her empty bourbon glass. “After running away first, I don’t get to do that. I don’t have the right to come crawling back for her forgiveness.” Cat smirked at the memory of their exchange outside CatCo. Kara looking at her in utter shock when Cat had blurted out that she loved her assistant. And then Cat’s mistake. Kara had wanted to speak. She’d been about to say something, her cape fluttering behind her in the wind blowing recklessly through the city streets, and Cat had left then. She’d left and stopped whatever Kara had wanted to say, and Kara being Kara, hadn’t followed, too struck to speak. “I just wish I’d had the courage to let her speak.”
“You were emotional, scared.” The girl, Kassandra was her name, said in a soft, caring tone, sipping at her mineral water.
“I don’t deserve the fear though.” Cat said sadly, twisting the delicate glassware in her fingertips as she spoke. “She takes fear and turns it into strength. She uses it as her power. If I can’t meet her like that… well. She’s so above me…”
“Tell me about her. Maybe it’ll help…”
“She’s… she is, no. She WAS my best girl. Best assistant I ever had. Through the yelling, the anger, even corporate destruction, she didn’t leave me. She stayed with me. I suspect I know why…” Cat stopped for a second, thinking. She knew why. Kara was Supergirl. But she didn’t have the right to reveal that name. “But, regardless, she was like a ray of sunshine, somebody I looked forward to seeing in my office. Which is exactly why I don’t have the right to a chance with her.”
“Because she was your employee.”
“But it happens. It happens so so much. If she hadn’t worked for you, you would probably never have met the girl. Maybe there’s a reason…”
“It’s not that.” Cat said, stopping the other girl. “I know it happens. I’ve seen it happen in my office. My photographic journalist, his girlfriend works on the same floor. She was his girlfriend and I still hired her on the spot. I know it can work. But it’s the fact that she deserves so much better. She’s such a bouncy happy little thing, the last thing she needs is me, such a cold, icy person. She needs someone who will treat her like a precious rose. I’d just wilt her with my cold words. I can’t give her what she wants.”
“What is it you think she wants?”
Cat looked at the woman beside her, eyes narrowed in concentration, wondering why this woman was being so mysterious. “She wants brevity. Happiness. Beach trips and flowers. Cuddling all weekend and calling in sick to work so she can spend another day with you because two days wasn’t enough. All I can give her is coffee addiction and more work. She’s 27, and I’m… this. She’s practically… I could be her mom. She deserves everything else, not coffee and am meetings and late nights at the office.”
“Maybe that’s what she wants?”
“I’m sorry?” Cat asked, a little defiant.
“Not all girls are the same, Cat. Maybe she wants to wake up with you at 4 am and go to CatCo together, with you. And then stay till 8pm and go home together and work until late into the night. Some girls aren’t fragile little flowers. Some are stronger, like the stem of the rose, holding up life.”
“That’s insane.” Cat scoffed softly. “If she’s the stem than I’m the thorn.”
“Every rose has it’s thorns, Cat. The stem holds the thorns.” Kassandra noted, turning to Cat to speak to her head on. “Is it insane? You say she’s your best. I think, if she kept coming back even after the yelling and company failure, and the cold lattes and the endless work, she’s not a fragile rose petal. Maybe she’s made or more.”
Now Cat said nothing. Because despite how much she wanted it to be false, to be right, she knew Kassandra was right. Not her.
“Oh, my girl is here. I’ve got to go.”
Cat looked up with a little smile as Kassandra slipped off the barstool and walked over to a beautiful Latina girl in the doorway, the turned back and came back over for a minute.
“Don’t be stubborn, Catherine. Call the girl. If she’s moved on, at least you’ll know. But if she’s as good as you make her seem, then she won’t desert you. She’s probably just as hurt as you. All you need is $1 and a pay phone to hear her voice.”
Cat watched as Kassandra slid a few coins across the tabletop and smiled, then turned back to her girlfriend, who waved shyly at Cat, and then they walked away together. Cat barely heard Kassandra speak, and saw her girl smile. “Work time?”
“Yeah, let’s go.” Kassandra answered, and Cat smiled, nodding to herself. Well damn.
Cat watched for a minute, looking at everything and nothing, and then decided that maybe yes. Maybe Cat did need to make that call.
No answer. Cat sighed and waited, listening to the ever annoying ring of CatCo phones, and thought, praying to hear Kara pick up the other end. Finally someone picked up, but it wasn’t Kara’s sunny voice. Cat sighed and looked up, wondering where Kara was. It was mid afternoon in National City. Kara should be there, knowing Kara, this was very weird. Kara answered all the phones. Every damn time.
Cat sighed, her eyes on the rainy grey skies, and felt a stray raindrop land on her nose. James was there. Well, okay. Maybe Supergirl was busy, though Cat hadn’t heard anything from the girl on news or otherwise in days.
“Cat. Um… calling to check in?”
“Uh, yeah. Sure. Listen, is Kara around? I need to talk to her.”
“She actually isn’t. She took two days off sick, and hasn’t called in yet. I told her she can take as much time as she needs, but…”
“A Supergirl thing?” Cat’s asked without thought about her words, fear rippling through her veins at the thought of the girl of steel, sick.
“Relax. I know about her little secret. Is she alright?” Cat asked, ignoring the rain that was now opening falling heavily, turning the grey world around her a dark brown, slipping through the thin fabric of her suit vest, cold on her shoulders.
“I don’t honestly know. You know she lost her powers before. She should be fine, I just told her to take it easy for a few days. Relax. Paint. Sleep. I haven’t heard from her besides a text two days ago saying she was a little sick. I wouldn’t worry much, Ms. Grant. She’s Supergirl. She probably just caught a cold when she lost her powers.”
“I see. Okay. Well, could I have her cell number? I need to give her a call.”
James relayed a number to her, and Cat hung up sadly, then decided to take her next call off her cell inside, because of the damn rain that felt more like a flood at this point.
When she got to her hotel room, soaking wet, went straight for her phone and punched in the numbers with shaking fingers. Both at having Supergirl’s private number finally, and because even though James claimed she was fine, Cat felt something off.
Cat held herself together for the three separate times she tried Kara’s cell, laughing at the message even though she felt sick with worry. Cat tried it one more time, listening through the 4 rings and then Kara’s message tone. “Hi, you’ve reached the Supergirl hotline, how may I save you?”
“Kara, please pick up. Let me know you’re okay. I know I don’t deserve to hear your voice, but Kara, please. Just say hi. That’s all I’m asking for.” Cat stopped the message, clicking the bar away, and fought the urge to throw her phone across the hotel room floor.
Cat knew that under all circumstances, Kara should be fine. Of course, Kara should be fine. But for some weird reason Cat couldn’t place, something here felt wrong. Something felt off. As if Kara wasn’t safe as everyone believed her to be. Cat had always had a sixth sense of Kara, something she also didn’t understand, and knew whether the girl was okay. If she wasn’t, Cat felt tingly. Every damn time. If Kara was hurt, Cat knew. She couldn’t explain it, something along the lines of how Kara always knew things before she did. Right now, Cat was buzzing out of her skin. Which told her something was very wrong. She’d rarely felt this before. Cat grabbed for her phone again, switching to messages.
Cat texted her too, leaving multiple messages, apologizing first and then asking for Kara to please get back to her. Even one word. If Kara as much as told her to fuck off and leave her alone, Cat would. But she would not stop this until Cat was sure the girl was okay, because this uncanny sense she had about Kara’s wellbeing was making her feel straight up sick to her stomach, and the last time she’d had that Kara had been nearly dead in an underground facility while the world fell apart above her. Cat hoped this wasn’t similar in any way.
After 15 minutes with no response, Cat couldn’t wrack her brain anymore, sitting here sopping wet and scared. She didn’t know how she felt Kara like this, she just did. But she was getting worse, and to figure this out, she needed a clear head. And that required a walk. So despite the rain, and the wind, and the cold, Cat grappled for her black trench coat, and stuffed her phone into her pocket and left, going mindlessly, not even looking up to see which street she headed onto. She needed to think. Calmly think. Better for her to mindlessly walk. It helped.
It didn’t help. 40 minutes later Cat brushed wet bangs from her forehead and sighed at her shaking hands. From the cold this time, not Kara. But her fear of Kara… Cat thought back to her days with Kara, the girl’s mismatched desk, oddities and weird things that the girl collected and placed. It became some sort of weird art, and despite Cat’s perfectly organized sense of style, Kara’s oddity appealed to her. Cat couldn’t fathom why, on anyone else it would come off as disgusting.
But Kara, with the 4 pairs of vintage sunglasses on her desk, three yellow photo frames with no images, a cup that seemed meant for lost zipper ends, a rainbow of paper notes, and an even wilder array of pens, and a computer screen with so many star stickers on the edges that Cat would get dizzy. What was it about this girl and yellow, in her dresses, in her flowers, in her shoes, in her hair, and if one stared long enough, and Cat had, there was one tiny fleck of yellow gold in her gorgeous blue green eyes, just one. Seemingly only there to amuse. And to sparkle. Oh god how it sparkled. Oh Kara… how had Cat ever done something so idiotic as to leave the girl? Kara… Supergirl…
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Cat said softly, apologizing for bumping into another pedestrian while she was thinking about this so hard she didn’t know where she was walking, and looked up to watch the road more properly, and stopped, noticing the wild rainbow on the window beside her. Normally she wouldn’t notice, but she did, because Kara was on her mind, beautiful Kara, and Kara loved rainbows as much as she loved yellow and stickers.
Cat looked up at the poster and her lips parted. It was a portrait. Two women. Hugging. Blonde. Beautiful. One slightly older, but not as much as Cat was to Kara. Cat shook her head. She and Kara could never be this. But this, it was stunning. A rainbow of clothes on them, laughing over the same ice cream cone, the younger girl with sprinkles on her nose, the older one with the sweet treat melting down the cone and over her fingers, laughing at her younger girlfriend…
Her girlfriend. Cat smiled at the image, and then read the words, and her heart stopped. Everything stopped. The world around her seemed to stop and work in slow motion, broken, wet, cold, the rain falling in slow motion.
If she’s the one, tell her. Is she your super soulmate?
Kara sat on one of the cold metal DEO tables, beneath the few sunlamps, and sighed. She didn’t feel off, not physically. She could still fly, breathe ice, X-ray anything, it was only her strength. How odd.
“Are you sure you feel alright? No weakness, dizziness, nausea? Maybe…”
“Nope.” Kara confirmed with a shake of her head. “I feel fine. I just don’t have my strength.”
“Kara?” Winn asked, walking into the room quickly.
“What’s up?” Kara asked, sliding off the tabletop resolutely.
“Cat’s texting your phone. 4 missed calls and 5 texts.”
“Ignore it.” Kara said tightly, and Alex turned to look at her directly, unable to remember the last time Kara had refused her boss anything.
“She wants to know if you’re…”
“I said ignore it. She… I can’t… I have nothing to say to her.”
“Didn’t you at she confessed her love to you?”
“And then she told me it was stupid of her to do so. She told me she loved me, and then left. She ran away from me. And she never mentioned Kara. She mentioned Supergirl. I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t be so emotional, but I can’t be good about this. I’ve loved her ever since I walked into her office for my interview. When she told me she loved me, I was thrilled. Then she told me she wished she didn’t. Listen, can we please focus on figuring out what happened to my strength, not my love life? Or, lack of it?”
Alex glanced around nervously, then focused back on her table of laptops, and thankfully everyone else did too, ignoring Kara’s little outburst. Supergirl was dangerous when she was mad, and thankfully everyone knew that enough to know when to let the girl deal alone.
Cat sat back and sighed, waiting for a response. Winn had texted her back on Kara’s number, which told her that Kara had to in fact be at the DEO, since Cat knew Winn worked there now. And that made her worry more, because if Kara was at the DEO, then that meant she was likely there because she was unwell, because James had said she was sick, a bit. Hopefully it was only a bit. Cat had that feeling that told her it was more. Way more.
When her cellphone beeped, Cat nearly jumped out of the seat in the back of the taxi carrying her back to the airport. Cat was going home. To Kara. Now. It was time to tell Kara. That Cat finally knew. That she believed in heroes and demons, in angels and devils, and that Kara was her soulmate. Because Cat had always followed rules. And regulations. Maybe it was time to dive for real, and this kind of diving required taking a beautiful woman’s hand in hers, and leaping with someone who could fly.
Cat had never believed in the preposterous idea of a soulmate, but Kara had. She’d mentioned the idea more than once in lazy conversations about other people, and now Cat couldn’t help thinking, maybe Kara hadn’t been that wrong. Because when the girl is your best assistant, your hero, your ultimate, then maybe she should be the one designed for you. Maybe she had been designed for Cat. And because Cat was who Cat was, then maybe the angels went a little nuts and sent her from a different universe. Just because special deserved unique. And Cat definitely deserved a heroine as a soulmate.
‘She’s losing her powers. She’s slowly fading. I don’t know what she did, but her powers… she looks tired. She never looks tired.’
Cat gasped at the text, then quickly responded.
'I know what’s happening. I’m coming home to her. This might sound stupid coming from me, but I think she’s losing her powers because of my being gone. It makes no sense, but I can feel her. I know she’s unwell. I’m on my way home now.“
'That’s not stupid. You’re her one. On her world, there was soulmates. She simply never thought she would find one on earth. She’s given up.’
'Tell her I’ll be home soon. And that I’m sorry. Tell her not to give up.’
'She… she said I should ignore you. She says she doesn’t care…’
'Tell her to believe. She’s a hero. It’s what she has to do.’
’'I can drop you off as far as Houston. I’m turning back from there.”
“Anything. I can pay you…” Cat offered, ready to pull out her little wallet, or a cheque. $100, $1000, $1,000,000 she’d pay it to get closer to Kara.
“Please don’t. It’ll be good company, someone with me. Someone to talk to other than the radio. I leave in 30. Is there anything you need to get? Are you hungry before we leave?”
“No. I have everything.” Cat shook her head, messy curls falling over her coat shoulders, still wet. “Well, I don’t know about talking. I’m pretty boring, people tell me.”
“I’ve heard the rumors of your cold smile. I know who you are. It’s odd to me that you aren’t using your millions to get to her through the air, but I’m sure you’re willing to say. Take a seat.” He offered, and Cat gratefully took it and ordered a cup of bold coffee, black. Strong. Dark as hell and hot as fire. “But the thing is, and maybe is my heart talking here, but love is never boring. It’s wild, untamed, and painful as hell. But it’s good when it’s real. Tell me about this girl. I know you’ve had your share, I read a lot of magazines as I pass through towns, but if this one has you running across the country frantically to find her, well, she must be really something.”
“I… I’ll explain on the way. I… she has secrets I’d rather not reveal in… here.”
“I think I already know.” He said and slid over a magazine, he kept the pages parted with his thumb, and Cat took it and flipped it open partly, and gasped at the sight. Her, telling the world that she was naming the new hero Supergirl. Cat flipped to the front and found the magazine over 2 years old. That explained the faded edges and crippled pages, and met the man’s eyes, nodding slightly. He just smiled and finished his meal quickly, then dropped the napkin and a tip onto the counter and got up, offering his hand to Cat as he did so. She didn’t take it, but followed gratefully, settling into the passenger seat of the truck as he fired the car up, and the radio came on and softly blared something old and country. He went to flick it off, but Cat shook her head and told him to leave it if he wanted to. That she really didn’t mind.
And it might come as a shock, but Cat did have a soft spot for that old country, and besides, the sweet sweet love songs spoke of exactly what Kara was, all sugar and spice, all blueberry pie on sunny windowsills, and bluebirds singing. And suddenly all Cat wanted was her kitchen, with a slice of such a pie, Kara in her arms kissing whipped cream off her nose, and sunshine filtering through the curtains.
“So, she’s quite super, isn’t she?” The man said, quoting with his fingers as they slowly took off onto the highway, and Cat sighed and laughed, drying her hair in a few napkins she’d stolen from the tabletop inside the cafe.
“To find her, can you make these big wheels burn?”
By the time Cat arrived in the place the man had promised, it was a lot of days later, and Cat had long run out of battery in her phone, and had randomly stopped to make calls from phones to keep tabs on Kara’s situation, and had gotten more sad with every call in. Kara was getting worse. She was powerless, and currently so sick she just slept. Always slept. She talked to Alex directly now, no longer Winn, and Alex was as eager to have Cat back as Cat herself was. Kara still didn’t talk to her, until this call. Now, Cat wished she had enough power to crush the phone like Kara so often had at work when something ticked her off.
Now it was Kara that had ticked Cat off.
Kara was gone. Just gone. Alex didn’t know where, nobody did. Kara was just… gone. She had left at night, apparently for fresh air, and had gone for a short walk down to the grocery store and back, so she’d said. But now she’d been missing for 7 hours, and nobody knew where to look.
Cat told them to search everywhere, call everyone, and hung up. Kara Kara Kara. Where the hell would she go, silly girl?
“I’m off back to Washington, I hope you find her.” The man said gently, coming up beside her, and she wiped at her tears.
“I’ll never stop until I find her. She’s somewhere. Like this, in her state, she won’t get far. I have to go. I’m getting on the next plane flight to National City, and I might just crush her when I find her.”
“Might want to hug her first.” The man joked, and Cat laughed bitterly.
“Might buy a ring worth billions first, to show her I’m choosing her, the little heathen. She’s a bit nuts, doing this.”
“I don’t know much about aliens, but if she really is the one, then she should get better when you find her.”
“I know. I just hope I know where to look.”
When Cat landed in National City, she knew where to go. Her penthouse. Somehow, Kara would be there. How?
Cat had no clue how. She just knew. But finding Kara cold and wet, in the dark, crying, sitting on the beach, that wasn’t an expectation. She’d expected a powerless superhero, but still Kara Danvers. Not, this. Seeing Kara like this, sitting by the shoreline in her suit, watching the ocean, crying softly, Cat didn’t know whether to say something or not. After fighting her way back across the country to find Kara, Cat wanted nothing more than to wrap Kara in her arms and maybe smack her on the head for being so damn stupid. But seeing her like this, Cat knew Kara wasn’t just dealing with her lost powers. She was dealing with way more, stuff she’d lost, stuff she’d thought should no longer exist.
It was when Cat stepped up a few meters behind her, her feet hitting the sand as well, that Kara looked up and turned to meet her eyes.
Cat expected her to get up, maybe hug her, but she didn’t. Kara looked up, but she kept at the water, flexing her hands in the sand now that her powers were coming back.
It was a whisper. Cat didn’t know if she could say anything above that, seeing this girl so broken, even as she was powering back up. “Kara, I’m sorry, I had no idea. I didn’t know you could, that we were… I’ve never heard of something like this in my life, I didn’t think you and I could possibly be…”
“It’s not your fault, Cat.”
Cat stopped, Kara’s words ringing over the ocean, over the beach, cold and broken.
“Why did you say you love me?” Kara whispered, and Cat gasped, staring at her head on.
“Because I do.”
“And then you said you wish you didn’t.”
“Because I do.” Cat repeated.
Kara gasped now, and turned to face her, tears in her eyes. “You wish you didn’t love me?” Kara asked, getting up to talk to Cat head on.
“Yes. I do. Because I love you more than I ever should.” Cat whispered, walking towards Kara. Cat reached up and started running her fingers through Kara’s messy gold waves and settling them over her shoulder, fixing the strap of her tank top peeking out from the suit top as she did, a habit for perfection. “I shouldn’t want you as much as I do, because Kara, you’re my assistant, you work for me. If it ever gets out, that you and I… hell, I knew it wasn’t good before you came out as Supergirl. And then you did.”
“And… I lost my heart again. I fell all over again, you and your mad colour wheel of power. And I do love the suit. Maybe it is a kink, a stupid thing, but the cape… I have the same problem with Superman and Batman. But this one was you, a girl, so close to me every day, my god Kara… the dreams I have about you… and so I left.”
“You left Catco because of me.” Kara connected, shocked.
“I did. But apparently the universe won’t let me leave you. God knows I tried.”
Kara just laughed miserably, scoffing, something she’d no doubt learned from Cat.
“Cat, I… the universe only has one soulmate for me. When I lost Krypton, I thought I would lose the chance to find my soulmate. I never thought I’d find the one on another planet. When I figured it out, that it was you, thanks to my mother’s hologram, I… I lost it. Paired with what you said… I I should have contacted you back, I was scared. I didn’t know I would lose my powers, that it was a soulmate thing, I was scared that I was poisoned or hurt, or… sick, something. I… Alex told me you were coming back for me, and I ignored it. I was scared for my health, more than anything else, and I couldn’t even think about love. But when you got in the city, I felt it. The power. The… strength. I didn’t know what to think, so I came here. I…”
“Are you back at full strength?”
“Almost. It’ll come. Cat… I, we… do we have a chance?”
“I don’t know. You’re such a nerd, you’re strange, and you like comics and toys and… how? Why did the universe… pick you for me? An alien? Isn’t human enough?”
“You have high standards? Nobody on earth would do?” Kara joked.
“Okay, sure, I’ll accept that. It’s one answer in this mess. It makes no sense… but you fly and shoot lasers and ice and…”
“And we’re soulmates.”
“How did you know? On Krypton? How did you know your soulmate?”
“Not like this, we would have had an apocalypse…”
Cat laughed, and Kara joined her. It felt good to laugh, even like this, dirty and wet and soaked to the bone. Cat looked like hell, matted hair, no makeup, more dirt then bare skin on her, and Kara looked the same, a disaster, her suit messy and wet, muddy and covered in sand, and Cat seemed to have gone through some battles on the way back.
“Kara, I want a chance with you, with us. I don’t know if we can have one, but I want one.” Cat whispered, holding Kara’s hand tightly, laughing at the usually white simple manicure that was now dark brown and messy, dirty. “Can we find a way, Kara?”
“I don’t know if Kara can. Kara is just an assistant. But heroes can, and this hero will.”
“Well, do you want to come inside?” Cat said, gesturing to her penthouse on the cliff. “Get cleaned up? Then, we can talk.”
1. ‘Kaede’ means maple tree and Amami’s birthday’s birth flower is maple tree. 2. Kaede was conscious of Amami having girlfriend in FTE. 3. Amami comments that he feels at ease when he’s next to Kaede. 4. Kaede flushed when Amami held her hand. 5. When Amami called her for a tea, Kaede commented that he must be 'hunting’(picking her up). Amami commented that he wouldn’t use such an old-fashioned pickup line though. But he commented that he wanted to talk with her. 6. A crepe with Amami and Kaede on was sold in Namjatown cafe. 7. Amami commented that he’s worried about her because she’s trying to help everyone. He said it might be a good idea for her to take things easy. 8. Kaede said she wants to be friends with Amami no matter what kind of person he was before. 9. Amami said he and Kaede are the 'Normal’ comrades amongst SHSLs. 10. Amami and Kaede have been in 'cinema’ together for the longest time. (DR3 ref)
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Update: 25. 02. 2017
11. There'sa route where Kaede cheers for Amami during the Sports Festival in omake mode.
12. In omake mode, Kaede left a piece of Christmas cake for Amami even though Kaede was unsure about when he’ll return to school. They ate it together.
13. Amami later mentioned this in the conversation with Asahina(“Thankfully, a classmate of mine left me some.”) when she asked him if he was able to eat some Christmas cake.
14. Many of the prior-to-release promotional materials have Amami and Kaede next to each other.