#evangeline also just looks kind of out of place

[penkura]

Plz do a Husband corazon + child Law for mother's day 💐💛

Y E S omg I love Corazon, he'd be such a great husband and father. 🥺 On par or even better than Sanji imo.

I hope you don't mind that Corazon and the Reader have a biological daughter as well, I just thought it would be cute!! I also made this a modern AU one, because damn it, Corazon deserved to be happy. :'(

(Note: This is out of order from all requests simply due to the theme. I have made progress on the others!)

Corazon would have a whole plan, partly put together by thirteen-year-old Law and your toddler, Evangeline. Your daughter would draw you a card, while Corazon and Law focused on making you breakfast and of course, it would go all kinds of wrong.

You wake up to hushed shouting between your husband and adoptive son, Law telling Corazon he's going to burn the bacon and to stop smoking while he cooks. Your husband retorts that it's fine, nothing bad is going to happen. He's not going to set anything on fire, unlike at Christmas. For a few minutes you lay there on your phone, listening to your family down the hall. Evangeline eventually comes into your bedroom, pulling on your blanket and calling for you to pay attention to her.

“Mommy, mommy!”

You roll over and lift her up into your bed, giving her a tight hug while she laughs and returns it. What a joy she is, that last nearly three years have been a blessing with her and Law around, you wouldn’t change it for the world. Yes, some people have given your small family odd looks—what are two twenty-six-year-olds doing with a toddler and a teenager?—but you’ve learned to tune them out and ignore them. It didn’t matter what others thought, they could assume you’d had a teen pregnancy all they wanted. It wasn’t the truth, but some wouldn’t even listen or believe you. After all, you’d tried to explain it to your coworkers when you and Corazon adopted Law just before Evangeline was born, but even those close to you didn’t understand it.

“What’ve you got there, Evie?”

“Your gift!” She beams at you and holds the card she’d made out, the biggest grin on her little face. Just as planned, it’s a card she scribbled together, you can recognize your husband’s handwriting to make the words legible, but it’s still adorable that she tried so hard to make you something. There’s a cute little drawing of your family in the card, making you smile and hug her again,

“Thank you, Evie! I—” you’re stopped by the smell of smoke before the smoke detector goes off and kick off your blanket, running down the hall with your daughter in your arms and hearing Law yell that everything is fine, though you’re at the kitchen doorway before he finishes speaking. “What is happening?!”

Law turns to you and points at Corazon, who is waving a towel over the completely burnt bacon to try and get the smoke and smell out the window. “He burned breakfast again!”

“Not like you were helping, little shi—” Corazon stops himself when you send him a glare and cover Evangeline’s ears, shaking your head at him. After the one time she said ‘bastard’, you’d been very watchful of what words were said in your house, “Look, it’s fine! We can salvage it!”

“No, we can’t! It’s burnt black!”

Corazon ignores Law’s complaints for the moment, coming over to kiss your forehead and smile at Evangeline. “Did you give mommy her card?”

“I did!”

“That’s my girl!” Evangeline giggles while Corazon turns back to kiss you as a proper good morning. “Happy Mother’s Day.”

“Thank you, beloved.”

You’re briefly interrupted by a fancy bouquet of flowers being shoved between the two of you, Law looking away shyly as he holds them there for you, his own gift for you for the day that makes you almost cry and heart ache. He’d been with you as your son for the last three years, but this was the first time he’d given you anything on this day. You’ll never truly take the place of his mother, like Corazon won’t really take his father’s place and Evangeline his sister’s, but you’re glad for the smallest bit of progress that has him viewing you all as his family, and you hope for him to continuing viewing you all in that light, even as he grows up and out of your home one day.

“…Happy Mother’s Day.”

Crouching down enough to be eye level with him, you give Law a kiss on the forehead and a smile.

“Thank you so much, Law. I love them.”

[earthnashes]

Hello there! If I may ask about your oc Sakura, how did you go about conceptualizing her? Was there any characters or media that inspired her design? How did her character change to what it is now? Apologies for this many questions, feel free to choose just one when you have time; love your work!

Hello! You may indeed ask about my baby! 🥹

So for context, Feathers and Flowers' birthing concept was about a girl summoning a demon because she was lonely but too shy to make her own friends, so she concludes summoning a demon would somehow be easier. In that iteration of the story, Sakura was meant to be a side character; a friend to the main characters that acted as the ultimate foil to basically everyone around her. She combated Kaela's crippling anxiety by being confident and overwhelmingly outgoing, contrasted Evangeline's bossy, bitchy attitude with being kind and friendly, and be the opposite of Mal's stoic, silent character with being expressive and chatty. I also needed a character that could conveniently know enough about niche media to reasonably be able to help Kaela summon her demon in the first place, so I ended up making her a huge geek: she loved anime, video games, and had knowledge on obscure things... including occult summonings xD

So I worked off that idea to form her appearance. Again her core direction was to be a foil to all of the main cast: Kaela was short and soft. Evangeline was tall and thin. Mal was tal and hard. I wanted Sakura to be the biggest character, so she originally started started out compact and wide. Her face was what I started with: I wanted her to look somewhat like an anime character, and her inspiration was based off of the older episodes of Dragonball, Pokemon, Tenchi Muyo, Ranma, Inuyasha. I basically wanted her to have Goku vibes (his wide dark eyes, his big smile, his open and easy personality) but with Inuyasha's hairstyle (she originally had long hair).

But then the story changed; it wasn't about a demon being summoned in a silly slice-of-life story but a Spirit getting lost in a magical modern era, still very much slice of life.

That ultimately shifted Sakura's design into something more athletic; football specifically. I wanted her to keep her dorky traits but pair it with the popular star athlete trope, so she became leaner, taller, and more "top heavy". She also became more oblivious; she remained sweet and friendly and outgoing, but in turn she didn't understand when someone liked her. In fact she was later canonized to be asexual originally didn't have romance planned for her character.

Fastforward to now: the story of F&F has changed again. While the core remains mostly the same (found family), it ironically shifted into something much closer to one of the earlier concepts of the story; something more serious and not slice of life, something that focuses more on the good and bad of a world instead of being predominantly lighthearted. So with that change the characters had to get a tune-up to their characterizations. Sakura received the biggest change, I think.

Her core remains true: she's relentlessly kind, expressive, a dork. But I decided to make that her biggest strength and her biggest flaw, as well as making her loving personality be conflicted by how the world views her by changing her appearance. That's how we get current Sakura: she's kind, she's loving, she wants to help others. But people think she's a threat, a ticking timebomb, because of what she is. So her once open smile is now more manufactured, a wall to protect herself, a farce to try and make herself look less like a threat. She's now a pushover; she can't establish her boundaries without it being misinterpreted as being aggressive, so her coping mechanism is to grin and bear it. She can't get visiblt upset or angry, so she has to fight for calm to have even the smallest chance of being listened to. She's "nice" because it's all she's allowed to be.

Hence her appearance change! She is now the largest character in the main roster, the physically strongest. Her smile is now "tainted" by sabre teeth she can't hide, her size contradicts her gentle nature.

It's late for me so I'm sure I forgot a few things but that's what I got for now! If you're interested I could show older concept work of Sakura to illustrate how she looked then vs how she looks now too. But ye! Thank you so much for asking about my character! 🥹🙏

[drewsbuzzcut]

I Can See It In Your Eyes

Drew Starkey x Evangeline Sinclair (OC)

Warnings: none that I can think of (this is also lightly edited so sorry for any mistakes)

“Evangeline!”

“Ms. Sinclair over here!”

“Look this way!”

The young starlet walks down the red carpet, the train of her gown in her hand as she makes her way to an interviewer. The buzzing crowd does nothing for her nerves, but she focuses on the pride she feels as everyone calls out for her.

“We’re here with Evangeline Sinclair. She walked the red carpet for the first time just yesterday for her premiere of her brand new horror movie. Everyone seemed to love it and the reviews are to die for. How do you feel?” The interviewer dives in straight away.

Evangeline only has a millisecond to catch her breath.

“So excited. This movie is special to me and I want people to really feel that. I hope that transcribes well through all the hard work that was put into that project,” she breathes out, hands clutched over her heart to show that her words are heartfelt.

“Today you’re here as well to support your fellow Loewe crew and Luca who you’ve previously worked with.”

“Yes, I am. Luca is a fantastic director and he’s perfect at having a vision and making it come to life. I’m honored to be here to celebrate and support such an amazing film and an amazing cast and crew”

“If you don’t mind shifting gears, rumor has it that Drew Starkey is your newest costar for another horror movie coming out sometime next year,” the woman says excitedly.

“Well I guess it isn’t a rumor anymore. Yes, he’s my costar and we’re actually in the middle of filming. Our lovely cast and crew were gracious enough to allow us to be here supporting our other projects,” Evangeline grins, a little flutter growing in her heart at the thought of Drew.

“Well the chemistry must be strong between you two. I can just feel the electricity buzzing when you walk by one another,” the interviewer points out, making a blush form on the actress’s cheeks.

“He’s amazing to work with. What can I say? Our chemistry is unmatched and that’s why we’re starring in a major movie together,” she muses through a big grin.

“I think I heard my name,” Drew chimes in, popping up behind Evangeline.

His hand finds the small of her back and he places a chaste kiss to her cheek, furthermore making her face blaze.

“Drew! How kind of you to join us. What’s it like working with this generation’s scream queen?”

Both Drew and Eva share a quick glance, their eyes quickly flitting away from each other. The girl is highly aware of his large hand still present on her back.

“Ah man. She’s- yeah she’s perfect. Someone that everyone wants to work with, and I just so happen to be the lucky one to do so. She’s super talented and she really knows how to put dedication into the craft,” Drew compliments, directing his gaze back to her.

They all look at each other just about speechless. Evangeline wasn’t expecting for him to say that and it clearly caught the interviewer off guard.

“He’s such a flatterer. I should be saying that I’m the lucky one, being able to work with him,” she shakes off her surprise.

“And soon everyone will be the lucky ones when they’re able to see your film in theaters.”

Evangeline turns her body into Drew’s, her hand landing on his chest in an affectionate manner. Although their touches seem to be mostly platonic, everyone will still be able to see the tension bouncing between their eyes.

“We can’t wait for everyone to see it,” Drew gleams and squeezes the actress into his side.

“Thank you, Drew and Evangeline. It was nice talking to you both,” the interviewer concludes her interview and the duo bid their goodbyes.

“You should pose with me for pictures,” Drew leans down to whisper in her ear.

The girl blushed furiously this time, heart practically beating out of her chest. Whenever she’s around Drew, her senses go haywire.

“No way. You’re the star of the night,” she huffs out.

“And you’re always a star.” Can he be any more perfect?

“One picture. Only one, Drew,” she gives in.

After a few pictures- after the paparazzi couldn’t get enough of them -the duo make their way inside, away from any prying eyes or lenses.

“I didn’t get a chance to tell you that you look beautiful,” Drew sighs as if it's been weighing on his chest.

“Thank you. You look handsome as well.”

His hands find their way back onto her back, slowly tugging her into him for a long overdue hug. Evangeline doesn’t dare stop herself from looping her arms around his neck. His hair tickles her fingers in a pleasant way, reminding her of all the times she’s played with his hair on set.

If someone were to see them, they’d think they’re a couple. Hell, sometimes her mind even tricks her into thinking they’re a couple. Truth is, their bond has become so strong, a catalyst from co-starring in a movie together. Their characters are each other’s love interest, and they’ve had their fair share of onscreen kisses that have pushed their relationship to toe the line between fiction and reality.

Snapping the girl out of her thoughts, Drew slides a hand down her arm and interlocks their fingers.

“Shit. I need to get going and meet up with Luca and Daniel and everyone else,” he mutters, lowering his head in slight annoyance.

“Nervous, Starkey?” There’s a tease hidden in her words and Drew catches it right away.

He fights off a bubbling laugh and just presses a hard kiss to her cheek.

“It’s okay if you’re nervous,” she adds after he fails to respond.

“I’m fine. I know you’ll be in there, seated right behind me,” he says and gathers her in his arms once again. Even in heels, Eva still has to be on her tiptoes to press her forehead to his.

“Mmm right. I almost forgot that I’m your non-date,” she laughs. Drew had asked her to accompany him during his film's premiere day, knowing that her presence will keep him calm. He also can’t deny that he adores seeing her dolled up and by his side.

“Date,” he corrects her. She stays silent, just peering into his baby blues.

“I’m proud of you,” she whispers and finally returns his cheek kiss.

“I have to get going.”

“Go superstar,” she playfully pushes at his chest.

He squeezes at her hips, reluctantly pulling away to catch one last, longing gaze at her before meeting the cast and crew for Queer.

a/n: I haven’t written for Drew in a while, so I hope y’all truly enjoy it

Let me know if there’s anything specific you want to see with Drew and Evangeline!

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Best and Worst of Both Worlds (part 40)

Tw: like really bad sickness, doctors dismissing symptoms, general themes of hopelessness, shorter chapter than usual

Part 41

You were woken up by the feeling of fingers running through your hair and a presence right beside you.

You know it's Yves, so you snuggled deeper into him. Which earned you a kiss on the crown of your head.

"(Name)." You cracked open an eye and looked up to see Yves's kind eyes. Yves has changed his clothes that fit more into his usual style; a simple turtleneck and a pair of smart palazzo pants.

"It's time for you to eat, my dear." You struggled to sit up, but the pull of sleepiness proved too much for you. So, you flopped back onto him, latching onto his chest. Yves wrapped his arms around you again and buried his face in your hair.

You groggily told him that you're not hungry and you simply wanted to cuddle some more.

"We could do that after your meal." He mumbled, closing his eyes in bliss as well.

You said no, you wanted to bask in his touch now. Vibrations can be felt when he hummed in response.

"How spoiled." Hissed Yves with mock distaste. "But, I wouldn't have you any other way." He continued, softening his tone.

You grinned, feeling his hands rub soothing circles on your back.

"I will give you ten more minutes. Then, you must eat. Did I make myself clear?" You nodded, pressing your face against him. A chuckle reverberates through his ribcage.

You relaxed even more, and enjoyed the attention you were receiving. Whereas Yves had a lot on his mind.

It's been a day since he last stepped foot into the courthouse or prison, and he should be discharging you today.

Your family back in your home country still doesn't have an inkling of any idea about what you went through. While Yves is pleased that you're completely relying on him, it also worries him that your support system is practically non-existent.

Despite being possessive over you, he also knows that you're still young and a human, you need the presence of other relationships to develop healthily. Yves wouldn't want to shorten your life expectancy nor would he want to fry your neurons just because he was selfish during your formative years.

He also wanted that domesticity where you would introduce him to your parents, and it becomes his duty to charm them. Not that it's of any challenge of him to do so.

He twirled your hair around his fingers as he pondered the reality around him. He stopped when he heard a change in your breathing. You fell back asleep.

Yves sighed and rested his hand next to your head, Checking the clock in the room.

You're not physically starving, and neither is this a sign of some serious underlying cause. Why not let you rest against him a little longer?

He pulled the blanket to your shoulders before snuggling closer.

__

Mr. Jones lost almost everything when Evangeline let her mask slip that day. He lost his daughter and his wife; they fought and fought over the matter, where Mr. Jones mostly defended his little girl's actions. She refused to acknowledge that she was partially at fault as well, for not paying attention to Evangeline's behavior.

His wife demanded to get a divorce, and they were still living together in the same house. But sleeping in separate rooms. She would have moved back into her mother's home, but they had no space for her. Seeing that Mr. Jones is unlikely to hurt her out of rage, she stays until she can afford to start the process of separation and get her own place.

The legal fees for Evangeline devastated their combined savings, and both of them had to take up extra hours of work just to put food on the table. It's for the best, this limits the interaction between them at home.

Mr. Jones undoubtedly loved his wife, so it felt like his world was crumbling when she started looking away. He missed their morning talks, the love between them and their daughter. Tears were shed, but he had to keep them under control if he wanted to keep his remaining clients. Customers started dropping him after learning about his daughter's deeds, not wanting to associate themselves with a relative of a depraved criminal.

The ones who stayed are either clueless or not as concerned about their reputation. The company that hires him to work as a professional chauffeur is notably withholding customers from him, most likely due to them hearing about the case too.

The couple disagreed on everything after that fateful day, there were verbal fights daily and unbearable tensions between them. The house felt more like a concrete box with no air holes, so there were days Mr. Jones would even sleep in his car.

However, one day, there was something that they could finally agree on. And that is a beautiful gift hamper addressed to the Jones family.

It was from Yves, containing expensive wines, luxury chocolates, imported perfumes, an exquisite, living room display piece, a set of crystal glassware, and shiny jewelry. This sympathy gift was surely not cheap nor easy to put together, the items are either rare to come by or custom-made.

There was a sealed envelope inside, it made both husband and wife cry upon reading his printed letter with his name embossed onto it.

It said,

It has been a tumultuous time for all persons involved. I can only imagine the anguish you must have felt as parents. There will be differences between the two of you regarding this, conflict is to be expected. Despite what Evangeline has done, she deserves a whole and loving family. Please accept this as a gift of sympathy. Wishing you strength and understanding, with the courage to overcome the turbulence as a team. -Yves.

They embraced each other, forgiving for each other's transgressions and apologizing for their mistakes as well. Mr. Jones's wife retracted her request for a divorce and expressed regret for even bringing that up. Yves is right, they have to stay together for their daughter. Evangeline needs them more than ever, they cannot let the family fall apart.

Both of them felt the weight of their guilt crushing their bones. Yves is such a kind man for caring about their wellbeing although his partner is a victim of a horrible crime done by their child. It was such a nice gesture, they thought he had a heart of gold that withstood the blows of the steely mallet of cruelty. They wished so badly for this to never happened, they wished to make it right but they couldn't afford to. They had no idea how to. Especially when Yves filed for a restraining order against them shortly after.

So they carried on. Appreciating the goodies and savoring them. Among the pristine jewelry, there was a suncatcher with charming little gems woven in intricate patterns. Mr. Jones found it quite nice and decided to hang it on his rear-view mirror. It garnered quite a handful of compliments from his clients and friends alike. There is a gorgeous necklace that pairs well with all his wife's outfits, so she would wear them regularly and receive praise from her coworkers.

The piece of decor really helped to bring the living room together, the couple would catch themselves smiling at it, as the item reminded them of Yves's goodwill.

The glassware made the gifted wines taste better by elevating their appearance, they sounded delightful too when clinked together.

Eventually, his wife moved back into the master bedroom, the lit candles from Yves's basket smelled heavenly and relaxed their nerves especially when they had rough days at work.

They were enjoying them too much to connect the dots.

They thought the clumps of hair that fell in the showers were due to stress with all the legal shenanigans going on. The frequent headaches and strange sores that appeared around the chest of Mr. Jones's wife, and Mr. Jones's forehead were probably due to the immense pressure they were facing due to financial instability.

They worked long hours every day, so it made sense to feel fatigued and dizzy sometimes. Except it isn't normal to feel it almost daily.

The frequent vomiting and diarrhea must have been due to stress. It couldn't be from the chocolates, that were eaten weeks ago! The doctors told them that their weakened immune system from overworking made them susceptible to the most rudimentary of diseases. They're just unlucky to have caught a stomach bug from somewhere.

That explains the frequent fevers too, they're hindering their ability to work. Mr. Jones kept losing clients because they also fell ill with similar symptoms. He was double-masked, but nothing seemed to stop the spread of this mystery virus.

The tests showed nothing out of the ordinary for them, except the bacteria or virus of the illness they were suffering at the time. They felt horrible for thinking Yves had tampered with the food, especially after sending it to a lab for analysis to come back negative for any poisons or biohazardous materials.

They had their house tested for mold. Nothing. The husband and wife had to spend a weekend off to try and locate whatever was causing their prolonged sickness. They cleaned everything, from top to bottom, and eradicated every particle of dust in their home. Still, it persists.

The couple couldn't smell, hear, see, or feel anything out of the ordinary, it is making them go insane. They couldn't figure out for the life of them, what is slowly leading them to their death?

They're tired. Too tired to wonder why their electronics are glitching out and sometimes even shutting down randomly. Their cameras are weirdly taking fuzzy pictures, this is especially annoying to Mrs. Jones, when she has to scan a photo of a document only to come out distorted and illegible.

They're exhausted. Too exhausted to question the doctors who kept telling them that they were fine, they must have been simply too stressed. The only remedy was to stop working as much and worrying too much. Fully believing the couple would bounce back to full health when they heed their advice. Thinking that their immune system would regain strength to fight against the constant infections. The professionals were too busy, too apathetic to look a bit closer. To peek into the microscope once more.

They would have found unusual alterations in their red blood cells' DNA and white blood cell count. But they didn't, dooming the Jones to a terrible fate.

Mr. Jones kept forgetting his routes, stumbling over his words as he would experience bouts of confusion. Mrs. Jones would misremember where she put her important documents or the agreed time when she had to meet her supervisors.

The couple has lost a substantial amount of weight, they were ghoulish and sickly, finding it a challenge to even handle their own body weight. They're in constant agony every minute, and neither can sleep it off or ignore the pain, there isn't much they can do without knowing the cause of their misery.

But they kept going on. They have to for the sake of their family. For the sake of Evangeline.

The Jones only has a couple more weeks to find out what is causing these before it's too late. However, being this severely mentally and physically incapacitated led them to miss a laughably straightforward solution of buying a Geiger Muller Counter. Especially when Mr. Jones knew Yves has a strong background in mathematics and physics.

Mr and Mrs Jones held onto each other as they closed their eyes after retiring early for the day, praying that this wouldn't be their last night in this world.

[highgaryen]

PEOPLE (2) ASKED SO I AM YAPPING

i don’t want to spoil to much if i decide to write this BUT HERES SOME

she’s American(im thinking texas) and she’s close with the ‘unpopular’ (not controversial ones just ones people hate for no reason) drivers. Logan will be her teammate in the racing team i would make for her. (which is a american car brand if you want to guess) i also technically have a name for her which is evangeline **** but idk if i’ll be using a name and just use y/n. would take place in the 2025 season or au version 2024, where certain events took place last year either way there would be flash backs to the last year. i don’t also have love interest if i do this i’ll probably let you guys decide.

she’s a usually kind person unless you say shit about her friends or family and then she’s the typical american mean girl that will eat you alive, think of a bear that normally is really chill until you touch one of her cubs and goes feral

this is all i’m going to give for rn unless i write for her

[elysia-of-the-shore]

Angels See Everything.

Elysia is probably the only one of her friends who cares to explore the temple beyond their little hallways that they call home. While she can’t walk for too long without wearing herself out, swimming comes much easier to her, allowing her to traverse the structure’s myriad waterways and gardens with relative ease.

Such wanderings also gave her time to think. Time to think of how kind the people around her had been. To think on the nightmares that haunted her night after night, the gunshots that would ring out in her head the moment she thought she could get some rest. She shakes her head to clear it, pushing a stray bit of kelp out of her way. Nobody’s been back here yet, seeing as her companions tended to stay out of her wing of the temple. Maybe they were put off by her distant personality and social ineptitude, who knows.

Elysia surfaces in a room she definitely hasn’t seen before, slowly lifting herself onto “shore”. She strides past a garden full of white lilies, smiling a bit at them. These lilies are everywhere in her wing, and she isn’t sure what they’re doing there, but they’re pretty and sweet-smelling enough that she doesn’t mind. She approaches the back of the columned, open-air courtyard. The sun streaming through the “roof” keeps her typical problem with feeling much too cold at bay for the time being.

Before her is a low, ivory-colored marble pedestal with a little pond inlaid into it, the size of a stage. The pool is shallow and clear, the surface speckled with pink and white water lilies. It doesn’t look too different than the other, much deeper pools and canals throughout the place. In the center of the small pond is a second pedestal, with a hand mirror sitting on it. Elysia gracefully dives into the water despite her oft-restrictive dress, swimming mermaid-style towards the center of the pool. She emerges on the smaller pedestal, lifting herself onto it to examine the mirror. The person staring back at her looks a bit like her, but something is…different. Elysia slowly wraps her hand around the mirror, picking it up and examining the woman with her face. A voice rings out in her head.

“Are you ready to know the truth?”

She flinches, but her hold on the mirror’s handle stays firm.

“Do you want to see?”

She has a feeling that she can’t say no.

“Are you ready to be an real angel, Evangeline?”

“No, n-no, I’m not an-“

Elysia Evangeline screams, feeling something in her tear itself apart and put itself back together again. She feels her sight warp for a moment, before everything violently forces itself back to normal. She blinks a few times, trying to regather her thoughts. The ivory mirror stays in her hands, a rune on the back glowing softly. Evangeline recognizes it as the symbol for Venus. She clutches the mirror to her heart as her breathing slows back to normal. She runs back out of the lush courtyard, diving into the water, swimming and swimming until she can’t anymore, until she reaches the main room where she and her friends usually convene. She tentatively looks at a few of them, peeking out just above the water’s surface.

She looks at Callista, and a gunshot rings out in her head, desperation filling her lungs. She looks at Mercury, and feels like she’s half dead from blood loss. She looks at Blaze, and is crushed by grief and anger. And then she looks at Lumiel- no, no, she…she can’t stand it for long, it’s too painful. She sees and hears and knows things that she hates, that she can’t understand, flashes of a world before this one, a world where she knew her own name. Elysia sinks below the waters and sobs, holding the mirror and the woman with her face close.

Ability gained: SIGHT

[aae-tuu]

POV: Love always finds a way, it’s true. And I love you…Evangeline…

Ft: G. Satoru & G.Suguru (except I have a favorite) (fluff, gn!reader, probably ooc Gojo cause why is he so difficult to fuckinf write I’m gonna strangle him, I had fun with this🤭, some crack, also my English sucks so have fun reading)

(I was watching Princess and the Frog with my neighbor and this song played and I just ugghhhhh)

•

It was quiet, not a sound an ear could hear. The nighttime sky above would’ve shone brightly with stars littering the usually dark, empty space as if thousands of fireflies chose to lay down to rest just for this moment. But alas, clouds in the sky have chosen for that moment to wait…just a little bit longer…

“Well…?” Geto asked, looking up at you. You were perched on the cobblestone wall that was meant for overlooking the small pond, while walking the low bridge. Your legs were gently swaying as you look down at Geto, a small smile gracing your lips as he leaned against the cobblestone, seeming as though he was trying to get closer to you, but also trying to keep his distance as to not scare you away.

You leaned back on your hands, your gaze a little dazed as you look into his eyes and he returned the contact.

“Hm,” you hummed, “and Gojo is okay with it?”

“I wouldn’t be asking if he wasn’t.” Geto replied with a small smile. “But if you aren’t interested…that’s fine too.”

You both said nothing as you stared into each others eyes, the clouds above finally parting and the light of the moon illuminated everything it’s light touched. The stars twinkled brightly and a few decided to rest across the pond, a light that was reflected in your eyes as time seemed to slow down, even if just for a second, to allow this moment for you both to be engraved in your memory (and hearts) for all time.

Geto’s hair that was usually tied up, was left cascaded down his shoulders. A soft breeze tickling the both of you as it fluttered against his strands as the light of the moon illuminating his features. You reached over, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear as his mouth parted ever so slightly as the gesture.

As he stood there, he could see only you. Not the moon, or the stars, or anything else that was happening in this small place where hundreds of beautiful flowers grew. The only thing that could ever catch his attention long enough for him to be mesmerized…

is you.

“Suguru, Y/N!” A familiar voice shouted as the sounds of shoes running came closer. You both turned (Geto a bit later than you) to see Gojo with a stupid grin on his face, his sunglasses still on his face. You wondered if he can even see with those on. With all that tint is he blind? “Coming here without me? You both are so cruel.”

“I’m sure you can handle a few minutes by yourself, Gojo.” You ruffle his hair once he got close. “You’re not going to die just because we left.”

He grabbed your hand before it left his head and placed it back on his his hair as he pouted. “What if I’m secretly a rabbit? They die of loneliness, you know!”

“You’re not a rabbit, Satoru.” Geto sighed.

“No, wait,” you say, tilting your head as you studied his features, “I can kind of see it.”

“Don’t encourage him.” Geto rolled his eyes as Gojo stuck his tongue out at him. “I was asking L/N-..Y/N…, the question, Satoru.”

“Without me?!” Gojo gasped, clutching his shirt where his heart would be. “Suguru, you’re getting crueler by the day. Have you been talking to Nanami again?”

Geto ignored him.

“They’re still thinking of their answer.” The two boys looked at you as you looked over the pond, both leaning against the wall you sat on.

“Well you better hurry up and decide. I’m not exactly as patient as Mr. Saint over there.” Gojo yawned and Geto glared at him.

“Whenever you’re ready, Y/N.”

“But don’t take forever.”

“We have time.”

“Time that’s wasted on pointless thinking.” Gojo looked up at you. “It’s a yes or no question that can be decided right now.” He frowned and started poking the side of your head. “Come on. Is your brain working okay?”

“Satoru…” Geto sighed and Gojo huffed, placing his arms on the wall and laying his chin down. The two boys now looking over the pond with you.

“Yes.”

“Hm.” It was said at the same time as the two looked over at you simultaneously.

“My answer..” you smile as you look up at the sky, “…it’s yes.”

“See? Was that so hard?” Gojo teased and lightly bumped his shoulder against you. “But I was expecting something more…energetic!”

“Nothings ever good enough for the Satoru Gojo, huh?” You sigh with a smile as you share a look with Geto, who mirrored your expression.

“Eh. You two are!” Gojo shrugged as he lay his chin on the palm of his hand, his fingers resting on his bottom lip to look up at the sky before shifting to rest on his cheek to look at you instead. “And the Satoru Gojo always knows what’s best.” You roll your eyes as Gojo flashes you a toothy grin.

“As if!” Geto reaches around you to shove Gojo. “Remember when you thought that just because you were ‘The Strongest’ that you could chug an entire bottle of hot sauce to see if you could breathe fire?”

“But did I breathe fire?”

“No! You didn’t!”

“It’s a matter of opinion.”

“It’s really not…”

You laugh as the two bicker and Gojo’s smile seems to widen tenfold. He walks to stand behind you before pulling you at the waist and adjusting you so you were held against his chest. One arm under you legs while the other supporting your back as his hand rested on your arm. Kind of like how a knight would carry a member of the royal family.

You yelped as he held you close and he spun around a little.

“Satoru, don’t be so rough.” Geto said as he watched.

“I just wanna hear ‘em laugh!” Gojo giggled as he swayed you in his arms, straightening up as he got an idea. “Suguru!”

“Hm?”

“Catch!”

One second you’re in Gojo’s arms, the next

“WHY-?”

you’re thrown towards Geto.

Geto easily catches you in his arms as he stumbled forward and he brought you close to his chest. He looked down at you, a blush as soft as his eyes coating his cheeks before resuming to its usual sharpness when he glared at Gojo.

“Satoru, why?!” You exclaim and he shrugged.

“Thought it’d be fun.” He said with such nonchalance that you felt like throwing him over the small wall and into the pond.

“One of these days I’m going to throw you.” You glare at him before patting Geto twice on his shoulder. “Come on, Suguru.” You smirk and sharply turn you face away from Gojo, who’s mouth fell open. “Let’s leave this loser.”

“HEY! WHO’RE YOU CALLING A LOSER!?”

“It is getting late.” Geto hummed as he looked at the sky. He sighed before jumping up on the wall, holding you tightly in his arms.

“Suguru, what are you doing?” Gojo demanded in a low voice as Geto turned around to face him.

“Something fun.” Geto grinned before hopping off, Gojo watching with wide eyes as you both disappeared. He ran to look over the wall to see Geto had summoned his Rainbow Dragon, and was standing ontop of its head.

“We’ll be heading home now, Satoru~!” Geto chirped as the dragon slowly ascended, and you give give him a weirded out look, not expecting him to summon his strongest curse just to get you both home. “Don’t stay out too late, okay~?”

“Oh no, you don’t!” Gojo jumped up on the cobblestone wall, pointing a finger up at you both. “You’re not leaving me here, Suguru! And, Y/N, say something!”

“Bye, Satoru!” You wave with a smile and he frowns.

“Catch us if you can!” Geto yelled as he ushered his dragon to leave, your laugh echoing throughout the quiet night.

Gojo smirked as he stretched, watching the dragon fly high into the sky, “I will.”

-

Did you know I do more than write headcanons🤩

I just like to write headcanons more than fics

This was supposed to be a cute fluffy romantic thing with Satoru and Suguru, and it was going well until Satoru had to come in and ruin every romantic thing I wrote (that bitch)

Anyways uh

There’s more in my drafts that I’ll try to get out this weekend tehe

[pastelwitchling]

A Curse for True Love by Stephanie Garber

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

This book is a little more complicated than the previous two, I think. Spoilers below.

To be completely honest, this book was not a 5-star read for most of it. Then the final fourth happened, and I was enamored. I don't think the book itself is worth 5 stars, I think it has quite a few problems, which I'll get into in a second, but I absolutely adore Evangeline, Jacks, Chaos, and Lala, I love the world, I love the writing, and I'm so obsessed with the romance that I don't think I needed this book to be flawless, I just needed it to be... itself (?), and it managed to do that.

Nevertheless, here are some of the reasons that kept it at a 4 to 4.5-star rating for most of the story;

- Jacks... was barely in this. At least for more than the first half, and that's too much time for a main character to be missing. The blurb made it sound like Jacks and Apollo were going to be kind of in competition with each other for Evangeline's heart (the tagline was literally, May the best villain win), and yet for almost the entire story, Jacks has no idea that it was Apollo who had erased Evangeline's memory in the first place.

- The pacing was very slow. The entire first half could've so easily been condensed. There were moments when I was getting just a little bored while reading. Now, I was suffering severe PMS pain, and maybe I just needed a better distraction, but that doesn't change the fact that the pacing was very slow. It's book 3, the final one, and we were STILL having the same conversations with Jacks about how dangerous it was for them to be together, and him pushing Evangeline away. I understand WHY he was doing it, but it's the LAST book and we were still going in circles for so much of it.

If this book had been 700-800 pages or wasn't the last one, I would've understood why it was moving so slowly. But more than halfway through and NOTHING was really happening? More than halfway through and the main couple is BARELY together? It's just too much, to be honest.

- Chaos was barely in this as well. I was sure he had some feelings or attachment to Evangeline in the previous book, so I thought that at the very least, he would be more involved. Maybe it's just a personal thing, but I really loved him as a character, and thought we could've used a lot more of him.

- There was no weight to the Valor's return. This ancient founding family had come back from the dead, and it was kind of dismissed as an afterthought.

That's really all on the parts that dragged the book down a bit. For what I loved...

- Evangeline. As always. I love her unique personality, I love how she's allowed to be this POLITE girly girl who loves pink and sparkles and pretty things and dreams and magic and still be such a strong character. In this era of adorkable/emotionless female main characters, Evangeline Fox is such a breath of fresh air.

- Evangeline and Jacks. Words cannot express. I've already said this before, but I have not loved a fictional couple like the way I love these two since Celia and Marco from The Night Circus, which is the highest form of praise coming from me. The chemistry, the romance, the AESTHETIC. Don't touch me.

- Evangeline and Lala's friendship. This is why the pacing bothered me so much. I wanted so much more of these two together, I adore them. I feel like they're what the sister relationship in the Caraval series SHOULD'VE been.

- I loved Jacks saying he didn't even remember what Tella looked like and Evangeline being his everything and the truth behind the curse. I was worried we wouldn't get an answer for that true love's kiss, but ohhhh did Miss Garber deliver.

- That kiss and what followed. I can't even... I... *brain malfunction*

- I knew that's what the ugly tree would do, I so KNEW it, and it was very satisfying.

- I'm glad that Aurora turned out to be a psycho. It was very fun, but also, I hated her from the first page. I can't stand too-perfect characters with adorkable/sassy personalities. I'm just glad that I got to hate her with reason, that's all :)

Just overall everything. Like I said, this book alone isn't flawless, but neither were the last two and I still gave those 5 stars. The biggest thing is that this book doesn't feel like an ending, it feels more like it's kind of already setting up the next series, which is NEVER how a book should feel. Still, I fell in love with this series because of the characters and the relationships and the world, and all of that stays true to itself, so. Also, I think it helps that I went into this after heavily mixed reviews, so I knew to force my expectations down. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go look into getting the pretty British pastel editions of this glorious series.

[ladyinwriting18]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @thegreatwicked !

1. How many works do you have on AO3? Currently 32! There will be more! Also some of the fics I've written are old. I'm talking 2013 old lol

2. What's your total A03 word count? .........237,027 Fuck that's a lot of words LOL

3. What fandoms do you write for? A LOT LOL Mainly Star Wars and other characters played by Adam Driver. But I've also written for Marvel, House of The Dragon, Game of Thrones and Once Upon A Time.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

A Place To Escape (NSFW Multi-Chapter Kylo x OC/Completed)

I Want Another (NSFW One Shot/ Aemond "One-Eye" TargaryenxYou

Missing The Taste Of You (NSFW One Shot/ Kylo x Reader)

The Gift (NSFW One Shot/ Sandor Clegane x Reader)

The Principal's Office (NSFW One Shot/ Modern Day Kylo x Reader) IDK WHY THIS HAS SO MANY KUDOS I DON"T THINK THIS ONE SHOT IS ANY GOOD LOL

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes! I love talking to my readers and honestly every comment that gets left on one of my stories touches my heart!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Uh.....I don't think I have any. Most of my fics are smutty one shots that end happy ;) lol

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I would say A Place To Escape because I worked the hardest writing that fic and Kylo and Evangeline go through A LOT before their happy ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not really. I once had someone comment that I must be jealous of Rey cause I write KyloxReader fics but I'm also a Reylo sooooo. But I'm sure there are people out there that talk shit about me and my writing lol

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? YES. All of the smut all of the time.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Nope. Well.....once I wrote that Heath Ledger's Joker falls through a wormhole into the real world of NYC were me and my two best friends find him and taken him home......Don't ask....and no you can't find that fic anywhere LOL

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I have! Not for awhile now but they're deff fun to do!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? Jesus idk...there's so many.... Prob Sandor x Sansa cause I've loved them the longest.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Most likely Darkness Into Light. It's never been released but it's a multi-chapter Kylo x reader fic where reader is also an apprentice of Snoke's and Rey tempting Kylo back to the light causes all these problems. I've had the story planned out and semi-written for years now. I love my ideas for it but I don't think I'll ever have the time or energy to finish it/put it out there to the world.

16. What are your writing strengths? I feel like I'm mostly known for my smut writing abilities because I not only write smutty fics but also write smutty audios. Most of my followers call me "smut goblin" lol But I have been told that I'm good at writing about powerful emotions connected with SA. And that I'm good at the characterization of various characters.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I'm too hard on myself and I think I suck. I also think I'm awful at writing descriptors. Like describing what clothing looks like or a place or things like that.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I've done it a little bit in A Place To Escape. I wanted Evangeline to have a native language that she used once or twice that Kylo wouldn't understand. But I ended up just using Italian words because.....reasons lol

19. First fandom you wrote for? Oh god....I'm not even sure now because I've been writing for so long. But when it comes to my Ao3 it would be Once Upon A Time (Rumbelle for life!)

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? Gonna have to say A Place To Escape because I put my heart and soul into that fic. And it's also the first ever multi-chapter thing I EVER finished.

No pressure tags! @simpremerat @weareallstoriesintheend @just-some-random-blogger @late-to-the-party-81 I feel like I'm forgetting people.....I'm so sorry my brain is legit trash at remembering people's usernames!

But if I tagged you, then I've read your stuff and I adore it! -Lady In Writing

[thevoyageurmoteplass-writing]

Evangeline was done with keys. Another had turned up in her room and instantly she had taken it to the others. Teddy had suggested throwing it in the lake; Dexter had insisted that they kept it safe, that they took it in turns so she wasn’t left with that responsibility hanging over her all over again.

Yet still she couldn’t stop playing with it, couldn’t keep it off her mind.

She sighed, stopped fiddling with the cold metal and looked out across the lake.

‘You suck at sneaking,’ she said evenly. She’d know that the stranger was there, knew that they had been trying to find a good time to step forwards. Always just on the periphery.

‘I was just checking,’ a male voice said, wavering slightly uncertainly. The branches creaked as he stepped forwards, as he moved and she finally turned to face who had been following her.

The boy looked a little older than her, but there was something much older about his eyes. For a moment she almost looked away, but she refused. She levelled her gaze on him.

‘Checking what?’

‘That you got the key,’ he admitted, pausing a little way from the back of the bench. He heaved a deep sigh, ran a hand through his hair. ‘I don’t mean to be all secretive –’

‘But you’ve got to be?’ Eva asked, raising a sceptical eyebrow.

He scoffed, and there was an odd kind of agreement behind his expression. ‘Nope. But this is just harder than I thought. But you’re no stranger to magic doors, are you?’

A ripple of unease shivered down her back.

‘Sorry,’ he apologised quickly, ‘way too cryptic. I’m Isaac. That key goes to a café place and I’ve been asked to take you there so the owner can give an explanation.’

It took a moment for the words to sink in, and even then Evangeline wasn’t sure it made much more sense. ‘An explanation?’

Isaac chuckled carefully, inclined his head a little behind him. ‘Yeah, weird someone’s offering one then. Any door’ll do though.’

Evangeline only briefly contemplated not following him. But she was up before the thought could properly take hold. She followed him, only once nudging him another way as it was a closer door, and her brain screamed for answers, no matter how she got them.

‘You sure about this?’ Isaac asked as she put the key quickly into the lock. This was her world, no matter what he might have thought.

Evangeline shot him a withering look before pushing the door open.

The noise level hit her first, the din of food and drinks being made and chatter mingling with it all. But, as she stepped through the door, the uncanniness of the whole thing hit her. There weren’t just people there, all looking at varying degrees of weariness, but also a mixture of creatures she only recognised from stories. Giants and elves. A unicorn outside steamed up the window alongside an old looking car. A fairy and a tall figure she could have sworn only had one eye.

‘Yeah, it’s something,’ Isaac murmured. ‘Darius!’ he called, snapping Evangeline’s attention to him. He shot her an apologetic smile before motioning to a booth. ‘Darius’ll fill you in while I go get Lukas. Anything I should know?’

Despite everything, Evangeline contemplated telling him he had to bow, or he needed to speak in rhyme. But a tall man lopped towards them and the thought faded ever so slightly.

‘Evangeline, welcome. I’m Darius,’ he explained and she felt rather than saw Isaac leaving. She just hoped that he was really going to get Luck because at least then there was someone familiar there with her.

Lukas couldn’t believe that it was over. Or, at least that it was almost over. He hadn’t expected to feel at such a loose end, but he did and it was horrible. He itched to do something, to prank someone even if he weren’t going to get a punishment like before.

A cough forced his attention away from the piano and towards a young bespectacled man standing in the doorway. He looked a little awkward, as if he wasn’t really meant to be there. In fact, his clothes alone marked him easily as someone not of Fortuna House, or this area at all.

‘Who are you?’ Lukas asked carefully, and bad habits he had picked up from The group gone in an instant.

The man sighed, shifted his glasses carefully up his nose. ‘My name’s Isaac. I’ve come to explain where that key came from.’

For a second Lukas merely stared at him. The key had randomly appeared in his pocket not long after returning to the Spirit World. He had assumed one of the poltergeists had put it there, a kind of goodbye to his time with the Human World. He remained silent, waiting to hear more.

Isaac didn’t appear to falter though, he merely glanced around the room, as if scouting out any possible danger.

Reluctantly, Lukas shifted around on the stool. ‘Where did it come from?’

‘The Voyageurs Möteplass. A café in another… world to the rest.’

Lukas chuckled. ‘Nobody needs another world.’

‘Daruis, guy who owns it, would disagree,’ reasoned Isaac, carefully closing the door behind him. ‘Evangeline’s letting him explain.’

Lukas’s chest tightened at the mention of his friend. He knew it was meant to calm him but it didn’t. He was instantly on the alert, hands raised and ready for a fight.

He was surprised by how quickly Isaac’s stance went to mirror his own. A flicker of uncertainty behind the eyes but an assurance of an attack being met.

‘Try the key in the lock,’ Isaac said, worry betraying him in a waver to the voice. He carefully stepped aside but didn’t lower his guard.

Without thinking Lukas stepped forwards, craving something to do. He took the key from his pocket, where he had left it, and put it easily into the lock. One turn and he was pushing the door open, looking in on another world entirely.

It reminded him of a bustling coffee house, with some of the more modern appearances that he had seen a little of in Torna. The people there all looked like they came from different times; worlds that went far beyond the three he now knew existed.

‘Luck!’

Evangeline’s voice forced his attention to a nearby table. She was sat with an imposing figure of a man, smiling brightly nonetheless; he recognised the inquisitive look behind her eyes. The spark of figuring out the answers.

He stepped forwards, eager to join her, but paused. ‘Thank…’ he said, turning to find that Isaac was gone. ‘You,’ he finished lamely.

‘Isaac went to grab Veronica,’ the large man explained as Lukas turned back, Eva motioning him over. ‘Darius, by the way.’ The man extended a well calloused hand.

‘Lukas, Sir,’ he introduced, shaking the proffered hand and sharing a questioning look with Evangeline.

She offered him a half-dismissive shrug. ‘I wonder how he plans to persuade Ronnie,’ she admitted, the familiar mischief obvious behind her words.

Luck couldn’t help but smirk. That would be quite the sight to see. Yet he was just glad to see her, and hopefully Ronnie, again. For a moment, nothing else mattered because they could face anything as long as they were together.

The key had baffled Ronnie. She had found it on her vanity table, as if it had always been there. She hadn’t needed to ask her family, she knew that it was new, that it had just somehow turned up. Even trying spells on it she’d come up with a blank. Nothing garnered any results, gave her any clues as to what it was for, let alone who had left it there.

A tentative knock on the door barely pulled her attention away from the cool silver as she turned it over with her magic, spinning it as if even mild magic might answer something.

Another knock, slightly more insistent this time.

Ronnie groaned, hit the crown of her head against the back of her chair.

‘Veronica?’

Instantly she was sitting bolt upright; the key all but slammed into a drawer and her hackles raised.

‘My… my name’s Isaac. I know Evangeline and Lukas… kind of,’ the voice said.

Everything inside Ronnie told her to distrust, told her to use her powers to protect herself. But also she wanted to investigate. The names of her friends from worlds that nobody knew.

‘It’s about the key.’

Ronnie had flung the door open as soon as the final word was out of his mouth.

The boy that stood there looked momentarily startled. It shifted to awe quickly; fast enough to assure her that he wasn’t from here.

‘You know what I can do, obviously,’ she said calmly, twirling her hands in an almost threatening manner, ‘so explain.’

‘I’m just the messenger,’ Isaac told her, but there was a waver of uncertainty.

‘So?’

‘The key leads to The Voyageurs Möteplass. Probably means noth –’

‘The travellers’ way place,’ she breathed. It was a myth her mother had once told them. A place for heroes to rest before the next big adventure.

‘Yeah,’ he said uncertainly, and she felt his eyes on her as she gathered the key up and moved to the door. He stepped aside, allowing her to close it. She put the key in the lock, turned it and forced open the door.

Her attention found Eva and Luck before anything else. They stood slightly and she started towards them, gaze straying around the place. It was filled with different kinds of people; the kinds she read stories about, wanted to be a part of.

‘Ah, Veronica,’ said the large jovial looking man sitting with them. ‘Welcome.’

Ronnie’s thoughts scrambled for the name, for who he was.

‘Darius,’ he said kindly, moving to let her sit with them

Ronnie nodded her greeting and took the space with her friends. She watched as Isaac moved to the other seat.

‘Everyone’s got a story,’ said Darius, nodding to a passing server for drinks, ‘but here’s a place to relax, to try and settle between adventures.’

‘Adventures?’ asked Eva excitedly.

‘Between?’ questioned Lukas warily.

But Ronnie was leaning forwards keenly, eager to learn everything that she could about this place brought to life; but then again, she was beginning to get used to stories coming to life around her.

[sidehugsnsideblogs]

#93 A Helping Hand

There was finally peace and quiet in Allie-Jayne’s apartment. Autumn’s departure meant that at long last each remaining child had their own room and not a moment too soon as pre-teen Anna needed her own space and was growing resentful of little sister Avery. The boys were excelling at school and football and were evening taking on weekend shifts in the café to help their mother out. 

AJ had begun a small garden on the roof of her building and it was quickly becoming her happy place. Warm and sunny in the summer and insulated and cozy in the rainy winter, the rooftop greenspace was the perfect place to relax with a cup of tea or practice yoga. It reminded AJ of her first garden out in the Prospect. It seemed like a million years ago she was a young wife desperately trying to find something to ground her.

She had seen the season finale of Higher Prospects and watched her daughter wed Royce's son in some weird mish-mash of an FCSU wedding and a townie one. She wondered how Abby was coping in her new life. She hoped her husband was kind and her sisterwife tolerable. She remembered Nurie as a hyper and excitable child with all of Nina's spark but lacking the conniving edge that made her dangerous. Hopefully she'd matured somewhat.

AJ's phone rang, snapping her out of her thoughts. She didn't recognize the number. Even though she was sure this was a telemarketing call, she answered with a pleasant "Hello?" "Hello um....is this Allie-Jayne's number?" Asked a quiet, almost child-like voice. She almost jumped out of her seat. She'd made sure to keep her phone number the same after her escape in case her family needed to contact her. "Farrah?" She asked, not quite believing it yet.

"Yes, it's me. I no, we got kicked out." She explained her voice shaking with tears. "He took my children, you have to help me!" AJ's stomach dropped. "Who took your children? What's going on?" "LeRoyce" sobbed Farrah "He's taken over everything and he wants to marry my daughters!" "You need to go to the police." Said AJ "I can take you." She knew how terrified her sister must be of the outside world. "Where are you?" Farrah looked around. She read the name of the park off the big sign in the middle. "Okay, that's not too far. Stay there, I'm coming for you. If I leave now I should be there by morning." AJ said before hanging up. She dialed the police in the town the park was located in and Brindleton Bay and relayed all the information Farrah had given her. The there was a dangerous man who’d abducted seven girls for nefarious purposes. She also alerted the cult-specific task force formed after the raid.

AJ was there to greet them early the next morning. Farrah and Vangie were soaked to the skin and filthy but AJ welcomed them all the same. On the ride to Brindleton Bay the girls filled AJ in on the happenings over the few years. The FCSU proper had dwindled to just Royce's remaining family, now led by LeRoyce. His requirements were even worse than his father's and he could tear mothers from their children at will. Farrah felt like everyone's faith had been destroyed and the group was in survival mode rather than true belief.

Once home,  AJ let her newest charges clean up and rest for a bit. She cooked pancakes and made tea for them when they woke up. It had been so long since Farrah drank anything but water. The taste lingered on her palette for a long time. Once they’d slept, cleaned up and eaten it was time to go to the police station. Farrah and Evangeline were nervous being inside the building so the detective took their statements on the sidewalk outside. They desperately explained their situation: their daughters were being held in a truck heading god knows where by their adult half-brother who was either planning to traffic them or harm them himself. He said he’d make it his top priority and keep them updated.

AJ was feeling the walls closing in with two more mouths to feed, once the girls were found there would be twelve again. One morning at breakfast she asked the girls politely “So, what are your plans after this? What’s your plan for after you get your girls back?” Evangeline didn’t know what to say. She could go back to her Father’s house and stay in the church. But that would probably mean getting remarried. Deep down Vangie was a loner. There were only a few people in her life she felt truly comfortable living with, and now they were all gone. She could try to make a life for herself out here. With her two young daughters. Alone. The idea filled her with so much anxiety, her hands started sweating. 

“Well I think I’d like to live in Henford.” Said Farrah, her face flushed. AJ seemed shocked. “Why would you want to live all the way out there?” “I um, I have friends out there.” Farrah mumbled. She couldn’t get the thought of Jonah out of her mind. He was a godly man, so kind, so hardworking. The more she thought of him; the more she realized she liked him-a lot! She was nervous about calling or texting him, she’d been taught for years not to listen to her feelings. Maybe reaching out was a bad idea. 

She nervously broached the subject with AJ while they were watching Higher Prospects one night. “I think I really like this friend of mine, but I’m scared.” AJ was surprised Farrah was moving on so fast but reminded herself that her sister had been living as functionally single since before her youngest daughter was born. “Well,” she said “Is he a good man? I wouldn’t want you to end up with another Royce.” Farrah spent the next while extolling the virtues of her humble farmer neighbor. “He seems like a decent guy. Text him. See what he’s up to.”

[jonogueirawrites]

The in-between.

Chapter 6 of 20 (?).

Chapter 1.

Something wicked... 

AO3

TW: smut (barely), blood, mention of threat.

Evangeline's lips were soft. There was no denying it, but so was her skin under his touch. 

He felt her warmth on his fingertips when he traced her arms up to cup her face and deepen the kiss. She tasted of lust and sin. Her scent… It was something between wickedness and heaven. Cherry and lilies. 

Her fingers in his hair, scraping his scalp with her nails, elicited a moan from his lips. When she parted her legs for him to close the space between them, he let her. He bit her lower lip when she circled his hips and brought them close to hers. When she called his name in that tone only she had, Xavier, he traced her neck down with his thumbs and didn't stop until his fingers held the hem of her skirt. 

"Xavier-" Her hands found the skin under his t-shirt and left crescent moon markings on his back. He had to arch his body in response to the pain and pleasure. From his lips, a whine and an Evangeline fell. 

He grabbed the back of her thighs and brought her closer to him. Unable to stop her from rolling her hips against his, he reached for the buttons on the front of her dress. He opened them enough to expose her white bra to him. His hands caressing her stomach, teasing the bottom of her breasts. 

Her neck was the next to get his attention. He traced the skin with his nose until he couldn't resist anymore and bit hard until he heard her hiss. She was doing things to him. Making him lose control. Forget about everything but her. 

Evangeline took his t-shirt off. Her mouth found his jaw, and from there, she traced his body down to his neck with her teeth. He threw his head back and let her do whatever she wanted with him. "Evangeline." He felt her smile when he moaned her name. 

When she stopped touching him and stared into his eyes, he felt empty. Needing and cold. She traced his lips with her thumb and caressed his cheek until she grabbed a handful of his hair and brought his head down for a bruising kiss.  

It was tongue, but also teeth. Her hands were all over him. Grabbing, squeezing, pulling him closer. When her fingers reached the button of his jeans, his hands curled around her neck and roamed down her back.  

As soon as his fingers traced the space between her shoulder blades, the air temperature around them dropped. She shoved him away, and the stare she gave him sent shivers down his spine. Not the good kind of shivers.

"I'm sorry." She placed her palm on his chest.  

Something he couldn't name crossed her eyes. "Did I hurt you?" He tried to get closer, but she kept him away. 

"No, no. It's just… I'm sorry." She got off the desk and started to get dressed again. 

"Evangeline, I'm sorry." He carded his fingers through his hair. Pulling the strands from his face. "Did I do something wrong?"  

"No. Xavier," she sighed, "I have to go." She was by the door when she looked at him again. The tone of her voice mirrored the worry on her face. "I shouldn't have... Look, you did nothing wrong. I shouldn't…." Her last words were spoken out of his shed. 

Xavier was stunned. What just happened? He replayed everything in his head. Did he hurt her? Was he too rough? He threw his head back and cursed lowly. He had finally, finally, had her in his arms and fucked up. He sat on the chair and locked his fingers on his nape. "Fuck!" 

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Evangeline went straight to her room and locked the door behind her. She took a quick cold shower before staring at herself in the bathroom mirror. She brushed her hair and swept her face with her trembling hands. 

A noise coming from her room caught her attention, and she cautiously made her way there. She was sure no one could be there. 

When she saw who was in her room, her eyes widened. She took a step back to put distance between them.  

He sat on her bed. His presence alone enough to fill the whole place. If he was there, it meant she was in trouble. At least he was alone.  

Lifting his hand, he silently asked her to sit on the chair in front of him. Request she complied without question. 

Her throat was dry, but she knew not even the water in the whole galaxy would help her case. Nothing would help her. With a timid voice, she dared to greet him, "Hello, Uncle Gabriel." 

He shot her a pleasant smile. One she knew too well to know its real meaning. 

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Xavier spent the night awake. The look in Evangeline's brown eyes when she left, worrying him to no end.  

He had decided he would wait for her to come to talk to him, but what if she never did? With that question in mind, he went to the following morning's class decided to get some sort of explanation. His hopes got crushed when she was nowhere to be found. 

Walking up and down Nevermore until he found out where her room was, he skipped his other classes to talk to her. Knocking on her door and waiting, his mind made sure to come up with the most horrific explanations.  

When she took too long to answer, he knocked again, a small curse leaving his lips in a low whisper.  

"I know it's you, Xavier." 

His body stiffened. Her voice was right by the door, but her tone was filled with sorrow.  

"I just want to talk, okay?" He rested his forehead on the wood. "I'm sorry if I did something wrong. I never meant to hurt you." 

"You didn't hurt me. You did nothing wrong. Please, believe me. It wasn't you. It was me." 

"That's usually code to mean it's the other person's fault," he joked. He desperately wanted to dispel the tension between them. When Evangeline's laughter reached his ears, he sighed in relief. "Let's talk. Let me in, and we can-" 

Her eyes were the first thing he saw when she opened the door. She hid behind it, worrying a lip between her teeth. "I shouldn't… It seems I'm making only stupid decisions lately." She disappeared for a second before letting him in. 

Xavier's eyes traveled the place. He observed the pictures of battles on the walls and the many books on the shelves, but the object against the right wall got most of his attention. He glanced at Evangeline, who chuckled at him. 

"My brother's attempt at a joke." She caressed it with a nostalgic smile on her face. "Jokes on him. I'm pretty good at it." 

"A harp?" He raised a brow at her. "You play the harp?" 

"Why? You think I don't have what it takes?" She playfully narrowed her eyes at him. He chuckled, and she continued. "Let me warn you that I have a bow." She crossed her arms over her chest. With her chin, she showed it to him on the wall beside the door. 

"Who would be crazy enough to give you a weapon?" He threw his hands in the air. Feigning worry with his words. 

"A mad man who doesn't know the word danger." 

Xavier saw her playful smile turn into a frown. She looked at her desk and took the photograph from there. Closing her eyes, she placed it back facing down. "I need you to listen to me, Xavier." She walked up to him. Pressing her palms on his chest. "You did nothing wrong. You were…you were…” She sighed. 

He watched her. The way she bit on her lip. Looked for something in his eyes he wanted so bad to be able to give her. Felt the warmth from her skin even through the fabric of his t-shirt. He didn't resist and caressed her cheek with his thumb. Saw her close her eyes and lean on his touch. 

A tear rolled down her face, and he died inside. "Evangeline." 

She kissed him. It was sweet and soft and everything he had ever wanted. Her hands cupped his face and his rested gently on her hips.  

"Xavier, I need you to promise me something." She whispered on his lips. 

"Anything." He kissed her again. He wanted to feel her lips on his. No. He needed her lips on his. 

"Don't make promises when you don't know what they are." Her thumb caressed his lips. He nodded, and she smiled at him. "I need you to forget about me." 

"What?" His voice was louder than he intended. The hand she had on his jaw too delicate. "Have I-" 

"Please. I don't want to hurt you." 

"You won't." He cupped her face and made sure she was looking into his eyes. "You won't." 

She laughed. She closed her eyes, and upon opening them again, there was something wicked in there. Something evil. "You don't know me. You have no idea of what I am, boy." She caressed his lip with her thumb until it curled and dented because of her nail. She laughed again. A cruel and cold laughter. 

"I'm not scared of you." At the end of his words, she pushed him against her bed. A shining dagger against his neck. A dagger he knew too well. 

"Pretty boy, pretty boy." She whispered in his left ear.  

"Evangeline-" 

"Shush." She kissed his nose. The dagger sliding on his skin, drawing a fine line of fresh blood. When he hissed, she flashed him a maniac smile and licked the single drop coming from the tiny wound. "You should go." She got up and, in doing so, knocked a book from the shelf. How to keep evil away. The thick tome laying peacefully on the floor. "You should take that with you." She laughed. Pure mockery and joy in her voice. When she sat on the bed, her eyes were filled with depravity. 

Xavier stood. His eyes on hers. "I'm not afraid." He wasn't bluffing.  

Something inside him screaming at him. Telling him how dangerous she was but that she wouldn't harm him.  

"Oh, but you should." She licked her dagger. Her eyes staring at something only she could see.  

Xavier was by the door with his back to her. As much as he wanted to stay and finish their conversation, something told him it would be best to go. Looking over his shoulder, he smiled at her. "You won't harm me." He shook his head. 

"See you in your dreams, pretty boy." Her smile had way too many teeth. 

He narrowed his eyes at her before walking away. Still not far, he could hear her singsong, something wicked this way comes. 

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Evangeline flicked her hands, and the door closed. She stretched her neck and punched her bed. A silent scream escaping her. 

She raged, cried, and cursed. She didn't want him to see her like that, but Xavier was stubborn. She knew that if she didn't do something, the more drastic, the better, he wouldn't leave her alone.  

His safety was vital. She couldn't let an innocent life get caught up in her problems.  

One warning, she had. One. She couldn't complain, though. After the stunt she had pulled years before, she was nothing but glad. One warning was all she could have asked for. 

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Xavier cleaned his neck. He looked at the reflection in the mirror to check if he was bleeding, but the wound was barely visible. He chuckled at that. "I knew it."  

He took his clothes off and entered the shower. "If you wanted to hurt me, you would have done it already." He ran his finger through his hair. Letting the hot water wet his strands. "If you really wanted to kill me, Evangeline, you wouldn't have kissed me that way." He placed his fingers on his lips. The feeling of her touch on his skin sending goosebumps over his body. "I'm not scared. You won't drive me away so easily." 

A smile grew on his face. A resolve took root in his soul.  

"I'll show you it's you who is afraid. But you have nothing to fear from me." 

Next chapter. 

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[fouroutoffivestars]

The latest #AntMan offering, and possibly the last in the trilogy, has been subject to a lot of scrutiny ahead of the movie’s release yesterday. It’s widely publicised that this movie’s Rotten Tomatoes rating is one of the lowest in #MCU history, but does it really?

To start, the movie itself is good. It’s not great; it’s good. I sat in the theatre yesterday and found the credits appeared in the blink of an eye. Perhaps the movie could have been longer, allowing the characters to be a little more fleshed-out. But all-in-all, I found it a thoroughly enjoyable watch.

Without Michael Pena, there was a lack of the kind of humour that made the previous two issues of #Antman so fun, but Quantumania still had its moments. The Quantum Realm was a beautifully created alien landscape, so if you don’t like your movies with CGI, beware.

As you will have seen in reviews or any prerelease interviews, Jonathan Majors lines up as Kang the Conqueror, and he does a brilliant job as the MCU’s next big bad. Bill Murray’s cameo was also delightful. That said, however, I would possibly suggest that those were the only notable performances throughout. This isn’t to discredit any of the cast. It’s more of a reflection on the writing.

It’s painfully apparent that this film is not as lead-centric as Marvel movies typically are. Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania, the name itself lists two superheroes. However, Evangeline Lilly sadly lacks any strong dialogue or movie moments in this outing. When she did appear, it was almost a refreshing surprise. “Oh, yeah, Wasp’s in this too.”.

Paul Rudd is still afforded a lot of screen time, but I can’t help feeling that the “lead” role was split with both Kathryn Newton and Michelle Pfeiffer, who played Cassie and Janet, respectively. It may be another play by Marvel to introduce a strong, young female replacement to continue the role, and I’m all for that. But in this instance, it impacted the movie as a whole.

There have been many comments on how “weird” this movie is, don’t worry, it’s not. If you managed to cope with Ragnarok, Doctor Strange and any of the Guardians movies, you’re good. Clearly, some critics just have a very low bar regarding what’s considered “weird”. The creatures are a beautiful hodge-podge of ideas from all over, and they don’t look out of place for a second; except for a certain someone, but if you don’t know to expect him, I won’t spoil it here.

Let me bookmark this review by saying that at this moment, the movie is sat at 48% for critics and 84% for audiences, that’s with reviews numbering 292 and 2500+, respectively. I’m not trying to tell you that this movie is a must-see, but it is a worth-seeing movie.

Overall, kicking off Phase Five of the MCU, I think it’s an excellent start. The acting is as solid as you’d expect from names like Rudd, Lilly, Douglas, Pfeiffer, Murray, and Majors. The story could use a little work, but it adds just enough to show the audience what’s in store as the MCU moves forward.

I’ll give it 4 out of 5 stars.

[1spy]

1991 | Matthew Sweet - “Girlfriend”

In the fall of 1991, I saw a video on MTV that changed how I thought about music and shifted my tastes significantly toward what would become known as alternative music.  No, not THAT video. I’m not talking about Nirvana and “Smells Like Teen Spirit.” It was Matthew Sweet’s anime-infused video for the title track of his third album, Girlfriend.

I’d sometimes wake up and watch MTV in the upstairs den before going to school, and I remember it was morning, and I stood there in front of the TV transfixed throughout the entire thing. I wish I could go back in time and see it again for the first time. Or see the dumb look on my face as I  heard the first strains of feedback while watching a spaceship emerge from the ocean, and then watch as a sexy, sophisticated space opera takes place over the next three minutes, interrupted only by Matthew Sweet’s disembodied head and voice.

Another version of me might have gone down the anime rabbit hole and become obsessed with manga. And I was intrigued, of course. Space Adventure Cobra: The Movie looked like the Voltron cartoons I loved as a kid, but seemed to contain nudity and adult situations. That movie looked incredible! But this was pre-internet and I had no idea where to go for softcore cartoons. Or even how to find out what movie it was. It’s been more than 30 years, and I still haven’t seen it.

Music though, was something I was learning how to investigate. And hearing Sweet’s precise stabs of dry rhythm guitar and 18 layers of harmony vocals be absolutely ripped apart by multiple unhinged guitar solos, well, that blew my mind. I had never heard anyone play guitar like that, and I wanted more of it immediately.

The “it” was Robert Quine who was, prior to this, most famous for playing with Richard Hell and the Voidoids, one of the first American punk rock bands to come out in the mid-70s. He also played with Lou Reed on his classic album, The Blue Mask. The pairing with Sweet was odd, because Sweet’s first two albums were polished, shiny pop albums that sounded like…a less exciting version of the Bangles or Cyndi Lauper. Sweet’s third album stripped away all the, uh, sweetness, but doubled down on Sweet’s layered harmony vocals while letting his guitar players go wild. 

I didn’t know it at the time, but Quine and the other main guitar player on the record, Richard Lloyd from the band Television, were actual punk pioneers. Punk rockers who played early shows with the Ramones and pre-dated british bands like The Clash and Sex Pistols. They were from a generation before Nirvana and Sonic Youth, and they specialized in the kind of guitar that rock critics called “searing” and “angular”. Together, they just kicked all kinds of ass all over this record and were a key reason why Matthew Sweet’s third album isn’t just a power pop classic. It has frequent moments of ecstatic, blistering fury and jazz-like bursts of melody. And those sounds were thrilling in the context of Sweet’s sophisticated, Beatles-soaked songwriting.

The whole album really is a power-pop masterpiece. Sweet wrote it after he was divorced from his first wife. It has big divorced guy energy. Half of it is consumed with recriminations and regrets from his dissolving relationship, the other half are wistful fantasies about finding new love. The love songs included one named for Winona Rider and one called “Evangeline” about a girl who cares more about God than she does about Sweet (btw, my parents were going to name me Evangeline had I been a girl). There’s a surprising amount of theological content on the record, and Sweet has said the record captured his emergence as an atheist. It’s his lyrics about searching for a God who seems frustratingly absent that are the album’s most consistent and compelling lyrical theme.

Finally, let me add that the ballads are killer on this album. “You Don’t Love Me”, “Your Sweet Voice” and “Nothing Lasts” provide a break from the punk rock guitar heroics in favor of pedal steel guitar from one of the masters, Greg Leisz. 

Two weeks ago, Matthew Sweet suffered a massive stroke while he was on tour in Europe with Hanson. He’s returned to the states and is now undergoing treatment and therapy towards what I hope is a full recovery. You can donate here:

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Best and Worst of Both worlds (part 34)

Tw: nothing much except mild victim blamey thing from reader

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Part 35

You spent most of your time asleep. The medicine that the doctors hooked you on made you drowsy. Oddly enough, you didn't have nightmares about the incident. You're... indifferent about it now.

Maybe it's because you thought Evangeline was ill, in a way. She didn't have as much control over her thoughts and actions as a normal person.

Maybe you're just... tired. You didn't want to be angry or scared anymore. The emotions returned whenever you thought about the Jones family, however.

"...Sweetheart?" Your eyes opened. Why is...

Montgomery sat next to you. He seems wary, hesitant to touch your hand. In the end, he kept it to his side.

That's right. You allowed him to visit you. What were you thinking? Maybe you weren't at all. The event clouded your judgement, but you think your yearning for some kind of physical connection made you do this. You did tell Yves though, and he said wasn't as upset as you thought. Strangely enough, he seemed to trust him. However, he contacted your nurses to make sure you're never alone with him.

"Hey, how are ya doing?" He cooed, slowly getting closer to you. Halting immediately when you flinched.

You didn't answer him and you eyed him warily.

You gave the nurse a glance, she's standing there and watching over you. It makes you wonder if this is supposed to be something a security guard should do. The nurse is probably needed somewhere, but she's stuck here watching you and Montgomery.

He prepped your over-bed table with the help of your nurse.

"Here, I got you something to eat." Montgomery placed a Styrofoam box wrapped in a plastic bag onto the table. He helped you set it up.

It smelled and looked delicious, but you don't think anyone who is admitted into a hospital should eat that.

You thanked him, but didn't touch it.

He sat there in silence with you. You're grateful that he didn't want to touch you at all nor is he up to his usual antics.

You asked him again, how he got your number.

He seems taken aback by this question that came out of the blue. But in the end, he avoided your eyes and finally decided to tell you, albeit with great hesitance.

"From... that girl." He must be talking about Evangeline. His tone was careful, fearing that she might trigger any bad memories. But you don't think it would. Because you thought you got over it even though deep down you know you didn't.

Montgomery didn't say much after that. Allowing you to settle back into solitude.

"...I gotta go back to work." He tried to stroke your head on reflex, but you pulled away. Montgomery frowned and decided to back off.

"I'll see ya soon." He took out his wallet and pulled out $40, he used your phone as a paperweight for the notes.

You looked at it and wondered why he was still giving you cash. It's not like you could use them at the moment. And it's not a weekly thing, it's a daily routine for him. You guess it's because he's not living in an apartment, that's how he was able to afford to do this.

He spared you one last pitying glance over his shoulders before leaving the room, your nurse following him behind.

You began closing the Styrofoam box. You kept the meal aside and took your phone in your hands.

You have a text from Yves.

"How was your meeting with Yeller, dear?"

You replied that it was okay. He did not touch you or did anything weird. You mentioned that he left you $40 again, you lost count, but you think he must have given you around $220 now. Not to mention, he paid off your first trip to the emergency room and fed you every time he saw you. The takeouts he brings have to be at least another $40 a meal.

You expressed that you felt bad even though he was making you uncomfortable.

You were surprised when you felt wetness on your cheeks, you're crying again. All because of these conflicting feelings, Montgomery was nice to you but the attention from him wasn't wanted. Yet it didn't feel right to try and ruin his life, he's struggling to get by as it is.

You wished you never met him. Or at least, you wished he wasn't so delusional and creepy. He could have been your friend since Yves doesn't see him as a threat to the relationship.

You rubbed your eyes and grimaced at the fact that you sent Yves paragraphs upon paragraphs of your thoughts. You had to scroll down three times to get to the end.

"I see. Thank you for entrusting your thoughts with me."

That was all he replied. You didn't know what to tell him next. So you switched your phone off and set it down.

Only to pick it back up when you received another text from Yves.

"The weather has improved enough for all flights to resume. I will be with you tomorrow."

You were glad yet dreading the moment he sees you like this. Even though he has shown nothing but love and compassion for you, there is still that irritating voice at the back of your head, telling you that he is going to be disgusted and upset at you for not doing 'enough'.

You texted him if he attended his conference.

"Yes. It went well, I shared my findings and learned from the best researchers the world has to offer..." He droned on for a while.

It was nice hearing his melodious voice. Despite not understanding a lot of what he said, you appreciated that he is the speaker and you're the listener for once. Is this how your chattiness feels to Yves? You doubt so because he would insert his own interesting output no matter what the topic was. You couldn't say anything of value to him regarding... metaphysics, probabilities and statistical evidence to a study you never heard of.

Yves knows you're not interested in this. But you needed a calm distraction from your mind. He is happy to divulge information about his trip to you, however, his main goal was to make your time passage as bearable as possible.

You continued absorbing details about his adventures around the picturesque city, the luxury handbag shop, the massive mall selling all his favourite, lavish things, his appointments with the country's most sought-after, high-end manicurist and hairstylist and his frustrations at the airport.

You were in disbelief that he squeezed all that within five days. You don't know how he managed to check off his entire list and contact you regularly. It's like he never slept or ate. You did find it somewhat odd that he didn't mention much about the local eateries. Maybe he just isn't interested in food when it comes to vacations.

"...I had an enjoyable trip. But... I missed you." He remotely adjusted the angle of his hidden camera to see your face better through the screen.

"What I wouldn't give to have you here..." He whispered dreamily. Yves watched the live feed of you through half-lidded eyes. "You would have loved France."

You don't know if you would. Since the language is quite complex and you may or may not know how to speak well enough to be respected. But you kept an open mind.

His last sentence made you think about the idea of joining him in future trips.

[signetrings]

♡ ✧ ♥ ❀ ✾ ❁ ★ ◇ ▣ ❖ ◈

♡ who said i love you first?

a part of me wants to say evangeline just because of who she is and how freely she loves people. even though draco grew up with two involved parents, the love he receives from them ( especially from his father ) feels very conditional and so he's not predisposed to throwing the love word around if he doesn't know if it's already reciprocated.

✧ how do they break the tension after a disagreement?

if it's a serious disagreement, i think draco would take a step back from her and keep his distance. he'd need time to cool off because he'd fear he'd say something he'd regret. but also i don't think evangeline would let him be alone for that long.

♥ how do they cuddle when they share a bed?

draco has evangeline wrapped up in his arms. it's very funny because i feel like draco has jacks affection tendencies where he doesn't want to let her go.

❀ what is the dumbest argument they've ever had?

likely something quidditch related. i feel like draco's a bit snobby when it comes to quidditch, especially in his earlier years so he'd have opinions that he refused to budge on.

✾ what kind of 'couple talk' have they developed? (baby talk, weird words or phrases that are an inside joke etc.)

i feel like they'd constantly joke about settling

❁ what moment made them realize they're in love?

for draco, i think it was a combination of two moments: the moment where he decided to push evangeline away for her safety and the moment he came rushing into the hospital wing because he feared she was the student who touched the cursed necklace intended for dumbledore.

★ what foods do they swap or pick out of their food that the other will eat for them?

draco's palette is so vast, i think that man would eat just about anything so he'd happily eat whatever evangeline didn't want

◇ who likes to cook and who cleans? how do they generally divide domestic labor?

the way draco in my head snootily went "we have house elves for that" 🥴

▣ what is their favorite color(s) to see the other in?

black and green ( for selfish reasons, he likes seeing his partners in his house colours )

❖ how does their casual intimacy look? what part of the body do they tend to innocently/comfortingly caress?

hand holding is a big one! i also imagine draco to have his arm around her whenever he can.

◈ what was your muse's first impression of the other? how did it change over time?

evangeline would catch his eye immediately, but the minute the sorting hat places evangeline in gryffindor, draco would scoff and roll his eyes and pretend he didn't care to know her. it obviously changes as time goes on and can't deny what he feels anymore.