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antique-ann · 2 years ago

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A One-Shot of A Dream I Had..

Chayanne and Tallulah were back at Wilbur's playing in the tree house. Chayanne was jumping around doing water bucket clutches from the patio, while Tallulah was reading the books Phil had put in the tree house. They were waiting on Phil to come back from getting some materials so they can go on an adventure today.

"Tallulah... oh Tallulah... Don't be afraid we're just here to visit!" they heard call out from below the tree. Two strangers were approaching the tree in search for them. They noticed Chayanne as he climbed up the tree house to protect Tallulah, sword in hand ready to battle. Tallulah dropped her book and hid behind Chayanne.

The strangers started climbing up the tree and Chayanne immediately urged Tallulah to the patio, and he jumped to the ground, water bucket clutching. He left the water on the ground and screamed "Tallulah! Jump! Jump!" Tallulah without hesitation, jump into the water below.

They both ran towards to waypoint as fast as their little legs could, but when they got to the waypoint, they were surround by the strangers. Chayanne body blocked Tallulah from them and whispered, "When I say go, take the waypoint back to abuelo's. Get help." Tallulah didn't want to leave her favourite tio behind, but she knew they needed help and nodded.

"There you are little Tallulah..." one of the strangers hissed, his eyes narrowed at the eggs with a hint of crazy. "Give her to us... we just wanted to see her real face... they said if we cracked her open and see her real face... we would become gods of the island..." they continued as they slowly crept their way closer to the two eggs, cornering them.

Chayanne gripped his sword tighter from fury, the whole time keeping his eyes on the strangers for sudden movements. "GO TALLULAH GO." Chayanne screamed, and Tallulah took the waypoint. The last thing she saw was Chayanne fighting off the now angry strangers with his life.

"ABUELO! ABUELO!" Tallulah called out, panic and fear running through her veins as she ran around the top of the wall looking for Phil. Phil had heard the pop of the waypoint and appeared around his stack of chest by his dirt roofed house. "Tallulah? What's wrong?" he rushed to her as she flung herself into her abuelo's arms. "Tio... danger... strangers..." she sobbed into his chest.

In a blink, she was in Chayanne's room with Phil by the door. "Stay here. I'm getting Chayanne home. I promise." He gave a little peck on her head before closing the door. The last thing Tallulah heard were the sound of crows cawing and fluttering away in unison and the pop of the waypoint.

Chayanne was fighting off the strangers with everything he had. Putting in crits and blocking hits with his shield like how Phil had taught him, but he was slowly losing his strength. "YOU SHIT EGG. WHERE HAS SHE GONE?!" the strangers demanded angrily. Chayanne placed another good hit to one of the stranger’s ribs with the hilt of his sword, a small crack sounded.

Chayanne, out of breath and huffing, was about to give in when suddenly he heard a pop from the waypoint. All of them paused in their tracks and turned to look, to find a man with pitch black wings spread open, pointed high, surrounded with a threatening and commanding aura. "LEAVE. MY CHILD. ALONE." Phil glared at the strangers with piercing blue eyes filled with rage and the promise of death.

Normally, people would have cowered in fear or run away with their tails tucked between their legs. For Chayanne, it was the first time he saw his gentle and funny dad that angry, and he stared in awe and admiration at the beauty and terror that is the Angel of Death himself. Chayanne decided in that second that he will become just like his dad.

"Chayanne. Come." Phil called out and Chayanne sprinted to his dad. Phil caught Chayanne in his arms and carried him, holding him close. Even with rage pumping through Phil's veins, his hold was gentle and full of love. Chayanne snuggled into his shoulder. Suddenly, the sky turned dark, as dark as the void. Behind Phil and Chayanne was the sound of wings fluttering, and a murder of crows cawing loudly.

Chayanne watched as Phil lifted his sword and slowly pointed it towards the two strangers. The crows dived past Phil and Chayanne towards the strangers, and all Chayanne could see was black feathers swarming and consuming the strangers into the darkness. Phil placed Chayanne down and nodded towards the waypoint. Chayanne placed his hand on the waypoint and teleported, the last sound he heard were the tortured cries of the strangers.

On the other side of the waypoint, Tallulah paced around anxiously, she tried playing her flute to calm down, but it didn't work. She was about to throw her flute onto the ground out of frustration when suddenly two pops from the waypoint reached her ears. Phil opened the door and Tallulah rushed out to greet her tio with a tight hug, let out a sigh of relief. "You're okay!" she exclaimed.

Tallulah clung to Chayanne like her life depended on it. "I wished I was stronger; I could have helped." she whispered sadly as the weight of the stressed sunk into her shell. She felt a hand giving her soothing pats. "You did Tallulah! You got abuelo to help! If you didn’t, I don't know what would have happened." Chayanne pointed out. "I helped...? Tallulah looked up at Phil and Chayanne with tears in her eyes. "You did sweet child." Phil assured as he carried both Chayanne and Tallulah into his arms.

"The strangers wanted to crack Tallulah open." Chayanne voiced out. "They said they would become gods of the island if they saw my real face." Tallulah chimed in. Phil frowned. "The fuck? That’s bullshit. Someone is probably trying to kill the surviving eggs again by spreading rumours. This island is fucked up!" he thought out loud. "Don't worry. I will protect you with my life and I'll punt the fucker who made up that rumour." Phil promised and the two eggs nodded.

He carried them into Chayanne's room and sat on the bed. "You both have been really, really brave today. I'm so proud of you." He hugged them close. Chayanne and Tallulah looked at each other, safe and sound, being smothered in love, and they cried.

They held each other as they let it all out, Phil snuggled them close and shielded them from the world with his wings. They stayed like that until they all fell asleep, which was how Wilbur found them when he came home.

#oneshot #hurt/comfort #qsmp #chayanne #tallulah #philza minecraft #minecraft #qsmp eggs #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #qsmp philza

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crows-father · 1 year ago

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There's shocked silence in the room for a long moment. Tallulah leans back out her mom's arms and hops up on her toes, peeking around Wilbur, and then beams. Meanwhile, Phil's expression drops into shock.

"ChayyyAAANNNNEEEEEEE-"

Tallulah stands, meekly, in the bathroom. Her hands clutch at the red of her skirt, clawed feet clicking against the hair-covered tile as she looks up at her parents. Her hair is cut close, bangs in her eyes, brushed straight and puffing around her horns. It's a little choppy, but not something that needed to be fixed.

She scrunches the skirt, sniffling. "Uhm. I- I'm sorry?" Tear tracks shine on her face from the rush of emotion that startled her at being found out. She didn't think this far.

#and the crows bid goodnight (finished thread)#yaoiverse #“Close your eyes / Have no fear” (Chayanne)#“In search of all things beautiful” (Tallulah)#“All of your good is mine.” (Wilbur)

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windudemon · 2 years ago

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rock ballads as personality types

is this love by whitesnake : IXTP (unsure of own feelings and reaches to the conclusion that he is in love by logic this would also apply to EXTJs reason because all these types share having ethics functions at the bottom)

is this love that i’m feeling is this the love that i’ve been searching for is this love or am i dreaming this must be love cause it’s really got a hold on me

november rain by guns n’ roses : ESTP (brutally logical and spitting facts. could also apply to entp)

nothin’ lasts forever and we both know hearts can change and it’s hard to hold a candle In the cold november rain (…) love is always coming, love is always going no one’s really sure who’s lettin’ go today walking away

when a man loves a woman by michael bolton: ESFJ (simppppppppppp)

when a man loves a woman spend his very last dime and trying to hold on to what he needs he’d give up all his comforts and sleep out in the rain if she said that’s the way, it ought to be

I’d Do Anything for Love (But I Won’t Do That) by meat loaf: ENFP (ne dom, fi creative (especially for the twist at the end)

Will you raise me up? Will you help me down? Will you get me right out of this godforsaken town? Can you make it all a little less cold?

I can do that I can do that

Will you hold me sacred? Will you hold me tight? Can you colourise my life, I'm so sick of black and white? Can you make it all a little less old?

I can do that Oh I can do that

Will you make me some magic with your own two hands? Can you build an emerald city with these grains of sand? Can you give me something I can take home?

I can do that I can do that

Will you cater to every fantasy I got? Will you hose me down with holy water, if I get too hot? Will you take me places I've never known?

I can do that Oh, I can do that

After a while you'll forget everything It was a brief interlude and a midsummer night's fling And you'll see that it's time to move on No, I won't do that I won't do that

where the wild roses grow by nick cave & the bad seeds ft. kylie minogue: IxTJ (who the fuck else can even imagine to write a song like this? dark and "fe blindspot" for sure.)

on the third day he took me to the river he showed me the roses and we kissed and the last thing I heard was a muttered word as he knelt above me with a rock in his fist

on the last day I took her where the wild roses grow and she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief and i kissed her goodbye, said, “all beauty must die” and i lent down and planted a rose ‘tween her teeth

winds of change by scorpions: INFJ (obviously, this song is about times changing (ni) and people (fe))

Listening to the wind of change The world is closing in Did you ever think That we could be so close, like brothers

The future's in the air Can feel it everywhere Blowing with the wind of change

Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow dream away In the wind of change

tallulah by sonata artica: ixfj (this one particularly fe creative. the fe usage here is very effective because fe creative is supported by fi demonstrative)

Remember when we used to look how sun set far away, And how you said "this is never over", I believed your every word and I quess you did too, But now you're saying "hey, let's think this over".

You take my hand and pull me next to you, so close to you, I have a feeling you don't have the words, I found one for you, kiss your cheak, say bye, and walk away Don't look back cause I am crying.

I remember little things, you hardly ever do, Tell me why, I don't know why it's over, I remember shooting stars, the walk we took that night, I hope your wish came true, mine betrayed me.

You let my hand go and you fake a smile for me, I have a feeling you don't know what to do, I look deep in your eyes, hesitate a while, Why are you crying.

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i don’t want to miss a thing by aerosmith: esfp (being “se” in the moment and enjoying that special, specific feeling towards a person obsessively)

don’t want to close my eyes i don’t want to fall asleep 'dause i’d miss you baby and i don’t want to miss a thing 'cause even when i dream of you the sweetest dream will never do i’d still miss you baby and i don’t want to miss a thing

bed of roses by bon jovi: ENFJ (theatrical and dramatic and over the top romantic) i’ll just close my eyes and whisper “baby, blind love is true” i want to lay you down in a bed of roses for tonight i’ll sleep on a bed of nails oh I want to be just as close as the holy ghost is and lay you down on a bed of roses

painted on my heart by the cult : ISFP!!! (fi deep and se sensory)

I've still got your face Painted on my heard Carved upon my soul Etched upon my memory . . .baby

And I've got your kiss Still Burning on my lips The touch of her fingertips Is left so deep inside of me . . .baby

just like heaven by the cure: INFP but also ENFP (ne playful, fi emotionally involved and alive)

"Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick? The one that makes me scream." she said "The one that makes me laugh." she said And threw her arms around my neck "Show me how you do it, And I promise you, I promise that I'll run away with you, I'll run away with you."

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leoweatherington · 3 years ago

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@firekeeper--lula

Tallulah resisted the urge to pick at her clothes. Even after a year of being forced to wear them – jeans, chinos, cardigans, and others of the same sort – she found them bulky and uncomfortable. Her top pulled tightly at her waist and chest. The shoes weren’t much better. Despite choosing not to wear the long heels she had seen on other women, the brunette kept feeling as if she were going to trip. Still, she had to admit that these clothes made quite the difference. The woman she saw in the glass reflection was a strange, foreign creature. Never in her life had she felt so clean, so beautiful. But enough was enough! Delicately, her slim frame bent down to loosen her shoelaces. One foot stepped outside, then the other, until both feet touched the cold, hard ground. Much better…

But when the guards left her be, Tallulah’s mind was occupied with something different entirely. The elemental found herself frozen in place, eyes fixated upon the bars that would separate her private space from the rest of the school. He hadn’t mentioned this. When she agreed to come, she did not think she would swap one kind of prison for another. Then, footsteps. Someone approached.

Tallulah was quick to turn around. She was so close to the stranger, and a little frightened even. The guards had told her to behave and they had introduced some of the rules to her but in that instant, all of it seemed forgotten. Every lesson was as fleeting and vaporous as the mists that had once surrounded her. One hand shot out, brushed against the other’s chest, and thus establishing the space between them. For a moment, Tallulah thought she could feel the heat and power within her again. Of course, this was only a fragment of her imagination. There was nothing. The bandages around her hand made contact with the fabric of the stranger’s shirt. That was it. Nothing. She was disappointed to have to retract her hands away again and back to her sides. Tallulah waited patiently for a few moments, eyes shifting down and then back up again. And when it became clear that the other was not going to go, she finally dared to speak up with a roughness that much contrasted her delicate and perhaps fragile appearance. “What is your name and purpose?”

With a leash in one hand and a beef jerky in the other, Leo was walking casually around without a care in the world. It wasn’t like he didn’t noticed the stares he was getting and to be fair, it’s not often seeing some other animal at the end of a leash other than a dog. Chewing on the jerky, he waited patiently for the bearded dragon while it continues to move after stopping every few steps. The old thing had his own schedule and it just wasn’t Leo’s place to rush him.

The mini stroll was going well. Asides from the weird looks, he did received a few ‘oos’ and ‘ahhs’ from those who were fellow fans of reptiles and naturally, the future vet in him just needed to start in depth conversations with those people. The chitchats didn’t take long but by the time Leo said his byes, he’d already felt the needed nap kicking in. “Alrighty, Bub, time to head home for that quick snooze,” he began, turning only to stop at the empty spot at the end of the leash.

“Shit!” Rolling up the empty leash quickly, Leo began running in search for the missing reptile. The idea of some strange person finding the mini dragon and making a little purse out of it was enough to make him sick. Running blindly, he somehow found himself ended down at the slaves’ dormitory. Leo immediately caught the quick swipe of his little tail as he entered a room way down the hall. How the bearded dragon even crawled so fast, he had no idea, but he wasted no time in catching up. When he was finally in front of the room, his eyes instantly flew to the little dragon near a pair of female’s feet. Just as he was about to open his mouth, his eyes slowly shifted to the hand that was pretty much making close contact with his chest. He kept his mouth shut, unsure what was happening until she finally pulled away. At her sudden question, Leo let out an incredulous laugh and said, “Uh, that’s quite a demand after feeling someone up. But okay- I am here to take back what is mine.”

#{ thread 1: firekeeper-lula }#// moved to new thread for tracking :)

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wonderwafles · 3 years ago

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Kiss prompt: Tallulah/Caliban, #17?

Funnily enough, you caught me in the midst of writing a fic about them already! Your prompt fit in perfectly. (Now on AO3!)

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The rain pouring down turned the roads into mud-slick quagmires that threatened to pull him down and never let him go again, which Caliban-8 figured was really just as well, today of all days.

The Hall of Consensus awaited ahead, framed by low buildings and the dark clouds above. He stood at a street corner, the eyes of several civilians on him (he was, after all, famous-by-proxy) and straightened up. He looked devastated, out in the rain. Just as well.

The doors of the Consensus now stood before him. He schooled his features, raised his hand, and knocked.

Consensus was in session; he wasn’t supposed to knock. But this news could not wait.

The doors opened, by the hand of a minor Faction representative — for which, he couldn’t remember. Perhaps there had been a change, since the last time he was in the City.

“Ah,” he said, looking him up and down. “And you are…?”

“Caliban-8,” he said. His voice grated like broken glass in the aftermath of tears. Most people did not think Exos could cry, and yet, by some quirk or feature of their design…

The man still looked confused. Caliban sighed. “Second in command to Talullah Fairwind,” he added.

A few more agonizing moments of silence, making Caliban’s job much harder than it needed to be, before a gruffer voice from behind the door made them both jump.

“Hello, Caliban,” Osiris said. “Open the door, man, open the door! This one has come from long and far to meet us again.”

As with anything Osiris said, there might have been a rebuke buried in there somewhere. It was one of the things that always caused strife between Osiris and Tallulah, who hated the idea of someone talking out of both sides of their mouth at her. Today of all days, Caliban did not ask.

“Osiris,” he greeted the Warlock as he stepped inside.

“I received your message,” Osiris replied, straightforward as ever. “I don’t suppose there’s any chance you come bearing good news?”

Caliban looked around. At the table in the center of the Consensus, the surrounding audience having depleted to only a few stragglers and many empty chairs, Saint-14, the Speaker, and three Consensus leaders sit. A session is in full swing. Part of that must be his fault, for the news he had all but told Osiris he had.

He decided to turn away from Osiris, and make his way down the stairs. “Thank you, my friends,” he said. (Politician speech, but he feels it truly.) “It’s true that I have some bad news.”

Saint turned away, just so. The Speaker is inscrutable behind the mask. Caliban can tell they already know what he’s going to say.

“A couple of days ago, Tallulah Fairwind was killed,” he said. His voice broke at the appropriate moment. He didn’t even need to try. “An Ahamkara got to her. She…”

He took a moment to compose himself, and to remember his instructions.

“She took on a bet with the dragon in order to save a distant village,” Caliban continued. He looked around. All eyes were on him, including what few spectators there were. The rain pounded outside, noiseless and deafening. He closed his eyes, blocked them all out. “She lost the game. She argued that instead of the village, the price should be her life. The dragon accepted.”

He opened them again as he heard the scraping of a chair. In an instant, Saint had wrapped his arms around Caliban, tightening around him like servos in a steel trap.

“My friend,” Saint said. “I am truly sorry to hear this news.”

“As am I,” Osiris said, laying his hand on Caliban’s shoulder. “Tallulah was… a true friend. And a fierce defender of the City’s people, not just its doctrine.”

“I bet she went down like a hero,” Sagira added. “Like always.”

Consolation was murmured across the table. The Faction leaders — he recognized New Monarchy and the War Cult, but who was that third one? — joined in.

Eventually, it all died down, and Saint finally released him. Only the Speaker was left sitting at the head of the table. He had not risen, nor did he say anything while the others spoke.

Now, however, his soft voice drifted throughout the room. “I am sorry, Caliban,” he said. “It was… I first met Tallulah in what feels like the bleakest part of the Dark Age. She was such an excellent Hunter. I thought there was no better choice for the position of Vanguard. I still feel that way now.”

Caliban nodded. He couldn’t help but agree, even knowing how much Tallulah longed to be free. And what she would do to get there.

The Speaker’s mask tilted down slightly, towards what Caliban had in his hands. “I suppose she has named you her successor?”

Caliban held up Tyranny of Heaven. “Her Dare was that whoever got her bow would replace her,” he said, speaking carefully, telling no lies. “She gave it to me just before the end.”

It was a fine piece of work, silvered and made by a hand that almost seemed alien in its precision and beauty. Caliban had always said that it was the first, and only, nice thing that Tallulah owned.

“Look,” New Monarchy’s man said, standing up. “This is grave news, and the City has a long time of mourning ahead of it. But I feel I must say, as a member of the Consensus, that this whole Dare thing is ridiculous. And if Tallulah intended to choose her successors based on Hunter bravado—”

“We’ve had this discussion before, Executor,” the Speaker said. “Mandating a Hunter Vanguard would only serve to drive any potential candidates further away. In any case,” now inclining his head towards Caliban, “we have a very clear-cut scenario here. Tallulah has named her successor. If she trusts him, then so do I.”

Uh oh.

Caliban swallowed, a vestigial tic from the time before the creation of the Exos. All eyes turned to him again. Now was the hardest part. “I’m afraid I have to decline,” he told them all.

Before they could say anything, he pressed forward. “The dragon is still out there, and still a threat,” he said. “I feel… bound to hunt it. To make sure that nothing like this happens again. And I am aware that would conflict with my duties as Vanguard.”

“This does not need your hand, Caliban, skilled though it is,” Saint said, full of patience and grief. “This dragon… we could start a search party. You could lead them, from the City.”

Caliban had always hated Hunter bravado. But now, at least, it made for a good cover. He summoned up every inch of acting ability he had, as well as every ounce of resolve he could muster, and broke his friend’s heart.

“I am bound to this,” he insisted. Real grief filled his voice as he looked around the Consensus. So many friends to say goodbye to. So much left undone here. “The Ahamkara was mine and Tallulah’s responsibility. And now it is only mine. I would not risk any other Guardians to clean up my mess.”

Saint and Osiris bowed their heads. They understood duty. The others… it was hard to get a bead on them.

“Fine,” the Speaker said, a twinge of anger making its way into his voice. “Go, then, and have your vengeance, so long as you leave us another successor to replace a lost friend.”

Caliban cringed. A thread of razor wire tightened around his heart, and he almost thought about calling it all off, telling them all the truth they deserved to know. But not now. Not now that he’d already passed a million event horizons.

“Be kind, Speaker,” Osiris said. “I understand what he’s doing. And I sympathize with it entirely.”

Osiris met Caliban’s eye, and something in there made the Hunter think that he had entirely underestimated the old Warlock.

“Kauko Swiftriver,” Caliban said, as the silence deepened. “He’s a good man. He’ll take up the job, I know it.”

“Good man indeed,” Saint said. “And what of the Dare?”

Caliban thought deeply about this. He couldn’t offer Kauko the bow. And his conscience couldn’t take it if he Dared his friend to do something dangerous just to cover for him.

Then, the answer crashed over him like a waterfall. “I will Dare him to tell everyone here my greatest secret,” Caliban said. And smiled. It was the first time since he had gotten to the Consensus that he felt like smiling. “You all will get your Vanguard.”

…

“That’s a damn evil choice your boy gave me, Tallulah,” Kauko Swiftriver said.

Tallulah laughed, and brushed the hair out of her face. She had decided to wear it loosely now, in honor of new freedom. “I told you,” she said. “He has a dark side.”

Kauko scoffed. “Yeah. Maybe you’ve been getting to him.”

“I’ve been getting to him for a while now.” Tallulah smirked. “But hey. Don’t be too upset. It’s not such a bad life, you know. Saint and Osiris are good people. Just prepare to be the biggest third wheel in the history of third wheels.”

“I think I know what that’s like,” Kauko said. But he smiled. “Fine, fine. Anything for you, Fairwind. Just… be safe out there. And yeah, I know what I said. I mean it. It’s retirement. Enjoy it.”

“I’ll try,” she replied. “Thanks, Kauko. For real. Stay in touch?”

“Sure thing.”

Wishful thinking, maybe. But neither of them said anything else as the terminal blinked out, and Tallulah was left alone in the tiny ship with her thoughts.

Not alone for long, however.

“That,” Caliban accused from the other end of the ship, “was horrible.”

“Cal!” Tallulah brightened up. She couldn’t help it. “Was wondering if you’d skipped out on me!”

But her spirits fell as she saw his face. For a second, a horrible fear that he had changed his mind washed over her, and for a moment she had no idea what she was going to do.

“Was it that bad?” she asked, keeping her voice casual, making her way over to him.

“Saying goodbye to your friends is always hard,” he said. He shook his head. “But I wouldn’t have agreed to do it if I didn’t want to go with you. I just… I hated having to lie to them.”

She sighed. Sometimes, he knew her better than she knew herself. “I know, buddy,” she said. Nothing at all came to mind to make him feel better. “How can I make it up to you?”

Caliban sighed, and wrapped his arms around her. “I don’t know,” he said.

“Really?” she said, returning the hug. “You’re aware you’re turning down a favor from the one and only Tallulah Fairwind, Hunter extraordinaire? One time offer of me owing you, never to be admitted again?”

Caliban smiled into the crook of her shoulder. “You don’t owe me anything,” he said. “I know how this life was getting to you, getting to both of us. I’d do it again in a heartbeat if you asked me to.”

I owe you everything, she thought. Everything, every day, for all the days there ever will be. Sometimes the thought of this truth staggers her, nearly knocks her to the floor.

“Tell you what,” Tallulah said, separating from the hug. “If, in a hundred years, Saint and Osiris are still standing, we’ll pop back to the City and explain ourselves. I bet that’s enough time for them to stop being angry with us.”

Caliban laughed. “You promise?” he asked.

Always, always, always. “Let’s seal it,” Tallulah said, and pulled him closer. Caliban leaned inward and returned the kiss, and for a second it didn’t even matter that their cramped jumpship had Caliban stooping even before the kiss, or that they were leaving behind everything they had ever known for a chance at something better.

Caliban broke away and laughed. “Okay, okay, I believe you,” he said.

“Then let’s get gone before Osiris figures us out,” she said. She went over and sat in the cockpit, keying the engine.

“Nice ship, on such short notice,” Caliban said. “I don’t suppose it has anything to do with the fact that the representative of the new Faction, which just recently rocketed out of obscurity to gain a seat on the Consensus, wears the same logo as the one on the hull?”

Tallulah winked. “Probably just a coincidence,” she said.

“Sure. Last question, then. Do you know where we’re going?”

“I do indeed, so you can stop that tone of voice. I was talking to this Iron Lord pal of mine—”

“All the Iron Lords are dead!”

“Hey, hey! Let me finish the story...”

#destiny #tallulah/caliban #my writing #asksolotl

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pixie88 · 4 years ago

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Summer Love

Chapter 2 - TNA - After the Wedding.

A/N: I’m editing all my fanfiction and tidy up my tumblr account. Correcting mistakes and shorting chapters down. Sorry if you have already read this. Let me know if you would like to be tagged!

Find previous chapters HERE under The Nanny Affair - After the Wedding.

Word count: 3489 Sorry that was the shortened down version too. The OG was 5000!

WARNINGS: ⚠️ Some adult language ans sexual content.

Disclaimer: Characters are property of Pixelberry.

Pairings: M!Sam x MC - Olive.

Enjoy 😘

10 years ago

"Jenny, do you have to go? Who am I going to hang out with all summer?" "Olive, You have loads of friends not just me. Plus, you will be busy with your summer job! Promise me one thing make sure Jace turns up on time, please" I sigh, "OK, I will but it won't be the same without you!" I hug her as we stood outside her mom's car.

"I will be back before you know it" Jenny, mom beeps the horn. Jen smiles at me "Right, I have to go see you in a few weeks! Love you" "Have fun! Say Hi to your Nan for me. See you soon! Love ya Jen!" She gets into the car and waves as her mom drives off.

I hear Jenny's front door close and footsteps coming down the stairs, " "Hey, I'm off to meet some mates. Laters" I grab his arm, and he turns to me "Olive, what are you doing?" "Have you forgotten? We are both due to start work in 20 minutes" "Olive, you didn't really think I was going to stick to my mom's deal and go to that job did you?" "Poor Jace, your mom spoke to me last night, and she asked me to tell her if you don't turn up" I smiled at him.

"So! What is she going to do if I don't? Ground me?!" he laughs. "No, nothing like that she's just hidden your car keys so you can't use it for that concert you want to go to at the end of summer" he looks surprised. "What?! No, she hasn't! She can't do that!" "She has! We are going to be late," he sighs, "Fine, let's go!" We take the subway to my Uncle Pete's bar and restaurant as we get there. We walk round the back to let ourselves in.

Uncle Pete is waiting for us "Olive! Jace always a pleasure to see you. Right you two your Tallulah's t-shirts are there in the box in the corner. Get change in the toilet's. I'll probably start you both off with taking out meals until the washing up starts piling up. We both heads over to pick up a shirt" "Hey Pete, Do you have a large?" Jace asks, "No, sorry not at the moment I need to order some more." We go to get changed, once I'm done I head to the kitchen Jace isn't far behind me, when he enters the kitchen I nearly fall to the floor laughing.

"OK, it's not funny, Olive" "Really because I think it's hilarious! You look like you might Hulk out of it!" "OK, Olive have you finished?" "Sorry, I'm just getting started Jace" Uncle Pete comes into the kitchen and takes one look at Jace and tries to hide a laugh.

"Great, you managed to squeeze into it" I head off to the stock room and grab what we and take them back to the kitchen.

Jace has rolled out the pizza base and spinning it around his hand above his head "OK, no one likes a show off Jace" "Aww, Olive are you jealous you can't do th..." he's cut off by the dough landed flat on his face. I howl laughing "Wow, I'm so jealous" "Jace you have to get a new ball of dough now" Uncle Pete tells him.

Once we are finished, we take the meals out to the table we make a start on the washing up Jace washes and I dry up. By the end of our shift we are both drained "Argh, My feet are going to fall off!" "Well, if they do, I'm not carrying you home" I playfully slap him "Thanks! Such a gentleman!" We both laugh and get our stuff to head home.

2 Week's later I'm getting ready for work when my mom call's up to me "Bubble, Jace is here for you" "OK, Mom I will be down in a minute. A lot has changed in the last two weeks, the first few days I had to keep knocking for Jace to make sure he turned up work, then by the end of the week he started calling for me. He has actually been really sweet we've been chatting outside work too.

I've spoken to Jenny a few times, she's having fun with her Nan in Wilmington, North Carolina. I head downstairs to meet Jace "Hey, are you ready to go?" He asks me "Yep, Bye Mom! I'll see you later!" "See you later Bubble!" she shouts back as we head out.

We make our way to work via the subway, as soon as we get there we have a table of 30 so, We start on the washing up "Olive, can you turn on the tap I need more water." I reach for the tap and turn it on as I do a plate is in the way and the water splashes all over Jace.

He is soaked. I can't help laughing at him, "So, you think it's funny do you Olive?" Crap I have no where to run I'm trapped and Jace is blocking my only way out. He swipes the water in the sink at me, I try to cover myself, but it's no use I'm drenched, Jace is laughing, so I get him back swiping water at him.

We are both soaked "Give up, Olive!" both of us still splashing water at each other "No, not till you do," I'm not completely sure how it happened but Jace's lips are on mine at first I'm shocked. His hands move to my hips to lift the bottom of my shirt up when the kitchen door opens we spring apart it's Sarah.

"Sorry guys more washing up" "Thanks Sarah. Is it still busy out there?" I ask, "It is quieting down now, thank god! I have a few more plates to bring in, so I'll be back in a minute." she's left the kitchen Jace has continued washing up not looking at me this is how the rest of our shift together went in silence.

"Walk home together?" he asked. "Yeah OK!" "I think we need to talk about earlier!" We leave "So, about earlier. What was that?" He asks, "I don't know, I have no idea what happened. One minute we were messing about the next we were kissing." "How do you feel about kissing me?" "It was nice. What about you?" "Me? I've wanted to kiss you for ages." He smiles.

"No, I'm not I'm being serious. I figured you didn't see me as anything other than your best friend's brother. So I gave up trying!" "So, what if we start again?" He smiles at me as we reach my house "So if I was to ask you on a date tomorrow night you would say...?" "I would say pick me up at 7pm" "OK, see you tomorrow at 7!" He smirks at me as I head into the house.

The next evening I'm getting ready to go on my date with Jace when I hear a knock at the door, "Come on lets go!" I say pulling Jace along with me.

We take the subway to the bowling alley and change our shoe once we get there. "Lovely foot wear, very on trend!" "You can make fun of me all you want, but at least I don't look like I have clown feet." I laugh. He turns to me "You know what they say about big feet." He winks at me "Yeah, I do, they have massive heads!" "HEY!" he says with a giggle. "Let's play. By the way I play to win!" "Is there any other way?" we start playing Jace gets a strike on his first go.

We leave the bowling alley we start to walk home when we come across a street performer playing a guitar as I'm about to walk passed him, Jace grabs my hand and starts dancing with me. "Jace!" He spins me out then back towards him, I laugh! "I love your laugh, Olive." I look up at him as I snake my arms around the back of his neck, his eyes meet mine, then flit down to my lips. His lips crash against and he deepens the kiss, his tongue dances around mine.

He pulls away and smirks at me, "Come on lets get you home before your parents send out a search party!" He drops me back home as soon as I get in I head to bed when I hear my phone.

PING

*1 New Message From Jace*

[Night beautiful! I've had the best night, can't wait to do it again! Jace x]

[Aww! Jace, I had an amazing time too. Definitely doing it again. ;) Sweet dreams xx]

A few week later one Saturday, it's dad's birthday, he's having a BBQ with family and friends coming over even Jace and his parents are coming. I'm helping mom with the salad when I hear him "Hi Olive, you look nice today!" I turn to him "Thank you," he smiles at me and looks over to my mom who has her back towards us then plants a quick kiss on my lips.

I blush as he pulls away.

"Do you need any help Mrs. Schuyler?" He asks not taking his eyes away from mine, "Oh, thanks Jace, but we are all done now!" Mum tells him as she takes the salad out to the garden.

Jace wrapped his arms around me "I've missed you," he tells me, "You only saw me last night!" I say before he plants another kiss on my lips. We hear someone heading in, so we spring apart as dad comes into the kitchen, "Hey, Jace" "Happy birthday Mr. Schuyler! "Thanks, you guys coming outside?" "Yeah, we were just heading out there." We both join everyone in the garden.

Later dad and uncle Pete are deep in conversation I look over to Jace, who is already looking over to me and nod towards the house. We sneak inside, and I grab his hand, and lead him to my bedroom, but he stops me on the stairs "Olive, I don't think this is a good idea! Your dad will do his nut if he catches us!" "He's busy! Pete will keep him busy for ages. Plus, all I wanted to do was show you Jenny's birthday present I've been working on!".

He hesitates, but follows me as he comes into my bedroom, I close my door, and he looks around "I've not been in here since I was 8" I laugh, "yeah, dad kinda doesn't let me have boys in here!" He looks worried "Don't worry he won't catch you in here! Come on sit while I get out her present." he sits at the end of my bed while I find Jenny's present, I sit next to him. "So what is it?" I pull the photo album out of the bag.

"It's a photo album with pictures from when we were kids right up to recent ones we've taken" we flick through the album. "Olive, she's going to love this! Such a lovely idea!" He smiles at me "I'm clever, aren't I?" I wink at him before I can react, he starts tickling me and I collapse backwards and start moving up the bed to get away, but it's no good! "Jace" I laugh then he stops as he is hovering above me looks at my lips "You are so beautiful, Olive."

I loop my hands around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. He deepens the kiss, then his hands slide up the side of my leg and under my top to my breast. He pulls away a little "Is this OK?" I nod as I pull him back to me and slide my hand under his shirt feeling his abs, and he smiles against my lips.

I move my hands to his back, and he presses against me more as I bite his lip he groans, he moves his lips to my neck "Jace!" I moan, and he continues kissing down to my collarbone. I pull him back up to my lips, then lift his shirt to take it off he looks at me as I pull it over his head "Olive, we should stop!" "I don't want to!" his lips smash against mine his tongue plays with mine.

He pulls up again "Olive, I've never...you know! I've done stuff just not that" I cup his face "Jace, Me neither!" "Are you sure?" I nod, it's like something breaks in him because he doesn't hold back or fight it anymore.

He starts to undress me until we are both down to our underwear. He pulls back to look at me "Wow, you look absolutely stunning! Olive" "Stop looking at me and show me how stunning you think I am!". He collapses against me, his hand slides down my body and stop between my legs before he slips into my underwear.

He starts stoking me"ohhh...Jace!" he whispers against my ear "Olive, you're going to have to be quiet unless you want your dad to kill me!" I smirk as he nips my ear lobe. "Also tell me if it's uncomfortable," he says,"Oh, believe it's anything but!" This spurs him on more as he runs his teeth gently against my neck before pulling my bra out of the way to suck my nipple.

Every touch makes me tingle "Jace, I need more!" I bring his lips back to mine to hide my moans. He starts to kiss down my body "Jace, where are you going?" He looks up at me "Just lay back," he says before planting a kiss inside my thigh then his tongue brushes against me "Jace....oh! That feels..." his tongue slide inside me and I struggle not to scream with pleasure.

I pull him up to me,"My turn!" I tell him as I push him against the bed and start kissing his neck and down his body as I reach his boxers, he shudders as I pull them down. He's hard, I take him in my hand as I lick the tip he lets out a small groan, I smirk as I take him into my mouth, his hips buck upwards as I slide my tongue around him.

He grabs the bed sheets, clenching his fist as he bites his lip, trying hard not to moan aloud. He places his hand behind my head, guiding me "Olive....." moving me faster along him and it's not long before he pulls me up pushing me against the bed.

"Olive, are you sure about this? I won't regret this, but I don't want you to either," I smile at him "I'm sure! Condoms top draw, on your left" He leans over, opens the draw pulls out the condom packet, and places one on himself before hovering above me again "If it becomes uncomfortable, tell me, and we'll stop! OK?" "I will," I smile at him.

He positions himself at my entrance as he kisses my lips just before he enters me. I wrap my arms around him. He pulls his lips away to look at me keeping, his eye on mine as he starts off slow,"Jace more," he starts to speed up, each thrust more powerful than the last.

His gaze finally leaves mine as he leans in to kiss my neck, he groans against it "Olive.....ohhhhh!" I smirk "Shhh!" His lips come to meet mine to muffle out our moans, I dig my nails into his back, and he bites my lip.

My hands move to his bum, pushing him down to deepen his thrusts he gets the hint and goes harder "Ohh...god...that's deep!" "Jace I...I want to be on top!" he flips us over until I'm straddling him.

I start riding him "Fuck me, Olive! Shit....I'm going to come!" I start to ride him harder bringing myself to the edge, and we both fall over it together! I collapse next to him panting, I turn to him, he's smiling at me "Olive, that was..." "Amazing, incredible or unbelievable?" He plants a kiss on my lips "all three!" He says.

Just then there a knock at the door both of us look at each other in shock, Jace gets up grabbing his clothes scrambling to put them on as the door open I wrap the blanket around me and mom walks in she catches Jace in just his pants.

"WHOA!!" Mom screams as she closed the door again, averting her eyes, she closes it enough to not see anything but also enough to talk to me "Olive, I just came up to tell your Uncle has booked a weekend away for me and your dad for his birthday we leave in a bit and won't be back till Monday. I was going to ask if you are ok to leave you on your own or if you wanted a friend to stay, but I guess you can ask Jace if you want? As long as you are being safe?"

"Oh mom, that's cool. Safe?" "Yes, Olive safe as in using protection!" "MOM!!" We weren't doing anything I was just changing and....and...." "Bubble you don't need to explain, you are 17 nearly 18 years old. But don't tell your dad, I've said it's OK for him to stay!" No point trying to deny it, there isn't one excuse I could use that to cover this up!

"OK, mom just don't tell dad about what just happened." "I have no idea what you are talking about, but I'd advise you to get dressed and come down to say bye to your dad before he comes up!" "OK". I start getting dressed as I hear mom heading back downstairs.

Jace comes over to me "So a weekend with a free house? What ever will we do?" Jace winks at me. I smirk at him "Hopefully more of that, but right now you need to play hide and seek and hope to god my dad doesn't catch you!" "OK, I'll text my mom tell her I went to a mates and I'm staying there tonight." "Right, I shouldn't be long see you in a bit!" I tell him before going to say bye to my parents.

"Bye bubble, make sure he wraps up!" She whispers as she pulls away I blush. I wave them off as they leave, mom has done all the clearing up from the BBQ. I head back to my bedroom as I open the door, I call out for Jace and before I can react he tackles me onto the bed.

Over the next 24 hours we only leave my bed for food or the bathroom. It's now Monday lunch time my mom and dad will be back tonight. We are laying in bed kissing when my phone rings "Crap, it's Jenny!" Jace smirks.

I answer the phone "Hey, Jenny! How have you been?" I ask her thinking Jace will stop as I start talking to his sister, but he doesn't, he continues kissing along my jaw, "Olive, I'm great thanks only 1 more week till I'm back! Have you missed me? Do you have any juicy gossip?" She asks me as Jace starts to nibble my ear lobe then moves to neck before "Erm.....no...no gossip sorry. Yeah, I've missed you too! How is your Nan?".

He moves further down my body "Aww Olive! BFF should never be apart this long. Next time Jace can be the one that...." I don't hear the rest of the sentence because his mouth is pressed against my centre "Ohhhhhhh....." I cry out before hearing Jenny again "Olive, are you OK? Did you hear what I said?" Jace looks up at me and presses his finger against his lip to shh me before he's spreading my legs wider to give him better access.

I try to focus "Yeah, yeah, Jen, I'm OK, I just stubbed my toe." "Ouch I bet that's painful! So, what do you think?" She asks. I want to ask what she is on about, but I can't focus "Yeah, it's a great idea! Jenny, can I call you back? I've got to clean up before my parents come back tonight".

"Ohhh...yes!" I say as Jace doubles his efforts "Great, I can't wait! Yeah, of course! Olive, are you sure you are OK?" "Yeah, I just found $50 in my jean pocket" lame excuse, but it's all I could think of. "OK, we'll speak soon!" She says, "Soon, bye!" I say before hanging up.

Jace comes up "Couldn't keep quiet could you?" He smirks against my lips. I pull him tighter to me before he pins my hands about my head as he takes me again.

A week later Jenny is back, and we were going tell her about us, but with Jace off to university and me still in high school neither of us could see how it would work. Sadly, we call it a day and never mention it again.

Continue reading this story here - Chapter 3.

@lem-20

#sam #jace #tna #tna mc #pb tna #sam dalton #pixelberry #choices #dalton

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thebarkingraccoon · 4 years ago

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The Road

-Gif from Google image search-

Based on: Curative (Fanfiction.net - Quotev)

Summary: After the farm was overrun and the group is forced to survive on the run from a growing horde, Daryl catches himself thinking about Laura.

Request: @dren-whalen Cause you’re thinking about doing prompts, how about one about Daryl being on the road, of course being busy, but sometimes there are down times to think about Laura.

Food was beyond scarce. Everything in the area had been scraped up long before they arrived. Whoever was here cleaned this town out like it was last food they'd ever see. Probably was, but that didn't make Daryl any less annoyed when he returned empty handed for the fifth time.

The town was called Tallulah, a little town that existed entirely on a handful of roads. The only thing that kept this town on the map was it's river with plenty of old worn out signs for river rafting, tubing, mountain trails, and waterfalls. It was beautiful here if they ignored the dead wandering around.

There was a police department they immediately rushed to for more ammo. Clearing out the cage there with whatever they could carry and, after securing it, took the department to rest in for the night. It wasn't much and the town was absolutely not secure. They had to be on guard.

A few split up. Glenn headed to a local grill just down the road and Daryl headed farther north to a trading post on the edge of the river. It was less likely to have any food, but there was always the chance for some granola bars or roast peanuts. Plenty of signs leading the way to make life easy.

It was quite the walk, but the road was beautiful. The forest was so overgrown some of the roads were covered in plant life. Other sections had been retaken by the mountain rocks, crushing the asphalt below. When the trees broke he could see out over the mountains, watching the shadows of clouds pass over.

Since this town was so far out of the way the amount of walkers in the area wasn't too bad. The time crunch came from when the horde started to reach the area. They had some time but never enough to rest fully.

Daryl felt that pressure rising when Lori started showing. He knew there was a time limit on how long they could go before she went into labor. Rick was already sweating since he had known since the farm. The clock was ticking and they did everything they could.

A big hand painted sign stood just to the side of the road. Some letters had since worn off, but there was still enough to make out broiled peanuts. The folks in these mountains sure loved them; sold them anywhere people could be found.

He hitched up his crossbow, pulling his poncho up over his shoulders to free up his hands. The trading post was bound to have walkers scattered about.

Sure enough, a few shambling corpses wandered aimlessly outside the store front. He brought his crossbow up, aimed, and took out the first one. When the body dropped the second walker turned around to see, spotting Daryl.

He rinsed and repeat, nothing really challenging out here. As he passed the bodies he retrieved his arrows and looked for a door.

A couple of cars with blown tires out front and a massive stair self of bird houses lined a wall. Enough wind chimes on the front awning to create a constant stream of metal twinkling music. There was hand made decorations all over, even the door rattled and chimed. The amount of noise this place made...

Inside a walker was alerted to the sound of the door chime. It hissed and growled, turning around to limp its way over. Barely able to move, but still doing its very best.

Daryl shot an arrow straight through its forehead then started checking the building for any others. As he searched he noticed a lot of clothing hanging up for sale, some hats, sunscreen, and handwoven bracelets on stands. No signs of those peanuts though.

He huffed his disappointment away, going to pick up the arrow from the dead walker. Hoping for something more, he started digging for anything worth bringing back.

Pushing aside racks full of junk, shifting through bags, and combing through the back counter. Still, nothing. He cursed under his breath; another waste of time.

As he came up to the racks in the middle of the building, he was faced again with the collection of handwoven necklaces, bracelets, and various charms. All small nonsensical trinkets not worth their weight anymore. But still he looked.

He saw a few peoples names. Andrea. Bethany. Was the closest to the youngest Greene girl. Carl was accurate. Caroline. Darryl. He frowned and scoffed at his own name, wondering who spells his name with two R's. Glen. Herschel...

Laura.

Daryl stared at it, the name, the bracelet with her name woven into it. He reached up tentatively and took it from the hook. It was rough, the material having sat there for so long had hardened it. Some cheap tourist crap to sell claimed to be handmade when it was mostly plastic.

His thumb rubbed over the lettering, clearing some old dust out of the way. The reflective pendant shining just a little brighter. The tag hanging off was folded over with writing inside it, so he decided to look.

The paper tag had Tallulah, GA written on it and a picture of rapids behind it. Inside the fold was printed;

"Latin, dating back to the 9th century, Saint Laura. Meaning: Bay Laurel. Represents: Victory and strength."

He chuffed, thinking about how silly it was he was sitting here an a trading post lamenting over a bracelet with her name on it. It was a generically made product to sell, nothing more.

But he had nothing of hers, nothing to remember her by. When they finally found a place to rest, what would he say goodbye to? The memories of her he kept close to his heart were tainted with vivid scenes of Shane attacking her, witnessing her fighting for her life against someone she should've been able to trust. How he wasn't able to help her... how she struggled against a virus none of them could do anything about.

She left, he had to force himself to remember that. She didn't die or get taken by the horde. Laura just... left.

It didn't matter if he went back to the farm to find her, she wouldn't be there. He didn't get to argue with her to stay or even get to say goodbye when she refused.

No more nights at the campfire skinning rabbits and sharing those bashful glances. That bright smile, her kind eyes. She was just... gone. As far as he could see she was gone forever.

And he had nothing to remember her by.

He swallowed hard as he felt his throat tighten, his eyes glossing over. He wanted to say goodbye so badly, because at least if she was dead he wouldn't have to worry about her so much.

Whenever they found a place to stop and settle, they would mark graves for the people they lost. As much as he wanted to mark that grave for Laura and bury his memories of her, all his feelings for her, he knew she wasn't dead.

Laura was out there somewhere wandering the world without them. How he pleaded in silence that she was okay out there. He just wanted her to be safe, with or without him. Wherever she was, if she's alive and well he could come to terms with her being out of his life.

Refusing to acknowledge the sting in his eyes or the swelling of his throat, he hooked the bracelet back on the rack and looked up. A small mirror hanging from the top of the rack for people to model the sunglasses and hats in.

He saw himself, his red eyes... and a sign behind him just peeking out from behind a fallen shirt rack that said "Broiled peanuts, this way." with an arrow pointing through the back door leading to the porch.

Daryl turned around, gingerly opened the back door on the look out for walkers, and spied a door at the end of the back deck. A white painted door that appeared remarkably untouched. Still, better safe than sorry. Daryl knocked on the door and waited for a sign something was inside.

When he was met with silence, Daryl opened the door to reveal tables full of packaged broiled peanuts. The place was stocked to the brim with them, all full.

Quickly, he grabbed as many bags as his pack could carry. Stuffing them in tight as possible before zipping up and heading back through the trading post.

On the way through, Daryl paused. He couldn't ignore his head telling him to stop.

He was fast about it when he swiped the bracelet off the rack. As if someone would spot him stealing a bracelet with her name on it.

Daryl stuffed it into his pocket and began the walk back to the others.

#walking dead fanfic #twd fanfiction #twd prompt #imagine prompt #daryl imagine #daryl dixon #twd daryl #daryl x oc #OC #Laura

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crows-father · 1 year ago

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"If the world wants you gone, we will fight the world."

| Canon-Divergent Q!Phil RP blog, a part of the Yaoiverse group |

Notes:

At this point in the rp, Phil has made significant change from his canon variant, and this should be taken into account while overlooking the blog. He has also lost a leg. Whoops.

He/Any Pronouns are used, masculine terminology. He does identify as a Man. He is polyamorous.

Yaoiverse Phil is a monster, referred to as a Direcrow, and has the ability to shift into that form, similar to the dragonic kids on the island. Due to this genetic factor, Phil's backstory has unique changes and non-qsmp-canon aspects.

Yaoiverse Wilbur is NOT Phil's son. He is a father-figure at most and the son thing is a bit at the least. They co-parent Tallulah.

SMP Earth, Hardcore, and Tommyinnit's Mod Videos are all Yaoiverse Canon.

Blog has been handed over to a new admin - Old tags will remain without changes and new tags implimented for each.

Common Tags:

#Feathered Reflection - In-Character Posting Tag

#Treats and Trinkets - In-Character Reblogging Tag

#Yaoiverse - Roleplay Tag

#Straightverse - Angst Tag

#Crow Chatter - Asks

#OOC / Out Of Character - Self Explanatory

#And the crows bid goodnight... (finished thread) / Aaand scene !

"It's you vs the world, Chayanne. You'll always win. Even if it seems like you lost, you'll be a winner to me, kid."

[ Current Tagslist ]

@hardcore-deities

Ender King -> #greedy bastard

Archived Tags:

My Family

#"Close your eyes / Have no fear" (Chayanne) - @cha-cha-cha-chayanne

#"In search of all things beautiful" (Tallulah) - @music-among-the-amapolas

#“All of your good is mine.” (Wilbur) - @

#“Laughing her way through my feeble disguise.” (Kristin) - @in-the-arms-of-death

#“I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door.” (Missa) - @cringefailskeledad

#"Ours Never Knew Peace" (Fit) - @spawnradio

#"Can you still call it trying to get better?" (Charlie) - @

#"Such a proud creation" 🎗️ - @justabunchofcrows *

The Island

@thebetterbureau

@thecensusbureau

#"Somebody to blame" (The Federation) - @thefederation

#"Hung pictures of patron saints up on my wall" (Lil J) - @jesusyaoi

@theyaoidevil

Others

#“All of my goodness is going with you now.” (Bad) - @daddestboyhalo

#“Nothin' in her room but an empty crib.” (Mariana) - @elwifeguy

#"And washed it away down the kitchen sink" (Maxo) - @maximum-father

#“Swimming out beyond the breakers” (Foolish) - @builderfreak

#“When you move I can recall somethin' that's gone from me.” (Pac) - @packedtazer

#"When you move I'm put in awe of somethin so flawed and free." (Mike) - @tazeredmike

#“To Someone From A Warm Climate (Uiscefhuarithe)” (Dan) - @thediamondmodcart

The Kids!

#“It's just the beginning this isn't the end.” (Trumpet) - @yaaay-propellerhat

#"And those lessons that you learn will carry on." (Ramón) -@inventorswag

Narrator's Note: * this account is not strictly yaoiverse All of these tags are not in-character, they are all song lyrics that reflect how yPhil views the other characters. Admin is @bumblebee-error

Dividers: chayanne 1 - tallulah 1 - chayanne 2 - tallulah 2 - crows PFP: confused philzer

#pinned post #philza rp blog #yaoiverse #pinned post part 2 because the narrator is a dumbass and deleted his first one

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artificialqueens · 5 years ago

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intents wicked or charitable (trixya) 5/10 - beanierose

AN: validation station, I am so grateful every day for your never-ending support and guidance. and stutter, this would not exist without you. i don’t have the words to thank you enough.

(read on ao3) | (find me at katiehoughton)

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a practical magic au for the spooky season. there’s a curse on any man who dares love you? love a woman, instead. | 5,295 words

“Alright. No. Certainly not,” Katya says when she opens the front door. It stops Trixie in her tracks and she opens her mouth to respond, but Katya is already stepping out of her own door.

She grabs for both of Trixie’s hands to pull her into the house. Katya doesn’t like when Trixie tries to lean into the doorway and kiss her cheek hello, won’t ever reach for Trixie across that space. The only time Trixie ever asked she hurriedly explained it away with something about bad luck and house spirits that reside in the threshold.

Dolly barrels her way inside and disappears towards the kitchen in search of water. Katya leaves the dish out for her all the time now, and she always goes to look for it right away.

“What? What’s your problem?”

Katya rakes her eyes up and down Trixie for a second time and clicks her tongue, folds her arms over her chest. “This is untenable. You can’t go like this.”

Before she got in the truck to come over to Katya’s house, Trixie spent almost an hour deciding on her outfit. It’s been the kind of beautiful, crisp day that makes her so glad she doesn’t live in Los Angeles anymore. She walked Dolly in the woods this morning and stomped on the leaves just to hear them crunch beneath her boots. Now that the sun has gone down it’s gotten colder. She’s wearing a new sweater she got from the L.L.Bean Catalog when she realised she doesn’t have any cold weather clothes. It’s a pink chunky knit thing that makes her feel tiny and precious, makes her feel snuggly. She has two thermal layers underneath it, and a white bobble hat, because she doesn’t want to be so miserably cold that she can’t enjoy Katya’s company.

“You don’t think I’m cute?”

Katya sighs and doesn’t even dignify that with a response. She’s wearing black jeans and a black turtleneck and a crimson plaid coat. A small part of Trixie is preoccupied with the thought of fisting both hands in the lapels of that coat and dragging Katya against her, persuading her that this is a really bad idea and they should just stay here instead.

She doesn’t get her chance, because Katya has already disappeared inside of the coat closet to rummage around. She emerges, triumphant, with a grey coat and a scarf that looks very much like she knitted it herself. Trixie takes the coat from her and struggles into it, feels balloon-limbed and lumbering like the Michelin Man.

Katya wraps the scarf around Trixie’s neck for her. Her hair gets trapped underneath and Katya eases it out so gently, her cold fingers brushing the back of Trixie’s neck. She is always so gentle, so mindful of where she’s putting her hands. Nothing is accidental. Trixie lets the breath get stuck in her chest. Katya’s hands are still touching her bare skin, her fingertips tracing tiny circles.

Every day they are working their way towards something and they both know it, but neither of them has been courageous enough to put words to it. For the first time in her life, Trixie is being careful. She wants to treat Katya tenderly, wants to make sure she’s totally okay with each step they take towards the inevitable.

Katya slides her hands down until she’s holding on to both ends of the scarf and she leans in, kisses Trixie’s cheek. She lingers long enough that Trixie can feel the warmth of her and smell her perfume. She doesn’t wear it often, and Trixie likes the idea of Katya putting it on especially for her, wanting to impress. When she steps back she’s blushing, but her chin is set in defiance.

“I can’t believe you didn’t bring a coat. Thought you were supposed to be a hick. You should know how to dress for weather, Tallulah.”

“We were too poor for coats.”

Trixie lets more of her accent slip out than she usually does, hits the vowels hard to make Katya scream a laugh. It’s not untrue, but she doesn’t need to get into that right now. Not when Katya is grinning up at her as she pulls on her black galoshes. She looks sleek and streamlined and so good that Trixie can’t stop staring, but they do that now.

It’s been a couple of weeks since she slept in Katya’s bed, and they’ve seen each other almost every single day. They’ve been on hikes with Dolly, carved a pumpkin together for Katya’s porch. Katya helped to fix Trixie’s busted guttering and then insisted on staying all night to make sure the storm didn’t dislodge it again. They sat up in the reading room together, their knees bent and Katya’s slender feet nudged in between Trixie’s larger ones. The rain and the thunder had made the room seem smaller than it really is, and Trixie had ached to hold Katya against her chest instead.

When Katya started yawning Trixie had taken her hand and brought her to bed.

Friends can cuddle up together on the couch. Friends can fall asleep in each other’s arms and make each other breakfast the next morning. Trixie keeps telling herself that, and Kim too. Last week on the phone, Kim had patiently listened to Trixie tell a story about something Katya had done. She has endless anecdotes, is overflowing with them. Sometimes when she gets home from an afternoon at Verbena, Trixie finds herself telling the dog all about her day with Katya as if Dolly has any idea what she’s saying.

At the end of the phone call, Kim had very quietly asked Trixie, when are you going to tell her? She had brushed it off, done her best to distract Kim with questions about her own life, but she hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it. It’s still circling around and around in her head, restless and unavoidable. Katya is her best friend. Whenever anything happens, any small blip in the steady rhythm of her day, she wants to talk to Katya about it right away. She wants to be near her always, wants to touch her and be touched right back.

“Are you gonna be okay here, milaya devushka?” Katya’s got the dog’s long head cradled in her hands and she’s bent at the waist to love on her, leaving little red kiss prints all over her snout.

“She’ll be fine,” Trixie says. “It’s us I’m worried about. I don’t know if you’re aware, but it’s the one night of the year that it’s acceptable for the townsfolk to literally gather with pitchforks.”

Katya scoffs, and straightens to look at Trixie. This whole night was her idea. She wants it so much that Trixie couldn’t bear to say no to her, even though she has a terrible foreboding feeling in the pit of her stomach. Katya keeps lifting up onto her toes in her galoshes, and she has her hands clasped and held against her chest now. It’s so endearing that Trixie can’t stop smiling at her.

“Is it too ooky spooky for you, Tracy? Are you afraid?” She drops her voice an octave and drawls it, leans in close to Trixie’s face. “I won’t let anybody snatch your soul, Barbara.”

“What if it’s you I’m afraid of? You ghoul. You fucking rotted corpse.”

Katya is spilling over with laughter, choking on it, and she clutches Trixie’s forearm in both hands to keep herself upright. She’s spluttering something about how mean Trixie is and Trixie is grinning so wide, nodding in agreement. When Katya has her breath back she lets go of Trixie and ushers her out the front door. She gives Dolly a last kiss and says something to her very softly in Russian.

“Why are you trying to indoctrinate my dog against me?”

“I only hang out with you so I get to hang out with her,” Katya says.

It makes Trixie laugh in spite of herself. Whenever any of her friends back in Los Angeles were at her place and Dolly showed them affection Trixie would have to fight back waves of ridiculous, juvenile jealousy. With Katya it doesn’t bother her at all. She’s glad that the two most important women in her life like each other so much.

It seems like the entire town is out tonight. It’s a fifteen minute walk from Katya’s house to the field where the bonfire has been set up, and Trixie sees more people than she has the whole time she’s lived here. Katya is at her elbow, chattering away, and Trixie can see her breath in little puffs at her peripheral. She wants so badly to be holding her hand, but that is absolutely out of the question tonight. Anxiety is alive in her stomach, sending gooseflesh down the backs of her thighs.

At the field people are standing in little clusters together, circling the bonfire. It hasn’t been lit for very long so it isn’t roaring quite yet. There are a lot of kids in costumes, and a few teenagers and adults as well, but most people are bundled up warm against the bitter night. Trixie is grateful for her borrowed coat, and grateful for the warmth of Katya right next to her.

Katya spots Betty approaching them before Trixie does. Her face blanches in the orange light of the fire and she takes an awkward step backwards, her shoulders coming forwards and up. “Trixie, Trixie,” she says helplessly.

“What is it? What’ve you seen? You know none of this stuff is real.”

She hears Betty’s voice before Katya can even get her mouth open to answer. Trixie turns around and shifts to the right a tiny bit, shielding Katya as much as she can without making it obvious. Betty isn’t looking at her anyway, she’s staring Trixie down. She’s shorter than Trixie is, but not by much, and spite gives her an extra couple of inches.

“Beatrice, how nice to see you engaging with the community.”

Trixie opens her mouth to respond, but Katya’s hand is fisted in the back of her coat and tugging. Now that she’s a real part of Katya’s life, Trixie knows that she catches the bus two towns over whenever she needs groceries because Betty won’t serve her at the produce market. She doesn’t like confrontation, doesn’t like harsh words. Instead of coming for Betty’s throat, Trixie closes her mouth.

“Be sure to stay away from scary things on Halloween. You know, like ghosts, and zombies, and murderous witches.” Her eyes dart away from Trixie to land on Katya for barely half a second, but it’s enough that Trixie takes an enormous breath and balls her fists.

Behind her, Katya makes a tiny, wounded noise. Trixie feels so fiercely protective of her that for a moment she really considers putting her teeth to Betty’s jugular. Instead, she fumbles blindly behind herself for Katya’s hand and squeezes her fingers when she finds them.

“You’re right. I should stay away from monsters.”

She takes great pleasure in shouldering Betty out of her way, Katya bobbing along at the end of her arm as the two of them move past. Trixie keeps them walking right around the circumference of the fire until they’re at the opposite side and out of Betty’s view.

Katya’s giggling, and it is teetering right on the edge of hysterical, but Trixie tucks both of their clasped hands in her deep pocket and lets her work through it. She doesn’t trust herself to speak just yet. Her tongue still has a flint taste and adrenaline is making her want to put her fist through something.

The bonfire is beginning to generate real heat now. Not as many people are around this side of the fire, because the stalls set up to sell hot cocoa and candy apples are at the other side. It makes Trixie feel safe to keep Katya’s hand in her pocket and stand close to her, duck her head and lean in close to talk.

“Does this happen every year?”

“I haven’t ever been before,” Katya says quietly. Trixie makes an affronted noise, but Katya doesn’t give her the chance to say anything more. “I haven’t had a nine foot tall lesbian to defend my honour, before.”

“Yeah, you still don’t,” Trixie laughs. “I am definitely not going to be defending your honour. You slut.”

Katya rolls her eyes into the back of her head and makes a breathy, high-pitched noise and it’s so overblown, so stupid. It really shouldn’t make Trixie suddenly aware of her hips and her thighs. She shoves on Katya’s shoulder and it breaks her out of her moaning and makes her laugh instead, loud and screeching.

People are beginning to bunch together close to them as more and more of the townsfolk come down to see the fire. Katya takes her hand back from Trixie’s pocket and she lets her, has to, because she can’t call attention to it. Whatever they’re doing, it goes unsaid. Katya puts a foot of careful distance between them. They stand together for a little while listening to the logs crackle and spit, the chatter of the people around them.

Katya is so beautiful in the firelight. The warmth of the bonfire has pinked her cheeks and her eyes are the darkest Trixie has ever seen them, shiny with joy. Thinking of her, able to see the bonfire from her house every year and aching to be here in front of it, is making Trixie’s heart feel too big for her chest. Katya is thrilled by everything, up on her tiptoes again as if to get a better view.

The urge to hold her is so strong that Trixie takes another step backwards, puts a little more distance between them so that she doesn’t reach out and wrap her arms around Katya’s shoulders from behind. She’d do it, here in front of all of these people. Let them look.

“I’m gonna go get us powdered donuts. Stay right here.”

Katya doesn’t give her the chance to protest. She’s already disappearing, weaving her way through the crowds. They part for her, most people taking a stumbling step or two back away from Katya when they see her approaching. She has her head ducked and she’s moving quickly. Trixie watches until she can’t see her anymore, and then a little bit longer after that.

She’s inadvertently put herself closer to one of the groups of people nearby, and now she can hear the snippets of their conversation more clearly. She knows immediately that they’re talking about Katya. It’s all anybody in this whole town seems to want to do.

“Isn’t she at her most powerful tonight?” one of the girls says, a thread of real alarm in her voice. They’re teenagers, Trixie can tell from how young and how incredibly stupid they sound. “Do you think she might hex someone?”

“It’s such a fucking waste, man.” That’s Peter, she’s pretty sure. Trixie breathes raggedly through her nose like a bull. “She’s a hot piece of ass, but that haunted pussy? No way.”

The other boys all jeer and crow with laughter, falling over themselves to be the next person to crack a joke, the next one to have the light of the group’s amusement on them. Trixie is trying not to make it obvious that she’s listening, hasn’t dared allow herself to move even an inch closer, but she hears them clear as if she were standing in the middle of their circle.

“She’d bite your head off like a black widow. Look at what happened to the only person who ever dared to fuck her. I bet she’s all dried up and dusty.”

The girls erupt in a chorus of disgusted ews, hamming it up in the hopes that one of these boys will want to fuck them. Trixie is so glad not to be a teenager anymore. She remembers the paralytic awkwardness, trying to flirt with the least threatening boy she could find but having no idea how. She’s grateful to be a self-assured adult, grateful to have somebody who makes flirting easy because she wants them so bad that she can’t help herself.

“Why can’t she just cast a spell for a new husband or something?” The vocal fry on these girls is making Trixie’s hands ball up into fists without her consent. They’d be irritating if they were talking about anything else. But they’re talking about Katya, and so instead of irritated Trixie is furious.

It is so laughable that they’d sooner believe Katya is a witch than accept they have a queer woman in their midst. Trixie bites the inside of her bottom lip, both to distract herself and to remind her to keep her mouth shut. She tastes iron and has to let up a little bit, probes at the sore spot with the tip of her tongue instead. In her curiosity she has wandered far enough from the bonfire that she’s cold now, and she clutches Katya’s coat tighter around herself.

“Do you think it has teeth?” Another of the boys is saying. “Do you think her husband threw himself in front of a truck because he couldn’t bear to fuck h- oh. Shit.”

Trixie turns to see then, because it sounds like the boy has two hands around his throat and squeezing. There’s six or seven of them standing in a pack, and just behind them is Katya. She’s got a candy apple in each fist, grotesquely shiny and red in the firelight, and her mouth is hanging open.

Peter nudges one of the others, presumably the last boy to speak if the pallor of his face is any indication. “You’re fucked, Jake. She’s gonna curse you now. Your dick’s gonna drop off.”

Trixie’s whole body floods with hot anger. Her temper and her mouth have always gotten her into trouble, since she was in elementary school. When she’s angry, when she’s hurting, her filter comes down and she says things that she regrets later. She almost, almost manages to keep her mouth shut, but Katya’s face is washed out with horror and she can’t bear to let these kids win.

“She doesn’t need to waste her energy making your dick drop off, since you’re never going to have a chance to use it, you gangly unfuckable little parasite.” The others standing around Jake explode in a riot of jesting noises and whoops. She’s not done. “You think anyone, ever is going to want to fuck you? They’re gonna be too distracted by their own reflection in your forehead.”

Katya is so far away, the whole crowd of teenagers between them, but her voice carries. “Trixie. Don’t.”

“You’d be lucky to get your dick bitten off. Do you know how fucking stupid you sound? She won’t fuck any of you so she must be a witch?” Katya flinches, but no one else is looking at her. The eyes of all of the teenagers and several other people are on Trixie. She’s shouting, she knows she is and she can’t seem to stop. “Guess what, dickweed? You can’t accuse every person on earth with the sense not to want to fuck you of witchcraft.”

“Trixie!” Katya says sharply. “Let’s go.”

She skirts the group of teens widely and stomps to Katya’s side, her cheeks pink with confrontation and with being chastised by Katya in front of all of these people. She has to hurry to keep up because Katya has immediately started heading for the edge of the field and she’s taking such long strides.

Once they hit the sidewalk she slows down a little to let Trixie catch up. Her eyes are shifting rapidly but never quite landing on Trixie, and she keeps clearing her throat but not speaking.

“Where’s my donut?” Trixie takes one of the candy apples from Katya, freeing up her hand so Trixie can thread their fingers together instead. She doesn’t care who might see. Back there, she laid herself out a lot more plainly than just holding Katya’s hand.

“Huh? Oh. Right. I, uh…you always criticize my eating habits, so I thought I’d be healthy.”

Trixie snorts and takes a huge bite of the apple. It gets stuck in her teeth immediately and she works her tongue around her mouth. She can feel Katya’s eyes on her so she hams it up to get a laugh. Anything that will distract Katya from hurting seems like a safe bet right now.

They’re mostly quiet on their walk back to Katya’s house. Trixie can’t really talk since every bite of the candy apple is glueing her teeth together. Katya isn’t eating hers, she’s holding it down next to her thigh and it’s getting covered in all of the fluff and detritus from her pants. It’s getting ruined, but Katya hardly seems to be aware of it still in her grip.

Inside, Trixie leaves Katya in the living room and lets Dolly out to use the bathroom, sets the kettle on the burner to start boiling. When Dolly is done she comes back in and heads straight for Katya, ignoring Trixie’s outstretched hand looking to love her. Trixie fixes tea for them both and finds Katya curled up in the corner of the couch with Dolly’s head in her lap, the dog’s body stretched out along the cushion. Her eyes are closed and her face is totally slack.

“Scooch, Doll-Doll.” Trixie sits down at the other end of the couch and the dog jumps down, affronted, and curls at Katya’s feet instead. “I made tea.”

Katya opens her eyes and accepts the mug from Trixie, holds it against her chest. The steam curls up around her and she breathes deep enough to make her bangs flutter against her forehead. After knowing her for a couple of months, Trixie has learned that Katya sometimes needs space to arrange her thoughts, but she does like to talk things out.

They sit in the silence together. Trixie drinks her tea slowly. She unlaces her boots and toes them off, scoots her sock feet closer to the dog so that Dolly can lay her head on them. Katya isn’t really drinking her own tea. Every now and then she seems to remember that she’s holding it and she takes a tiny sip, but she’s mostly just looking at a point a few inches left of Trixie’s shoulder.

When it gets unbearable, when Trixie feels split open and like all of her raw insides are about to come tumbling out, she takes Katya’s mostly full mug from her hands and sets it down on the floor with her own empty one. She clicks her tongue to warn Dolly away from investigating it with her snout.

“Come here, babe.” She holds out her arm and Katya tucks herself underneath it, her bent knees against Trixie’s thigh. “You wanna talk about it?”

“I hate it when you’re right. We shouldn’t have gone. We should have stayed home and watched a movie.”

Trixie’s hand is at Katya’s shoulder and she can feel the lift and collapse of her torso as she breathes. There’s so much she wants to do. She would like to kiss the crown of Katya’s head, or bring her all the way into her lap.

“Always being right is my cross to bear. But. I don’t think either of us could have anticipated that that would happen.”

“It doesn’t- I don’t want-” Katya’s voice is so small. Another wave of cold fury washes through Trixie. She knows that it’s bad, she learned that the very first day she knew Katya, but seeing it actually shake her for the first time is a different thing altogether.

“Just ask me.”

“What they said. It’s not going to change your opinion of me, right?”

Trixie closes her eyes and hides her face against the top of Katya’s head for a moment. Just to give herself the space to work through that grief. “No, babe. The only thing it changes is that it makes me think you’re even more brave and amazing than I already did.”

“Your sincerity is freaking me out,” Katya mutters.

It makes both of them laugh a little. On the floor, Dolly rolls onto her back and Trixie pets at her with her sock feet, rubbing them against the dog’s chest. “Sorry. I won’t be sincere ever again.”

“The thing is.” Katya flutters her hands uselessly in the air around herself. Trixie can’t see her very well, mostly just getting the crown of her head, but she can hear it in her voice. Her scrunched up nose and the hot, insistent press of tears. “It’s not like I don’t know. The people in this town don’t like me.”

Trixie still has her arm around Katya’s shoulders. She likes the warm weight of her head against her chest and the smell of her shampoo, but she really wishes she could see her face for this next part. Holding her like this, standing beside her tonight, all of it has made her want Katya so badly that she can’t stop it anymore. She is hopelessly buffeted by endless waves of need, keeps managing to get her face above water for just a second to take a gasping breath.

“Well I like you. A lot.”

“Oh, Trixie, I like you so much.” Katya straightens up, leaves a hand at Trixie’s thigh. Her cheeks are silvery and salt-raw, the tip of her nose pink. “I like you so, so much.”

The lamp beside the couch is throwing their two shadows up against the wall, every quiver mimicked and magnified. Trixie reaches for her before she knows she’s doing it. Her graceless hands land either side of Katya’s neck, thumbs at the hinge of her jaw. Her lips are parted and she’s staring at Trixie’s mouth.

All of Trixie’s insides feel pulled up towards her heart by a tight string. She’s certain that if she checked, she would have a puckered line right down her sternum. Katya is so still, not breathing, and her skin is warm.

“Is this okay?”

“I’m scared,” Katya murmurs without moving her mouth at all. She’s trembling in Trixie’s hands.

Trixie nods, and tries to swallow down her suddenly dry mouth. “Yeah. I’m scared too. Still, though.”

She leans in and kisses her before either of them can change their mind. Trixie keeps things slow and exploratory, focuses on the hot little puffs of Katya’s breaths against her cheek and the woodsmoke smell of her hair. Her lips are so soft and she kisses Trixie right back, her hand at Trixie’s thigh clutching tighter now. Time stretches out hot and elastic; Trixie kisses her, kisses her, kisses her.

When they break apart Trixie leans her forehead against Katya’s. She would like to kiss her again but they’re grinning too widely, both of them. Katya’s free hand slides into Trixie’s hair and she scratches her short nails over Trixie’s scalp, makes a shiver ripple through her.

“I’ve wanted to do that for such a long time,” Trixie whispers.

It makes Katya laugh wildly and rear back to look at Trixie. Her lipstick is smudged, probably smeared across Trixie’s face as well. She likes that thought a lot. Katya stops laughing and draws her legs up beneath herself on the couch so she can loom over Trixie.

“I know you have. You’ve never been subtle, Trixie. You told me you’re a bottom after I’d known you three days.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Trixie groans, and falls forwards to hide her face against Katya’s chest. Katya’s laughing; it’s shaking her beneath Trixie. Her hand comes up to the back of Trixie’s head, her thumb tracing the shell of Trixie’s ear.

Now that they’ve started, Trixie doesn’t want to stop kissing Katya. Maybe ever. She straightens up and captures Katya’s face in her palms, cradles her head as she kisses her long and slow and deep. Katya slides her knee over Trixie’s thighs and sinks down, lays the heel of her palm right over Trixie’s heart with her fingers against her clavicle.

Katya pulls back a bit, so that she can look at Trixie. She’s so cute like this, rumpled and blushing. Trixie steals another tiny kiss from her and feels Katya’s smile bloom against her mouth. The warm weight of her in Trixie’s lap is distracting, but she looks like she wants to say something so Trixie lets her hands rest at Katya’s thighs and gives her the space to collect herself.

“Trixie. This isn’t like…a pity thing? I don’t need you to feel sorry for me.”

“I wanted you the second I first saw you.” Trixie doesn’t think about what she’s saying, the implications of that. It’s true, and she’s tired of skirting around the edge of what she means. “I haven’t stopped wanting you since. So no, it’s not a pity thing. You think I have enough compassion in my heart for that?”

Katya lets out a soft little huff of laughter. Her thumb is at Trixie’s bottom lip and she pulls down experimentally for just a second before she lets it spring back into place. Trixie turns her head to kiss the inside of Katya’s wrist and she lets herself linger, finally, feeling the jump of Katya’s pulse.

Dolly has gotten caught up in the excitement and she nudges Katya’s hip with her snout, her tail up in the air and swooshing back and forth. Katya reaches behind herself with her free hand to pat blindly at the dog’s head, but she doesn’t break Trixie’s gaze.

“I know all about the compassion you have in your heart, honey. You just don’t like to show it towards straight people.”

Trixie kisses her, half to wipe the teasing smirk right off her face and half because she can’t believe she’s actually allowed to now. This time Katya deepens things, and Trixie opens to the hesitant press of Katya’s tongue at the seam of her lips. Everything is slick and hot and lovely, and Trixie clutches tight at Katya’s hips.

When Katya breaks the kiss again Trixie whines low in her throat. It doesn’t occur to her to be embarrassed by it. She’s already told Katya how much she wants her. She’s been telling her for weeks, if she’s honest with herself.

“And, Trixie. Trixie. When you say that you…want me.” Trixie presses her thumbs into the creases at the tops of Katya’s thighs and she gasps, rocks her hips down sharply. “Does that mean just sex, or?”

“Do you think I usually spend weeks and weeks getting to know people that I just want to fuck?” Trixie slides her hands around to Katya’s ass and hauls her in close until their chests are flush. “You’re- oh my God, this is so embarrassing. You’re my best friend.”

Katya’s whole face breaks open and light comes spilling out. She cradles Trixie’s face between her palms and holds her in place as she kisses her. Dolly has given up trying to steal attention and skulked off to lie beside the unlit fireplace and eye them. They kiss for a long time, until Trixie’s fingertips start to go numb from oxygen deprivation.

“You’re my best friend too, Trixie.”

Trixie can’t stop smiling, her face is all scrunched up and goofy with it. It feels like the floor has righted itself after being just a little bit crooked the entire time she’s known Katya. She kisses her again, hands threaded into Katya’s hair so that she can feel the thrum of her pulse at the base of her skull. “Are you still scared?”

“Spookiest night of the year, mama.”

#rpdr fanfiction #trixie mattel #katya zamolodchikova #trixya #magical realism #tenderness #isolation #slow burn kind of #iwoc #beanierose #lesbian au

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‘Tis the season to spread cheer and I’m doing my part by recommending classic movies, paying them forward in hopes that these memorable distractions take people’s minds off negative goings on. I’m asking that you join me, recommend your favorites and #PayClassicsForward on your blogs, by noting your recommendations in the comments or sharing across social media.

Let’s give the gift of movies.

Here’s the challenge…pick movie recommendations to the “12 Days of Christmas” theme as I’ve done below. Keep in mind that movie choices should be those you think would appeal to non-classics fans. Let’s grow our community and #PayClassicsForward

Have fun!

On the first day of Christmas, etc. etc…

One hat

The “one” listing is always a difficult one due to the fact that classics lend themselves to plenty of choices. That said, I came up with a category that encompasses important decades and several genre of film – the fedora. By following the history of the fedora in film you’ll be made privy to the best gangsters, greatest funny men, and most memorable lovers of Hollywood’s golden age. So here it is, a signature fedora:

Note that in researching my favorite fedora portrait I learned that trilbys are often mistaken for fedoras. Since experts seem to be confused between the two types of classic men’s hats that leaves little hope for me. I can’t say for sure whether Bogart is wearing a trilby in the above image, but he may well be. Descriptions of this type of hat explain the rims are shorter than your average fedoras. Either way, it’s a cool, suave look and Bogie rocks it.

From GQ: What’s the difference between a fedora and a trilby?

Answer: Traditionally a fedora has a wide brim and in the UK a wide ribbon band and bow. A trilby has a narrow brim and narrow ribbon, although there are some American trilbies that still have the wide ribbon.

Two Fairbanks

Things were not simple between Douglas Fairbanks and Douglas Fairbanks, Jr. as it is for many families, but the son wore his father’s name proudly. I chose this father and son combination because if you watch their films you’ll get a healthy helping of everything from silent adventure to pre-code delicacies through some terrific television work. These are careers worth following.

Three Trios

There are quite a few choices for memorable trios in film including Cattle rustlers Robert Hightower (John Wayne), Pedro “Pete” Rocafuerte (Pedro Armendáriz), and William Kearney (Harry Carey, Jr.) in John Ford’s 3 Godfathers. That one is definitely difficult to pass up. That said, I think the following trios are likely to be looked at less by casual fans and they all deserve attention. These are my choices of trios in movies:

They are such a joy to behold. I remember them fondly from my days as a child watching them on TV. It seemed then that they appeared in a million movies, but that wasn’t the case. Still, these siblings are a joy in films like Buck Pirates with Abbott and Costello and their film debut in Albert S. Rogell’s Argentine Nights (1940). The Andrews Sisters made 17 films, more than any other singing group and all are a terrific way to be introduced to the movies. If that record does not impress you, then maybe this one will: LaVerne, Maxene, and Patty garnered 113 charted Billboard hits with 46 of those reaching the top 10. That’s more than Elvis Presley or The Beatles.

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I have nothing against Disney. In fact, I enjoy their classic animated films immensely. Due to that I’m less than enthusiastic about their constant remakes, which – in my opinion – disrespects those wonderful, older film accomplishments. Today I pay tribute to one of them by way of a trio of glorious characters made in the memorable Disney vein we’ve all come to know and love, that combination of warmth and delightful comedy that permeate those wonderful films. These characters are Princess Aurora’s three good fairy godmothers Flora, Fauna and Merryweather in Disney’s 1959 classic Sleeping Beauty. They alone pay tribute to an enchanting legacy.

“Each of us the child may bless, with a single gift no more, no less.”

The final mention here goes to three Russian envoys who have arrived in Paris to sell a fortune in jewelry, imperial jewelry, the money of which is to go to the Russian government, which is in need of cash. The three, Iranoff, Buljanoff and Kopalski (played hilariously by Sig Ruman, Felix Bressart and Alexander Granach, respectively) who are supposed to be doing work for the Russian government, immediately get caught up in the excesses of capitalism and fail to sell the jewelry. Moscow then sends a special envoy to Paris to investigate what’s going on with the trio and the jewelry. The envoy is the rigid and humorless, Comrade Yakushova – Ninotchka (Greta Garbo). The charming Melvyn Douglas plays Ninotchka’s love interest in Ernst Lubitsch’s delightful comedy, but it’s the three envoys in the hands of Ruman, Bressart and Granach that make this movie among the greats in the annals of comedy. I just want to get to know them better and so should you.

Ninotchka with Iranoff, Buljanoff, and Kopalski

Four Skippy Performances

It’s no wonder this wire-haired terrier was the highest paid canine star of his day. Often referred to as “Asta,” thanks to his successful appearances in The Thin Man movies, his real name was Skippy – and we love him to tears. Although I’m choosing only four of his film performances, Skippy never made a bad movie and starred opposite some of Hollywood’s biggest names. If you keep an eye out for Skippy’s filmography on TCM, you will no doubt be introduced to an astounding talent as well as a terrific movie. It’s guaranteed. My Skippy suggestions are:

Skippy as Asta in The Thin Man movies opposite William Powell and Myrna Loy as Nick and Nora Charles. I can’t imagine you haven’t seen The Thin Man (1934), but may not have given any of the sequels a try. If that’s the case you will be delighted by Skippy in any one of his key performances:

in ANOTHER THIN MAN

in AFTER THE THIN MAN

Skippy is wonderful as Mr. Smith in The Awful Truth. Worth a custody dispute between Warriner and Warriner played by Cary Grant and Irene Dunne, this time Skippy is required to add straight drama to his repertoire as he is required to choose between his two humans right off the bat. There’s also plenty for him to do on the comedy front, however, so this one is a must-see.

forced to choose between the Warriners in court

front and center in the awful truth

Skippy as George in Howard Hawks’ Bringing Up Baby opposite Katharine Hepburn and Cary Grant. Another terrific outing for our favorite pooch as he is central to action thanks to his burying abilities.

Holding his own in Hawks’ beloved screwball

This sequel to Norman Z. McLeod’s 1937 hit Topper lacks some of the charm of its predecessor, but the talents of Constance Bennett, Roland Young, Billie Burke, Alan Mowbry, and Skippy make it well worth your time. Here, Skippy matched Bennett’s ghostly wit by ghostly wit in a role that stretches his talents to matters beyond this world and he approaches it with signature enthusiasm.

so famous he made it into this spectacular publicity photo with Constance Bennett

Five Lords-a-leaping

No explanation needed.

Cagney

Nicholas Brothers

Kelly

Astaire

Six Vivien Leigh GWTW Tests

Gone With the Wind is celebrating its 80th anniversary on December 15 and, as the biggest, most famous movie ever made, it deserves at least a mention here.

On that day in 1939, Atlanta’s Loew’s Grand Theater was buzzing with Hollywood’s biggest names. It was such an occasion for Atlanta that the film’s opening was a 3-day event as Governor Eurith Dickinson Rivers declared a three-day holiday. Other politicians asked that Georgians dress in period clothing. A lot had happened in Hollywood leading up to that premiere though including the famous search for the film’s leading lady, the protagonist of Margaret Mitchell’s 1936 blockbuster novel, Scarlett O’Hara. Every female star it seems auditioned for the part. Among them were Bette Davis, Jean Arthur, Tallulah Bankhead, Joan Bennett, Claudette Colbert, Frances Dee, and Paulette Goddard who, as stories go, was close to being chosen. As we all know, however, Scarlett went to the lovely, British Vivien Leigh who possessed an outstanding talent. Leigh made the part her own and, along with the film, became tantamount to Hollywood royalty. To honor Vivien Leigh and her memorable Scarlett O’Hara here are six make-up and wardrobe test stills:

Seven Justices

Judge James K. Hardy in the Andy Hardy movie series

Judge Margaret Turner in The Bachelor and the Bobby-Soxer

Judge Taylor in To Kill a Mockingbird

Judge Weaver in Anatomy of a Murder

Judge Henry X. Harper in Miracle on 34th Street

Judge Dan Haywood in Judgment at Nuremberg

Judge Chamberlain Haller in My Cousin Vinny

Eight Serials

Follow the links to watch episodes of these dramatically exciting serials. It might take a few chapters for you to get hooked, but you’ll get hooked.

The Perils of Pauline (1914) starring Pearl White

The Vanishing Legion (1931) starring Harry Carey and Edwina Booth

The Green Hornet (1940) starring Gordon Jones

Zorro Rides Again (1937) starring John Carroll

The Master Mystery (1918) starring Harry Houdini

Flash Gordon (1936) starring Buster Crabbe

The Phantom Creeps (1939) starring Bela Lugosi

Holt of the Secret Service (1941) starring Jack Holt

Nine Ladies Dancing

Ann Miller

Ruby Keeler

Eleanor Powell

Lena Horne

Betty Grable

Vera-Ellen

Cyd Charisse

Ginger Rogers

Dorothy Dandridge

Ten Directors

Watch their movies… live, love, learn, and laugh.

Michael Curtiz

Akira Kurosawa

William Wyler

Fritz Lang

Ernst Lubitsch

John Ford

Alfred Hitchcock

Mervyn LeRoy

Ida Lupino

Lois Weber

Eleven Movies about Millionaires

Since I recommended movies about hobos in a previous year, I thought the time came for millionaires. There are many wonderful movies about the super rich, particularly during the Great Depression when audiences loved seeing the plight of these people play out for laughs. That theme made for some of film history’s best screwball comedies. The super rich, however, have lent themselves for entertaining movie fare ever since the movies began and in every genre. Check out this terrific list from Forbes spotlighting millionaires in movies.

As for me, I have quite a few favorites with millionaire themes that appeal to most others as well. These include such popular titles as The Philadelphia Story, the shenanigans of the Charleses in The Thin Man movies, My Man Godfrey, The Lady Eve, How to Marry a Millionaire, and movies featuring recognizable names like Charles Foster Kane and Bruce Wayne. For this purpose, however, I recommend lesser known, but worthy millionaire movie stories I’ve watched through the years – some in terrible condition, a few greats, and some for plain ole fun. Here are the 11 rich and classic…

Phil Rosen’s Extravagance (1930)

John G. Adolfi’s The Millionaire (1931)

Clarence G. Badger’s Miss Brewster’s Millions (1926)

Frank Tuttle’s Love Among the Millionaires (1930)

Mitchell Leisen’s Easy Living (1937)

Anthony Asquith’s The Millionairess (1960)

Robert Moore’s Murder by Death (1976)

William Asher’s Bikini Beach (1964)

Walter Lang’s I’ll Give a Million (1938)

George Marshall’s A Millionaire for Christy (1951)

Roy Del Ruth’s Kid Millions (1934)

EXTRAVAGANCE (1930_

THE MILLIONAIRE (1931)

LOVE AMONG THE MILLIONAIRES (1930)

MISS BREWSTER’S MILLIONS (1926)

MURDER BY DEATH (1976)

I’LL GIVE A MILLION (1938)

A MILLIONAIRE FOR CHRISTY (1951)

THE MILLIONAIRESS (1960)

KID MILLIONS (1934)

BIKINI BEACH (1964)

EASY LIVING (1937)

Twelve Feature Acting Debuts

Some of my favorite and/or most memorable film debuts…

Jamie Lee Curtis in Halloween – effective after all these years.

Orson Welles in Citizen Kane – although Welles’ performance is what I find hardest to like in Kane, I cannot deny its impact and status among characters in film.

Audrey Hepburn in Roman Holiday – appropriate introduction for royalty in film and in life. She charms you from the first moment.

Eva Marie Saint in On the Waterfront – exclamation point to begin a stellar movie career.

Barbra Streisand in Funny Girl – a tour de force and a phenomenon

Peter Lorre in M – brilliant, nightmarish, heartbreaking. Described by director Fritz Lang as “one of the best in film history.” I agree.

Julie Andrews in Mary Poppins – Her debut should have been as Eliza Doolittle in My Fair Lady, but we’ll take this and so did she. Not only did Andrews win the Best Actress Academy Award for her portrayal of the magical nanny, but she won the hearts of the world in the process.

Timothy Hutton in Ordinary People – ordinarily superb.

Angela Lansbury in Gaslight – small part, big impact. Undeniable screen presence.

Edward Norton in Primal Fear – convincing and chilling.

Greer Garson in Goodbye, Mr. Chips – She wanted a worthy role as her screen introduction. She got it. She killed it – as she did from that moment on.

Eddie Murphy in 48 Hours – I love this performance highlighting the scope of Murphy’s talent.

I gave this final topic a lot of thought as there are many worthy contenders. For instance, I’m sure many would choose James Dean’s turn in East of Eden, as big a legend-ensuring performance as there ever was, but it’s not a favorite of mine. Tatum O’Neill’s performance in Paper Moon is another one I considered as were Marlee Matlin’s in Children of a Lesser God and Lupita Nyong’o heartbreaking Patsey in 12 Years a Slave. Finally, I adore Robert Duvall’s debut appearance in To Kill a Mockingbird. And I could go on and on. We just have an embarrassment of riches.

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Phew! There you have this year’s movie recommendations. I hope you enjoyed the list and that – in the spirit of Christmas – you take this challenge and…

#PayClassicsForward

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The Challenge: #PayClassicsForward for Christmas ‘Tis the season to spread cheer and I’m doing my part by recommending classic movies, paying them forward in hopes that these memorable distractions take people’s minds off negative goings on.

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whitetrashphilosopher-blog · 6 years ago

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Top 5 people who should have gotten a TARDIS invite

Not including people who died before the Doctor would have gotten a chance to invite them.

5. Letitia Jones: I know this would never happen in a million years because the Doctor doesn't do families (whatever the fuck that means‌) but she earned it. She could have stayed behind with Leo and Francine, but she chose the more dangerous path to protect her sister. She risked her life in that cathedral, she deserved a thank you trip.

4. Nancy & Jamie: Nancy and Jamie went through hell. She was brave and clever, and she was the one who saved the world in the end. Yeah traveling with a kid would be a little irresponsible, but the Doctor is pretty irresponsible, so it's not exactly out of character. Nancy had lost hope that there was a future. She deserved more than Rose telling her that there would be a brighter tomorrow, she deserved to see it.

3. Dee Dee: Dee Dee was clever, and while she did at times get swept up in the hysteria, she never actually advocated for or participated in violence. She realized what the creature was doing and tried to talk some sense into the other passengers. Without Dee Dee the Hostess might never have realized in time what had happened and the Doctor would be dead. Of Course the Hostess and her bravery deserve more credit, but her death means she could not be rewarded. Dee Dee however survived and deserved acknowledgement for how clever she was, especially in light of the disrespect the professor heaped upon her.

2. Tallulah & Lazlo: Tallulah and Lazlo got fucked over hard by the Daleks. The time and place they lived in was only going to worsen their prospects. They were both so brave. Lazlo, even knowing he was dying, was willing to fight to his last breath to protect his planet and the people he loved. Even more impressive, after being mutilated and sentenced to a slow death he wasn't vengeful. When the Doctor tried to negotiate peace with Dalek Sec Lazlo only questioned if the Dalek could be trusted. He didn't demand payback. If peace was possible he was willing to accept that, even though he believed what was done to him couldn't be reversed. And Tallulah? She really was an angel. Her friendship with Martha was beautiful. Her love for Lazlo was so pure. Even when everyone believed he was run off or dead she didn't lose faith in him. She never wavered. They should have gotten the honeymoon to beat all honeymoons, up among the stars.

1. Zach & Ida: What a crew they would have made! They were already explorers. They had proven how clever, courageous, caring and capable they were. They would have fit right in on the TARDIS. They went out to deep space to explore an impossible thing, knowing how dangerous it would be, because it was there. That's the Doctor's whole MO! They would have been fantastic, gathering data, asking questions, always searching for the next great mystery. They would have been invaluable assets on every mission. Hell, they already faced the devil (sort of) after that it would be difficult to ruffle a person. Zach and Ida should have gotten a chance. They would have performed well, I'm sure of it. The Doctor should at the very least felt somewhat indebted to Zach for refusing to leave Rose behind despite her protests. Neither of them ever lost their temper, or complained, even in the face of certain death. They always remained calm. Ida just wanted to discover things no one had ever seen before. The Doctor could have given her that opportunity. But alas, it was not to be.

Honorary Mention: Sally Sparrow, she more than deserved an invite, but the temporal logistics would have been messy. The Doctor was wise not to interfere in her life after their business was concluded.

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Condolescence (Chapter XI)

Pairing: Adam (Only Lovers Left Alive) x OFC Language: English Rating: M

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The sun was setting by the time Tal finally came to a halt, allowing herself to catch her breath on a wooden bench in an abandoned park. It was late already, according to her mobile phone, whose battery was almost empty now, about five pm.

She had been walking restlessly through the city for hours then, all alone and without a destination, circling the same spots over and over again but always staying close to the bus stop she had used when leaving Adam’s house for the first time.

Up until this time, the warm sunbeams had been the only thing separating her from his clutches, her one ally and protection and now, it mockingly bailed on her, hiding behind the horizon and creating space for a pale moon and billions of shining stars dotting the nightly sky.

For just a brief moment, fear flooded her body, making her tremble despite the warm clothes she was wearing. What if he was searching for her? What if Adam intended to end what he had started? She knew his secret now, what if he went after her and… killed her?

But… no. This was absurd. Adam hadn’t hurt her thus far and despite everything that had happened today, there was no way he would cause her any harm, not like this… right? She desperately hoped her thoughts true. Maybe he had indeed wanted to be helpful and nice. Maybe… it was why he had been so distant this whole time… because he had fought with himself not to kill her and she… she had just run off and away from him, calling him names. It was her own fear that had scared her away, she realised, not Adam’s eerie secret.

Where was she supposed to go anyway? For all she knew, she could find herself a cosy bus stop bench or a dry spot under a bridge to sleep on. She could beg for some money to have dinner and become a derelict. Or perhaps she could go back and apologise? Promise she wouldn’t ever tell about his true heritage?

The pain in Adam’s blue eyes had been tangible. Not the physical pain the sun had elicited, no. Knowing that he had disappointed her, lied to her and scared her even had felt like thousands of glowing needles piercing her heart. She had felt it like it was her own pain. And yet she had left.

The vampire had been on her mind for hours now. It was like he was calling her name in the dark, luring her back into his arms. Yearning made her heart clench. What was this? Love? Affection? Leaving had been a mistake.

“Adam…”

He should be searching for her. Right now, in this very moment, he should be out there, going after her, ensuring nothing had happened to her. But he was trapped inside; trapped inside this goddamn house to hide from a deadly star causing him to curse his immortal existence. He couldn’t possibly sleep now.

Adam was going to apologise if he ever got the opportunity again. He would apologise for keeping from her what he really was, beg for mercy, beg for another chance. He was a vampire. Mighty, strong, old and wise and yet, she held the upper hand. Tal had wrapped him around her finger without even knowing, had made him drop to his knees willingly.

Right now, he should rather be worried to be exposed. Tal knew about him and if she told anyone, the zombies would come knocking on his door, attempting to force him into a lab, a zoo or on a deathbed. Humans always attacked when they were scared, regardless of the consequences. A blood bath would be the result, with him feasting on each and every one of them, contaminating himself in the process. Perhaps then he could finally die and find peace, join Eve wherever in this endless universe she was at.

But—and this was what scared him the most—he didn’t care. He needed to make sure Tallulah was well, all because he had allowed himself to feel, because he had accepted falling in love. Eve would have shaken her head at him, arms akimbo.

Fight for what you hold dear, my love, she would have said, stroking his cheek in the process. As for now, however, he was helpless. Until it was dark outside—and there were yet several hours to pass until the sun would set—he was all but defenceless. Useless.

Clenching his fists in anger, his knuckles harshly connected with the stone wall in the hallway, ripping a hole into it. Now he would have to get that fixed but then again, there was way too much broken in this house already anyway.

Tal had liked it nevertheless. There. There she was again. She kept torturing his mind, not leaving his tormented thoughts for even a second.

Wondering whether he’d ever see her again, he sank to the floor, his eyes closed. Detroit wasn’t that big. As soon as it was dark outside, he would get his car. He would find her. He needed to.

“Tal…”

For several seconds, she just stood there. Unsure of whether she should ring the doorbell and freezing from the cold temperatures, she simply frowned, staring at the dark wood right in front of her.

The sun was almost gone now, covering the house in dark shadows—it had taken her a full hour to come back and it was surprising, really. She had found his house without getting lost, though it had been like a supernatural energy pulling her towards him. Like magnets. Like Einstein’s spooky action at a distance, an entwined particle which, if one was moved away from the other, the other would be identically and equally affected.

Maybe they belonged together in the end. Maybe just neither of them knew yet.

Finally, Tal took a deep breath. She swallowed thickly before she pressed her finger against the rusty door bell.

It took a while until something stirred inside the house. Lights in the hallway were being turned on, muffled steps were audible and then, hesitantly but determined, the two heavy doors opened.

Adam said nothing when he spotted Tal right before him, nor did she. They only stood there for a while, listening to each other’s breath and then, when tears were forming in her beautiful beige eyes, the vampire reached forward, pulling her into a tight hug and burying his face in the brunette curtain of her long hair.

He felt no desire to drink from her, not right now. The relief that the sorrow, electrifying his body and burning him from the inside out had finally vanished, was way greater. Sighing, he pressed her even closer, taking a few steps back to close the door, with Tal’s arms still frantically wrapped around him.

“I was so worried,” he murmured quietly, closing his eyes as if to make sure she was real, that she had really come back to him.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” It was all she kept saying for a while, her high voice barely audible. Adam frowned, pushing her away an arm-length to look her in the eye.

“You are sorry? I told you I’m a… and you’re sorry?”

“I should have let you explain! I didn’t listen, I just ran away,” she was interrupted by a dry sob. Anew, salty tears formed in her eyes, running down her cheeks and worsening her sight until Adam was nothing more than a black spot before her. Quickly, she blinked.

“…and I was scared. I really was. I thought you to be a seductive monster and I’m ashamed now for thinking this way. I didn’t tell anyone. I didn’t even talk to anyone, I swear.”

Taken aback, Adam’s lips parted. His cool hands slid down her arms to reach for her hands as he led her upstairs, placing her on his couch. How many shared moments, good and bad ones, had already passed on this very piece of furniture?

“Your reaction was absolutely normal. I don’t blame you, though I wish you had found out differently.” He finally spoke up. He rested his elbows on his thighs, leaning forward to study her. She looked fine, as far as he could tell. No scratches, no bruises.

“I wanted to tell you. Eventually. Maybe one day but zombies…” He closed his eyes, correcting himself “…humans tend to… you know the stories.”

“I still can’t quite believe vampires are real.” Tal whispered, her eyes fixating something invisible on the carpeted floor.

She will leave you, a reproachful voice in his head soothed. You can’t possibly expect her to stay with a bloodthirsty monster like you.

“I can understand if you want to leave. I can get you a new apartment and provide you with enough money until you’ve found a new job. And a car. You’ll need a car, travelling by bus isn’t safe, I will—“

“Adam!”

Pausing, he looked up.

“I didn’t come back for your money. In fact, I won’t allow you to give me any more.”

Frowning, he swallowed. “Then why did you come back?”

Tal silenced. Yes, why had she come back? Truth was, she didn’t really know. Neither, though, did he. She had wanted to apologise, yes but now?

“I-I don’t know, I want to try and… I… oh, I don’t know. All my life I’ve been so naïve and ignorant. It’s why I snapped in the first place, old habits die hard. But… Adam, I don’t know what this is but I like you. When we kissed… I felt something I had never felt before. Like… like I finally belonged somewhere… like I belonged to you. Is that even possible? A human falling in love with a vampire?” She snorted, shaking her head at her own words. “I feel like I’m in a really bad dark romance movie.”

“I felt it too,” It was Tal who looked up this time, searching his blue gaze as if to assure herself. “I felt it when we first met. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get you out of my fucking head. I felt the urge to protect you even if I shouldn’t give a fuck. And then I asked myself if I could actually love again. A zombie…” Her innocent look was questioning for a second. „It’s what I call humans,“ he finally explained.

Is that really what it was? Were they in love? Tal held her breath, biting her lower lip as she allowed his quiet words to sink in.

“Now what do we do?” She asked, a painful expression on her beautiful face.

Adam took a deep breath, bracing himself for his answer. “We try.”

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misunderstood-shadows · 8 years ago

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The Returned: Chapter 12

When the witch, Genevieve, left the bar, we got up and followed her, leaving Hayley behind to talk to some people she recognised. We tailed her to a shop across the street. While Elijah and Klaus followed her inside I sped to the roof, to find a way in. An open window on the second floor allowed me to slip inside, then make my way silently down the stairs. I waited at the back of the shop, out of sight, until I was needed.

Klaus appeared behind her first. Sensing his presence, she whirled around.

‘’You disappeared from the party.’’

Klaus said nothing.

‘’Would you care to explain why you would choose to torment us with visions of our father?’’ Elijah picked up a nearby dagger, examining its detail silver sheath.

‘’Your father? No, I didn’t. I wouldn’t.’’ She exclaimed, glancing towards the stairwell where I was standing, still concealed in shadows. I stepped into the light and she took a step back. That’s right, bitch. Nowhere to go. I smiled sweetly, flashing my fangs.

‘’Of course, how foolish of me. It must be that other witch parading around our home in scraps of lace.’’ Elijah said dryly.

‘’I know how talented you are with your tongue, Genevieve.’’ Klaus whispered. I grimaced, a shiver of disgust ran up my spine. I did not want to think about what that insinuated. ‘’Might I recommend you use it to provide answers. I would so hate to tear it right from your mouth.’’

She smiled. ‘’As much as I… enjoy these repeated accusations of wrong doings; I don’t know what you’re talking about. But if you’re both seeing your dead father I can try and get you answers.’’

Klaus hissed, grabbing the side of her neck in one hand. Elijah and I both moved forwards, ready to react if she fought back.

‘’Fine.’’ He breathed. ‘’Go.’’

‘’Niklaus, don’t you dare- ‘’ Elijah begun.

‘’Go.’’ Klaus said again.

Giving me one last look, Genevieve turns and hastily exited the shop.

‘’You don’t trust her,’’ Klaus turned to Elijah. ‘’You’re right not to. Only a fool would, but she certainly wants us to, doesn’t she?’’

‘’I guess there is something of a benefit for you in all this, isn’t there?’’ Elijah whispered, studying Klaus.

‘’I need that witch to make those rings for the wolves. Perhaps we’ll get both answers and co-operation.’’

‘’You’re playing a dangerous game, Klaus.’’ I said, arms crossed.

‘’That’s what makes it so thrilling.’’ He smiled.

‘’God, I’m starving.’’ I groaned.

‘’Go for a hunt then.’’ Elijah said. We were walking down the main street, heading home. Klaus had headed back to find Hayley so we walked together. I drunk in the sights and smells of the Big Easy; it was very beautiful here. Maybe I could settle down; it seemed that the vampires were largely accepted here and it was easy to get lost in the crowds of people.

‘’But, Elijah!’’ I whined, pulling gently on his arm, grinning slyly, ‘’I haven’t hunted with anyone in 250 years. Will you come with me? Please? Just like old times.’’

Elijah looked at me and I put on my best puppy dog face.

‘’Fine.’’ He said. ‘’But only one. I want to get back before Genevieve and Klaus do. Otherwise me may not know what she learned until later on in the week.’’

‘’At least your room isn’t directly next to theirs.’’ I grimaced.

‘’There is one next to mine, if you prefer.’’ He offered.

‘’Are you sure? I mean, I don’t want to impose on you or Hayley. I know she is next to you as well.’’ I looked at the pavement beneath us.

‘’I assure you, you are not.’’

‘’I would love that, thank you. Maybe finally I could get some sleep.’’ I grinned. We walked a bit further before I remembered something. ‘’Oh god.’’ I breathed. ‘’Elijah, what I said at the bar… it was an accident, I’m so sorry.’’

‘’It was an honest mistake. You meant no harm by it.’’ He said simply.

I grabbed his arm, pulling him to a halt. ‘’I am sorry, Elijah. If they say anything- ‘’

‘’I will tell them the truth.’’ He said.

‘’But you’re ashamed of it. I shouldn’t ever have said anything.’’

‘’Alessandra.’’ He turned to me, resting one hand on the side of my neck, forcing me to look at him. ‘’Don’t ever think that. I am not ashamed, nor will I ever be. I do not want you to be, either.’’

A tear slid down my face and he wiped it away with a thumb. He pressed his forehead to mine and I closed my eyes, revelling in the contact. He used to that whenever I was upset or distressed. It never failed to calm me.

‘’We should go.’’ He whispered, pulling away.

‘’Ok.’’ I wiped the last remaining tears and we set off in search of dinner.

‘’Don’t scream.’’ The woman remained silent as Elijah bit into her neck He drunk while I kept watch. It was strangely erotic, watching him drink and known that soon, I too would feed from her. When he had his fill, he pulled back beckoning me over. He passed the woman over to me and I supported her weight. We had found her in a bar and it hadn’t taken me long to coax her outside, claiming there was a band playing that she simply had to see.

I bit into her soft flesh and blood exploded into my mouth. I moaned; it was delicious; warm and clean, without the burn of drugs and the slightest tang of alcohol from the wine she had been drinking earlier. I gripped her tighter as she weakened, sinking my fangs further into her artery. Her blood started to slow more slowly so I bit deeper.

‘’Alessandra, enough.’’ A hand gripped my shoulder but I threw it off, growling. I needed more. I bit down deeper into the woman, trying to suck the blood out of her veins. I distantly heard her heartbeat slow but I didn’t care.

‘‘Enough!’’ The woman was ripped away from me and I staggered back against the wall. I hissed at him, crouching down into a defensive position, protecting my prey. When I realized it was Elijah I straightened, drawing my fangs back into my mouth.

‘’What was that?’’ He growled, glaring at me.

‘’I-I don’t know. I couldn’t stop myself.’’ I whispered.

‘’I thought that you would have more control over yourself, Alessandra.’’

I nodded, embarrassed. ‘’I guess it was the clean blood; I’ve been sticking mostly to drunks and addicts.’’ I admitted.

‘’Give her your blood; we’re leaving.’’ He strode away to keep watch as I bit into my wrist and held it to the woman’s mouth. She drank greedily, slowly regaining her strength.

‘’Forget everything that just happened. Go back to Rousseau’s and get a drink.’’ She walked away, the dreamy look in her eyes a result from both my blood and the compulsion.

‘’Elijah-’’

‘’I understand that you got overwhelmed, but please understand this; we are at war with werewolves and witches. If we give them any reason to attack us; such as an uncontrolled Original- ‘’

‘’I understand, Elijah.’’ I said reassuringly. Seemingly unconvinced he turned and strode from the alley. After trying in vain to wipe the blood from my clothes I pulled my jacket tighter around me and set off after him.

As soon as we arrived, Elijah sped off into the living room and I went to collect my things to move into the new bedroom. As I walked past, I saw Genevieve talking to Elijah. Curious about what she had found, I pressed my back to the wall to listen.

‘’I asked around,’’ she walked to stand next to him. ‘’it’s not just your father. Purgatory, where supernatural souls are trapped, is disintegrating.’’

Elijah spun to face her. Klaus walked past me and I put my box on the ground, walking with him to join Elijah and the witch. I needed to hear this.

‘’She’s right,’’ said Klaus. ‘’More or less; it’s actually imploding. I made a call to a rather reluctant Bennet witch in Mystic Falls who said the same thing. The dead are being torn away into nothingness and they’re not interested in going quietly.’’

‘’So you’re saying that our father, faced with permanent extinction, has decided to spend the last of his days tormenting us? How delightful.’’ Elijah sighed.

‘’Well,’’ smiled Klaus, ‘’on the plus side we’ll soon be rid of his abhorrent soul forever and what a good riddance that would be.’’

That was true. Mikhael had sworn to hunt the Originals down and him being 100% gone from our lives would be a huge relief. That would be one less person to look over my shoulder for. Only 99 immortal enemies left.

‘’So am I in the clear, Elijah?’’ Genevieve said hotly. ‘’Or is there a new conspiracy you would like to threaten me over?’’

Elijah thought for a moment. ‘’Nothing springs to mind at this precise moment.’’ A small smile materialized on my face at his sass.

‘’Oh, gee. Thanks.’’ She said sarcastically. She turned and walked over the Klaus. ‘’I have to get back to the girls. Perhaps tomorrow after the funeral, you and I could… spend some time together? Alone.’’

I snorted, and she glared at me.

‘’I suppose we’ll have to see,’’ said Klaus. She sighed, then walked away, pushing past me to leave the room.

‘’I don’t like her.’’ I decided.

‘’Please tell me you’ve come up with a stronger method to control the witch than playing hard to get.’’ Elijah chided.

‘’Oh, I don’t know, Elijah. I think you’re underestimating the power of sex.’’ I said. I walked over to the drink tray in the corner, pouring myself a whiskey.

‘’Well, I’ve always been partial to the classics.’’ Klaus said, grinning at me.

Elijah turned and closed the French doors. Klaus bid us goodnight before leaving.

‘’Do you need help moving into the new room?’’ Elijah asked. He was studying the bookshelf, tracing a finger over the worn leather spines.

‘’I’ve got it, thank you.’’ I finished the whiskey, gulping down the last of the amber liquid.

‘’Very well then. Goodnight, Alessandra.’’ He turned to leave.

‘’Elijah, wait. I just wanted to ask you; why do you call me that? You know my new name.’’ I played with the glass tumbler in my hand.

‘’Because it is the name you grew up with. It is a part of you. These names you choose; they have no meaning. They are just something you pick. Alessandra is your real name, so that is what I will call you. But if you would prefer Tallulah, or Tallie, I am willing call you that.’’

‘’No. I like it; nobody has called me that in a long time. I was just wondering.’’

‘’Goodnight, Alessandra.’’ He gave me one last heart stopping smile, before striding out the door.

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