#( don't touch my boys | annalise )

[prcphesieslie]

“ family isn ’t about whose blood you carry . It ’s about who you love and who loves you back . ”

~ unknown

Look who just woke up- is that HAILEE SEINFELD? No, I must have been mistaken, that’s ANNALISE O'BRIEN from THE BASTARD SON AND THE DEVIL HIMSELF. I heard she is 20 and stuck here just like everyone else. Even in the 20’s, they still give off a FEARING ONES OWN POWERS BECAUSE IT IS NOT WHAT IS EXPECTED FROM THEIR KIND, STUBBORNLY RUSHING HEAD FIRST INTO DANGER FOR THE ONES WHO MATTER MOST, AGGRESSIVE SARCASM AND DRAMATIC EYEROLLING, FERAL CAT ENERGY impression. They’re known to be quite PROTECTIVE, but have a tendency to be STUBBORN on their bad days.

Gender/Pronouns ::

cis female ; she/her

How long have they been in Sydney ?

two weeks

Job ::

college student // tbd

barista // tbd

Which suburb do they live in ?

tbd

Memories of their real life ::

annalise is not from the book series !! she is from the netflix original tv show and the tv show only. that being said, she remembers through the end up the tv show. basic info :: annalise is a Fairborn Witch the power of decimation, which is very unusual for a Fairborn Witch as it's considered a 'dark power' that is most commonly found in blood witches. if you want more information, you can find it here !!

What was their fake life like ?

tbd looking for :: siblings parents friends coworkers fellow students

[modernspellsword]

[NARRATE] The sender narrates the story behind one of their scars. (Bullet wound!)

((Oh boy. Here comes a doozy.))

"So? You wanna find out how I got these?" She asked as she poked two round-ish scars. "Its a story, take a seat. Want a drink?"

When her listener was comfortable Annalise began.

So, I'm Bi. Possibly pan. And I keep making terrible decisions. After a summer with a Werewolf where we just weren't meant to be I resumed my monster hunting career. Around 23 I took a job to hunt a demon in a small upstate New York town along the Erie canal. It was a town well past its time, with as many boarded up buildings as open ones. I went with a dedicated demon hunter. A nice guy who, while a touch extreme, was a genuine good guy. Fought with twin guns. Blessed bullets. Was pretty good too. A little quick on the trigger, but hadn't hurt anybody on his team yet. Aside from some ear damage. Well we had to find the demon in the area. So the two of us being the only ones who knew in town split up to search for this demon. While I was out I met this cute girl. Brie was her name. We hit it right off. Brie and I uh... We kinda became close. Very close. I'm a horny fool so in the 12 days we were together we had gotten close as hell. We did some stuff together. However on day 12 my fellow hunter said he had found out the demons identity and to meet him in the park.

So I go to the park and I see my co-hunter pointing a gun at my new girlfriend. I freak the fuck out. And well... Damn. That didn't work out well. Standing between my girlfriend and my co-hunter going 'Hol up why are you trying to shoot my girlfriend'.

Well a few seconds later I hear some gunshots. And a ton of discomfort in my gut. She traced her twin scars with her fingers lightly. I wake up a few days later in a fancy mansion and I learn finally what happened.

Over the 12 days I was in town Brie and I met for 8 of them. On the remaining four my demon hunter friend had discovered our demon. It was Brie. And she was no ordinary demon. Having heard that the flow of magic was restored to earth a demon queen, one of the born demons, not a sinner from earth, had come to earth. Taking a hit to her power in exchange for being left alone by other demons. Well uh, the hunter organization did what it loves to do and tried to ruin a peaceful monsters life. And my demon hunter? Well he truly meant well, and to be fair to him, had I known, I wouldn't have stood between us, but I would have tried to calm him down. And to be more fair, Brie? She was playing with him. Using her powers to do... Something to him. So when I met him things were coming apart at his seams, but he was aiming to put his pistols down. They just went off.

Brie? She was livid. For what its worth I had fallen for her like a goddamn ten ton weight off mt Everest. But she liked me. Genuinely liked me. She destroyed his guns with a thought and was going to do the worst things she could to him. However apparently I stopped her. I struck her with my blade. I don't remember this, and I'm told I didn't even cut her skin. But I told her 'no' and she listened. She sent the hunter on his way and made a pact with me. I could live, but I would become part demon.

And... I did. However I had two blessed bullets in me. While I won't die from them, my demon powers are limited due to them. And these scars? They will never heal. I lived with Brie for a bit, but finding out I fell for a demon queen was a bit much so when she had something lined up I stayed with a vampire teacher. It took a few years to learn my demon powers. And I still haven't mastered them. But I got a lot better at it. And... I still have these scars to remind me of the fool I am.

[all-or-nothing-baby]

ANGÉLIQUE

Nabrielise, 1668 words, Polyamory, Implied/Referenced Childhood Sexual Abuse, Gabriel Boutin has PTSD, Flashbacks, Gabriel Boutin Needs A Hug, Gabriel is In Love, Kissing It Better, Post-Season/Series 01, Getting Together, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Pre-slash, References to Drugs, POV Gabriel.

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Cyan fingers play ghostly along bright, beautifully brown collarbone mountains.

Un amour entaché.

Tainted Love, indeed.

Gabriel's face remains a book of blank pages, his default setting—a trillion miles away from the bloody battles that are raging constantly between his mind and his heart.

He's always been one to play defence. Especially with himself.

Only nineteen and already a ghost.

…well, almost.

Darkwave trance music pumps softly from somebody's bluetooth speaker—much softer than the current thump of Gabriel's industrial techno heartbeat. Nathan, the reason, now pushes upwards from where long forearms support his longer body, those big plush lips halting a mere millimetre away from Gabriel's. Gabriel stills his touch, forever-bleu fingertips buried in a perfect clavicle valley. He watches the boy's pulse ticking away under that smooth brown skin for a moment longer before allowing their eyes to meet—and do so much more than just shake hands.

Stay.

"What's this song called? Do you know it?" Nathan's mouth moves against Gabriel's as he speaks, then he's nodding his head in question towards the sounds of pulsating synth beats and low-sung neo-goth French words unknown to him.

Stay with me.

Gabriel swallows his urgency if not his want and licks his—and consequently Nathan's—lips, before taking a breath and answering, "Angélique," on the exhale.

Nathan peers out from underneath feathery raven lashes.

Stay, always.

Gabriel has become a walking/talking contradiction of himself.

Nathan's eyes flicker shut for a couple of his own now-also-racing heartbeats. Gabriel usually manages to tune out the sounds of others' life-force, or at least turn down the volume—never Nathan's though.

Or Annalise's, come to think of it.

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That thought digs beneath Gabriel's skin and makes a nest there, staining him just like his bloodborne alchemy. Marking him up. Tattooing him.

~Nathan&Annalise~

Nathan gently brushes just the very tip of his nose alongside the length of Gabriel's. Up and down, up and down. "So, does that mean, like…" and he mirrors now, licking his and Gabriel's lips, "...Angelic, or some shit?"

Or some shit. 

Gabriel pants out three, barely there Yeses. One for each of them.

Gabriel, Nathan, Annalise. 

Nathan smiles. "Like you. You're my guardian angel," he insists. "Mine and Annalise's." 

Fallen angel, more like. 

Stupidly, Gabriel lets himself be just that entirely fucking perfect for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Blinks and believes.

My darling angel, Gabriel.

Gabriel grits his teeth at the sudden mental intrusion. She can just fuck right off and out of his head, merci beaucoup. 

He then swallows thickly again. "No, Nathan." And he's so desperate to Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!  

He won't be the one to instigate though. Can't ever do that. Can't ever be that.

"You mustn't—don't think of me that way, mon cher. I'm not so… good."

Nathan fusses his gaze over every single one of Gabriel's features, with no rush to the action. Searches for a lie. He doesn't find one. He doesn't relent either, though, and now gifts Gabriel with, "You won't convince me you're anything other than a decent bloke, you know."

"Decent?" Gabriel scoffs, deflecting by looking down at his state of undress, "Dans mes sous-vêtements." Nathan's face scrunches up adorably. Gabriel sighs affectionately and smiles wryly. "I am wearing only my knickers." A nod to Annalise. 

Nathan smiles some more, his face splitting with the size and force of it and Gabriel thinks he'd kill for this boy. Then Nathan tuts, just as affectionate. "You know what I mean, Gabs."

Gabriel inwardly preens at the moniker. Plenty have used the nickname before, but never has it ever sounded the way it does tripping off of Nathan Byrn's lips. Makes Gabriel think he's the one tripping, every time he hears it.

You're smitten. 

Gabriel tries to ignore the oh-so familiar shrill-pitched voice in his mind as Nathan tilts his gorgeous head. "I don't care what you say, anyway. You're an angel if I say you are. With your pretty eyes and your crazy white hair."

White hair. 

Gabriel blinks, too much.

You must tell me… 

His mask falters. It's only a split-second—too quick for most people to notice. Unfortunately in this instance though, Nathan is not most people.

"Hey, hey, what is it? What did I say?" Nathan's eyes are blown wide and his hands instantly attach themselves to Gabriel's biceps like they've found their way home; an anchor to Gabriel's wayward ship, mooring him from the coming high-tide.

"I don't—it's nothing.“

But Nathan never knows when to leave well alone. "Bollocks, it's nothing. Where did you just go off to?" 

…Is it love?

"I…"

No, no, no. 

Her. 

"Nathan, I—"

M E R C U R Y

And Gabriel is gone, fucked up, spiralling dangerously in a way he's managed to avoid for the longest time. 

Bony fingers—too big, too knowing—sliding up the warmth of his inside thighs, to get inside of him, to tug on his will, his shame, his goodness, latching onto his very sense of self.

She'd whisper, so loudly, "Let me in, my dove. Let me in and I will give you the whole world, my sweet, sweet boy. All you could ever want and need or know or be. All for you. All for me." 

He never knew why she bothered to ask.

And he fought, tooth and nail, that dove. Every time. He pushed and kicked and scratched and flapped his little wings. Didn't matter though. None of it did. She could take whatever she wanted. All of it. All of him. Always. And she did. She took everything from that frightened little bird, that little boy, until he had no fight left in him. Would just lay back and let it happen. The Witch Mercury: his teacher; his pseudo-mother; his lover. She took away his blonde curls and his deserved innocence and left him as bitter and cold as the driven snow.

Forever Winter. 

"Gabriel?"

You. Are. Mine.

…almost. 

Gabriel notes vaguely that Nathan's hands are no longer gripping the tops of his arms but have found their way to holding his face—no longer a mask or even a face, really, but something else. His features, ruptured now, Gabriel is a great big hole ripped right open. A gaping rift with all of his pain and guilt and humiliation spilling right out, gushing, brimming, overflowing and threatening to drown him.

He can't breathe.

"Gabriel, tell me what's happening!" 

Thumbs are swiping furiously at the thawing ice that's melting from the corners of Gabriel's sad eyes.

He's crying. Having a panic attack. 

Nathan is panic-stricken, too. 

Nathan. 

Nathan!

Not an anchor, but a lifeline. 

"Kiss me." Gabriel—even with no breath in his lungs—almost shouts it, fists now balling up and white-knuckled in Nathan's shirt. 

Nathan finches like he wasn't actually expecting a response. "What? No! Tell me what's wrong!" 

"Nathan, please. Please!" and now he is shouting. 

Maybe it's the begging itself or maybe it's just the way Gabriel's voice has a hundred hairline cracks in it, like more thawing ice, but Nathan, he seems to hear it. Somehow through the haze of Gabriel's hysteria and self-hatred Nathan hears exactly what this broken boy needs.

The role-reversal. The control.

Gabriel needs to be needed. To be something good. 

Angèlique. 

"Kiss me."

So The Bastard Son kisses the Ruined Alchemist in a way neither have ever kissed another, and it's its own magic spell. A counterspell; one to break Mercury's wrong-doing. A conjuring to set Gabriel free and he's there, he's so there, all in, in deep, deeply in love, and the Devil himself couldn't stop this now— 

But Annalise can.

They're all but devouring each other when she walks into the room and stops dead, mouth open in a quiet gasp. So, so, quiet. But Gabriel, he hears it. And it's deafening.

Gabriel is every single Evil he's been trying to run from his entire fucking life. If he's ruined this… If he… it's not even as if he and Nathan have been trying to hide this, the thing that has gripped them both, this thing that's binding them, it's just… 

It's just—

"Annalise, we—" Nathan begins, but Annalise ends it in one word. 

"Us." She corrects. 

And that word. That one, small word is unbelievably—incredibly, amazingly—all it takes. 

Then they are magnets, he and Nathan, their combined energies pulling Annalise into them. Or she is the magnet. Or they all are? It's not important, Gabriel realises, because there's only one thing that matters now. 

Us. 

Annalise O'Brien and Nathan Byrn—Gabriel's family—are here, bracing him and embracing him with all of themselves. With all of their selfless love.

Annalise, with her boldness and insecurities and raw beauty and stubbornness and fierce grace, climbs up onto the bed and takes residence, curling into Gabriel's other side. A mirror to Nathan. 

And they're healing him.  

Nathan takes one of Anna's hands and links their fingers, squeezing. So sure. Smiling. Alive. 

Annalise smiles back and leans forwards to kiss him, also sure. All warmth and sugar and spice. 

Jesus, they are everything.

Us. 

Then they're both laying Gabriel down with their hands and eyes, loving him better. Better than he is, better than he deserves.

Nathan can surely read minds. "Stop thinking you don't deserve this," he says and smiles, le soleil du matin—the morning sun.

Us.  

Annalise, la lune dans le ciel nocturne—the moon in the night sky, hums, "Silly goose," at Gabriel, then she and Nathan are kissing each other again.

Then they're kissing Gabriel, on his arms and his chest and his neck and his chin and his cheeks and his mouth and Gabriel can finally breathe. 

"Us," he agrees, his tears drying up. 

And laying in a bed in a hostel somewhere in Berlin with a boy and a girl who both love him, Gabriel Boutin—guardian angel, Angélique or not—is saved.

(a nabrielise WIP—pls let me know in the comments if you'd like adding to the finished work's taglist!)

[vulpixhoney]

I'm definitely just yelling into the void but I'm sharing my Luke Castellan playlist (again) and analyzing some of my songs choices because I have. brain worms. about these books. so character study with music

I have like 8+ hours of song in this playlist bc I've been adding to it for years so here are some highlights I'm thinking about rn

1. would've could've should've - Taylor Swift

but like. it's for him and Kronos you know. "And I damn sure never would've danced with the devil. At nineteen" literally dancing with the devil at 19. Kronos has been manipulating Luke since he was 17, taking his anger at the gods and twisting it into something that Kronos could use and abuse. And I think (imo) that even before TLO when Luke sacrifices himself he starts to regret joining Kronos but is so far in it now he can't turn back. Like he was a kid, he was seventeen. And even after that he's still young. He dies at 23/24, I'm 23 right now and I can't imagine getting literally possessed and having to kill yourself bc you got manipulated at a young age and made terrible choices. also "If you never touched me, I would’ve. Gone along with the righteous" if Kronos didn't reach out to him and one of his worst moments this wouldn't have happened. Yes Luke was angry and vengeful and burning with rage for the gods but he wouldn't have gotten that far without Kronos

2. sanity - paramore

him and his descent/fall from grace, but also his relationship with Hermes and the rest of the gods. "If I fall on my knees, I hear you laughing. If I call out your name, you don't come" taking this for his relationship with the gods/Hermes: the first line is like, when he fails his quest and has to go confront them and feels like they're looking at him with pity. And they gave him a nothing quest too, it was something that had already been done by Heracles, he's being given this quest just for the sake of quest-giving, it's nothing. And then he fails, and feels like he's being mocked, mocked by the people he just wants to notice him. And then the second line shows how absent the gods are in their children's lives. When Luke confronts Hermes at 14/15 when on the run he gets mad because he would pray and call for Hermes to help him during his mom's episodes. He was a little boy calling out for help, for the something the gods caused. And it was crickets. Hermes never came, never showed, never helped him. He was just left there alone. And then also at camp, Luke was counselor of the Hermes cabin, where all the unclaimed children are shoved, to be forgotten about by the gods. "No one home, but the void is loud.Echoes around my empty house... This must be the void they always talk about" honestly I see this when he's possessed by Kronos. Like he has another being inside him, taking over, piloting his body over him. His consciousness was obviously still there bc Annabeth and Percy were able to help him break free and stop Kronos. So what was he doing, could he feel anything? Could he feel everything and not be able to do anything? It must have been terrifying, and again he would've only been like maybe 22? when Kronos possessed him

3. sidewalk chalk - Annalise Emerick

this one for me is like quintessential my feeling about Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth. In the song she sings about a childhood friend she no longer talks too but thinks about often thinks about and wishes well. I see this mostly with like Annabeth. "I'm living my dreams right now The ones we used to talk about" She grew up with him, and is now going to continue growing up without him. She probably blabbed about her dreams of being an architect the way that kids always do, and now she's the architect of Olympus and is doing really well for herself. And probably thinks back to when she was a kid with Luke and Thalia.

4. I don't like my mind - mitski

I think that his anger at the gods was driving him mad, but Kronos' influence really pushed over the edge. Also going back to before, his living in his body that another being has control over, "Inside the walls of my skull waiting for its turn to talk". Ethan tells Percy that he thinks Luke is still in there, fighting back, trying to regain control over his body and his mind. And since he definitely was, he was probably in there spiraling about how he got to that point and all that he'd done and who'd hr become. Because once Annabeth helps him break through he is obviously regretful and wants to atone. "so please don’t take, Take this job from me" job/life. but also, him working for Kronos at that point was all he had. Literally. His job for Kronos was his lite He had given everything up at that point, and Kronos would routinely threaten Luke if/when he fails. Punishing Luke with nightmares and then forcing Luke to take him as a host bc he failed during the Atlas plan.

rapid fire songs I put in the playlist that I think about a lot:

eat your young - Hozier (obviously. I mean the gods ya know)

day after tomorrow - Phoebe bridgers (he's a soldier)

save me - Noah kahan (even after everything he's done Annabeth still tries to save him)

used to be young - Miley Cyrus (he was seventeen)

bad believer - st. Vincent (he's blasphemous what can I say)

[rosecoloreddesire]

My Devil In Disguise (Elvis)

To The Ends Of The Earth; Chapter 1

Austin!Elvis x OC, Elvis x OC

Summary: Annalise Snow is a girl that Hank Snow raised to be a good all American girl that all the other girls would want to be. Well when a boy that comes from the same Memphis Annalise missed...it turns out she's a little more wild then she thought. Will she travel to the ends of the Earth with a boy she just met? Or will she be left in the dust?

Warnings: swearing, yelling, mentions of sex in later chapters, dark undertones possibly, Colonel Tom Parker. 

Note: This is my first time writing anything on Tumblr and I’m super nervous! (I used to write on Wattpad all the time when I was like 12) Please let me know if you have an advice for a newbie! Thanks and I hope you enjoy! 

Read Chapter 2 here!

Read Chapter 3 here!

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Annalise stood there in awe. Her body was rigid and firm as the man danced on the stage in front of her. Her father was trying to pull her back from the mesmerizing hip thrusts of the young man in front of her. Annalise finally rips herself away as the girls in the audience screamed at this fella dressed in pink and strummin' that guitar like it was nothin'. Her father finally got her to her senses as he gripped her shoulders harshly. The sound of the guitar rattlin' her brain a little.

"Annalise Petunia Snow! I told you to stay with your brother backstage!" Her skin begins to flush as she realizes she's been enraptured by the young man on stage. She bows her head and starts to retreat back to her brother's side but not before looking back one more time. The pink clad singer turns to the side as he wiggles his legs and really his whole body. As Annalise's eyes scanned his figure their eyes meet and a teasing wink from him is all it takes for her to whip around right to her brother.

"Hey," Jimmie chuckles, "you're just as bad as all those other crazy cats out there. What's gotten into you, Anna?" Annalise fumbles with the words in her brain as she can still hear the raven haired wonder's voice ring through the air. She really couldn't say. Sure there had been boys that offered her a milkshake or a ride to the drive ins but no man every made her feel such 'searing desire. Her skin still felt flushed with shame from when her father gripped her back into reality.

"I-I really don't know, Jimmie. He's just somethin' never heard of before. Somethin' raw, you know?" Jimmie rolled his eyes, chortling. Annalise rubbed her clammy hands on her dress finally realizing that the dress she was wearing was the one her best friend lent her. Penelope Parker...she was gonna have a talking to soon enough. The dress was baby blue going down to just above her mid-knee but was it TIGHT to her curves. The straps laid gently on her shoulders and slipped constantly. She felt it flow against her as she felt herself dancing WITH Elvis earlier. As she went to fix her strap a large hand covered her shoulder placing the strap gently on her skin.  She looked up and that searing desire laid rampant in her body once again.

"There ya are, Darlin'. You're warm," His lips were close to the shell of her ear as he spoke," Blue is one my favorite colors." He pulled away and it felt like whatever warmth she had was sucked out of her as he walked away guitar in hand. Meanwhile Penelope was waving frantically.

"ANNALISE PETUNIA SNOW! Did that Elvis Presley fella just touch you? AND whisper in your ear?!" Her hand went to her head as she sighed feigning a swoon. Annalise crossed her arms and pushed Penelope slightly.

"Penelope Suanne Parker! When in the Lord's name did you walk away from me earlier?! My daddy found me droolin' all over that boy from Memphis!" Penelope's snorting laughter ensued. Annalise could just bury herself now so her daddy wouldn't have to. Pen placed her hand on Anna's shoulder.

"I think I've helped you, Doll. So don't go flippin' your lid at me, girl." Pen scoffed. She twirled Annalise around and giggled.

"This isn't funny, Pen! My daddy's gonna keep me locked up for years to come because of this! I'll never be able to leave my motel room because of this!" Annalise rubbed her hands over her face in embarrassment.

"Come on, Anna. Cheer up and let's go back to your room tonight. We can have a sleepover like old times!" She cried out pulling Annalise's arm towards her. Annalise nodded and followed her along but not without seeing the 'Presley' boy from earlier. He seemed to be waiting for his mama to finish her panicked speech about the girls from earlier. Anna felt like her body had been frozen in place. His black hair bobbed along as he nodded his head at her. His head turned for a second and their eyes met. The spark of forbidden electricity struck her to her very core. Anna didn't know what possessed her to even walk over to the Presleys but here she was.

"Hello? Mrs. Presley," Annalise smiled warmly at the beyond stressed woman," I'm Hank Snow's daughter and I wanted to apologize for the behavior of the crowd. I've been doin' this forever and-" Mrs. Presley cuts her off with a chuckle.

"Thank you, Miss Snow. I'm glad to know some of the girls in the crowd tonight had their heads screwed on a little bit straight for my bewbie." Her eyes twinkled while she looked at her son.  Though it seemed Elvis couldn't take his eyes off of Anna.

"If you want to look for any compensation for the jacket I can surely pay you-" She's once again cut off but this time by the Presley boy.

"How about you just come with me, dolly? I'd need some advice from a Snow that's been in this business awhile?" Annalise nodded and gave Elvis the number of the telephone in the motel room.

"Y'all get home safe now! I'll see you soon, Mister Presley!"

"It's Elvis, Darlin'!" She nodded and waved them off turning around to a bewildered Penelope.

"You sly fox you! Look at you go, missy!"

"Oh hush, Pen! Didn't you say earlier this morning he's nineteen? Daddy would kill both of us!"

"Older boys always have the most money is what my daddy says!"

"Yeah, well your daddy's a little off his rocker. I don't think I'll be takin' his advice anytime soon."

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"Daddy! Stop! You get to perform in all these conditions it's only fair Mister Presley gets to as well!" Annalise gripped her father's arm harshly trying to pull him away from Mr. Parker.

"Why don't you tell her what you just said....Colonel..." Hank turns to his son who is still looking a bit bewildered himself. Annalise lets go of her father's arm and looks at her best friend's father. Her blood pumping through her ears.

"I want you to come with me and Elvis on the road. I'm dropping your daddy however in the process. It's not personal, Miss Snow." Annalise's eyes widen in shock. How could Mr. Parker do that to her father after all they've been through? Had her daddy finally hit rock bottom?

"M-Mr. Parker, why would you need me to come along?"

"Mister Presley told me he needed a back up singer. A young eye. A yo-" Tom is interrupted by Hank groaning.

"That damn beatnik wants to take you to be his greaser bitch! HE ain't takin' MY little angel!" Annalise is grappled into her father's arms while she stands there in shock yet. Jimmie pats his father on the back.

"This is a decision up to Anna, daddy. You gotta let her speak." Jimmie expresses calmly. Hank lets the shaking red head go. She meets Mr. Parker's awaiting eyes. The words seem to bubble in her throat as tears fill here eyes. She makes a run for the carnival to find her best friend. How could her father say that about Elvis? How dare Tom Parker make her a pawn in a game against her own father?

"Where ya goin', Doll? You still haven't come with me to the shops? I thought you were flackin' on me." The large hand on her shoulder drives through goosebumps all over her skin.  His blue eyes shifted from playful to concern within seconds. She gasped and wiped her face abruptly.

"Hey, Mister Presley. I-I didn't mean to bump into you so soon. Um, I uh heard about the offer from, Mr. Parker."

"Darlin' I told you to call me Elvis. You make me feel old when you say it like that. What do you think? I'd hate to leave you under the shine of your family. You've gotta spread those wings, baby." Annalise feels heat rush to her cheeks at the name.

"Mister Presley, I don't think I can. You don't know what my daddy would do if I did."

"Well how about you talk to your mama? You told me she was like your best friend. I really would like to have my best girl by my side." The thoughts racing through Annalise's head were sinful and filthy. Who the hell was this man and how did he take her innocence in his stride? There were so many girls throwing themselves at Elvis every performance.  How could she keep up with that?

"I-I will. Can I give you an answer in the mornin'?" Elvis smiles and takes her arm in his.

"Of course, Doll. Now I'm gonna walk you back to your room in case Colonel tries to stop you again." She smiles right back. Her skin felt alight with new found energy. She was dumbfounded by how good just standing next to him felt. They get to the door of her motel room with no interruption. She lets out a sigh of relief she didn't know she was holdin' in.

"Thanks, Mister Presley. I'll call my mama right now. This is all doin' my head in tight now. I've never disobeyed him....ever." She sighed while she unlinked her arm, from his. Elvis pursed his lips and shrugged.

"I wish it was easier, Darlin'. I just have to have you with me for the ride. And just think about it, you'll have Penelope too!" Annalise had never thought about it like that before . She could have the life she always wanted. Maybe if she followed Elvis to end of the Earth she'd be free from her daddy's conservative grasp. Elvis took her hand in his, pressing his lips to it gently. Her skin felt hot to the touch.

"YOU DAMN GREASER! Get your god damn disgusting paws off my daughter! Annalise get your ass over here now ore I'm sending you home!" Her father was seething as Jimmie held him back. Annalise grabbed Elvis' hand and took a deep breath.

"Ain't that the bite, daddy! I'm tellin' mama I'm goin' with Mister Presley to the ends of the Earth! Forget you, wet rag!" She blew her hair out of her face and pulled Elvis into her room. She locks it with baited breath. She turns to see Elvis' shocked face. Pounding stuns them both as she shrieks. Elvis wraps his arms around her with his hand cradling her head as hot tears decorated his shoulder.

"It's alright, Mama. I've gotcha. Nothin’s gonna happen with me here. Hush, baby. Don't bash ears, baby." His warmth engulfed her as her world shattered to pieces. She really went against her father for a boy she saw wigglin' on a stage. After the pounding had stopped she dialed her mother's number back home.

"H-Hello, Momma. D-daddy already called? Mhm," She hiccupped her words as Elvis rubbed her back softly, "I'm gonna stay with Mister Presley's family. Mhm, I tell 'em thank ya. Daddy's gonna be mad when he gets back. I won't apologize. I love you too momma. Good night." She placed the phone down gently.

"Lemme call my folks quick, okay? If anything I'll sleep on the floor of my bedroom." He sends a wink her way and she feels smaller than before. This boy was about to open his home to her and he didn't even know her that well.

"Mister Presley, I don’t-“ He places a finger to his lips as he calls his mama.

"Hey Mama. I missed you too. Hey I know. I'm safe. Well this isn't my room. You know Hank Snow's daughter," He smiles and grabs Annalise's hand," Yes the sweet little thing from Memphis. She needs somewhere to stay for a bit so- you would! Thanks mama! I love you more. Goodnight, Mama." He turns to Annalise and hugs her close.

"I-I'm gonna be free from this Carnival , Mister Presley. I-I've never left Daddy and Jimmie." Elvis took her hand in his, bringing it to his lips.

"We're in good hands Darlin'. We're gonna change the world. To the ends of the Earth always, right? I'm going to go find, Colonel. Let him know I'll be drivin' ya around tomorrow." Anna nodded and smiled. Watching him leave from the window in the motel room.

"What the hell am I doin'? I must be smitten'." Annaliese Falls into her bed and sighs. God, how could she have done any of that? She's never seen her daddy that mad in her life. She hoped he wouldn't come to say goodbye as she left with Elvis.

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"I can't believe this is how I meet your parents...My daddy throwin' me out like trash." Elvis huffed and opened the door of his work truck for her to hop in. Elvis had a tense conversation with her father when he left the room in the mornin'. She heard a lot of swear words and Elvis threatenin' to give her daddy a knuckle sandwich if he tried to take her from Elvis while he packed his truck.

"You know they already love ya, Annalise. They're the ones that wanted you to sing my song on stage the other day! They heard you sing Amazing Grace with your father and thought you were a blessin'." She chuckles at the statement. He looks at his hair in the mirror.

"My daddy would not have taken to kindly that. He already thought me learning guitar when I was ten was witchcraft because it was for boys. Only I could sing. Jimmie would teach me anyway when daddy was out recording his songs!"

"Well your daddy has been wrong about a lot of things so far, Darlin'. So far we're winnin' this game." Elvis' truck revs to life and she watched as the carnival got smaller from her view. Jimmie had at least given her a hug and cried a bit before lettin' her go. Saying something about giving Mister Presley his blessing, whatever that meant. Seeing her daddy watch ominously off the balcony while she stared at him through the review mirror of Elvis' truck had her feeling somewhat prideful. That man controlled her life in the spotlight since she was born. At least her Mama was proud of her.

"Little Miss Snow! It is so nice to meet you, sweet pea! We were so excited. I baked too many sweets! Come on in." Gladys trails Anna through the house while Elvis stands holding her bags. The car ride was peaceful but now Anna felt like she was going to melt of nervousness.

"I haven't seen her this happy about a girl you brought home since you left Dixie." His daddy spoke. Elvis sulked and pushed his father's shoulder a bit.

"That's not funny, daddy. Annalise is a guest she ain't my girl."

"Yet, Elvis. Not yet." He smirks and pats Elvis on the back while they enter the house.

"Mrs. Presley. This is the best banana bread I've ever had! How did y'all know it was my favorite?" Gladys smiled and placed an arm around her shoulders.

"My mama just has this sense. The sweet sense." He chuckles placing her bags on the ground.

"Well maybe we can make some together later, Annalise! That would be a time! I've even got an extra apron!" She swung a light blue and pink apron around like ballgowns. Gladys seemed to really enjoy her company just like Elvis had been hoping.

"I'm gonna show her my room. Our room. Nah, not like that. I'm gonna show her where she's gonna be at." Elvis stumbled and fumbled his words. The giggle that emanated through the room was enough to make Elvis swoon. She followed after still eating her banana bread piece.

"I don't mind sleeping in the same bed." Elvis whipped his head around. His eyes seemed panicked as Annalise laughed.

"Can you not kill a boy tryin' to be a gentleman 'cause you are makin' it hard, Doll." His words came out breathy and Annalise covered her mouth to stifle her giggles.

"Hey, you ever hear of Beale Street," Elvis once again stood slack in surprise," my daddy got lost once there. It was so funny to see his face as I ran out of the car. I made a couple friends since we got stranded for a couple days there before I had become Hank Snow's Conservative Lass. I really miss ‘em." She stared out Elvis' window and sighed heavily.

"You? And Beale Street? Doll," his breath was shakier than before," you are my dream come true. I'll take you tomorrow since we've got some time before we go. It's just as amazin' as you remember." Annalise grins from ear to ear, throwing her arms around Elvis.

"I've always tried to sneak out to go see it! Daddy always caught me! I could see Club Handy up close, Mister Presley!!" He took her hands in his and smiled.

"I'll take you anywhere, Annalise. To the ends of the Earth if I had to." His hand caressed the side of her cheek. That feeling of searing hot desire filled Annalise's veins. She knew they were getting a little too close since her daddy disowning her so fast but she couldn't stop herself. She had to taste the forbidden fruit once and for all. Their lips seemed to gravitate towards one another. Her first kiss was about to be with a greaser...that almost punched her daddy's lights out. She could just die happily.

"Mister Presley, I really want t-"

"Elvis! Come here please! You said earlier we needed to talk, booby!" Gladys' voice interrupted whatever magnetic pull was between the two. The two stared at each other incredulous. Annalise nodded and turned to Elvis' bed while he closed the door.

"Annalise Petunia Snow. Elvis Presley ain't bein' this nice for fun. What are we doin'?" She took out a couple dresses and laid them flat on the bed. She thought to herself however, bein' Elvis' girl sounded like a dream come true. The ends of the Earth could never compare. And in Elvis' mind the Rock of Eternity was a long ways behind havin' Annalise for life.

[the-royals-ts4]

Cleo!

12, 18, and 31 please! ☺️

Hello Sarah!!!

12) do you actually play the game or do you just use it as a storytelling medium?

Well actually yes and no! It honestly depends if I have time to play. If I haven't taken all the needed screenshots, then yeah! I also really like to play around with different outfits in CAS!

18) choose a song that reminds you of your story

There are so many and so songs came to my mind (most of them are here), but if I had to choose 1, it would be Arcade by Duncan Laurence

31) drop some random trivia about your story

Here are some very random facts hehe

Ben’s full name is Benjamin Alexander Holliday and Amidala’s is…long.

Hers is Amidala Briar Rose Morgana Emelie Annalise Elizabeth (Annalise Elizabeth was her grandmothers name) Isabella Yael Portman Christensen.

- Ben is 213cm/7’0” and Amidala is 165/5’5”. I would make Ben a lot taller using the height mod (even though he is already at the 2nd tallest height) and Amidala shorter (she’s at normal height) but it would make the couple poses look weird.

- Ben is the youngest General in the Union’s army

- Amidala started working part time with the Union at 12 by choice. No one forced her and all she wanted to do was help people.

- Ben used to be in a swim squad, basketball team and his high school and university’s varsity football team. He loves sports a lot.

- Amidala plays the piano and violin

- she also does ballet, jazz, contemporary and lyrical. When she was younger she used to do Latin and Tap. She mostly focuses on ballet but she doesn’t really have time for it now because of the Union.

- Ben plays the guitar and sings

- they have a 3 year age gap

- When Ami misses Ben, she wears his sweater.

- When Nathan (Ben's dad) and Hayden are together, they act like 15 year olds. They can be very immature sometimes.

- Natalie is Vegan

- Noah is allergic to nuts

- Vega is allergic to stone fruits

- The Termés family opened a charity called "The Alma Christensen Chairty" after Alma.

- If Ben and Ames actually received a title, they would have become "The Duke and Duchess of Dara" (you might recognise this title from here )

- All of the Coutures are Lactose intolerant

- Clem is 22, Adela is 17 and the triplets are 12

- Timothy is obsessed with painting. He loves hanging out with his girlfriend, Hana (who belongs to @/bridgeportbritt <3)

- Clementine wrote a bunch of fanfics about her fave book

- Adela is really into photography

- They all speak with a french accent, except Adela and Clem who are studying in Stralia.

- Adela HATES Noah because of the rumours that she heard about him.

- Matty and Marisabel used to be close with Amidala and Ben, until Hayden told Ames to stay away from them because they had children very early on.

- Queen Emelie is the daughter of the late princess royal of Stralia.

- Queen Emelie and King Caspian are both cousins of Queen Natalie on different sides.

- Queen Emelie and King Caspian are 56, though they don't look it.

- William is a bit of a party boy. He stays out really late and sometimes doesn't come home.

- William is 21, Elliana is 17 and Ray is 16.

- Prince Elliot, King Caspians little brother, can touch his elbow using his tongue. He can also touch his nose with his tongue.

thats enough for today hehe. I'll probably have more for you next time.

Thank you for the ask!