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zablife · 1 year ago

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As Long As I Live (Part 2)

Tommy Shelby & Amelia Holland (OC) x Bonnie Gold

Summary: Amelia introduces herself to Tommy and gets acquainted with the Shelby clan, plus one of Tommy's men whom she has particular feelings about.

Author's Note: Requested by the lovely @kpopgirlbtssvt. This has taken some time for me to finish, but it's completed now and will be released once a week until we reach the end. There are 4 parts total.

Warnings: language, mention of pregnancy, mention of a weapon

Part 1

Tommy’s reverie was broken by the sound of boots thudding down the carpeted hallway. His hand hovered over the handle of his pistol as the door swung open, but he quickly released his grip as he took in the sight of a girl, no more than sixteen, standing at the threshold, muddied from riding and cheeks chapped from the cold.

A maid stood behind her out of breath with a ready apology. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Shelby, she ran past and I couldn’t stop her!”

“It’s alright, Clara,” Tommy replied. “Come,” he said with a wave toward the girl, removing his glasses and setting them beside his typewriter.

She hesitated only a moment as she studied him, then as if her mind was made up, dropped the bag she carried and paced toward him purposefully. He sighed heavily, knowing the reproachful look on her brow and the weight which caused her shoulders to slope. The question on her lips would be one he’d heard before, but he would allowed it to be asked just the same.

“Are you Thomas Shelby?” she began searching his steely blue eyes for a semblance of recognition.

“I am,” Tommy said with a nod though nothing in his affirmation was welcoming. His face remained impassive and his arms crossed at his chest defensively.

Amelia gulped, feeling his stare piercing through her and nearly lost her courage, but quickly regained it as curiosity got the better of her. “Then I believe you’re my father,” she informed him, not wasting any time revealing the reason she stood before him. She had a feeling he was a man who appreciated brevity.

“I see,” Tommy said simply, searching his desk for his cigarettes and lighter. Amelia furrowed her brow in confusion as she watched him take his time selecting a cigarette and rubbing it across his bottom lip carefully. “Have a seat. Tell me about yourself and how you came here,” he offered as he lit it and took a long drag. Rounding the corner of his desk, he leaned against the corner, watching the smoke rise to the ceiling as she spoke.

Amelia stood a little straighter, collecting herself to explain in the most direct way possible, but found it difficult to keep emotion out of her voice when mentioning her mother. “My name’s Amelia…There’s not much to tell really. Mum didn’t have much, but she raised me with kindness and love. She said you died in the war so I never thought to look for you until my aunt told me you were alive. I came because she didn’t want me anymore, but…I also wanted to meet you very much,” she confessed, surprising herself when she added the last part.

Tommy only nodded thoughtfully, exhaling smoke slowly as he responded in a flat, even voice that contrasted starkly to Amelia’s testament. “I’m a wealthy businessman and a member of Parliament, love. I get these kinds of visits more times a month than you can possibly imagine. Poor girls like you who tell me I left their mother to raise a child alone in the worst circumstances. I should write them all down and make another fortune in penny dreadfuls,” he said with a humorless laugh.

Amelia felt her blood turn to ice as she listened to his callous words. Her jaw tensed involuntarily and she found herself striking back before she had time to think. “I didn’t come here for your money, Mr. Shelby. I came to find my father,” she said, voice shaking with emotion. “You don’t want to admit it? That’s fine because I would never claim a heartless bastard like you either,” voice raised to match her growing temper as she stood face to face with the man who had chosen cruelty over compassion.

For the first time, Tommy’s eyes fell upon her and the necklace that hung around her neck. His fingers reached for the sapphire and he blinked quickly at the sudden recognition of the gem. “This…this necklace. Where did you get it?” he asked feeling momentarily unbalanced.

Amelia pushed him away, shaking her head in fury, “I didn’t steal it, if that’s what you're asking!”

Tommy’s entire disposition changed in that moment as he was transported back to 1914. He remembered the dappled sunshine of the hazel tree and afternoons spent in the arms of a girl with raven hair as his fingers grasped the air in front of him. “I gave that to a girl before France as a promise. When I returned her family wouldn’t tell me where she’d gone,” he said quietly, more to himself than Amelia as the memories resurfaced. Some members of her camp swore they’d seen his girl, Izzy, with a swollen stomach soon after his departure, but it was a rumor he’d chosen to forget in his heartbreak.

He looked at Amelia now, studying her carefully. “What was your mother’s name?” he asked, squinting at her.

“Isidora Holland,” she replied hesitantly, concerned by the sudden change in his mood. “I-I think I’ve made a mistake in coming here,” Amelia replied, rushing to the door to retrieve her bag.

As the fog cleared from Tommy’s brain, he called out “Amelia, wait! Where will you go?”

Amelia fumbled with her bag, shifting her weight as she replied, “I’ll find a place to make camp. Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself.”

“I’m sure you can, but let me offer a room as an apology for my remarks…please,” Tommy pleaded. If this was his daughter standing before him he didn’t want them to part this way.

Amelia stared past Tommy and out the large window watching the rain begin to fall in menacing torrents, an inhospitable gloom descending over the house. The crackling fire in the office beckoned to her and she was practically salivating at the smell of something delicious coming from the hall. She told herself she was staying for the comforts provided and not the apology of a man she barely knew or trusted, but a small spark inside her wanted to believe in the love story she'd briefly glimpsed.

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Lizzie took the whisky glass from Tommy’s hands and placed it on the table as he took a seat on the bed. “You’re certain, Tom?” she asked.

Still in disbelief himself, he spoke quietly, “she has the necklace, Lizzie.” She hummed, knowing all too well what it meant. In their early days of acquaintance, when he’d sought her body for pleasure and comfort, he’d confided about his lost love. When the opium and whisky hadn’t dulled enough of the pain, he talked and hated himself for sounding too like Arthur.

Lizzie came to stand over her husband and placed her hands on either side of his face, rubbing her thumbs against his hollowed cheeks in soothing circles. He tilted his head up to look at her, searching her eyes for a hint of anger or jealousy. He found none, only compassion for the young girl who had appeared on their doorstep.

“If it’s true what she says about her aunt throwing her out, we can’t turn her away. She has a home here with us,” she assured him.

Further down the corridor, Amelia wasn’t settling into the idea quite so easily. Running her hand across the beautiful oak dresser in the room adjacent to the nursery, she found a row of gilt frames with family photographs. The first to catch her eye was of Tommy and his wife with their two children, a boy and a girl, a perfect little family. The next was of Tommy smiling for the camera, pride evident in his face, as his son looked up at him in wonderment. Her fingers caressed the glass feeling like an intruder.

As she wandered into the empty nursery and found the children’s teddy bear, tea set and carved, wooden horses, she wondered what she had disturbed when she arrived today. Holding a soft baby blanket to her cheek she ached to be close to her mother again and feel comforted by her. There were so many thoughts and questions swirling in her mind about why her mother's family had kept her mother and father apart and what kind of person her father really was. She knew now she wanted to stay long enough to find out.

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Amelia awoke just before dawn, leaving the house to stroll the grounds in the soft pink haze of the morning light. Listening for the sound of the horses, she ambled slowly toward the stables to visit them in hopes of finding solace there. It was a habit she’d had since she was small and it never failed to quiet her mind and slow her racing pulse when she felt anxious about something.

However, this morning she found she was not alone. As she approached the first stall she startled at the sight of someone beside her horse, the man's white shirt billowing in the wind to reveal a gun tucked into the waistband of his trousers. “Mornin’,” the young man with ruddy cheeks and an easy smile greeted her.

“Who are you and what are you doing out here?” Amelia asked a bit more defensively than she intended.

“Could ask the same of you,” he said with a chuckle, going back to his work.

“I’m here to tend to my horse,” Amelia stated.

“And I'm already doing it, so you might say thank you,” he retorted.

“Didn’t ask for your help,” she mumbled, still trying to decide why a stable hand would need a gun.

Making his way out of the stall, the young man cocked his head at her as he wiped his hands on his trousers. “Are you always so bad tempered in the mornin' lass?” he asked. “Look like you’re ready for a fight!” he said, punching the air quickly before dissolving into laughter.

Amelia was thoroughly irritated with him now, shoving him aside to get to her horse.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Bonnie took a deep breath and leaned against the door. “Don't be like that. I was just having a laugh. My name’s Bonnie. What’s yours?”

Amelia eyed him suspiciously as she ran a hand down her horse’s neck. “Amelia,” she eventually replied, turning her attention back to the animal and pressing her forehead against the soft fur of its nose, hoping the boy would go away.

“I heard about you from the lads on watch last night. They say you’re Tommy Shelby’s long lost daughter. Are ya?” he asked.

Turning to look him in the eye Amelia scowled. “Who did you say you were?”

“Bonnie. Bonnie Gold,” he said with a grin, his hazel eyes catching the early morning rays and shimmering back at her with little flecks of golden light.

Amelia took a step toward him, recognizing the name. “You were the ones thrown out of the fair last year,” she recalled. Bonnie looked wounded, face falling as she continued with her indictment. “You and your kin are nothing but a bunch of thieves and swindlers. Everyone says your da rigged them fights,” she accused, raising her eyebrows in challenge.

Bonnie’s chest puffed out at the insinuation he’d cheated, stepping closer to her as he asserted, “I could fight a fucking tree and knock it out. Never had to pay anyone to take a fall.”

“If you're so tough, how come you carry a gun everywhere, even to a stable with only little ponies?” she taunted, face inches from his. “What are you scared of Bonnie boy?”

“Oi! What’s going on?” Tommy’s voice boomed from the doorway.

“Mr. Shelby,” Bonnie said in surprise, jumping back from Amelia. “I was just finishing up.”

“Get on with it then, eh?” Tommy said with a jerk of his chin.

“Yes, sir,” he replied, picking up a pitch fork and stalking off.

“Amelia, what was that about?” Tommy asked, noticing the flush in her cheeks.

“Just getting to know your employees,” she lied, turning back to her horse quickly.

“And?” Tommy said, shoving his hands into his pockets and rocking back onto his heels as he awaited an answer. He sensed there was more she wanted to say, but was holding back.

Amelia looked in the direction Bonnie had gone, biting the inside of her cheek. “You should know his family’s got a bad reputation in our community,” she warned.

Tommy huffed out a little laugh. “You should know better than to believe rumors.”

“What does he do for you anyway?” Amelia asked, feeling bold and seizing her moment to ask indirectly what Tommy’s business actually entailed.

“Oh…a bit of everything, but you might be glad to know he isn’t at Arrow House most days,” Tommy assured her.

“Why is that?” Amelia ventured yet another query, studying Tommy to see if he would continue to humor her.

He took a deep breath, eyeing her carefully before continuing, and she knew this would be the final explanation for the morning. “He’s in training at a boxing gym in Small Heath. Bonnie is a gifted athlete and Arthur manages his fights," he explained, taking a step toward the door. Then in a loud clear voice he proclaimed, "Now, if I’ve satisfied your questions, Frances has made us some breakfast." He rubbed his hands together to ward off the cold before stating, “Join me." It was a statement rather than a request and he instantly began walking toward the house at a rather fast pace.

“Wait!” Amelia called after him, running to catch up. “I’d like to take care of my own horse if it’s all the same to you,” she requested.

Tommy stopped to look at her, seeing the note of concern in her eyes, he agreed. “Alright, but you should know Bonnie’s a good lad.” Amelia nodded, though she wasn’t ready to believe it just yet.

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From then on Amelia took up her rightful place in the family as though no time had passed. She played with Charlie and Ruby, teaching them games she learned as a small child. Her fierce protectiveness over them developed naturally, supervising them when she took them for walks by the river or led them around the stables on the horses. Naturally, they adored her and her kind smile which they saw more of as she settled into Arrow House.

Lizzie enjoyed her company as well. It was a comfort to her, having someone in the house who was able to calm Tommy when he came dangerously close to working himself to death. Amelia brought him out of the office and into the dining room when the maids failed to garner his attention. On those occasions, the whole family was regaled by her tales of travel. Tommy and Lizzie were most eager to hear about the years they’d spent apart, but they never pressed her for more information than she was willing to share.

Many times after dinner as Lizzie and the maids readied the younger children for bed, Tommy had a few moments alone with Amelia to discuss any questions she had for him. He was open and honest with her in a way he had difficulty with in the past. He wanted her to know him, feeling guilty for having been absent for so long. Amelia responded to this bonding exercise, constantly keeping Tommy on his toes with her multitude of questions about his ambitions. At times he wondered if he should be so frank with her, but her maturity made it easy to explain.

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The morning Polly returned from her honeymoon with Aberama, Tommy whisked Amelia away from Arrow House in his Bentley to meet the train. When Polly received the telegram she too was anxious to see what she’d only glimpsed in the cards. Over the years she convinced herself what she saw couldn’t be true, but as she stood beside Tommy on the train platform, the proof was undeniable.

“My God, Tommy, she’s Izzy!” Polly exclaimed, watching the girl from a distance, Amelia's wild, dark hair dancing in the wind. Polly held a hand up to shield her eyes from the sun taking one last look before glancing back at Tommy. He too was staring as Amelia approached, now unable to deny the resemblance.

“How did you find her?” Polly asked in confusion and slight awe, still acclimating to the news that Tommy had another child.

“She found me,” Tommy replied. “Zelda threw her out. Told her to come find me,” he explained.

“That family was always a mystery to me,” Polly admitted sadly. “How’s Lizzie taking it?” she inquired.

“Lizzie knows all me secrets, Pol,” he said and with a knowing look Polly nodded.

“And the children?” she asked.

“They act as though she’s always been here. She’s teaching Charlie to swim and Ruby begs her to braid her hair and have tea parties,” Tommy said with a smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes as he looked off into the distance, inhaling a deep breath of fresh air.

The look of genuine happiness was not lost on Polly. There was one last question on her mind, but she couldn’t ask it of him now, not when peace had descended for the briefest of moments. Amelia would find out soon enough what it meant to be a Shelby and if she was smart, she would choose a life having nothing to do with their business. Polly promised herself to protect Amelia that day as she watched father and daughter together, thinking of the things she might have done differently with Michael.

Continue reading Part 3

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horroraceman93 · 4 months ago

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Here's a Drawn Together ship for my Halloween Countdown.

Did anyone ever do Princess Clara x Foxxy Love in a while? I guess not. I thought of having them dressed as Marceline "Marcy" Abadeer the Vampire Queen and Princess Bubblegum "Bonnie" from Adventure Time while making out again! Cute isn't it?

Happy Halloween 2024!!!

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ltwilliammowett · 2 years ago

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John Rackham - Calico Jack

Measured by his hauls and compared to many other pirates of his time, John Rackham also known as Calico Jack (his nickname was derived from the calico clothing that he wore, while Jack is a nickname for John) was not a prominent figure - rather a "small fish" with a spatially limited sphere of activity, his female companions were much better known.

Anne Bonny and Calico Jack, portrayed by Clara Paget and Toby Schmitz (x)

Therefore, not much is known about his earlier life, except that he was probably born in England in 1682 and then moved to the Caribbean. Until the end of November 1718, he sailed as quartermaster on the brigantine of the pirate Charles Vane. When Vane refused to attack a French warship with superior armament, Rackham stood up to him and demanded that he board the enemy. Vane initially prevailed and the pirates escaped the warship, but the next day a majority of the crew declared Vane a coward, deposed him and elected Rackham captain. Vane and his few followers were left with a small captured sloop, complete with provisions and ammunition.

John Rackham in "A General History of the Robberies and Murders of the Most Notorious Pyrates", published 1725 (x)

Rackham subsequently plundered a number of ships; he initially turned down the royal amnesty that Woodes Rogers had brought with him to New Providence in July 1718. In the spring of 1719, after a few more captures, he overhauled his brigantine in the Bahamas. There Rackham met a married woman named Anne Bonny, who became his mistress and was soon pregnant. Rackham is said to have bought her off her husband James Bonny for a considerable sum.

After a sloop sent out by Rogers drove him off and took two pinches back from him, Rackham settled in Cuba for a time. He lived there with "a sort of little family" until he ran out of money and food; this apparently refers to Anne Bonny and their child together. In between, he now also submitted to the royal amnesty and sailed as a privateer for Woodes Rogers. Part of this crew was Mary Read, who was later arrested with him. According to legend, Anne and Mary Read fell in love with each other after they had to show up on board disguised as men. In drawings, the two women are often depicted as a couple, though neither Anne nor Mary seemed to live monogamously. "They don't need each other. They want each other," says Amanda Cotton, a British artist, about her sculpture of Bonny and Read, which the British government, however, refused to install. Historian Susan Baker also suggested that there was a lesbian relationship between the two, expressed in love and concern for each other. Whether they were purely lesbian is quite speculative, but more likely they were bisexual, considering that Anne and Mary had sexual relationships to men as well.

Anne Bonny and Mary Read in "A General History of the Robberies and Murders of the Most Notorious Pyrates", published 1725 (x)

Rackham and his crew quickly relapsed as pirates, however, and eventually the Bahamas dispatched a heavily armed sloop under Jonathan Barnet, a privateer, to seize them. Barnet surprised the pirates off Cape Negril in western Jamaica during a drinking bout and overpowered them with little resistance. Only the two female pirates are said to have put up a determined fight.

Proclamation from Woodes Rogers naming Jack Rackham and crew as pirates, 1720 (x)

Rackham and his men were tried in Santiago de la Vega in Jamaica on 16 November 1720, found guilty and hanged the following day. The two women escaped the gallows by claiming to be pregnant. Read is said to have died in prison. There is only speculation about Bonny's further fate. She is said to have been freed through the influence of her father and returned to Charles Town, where she is said to have spent the rest of her life married and with children. Others say she simply disappeared, but it is known that she was not hanged.

#naval history #pirate history #calico jack #john rackham #late 17th -early 18th century #age of sail

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catnamedoggy · 1 year ago

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midnight-moth-musings · 1 year ago

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The Butcher's Boy, Part 3: The King

John "Soap" Mactavish x reader, medieval au

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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The grey-blue sky extends infinitely through the edge of my peripherals. My fingers are tickled by blades of grass. The tendrils prickle against the exposed skin of my palms. The air smells of wildflowers, fresh dirt, and vaguely of burnt firewood. I lay flat on the grass without a single care in the world. I feel as though I'm almost floating amongst the many birds of the sky in between clouds.

My body is grounded by the sudden movement of another's skin against my forearm. My head turns over as I smile at the man beside me--a blade of grass now tickling my nose.

"Ye enjoying it here, bonnie?" I'm met with the crooked grin of my blue-eyed, handsome companion.

"It's beautiful here. Thank you for bringing me out here Johnny." In the past week, Johnny has stayed true to his word--accompanying me on trips I take after sneaking out of my home.

"Aye. Well, it's not the most beautiful sight I've seen."

My brow quirks curiously. "What, then?" Johnny looks back up to the sky for a moment in thought before turning back to face me. His hand reaches out cautiously before resting against the edge of my cheekbone.

"You." He whispers softly. I would roll my eyes at the cheesiness of the statement, if he didn't gaze at me so seriously. We lay in a comfortable silence for a few moments and I notice his eyes flicker down to my lips. I repeat the motion, praying he cannot hear the thumping of my heart against my chest wall.

"Johnny." Our heads lean closer and I hear the grass crunching underneath us.

"Bonnie." He murmurs. My heart begins pounding faster. "Can I kiss you?" His blue eyes flicker back down to my lips. My breath catches in my throat and words begin to fail me, I simply nod. "I need to hear it, dove."

"Please." My voice barely expresses the plea before his lips brush against mine. At first, his lips feel soft and gentle against my own--almost as if he fears I will pull away. My hands finally interpret the signals of my brain and reach out to grasp his shirt tightly to pull him closer. His hand moves slowly down my cheekbone to the back of my neck. Our lips remain interlocked until we have to part for air. Johnny pulls away carefully to rest his forehead against mine as we catch our breath.

We both smile instantaneously and Johnny grabs me by the waist to pull me closer. I laugh in his arms as he squeezes me tightly--kissing my cheek and forehead tenderly. With each kiss, my heart skips a beat. We spend hours in that meadow together, trading kisses until the sun begins to set.

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Johnny accompanies me home, sending me inside with a kiss and a promise to see one another the next day. I slip past the gates quickly and enter the manor hoping to avoid the Clara's questioning. A cold hand wraps around my wrist just as I close the door and I gasp as I'm turned to face the stern expression of my mother.

"Where have you been?" My mother grips my wrist tighter as she inspects my dirty dress and disheveled appearance. "Your dress is covered in dirt! And you come home at sunset!"

"I-I was--" She cuts me off quickly by raising her hand, shaking her head in disappointment.

"I will not hear any of your excuses. You are late for the ball tonight. How do you expect to earn the King's hand in marriage if you show up late to his events?" With a huff, she gestures to our nearby housemaids and they bring me upstairs to get dressed for the ball. Every sharp pin poking into my head, every tightening of my corset, and every scolding of my mother causes me to press my nails deeper into my palms--crescent moon bruises forming along them as evidence of my frustration. After I have been dressed and I no longer recognize the woman staring back in the mirror, I am ushered quickly by carriage to the ball. My mother mutters to herself the entire ride and I can only hope to pass the time by holding onto my day with Johnny. I try to hold back a grin as I envision all the ways to ruin a possible courtship between me and the King.

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We reach the palace quickly and my mother drags me quickly inside. "Ah! You have not missed the introduction." She smiles in relief before pushing me in line. I grab the skirts of my dress with a huff as I join the other women. A few minutes later, a booming voice from inside the doors begin to announce me.

"Lady Y/N Dimitrescu. Daughter of the Duke and Duchess of Vivane, Ferdinand and Alcina." I slowly make my way through the doors. My eyes widen as I notice the hundreds of people in attendance staring at me. My eyes flicker around the room and land on the King sitting in his throne watching me carefully. I curtsy as gracefully as I can muster in my tight corset before making my way down to join the others in attendance. I breath a sigh of relief as the focus is no longer on me.

The ball proceeds and I take every step possible to avoid my mother. Just as I think I have succeeded, a familiar cold hand grabs my arm and tugs me over to the King. "You will remember what you have been taught. Make me proud." She whispers threateningly into my ear as I am pushed toward the King.

I manage a another measly curtsy and look up to greet him. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, King Phillip." I almost pinch myself over the sickening tone of my voice. The man in front of me only nods boredly before looking up and down my body. His eyes narrow as he seems to calculate the worth of my features. He seems almost pleased--a sickening grin spreading over his face.

"I like this one." He turns to an advisor before waving me away. I walk away in confusion, my mother nodding as she observes the interaction. I spend the rest of the night in the company of a champagne glass as my mother continues to seek the King's company--likely to gain his favor.

The King claps his hands to draw the crowd to attention. "I have chosen a bride." The people of the room begin to whisper amongst themselves. My eyes flicker over to my mother who holds a smile. I look back over to the King in time to hear my name. "Lady Y/N Dimitrescu!" My stomach drops as hundreds of eyes look my way and the King extends his arms toward me. I do the only rational thing in mind--and run. I push past people carelessly, picking up my dress as I run outside. I ignore the shouts of my mother and the others inside and run to an available horse. I quickly rip my skirt to allow my body to climb atop the mount, kicking the stallion into motion.

"Y/N! Y/N, you would not dare!" My mother screams, her face reddened in anger. I simply kick the horse once more to spur it into a gallop as I ride quickly away from the palace. The only thought in mind is finding Johnny.

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Bonus points if you recognize the Resident Evil reference lol

-P

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spoiledmilks · 1 year ago

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any ships?

I will take this as an opportunity to name every ship i like from various franchises

Venti x lumine from genshin

William x clara (his wife) from fnaf

rarity x applejack (fight me about this i dare you, you cant)

Aaanndd Bonnie x freddy

#before any genshin fans ask #i do not mind zhongven #its basically old man yaoi #but sweet #i also have some things to say abt fluttercord but that is purely my own mentally ill blabbering #inbox

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swampgh0stt · 1 year ago

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When Clara first met William, she was unimpressed, reserved. He was from an affluent family. His parents arranged this marriage between them & Clara didn't know the exact details of why, but it didn't matter. Her own family was given a large sum of money that would ensure their comfort for the rest of their lives, so she agreed.

They had the wedding in Washington, following her Nation's traditions. William's family eagerly paid the wedding expenses, sounded grateful that this strong Matriarch was marrying their son. But after the wedding, Clara was forced to leave her reservation & move to Utah with her new husband.

It was awkward at first. William was much more interested in his projects than his new marriage. It was almost as if he didn't know how to deal with a wife, didn't know the first thing about courting. Clara was silent & watched, taking note of her new husband's behaviors-- of his vibrant personality, the way all attention turned right to him when he entered a room. He was creative & excitable, passionate about his work, an entertainer. The more Clara watched, the more she fell for him in full sincerity.

She decided to make the first move. She started to show interest in his work, joining him in his workshop to ask questions about his creations. Sometimes, Clara would add her own input about other characters (before the formation of Spring Bonnie & Fredbear). Slowly, William began to soften around her.

They had a genuine relationship for a while. They would go out together, have picnics; William would confide in her, share his passions with her. She found herself swept away by his energy. And when their first child (Michael) was born, she was more than excited. Clara doted on him, & found comfort in one of her coworkers, x Fitzgerald (Jeremy's mother), being a new mother. They could navigate motherhood together, along with Henry-- who had two newborn twins.

#clara afton #mrs afton #afton family #william afton #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #//#I was gonna continue rambling #but I'll post in parts #to prevent this from getting too long

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grimlucent · 1 year ago

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Okay let me rq tell you who's all in my au and what its about

Relife AU is basically just "what is Willy figured out how to bring them back". It's set in the Pizzaplex lmao.

So lemme get started on the characters lmao

Freddy's handler: Michael Afton! This pairing is mostly based off the glammike au.

Bonnie's handler: Jeremy Fitzgerald! I dunno I just think they would work pretty well together.

Chica's handler: Elijah Roberts! One of my friend's OCS, he's so silly I love him. Based off my friend Eli who loves Glam Chica and sometimes helps me write.

Roxy's handler: Jessica Monet! My oc this time, she's alot like Roxy (which is why Monty calls her creepy in the Monty x Reader fanfic)

Monty's handler: Patty Tenman! You play as her in the fanfic lmao. She's also a lot like Monty personality-wise.

Sun/Moon's handler: Angel Fitzgerald! Based off myself. Also acts a lot like her animatronic(s). Jeremy's cousin.

Music Man's handler: Nicole Hester! I love her with all my heart, based off a childhood pal mixed slightly with Norman Polk.

Vanessa has the same job, and Gregory and Cassie are still the same as well.

But now there's two other kids!

Alice Fitzgerald, Jeremy and Angel's niece! She adores Chica almost as much as Elijah does.

And Clara Bishap! Her favorite is Sundrop and she's a daycare regular.

And William is the CEO! I still dislike him.

No Elizabeth or Evan yet unfortunately but they'll be there soon...

#michael afton #jeremy fitzgerald #elijah roberts #jessica monet #patty tenman #angel fitzgerald #nicole hester #vanessa #Gregory #cassie #alice fitzgerald #clara bishap #evan afton #elizabeth afton #William Afton #Relife #relife au

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sw33t-d1vine · 2 years ago

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── ✮Traitor. William Afton!

ー W. Afton x Cloud

ー cw : SONGFIC , angst… mentions of abuse, Cloud is depressed :( , rlly sad….. break up , cloud is crying

ー word count , 670

ー a/n : PART 2 !!! i DONNNT really like the ending , but i did write it at 4am, so it is what it is… for context on why Bonnie is like this towards Cloud though , Bonnie was canonly agressive in the games, and we wanted to keep that in. i think the reason we made cloud n bonnie together was because either , A. in his OG au (Security Breach), he and Bonnie were a thing before Bonnie disappeared, or B… some guy tried shipping him with Cloud in an RP server and we thought it was really funny LMFAOO !! SORRY THIS IS SO LONG , i just wanted to put context for the whole story..

ー part 1 ,

God, I wish that you had thought this through.

Finally, after months of waiting, it was prom night. The music blasted through the speakers, people dancing and chatting amongst themselves.

Cloud didn’t exactly want to be there. He only came because Afton told him to, begging and telling him “Its a one time thing”.

While Afton was right, he just didn’t want to go. He didn’t see a point in going, not when his boyfriend didn’t bother to even talk to him about it.

He had to force Bonnie to go because he needed a date, and of course, being his boyfriend, he brought Bonnie.

Before I went and fell in love with you

Bonnie never seemed to have cared for him.

At first, Bonnie showered him in love and affection, and then over time, he pushed him away. Like he was only there as a toy.

Cloud didn’t know why Bonnie didn’t just break up with him. Maybe he just wanted to use him, or maybe he felt pity.

He never talked to anyone in school either. He stuck out, no one liked him.

Thats when Bonnie started to talk to him. He didn’t know why though. He could’ve done it because he was bored. Either way, Cloud fell too quickly.

Bonnie was the only person who had ever talked to him, and eventually, they started dating.

Affection, love and gifts were all given to him.

It slowly started to go, however. There were no more gifts, no more affection and no more love. Bonnie was bored of him.

And still, they stayed together. Cloud didn’t want to leave him, and Bonnie kept him as if he were a pet.

Now Cloud was doing the gifting. But it just didn’t seem like enough.

When she's sleeping in the bed we made

It had even gotten to the point where Bonnie had cheated on him.

Obviously, being too desperate, Cloud forgave him.

He forgave him because Bonnie was the only person who talked to him and kept him around. Even if good things weren’t said or being around meant getting a little hurt. He didn’t care.

He just wanted to be with someone.

Even while being with Bonnie did cause him to fall into depression, he was all he had.

That was before he met Afton.

Don't you dare forget about the way you betrayed me.

Staying with Afton and Clara during the whole party felt nice. Even if watching the two dance and get all touchy together got him jealous.

Deciding to finally head back, Cloud gave the two a small wave, before turning and leaving to look for Bonnie.

And of course, Bonnie was with a girl. His hands rested on her hips, his body leaning slightly forward and a smirk plastered on his face.

'Cause I know that you'll never feel sorry

Cloud had enough.

He marched over, glaring hard at Bonnie, who was too busy making gooey eyes at the girl next to him.

“You CHEATER!” He hissed, watching Bonnie quickly turn to him. He gave him a look, before standing and reaching over.

Cloud swatted his hand away, giving Bonnie a mean look. “I’ve had enough of your bullshit, Bonnie! I’m done being pushed and abused by you! I’ve done nothing but CARE for you, and this is how you repay me?!” He gestured to the girl and crossed his arms. “Thats it, we’re done.”

Turning away and holding back tears, he walked off. Or tried to.

Bonnie had reached out and grabbed his arm, twisting him so he could face him. “Angel..” He warned.

For the way I hurt, yeah

Cloud winced at the harsh contact, and pulled his arm away, “Don’t.” He muttered. “We’re done. Over.” He glared, walking off and out of the party.

He didn’t know what had happened after that, blocking every sound around him as he walked out.

He went home crying.

You'd talk to her when we were together, You gave me your word, but that didn't matter

#william afton #fnaf #springtrap #five nights at freddys #william afton x reader #fnaf william afton #william afton x you #springtrap x reader #five nights at freddy's #william afton x cloud #william x cloud #i love them:(#bonnies a BITCH !!#part 3 soon dont worry…#Spotify

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