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talesfromthecoffeeshop · 7 months ago

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The Demon Queen is Flustered (The Captain of my Royal Guard is a Woman?)

The crimson dress was beautiful. Lovely velvet cascaded down, accentuated by black leather, enhancing curves in all the right places. It was the dress of a Queen. And it did not fit in the slightest.

At least, it did not fit in the eyes of Charlotte. She was currently engaged in a staring contest with her own reflection, turning to see every angle in the mirror. Her brow furrowed deeper. Perhaps it was her hair? The difficult mess of brown curls had been tamed, though not without the casualty of a broken brush, and sat in a tight bun near her neck. Two horns broke through at her hairline, making her seem a bit taller than she was. Ivory and smooth, they matched her pale skin. She had inherited them from her mother’s side.

Her continued turning and look of displeasure caught the attention of the head maid.

“My lady, is everything alright?” The Head Maid asked, keeping her tone calm and even, as one of her station does in all situations. Charlotte had not yet memorized the names of the staff.

“Yes. You have all done a wonderful job.” Charlotte replied. “It just doesn’t feel… real yet.”

The maid did not reply, and Charlotte thought about the whirlwind of events that had led her here.

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Charlotte was the granddaughter of Queen Rubilene Marxus Belphagor, who had ruled the Demon Realm for 75 years. Even being of royal blood, however, she was far from the throne and royal politics. Queen Rubilene had four children, two daughters and two sons, and she was the daughter of the youngest, Prince Jarox Belphagor.

Early in his life, Prince Jarox had realized that he was not well suited for the politics of the Queen’s Court, and took a position out in the countryside, overseeing the country's grape production for their most exported product, Demon Wine. A simple life, relatively speaking. He then met his wife and started a family. A son, Kallin, and a daughter, Charlotte.

The title and responsibility of Queen was passed down the matriarchal line, and with two older sisters, Prince Jarox was unconcerned about the rite of succession. But politics can be funny, and more realistically, cruel.

The oldest daughter, Beldani, married young in a political alliance. She had a daughter as well, a smart and intelligent girl, raised studiously and nobly to be ready to lead her nation. But an accident befell her, and her life was cut short. Beldani never recovered from her grief, and eventually passed herself.

The second daughter, Nephira, was a more conniving sort. She had a more callous heart than her older sister, and had aspirations for the throne. She arranged a powerful marriage for herself, and had two daughters and a son. Nephira raised her daughters to be like herself, cold and calculating, with a lust for power. This, unsurprisingly, did not go well. Her second daughter murdered the first, and attempted to frame her mother. Horrified by this, Nephira exiled herself to a small corner of the country, and her living daughter has disappeared without a trace.

The older son, Marxus, (Named after Rubilene’s father), had enlisted in the nation’s army, and was a well-respected and powerful individual. He had married his lover, a man who he had regularly consulted at the capital’s university. They lived happily together, and had no plans for children.

So, after airing every last bit of dirty laundry the royal family had, where did that leave Charlotte? Apparently, next in line for the throne. But that was still something far off in the future, wasn’t it?

Charlotte had kept regular correspondence with her grandmother, even out in the countryside. She visited the capital often, and Queen Rubilene always made time for her. So, it was quite the surprise when she was hand delivered a letter by one of the Queen’s Guard. Inside was a familiar flowing and practiced script.

My dear Charlotte,

I hope this letter finds you in good health. I am writing now to request that you come to the capital immediately. Your father and I have been talking over a serious matter, and it involves you. I wish to speak with you in person.

With Regards,

Rubilene Marxus Belphagor, Queen of the Realm

The letter had left little room to argue, so Charlotte had packed some of her belongings and headed to the capital. At the time, she had thought it a bit odd that she had been escorted by no less than five members of the Queen’s Guard, but paid it no heed. If she had, she might have been a bit more prepared for the news.

“You’re ABDICATING?!” Charlotte gasped. Charlotte paced in the Queen’s chambers, unable to remain still.

The Queen sat, a statuesque picture of calm, waiting for Charlotte to regain her senses.

Queen Rubilene had ruled for nearly 75 years now, but her face did not betray the age or stress of her station. Long straight brown hair was tied into a bun, with two obsidian horns bursting through to frame a face dominated by eyes of blood red. One eyebrow was currently raised in amusement.

“Yes, my dear.” The Queen said. “I am abdicating the throne. And that means you are next in line. You have had your twentieth birthday earlier this year, which means you are old enough to take the position. Now will you sit, and drink your tea? You are going to wear out the carpet.”

Charlotte whirled to stare at her grandmother in disbelief. How could she just sit and drink tea? With a sigh of exasperation, she sat down and reluctantly raised the cup to her lips.

It was warm and delicious, a lovely brew that was quite popular in the south, and a personal favorite of her grandmother. The floral scents calmed her mind, and allowed her to think.

“I’m going to be Queen?” Charlotte whispered.

“Yes. However, while I am abdicating, I am not dying, Charlotte. I will still be around, and know that I will always be there for you.” The queen said, a smile on her lips.

And that was that. Charlotte was to be the new Queen.

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The week that had followed had been busy, to say the least. Charlotte’s education had been plentiful and widespread, and she knew the basics of royal etiquette, but becoming the Queen was no small task.

She sat in on many of the Queen’s meetings, listening to finance forecasts, and to the results of the harvest. She listened to disputes that required the Queen’s attention, usually between Lord’s and Lady’s over taxes. And she listened to the requests of the people alongside the Queen as often as she could.

And every night, Charlotte would collapse into her sheets, exhausted, welcoming the night’s rest.

The news of the abdication, and following coronation spread quickly. A festival sprung up in the days leading to the event. The city was bright with energy, as people from across the land arrived to celebrate.

This only served to make Charlotte more nervous, and as the day crept close, her fear and anxiety only grew. A growing weight of dread.

She couldn’t sleep the night before the coronation. Even exhausted beyond anything she had been before, she could only stare at the moonlight leaking through her curtains, waiting for the sun to rise.

Which brings us back to the crimson dress. It had been tailored to her, so fit perfectly, regardless of what her mind was saying. Her hair was perfect, her makeup, perfect. Oh! The head maid’s name was Prefa! That’s right.

A knock sounded at the door to her chambers, and Prefa opened it, allowing the Royal Secretary to enter. Tall and slender, the Royal Secretary was dressed in ceremonial robes, ready to officiate the coronation. Her name was Magoria (though she insisted Charlotte call her Maggie), and she had been educating Charlotte on any matters the Queen did not have time for. She smiled at Charlotte, and pushed her glasses up, looking her over.

“Oh, you look so beautiful Charlotte! That crimson is such a lovely color on you. I knew we made the right choice with the reds. Are you ready?” She asked, positively beaming.

Charlotte did one more spin, looking over her dress, before giving a resigned sigh. “Yes Maggie, I believe I am ready.” With slow, careful steps, she stepped out the door to her chambers.

And nearly smashed her face into a pillar of gleaming steel. Charlotte stumbled back a step, and realized that it was not some pillar, but a person in full armor. And they were huge! Charlotte’s head was barely at their chest. The armored figure gave a slight bow, and stepped aside, allowing Charlotte to pass. Magoria took this chance to speak up.

“This is the newly appointed Queen’s Bodyguard, who will be accompanying you from this point forward.”

Charlotte recalled that a man in similar armor had followed her grandmother around, and when she had asked about him, Magoria had answered. “The Queen’s Bodyguard is specially chosen from the Queen’s Guard. The best of the best, he guards the Queen personally, and will sacrifice himself in a moment to save her life. A bit romantic, isn’t it?”

The Queen had rolled her eyes at the last comment, but said nothing.

Charlotte gave the knight a polite nod, and turned down the hallway. She had only taken a few steps when a wave of dizziness overcame her, causing her to stumble and lose her balance.

In a flash, a gauntleted hand caught her by the waist.

“Are you well, my lady?” A muffled voice from above her asked.

The moment of dizziness gone, Charlotte opened her eyes to see her helmeted bodyguard. Her cheeks flushed, and she quickly stood. “Thank you. I am fine. Merely nerves.” She turned her back, and continued.

The antechamber was quiet, save for the muffled noise of the crowd in the courtyard outside. Charlotte’s mother and father beamed at her as she entered, and her uncle gave her an encouraging nod. She returned a shaky smile, then turned to her grandmother. Dressed in a crimson that matched her own, except gold accents instead of black, she looked every bit the Queen that she was. Regal and powerful, with a presence that demanded respect and admiration. Everything Charlotte wasn’t.

“Oh hells.” She thought. “I am actually going to be Queen.”

Magoria entered behind her, and made her way to the Queen’s side. She clasped the Queen’s hand in her own, and gave a wide smile to the gathered family, then stepped through the thick curtain that led to the courtyard balcony. A moment later, trumpets began to play, quieting the crowd.

In a magically amplified voice, Magoria addressed the crowd.

“Welcome everyone to this momentous day! We are here to celebrate the rule of Queen Rubilene Marxus Belphagor. Her reign has brought incredible prosperity and happiness to our lands. I give you, our Queen!”

The crowd exploded into cheers and applause, as Queen Rubilene stepped out. She began a speech to the crowd.

Which Charlotte could not hear over the sound of her own heart thundering in her ears. She could feel sweat breaking out on her forehead. Her breath quickened, and had the ground been so far away before? She could see darkness at the edge of her vision. She was going to pass out!

A heavy hand clasped her shoulder, pulling her back. The gauntlet gave her a small squeeze, and her new bodyguard leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“Easy now, princess. You’ll be just fine.” The masked voice was low and calm. And it helped. Charlotte could feel her heart slowing, her breath coming easier. She smiled, and turned, a sudden newfound confidence in her position.

“I beg your pardon, but I am your QUEEN. And I should be addressed and respected as such.” She spoke playfully.

“You aren’t the queen for a few more minutes, so I thought I would take my last opportunity to address you as princess. It won’t happen again, my lady.”

Was that sarcasm Charlotte heard? She couldn’t decide whether she liked or despised this bodyguard. But she did not have time to dwell on that emotion. Magoria was signaling her from the curtain.

“May I present, my grandaughter, your future Queen, Charlotte Jarox Belphagor!”

Charlotte took one last deep breath, and stepped into her life as queen.

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The coronation itself was a simple affair, the passing of the crown, the oaths of fealty of service to the people. She had rehearsed it so many times that it was actually quite easy. It passed quickly, and soon Charlotte found herself in the antechamber once more.

Her parents and uncle were still there, as well as her new bodyguard. A stone altar had been brought in. Covered in various magical symbols, it pulsed low with energy. An obsidian knife sat on top.

Charlotte looked around the room, confused. “What is this for?” she asked worriedly. The Queen entered behind her and spoke.

“This is the altar of binding, used to create a bond of loyalty between Queen and Bodyguard. It prevents your Bodyguard from harming you, and can be used to find you if you allow it. At one time, it was used for servitude and forced submission, but now it is a bit more ceremonial, but still has its uses. Sellmyra, are you ready to take the oath?”

The bodyguard stepped forward, and removed their helmet. Charlotte had to stop herself from gasping. She’s a woman? Her surprise must have shown on her face, because the Former Queen raised an eyebrow at her. Charlotte collected herself, and nodded for her to continue.

Sellmyra removed her gauntlets, then stepped to the altar, grasping the knife in hand, placing her other hand on the stone, palm up. Rubilene guided Charlotte forward, and nodded. Sellmyra cut a deep gash in her palm with the knife, blood quickly flowing over.

The altar began to glow, the blood absorbing in. Sellmyra spoke in a practiced verse.

“I, Sellmyra Agavar of House Agavar, do swear my life to my queen. Her life is my own, and so I will protect and serve it as my own. I swear to remain by her side as long as I draw breath. I will honor her name, even should it mean rejecting my own. I will serve my master.”

The altar grew brighter as the words were spoken. Charlotte could feel the energy flowing around her, and the words came to her without question.

“I, Charlotte Jarox Belphagor of House Belphagor, accept your fealty and service. As you have offered me your life, in return, I offer you mine. I will protect my life, knowing it is yours. I will remain by your side, so long as I draw breath. I will honor my name, so that your name is honored. I accept your servitude.”

The energy swirled faster, the glow from the altar becoming blinding, and then it was gone.

Charlotte began gasping like she had been holding her breath. Had she been holding her breath? She stumbled away from the altar, and immediately found herself in the arms of Sellmyra.

Her face was close. Her brown eyes looked so concerned, so scared. Her hair was cut short in a military style, which was a shame because Charlotte thought that she might look good with long hair. Charlotte blinked. How long had she been staring at Sellmyra’s face?

Her face glowing red, Charlotte rose. She made a show of dusting her dress when she noticed a small band of black and red on her ring finger.

“The ring on your finger is the manifestation of your bond. Should you will it, it will turn invisible. It can also be used to send a warning to your bodyguard should you be in danger. Quite handy.” Rubilene remarked. “You are now officially Queen of the Demon Realm, Charlotte.”

End of Chapter 1

(Bonus scene that I wanted to write. It gets a little steamy, but nothing graphic. Yet. Who knows what the future holds?)

The large baths of the Royal Palace were luxurious in every sense of the word. Piping hot water, scented soaps, soothing minerals, extravagant shampoos, no expense spared. And for that Charlotte was VERY thankful.

The stress of the first day of the coronation simply melted away in these bathes. As the queen, she also had them to herself, which she couldn’t decide if she liked yet. The pools of heated water were large enough to swim in, and being in them alone was a bit intimidating. But she would have to get used to that. Being the Queen was going to be hard in many ways.

So Charlotte relaxed, and allowed herself to float in the warm water.

“My lady, is everything okay in here?” A voice echoed from the door. Charlotte shot up, splashing water everywhere around her. Had she fallen asleep?

Her eyes focused through the steam, and she saw Sellmyra enter. She had thought Sellmyra tall before, but here she was, sans armor, and her size was still quite impressive.

Dressed in just a towel, Charlotte was able to truly take in the musculature of her Bodyguard. Broad defined shoulders, biceps that were larger than her head, thighs that would make watermelons quiver in fear. Various battle scars crossed her dark skin like writing, each one telling a story of a battle won.

“What in the hells is going through my mind?” Charlotte thought. Her face felt flush. “I think the steam is getting to me.”

Charlotte moved to the edge of the pool. “I am going to get out now, I think.”

Sellmyra nodded and turned around.

“What are you doing?” Charlotte asked.

“I thought it best to give my lady some privacy.”

“Why? We are both women, aren’t we?”

“I, uh. I… You are above me in station, so I should respect you.” Sellmyra stammered.

Charlotte smiled, an idea forming in her head. She rose out of the water, and approached Sellmyra’s back. She quickly spread her arms wide, and embraced Sellmyra’s back tightly, pressing her body inwards.

She quickly realized that maybe she had gone too far. She could feel every muscle in Sellmyra’s back tense, rippling with intense strength under her chest and arms that barely reached around.

Sellmyra did not move though. They stood there for a moment before she coughed. “My lady, would you please release me?”

Charlotte thought for a moment about staying attached to the broad back of her guard. Then her sanity caught up with her. Her eyes went wide, and she withdrew, an apology dying on her lips as she sat down to brush her mess of hair.

Of course, now is when her hair decided to fight its hardest against her. Charlotte grasped the brush like a sword against the fearsome foe that sat atop her head. Had she really just done that? Sellmyra’s muscles had been so… large.

The brush slipped from her wet fingers and clattered to the floor. As Charlotte leaned over to pick it up, Sellmyra knelt at her side and grabbed it for her.

“My lady, may I brush your hair?”

Charlotte felt her face flush a bright red once more, and this time it was certainly not the steam.

“Yes, you may.”

#lgbtq #fiction #sapphic #fantasy #not coffeeshop

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possiamo-andare · 4 years ago

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Cigarette Daydream: JJ Maybank

JJ x Reader

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word count: 6.1k

summary: “Do you have a minute?” JJ asks a stranger sitting on a park bench. From there, relationship between the reader and JJ blossoms in the span of a few hours.

a/n: this imagine could not have been written without @teamnick who has been my supporter since day one. she has been hyping me up even when i think i don’t deserve it and initially gave me the ideas to start this fic. so thanks so much babe, i couldn’t have done it without you. secondly, please listen to the song cigarette daydream by cage the elephant when reading this, I love that song <3

Nothing ever interesting ever happened in OBX. At least not to you. Although you loved where you lived, it was a tourist stop and when the tourons were gone, there weren’t many people left behind. In some ways, you envied the Pogues; they were free to do whatever they wanted. They had no reputations to uphold because everyone saw them as troublemakers already. You probably guess that this was where your crush on JJ started. JJ had always lived the way you wish you could.

JJ Maybank was a Pogue. If anyone suited the title of Pogue more than JJ, you hadn’t met them yet. He was everything Kooks hated about Pogues. He was a player, rambunctious, rowdy, impolite, and hated Kooks. You both had gone to the same school but because your friend group consisted of Kooks, you and JJ never interacted. You had always found JJ handsome, his light features contrasting the dark features many other Pogues possessed. He finally left a lasting impression on you when he pulled a prank on the principal.

It was the second month into school when Principal Morgan was giving a speech on dress code when JJ projected pictures of Principal Morgan dancing in a club, clearly intoxicated. You had no idea how he had gotten those pictures or how he bribed the computer lab to project them but by the end, JJ was yelling from the crowd that the “hookers” in the photos were definitely not following the dumb dress code. From then on, you had a crush on JJ Maybank.

This was a crush you told no one. If any of your friends knew you liked a boy like JJ, you surely would not hear the end of it. This was also not the type of crush that would make you want to interact with JJ. When you usually had crushes, you would try your best to be around them but not JJ. It would look too obvious if you started talking to him or if you started sitting next to him in Algebra. Instead, you watched him from afar and on days where he wasn’t at school, you would drive past the Cut where you knew he was. You knew this entire obsession was stupid since he’d never seriously date a Kook but you couldn’t help it. As much as your brain told you no, your heart had started planning your wedding.

You had a crush on JJ for six months before you ever spoke to each other. It was the first week of summer and your friends were all away at cottages with their families so you were alone for the first few weeks of the summer. You had decided that to pass the time, you would go down to the park and read for the afternoon. With your earbuds playing Cigarette Daydream and a new book in your hand, you sat on a park bench and read the first few chapters of your book.

Around one pm, you finally looked up from your book, your eyes growing tired from focusing so much. When you finally glanced up, your eyes immediately caught sight of a familiar blonde. It was JJ. You had never seen him at this park and if you knew he came here, you would’ve gone somewhere else. What was even more surprising was that he was walking in your direction. Your eyes instantly trained back on the words in your book. This time, you only pretended to read, your heart rate speeding up at the thought of JJ approaching you. You couldn’t believe it yourself so you looked up again to confirm if he was in fact moving across the grassy hills of the park towards you, and you were bewildered to see that he was. Your eyes focused on the words in your books again, trying your best to steady your heart rate and ignore JJ.

When he was finally closer, you thought he would walk past you but instead, he sat down on the bench you were sitting in, his hand clasped together. You could sense by his laboured breath he was stressed about something. You opted to say nothing but it was proven to be difficult when JJ spoke to you first.

“Do you have a minute?” JJ asks a stranger sitting on a park bench. He was desperate and she was the prettiest girl he had ever seen so he didn’t have a problem enlisting her help.

You looked up from your book, hesitant that he’s even talking to you know. “Hm?” You quietly hum out, trying to catch your breath. You both made eye contact and you thought you would die. He was looking at you. He saw you. You had always thought that as he walked through the halls, that he was looking at you but you were never sure. Now you were sure. JJ Maybank was looking at you and you were trying to find the words.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He muttered, his breath even more laboured than before. Something about you was so familiar but at the same time, he was sure if he had ever seen someone as beautiful as you before, he would have surely remembered. “Listen, I need your help. I know you don’t know me but I'll give you fifty bucks.”

You didn’t speak. You couldn’t. When JJ realized you weren’t about to say anything soon, he sighed, glancing to his left where he had walked from. You looked where he was and watched in horror as a touron, angrily approaching your bench. Suddenly, it all made sense. JJ was trying to avoid her and for some reason, he needed your help. Without overthinking it, you finally spoke.

“What do you need me to do?”

JJ looked back at you, a smirk written across his lips. “I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend.”

This request took you by surprise. You had thought maybe he was going to ask you to find a place for him to hide but not this. Besides, how does one pretend to be involved when JJ is known for being a player? You knew he didn’t have time to answer all your questions so instead you nonchalantly shrugged your shoulders and went back to reading your book. You hoped the less you had to look into his eyes, the less nervous you would be. It didn’t work. As long as JJ was beside you, you were a nervous wreck.

“Have you had a boyfriend?” JJ asks in an exasperated tone. You look up from your book as you watch sweat beat down his forehead. When you make eye contact, he speaks again. “Like, hold my hand or some shit.”

You frown. “Of course I have.” You’re lying. You’re trying to act cooler than you were and you were failing. “I just don’t know if fifty bucks is enough for me to hold your hand.”

JJ chuckles for a moment, his anxiety subsiding. He had to admit, even though he had just met this girl, there was something about her that made his heart skip a beat. “Well, it’s all I got.”

In an instant, JJ’s hand reached out for yours. At first, you instinctively moved your hand away from his and you watched as he smirked at your nervousness. With a deep sigh, you move your hand back near his and he interlaces your fingers together. You’re not completely positive, but you’re sure you feel an electric current flow between your hands. By the way JJ uncomfortably shifts in his seat as he watches the touron approach him, you’re sure he’s felt it too. You want to ask him what it means and if he’s ever felt it before but you never get the chance. The touron has gotten closer to you and now she’s yelling at JJ.

“JJ, what the hell is wrong with you?!”

Instead of standing up to confront the angry girl, JJ instead continues to sit and hold onto your hand. “Charlotte, calm down. I didn’t do anything.”

She glances at you for a moment, glaring, before looking back to JJ. “Didn’t do anything.” She scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. “You beat up my fucking boyfriend!”

JJ chuckles, clearly not bothered by the accusation she was making. You knew it was probably because it was true. “Never told me you had a boyfriend. Besides, he called me the ‘r’ word. And that’s not polite.” You could hear the obnoxious undertone in his voice and you couldn’t help but giggle.

Charlotte looks at you, growling. “What’s your problem bitch? Did you know your boyfriend here is an asshole?”

You laugh, both at the fact that she called JJ an asshole and your boyfriend. It was almost surreal that anyone was associating you and JJ together. “Nah, I’m laughing because your ignorant boyfriend got what he deserved.”

JJ looks at you in shock and you are shocked yourself. Never in a million years would you have said that to anyone but being in this situation with JJ unlocked some type of newfound confidence you didn’t know you had. For a moment, you regret saying anything but when you look to JJ and see the huge smile on his face, you instantly regret nothing.

Charlotte scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Well, I hope you have that same attitude when Rafe shows up and beats your ass.”

JJ furrows his brow, letting go of your hand and standing up to finally confront the touron. “The hell are you talking about?”

Charlotte smirks, knowing she’s hit a nerve. “Yeah. I told Rafe what you did to my boyfriend and now he’s on his way. Should be here any minute.”

Your shoulders drop and the smirk that was on your face only moments ago turns into a frown. You knew Rafe. Being a Kook, you and Rafe had some of the same friends and would see each other on occasion. Unfortunately, whenever you saw Rafe he was always fistfighting someone. Most of the time, it was JJ and as Kooks yelled out for Rafe to win, you had always secretly wanted JJ to win. Rafe had noticed on many occasions that you looked away from the fighting and had once had gotten angry at you for not cheering him on. To say he had left a bad taste in your mouth would be an understatement.

“Go to hell Charlotte.” JJ growls, cracking his knuckles as he looks over her shoulder. Charlotte continues to smile, confident that she has rattled JJ.

You stand up beside JJ, trying to hide the terror in your voice as you speak. “JJ, we should go.”

JJ looked to you for a moment, his face relaxed. “I’m sorry.”

You shrugged, closing your book before standing between JJ and the touron. Her chest is puffed out and although she looks confident, you can tell she’s nervous. “Have fun trying to catch us.”

As you say this, you hear the revving of motorcycles behind the touron and when you raise your gaze, you see Rafe, Topper, and Kelce on their bikes, speeding towards you. Seeing your brother, Topper, on the bike pedaling forward is kinda surreal. Not many people outside of your friend group know that you’re related, only because he’s so embarrassed to have a sibling as shy as you. Usually you don’t interact in public and you were sure if he saw you with JJ Maybank, he would drop the act.

As they come closer, JJ taps you on the shoulder and tells you to run but you ignore him and wait until they are close enough. When you decide they are, you raise the hand you have your book in and launch it towards Topper. He instantly tries to swerve and bumps into Rafe, who bumps into Kelce and soon, they are all on the ground. JJ lets out a gasp and you do the same. You never thought that plan would work but you and JJ don’t stick around long enough to see them try and get back up. Once their bikes hit the floor, you and JJ take off. You’re running beside him through the gates of the park and down the boardwalk. You and JJ run past the Wreck and you don’t stop running until JJ does. JJ, on the other hand, has no idea where to go because no matter where he does go, Rafe will find him. He glances at you as the both of you run and can’t help but feel sorry for looping you into this crazy mess.

You both finally stop once you get to the Cut. Both of you refuse to speak as you try to catch your breath. You take a seat on the floor, your head down, as you process everything that has happened so far. Moments later, JJ sits down beside you and is the first to speak after minutes of silence.

“I didn’t know a Kook had that in them.” JJ breathed out, a smile on his lips as he watched you.

You looked to him, still trying to catch your breath. “Did you really beat up her boyfriend?”

JJ smirks. “Yeah.”

You lean closer to him, scared to ask the next question. “Why?”

JJ chuckles at your bewilderment. “I made out with her at a party and she never told me she had a boyfriend. He confronts me the next day and calls me the ‘r’ word and I decked him.”

“And why did you need me?” You inquire, your feet throbbing from running.

JJ shrugged. “I thought she would be easy on me if she knew I had a girlfriend. Needed one and then I saw you, sitting there and reading.”

You shake your head in disbelief, a smile forming on your lips. “You’re really such a cliche.”

JJ frowns, a confused look written across his face. “What do you mean?”

You shrug. “I don’t know. A player who makes out with girls who have boyfriends and narrowly escaping death. Little cliche, don’t you think?”

JJ shakes his head, a smirk on his lips. “Nah. I’d say cigarette daydream.”

You throw your head back and laugh aloud. “What’s that?”

JJ frowns. “You don’t know that song?”

You nod. Of course you do. You were listening to it when you were reading. When your eyes looked up from your book and saw JJ, you were listening to that song. You found it ironic to hear JJ say it. “Yes, love that song.”

“Well,” JJ begins, grinning like a cheshire cat. “A cigarette daydream is someone who has been around but does so dream like.”

You giggle, rolling your eyes slightly. “You think very highly of yourself.”

JJ shrugs. “I have to when I’m beating up assholes.”

You shake your head in disbelief. “Anyone ever tell you violence isn’t the answer?”

JJ shrugs, looking to the sea. He thought of his dad and what little memories he had of his mom. “I guess.”

Your eyes follow his gaze and you look at the ocean with him. “You guess?”

JJ frowns, his mom’s smile flashes before him. “I think my mom read my this quote but after … never.”

You didn’t need clarification. You knew what had happened to JJ’s mom; the entirety of OBX knew. “Well,” You paused, unsure of what to say. Right then, JJ wasn’t his usually fiery self. He was just a boy and felt way more comfortable talking to him. “What was the quote?”

JJ thought for a moment, wanting to say it right the first time so he wouldn’t seem dumb. “Angry people are not always wise.”

Your eyes widened. “Pride and Prejudice? Your mom read you Pride and Prejudice?”

JJ smirked, looking at you. “Yup. Told me this quote was important because so many people tried to be angry as a way to show how amazing they were but that was never true. I guess I let her down in that aspect.”

You shook your head quickly, placing a hand on JJ’s shoulder without even thinking. “No, JJ. She’d be proud.”

JJ sniffled for a moment, glancing back at the ocean before shaking his head. He tried to wake himself out the daze you had put him in since the two of you had met. His body felt limp. He initially thought it was because he was so tired from running but the more time he spent with you, the more he realized it was because you made him feel as if you two were the only people on the planet. “I totally forgot to ask you your name. If I’m gonna be fake dating you, I gotta know your name.”

His signature smirk reappeared on his lips but this time you were not as easily fooled. You softly smiled, taking your hand off his shoulder. “It’s Y/N.”

JJ’s brows pulled together, that name sounding familiar. “Have we met before? Feels like we have.”

You smile wider. You know he didn’t mean for it to sound like a compliment but it was. “Not really. We go to the same school.”

JJ nods, trying to remember if he had ever seen her in the halls. He wishes he could say he remembered but he didn’t. He was sure he would never forget her now. “Oh, sorry.”

You shrug, not offended at all. You believed you weren’t all that special when that was far from the truth. “It’s okay. I remember you though.”

JJ smiles, raising his brows. How could he not remember a girl like this? “And what do you remember?”

You roll your eyes at his crude innuendo. “Not that that. I remember the prank you pulled on Principal Morgan.”

JJ laughed loudly this time; the first genuine laugh he had shown you since you began this adventure. “Serves him right. Trying to police girls bodies like that.’”

You shrug. “I could never do something like that.”

JJ frowns, his bottom lip pouting. “But you did. You threw a book at Topper. Who would’ve thought of that?”

You giggle. “Well, I’ve always wanted to throw something at him. He’s my brother after all.”

JJ’s jaw dropped. “He’s your what?”

You giggle at his reaction, nodding. “Yup. Bet you didn’t know he had a sister.”

JJ shook his head. “Well, now I gotta buy you ice cream for committing to the part and making your brother crash his bike.”

You bite your lip from smiling so wide. How could this be happening? Nothing ever interesting ever happened to you and yet, here you were, with JJ Maybank about to get some ice cream. It was all overwhelming. You had dreamed about this happening for months and now that it was, you couldn’t contain your excitement. You had walked five minutes to the nearest parlor and ordered ice cream, making sure you paid. JJ had insisted but you told him to get it next time. It was such a bold thing for you to say and you had originally thought it as an innocent gesture but when you saw JJ’s cheeks heat up in surprise, you realized what you had done.

Trying to save yourself from the embarrassment, you quickly found somewhere to sit in the air conditioned parlor. JJ followed behind, a grin on his face and chocolate ice cream in his hand. You had chosen a booth thinking JJ would sit opposite of you but he didn’t. Instead, he sat right beside you, a small spoon between his teeth. He looked so good, sitting beside you with the dimming light from the window splashing across his face. You looked away, feeling overwhelmed.

“Am I squishing you?” He asked, eating another spoonful of ice cream.

You looked back at him, your cheeks on fire. “You can always move to the other side.”

JJ shook his head, watching you with a smile on his face. “Nah, I like where I am.”

You gulped, your ice cream untouched. “You can’t do that.”

JJ frowned, a glimmer of humour still in his eyes. “What do you mean?”

You sighed, your stomach churning. He made you so nervous, you couldn’t even eat ice cream. “You can’t flirt with me.” You scoop up a small piece of your ice cream and swallow it.

JJ shakes his head, the amusement still in his eyes. “I can’t help it.” His hand reaches for yours and you’re too slow to pull away. He lightly intertwines your fingers with his.

Your stomach lurches forward. You can’t do this. Love is always better in your head. Daydreaming about JJ felt so much different than having him actually interested in you. Love was too scary and daydreaming about your crush was always safer than falling in love. You wished you could go back to yesterday when he didn’t know you. You moved through the booth and stood up, looking to the door. You still didn’t want to be rude so you at least tried to say goodbye.

“I need to leave.” Your eyes move from the door to JJ’s face and you can tell he is trying to not act as hurt as he feels.

“If I’ve made you uncomfortable -”

“No,” You sigh, rubbing your temples. “It’s scary.”

JJ stands with you, his face neutral. “Y/N, I’m - shit.” You watch as JJ’s eyes move to the door behind you and you turn to look. You wonder if it’s Charlotte but then you hear laughter. It’s Kelce. You watch as he approaches an employee, probably asking for you. He doesn't see you yet and that’s only because the booth is blocking you and JJ. If he even takes one step forward, he will spot you and JJ.

JJ grabs you by the waist and pulls you past your table. Once you turn around, he lets go of your waist and grabs a hold of your hand, pulling you towards the back exit in the back of the parlor. You try to walk as fast as you can, knowing running will be too loud. JJ takes the lead this time, pushes the door open for you first. Unfortunately, you both never thought of where Rafe and Topper were. You both were so distracted by Kelce’s appearance, neither you or JJ thought that Rafe and Topper would be waiting at the backdoor for you. Once the door was open, Rafe held it open as Topper grabbed ahold of your arms and pinned them behind our back. You scream in surprise and in an effort to defend you, JJ lunges at Topper. Before he can, Rafe grabs a hold of him and hits him with a baseball bat. JJ’s body slams against the floor and you scream for him. Tears flood your face as you watch in astonishment at how cruel Rafe was being and how Topper was letting it happen.

“Rafe, you asshole!” You scream in horror as you watch Rafe kick JJ again in the abdomen.

Topper laughs at your screams, his cruelty at allowing this behaviour shocking you. Topper was always mean, but he wasn’t this far gone. At least, you didn’t think he was. “You want my sister dirty Pogue?”

JJ coughs, turning onto his back as he winces in pain. There’s a small smile on his face and you know he’s about to say something stupid. “If … she’ll have me.”

You want to smile at what he says but Rafe kicks him again and you feel the tears slide down your cheeks. “Please Rafe! Stop it! Stop!”

Your pleas fall on deaf ears as Rafe continues to kick and kick JJ until JJ is no longer smiling and instead trying to block Rafe’s foot. Your screams are hurting him more than any blow and he wishes, for a moment, that he didn’t enlist your help because now you have to watch him get his ass kicked. Finally, Rafe stops his assault on JJ and turns to you.

“Now everything makes sense. You never cheered for me because of him. You’ve got a little crush on this dirty Pogue.” He points his bat towards JJ.

You glare at Rafe, beyond angry at him. “You’re a psycho! Go to hell!”

Rafe rolls his eyes and steps over JJ to stand in front of you. “Not the shy girl we all know now.”

Topper lets go of you for a moment and you know he’s underestimated your anger. Before he can latch back onto you, you raise your arms forward and leap towards Rafe. You scratch at his face with your left hand and, before he can step back, punch him with your right hand. He stumbles back for a moment, disoriented, and this gives JJ enough time to stick his legs out to trip Rafe. Topper tries to hold you again but never gets the chance. JJ is up on his feet and pushes Topper off you, making him trip over his feet before he fell on the floor. You and JJ take this as a moment to run and you do, pushing yourself to run as fast as you could. Your body is already so sore from running today but you don’t let yourself slow down. Not until JJ does. He only slows down minutes later when the both of you are blocks away from Rafe or Topper.

“Holy shit.” You breathe out, placing your hands on your knees. You try to take even breaths in and out so that you don’t hyperventilate.

JJ stays quiet, only the sound of him breathing. His entire body is sore and he can already feel the bruises start to form from where Rafe kicked him. When he finally catches his breath, he straightens his back and looks at you. He wants to smile but he is too sore from everything. He wonders if he can call John B and ask him if he can crash at his place. He knows the answer will be yes but first, he has to deal with you. There’s something that Rafe was saying that caught his attention and now he needs to know.

“What did Rafe mean back there?”

You instantly know what he means and you tense. You straighten your back to meet his gaze, completely embarrassed but knowing you had to tell him the truth. “Whenever you and Rafe fought at parties, people would always cheer for him but I never did. He figured I had a crush on you.”

JJ nodded, his heart beat picking up at the thought of you liking him. He had only met you today but if he knew you liked him even a fraction as much as he liked you, he would tell you. “And do you?”

You blink, hesitating. You don’t want to admit what JJ knows to be true. You’re mortified at the thought of JJ knowing how obsessed you’ve been about him. “I - well,” You gulp, not exactly knowing how to tell him he’s the only person you have been thinking about for the past six months.

JJ steps closer to you and you instinctively step back. You’re so scared. He notices this and stops himself from stepping forward again. “Oh, nevermind.” He clasps his hands together, embarrassed he even asked.

You want to scream for him but you can’t find the words. This entire situation is too new to you and instead, you stay quiet as you watch JJ think you don’t like him. You feel terrible, especially knowing that you do like him but you hate feeling vulnerable. You look to the sky and watch as it turns into a deep orange. When you look back at JJ, it looks as though he has recovered.

“Well, it’s good you don’t because I don’t need your help anymore. Here,” He fishes through his pocket and hands you five 10 dollar bills. “You can go.”

You don’t know what to say. Instead, you hold back tears as you turn around and start to walk. You don’t know where you’re going or what you plan on doing when you get there but you can’t be here. Every time you look at JJ, you feel as though your heart will break. For a moment, you think it has.

You don’t know how but you found yourself back at the park. As you sat down on the same park bench, a wave of deja vu hit you like a ton of bricks. You used to come here almost everyday and it was a spot where you could relax. Where your mind didn’t wander to thoughts of JJ but now, your mind was consumed by him. It was a curse. You had spent six months fawning over him like a lost puppy and now that you knew him, and he seemed as interested in you as you were to him, you grew too scared. You wanted to slap yourself. Why were you so shy?

You heard a small rustle of leaves behind you. Still spooked from everything that had happened, you turn around as quickly as you can. When you meet the gaze of the person behind you, you calm down. It’s Charlotte. She seems to be slightly annoyed by how jumpy you are but then again, she’s a touron and doesn’t know what has happened to you today.

“What do you want?” You ask, your voice riddled with annoyance. She had started this entire mess and if it wasn’t for her blabbing to Rafe, JJ would have never been hurt.

She said nothing as she moved around the bench you sat at and stood in front of you. When she was finally in front of you, she spoke. “Can I sit?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know, are you gonna tattle to Rafe?”

Charlotte rolled her eyes and, taking your response as a yes, sat down beside you. “You’re not dating JJ.”

You look at her, not bothering to defend yourself. In truth, the act had been dropped a long time ago. You were never acting with JJ. “No. How did you know?”

Charlotte smirked. “You looked like you were gonna vomit from nerves when he was holding your hand.”

You rolled your eyes, a small smile written across your lips. “That obvious, huh?”

Charlotte nodded. “Yup. But I know you like him.”

Your stomach drops. How obvious were you really? If she could tell all of that from your facial expressions, you needed to work on hiding your emotions. “Everyone likes JJ.” You try to deny the accusation by not confirming it but it’s already clear to Charlotte.

Charlotte raises her brows. “I mean, you like, like him. I know you do.”

You shrug. “Whatever.” You waited for the teasing to come but it never did. “Why do you even care? Why be this nice when hours ago, you were more than fine with letting Rafe beat up JJ?”

Charlotte frowned. “I was fucking embarrassed. My boyfriend broke up with me and I wanted to blame JJ. Why do you think Rafe and his goons aren’t chasing you right now? I told them to lay off.”

You roll your eyes. “Wow,” you say sarcastically. “Thanks.”

Charlotte shrugs. “You don’t have to like me, but I’m trying to fix my mistake.”

You look away from her for a moment, trying to calm yourself. You wanted to be mad at her but the shy girl in you that hates confrontation wanted to drop it. “Why are you here?”

You can hear the smirk in Charlotte’s voice before you even have the chance to look back at her. “I know he likes you too.”

You raise your brows, shocked she was this observant. When you look back at her, you speak. “How do you know?”

Charlotte shrugged. “The way he looked at you.”

Your eyebrows pull together in confusion. “I don’t understand.”

Charlotte finally looked to you, her face soft for the first time. “When you threw that book at Topper, most people would have thought that to be reckless but JJ looked like he absolutely adored you then and there.”

You smile at her, your opinion about her slowly starting to change. “I’m scared. I’ve never… you know…”

Charlotte nodded, catching on quickly. “Love is scary but love brings people joy and happiness. Everything that is hard, is worth it.”

You feel your eyes tear up. You know she is right and you know what to do. “I have to go.”

Charlotte smiles, watching as you get up from your seat on the bench. Go get ‘em, tiger.”

As you ran through the bushes and grassy hills of the park towards the Wreck, JJ was already there; watching as Kie cleaned up after the last of the customers for the day. He had never felt like this. Truly, he wondered what you had done to him because his mind couldn’t stop itself from thinking of you. As he watched Kie scrub the grill, clearly in desperate need of help, he just sat and watched, too upset over what had happened through the course of the day.

At first, he had thought making you tag along was a bad idea since you never asked for it but the more time he spent with you, the more he was grateful he had someone like you to talk to. He liked you for so many reasons and one of them was that you saw him for more than he was. JJ had so much potential but not many people were willing to give him that chance. You let him speak and you never made him feel ashamed for doing so. And now, just his luck, when he started to think you liked him, you did not. He wished things were different, but he knew he couldn’t force you to like him. Especially since you were a Kook.

Finally, Kie slammed the brush against the grill, exasperated. “Hey, J! Be a pal and scrap this crap off.”

JJ looked up from the ground, his eyes glossy. “Yeah. Sure.”

Kie watched in confusion as JJ dragged his feet towards her, looking very glum. She wanted to ask what was wrong but before she could, the front door to the Wreck opened and you stormed in. Of course, Kie didn’t recognize you and since JJ’s back was turned to the door, he didn’t turn around. Kie, thinking it was another customer, spoke politely. “Sorry, we’re closed.”

“I need to speak to JJ.” You say, watching as JJ’s back stiffens.

The second he hears your voice, his ears perk up. You wonder if he has the same effect on you and you know the truth. When he turns around, as slow as ever, there’s a small smirk on his face. He doesn’t fool you anymore and you know you have hurt him but you remind yourself not to dwell on it, You’re here now and you hope you can repair your relationship with him.

“Let’s talk outside.” JJ instructs, walking past you and trying his best to slow his racing heart. He had no idea why you were here and what you wanted from him but he tried to stay calm. If you were just here to hurt him more, he would be sure to stay strong.

When you closed the door after JJ, the both of you said nothing. You had only thought so far ahead and now, you were struggling to find the words to tell JJ how you felt. Thankfully, he filled the silence by rambling.

“I’m not sorry for dragging you along. I had an amazing time with you and regret nothing. And if you’re here to rub it in my face that a player like me falls for the first girl he -”

“JJ!” You raise your voice, watching as the boy is startled by your yelling. “I’ve never had a boyfriend. I don’t know what this is like. I’ve never had to put myself out there. It was always hanging out with my friends or reading and I was fine with that because I couldn’t get hurt. But I also found my life incredibly boring because there wasn’t much love in it. I’m here though and I’m being vulnerable so please don’t let me down.”

JJ says nothing for a moment, blinking away tears. “I won’t. But you have to tell me what you want.”

You take a deep breath. “What do I want right now?” You ask, watching as JJ nodded his head. You say the first thing that comes to mind. “I want you to kiss me.”

JJ smiles, stepping forward. This time, you don’t step away. You let yourself be with JJ in this moment. “I think that can be arranged.”

When your lips capture his, it’s magic and neither of you are too fast because you know there will be more times like this from now on.

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47-shades-of-hitman · 4 years ago

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Twelve days of Agent 47 | Day 2

Day 2 - Home for Christmas

[Originally posted here]

[12 days Masterlist]

You visit your parents for the holidays and assure 47 of some things.

Warnings: Implied sex

Agent 47 straightened his tie, fingering the silk of the accessory admiringly. He found it most endearing that you had picked it out for him with so much love and care.

The silver cufflinks looked wonderful on his sleeves, and combined with the shimmering pin on his new tie, it was a complete different look from what he was used to. He looked sleeker, even more elegant than usual.

You appeared on the doorstep of the bedroom, abashed by the handsome appearance of your lover in front of you. It was surprising how often the sight could still take your breath away. Fiddling with the skirt of your dress, you mused a soft: “How do I look?”

47 looked away from the mirror to face you, and his heart leapt in his chest. The colour of your knee-length dress matched the colour of his forest green tie perfectly, being the exact shade, as if it had been made out of the same material. And then, the jewellery he had gifted you. You were picture-perfect – still, to him, you always were, jewellery or not.

“Absolutely beautiful.” he said, his voice warm and laced with a sincere tone reserved purely for you. You smiled softly and stepped towards him, laying a hand on his smooth cheek, rubbing at his jaw gently.

“So do you.” you sighed. “Are you ready to go?”

“Whenever you are.” he replied.

You pressed your crimson-painted lips to his and you giggled upon pulling back and finding them stained with your lipstick. You thumbed it away and gleamed up at him.

“I’m just so happy that we finally get to celebrate Christmas with all of my family.”

Saying it out loud made you realize that the pair of you hadn’t seen your family for such a long time, let alone together.

You were the oldest out of three and your siblings were way further on the area of relationships – your brother Daniel had welcomed a second baby with his wife about three months ago, and your sister Maisie had recently engaged herself to her girlfriend. Being the oldest, you would get bombarded with questions about when 47 and you were going to tie the knot, but you had learned to let those questions slip off of you.

Heading to the hall, you fetched your coat. Agent 47 donned his and grabbed the car keys off the dresser near the door. Upon your way outside, 47 halted you by putting a hand on your arm. “There’s some lipstick on your…” he pointed at your cheek and you quickly brushed it away. He mused a soft ‘no’ when you asked him if it was gone, and he rubbed his index finger over your skin.

The gesture made you blush and you thanked him. Finally making way to the car, you stepped outside in the crisp snow, feeling it creak under your heels.

“You’re looking ravishing, 47.” you breathed as you sat down in the shotgun seat, fastening your seatbelt.

“Well, I do have to look good if I’ve got such a gorgeous girlfriend. Those are the rules.”

The flirty comment was unusual and caused your heart to crawl into your throat. You flushed almost as red as your lipstick.

“Oh, you’re being sappy.”

He quirked a rare smile and drove off.

The trip to your parents normally took roughly half an hour, but thanks to the snow, it took ten minutes longer. It was already becoming dark outside when 47 pulled up into the driveway.

He turned off the engine and the pan with leftover stew you had placed in between your legs on the floor of the car rattled a bit as the engine's soft vibrating ceased. You put a hand on his thigh and softly squeezed.

Behind the doors of your parents’ home, his name was Tobias Rieper. He was ten years younger than he actually was, because otherwise your parents would question his outstanding physique and lack of aging on his face. And for his work, he was a spokesperson for a prominent company, hence why he had to travel so much and why he was rarely home.

Who knew what your parents would think if they found out that you had invited an assassin into your home and bed five years ago…

He put his hand on yours and squeezed it just as tight – a final reassurance right before entering.

Getting out of the car, you grabbed the pan and was greeted with a creak of hinges – the front door stood open, welcoming and bright like it always had been, whenever you needed anything.

The scent of food flooded your senses and your nephew soon stood at your feet, hugging your legs tightly.

“Auntie (Y/n)!”

“Hey there, Jules!” you greeted the four-year-old boy, “Look at you, in that fancy suit!”

He shyly giggled up at you. “Did Santa bring you presents, too?”

“Of course,” you said, “Uncle Tobias is grabbing them from the trunk. Why don’t you go say hi to him? I’m going to bring this food to granny now, okay?”

He didn’t answer you, instead running over to 47, who was already holding a bag filled with carefully wrapped presents. You smiled as you heard Jules happily greeting his uncle whilst you headed to the kitchen. You felt at peace upon seeing your mother checking on the turkey and you placed the pan onto the stove gingerly.

“Hey, ma.” you greeted, and she put her hand on her heart, as your sudden arrival had spooked her a little. Sharing a home with a hitman had made you almost forget that your footsteps were quiet – at least to ordinary people.

“Oh, sweetie, you startled me.” “I’m sorry ma.” She hugged you tightly and you inhaled her familiar scent, something you missed quite often if you were being honest.

“You look beautiful. Oh, and your necklace! It brings out your eyes beautifully!”

A bashful smile tugged at your lips. “Thank you, ma. You look dashing yourself!”

She waved her hand in the air. “Oh, stop it, you!” Your mother wore the same dress she had been wearing on Christmas day for the past thirty-five years, at least as far as you remembered. You had never seen her in a different fancy dress, but you didn’t mind. It made you nostalgic, if anything.

Agent 47 appeared next to you and your mother smiled at him. “Oh, Tobias! How have you been, darling?”

She embraced him and he awkwardly hugged her back. “Ah, I’ve been wonderful, thank you Mrs (L/n).”

“How often do I have to keep saying it? It’s Guinevere. You’ve been part of the family for long enough!” She patted him on the nose with the back of the wooden ladle she was holding, soon turning back to her pans. 47 shared an unsure look with you, but you could only smirk in amusement.

“You two go check on your siblings, alright? I believe little Tilly has just awoken. She has been sleeping in pa’s arms so cutesy, really (Y/n), you need to see the pictures!”

“Of course!” you laughed, taking 47’s hand and leading him to the living room. The fireplace was blazing brightly and your brother was just keeping Jules well away from it when you entered.

“Hey everybody, Merry Christmas!”

“(Y/n)!” your sister Maisie cheered, leaving her fiancée’s side to hug you tight. “You two are looking like a dream!”

She gave 47 a quick hug – he wasn’t one for physical contact and she knew that. Maisie’s lover Charlotte stood and greeted you too, albeit a bit unnaturally. She was still a bit shy around you, even though she had been around for two years now.

After greeting everyone, your mother called everyone around the table. With the growing family, it had been expanded with a small table on the side of it, where Jules sat with his mother Sarah, so she could keep an eye on both him and the baby.

On the menu was turkey, salad, mashed potatoes, and a whole lot of other things you absolutely loved. Under the table, your hand rested on 47’s lap, squeezing his leg every so often to remind him that you were aware of his presence despite your small-talk with your family.

As you had expected, the subject of marriage came onto the table quite soon, seeing as your mother became entirely engrossed in the silver engagement ring around Charlotte’s finger – and it didn’t take long for her to divert her attention to your relationship with 47.

“Say, (Y/n), what do you think of the ring?”

“I think it’s pretty.” you said, talking a sip of wine.

“Wouldn’t you like one of your own, then?”

You sighed mentally and shrugged. “Tobias doesn’t need to give me a ring to prove to me that he loves me.” 47 hummed out a pleasant sound that made your toes tingle, soft enough to be heard only by you. “He does it through different ways.”

Your sister whistled through her teeth, smirking, and it made your mother a bit flustered. “Oh, Maisie, you’re thirty years old, grow up!”

You laughed lightly, shaking your head. “It’s alright, ma.” 47’s hand came to rest atop yours and you turned your palm so that you could intertwine your fingers. “I just love him for who he is. A ring won’t make a difference in that.”

It was true – time and time again, you had proven that you loved him unconditionally. And if 47 eventually decided to put an official title to it, sealing your relationship with marriage, than you’d take it with both hands.

But for now, this was all you ever wanted, and even more than that.

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keanureevesisbae · 4 years ago

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The Tran-Cavill Grandkids

Henry = 79 / Olivia = 70 / Vanessa = 47 / Elodie = 40 / Heather and Chloe are 36

Olivia: We have 8 grandchildren. It has been sixteen years since I first became a grandmother, but I still have to get used to it.

Henry: I love being a granddad. I love everything about it, especially when they all come over and we have seventeen people over.

Oliver (16)

Olivia: Oliver is Chloe’s and Joon Ki’s first son and our oldest grandson. Chloe was still in college and scared out of her mind when she found out she was pregnant. I stayed over in her dorm from her twenty fifth week of pregnancy to the thirtieth, since poor thing was suffering from a lot of panic attacks and because of their different schedules, Joon Ki and her friends couldn’t be there for her. I forgot how disgusting those dorms were. After that, she took online classes, because she was really fatigued and uncomfortable. She stayed at our place again up until the birth.

Henry: When Oliver was born, my life stopped for a moment. I was officially a granddad. I mean, I always knew I wanted to become a father, but a granddad… I never really thought that far into the future. But Oliver is such a wonderful young man. Takes his job as the oldest grandchild very seriously.

Olivia: He comes over a lot, since our house is on the route when he goes home after school. He helps us with some chores or just comes over to drink some tea with us. Oliver even offers to do groceries for us every Saturday.

Dylan (14)

Henry: Dylan is Vanessa’s and Trey’s first son. We were delighted that we were going to be grandparents of two boys. However, it was pretty hard for Vanessa and that absolutely broke my heart. My poor girl was in a lot of pain and discomfort and there was nothing I could do about it.

Olivia: Vanessa became dehydrated pretty early on in her pregnancy, forcing her to quit her job. I actually quit my job too, because I realized that I needed to be there for her.

Henry: Finally, after all those years of her saying that just because I am rich, doesn’t mean she should stop working.

Olivia: Anyways, my poor baby was really out of it and I moved in with her and Trey for a while, because they obviously needed to prepare a lot for the arrival of their little boy. So Henry and Trey decorated the entire nursery, while Vanessa and I tried to come up with a birth plan, me telling her about the whole giving birth thing and how scary it can be. We even went to a few therapy sessions, simply to put her mind at ease.

Henry: However, Dylan was born ten weeks too early and it was a trying time for all of us. We spend so much time in the NICU. Thankfully the entire family stepped in to help Vanessa and Trey out. Dylan was a pretty weak baby, also really tiny and had troubles eating. Though he was sick and tired pretty often, he grew out to be such an amazing kid, who understands the limits he has and despite that, still manages to participate in certain sports. We are so proud of him.

Megan (9)

Olivia: It took five years before Vanessa got pregnant again and thankfully this pregnancy was easier on her. We were so excited when we found out she was pregnant with a little girl! Our first granddaughter. Megan is such a bright young lady. When she was four, she saw a picture of Henry having a tea parties with her aunts when they were around her age. The next time she came over, she brought a dress and her cups and saucers and forced Henry to partake.

Henry: I thought those days were over, but I’m a push over and I couldn’t say no to her. Megan is such a happy go lucky kid, with the most infectious giggle. I remember when she was a baby, she started to giggle and didn’t stop. Nowadays, she can just stare at you, before bursting out in a fit of giggles. She also forces me to dance with her, but thankfully every Tran-Cavill girl tells her that it’s for the best that I don’t dance.

Jake (8)

Henry: Jake is Chloe’s second second and that is one special kid. He was already dancing in the womb, according to the sonographer. I think he was only two months when I was playing some music in the background and Jake was in his seat. He started to move his arms right on the beat!

Olivia: He is now going to dance classes and I have to say: that kid knows how dance. He can appear to be a bit more introverted, isn’t really in your face when they come over to visit. All in all, he is a pretty timid kid, but the second he hears music or is on a stage, he dances his heart out. So amazingly talented! When he visits, he always gives us little previews of the dances he taught in class.

Kiki (4)

Henry: Heather was never the type of woman that dated. She was always more focused on her own career. It did shock me when she told us that she got pregnant and that she had to tell her boyfriend about it, since we all had no clue that she was even dating someone. Not even her own twin sister knew!

Olivia: What a fucking doorknob that guy was. Heather wanted me to join her, when she would tell this Tom dude she was pregnant. Turns out she really is a daughter of mine, because she found herself a man that is the spitting image of Wesley, appearance wise and personality wise. He got so mad when she told him and even had the audacity to tell Heather that she got knocked up by someone else. He really wasn’t hiding the fact that he was an idiot, because he told my sweet Heather all that, when I was right next to her! Long story short, I broke them up, slapped Tom in the face and threatened to kill him if he ever sought out to her or the baby.

Henry: That’s my girl.

Olivia: But Heather is a real trooper and manages to take care of Kiki just fine. Thankfully we love her dearly and didn’t kick her out, because she got pregnant out of wedlock (like my parents and brothers did). We are the go to baby sitter for Kiki and it’s so much fun to pick her up from school. It reminds me of the times that we would pick up our own girls from school.

Henry: Kiki is such a happy go lucky little girl. She is a ray of sunshine and we are so lucky and grateful that she is in our lives and that that idiot Tom is not. I fear the day that I run into him, because I will throw him in front of a bus. Accidentally of course.

Olivia: Henry, honey, remember: you’re nearing the ripe age of eighty. What if you break a hip or your wrist?

Lewis (14)

Olivia: So, Katie, Elodie’s wife, used to teach English in Secondary school, but after she lost her job, since her school had to close, she became a substitute for three months at another school. That’s where she met nine year old Lewis. According to her, he was a shy kid, but every day after school, he’d linger around the classroom and talked to Katie. He would help her out with cleaning up, make his homework and often they would walk out of the school together.

Henry: Unfortunately she had to leave after three months and according to her, it was pretty hard leaving Lewis. Two weeks after she left the school, she got a call in the middle of the night. The principal of that school informed her that Lewis was removed from his home by the police. The neighbors called it in, since they heard the abuse going on. Later on, it turned out that Lewis was the victim of abuse on a daily basis. He lingered in Katie’s class room to postpone the moment of going home to his father. He was in desperate need of someone who would take him into emergency foster care.

Olivia: However the only person he wanted to stay with, was Katie, so she and Elodie took him in. It was supposed to be for a week, but a week turned into a month and after a nasty trial, they officially adopted Lewis on his tenth birthday!

Henry: I remember him coming over for the first time. Maybe it was a bit mean to let him meet everyone at once, but despite his nerves, he managed quite well. Now we know Lewis as such a hardworking young man, who desperately tries to help others and makes sure that they can reach their full potential.

Stella (8)

Olivia: Elodie and Katie got into foster care a whole lot more seriously after they adopted Lewis and three years ago, they had to foster Stella, who had lost both of her parents in a tragic accident and there wasn’t anyone that could care for her. I remember Elodie and Katie having a bit of trouble with Stella, because she would lock herself up in her room and not talk to anyone.

Henry: It was hard, but Lewis swooped right in and the two of them had such long conversations. I think it was because of him that Stella opened up to her moms, but also to the rest of the family. She and Lewis are definitely partners in crime. She is quite something. Very mischievous and sneaky. She loves to scare people, hiding behind doors, but she doesn’t do it to us (thankfully), because she is afraid will scare ourselves a heart attack. So considerate.

Olivia: In a lot of ways she reminds me of Vanessa. She is very eloquent and uses fancy words to throw you off guard. I love taking her out with me, because, just like Vanessa, she “whispers" something to you (most likely she’s gossiping), but the people she is talking about, can always hear it. I know I shouldn’t condone this, but I love the faces of the people when they hear Stella say: ‘Grandma, why is that woman wearing those shoes? The straps are too tight. She looks like a ham.’

Henry: You allow that? You should discipline her.

Olivia: I have been raising kids since I was twenty three and I always made sure to discipline them. Now that I’m a grandma, I can let it slide for a few times.

Charlotte (2)

Henry: And last but not least, little Charlotte. They fostered her since she was a year and officially adopted her six months ago. We don’t know exactly what happened to her, since she was abandoned at around nine months. No one actually knows what her exact age is, let alone her birthday.

Olivia: It’s such a shame that something this horrendous could happen to such a precious little bean. She is, despite the things that happened to her, a lovely young girl, who kind of reminds me a lot of Elodie. A bit shy, a bit quiet and not a smiler.

Henry: Definitely not a smiler to strangers at all, but when she does… She’s so precious. Lewis and Stella are really good with her as well. These two were made to be older siblings. I can’t wait to see what kind of girl Charlotte becomes!

◎◎◎

Olivia: We are so blessed with our beautiful grandchildren and it’s my goal to become at least a hundred years old, so I can see every single one of them at least graduate!

Henry: And I want to hold my great-grandchild, so yeah, I agree, my love. We should become at least a hundred years old.

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tracybirds · 4 years ago

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Don’t talk to me about timelines XD lockdown 3.0 was an unpleasant surprise but it did give me some fun fodder to play with. Missing from this were the stream of Valentines to Covid that spread around my section of NZ social media XD I was tempted to make Scott write some, but alas it didn’t fit. Obviously plenty has been fudged, it’s definitely not meant to be taken too seriously and more allows me to collect together some of the mixed emotions of getting a five hour countdown to lockdown D: That was not fun lol like far out, and we had to prepped for remote learning by 9am the next day. Scott is not allowed to complain further in his swanky apartment and no job XDD

In all seriousness, this is Scott’s story for FabFiveFeb2021, hosted by the ever lovely @gumnut-logic (Happy Birthday! still the right day in Aus, I didn’t miss it right :0 either way *hugs*** and I hope it was a nice day :DD)

Prompt used was “Are you kidding?” - it really resonated on Sunday evening ahaha (okay I will stop rambling in my defense it’s post midnight and I have feverishly pummelled this out in a couple of hours, it had been itching at me all day.... I missed that feeling :DDD)

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Scott was International Rescue through and through, but in the murky waters of the central business district, he thrived.

It was a closed meeting, stretching into the long shadowy hours of the evening. Legal advisors quibbled over clauses while Scott exchanged pleasantries with the company representatives, talking up his local ties to New Zealand’s City of Sails.

“My Dad taught me to sail, right out there in the harbour, you know.”

A casual remark but carefully designed to make himself seem approachable and down-to-earth, just another “one of the guys”. His associate had also sailed once, a national representative in his youth, although time and his new habit of lunch meetings had left those days long in the past.

Personal connections made more money than the lawyers in the background ever could, and Scott prided himself on the homegrown touch.

“Mine too,” said the jovial, middle aged man. “Although I reckon it wasn’t near as pretty a yacht as yours. I’ve read up on you as well, you know.”

Scott laughed, clapping the man on the shoulder.

“Len, I knew we’d get on. What do you say to dinner? This has been going on for far too long.”

“I know a great place that keeps a table reserved for me. Even on Valentine’s.”

“I’m flattered.” He nodded to Van Zyl briefly before addressing the small crowd.

“Ladies, gentlemen. You’ve done some good work, and it’s been a long one. We’ll leave it here for the night and reconfer in the morning.”

He acknowledged the tired smiles and leaned back and listened as the chatter evolved from the dry intricacies of patent law into cheery conversation of dinner plans and family time ahead.

He turned and looked out at the city, lights starting to turn on in the early evening light. The sun wouldn’t set for another half hour or so and he wanted to make the most of what they had left in the day.

So did the rest of the Auckland population it seemed. Cars were flooding into the area, people starting to stream into office buildings.

“So, Federal Street?”

“Len, what’s going on down there?” he asked, jabbing a finger down at the street below.

“Sorry?”

He and Len watched, dumbfounded as the office buildings lit up one by one, lights turning on and off again mere minutes later.

“Mr Tracy! Mr Van Zyl!”

“Charlotte, what is it? What’s happening?”

“Oh, Scott, I mean, Mr Tracy, sorry sir.”

“Charlotte. Take a breath,” commanded Scott, letting the authority of Thunderbird One bleed into his voice. “Tell us what’s happened.”

Charlotte shook her head, her hand creeping up over her mouth. She handed him her tablet.

“It’s a civil defence lockdown, effective midnight.”

A cold dread crept up Scott’s spine.

“Tonight?!”

Len pulled out a comm beside him and started dialling. The person on the other end picked up at the first ring, and dimly Scott could hear her calm, measured voice transmitted through the device.

“Can I help?” he asked, still staring at the stark words on the page.

“I… uh... help? Sir?”

“With the civil defence response, with the company, I don’t know!” He looked up, desperation in his eyes. “What can I do to help?”

Charlotte shook her head, pressing her lips together tightly.

“Mr Tracy, we have an isolation response in place, at your father’s request. Leave the board to organise the company, you need to get home and…”

“No.”

Charlotte’s voice pitched up a near octave.

“Sir, I must insist…”

“There are lockdown protocols on the island as well,” snapped Scott. “I can’t just go home, risk my family, my Grandma.”

She shook her head again.

“You can’t help here. They’ve done it before. It’s Level Three, people will be able to collect gear tomorrow if needed, we’re set up for remote offices and the last thing people need is you dilly-dallying in the top office.”

A loud shrieking alarm pierced through her final words and Scott flinched at the sound.

Len yelped next to him, dropping his comm with a curse.

“Damn emergency alerts, don’t they know the whole country has heard by now? Why do they just SHUT UP!” he bellowed at the still beeping comm. “It’s so unnecessary, the first time we went under, I thought we were about to evacuate for a volcanic eruption. Staying home, it’s hardly an emergency.”

Charlotte did little to hide her scorn, but Scott smothered a smile as he read through the full message.

“Okay, fine,” he said at last. “I can bunker down at the apartment for a few days.”

“Weeks, I’d be prepping for,” interrupted Len. “Hard to say of course, but they keep extending them.”

“You know why we do it,” said Charlotte, coolly.

He shrugged. “Doesn’t mean I have to pretend it’s a holiday like everyone else seems to do.”

“Well, there never was any rest for the wicked, they say,” quipped Scott.

Len barked a sudden laugh.

“You’re alright, Tracy. Shame about how this ended, I’d have liked a bite with you.”

“Well, there’s always next time. Maybe we’ll find time for a shared celebration after all this.”

“My treat, Tracy, my treat,” he said with a chuckle. “Take care now.”

Scott nodded a farewell and turned back to Charlotte.

“You’re going to be fine?”

“I’ll go stay with my Mum,” she said, easily. “She doesn’t like to be in her house alone, and I can’t say I blame her. Holotech’s just not the same as being there, you know?”

“I certainly do,” said Scott, thinking of his brothers, hundreds of kilometres away. “Thank you, Charlotte, I’ll be seeing you.”

“Good luck, Scott.”

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The downtown apartment was a mere fifteen minute walk from Tracy Tower, but with Charlotte’s words echoing in the back of his mind, the thought of potentially weeks stuck in an incredibly well furnished, yet incredibly unstocked apartment plaguing him, he opted to swing past the local supermarket. Located at the heart of the city, it was never quiet at the best of times but this was unlike anything Scott had ever seen.

The tension in the packed shop was thick as the throng that filled it. Over half the customers were already wearing masks, glaring suspiciously at those who had gone without and Scott self-consciously tugged his rain jacket higher.

Essentials, he thought wildly, just eggs and milk and bread and….

There was no bread. No flour either and the confectionary aisle was already looking sparse. He grabbed a few chocolate bars and threw them in the basket.

“Excuse me,” he said, waving down a frantic and wild-eyed shop assistant. “Do you have any bread out back?”

“No way man, haven’t you heard? Lockdown hits in like three hours, people are going mental.”

“But I don’t have any food at home, I was meant to be flying back tomorrow morning.”

The shop assistant, Ariki as his name badge proclaimed him, grimaced in sympathy.

“That’s hard luck that is. You don’t live in Auckland?”

“No, I don’t. But I won’t be able to get home now either.”

He nodded, like he’d heard it before.

“You’re thinking this is like last year, aren’t you?”

“I, uh, yes.”

“Right,” said Ariki, still nodding along with him. “Right, well it’s not quite the same so don’t stress out. Look, you can still get takeaways this time, we’ll be restocked tomorrow and all the real crazies–” he nodded towards a pair who were arguing over what looked like the last can of baked beans, “–yeah, they’ll be tucked up at home, refusing to take a step outside, it’ll be sweet as.”

Scott stared at him, then looked over at the line snaking through the frozen food aisle, between the meat and dairy and coiling up in the sad looking and so-called fresh produce.

The two chocolate bars and eggs he’s managed to grab hardly seemed worth it at all.

“I can put those back if you want.”

“Yeah,” said Scott, dazedly. “Yeah, thanks that’s be great.”

Ariki smirked a little.

“We’re reopening at seven, yeah? I’ll see you then.”

“Thanks again,” called Scott as he hurried from the shop.

The rain that had been threatening its arrival all weekend was starting to appear, and Scott hurried home, ducking his head down and shoving his hands in his pockets. He knew there’d be enough food for at least his dinner tonight and Ariki was right, he could sort the rest in the morning.

A swipe of his keycard, and he shut out the world with a muffled slam of the door and a sigh.

He shucked off his rain jacket, not bothering to hang it up, and trudged into the kitchen. It wasn’t like there’d be anyone around to complain for a while and he was starving. Lunch, the little afternoon tea nibbles they’d provided, even his last coffee felt like it had been drunken in another life.

Dinner, then finally he’d call home.

He didn’t doubt they already knew what was happening, was probably wondering why he hadn’t called, but none of them had even been swept up in the chaos of lockdown preparations.

He stared blankly in front of the fridge, the cold, bluish light illuminating him in the dark room. The sun had fully set by now, and the last vestiges of twilight had given way to the true, deep night with the onset of rainfall.

His carefully defrosting steak wasn’t on the shelf, and he looked around him in confusion, wondering if he’d accidentally left the meat out on the bench. He was hungry enough that he didn’t think he’d care and his stomach was well practiced at digesting the indigestible, bug and all.

On the kitchen counter was a neat pile: a plate, used utensils and cooking equipment all stacked together, waiting to be washed.

Scott blinked.

“Oh, hey, Scott,” called Gordon’s cheerful voice from behind him.

Scott whirled around, gaping at his younger brother, suddenly in their New Zealand apartment and not where he ought to have been – namely a thousand odd kilometres north east of the kitchen they were standing in.

“Are you kidding me?”

“What?”

“You,” Scott shouted, jabbing a finger towards Gordon. “You ate my dinner!”

“Oh, crap.”

Gordon bolted a split second before Scott charged at him, yelling wildly with all his might.

“Scott, I’m sorry, it was – shit, I mean – come on, it was past nine, I thought you’d been out, and I, oh damn, I, Scott, damn it, I’m not dressed.”

“I don’t care, you ate my food, have you seen the grocery stores? It’s absolute chaos, you traitor, you can go out and get me something, put some pants on and move.”

Gordon yelped as he dove over the couch.

“Okay, I can see there’s been some errors in judgement here,” said Gordon, panting. “I’m sorry, Scott, I really am.”

Scott glared.

“Not good enough.” He paused, eyeing Gordon as he cowered behind the sofa. “What are you even doing here?”

“Uh, excuse me?”

“Here. What are you doing in Auckland?”

“Happy birthday to me too, love you bro, congrats on surviving another year.”

“You came to Auckland for your birthday?”

“Yeah.” Gordon sat up cautiously. “Couldn’t exactly see Penny, and it’s not like there’s many other places that will let us in.”

“I thought we counted as a US territory.”

“John cleared it with someone, I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Didn’t want to be stuck at home for my birthday. And look how that turned out.”

He did look extraordinarily sorry for himself.

Scott sighed, and reached out a hand.

“Go get some damn pants on,” he grumbled. “And go look for Virgil’s emergency snacks, I know he stores them everywhere.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“I mean it, don’t you dare come back unless you bring me food.”

Gordon snorted.

“Sure, wouldn’t want to provoke the wrath of a starving Scooter.”

Scott jerked his body towards Gordon, and smirked as he bolted up the stairs towards the bedrooms, before sinking down into the cushions and closing his eyes.

The comm beeped gently, a stark contrast from the blaring alert from earlier.

“Hey,” he said, opening an eye as Virgil was projected in front of him.

“Tell me you’re not–”

“Oh, I am.”

“Gordon too?”

“Yep.”

“Damn.”

“Tell me about it.”

They were both quiet for few seconds, thinking about how rapidly the world had seemed to shift around them.

“I suppose it’s only for a few days,” began Virgil, but Scott was already shaking his head.

“We gotta do the full two weeks. After that, we ought to be able to clear an exit with the harbourmaster and the coast guard, even if it’s not over, but we can’t come back earlier. The only reason we could move freely before without our helmets is because–”

“Preaching to the choir, Scott. I get it.”

“You gonna be alright without us?”

Virgil shrugged. “Rescues are down what with more people staying at home. Alan and I can handle the small change, and Kayo’s been itching for some POD practice recently. We’ll manage. Besides, you’re the one stuck with Gordon.”

“Hey!”

“Food,” growled Scott and Gordon threw a muesli bar and a tube of M&Ms at him.

“Is that mine?”

“Gordon ate my dinner and the shops were out of everything,” grumbled Scott. “Blame him.”

“It’s my birthday, I don’t deserve this.”

“Cry me a river.”

“Alright, don’t kill each other before the two weeks is up. John’s already organised a betting pool, don’t give him the satisfaction of winning again, he’ll be insufferable.”

“Oh, he’s on,” said Gordon, grinning. “Tell him I put fifty bucks on Scott tipping me out of bed or off the couch by the end of the week.”

“Got it.”

“You can’t bet against us,” said Scott, mumbling around the chocolate. “I thought you were on my side.”

“You tried to murder me over a steak.”

“The jury would have never convicted.”

“Okay, I can see you two are going to have a fun time,” said Virgil, loudly over their bickering. “See you in two weeks.”

He didn’t wait for a response. After all, two weeks was a smidge outside even his patience.

#scott tracy #thunderbirds are go #gordon tracy #virgil tracy #sometimes i fic

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the-dc-killjoy · 4 years ago

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4x12 - Old Souls

Wynonna Earp's over. I'll do pretty much anything to get another season, but shows (not that I think that this show could ever get to that point. id still love WE even if it turned into whatever Grey's Anatomy's doing rn) shouldn't overstay their welcome. If this is the end, than it was a damn fine ending!

The cute.

I've been watching Martina sing since I was 11 years old, and it still puts a smile on my face. Rachel was iconic as always, and I'm gonna miss the most recent addition to the Earp family. I can just imagine the chaos of her, her not really but kind of boyfriend, and Randy Nedley on a tiny boat in the middle of nowhere. Poor Nedley. Let's hope Chrissy remains the only one of his many daughter figures to catch mono.

Speaking of mononucleosis- that's such an awful transition that i'm keeping it, I believe that Wayhaught has officially christened the entire homestead. Bedroom, The Stairs, kitchen floor, barn- short of just going to pound town (i'm not getting any better with sex references tonight. am i) in a patch of grass outside, they've got everything covered. Or nothing covered if you know what i mean. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge. Am I getting better now?

The random.

Nedley walking Nicole down the isle, Wynonna walking Waverly down the isle, Doc being Waverly's best man, and Wynonna being Nicole's best friend (no she will not take a secondary title. best friend will go on her tombstone)- sigh, i'm so gay. i can't really explain what that has to do with these circumstances, but i am and this makes me happy. Rachel and Nedley (and Billy was there somewhere right?) being the only people in attendance made this the perfect pandemic wedding even though there wasn't actually a pandemic in Earp land. I was the living embodiment of the pleading face emoji when they panned over the chairs. Doll's chair hurt me. like deeply. like i'm still suffering. there aren't words. fuck, i miss him.

On a lighter note, Waverly said fuck (like eight times)!!! She technically said it already, but chainsmoking-angelic possession doesn't count, right?

I'm glad that Jeremy has this new thing with Damon, but I kinda wish things had worked out with him and Robin. He officiated a wedding, got promoted, and got a handsome date in one afternoon, so I can't be too sad about his adorable self.

Charlotte Sullivan, the jilted dress shop owner/witch, played one of the earliest (in my knowledge at least. this show was my brother's thing not mine) representation of a bi woman in Canadian media. I don't know too much about her Rookie Blue character, but if you can have tolerated the will-they-wont-they, end of the world romance of the main character's kinda mediocre relationships for a couple more seasons, I'm sure you'll find out! By the nature of Canada having 16.87 actors in total, I tend to see a lot of overlap, and I have to infodump about that somewhere. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The Earping callbacks! Wynonna's truck, her motorcycle, the bullet proof vest, Nedley and Nicole's father-daughter thing, Waverly never saying the f-word (and subverting that), i'm all in, even Rachel always being stuck with juice while the adults are drinking- perfect! We had a little bit of the usual supernatural insanity, but this episode was wall to wall fanservice, and it was perfectly in-character fanservice. That's the way to go! It didn't feel forced or awkward and the edited mailbox will make me tear up on rewatch

The relationship. (aka i wanna talk about wyndoc and had no outline when i started this thing)

The Wyndoc goodbye was beautiful. I'm not into the whole you need one person to complete you kinda thing, but the implication that it didn't have to be romantic (implying that Wynonna's person was Waverly) was great. I felt that the scene worked perfectly, and might have been fine leaving it there if there was another season clearly on the horizon. With the fact that this was the series finale (i sighed so hard typing that. my poor lungs), I'm glad that they got their own happy ending.

The analysis.

Nicole's and Wynonna's as individual characters mirror each other in so many ways, but I'm just gonna wax poetic about one: their relationship with the GRT. Wynonna was hurt by the town, badly. She grew up with a steady stream of shitty adults and a few who told her to shake the demons out of her head and embraced the tough love mantra. It made a lot of sense that she left as an adult. Waverly was most likely the only reason she didn't skip town before that.

Nicole had a negative integer of adult role models in her life, with the murdered aunt and uncle and the whatever-the-fuck her parents were trying to be. Sure, a little trip to the Ghost River Triangle left her with trauma that she spent a lifetime repressing, but what's a little surviving a massacre under the six year old girl bridge. Am I right?

In their early lives, these characters had nothing but negative experiences in the aptly named town of Purgatory. Wynonna was drawn back into town by Curtis' letter just in time for her 27th birthday, and Nedley applied for Nicole to start working as a cop. Neither of them directly chose to come back to the Ghost River Triangle, but both of them did have the final say.

Wynonna decided pretty early on that she was going to stay no matter what. She already abandoned her sister once. How could she do it again with all of these monsters lurking in the shadows. As time went on, her circle of people expanded, but Waverly has always been the person that fight through hell and high water for. Even when fighting wasn't necessary, when it hurt her much more than it helped anything, she did it anyways because it was the only thing she could do to protect her sister. Wynonna thought it was the only thing she could do at all. This entire season, she's been fighting a war with herself, and her leaving, Waverly telling her that it was okay to leave, was the first time that took a break, took a breath since she arrived in Purgatory on her 27th birthday. Her child and the man she loves are out in the world, but she will be back with them at her side. Maybe after a quick road trip, maybe after a few years, but she will be back.

Nicole spent a majority of season 1 and 2 feeling like an outsider. Season 3 came with the realization that these people were her family and the Ghost River Triangle was her home. Early season 4 kinda shat all over that, oops. The rest of this season has been her finding her footing again. Nicole was a wandering soul, but she voluntarily staked herself to the land, vowing to protect it and the people within its borders for the rest of her life without the ability to leave, and she doesn't regret it. Her wife, her family, her people are all in this one not-so-sleepy Canadian town.

Nicole found her place, after a lifetime of searching, and Wynonna left, temporarily, after a lifetime of feeling trapped. They might seem like opposites, but both women call the same place home.

Originally, I watched this show was to cope with the ending of Agents of SHIELD (which I kind of used to cope with the ending of Killjoys, which featured Emily Andras as a writer in season 1 and has near identical humor, found family, and a healthy serving of gay and wow this is turning into a bit of advertisement isn't it), but it wormed its way into my heart. I've never quite seen a show like this. Never seemed interested in a western, even a sci-fi western. Never saw the gay couple reach OTP status both in fandom and canon. I've never seen so many fan conventions dedicated to just one show. I usually stay for just one character (and Wynonna has become one of my all time favorite characters), but I find myself connecting with so many of the beautiful people being brought to life on my screen. Wynonna, Waverly, Nicole, Rachel, Dolls, Jeremy, Doc, Nedley and so many other hilarious and heartbreaking characters make this show, and every single human who played a part in this self-proclaimed shitshow deserves a round of applause and a swig of whiskey.

The end.

#wynonna earp #wynonna earp spoilers #wynonna earp season 4 spoilers #wearp meta #wyn #waverly earp #nicole haught #doc holliday #rachel valdez #jeremy chetri #randy nedley #my thoughts #i'll add screen caps in the morning #goodbye my beautiful fuck ups #guess i have to combine my emily andras and michelle lovretta obsessions into watching lost girl #im sad tonight #satisfied with this ending #but still damn sad

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redheadedrenagade · 4 years ago

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Wicked Game

Chapter 1: When the Lights Went Dim

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Here’s the first chapter to Wicked Game, a Joel Miller x Female OC fanfiction. I’ll be honest, I have NO CLUE where this fic is going to go. I don’t anticipate it being super long, and I still haven’t decided if I’m going to go super in depth into the OC’s past. I really just wanted the chance to write something sweet and smutty for our Joel. And Ellie. I love them both so much don’t loOK AT ME

This takes place 2 years after the pair move into Jackson. OC came along halfway through their first year, so the 3 have had 1.5 years of time spent together so far. In this, Ellie has forgiven Joel for his mistakes and continues to have a healthy relationship with him, though it does still very much bother her now and then.

As far as WARNINGS go, this is an 18+ fic, and I fully intend on keeping it that way. Possible triggers may include sexually abusive language, especially in this first chapter, sexual language and situations (aka SMUT Y’ALL), cursing, gore, death, apocalypse horrors and I’m sure a number of other adult themes. So please, please don’t read if you’re underage. I say that with care, not contempt.

That being said, I hope you enjoy what I’ve come up with so far. :) If interested, this is the song that inspired the title of this chapter. I felt like it fit really well.

She had no idea how she’d ended up in this insane situation. Four men with their guns drawn on her, her own gun pointed right at the leader’s forehead as Ellie did as she was asked and stayed behind her. Ellie had no gun on her, just her trusty knife. But they hadn’t thought much of it since Charlotte had her gun, they were hardly out of Jackson to feel true concern. They got complacent. And now, they were in deep shit.

She must actually be afraid if she’s listening. She never listens. God dammit, I have to get her out of this…

“How…how about we make a deal? Hmm? I go with you. Willingly. But you let the girl go,” she says, working hard as hell to keep her voice from quivering as all the possibilities of torture flash across her mind.

“Charlotte…no. NO! You can’t – “

“Quiet, Ellie! I mean it!” she cuts the girl behind her off, her heart breaking at how angry she has to make herself sound so Ellie will hopefully head her suggestion. Charlotte feels Ellie relent as she presses her small body against Charlotte’s back, her forehead coming to rest between her shoulder blades. Charlotte understands the sweet gesture and what it means. She can feel the girl’s anger and love radiating off her. She’s warm, and Charlotte lets herself compartmentalize this nice feeling for another time, when she’ll have to escape inside her own mind just to survive.

I know, honey. I’m sorry. But there’s no other way.

The group of men in front of them snicker and look at each other in a way that makes her stomach twist into a knot.

“Now why in the hell would we do that? You’re both pretty, young things. Especially that one…could be a mighty nice opportunity, trainin’ her to be our little slave,” the leader replies, and she feels her face contort with rage at the sick filth coming out of his mouth.

“We can either all die, right here, right now, or you accept my offer. If not, I’ll put a bullet in your fucking skull, and when one of you shoot me, Ellie will run. Now both of your little fuck-toys are gone. Kinda’ defeats the purpose, don’t you think?”, she hisses at them, her eyes drifting onto each one of them, sizing them up.

Ellie can outrun them. She can do it. I know she can.

Just as she’s about to risk it all and pull the trigger, the man lowers his gun and smirks at her.

“Fine. You’ll just have to care of all of us, then. You think you’re strong, sweetie? Oh, we are gonna’ ruin you,” he says, his dark eyes glittering terribly. Charlotte lets out a long breath she didn’t realize she was holding and gives him one sharp nod, her arm still holding the gun at him.

“Okay. Good. She runs away first, though. Only then do I drop this gun. Then I’m all yours, boys,” she replies, noticing how monotone her voice has become, completely devoid of emotion.

Maybe I’m numb. That’s probably a good thing.

She hears Ellie curse in rage behind her, but before the girl can protest, Charlotte turns her head to the side and lets her eyes find Ellie’s. They are angry, terrified pools of forest green, and her heart clenches hard at how torn she looks.

“It’s okay, Ellie. Go on. It’s okay,” Charlotte whispers to her, giving the girl a smile only reserved for her.

She looks as if she’s about to say something, her mouth parting slightly, but she’s quickly cut off.

“Ellie. We only got one shot at this. Don’t make it all for nothing. Go. Go, Ellie. Now!” she manages to ground out, sparks of agony twisting its way through her veins. Not because she’s scared, but because she knows this is goodbye. Her mind briefly wanders to Joel, picturing his face as he smirks at her and Ellie for doing something weird or obnoxious (which was most of the time). Picturing his dark eyes looking into hers on occasion, which never failed to make her stomach flip flop like a little kid with a crush.

“We’ll come back for you,” Ellie whispers fiercely into her ear, making sure to step to the side and glare acidly at the men, and without another word, the girl turns and starts sprinting away, her form getting smaller and smaller as she distances herself. Not until she’s over the large hill they’d come down does Charlotte sigh in relief, turning her head back to the men.

“Give it five minutes. I’m not stupid, I don’t want you just hunting her down after I give you my gun,” she says matter-of-factly, and the man raises his hands in a passive gesture as he backs up a step and then crosses his arms in wait.

Charlotte hardly registers the conversation a couple of them are having, but she hears enough that she has to physically hold back a shudder of disgust. The time comes and goes in what feels like both seconds and eons, and finally, she slowly lowers her arm and clicks the safety back on, letting the gun fall from her hand into the grass with a soft ‘thump’.

This is actually happening. Shit. But she got away. That’s all that matters. She got away.

“Good girl,” he mocks her in false praise before holding out his hand for hers to take.

She swallows the bile rising in her throat and lets herself remember one last day in the sun with Ellie and Joel. A perfect day, when they were happy, when she’d held Ellie down and tickled her into a laughing fit that made even the unbreakable Joel chuckle and shake his head in amusement. The dinners with Maria and Tommy, in their house which always felt like a haven. The townspeople she’d grown to love like family.

I’ll miss you all so fucking much.

Then, the moment was gone, and all that remained was the hand that would lead her to the end of what her spirit could endure. She takes it and says goodbye to the way things were only hours ago.

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Charlotte is jerked awake by the sound of someone’s gruff voice near her, and suddenly, she’s slapped hard across the face. She gasps, blinking furiously while trying to see through the blur of her vision who had hit her. She tries to bring her arms up to protect her face, but she realizes slowly that her wrists and ankles are tied to the chair she’s in. Things come into focus then, the panic of being restrained sharpening her attentions, and she sees the leader of the gang bending down to leer at her, his hands resting on his thighs.

“’Bout fuckin’ time. Been waiting for hours for you to grace us with your presence,” he drawls nastily, and she looks around the small, dingy room and notices it’s just the two of them. The walls and floors are made of concrete, and the only light available are the small rays of sunlight pushing their way through a tiny window high on the wall.

“Did…why did you knock me out, you bastard? I thought…you said – “ He laughs derisively and slaps his thigh in glee, stepping back to walk over to a decrepit old desk that’s covered in various instruments. Deadly looking instruments.

“You really think I give a shit about fuckin’ you, girl? Nah, I’ve got bigger fish to fry,” he replies, picking up a knife that glints ominously in the small bit of sunlight. “We know you two must’ve come from Jackson. We’ve been working for weeks trying to find a way in without being shot, and lo and behold, we come across you two!”

She snorts, despite the consistent throbbing in her head from being cold cocked with his gun and relaxes her head back against the chair casually.

“And you think I can help you…what, sneak in? I hate to be the bearer of bad news, buddy, but it’s impossible. Truly, there’s no fuckin’ way,” she replies with ease, and for the first time since they’d met, she’s being honest with him. It just wasn’t possible.

“I was thinking of something a bit more…motivating. To the people guarding it. Now, I can’t imagine why anyone would give a rats ass whether you live or die, but I’m banking of the fact that they probably don’t wanna’ see you tortured slowly until you die,” he says smoothly as he saunters towards her, slowly making a circle around her.

She feels a jolt of fear course through her, not about being tortured, but about what they’ll do if they see her…would they give in?

God, I hope not.

“They won’t give up an entire community of good people for me, if that’s what you’re wondering. None of us would, for any one person,” she replies, her jaw clenching as she feels his presence behind her where he comes to a stop.

“That so? Hmmm. Well, I think it’s worth a shot, don’t you?” he chuckles darkly before one of his hands comes to wrap itself around her throat in warning.

“Whatever you say, boss. It’s your show, not mine,” she hisses through clenched teeth, wanting so badly to recoil from his touch.

Fuck. This could be bad. Really, really bad.

“Good girl. Let’s get started then.”

Without warning, he stabs the knife deep into the meat of her shoulder, and a sound she doesn’t even realize she can make is ripping its way out of her throat. The unbearable pain is like nothing she’d ever felt as he twists the blade inside, and instead of crying, she roars. Even through the haze of agony, she refuses to let tears fall.

“Aw, I know, honey. But if you cooperate, we’ll save the brutal shit for the townspeople. Have to give them a good show, y’know?” he says as he grips her braid and yanks her head back hard enough to where she can look up into his eyes at an upside-down angle.

She spits into his face in rage, surmising that if this is her last day on earth, she wasn’t going to go out without a fight.

He yanks the knife out of her body and her back arches unnaturally in her chair as she screams again, all anger and no surrender. He walks around to the front of her now, his face far less at ease as he wipes her spit off angrily with the back of his hand.

“Little bitch likes it rough, huh? That’s fine with me.” He then swiftly sinks the blade into her thigh, crouching down close to see her expression. She almost goes deaf from the sound of her own scream in the small room, and out of instinct and adrenaline, starts thrashing against her restraints in earnest.

“What’s that? You want more?” he asks, his expression mockingly soft as he places his free hand against her cheek. She turns quickly and bites a couple of his fingers as hard she can, picturing her canines cracking the bones in half. He wrestles his fingers out of her mouth as he yelps in pain and surprise, then looks at her incredulously as her chest rises and falls rapidly. She stares straight into his eyes, her mouth now filling with a copper taste, and she gives him a bloody, feral smile.

“Do you?” she whispers, and her voice is acid. He blinks a few times before his face twists into rage and he starts to fumble with his belt before ripping it off. She doesn’t have time to anticipate what his intentions are before he’s stomping around to the back of her as he quickly wraps the belt around her throat, squeezing harder, harder, until little white spots start to erupt across her vision.

“Fuckin’ cocky bitch, I’m gonna’ make you wish you would’ve turned into one of those fucking monsters when you had the chance,” he rasps against her ear, but she can barely hear him through the sound of the blood rushing behind her ears. Her heart is trying, and failing, to keep her alive, and the panic of truly not being able to breathe hits like a freight train. She’s turning absolutely animalistic under her restraints, knocking the chair side to side in her desperate attempt to breathe, to escape.

Please, please, air! Please, god!

She’s practically deaf now as the room starts to shrink, dimming around her like theatres used to do before a movie started.

This is it. Oh, god, this is it…

Just as she’s slipping over the precipice of unconsciousness, the belt slackens, causing her to breathe in a horribly painful, ragged breath that claws its way down into her lungs. She immediately starts coughing so hard that she’s barely able to suck in the sweet, precious air given to her, and nothing matters more at this moment than filling her lungs with it greedily. She feels an agonizing pain start to ripple through her shoulder, and then an almost unbearable sensation of the knife being pulled out of her leg in a swift, precise motion. She screams again, her cry broken and raspy after her throat was crushed so tightly by the belt.

“…….hear me?”

“…………I’m here….”

A low, gentle voice rumbles into her senses from across the world and she wonders for a moment if she’s already dead.

She cracks open her eyes as she feels light pressure being applied to her wounds and realizes there must be people here. She croaks out a feeble warning.

“Who…don’t touch – “

She hears it again then, that low cadence of baritone hushing her gently, wrapping something around her leg.

Her understanding seeps back into her brain as her eyes finally start to clear, although things are still a bit blurry as the intense pain throbs and flows through her.

Then, all at once, fear grips her heart hard as memories come flashing back into sharp focus behind her eyes.

Ellie. ELLIE.

“Where’s Ellie?! ELLIE!” she screams, her voice cracking in panic again as the figure of…Joel?…comes into focus before her. Suddenly, she’s awake. Truly awake.

“She’s fine, Char. She’s okay, she’s right here with me, see?” Joel says in a shockingly gentle voice she’d never heard him use before. Not with her, at least. Sure enough, Ellie pauses tending to her shoulder and walks around to look at her, taking her hand gently. The expression on her face breaks Charlotte’s heart.

“God, they really fucked her up, Joel,” the young girl says with a wince that held equal parts compassion and fury as she surveys Charlotte properly.

“Barely…barely a scratch,” she mutters, grinning crookedly at them before furrowing her brows in pain again and letting her head fall back against the chair.

I’m so tired. But I’m safe. Because of them…is this really even happening?

Before she can say anything more, Joel is gingerly scooping her off the chair – when did her restraints come off? – and starts to make his way out of the building with Ellie in tow.

“We know, tough guy,” Joel whispers to her, the barest hint of a smile in his tone as he jostles her into a sturdier embrace. She can’t help but let out a small whimper and she hears him curse under his breath at himself for being too rough. Her vision is starting to grow a bit fuzzy around the edges, and a feeling of calm starts to wash over her as he holds her close.

Suck it up, buttercup. He just saved your ass. Don’t make him feel bad.

In and out, her consciousness weaves as she registers a few bodies here and there on their way out, Ellie marching resolutely in front of them. Joel is so warm, and he’s breathing hard from having to support all of her weight, but he doesn’t slow down for a second. The light of the already darkening day starts to seep into black and white as she starts to black out, and her mind can only think of Joel and Ellie.

They’re okay. She’s okay.

“I’m sorry, Joel…my fault…I’m sorry,” she grumbles groggily into his shoulder, guilt snaking its way into her heart. She’d put Ellie at serious risk. Now, she was doing it again, but this time with Joel in tow.

I’m supposed to protect her. Not the other way around.

“S’all right, sweetheart. Just hang in there. We’ll be home soon,” he replies, and she can feel the comforting vibrations from his chest as he speaks. She giggles lightly at the pet name, her mental awareness no longer coinciding with reality anymore.

“Sweetheart…” she whispers in a small voice, burrowing her face into him closely enough that her lips graze the pulse point beneath his strong jaw. He inhales sharply through his nose and squeezes her a little tighter in his arms but doesn’t reply. Ellie jogs further ahead to keep an eye out, gun in hand as Joel does his best to move as quietly as possible.

The ground starts to be swallowed up by the sky, and she wants to stay awake so badly, but she just can’t. She slackens her hold around Joel’s neck and her body slumps in his arms, all of the fight leaving her at once. She hears him pleading, jostling her a bit to get her attention, but she just can’t. She just needs to rest, just for a minute.

“M’sorry…so tired…” she mumbles before the darkness floods her vision and the world is swallowed by silence.

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spideymarvelws · 5 years ago

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Series Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Summary:When the son of a king and the daughter of a maid endorse in a forbidden love, a baby boy is born but under the prosecution of death according to the kings word. To save his life, he is given away to the Roger’s family, towns away, to grow up without the weight of his existence on his shoulders, until the rise of an ungodly, psychotic king. Bucky is forced to learn the importance of his purpose and live up to his rightful title as king, maybe even with a worthy queen at his side.

Warnings: killing and violence but nothing else i could think of

Word count 3.1k

Bodies littered the floor, slumped on walls and laying flat like they were in a deep endless sleep. The blood that spilled painted the stone tiles to the point where it looked like a red sea with rocks that could be seen occasionally. The blade, already coated with somebody else's blood penetrated the last living soul in the room. The blade was then swiftly drawn out, leaving the man with a gaping mouth beginning to fill with blood. He fell to his knees and then to his side, dying on the spot with a drip of red escaping his mouth.

The man with the blade bent down next to the body he had just killed and ripped a piece of his victim’s jacket off too wipe his sword clean. Standing back up, he threw the piece of clothe back on the floor before advancing to the next room, the final room.

He motioned the army behind him, who were also cleaning there own swords to follow him in. Kicking down the door he, he strutted into the long hallway where at the end stood the king and queen of the south by there thrones.

“Bring them to my, make them kneel,” his gruff voice spat, never breaking eye with the man and women before him.

Two guards from the twenty people army made there way down the thrown room, grabbing the king and queen by the shoulders, dragging them by the shoulders and putting them to kneel and the feet of the intruder.

They showed no struggle or fight to what was happening in front of them. The queen dropped her head to the floor, but the king kept his gaze locked on the man in front of him.

“So you’re the king of this sad little quadrant hmm?” the spoke again, twirling his sword with his dominant hand, “You’re the lord who thought it was a good idea to disrespect the Northerners, the head of the kingdom! It just baffles me that someone has a audacity to betray the throne, to betray the king!”

He let out a dark chuckle, handing his sword to one of his guards

“I think what I’ve done today shows you what happens when you go against the orders of the king and the one true throne. So I guess I’ll be on my way then, I have a lady to pick up from the town.”

With that, he turned around, his army paving the way for him.

“You’re not the king yet Brock,” the king of the south croaked, glancing at his queen to make sure she was okay before looking back at the man before him, “And you’ll never be a true king, you’ll never be the southerns king, you’ll never be my king.”

Brock turned around, his face void of emotion. The room feel deadly silence, the sound of footsteps hitting the floor. Brock leaned over the kings kneeling frame, bringing his lips close to his ear.

“The king you speak of is dying of old age my lord, and soon, after I take my rightful place on the throne, I promise, I will take down your kingdom, lady by lady, lad by lad and every other kingdom who threatens my throne. You. Will. Be. Nothing.”

Brock then swiftly left the room, along with his guards behind him, leaving no trace of there appearance, except the blood and bodies of the of all the lives that had been taken that day.

“-and they lived happily ever after. Now how was that for a bedtime story little flower?” you finished, closing the story book held in you hands and placing it on the floor besides you before warping your arms around the little girl who laid curled up against your chest.

“But how was that a happy ending?” charlotte said, crossing her arms, “She never got with her prince charming, instead she went with the weird old man from the stable.”

You let out a soft chuckle, “Well sweetheart,” you started, tightening your hold on the child before shifting to make you both more comfortable, “Sometimes people may look handsome and rich and maybe they have the highest status in the world. They may be able to buy the biggest dresses or the finest dishes but the one thing they can’t buy in you heart.”

You pointed toward the little girls heart, tickling her in the process. She giggled, waving her chubby arms in the air trying to push you away.

“all of those items can’t match to someone loving you for who you are and not for the social status of being married. True love is something that is earned not bought. An yes, while it be a lot more work, I provides with an eternal lifetime of bliss.”

“Have you ever been in love miss y/n?” the young girl innocently asked, looking up at you, staring you down with her doe eye, her lids slightly dropping. She cuddled closer to your warm figure leaning against the wall behind the lousy mattress they laid on.

The question brought you out off your daydream of your statements but caused you too freeze two seconds after the heaviness of the inquiry settled in.Luckily, charlotte fell asleep before you could muster an answer, leaving the unanswered question to linger in the air.

Waiting a little longer to make sure your little one was fully asleep, you carefully slid out of the bed delicately in order not to wake her up. Grabbing a blanket from a nearby rotting chair, you draped it over her sleeping form. You picked up the lantern from the floor and stepped towards the door frame taking one last glance at the innocent child before walking out the door.

Taking your cloak from the hook near the exit, you hastily tied it around your shoulders, bringing the hood up over your head. You slid on your boots that were close to falling apart and dusted your skirt before stepping out of the orphanage into the dark of night.

You kept the lantern close to your body, providing a sense of warmth and light to the airiness and mysteries of the night. You weren't a fool to know what dangers lurk at a time like this, especially for a young woman with no protection. You were heavily aware of the fact that no matter how kind and honorable you were during the day any amount of alcohol can undo that in an instant.

It definitely would've been smarter to stay by charlotte and wait out the moon, but the thought of staying in that small area, such a sad excuse for a room, for the entire night made you sick to your stomach. Maybe for a two foot child it may be a different experience, but staying in that enclosed space for so long didn't settle well with you.

Maybe it wasn’t the tiny space, maybe it was the dread carried with the question the gullible little mind offered before drifting of into a sense of peace. Something that brought you disgust with the world you were forced to grow up in was the lack of freedom and choice provided to the lower class of people who made up the towns and villages, scattered throughout the kingdom.

People being forced to fight for the kingdom, people being forced to work as slaves and the worst of all to you, people being forced to marry someone with the morals of a stabled pig.

Shaking your head, you forced you thoughts out of the topic you were heading down. There was no way you were letting a good day be ruined by a petty situation that you knew there was no escape from. There was no fighting to be done anymore, that door has been shut since you found out of the entire ordeal, all you could do now was accept it, or in his words ,”be a good girl and stay shut”

You never thought a sentence would make you sick, but everyday you were proven wrong when his sickly voice repeated in your head over and over again.

But enough of that yes? Its not like your misfortunes where something of the present rather of the near future. You were determined to live out your life with the people you loved before you were taken away by your will.

You thoughts then wondered to the man that made your heart ache more and more each day. In was cruel really, what the world deemed as a life worthier of living. When something you want so much something that is right in you grasp, can’t be enjoyed because of the unbreakable wall separating your greatest happiness and you.

Steve and bucky, with there entire family, were the only people that made you feel welcomed, made you feel at home. Yes the town was your home as well, everyone you met you treated with graciousness and they provided you with the same compassion, pardon the one or two exceptions.

However, the roger’s were the people you came home too every night, who feed you, cleaned you and housed you until you were able to grow yourself into the strong woman you were now. After your mother’s death, your father fell into the hole of drinking until the pain stopped, the problem was that it never did. There hospitality meant the world to you, and you stopped at nothing to make sure you showed your gratitude every time you entered there home.

Your relationship with bucky a different story, a story you were sure would only end in a tragedy. A story of two lovers that could never be due to problems faced by the time that you lived and the king that you were ruled by.

You weren’t as oblivious as most people thought, you were highly aware of the attraction that the young brunette had with you and you couldn't deny the pull you had with him. But somethings are just not meant to be, and tonight was the night that you had to break the news. The news of your betrothal to the upcoming kind of the northern, Lord Brock Barnes.

Bucky paced back and forth in front of the peeling wooden door, bitting his nails out of stress and anxiety of your late arrival.

“What if she decided not to show?” bucky questioned, staring at the floor while moving his arms in haphazard motions.

“You know how much she loves char, maybe she stayed back a little,” Steve muttered, tired of bucky’s endless worries. He loved his brother but sometimes his non-stop blabbering kept him up at night.

“Easy for you to say brother, you already got the girl.” Bucky grumbled, referencing his now fiancé, peggy.

“But what if she decided to stay the night some where else?”

“Bucky-”

“what if she found someone else?”

“Buck-”

“What if she got caught up with a drunkerd from the bar downtown?”

“Bu-”

“Bloody hell, I have to make sure she’s alright,”

“BUCKY!” steve finally shouted, breaking bucky’s rambling, “y/n is coming, she’s not going to sleep somewhere else and she’s not going to sleep with someone else. She loves you and knowing her she’s going to walk through that door with a smile on her face ready to greet all of of us, and most importantly she’ll give yo a bear hug that seems only reserved for you. Okay buck?”

Steve placed both of his hands on his brother’s shoulder forcing him to look him in the eyes. They shared a silent understanding before steve let him go, taking back his seat by the dining table. Before bucky could center himself, while taking a deep breath, the door before him slammed open, reveling the woman of the hour on the other side.

At first, Bucky was filled with relief and happiness by the fact that his plan might be put into action and not done in vain. That was until he noticed the tears running down her face, coating her eyes and cheeks.

“Bucky,” she whimpered, letting her gaze reach the floor, he arms folded as if to shield her from the outside world.

Without hesitation, bucky warped his arms around her shaking form as she let out a loud sob. She buried her face into his chest, grabbing on too his shirt, pressing her body closer too his, basking in the warmth that it provided.

She cried into bucky’s shirt, leaving a wet stain to were her tears soaked into the fabric but he could’ve cared less. His only concern at the moment was you, and you alone.

Steve took notice to the scene in front of him, quickly standing up to get a glass of water that was laid out on top the heavily decorated table, filled with food and sweets that have been quickly forgotten and abandoned.

When he got back, bucky had gently sat y/n down on a nearby chair while he kneeled next to your slouched figure, hand on your back rubbing in soothing circles. Your hands held your face as you rested you elbows on your legs, trying to calm your frantic breathing.

Steve rushed to your side, water in hand as he tapped your shoulder lightly waving the cup in your face. Raising your head you silently thanked him with a shaky nod, taking the cup in your hands and raising it too your mouth taking large gulps.

“call mother and father, tell them its an emergency. I’m sure they could spare an hour or two a there job.” bucky stated, not taking his eyes of his love on front of him.

Slightly nodding, steve stood up, grabbed his cloak and exited his home in search of his parents, leaving his brother alone to help there long time friend.

After a few minuted your cries quieted down to little hiccups. Bucky moved his hand from your back to you check, raising you eyes sight to fix on his. Moving his thumb tenderly under your eyes, wiping away the excess tears he placed his other hand on your knee, taking your hand that rested there in his.

“Bucky i-” you started, but you interrupted yourself with a load hiccup.

“shh, shh. Its ok doll, keep drinking our water,” bucky whispered, raising your hand that contained the cup of water to your mouth allowing you to drink the rest.

Usually, the heartfelt action would make your heart flutter and combined with the use of the nickname would make you melt and turn you into a puddle but now, in this moment, it made you fill with dread and hatred to everything around you including yourself.

“Buck-y, i-i nee-ed to tell you something,” you croaked, voice course from crying so much.

“Take your time sweetheart, we’ve got all night,” bucky whispered, taking the now empty cup from your hand and placing it on the table nearby.

“We don’t have all night buck, not anymore,” you said in the most normal, reassuring voice you could muster, finding the courage to look your one love in the eye. You saw the confusion in his eyes but he remained quiet, willing you to continue,“You are aware of the law that the king may choose his maiden from the towns located in there realm. There is no wedding of another princess to a prince since reuniting of the kingdoms would lead to a lifetime of despair and poverty with accordance to the four brother’s prophecy.”

“Yes of course,” bucky responded eagerly, scooting closer to your seated placement, “its one of the first things they drill into your head when you come out of the womb.”

You let out a dry laugh from his statement, wiping away you tears in the process.

“well, once the son or daughter turns thirteen, he or she travels from village in village in search of a suitable husband or wife to rule the kingdom by there side, of course with the parents intuition as a final factor in deciding.”

“Yes, I’m aware. What are you getting at y/n?”

His hands held your face as his piercing blue eyes starred deeply into your soul. You feel deeper into his touch, nuzzling your face further into his hand.

“I’m so sorry bucky,” you whimpered, “I’m so fucking sorry.”

Bucky froze, taking in the words that just came out of your mouth. Without the time to even process what you had said, you swiftly stood up from your seating and headed to the door. Bucky stood up as well, but still speechless.

“The carriage comes by tomorrow,” you stated opening the door and heading out before you could break down in tears, “I’m sorry I have to go.”

With that you walked out the door, for what you think may be the last time, running fast you moved quickly away from your only home, only to be moved to another by tomorrow. As you ran you bumped into a group of people. Your vision to blurry from tears, you swiftly apologized before moving again, in hopes on never turning back.

But bucky stood still, frozen in place, tears began to fill his eyes. His parents along with steve, ran into the room taking in the situation. Sarah Rogers immediately ran to bucky, engulfing him in a tight hug as he broke down in her arms.

“what happened?” she whispered in his ear, speaking tenderly and she made eye contact with her husband.

“She, she’s, she’s marrying him,” bucky sniffed, burying his face in the crook of his mother’s neck, letting out more tears.

“Shit, this is worse than I thought” Joseph cursed moving into there bedroom.

“wait, whats going on?” steve questioned, worry filling his expression as he approached his mother and brother cautiously.

Letting go of bucky as joseph made his way out of the room with a scroll in his hand she motioned for the two boys to take a seat.

Steve looked at bucky questioningly, but his brother made no movement back. Bucky just stared down at the floor, his eyes sunken and full of fear.

“there’s something we need to tell you boys, and I think the whole kingdom depends on what we do next…”

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mystical-flute · 4 years ago

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Black Coffee & Pumpkin Pie: Ch. 7

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New Orleans, 2006

Life had changed dramatically for Eudora d’Orleans. Her beloved husband had been killed overseas, leaving the restaurant and all it entailed, to her. Eudora knew about running the restaurant - whenever she’d been free on the weekends, she’d be at the restaurant, managing the phones or helping with the finances.

Many times she’d bring homework that needed to be graded and do it in the back office, or patchwork that her students had created.

But now, her partner was gone, and the restaurant was squarely on her shoulders. Oh yes, Eli La Bouff had offered his support whenever she needed it, but Eudora wanted to show James, and the detractors she’d acquired that she would be able to lead Tiana’s Palace into a new era. God knew, it was what the city needed.

But still, it was hard, especially with Tiana. The girl was a storm all her own, brave, outgoing and stubborn as her daddy - and being alone, sometimes it was hard to make Tiana understand that she just wanted what was best for her.

Tired eyes wearily looked over the numbers, not fully registering what they meant. She’d been down here for hours, and it was nearing eleven o’clock. The restaurant was closed, the staff having just left for the evening.

She needed some air.

“Eli? Can you make sure Tiana is doin’ her homework? I just need to clear my head outside for a bit,” she called to her old friend.

Eli looked up from his beignets. “Of course, Miss Eudora. Take all the time you need.”

Eudora gave him a grateful smile, heading out the side door to the alley. It wasn’t the most pleasant place, right next to the dumpster, but the front had too much noise with people still crowding the block despite it only being a Wednesday night.

“I miss you, James. I know you’d be so proud of Tiana for wanting to follow in your footsteps, but she can be so damn stubborn sometimes. I know you always said I had the magic touch when it came to getting her to listen, but I’m not so sure I have that anymore. I think she’d be more willing to listen to you,” she sighed into the open air. “This just ain’t fair.”

She glanced up at the sky, feeling herself slowly start to relax, before she heard a thud near the dumpsters. She would have written it off as an animal if it weren’t for the distinctly human arms she could see trying to reach inside.

Eudora knew she shouldn’t, but something compelled her to call out.

“Hey honey, you alright over there?”

The figure froze, the arms dropping back to the other side of the dumpster, but the stranger didn’t run off.

Eudora moved slowly toward the dumpster despite every safety warning she’d ever heard ringing in her head. “It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

Finally, the smaller figure peered out from behind. A boy - couldn’t be any older than her daughter, stared at her with terrified eyes. His clothes were baggy and ripped, his hair matted and dirty.

In his hand were scraps of food.

“Please… don’t call the police,” he whispered. “I - I didn’t mean any harm… I was just hungry.”

Her heart sank. This poor boy. She knew it was risky, but she would never let a child go without food - and neither would James.

“Well, I’m not gonna let you eat out of that dumpster. C’mon into the kitchen, I’ll cook you something fresh,” she said, gesturing to the door. “I’m not gonna call the police on you, I promise.”

She could see the boy was shaking as he emptied his fist and started moving toward her.

“What’s your name, honey?”

“N-Neal…” he mumbled, following her into the kitchen, flinching back at the bright lights.

“Alright Neal, is there anything special you - ”

Eudora’s question was cut off as the boy stumbled, falling to his knees.

“Oh - oh no, hey, c’mon honey, it’s alright…” she said, carefully holding him so he didn’t hit the hard tile floor. She shifted her hand to his forehead, realizing with horror that he was burning up. “ELI!”

She managed to get Neal into the main restaurant as Eli called for an ambulance. She shuffled Tiana off with Eli for the evening and rode to the hospital in the ambulance. It was hours before she got news - dehydration, malnutrition, and pneumonia, and the next afternoon, she returned with Tiana, Charlotte and Eli.

“Why… why are you here?” Neal asked, frowning in confusion at the group around him.

“You gave us quite a scare. We just wanted to make sure you were alright,” Eudora said with a smile. “Dr. Richardson says you’ve got a bad case of pneumonia.”

“Yeah, she told me that this morning. That explains why I feel like I got hit by a bus…”

“I brought you one of my beignets…” Tiana said, giving him a smile as she set it on the tray. “I’m sure it’ll taste better than a plain old sandwich.”

Eudora took a seat next to him. “Dr. Richardson also said social services’ll be here this afternoon.”

“I don’t need services. I’m fine on my own.”

“I’d say otherwise given your state,” Eudora said, raising a brow.

Neal picked at the deli sandwich on his tray. “I just don’t want to go back.”

“Don’t you have a Mama or Daddy waiting for you?” Charlotte asked with a frown.

He shook his head. “No. No one that would miss me. I’ve been on my own a while now.”

Eudora’s heart ached again for the boy. All alone, with nowhere to turn to…

She couldn’t let it happen.

Tiana nudged her, giving her a worried look, and in that moment, Eudora knew what she had to do.

“You can stay with us.”

Neal’s head snapped back up from his lunch. “I - what?”

Eudora nodded. “You can come live with Tiana and I. We got room.”

“I - I can’t do that… I’m just a street kid. You don’t want me living with you.”

“What I don’t want is for you to be living on the streets without safety or a roof over your head. What do you say?”

It took a few moments, but finally, a sob escaped him. “Okay… I - I’ll stay with you. Thank you. I don’t know what I did to deserve your kindness…”

It was early evening by the time the social worker arrived. Eli had taken Charlotte and Tiana home to do their homework, leaving Eudora alone with Neal.

“I’m Eudora d'Orleans,” Eudora greeted with a smile. “I’m the one who found Neal last night.”

The social worker - Amanda Johnson, she noted - gave her a bright smile. “How nice that you’ve stayed. I don’t usually get to see the rescuers. And this must be Mr. Cassidy.”

Neal gave her a quiet nod, barely looking over at her.

“Ms. d'Orleans, I will have to ask you to leave during this meeting, for his privacy��s sake.”

“Of course, I understand. I’ll be outside.”

She didn’t stray far, remaining close enough to the door to hear the hushed voices inside. When the social worker re-appeared, Eudora approached.

Johnson adjusted her bag. “He says you’ve offered your home to him, Ms. d'Orleans, but I noticed I don’t have you down as a licensed foster parent in the area,” she explained. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to place him with one of them, if they have room - ”

Eudora shook her head, firm. “I want this boy to know he’s going to have a roof over his head. Send me whatever I need to fill out.”

Johnson rustled in her bag, before producing a pamphlet and an application. “Here, then. Given Neal’s circumstances, I’ll put a rush on your application. Thank you, Eudora. It’s difficult to place teens. I’m glad to know this one has someone looking out for him.”

Eudora smiled, handed the complete application back, and returned to Neal’s bedside. “It’s gonna be okay, honey,” she said, looking at his bloodshot eyes and wiping a stray tear from his cheek. “I’m not gonna let anything else happen to you.”

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“Hey Neal! How did the ball go last night?”

Neal ran his fingers through his hair, smiling at the screen. “It went… better than expected. I have a date with Emma -” he flinched, hastily turning the volume down on his phone at Tiana’s squeal. “ - And I told my dad.”

“Oh? And how did that go?” Eudora asked.

“He and his wife invited me to live with them and moved me in last night after the ball,” Neal said, heading downstairs where his father and Belle were making lunch. “Did you want to meet them?”

“I’d love to.”

“Papa? My mama wants to say hi.”

Aiden looked over and smiled, taking the phone. “You must be the famous Eudora and Tiana I’ve heard so much about.”

“And you must be Mr. Gold. It’s so nice to finally meet you. Neal’s been worried sick about whether or not he should tell you.”

“Please, call me Aiden. I understand. I know I have a reputation in Storybrooke. I’m just glad he told me the truth and that I have my son back.”

“I’m sure. I can’t imagine what you must’ve been feeling all these years. I’m glad we were able to play a small role in getting him home.”

“It wasn’t a small role at all… it was thanks to you that my son was able to find me again.”

Belle put her hand on Aiden’s shoulder, peeking over it and smiling at the camera. “Baelfire spoke so highly of you last night at the ball.”

“Ah, Belle, wasn’t it?”

“That’s right,” she said with a smile. “Aiden and I were hoping that you two would like to come up to Storybrooke for the Thanksgiving holiday?”

“Oh, that sounds wonderful. We’d love to come.”

“Can Lotte and Big Daddy come too?”

“Tia - ”

“I’d like them here too,” Neal said immediately, looking at Aiden and Belle. “They’re like family. If that’s okay... ”

“The more the merrier,” Belle agreed with a smile. “We’d love to have them.”

Aiden nodded in agreement. “Yes, our home is large enough for all four of you. It might be nice to have more of a barrier between myself and my father-in-law.”

“Oh, I understand that quite well. I thought James’ mama was never going to like me. I don’t think she did until Tia was born, actually…”

“What?!”

Belle laughed softly. “I think some parents just can’t accept that their children grow up. It’s a bit sad, really.”

“Oh, sure. The thing is, I’m pretty sure James would’ve been the same way when Tiana got old enough to start dating, despite knowing what his mother was like to me.”

“Miss Eudora? I’m sorry to interrupt but one of the guests is asking to speak with you…” a new voice suddenly cut in.

Eudora sighed. “Alright, I’ll be right there. It was so nice to meet you, Aiden, Belle. We’ll talk to you all soon.”

“Bye Mama!” Neal said before the call ended, taking his phone back from Aiden.

“They seem so lovely, Bae,” Aiden said with a smile. “But what about those other two that will be joining us for Thanksgiving?”

He slipped his phone into his pocket and stirred the soup Belle had placed in front of him. “Oh, Mr. La Bouff and Charlotte? Well, Charlotte is Tiana’s best friend, and Mr. La Bouff owns a couple news stations. He came from a line of sugar barons. They call him Big Daddy because of how much money and time he spends with charities. They’re good people, I promise.”

Belle smiled. “I think it’ll be a wonderful holiday, Aiden. And we’ll be able to include Bae in our traditions too.”

Neal smiled. “I can’t wait. Do you guys watch the Macy’s parade?”

“We do, but Storybrooke also does a small one the day before. Nothing fancy, but the kids always seem to love it. Aiden is one of the biggest supporters of it,” Belle explained. “Marco dresses as Santa at the end too. It’s very sweet.”

“Marco? The skinny carpenter guy?” Neal asked, frowning a little.

“Well, we give him a little extra padding in the Santa suit. The kids don’t know the difference.”

“It was always Gideon’s favorite part of Thanksgiving when he was little,” Belle giggled. “I’ll have to show you some pictures later.”

Neal smirked before lifting the glass of water to his lips. “I’d like that. And I’ll ask Mama to bring pictures from New Orleans so you can see them, Papa.”

Aiden had seemed deep in thought, but brightened slightly at the words. “I would love nothing more, Baelfire.”

“Oh - and I forgot to say I’ve got plans Friday night, with Emma. I’m taking her on a date.”

Belle unexpectedly laughed. “That explains the squeal we heard coming from your room. You must have told Tiana and Eudora, right?”

His cheeks suddenly blushed pink as his hand scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “Yeah… sorry about that.”

“No no, don’t apologize. I’m happy for you Bae. You deserve it.”

“Thanks Papa…”

The week flew by, Neal adjusting to life in the Gold household. Everyone was up by six, out the door by seven-thirty. Papa or Belle came by the fire station to offer lunch if he needed, which, while sweet, started feeling a little overbearing by Friday, and he was grateful for the chance to escape and hang out with Emma.

Even if his palms were sweating as he gripped the steering wheel and pulled into the long drive to Nolan farm. One last check of his hair, and he made his way to the door.

Emma greeted him with a wide smile, wearing a red dress with white polka dots, her hair curled and pushed over one shoulder.

“Neal, hey!”

He clutched the tulips a bit tighter in his hand before handing them over. “H-hi Emma. You look great. These are for you.”

“Tulips? Wow, you don’t see these this time of year. How’d you find them?”

“Belle helped. I didn’t ask too many questions.”

“Oh, so Moe, then. He’s a florist. Come on in, I’ll get these in some water and then I’ll be ready,” Emma said with a smile, waving him inside. “Mom! Dad! Neal’s here!”

There was something different about walking through the farmhouse now, as a date instead of as just a friend, and it made him feel even more nervous as he followed Emma into the other room.

David and Mary-Margaret were sitting at the dining room table, David raising a brow at Neal. “Hello Neal.”

“Er… hello Sheriff Nolan, Mrs. Nolan. It’s nice to see you again,” he said politely.

Mary-Margaret, on the other hand, seemed almost serene as she spoke. “Emma said you’ll be going to dinner and then for a walk, right?”

He nodded. “Yes ma’am. And I work the early shift tomorrow at the station so we won’t be out too late.”

Emma appeared from upstairs, a black leather jacket slung over her arm. “Are you ready to go?”

He nodded, offering her arm, which she took just before he heard the snap of a camera.

“Oh! Mrs. Nolan, if you wanted to take a picture I would have stopped…” Neal said, watching as she pulled the polaroid from the camera.

“Oh? Well that’s so kind of you, Neal! Finally, Emma has a date with someone that appreciates me trying to make memories.”

“Mom!” Emma protested, rolling her eyes as the two posed for a better photo, and finally, they were on their way to Tony’s.

“So, I noticed that nice VW bug in the driveway. That yours?” he asked after they ordered.

Emma nodded. “It is! I finally saved up enough to get it. Just in time for my college classes to start!” she made a dramatic jazz-hands gesture before grinning. “I’ve been saving up for that car for months!”

“It’s a pretty cool lookin’ car. I can understand why you’d have your eye on it,” he agreed with a nod. “How’s Bobby?”

She smiled. “He’s doing much better. He got home last week and he’s building up his lung strength. He was able to start school too, just in time.”

Neal grinned. “Hey, that’s great! I’m really glad to hear that Emma.”

“It really is. But how are you doing, with being with your dad and Belle and Gideon?”

He pushed his pasta around with his fork. “I really do love getting to know my dad, don’t get me wrong, but they’re both getting a little pushy, always coming to the station if I’m on shift and asking for lunch… are they usually that way?”

“Belle is, but that’s a bit out of character for Mr. Gold, but I bet he’s just worried that you might not come back, y’know? Just give him a little more time. It’s only been a week,” Emma said. “Have you told your mom in New Orleans?”

“Yeah, the day after the ball. She and Tiana’ll be coming here for Thanksgiving with a couple friends, if you want to meet them.”

“I’d love to!”

Dinner continued, dessert a chocolate mousse with pomegranate seeds on top, Neal and Emma chatting all the way through, and before long, they found themselves walking along the empty shores, a cool breeze beginning to stir and clouds gathering in the distance.

“Can I tell you something and you keep it a secret?” he asked when she laced their hands together.

“Sure, what is it?”

“You know Alice, right?”

“Margot’s girlfriend? Please don’t tell me she’s your ex or something,” Emma asked, her nose screwing up in disgust.

His followed suit. “Ew! No, of course not! She’s my cousin.”

“Your - ”

“On Killian’s side. Her dad is his twin brother,” Neal explained. “I hadn’t seen her since before I ran away. When she showed up in Storybrooke, it took everything in me not to run back to New Orleans.”

“Does she know?”

He nodded. “Took me a couple weeks, but I told her before the ball. She was the only one I really trusted when I got old enough to realize something was wrong… but I still didn’t trust her enough to tell her I was leaving.”

“I can understand that…” Emma said, pausing their walk to look at him. “You have lived an interesting life, Neal Cassidy.”

“I was thinking about taking Gold back as my last name, actually,” he admitted with a shrug.

“Neal Gold…” she hummed in consideration, smiling. “I like it. It suits you, I think.”

“Thanks,” he trailed off, caught by her eyes. His heart thudded uncomfortably against his ribs, both of their faces going bright red in the fading light.

“Hey, Emma?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I - can I kiss you?”

She nodded, and he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers gently, feeling all of the warm, gooey feelings he’d heard about from movies. She kissed him harder, her arms coming to wrap around his shoulders as he pulled her closer against him, just before the skies opened and a heavy rain began to fall.

They parted, cheeks still bright red, and burst out laughing.

“Guess that’s a sign we need to get back!” Neal said, taking her hand and running along the beach with her back to his truck. They were soaked to the skin when they finally got inside, water dripping everywhere as Neal started the car and turned on the heat to try and dry them off during the drive back.

“I had a really great time tonight, Neal,” Emma said, wringing her hair out carefully. “Do you think we can do it again?”

Neal nodded, pulling into the driveway and getting as close to the door as he could. “I’d love to. Let me know when you’re free.”

“I will. Thanks again!” she gave him another quick peck on the lips, hopped out of the car, racing to the covered porch, giving him a wave before disappearing into the house.

He exhaled as he drove back home, quickly heading into the house out of the storm.

“Nice night, son?” Aiden asked with a small smile, looking up from his book.

Neal nodded, wiping water from his eyes. “Yeah, really nice. Emma and I are going to plan a second date.”

Aiden chuckled. “Good, good. Go ahead and get out of those wet clothes. We can talk more tomorrow when you get back from work.”

“Alright Papa,” Neal replied.

He went upstairs, took a hot shower, and fell asleep with a smile on his face, listening to the storm outside.

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whatdoesshedotothem · 4 years ago

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Tuesday 16 September 1834

Very good one last night. fine but hazy morning F57° at 8 35 am - at my desk at 8 ½ - kind letter to M- glad she had found out by means over which I had no control that ‘I had even written less often to those who are perpetually heaping upon me kindness after kindness, and whose very situation in life makes them supposed to be the1st objects of my consideration’ –........ if ‘not more heart, I had more common sense than to value the things of this world according to the scale which has been laid down for me – Had you believe me often, and known me better, it would have saved us both much pain - But if heaven has willed it otherwise, let us not complain – the final ruler of events is wiser than we - I am deeply sensible of all your affection, but from the moment of your having deliberately told me your determination and the leading arguments which gave rise to it, my chief endeavour was to be convinced and reconciled - Mary! You trusted me too little for happiness - Remember this, and be comforted – cheer up- trust me, you have much to hope – much more than you seem aware – the prospect will [be] brighter by - by I have never failing consolation in the thought, that you will be happier in others, than you could have been in me - Confidence was too much shaken on both sides - Mary! The last blow on mine, was too severe - Be comforted – be assured, that you have acted wisely for us both – violent changes are generally irksome to all parties at 1st, but, remembering what I myself have suffered, I do not easily despair for any one - I do not feel inclined to say much on the subject of our meeting – the reflections to which it would give rise, could only be painful - Do as you think best’ - Hope ‘her niece’ will exceed her all her expectations - ‘I can easily enter into your motive for calling her Percy’ – pleased at the thought of her going to the Rhine next year – only anxious about her choice of a companion - mention Geneva as a fine town ‘having many literary and economic advantages’ – that a family of 2 or 3 might live in affluence at Rolle for £250 a year – date my latter ½ page 3, Monday 15 September and say it shall go at last night, the herald of the small parcel (stays, 6 laces, pair of earrings from Geneva and book, Coxes’ picture of Italy edition of 1815 too old – barrowed when last at Lawton December 1833) to be sent off by me of today’s mails - ‘I found my aunt much the same as I left her, and Mr Sunderland told me, he thought her general health quite as good – but she is uncertain – this season of the year, or rather later, has generally tired her very much, and I fear, if she gets over the winter at all, it will be very indifferently – she suffers a great deal, yet her cheerfulness does not forsake her – she desires me to give her love, and say how glad she shall be to hear you are better - The 30 shillings for Thomas Beech’s great coat are paid, and I will place this sum to your account - If you do not feel quite sure of my understanding all your wishes about money matters, tell me more particularly what you would have me do - God bless you, my dearest Mary! Ever very especially yours. A. L.’ nice enough letter to Lady S- will consider about the fourgon ‘when I am more able to fix upon my next line of route’ - ‘I am perfectly astonished that I had your letter 12 days ago, and that I had been at home a fortnight on Saturday - I know not how the time has slipped away - I have been so busy about my law-concern, etc the days have seemed like moments, and I have scarce been out of the house - yet I have often thought of you, and wondered how you would settle all those disagreeableness I was so grieved to hear of...... mention letter from Vere - shall go and see her one of these days - at present can make no plans - ‘my poor aunt suffers a martyrdom; yet still she lives, and may live for several months - it is a great comfort to me to see her so pleased at my having got a little friend to take care of me in my travels - I hope you will tell Miss Tate - but, dearest Lady Stuart, it was what you said that I have never forgotten, and it is you that I shall always think of, and thank with all my heart - wrote this morning under the seal ‘I do hope to hear from you soon, if it be only one line to tell me you are better, and have settled things more comfortable than you expected - Do not trouble yourself one instant about a frank - I shall be delighted to see a Norfolk postmark - I shall trouble Lord Stuart with a note to Lady Stuart de R- and a little note to dear Charlotte about the parcel from Paris - Ever, dearest Lady Stuart, very truly and affectionately yours A. Lister’ - general account of my journey to Lady Stuart de R- hoped for some common in Paris - perhaps she doubted my abilities - could not doubt how happy I should have been to do my best - ‘I had a little friend with me whose good care soon set me above Mr. Freeman’s medicines; and we had some delightful wanderings among the Savoy mountains - I do confess that my ‘bowels yearned’ towards Mt. Blanc; but he was a little surly; and the 2 Savoy and avocats who attempted his summit, and said, tho’ unbelieved by any, they reached it, were glad enough to get down again - they had no regular guides, only ½ a dozen peasants, two of whom had made the ascent before - and, had they been a few hours, would probably have been lost - we made what is called the grand tour of Mt. Blanc’ ......... crossed the great and little St. Bernard......... we had no gollis-work - the little Inns very fairly comfortable ‘except one in the village de Ferret where there were only 2 bedrooms for the widow and her 8 children, one man servant and 2 guides, our 2 selves, and 2 sick infants the poor woman had taken to muse, tout compris, at 6 francs each per month - we returned by the Savoy lakes and Chamberi - saw the pass of the Echelles, and the grande Chartreuse - spent 2 or 3 days at Lyons - tho’ many of the houses damaged or destroyed in April are already repaired or rebuilt, there are still too many traces of the émente - Several opulent manufactories have left the town, and set up their establishments elsewhere - there are 3 large ones just completed at Voiron now communicated with Echelles by a fine new road of 3 postes - there are several new roads finished and in progress - that by St. Etienne, opened 2 years ago (missing Lyons) saves 3 days journey to Marseilles’ - 2 or 3 days at St. Etienne and 2 or 3 at Clermont - ‘the view from the Puy de Dome is one of the most interesting and extraordinary I have ever seen - a vast assemble of cones of extinct volcanoes - a vast coulee (sea) of lava - but the heat was so excessive in walking up, and the air so cold at the top, I only staid about ½ an hour - Do tell the girls, they never saw such a dirty figure as I was on coming out of the fine silver mines (opened 2 or 3 years ago) near Pont de Gibaud - But the coal-mine of Firminy, near St. Etienne, astonished me most - it is exactly like a commons tone quarry (open to the day, and worked in the same way) but the rock is coal of excellent quality - it is only 3 years that is has been worked in this way, and is the only coal-mine known of the kind - the miners at the silver mine were chiefly Germans - Be the government what it may, I never saw so great an appearance of improvement and prosperity in the country - the écoles des mines have done an infinity of good to the mining interests of the country’ - dined with Lady CL- and the Berrys - and was delighted with my visit - all were in good spirits, and were very agreeable and kind - I had never seen so much of Lady Charlotte’ (Lindsay) ‘who says things so nicely, and whose manners are so interesting, she made quite an impression upon me - Miss Berry is really wonderful - thank you very much for giving me their address - I was quite glad to improve so nice an acquaintance - unexpected pleasure to see Lord Stuart - ‘what an enviable tour in Norway! I wish a [I] knew a little more about it - If I live, I mean to go there one of these days - my aunt, as to general health, is much the same as when I left her - but she suffers a martyrdom from rheumatic pains, and her medical men fear she cannot long survive the winter - I enclose a little note for Charlotte - Believe me, dear Lady Stuart, always very truly yours A. Lister’ - then wrote on ¼ sheet the following ‘Shibden Hall - Monday 15 October [September] 1834 - my dear Charlotte - I send you a very little note, the herald of a very little parcel, which Miss Berry was so good as promise to bring from Paris - I told Lady Stuart, it was for you - I always thought of giving you some small remembrance on your entrée into the great world - I wished it to be something useful, and only hope I have chosen well, and that you will like the watch for its own sake, and for mine - I hope you are all enjoying yourself, and looking quite rosy and well at Highcliffe - I should not know it again - if you still hunt for fossils, and care as much as ever for the collection, you can fancy how disappointed I was to find, on reaching here, that all my fine specimens from the Auvergne silver-mines, and many others that were packed in the carriage tool-box, were lost in London, throw away as lumber I suppose, by the coachmakers’ men, who thought anti attrition better worth - I often thought of you among the high alps of Savoy, and wished you were with me - what sketching for Louisa! give my love to her - I shall always feel very much interested for you both, and believe me, my dear Charlotte, your very sincere and affectionate friend A. Lister - my kind remembrances to Miss Hyriott’ - went down to breakfast at 11 ¼ and sent off the letter by George my letter to ‘Mrs. Lawton the Reverend M. Miller’s Scarborough’ - breakfast – Mr Parker sent the lease of ‘Lidgit’ to Mr Lampleugh Wickham Hird for A- to read over – she read it aloud to me – the game reserved as in my leases – only allowed to have 7 DW under plough – penalty £10 per DW –not to cut or prune timber – 34 DW not to underlet except with written leave – Rent £100, terms 10 years -Asleep ½ hour – at my desk at 1 5 wrote my note to C. Stuart and at 2 ½ had written so far of today, and had folded and sealed up in envelope my note - 4 pages of ½ sheet to ‘The Lady Stuart de Rothesay’ enclosing in the same my note to ‘the honourable Miss Stuart’ and enclosed these and my note to ‘the Honourable Lady Stuart Whitehall’ under cover to ‘Lord Stuart de Rothesay 3 Carlton house terrace London’ - sent the above letters at 7 pm by George - A- and I out at 2 ¾ to Brearley hill to meet Holt about getting water for John Bottomley and about sinking pit to enable me to look after Mr. Rawson - getting the water will cost about £16 to £20 sinking and driving at 3/. to 3/6 per yard - about 100 yards - ordered this job to be advertised next week for letting as also the pit sinking - H- thinks the pit will cost about 40/. per yard sinking about 100 yards deep to the lower bed - saw the place near the upper gateway just above Conery wood in the Park farm well field - with a small fire engine might get coal there for many years - easily roaded along the foot of Bairstow, out just below Whiskum cottage into the new bank to Halifax - pit to be oblong 8ft. x 5.4 .:. about not quite said SW. tonight 5sq. yards stuff will come out at each yard depth of sinking - 5x100 = 500 yards of stuff carting down to the foot of the wall opposite the house = about £20 - the water of dirt band (36 yards band) and fourscore yards band to be gathered up in sinking and turned the conery clough separately or not to the house - H- said the coal would sell at 8d at the pit’s mouth - and no turnpike to Hx would make a penny a load difference - R- sells at 9 1/2d in the town - we should sell at 9d - would average 5 ½ corves or loads per square yard - 20 loads or one score would sell for 13/4 at the pits mouth -

From Brearley hill A- met me at Whiskum cottage – thence down the old bank to Halifax to the Bowling foundry for fine-grates for north parlour north chamber and tent room – then to Miss Hebden’s – good account of Charlotte Booth – then to Whitley’s – brought home volume 3 8vo Lyell’s Geology and Busby’s Journal among the vineyards of Spain and Portugal - and pamphlet by John Travers on the Tea duties – then to Throp’s about acorns and settling Bairstow with them – home up the old bank at 6 55 – dinner at 6 – coffee – had Washington – nothing to be made of Mrs Machin about the sale of her 11 DW of coal – but W- told me he would call again on Saturday – A- and I sat talking and reading the newspaper George brought back this evening – with my aunt from 9 ¾ to 10 ¾ - wrote all but the 3 first lines of this page till 11 ½ pm at which hour F59 ½° in my study - very fine day - note from Mr. Wilkinson Heath to say the front pew in the north gallery nearest to the west gallery is at liberty rent 1 guinea a year.

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52. June 19

MM ANON …… HMTQ boost……… cup cakes in kings-him ………… Garden-send-her ……… September kids ………… hack Australia ………… Bei-ching ………… Charlotte & George together ………… no longer alert ?? ………… “ get packed Philip we’re orf soon” ………debt, what debt? ……… slave day………… ONS………… “ bubble bubble- toil and trouble” ……… 🎼teach your children well🎼………… “Sydney ‘ don’t forget my tigger PJs”……… ��swing low,sweet chariot 🎼………… “ Cabbage ‘ it’s tic-toc time”.

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June 19/20

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HMTQ boost………

HMTQ SENT A LETTER TODAY TO BOOST OR ENCOURAGE THE BUSINESS COMMUNITY FOR THEIR HARD WORK DURING THIS TRYING TIME. HERE IS HER LETTER . COURTESY OF www.business-live.co.uk

Hull and Humber Chamber of Commerce chief executive Dr Ian Kelly has welcomed recognition from the Queen of the work the organisation and their members are doing nationwide.

The Queen is patron of the British Chambers of Commerce and she has acknowledged the response to the coronavirus pandemic as work begins on rebuilding the economy.

In the letter, Her Majesty said: “At a time of great difficulty for many, it is heart-warming to see the civic response and generosity of so many businesses, small and large, to the challenges posed, whether supporting the health sector or vulnerable communities.”

“As Patron of the British Chambers of Commerce, it gives me great pride to see the contribution you and your members are making to help firms, champion trade and rebuild communities.”

cup cakes in kings-him ………… Garden-send-her ………

BOTH WILLIAM AND CATHERINE MADE PUBLIC APPEARANCES TODAY. I AM SAYING THIS FOR THE LAST TIME SINCE I HAVE BEEN BANGING ON ABOUT THIS SINCE LAST NOVEMBER, SHOWED ABSOLUTELY NO SIGN OF A BABY BUMP.😮😞😊 WILLIAM VISITED THE MOST QUAINT BAKERY I HAVE NEVER SEEN BEFORE IN MY LIFE. OH HOW I WOULD LOVE TO SEE THAT FOR REAL. HE BOUGHT SOME PASTRIES, HAD A CHAT ABOUT HOW THE BUSINESS WAS GOING.I POSTED THIS EARLIER , THEY GAVE HIM THE CUTEST FOOTBALL THEMED EARLY BIRTHDAY CAKE. HE LOOKED LIKE A KID GETTING IT, IT WAS SO CUTE. SMITHS THE BAKERS SERVE HMTQ SANDRINGHAM ESTATE SO THEY MUST BE REALLY YUMMY GOODS COMING OUT OF THOSE OVENS.

CATHERINE, TRUE TO HER LIVE , YET ANOTHER THING SHE EXCELS AT VISITED A GARDEN CENTRE CALLED FAKENHAM,NEAR THEIR ANMER HALL HOME. . SHE LOOKED SO HAPPY AND HEALTHY. I LEARNED A NEW WORD, HER VEST SHE WORE IS CALLED A GILET. I WONDER IF THAT MEANS SOME WEAR IT FISHING, WITH THE WORD GILL IN IT? SHE REPORTEDLY SHARED THAT SHE AND WILLIAM HAD DONE THE GROCERY SHOPPING DURING LOCKDOWN. HOW AMAZING ARE OUR CAMBRIDGES I MEAN COME ON!💜💜💜💜💜❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💜💜💜💜💜

September kids …………

IT HAS BEEN ALL BUT CONFIRMED BY THE BIRTHDAY GENT HIMSELF, PM BORIS JOHNSON, THAT SCHOOLS SHALL FULLY RESUME COME SEPTEMBER IN THE U.K. HOW MANY RELIEVED PARENTS DO YOU HEAR SIGHING, IF YOU LISTEN REALLY HARD YOU CAN HEAR IT! GOOD, WE LIVE WITH VIRUSES AND BACTERIA ALL THE TIME. LIFE MUST GET ON, THE ECONOMY MUST GET ON. WE HAVE SEEN THE EFFECTS IN RECENT DAYS OF BEHAVIOUR PARTLY ATTRIBUTABLE TO BEING ON LOCKDOWN FOR SO LONG.

hack Australia …………

BIG NEWS CAME DURING THE NIGHT FROM AUSTRALIAN PM MORRISON OF A SYSTEMATIC, TARGETED, REPEATED INVASION OF ALL SORTS OF PLACES BY A FOREIGN ACTOR. GOVERNMENT TO PRIVATE BUSINESSES TO FINANCIAL. IT HAS BEEN SUSTAINED AND AT SUCH A LEVEL HE WENT PUBLIC BUT AS FAR AS I KNOW HAS STOPPED SHORT OF NAMING THE ACTOR. THE PUNDITS HAVE RULED OUT RUSSIA AND ARE LOOKING RIGHT AT CHINA. CHINA HAS BOUGHT UP SO MUCH LAND, REAL ESTATE AND BUSINESSES IN CANADA ESPECIALLY ON THE WEST COAST.

Bei-ching …………

CHINA HAS LONG BEEN KNOWN TO HACK INTO COMPANIES, GOVERNMENT ETC AND STEAL INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY. JUST LOOK AT OUR COUNTRY CURRENTLY “HOSTING”THE HEAD OF HUAWEIS DAUGHTER AT THE REQUEST OF AMERICA HAVING A WARRANT. SHE THOUGHT SHE WOULD GET BOND AT HER RECENT HEARING BUT THE JUDGE MADE THE RIGHT AND INCREDIBLY DANGEROUS DECISION TO NOT GRANT BOND. SHE HAS LOTS OF BODY PROTECTORS AT ALL TIMES. I WORRY BECAUSE CHINA HAS A LONG MEMORY. MEANWHILE THEY ARE AT IT IN AUSTRALIA MAKING BILLIONS FROM STOLEN INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY, DESIGNS, SECRETS, DEALS ETC ETC.

Charlotte & George together …………

THE CAMBRIDGES HAVE GONE PUBLIC NOW STATING THAT GEORGE AND CHARLOTTE WILL REMAIN TOGETHER WHEN IT COMES TO SCHOOL ATTENDANCE EVEN THOUGH SHE COULD BE IN SCHOOL NOW. I APPLAUD THEM, THEY CAN SUPPORT ONE ANOTHER. I HAVE NO DOUBT THEY HAVE DONE PLENTY OF LEARNING AT HOME AS THEIR PATENTS ARE NEVER IDLE UNLESS THEY ARE BINGE WATCHING SOMETHING OR WATCHING FOOTBALL.

no longer alert ?? …………

THE PAPERS IN THE U.K. TODAY , PM SAYING THEY WILL MOVE DOWN ANOTHER STEP AND BEFORE LONG THERE WILL BE ZERO COVID ALERT. THE CURRENT CASES ARE VERY LOW AND PEOPLE ARE CRAVING TO HAVE THEIR LIVES………

debt, what debt? ………

AS YESTERDAY, OR EARLIER THIS WEEK, THE PAPERS STATED THE BANK OF ENGLAND HAS FLOODED £100,000,000.00 IN NEW MONEY IN AN ATTEMPT TO STAVE OFF A COMPLETE RECESSION DESCENDING INTO COMPLETE MARKET CRASH. THE LOCKDOWN EFFECTS ON BUSINESS PLUS PEOPLE ARE SAVING MONEY NOT SPENDING IT LIKE THEY WOULD IF LIFE WERE THE USUAL. SEEMS TO BE SOME SPENDING LIKE THE DEBT IS NO BOTHER. EXAMPLE BEING THAT £9,000,000.00 PAINT JOB ON THE PLANE MM ANON MENTIONED THE OTHER DAY. BAILOUTS, STIMULUS PACKAGES, ASSISTANCES TO FAMILIES AND THE UNEMPLOYED AND SOON TO BE UNEMPLOYED….JUST READ @sandiedog POST YESTERDAY ABOUT THAT.

slave day…………

IN AMERICA, THIS WEEK IN JUNE IS REFERRED TO AS JUNETEENTH. I MENTIONED IT THE OTHER DAY. TODAY LOTS OF REMEMBRANCES. IN TULSA OKLAHOMA, ON JUNE 19/1865 AN ENTIRE SECTION OF THE CITY, BLACK OWNED BUSINESSES, IT WAS CALLED THE BLACK WALL STREET. IT WAS A MASSIVE GROUP THAT INVADED BURNING EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND AND MURDERING HUNDREDS OF BLACK CITIZENS. I HAD NOT HEARD OF THIS UNTIL THIS YEAR. ITS STILL A VERY PAINFUL MEMORIES FOR THE COMMUNITY. TODAY IS CALLED THE START OF EMANCIPATION. NO MORE BEING A SLAVE, A CITIZEN.

ONS…………

THE OFFICE OF NATIONAL STATISTICS HAS RELEASED COVID-19 SEVERITY CASES INTO ETHNICITIES. BLACK MEN ARE FIVE TIMES MORE LIKELY TO DIE FROM COVID AS CAUCASIAN. THEY LIST OTHER ETHNICITIES AS WELL THAT HAVE A HIGHER RISK RATE. I HOPE SOMEONE INVESTIGATES AND RESEARCHES THOSE DATA FINDINGS.

“ bubble bubble- toil and trouble” ………

AGAIN AT LAST WE RETURN TO THE BARD, THIS IS THE SCENE WHERE THE THREE WITCHES PREDICTING THE HORRORS THAT WILL UNFOLD IN “THE PLAY” ITS VERY BAD LUCK,ACCORDING TO THEATRE FOLK TO SAY THE NAME, MACBETH. HOWEVER, THE CORRECT LINE IS DOUBLE DOUBLE TOIL AND TROUBLE……HERE IT IS BUBBLE. IS THIS TO MEANING THAT THE SOCIAL BUBBLE THAT STARTED IN THE U.K. LAST WEEKEND I THINK, AND THE AIR CORRIDORS, BRIDGES BUBBLES WHATEVER MAY NOT BE WORKING AS PLANNED. THE PM IS PROPOSING, MAYBE STATING THAT CLASS SIZES OF 30 STUDENTS IS A PUPIL BUBBLE. THERE IS PENDING RISK OF COURSE BUT MUCH MUCH LESS THAN PREVIOUSLY. I LOVE THE PHOTO IF HIM WITH THE WEE ONES DEMONSTRATING THE NEW DISTANCE.

🎼teach your children well🎼…………

I LOVE THIS SONG, I HAD FORGOTTEN ABOUT IT. CROSBY STILLS AND NASH, GRAHAM NASH WEOTE. MAN I FORGOT ABOUT THEM, THEY ARE SO GOOD. CHILDREN WILL RESUME NORMAL LEARNING IN THE FALL BARRING ANYTHING MAJOR, I BELIEVE IN CANADA AS WELL.

I THINK THIS HAS A DEEPER MEANING, THE SONG WAS WRITTEN IN THE 1960’s. A TIME OF GREAT TURMOIL AND UNREST IN AMERICA, ESPECIALLY THE SOUTHERN REGION. DR KING WAS SPEAKING AND WORKING HARD AT RACIAL EQUALITY. HIS, I HAVE A DREAM SPEECH IS EPIC. IF YOU BY CHANCE HAVE NEVER HEARD AND SEEN IT, I SUGGEST IT HIGHLY. THE PROTESTING, FRUSTRATION OF RACIAL ISSUES WORLDWIDE AND THEN OF COURSE THE TROUBLEMAKERS JOIN IN, WREAK HAVOC AND TAKE AWAY THE MEANING. BUT I DO NOT SEE THIS GOING AWAY. THINGS ARE CHANGING AND THEY MUST. IF WE DO NOT EVOLVE AND LEARN , WE GROW STAGNANT. HUMAN BEINGS ARE MEANT TO LEARN , GROW, LIVE LIFE FULLY. OTHERWISE WHATS THE POINT RIGHT?

🎼swing low,sweet chariot 🎼…………

IN REALLY OLD FASHIONED TERMS THIS IS A NEGRO SPIRITUAL, NO OFFENCE INTENDED. THE SPIRITUALS HAD MEANING BEYOND THE RELIGIOUS. THE LYRICS SERVED AS A GUIDEPOST TO ESCAPED SLAVES. WHERE TO GO, HOW TO FIND SAFETY, HOW TO FIND ABOLITIONISTS WHO WILL HELP THEM TOWARDS FREEDOM. THEY ARE EXTREMELY POWERFUL. THE RUGBY LEAGUE , REPORTEDLY HAS TAKEN THIS SONG FOR MANY YEARS SND AS WE KNOW IN ENGLISH SPORT LIKE FOOTBALL OR RUGBY, THE CROWD SINGS THE SAME SONGS, THEME SONGS IF YOU LIKE. WITH THE CURRENT CLIMATE OF RACIAL ISSUES THEY ARE GOING TO CONSIDER STOPPING SINGING THIS. ALTHOUGH HOW DO YOU STOP 40,000 DRUNK FANS FROM SINGING ONCE THE STADIUMS OPEN UP? THE PM HAS COME OUT AGAINST THIS BAN.

“ get packed Philip we’re orf soon” “ Sydney ‘ don’t forget my tigger PJs”……… “ Cabbage ‘ it’s tic-toc time”.

BACK AT MY MOST FAVOURITE TIME. FIRESIDE VISIT AT WINDSOR CASTLE. TIME TP HEAD UP TO BALMORAL, THE SUMMER HOLIDAYS AS USUAL. HMTQ REMINDING HIMSELF IT HOLIDAY TIME. SHE MUST BE FEELING PRETTY GOOD TO USE THE CHEEKY ENGLISH ORF FOR OFF.🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂NOW HIMSELF WEARING TIGGER PYJAMAS I WOULD PAY SERIOUS MONEY TO SEE. BUT WE DO KNOW WELL THAT AT CHRISTMASTIME , THEY LOVE TO GIVE EACH OTHER WACKY FUNNY GIFTS. MY SUSPICION IS THAT THESE ARE ONE SUCH GIFT.😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣. TWO BELOVED NICKNAMES CABBAGE 🥬 AND SAUSAGE , HIMSELF HAS FOR HMTQ. HE IS QUITE SWEETLY ACTUALLY, REMINDING HER ITS TIME FOR “THE CAMBRIDGE SHOW ON TIK TOK”.

I WOUKD LOVE IT TO BE THE RACHEL SHOW WITH AN ⏳COUNTING DOWN TIME TO JUSTICE. ⚖️ 🕰 TICK TOCK RACHEL, SOON THE BELL TOLLETH FOR THEE 🔔

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53. July 1

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MM ANON ……… Hong gone ………… Melbourne hellbourn……… Britain made a wedding profit ??? …………… 4 th July closed. …………… Independent’s bug. …………Maple Kate forever……… George is upset…………… 🎼follow er of fashion 🎼………………… MM, a legend in her own lunchtime ……………… Wigan bin in ……………………air Bridge of size.

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JULY 1/2020 HAPPY CANADA DAY🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦

RIDDLE #53 FOR ME BUT I THINK I MISSED FOUR OR FIVE RIDDLES SORRY. I WILL ATTEMPT THIS ONE. THANK YOU MM ANON FOR YOUR KIND MESSAGE✝️✝️✝️🌈🌈🌈💟💟💟PG💟💟💟💟🌈🌈🌈✝️✝️✝️🦥🦥🦥🦥🦥🦥🦥🦥🦥🦥

Hi kids this is my very very very first riddle using this software where I don’t have to type so I just speak so if I come across differently it’ll be just my pattern of speech but hopefully you’ll still get the whole wonderful marvellous experience of PG😁💜💜💜✝️✝️✝️🦥🦥🦥✝️✝️✝️🌈🌈🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

Hong gone …………

Well kids I am going to attempt using dictation no no no attempt dictation anyhow I can’t go back in and erase what does called so anyways I’m going to attempt dictation of audio of my riddle interpretation and this one hung gone makes me very sad. The British handover her to China of Hong Kong 20 years ago or so was with the understanding that Hong Kong ,The Hong Kong ,would maintain its independence and it’s free market and all that and it’s all changed. Hong Kong is gone. China has invaded they have made free speech and any mention relating to Hong Kong illegal and many people have been arrested and this is absolutely dire situation it’s just terrible. We need to pray for all those people there’s a lot of people from all over the world that have lived there for a long time doing business and I know a lot of Canadians have left already but I do know many are still there and sentence

Melbourne hellbourn……

This phrase goes back a number of years some when there was a lot of racial attacks on I,migrants from India. however that is Old news and what we have is a major major spike in again the coronavirus across Melbourne there’s been any many more cases actually Austra different parts of Australia and it’s resulted in a lot of serious oh I don’t need to go onto all that you guys know the whole what happens when the case is spike. They have been saying for a while with this coronavirus COVID-19, is more virulence in warmer weather no that’s interesting because here where I am it’s we’re pushing 40°C and Australia is on the bottom of the world are on the other side of the world anyways and they’re technically in there autumn so I don’t know how that theory holds I although I haven’t myself checked with the temperature is there so I could be wrong it could be out there. Anyway it is very serious and we just need to keep all of everyone in prayer our Australian friends in prayer or New Zealand Friends in prayer.

Britain made a wedding profit ??? ……………

Ha Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah oh kids when I speak you will get more of a conversation for me then just information and I had to laugh reading this because Madam is now claiming 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂she’s claiming 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂knock knock do now knock knock , who’s there, ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha ha ha. OK serious now Madam is claiming that her 32,000,000 pound wedding which was paid for by whoever brought in $1 billion pounds worth of tourism to the UK ha ha ha ha ha ha. Ha ha ha ha I am sorry but this is just insanity run amok in the mire of Sea hag soup yuck liar Rachel Rachel Rachel Rachel Rachel liar.

4 th July closed. …………… Independent’s bug. …………

Today is Canada day so I wish my fellow Canadians a happy Canada Day🇨🇦. July 4 in America is usually their day to celebrate America day in the American land as Pluto living would say, if you’ve ever watched Pluto living on YouTube, with our Canadian superstore talking dog talks about the Canada land and the America land and the England seriously. So July 4 is Independence Day in America. It is a holiday it’s usually a picnic day a parade day or day of national pride a lot of people out and about with music and film and live music and fireworks 💥 and that sort of thing do you to the increase again in corona Coronavirus seems to be spiking in various cities and of course the “friendly gatherings” that have been happening all over the country “to redecorate public landscapes”, have led to the cancellation of many July 4 celebrations which is very sad and again then indication of where things are at.

Maple Kate forever………

🍁 The maple leaf forever with the original song of Canada before we have to celebrate dominion day but we are when we got our flag I think in 1967 it’s been since then has been called Canada day. When William and Catherine visited Canada in 2011 they were here on Canada Day and she’s all she’s beautiful in red and she was wearing the Maple 🍁 leaf brooch that a HMTQ loaned to her. It was a gift from Canada. I am blessed enough to own a copy of that brooch that my sister brought back for me from one of her trips to London which unfortunately she could not take this year she has missed several trips that she’s not happy bunny 🐰 about.

George is upset……………

Now I know this is not recent but there have been cute reports that our George is not happy with the schoolwork he’s getting because Charlotte has much cooler stuff to learn and to work on. That was reported back in May mid May end of May so I don’t know if she’s doing cooler summer projects or maybe taking swimming lessons or something else maybe she’s got some thing that he thinks is cooler I couldn’t find anything recently anyways more recent than that but George is such a sensitive soul don’t you just love them.

🎼follow er of fashion 🎼…………………

OK here we have a song and it’s follower of fashion or follow ER a fashion let’s talk about the ER could be emergency room or a variation of the British way of saying her which would be ‘er, although they do say that in some parts of America I believe are pronounce it thusly. The song follower and fashions with the in from the 1960s by the band The Kinks and it totally made fun of British fashion and style at that time And just as you do you can make fun of your own but don’t let anybody else try. No when I see ER, it obviously her Majesty’s signature, however here we have ER in lowercase,er. This is a woman who is a legend in her own mind Madam part of the billion £1,000,000,000 that was supposed to have been earned by the government of England or Britain or the England land or whatever amount of calls it a part of the billion £of that was to be earned by her wedding was from her and her brilliant fashion choices none of which were British with the exception of I believe and Stella McCartney. The dress for the reception dinner after the happy gathering of unhappy people are rumours abound whether a reception occurred or not. There are no pictures and yeah so whether there was an actual reception or not I’ll leave that for you to decide whether madams fashion choices have been British is obvious know whether her fashion choices have raised money probably whether they have been good no and so this song with kind of fit because it’s making direct funding of fashion British fashion of the time but now the fashion that Madame has employed guys the threat of the stuff is totally different doing talking then doing typing so please bear with me.

MM, a legend in her own lunchtime ………………

Oh this is too funny I just use the word the word the first phrase in the above paragraph she’s a legend in her own mind MM ANON, you have A legend in her own lunchtime. I think the same explanation applies she is just the cats miaow in her own eyes and she just can do anything and do no wrong wonder if she’s preparing for now at lunchtime chat show or what’s going on the meaning of lunchtime I should just worry about her court and her five so-called friends that she has no named not public leave it to the court and my goodness the chips are going to fall the chips are going to fall the 🔔 tolling I can hear it off in the distance the bell 🔔 is towing can you hear the bell 🔔 Rachel it is starting to toll for thee!

Wigan bin in ……………………

Sad news for the Wigand athletic club it’s been announced that they’ve gone into administration. They have been in the champions club and this closure administration is due to the effects of the coronavirus yet another victim of the coronavirus. The club has been given a 12 point suspension which could remove them from the current leak there in and relegate some to a lower league which should be absolutely disastrous and devastating of course for all the fans never mind the players and all the staff people in their jobs just it’s just devastating. The coronavirus has just weird we haven’t even begin to see The extreme damage which has been done and all the ripple effects of the lockdown the many deaths the illness is the lot real lockdown on the entire effectiveness of just it’s just it’s so massive that my mind at least at this point cannot even grasp.

air Bridge of size.

An air bridge is the cross platform right from your desktop to your mobile phone communication system for quick to dial phone numbers it’ll text you you are a nearest transfers from any desktop to your mobile device which is very convenient.

I don’t believe MM ANON, is referring to this type of air because I do believe she’s she’s really referring to the air bridge in terms of travel. I’ve actually found a newspaper article here it’s in titled air bridge of sighs SIGHS,, and it’s talking about the rules of the UK regarding travel the quarantine for those travelling into the country will still be remain in effect and people will be compelled to wear facemasks in public transport. Seems to be some challenges with regards to individual countries. Currently I emergency tops are in the way between our Nicola Sturgeon a Scottish national party and the Boris Johnson he made the statement that the air is no border between Scotland and England it that that was absurd and as we knowScots🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿are proud and they were many want their independence and a great umbrage at the comment made by the PM Johnson. This is quite important because as you know her Majesty always goes to Balmoral in Scotland for her summer break and if they are not allowing travel that would not be a good thing so guys get it resolved she wants to go she needs to go they need the holiday get it resolved please for her Majesty thank you.

OK kids I’d like some feedback on how this went using the microphone and having me talk instead of typing. It’s definitely been a lot easier for me and I hope it makes the riddle still enjoyable and helpful I am missed about four orfive of them that week when I took a break there and I feel badly about that but I can’t go back and do them now so I don’t know what riddle l am on now I am really don’t know but anyways thanks kids thanks a lot bye-bye

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54. July 3.

HEY KIDS, I AM GETTING THE HANG OF DOING THE AUDIO NOW. IT SWITHCHES FROM ALL CAPS TO REGUSO BEAR WITH ME✝️✝️✝️PG💟💟💟

MM ANON

MM ANON ………OMG your under arrest………… video link………… across the border Scotland ……………surprise George …………… Charlotte leads………… Kate&William on top again ………… MM pathetic and mendacious ………… fakency lies……………… “ nice to be going soon cabbage“………… “ yes , I’m looking forward to a drive around the grounds” ………… “ shooting party’s this year” ……… “ doctors approval Philip “ …………” we’ll bring Sydney “……… “ Ahhh, that reminds me,Sydney!!”……… “Philip, it’s tic toc.”

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Sorry kids I ended up crashing to sleep yesterday and the riddle came up so I missed it but here at four in the morning I’m awake and

OMG your under arrest………… video link…………

WELL GHISLAINE MAXWELL WAS ARRESTED yESTERDAY ACTUALLY BY NOW IT WILL BE THE DAY BEFORE YESTERDAY SHE WAS ARRESTED ON WEDNESDAY THURSDAY. THURSDAY IN THE TINY STATE OF NEW HAMPSHIRE IN AMERICA. SHE WAS NOT THOUGHT TO BE IN AMERICA BY MANY. OTHERS THOUGHT MAYBE SHE WAS HIDING IN SOUTH AMERICA OR SOMEWHERE ELSE BUT NOPE THERE SHE WAS IN THAT LITTLE STATE. SHE HAS BEEN BEING BEING MONITORED BY THE FBI FOR QUITE SOME TIME AND SO THEY WERE WAITING, HOW WAS IT, PHRASE THEY SAID THEY WERE WAITING FOR WHEN IT WAS THE RIGHT TIME, SO OBVIOUSLY THERE ARE SOME THINGS THAT THEY NEEDED TO HAVE IN PLACE before they arrested her. THE FBI WANT MISS MAXWELL TO FLIP OVER ON PRINCE ANDREW AND SOME OTHER WELL HEELED MEN BECAUSE SHE HERSELF IS BEING ACCUSED OF SEXUALLY ABUSING ARE THOSE THOSE WOMEN AND YOUNG GIRLS, SHE MAY BE LOOKING TO MAKE A DEAL. ON THE PHRASE THAT JEFFREY HAD A BLACK BOOK BAG, IN HER, BY ARRESTING HER, THEY’VE GOT THE LIVING BLACK BOOK! SO THEY USE THE “THEY KNOW WHERE SHE KNOWS WERE ALL THE BODIES ARE BURIED WHICH MEANING MAY MEAN LITERAL BODIES I DON’T KNOW BUT IT’S JUST USUALLY MEANS THAT SHE KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT EVERYTHING ABOUT EVERYONE AND EVERY HORRIBLE THING THAT WAS DONE.OK kids all IS WORKING NOW OR ISN’T IT IF IT’S WORKING BUT IT WORKS HERE AT WORK AND EMAIL BUT IT DOESN’T WORK IN A TUMBLR WHEN I WANT TO DO A MESSAGE TO SOMEBODY SO ANYHOW WE’RE STILL LEARNING THIS WHOLE GAME. NEW SENTENCE SO SHE WAS TO APPEAR YESTERDAY VIA VIDEO LINK TO FACE THE JUDGE THE BIGGEST HURDLE WAS BAIL. She was mandated to the custody of the US marshals and will be transferred to the courthouse I see the jail in Manhattan. Ironically it’s the same jail where Jeffrey Epstein was held until his death.OF COURSE SHE WANTED BAIL BUT DO IT TO HER NOW THERE’S SOME SOME PEOPLE SAYING YOU SHOULD HAVE ENOUGH AS MUCH MONEY AS THE RUMORS ARE BUT I THINK SHE’S A PRETTY WEALTHY LADY SO NEEDLESS TO SAY BAIL WAS DENIED BECAUSE SHE IS A FLIGHT RISK. She is being held without bond on child charges of child sex trafficking part of it is for Jeffrey Epstein and part of it is for herself oh I see now I’ve gone on all caps off again anyways whatever I’ll just keep talking. SHE’S JUST ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING HUMAN BEING AND THEY WANT HER TO FLIP ON PRINCE ANDREW AND SO THEY’RE GONNA BE PUTTING PRESSURE ON HER AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN I REALLY DON’T.

across the border Scotland ……………

WELL THINGS HAVE GOTTEN GONE FROM BAD TO WORSE SO YESTERDAY THEY WERE IN NEGOTIATIONS WITH NICOLA STURGEON IN THE FIRST MINISTER OF SCOTLAND AND THINGS HAVE JUST FALLEN APART AND THE BORDER WILL REMAIN CLOSED. SO ANYONE WANTING TO TRAVEL TO SCOTLAND I THINK WOULD BE “SOL”, OR, BLANK OUT OF LUCK AS WE SAY HERE I WON’T SAY THE FIRST WORD. I am finding conflicting information here on whether her Majesty will be able to go to Balmoral or not due to the border being closed. I said I am but it comes up as I’ll caps on so this whatever you’ll just have to bear with me and with the with the system sometimes it’ll be capital letters sometimes not. So I don’t know what’s gonna happen with her vacation does she have the power and authority to override the law seems like Dominic Cummings and then a lot of local politicians to so I I don’t know what’s gonna happen I really don’t. I just feel really bad for her they just been through so much loss so much and now this and with what’s going on with Ghislaine Maxwell oh my goodness.

surprise George …………… Charlotte leads…………

All caps on one of Prince Georges godmothers Julia Samuel has just come out with what she gives him for gifts. SHE SPOKE ABOUT HOW GEORGE’S PERSONALITY IS SO SIMILAR TO DIANA’S HOW IT’S FUN AND CHEEKY AND LIKES JUST TO HAVE A LOT OF FUN.SHE WAS SPEAKING ON A PODCAST AND THE LADY WHO IS DOING THE PODCAST HER NAME WAS ELIZABETH DAY, AND A FEW RIDDLES AGO MAYBE TWO WEEKS AGO WE HAD A CLUE FROM YOU MM ANON THAT SAID NICE SCOOP BETH KNOW I THOUGHT AT THE TIME IT WAS ELIZABETH HOLMES AND I WAS STICKING TO MY STORY BUT HERE WE HAVE ELIZABETH DAY WHO HAS SCORED AN INTERVIEW. PRINCE GEORGE ‘S GODMOTHER SO I WOULD SAY THAT WOULD BE A NICE SCOOP BETH.

THE CAMBRIDGE CHILDREN ARE A BUSY BUSY BUSY AS USUAL THEY ARE HAVING A GARDEN THAT THEY’RE ALL WORKING ON. NO OF COURSE ALL EVERYTHING BECOMES A COMPETITION WITH CHILDREN AND I THINK GEORGE IS A LITTLE SUNFLOWER IS NOT GROWING AS FAST AS FIRST LOUIS SO HE’S A LITTLE BIT NOT HAPPY ABOUT THAT OR UPSET.

Kate&William on top again …………

I don’t have Instagram but what I’m finding here and I don’t know if it’s correct but the Sussex is have 11.2 and the Cambridge and have 11.9 million so if that’s accurate and correct they are on top again with the Instagram followers. It’s just me something else that’s not surprising either because we love them everybody loves them.

MM pathetic and mendacious ………… fakency lies………………

Madam is continuing with a boatload of PR lies this week. It is just been unbelievable all the lies and the the scraping of the barrel and again crying make up lad has appeared that little that man that acts like a little lad and cries and oh my goodness. The she is pregnant rumours are out and so are rumours she is seeing the top OB/GYN in LA and the scan revealed it’s a baby girl. Blah blah blah more lies lies lies she’s more pathetic as the days go by and I didn’t even think that was possible for her.

Now with Ms. Maxwell being arrested she knows all the Names and she knows everything about everybody who is involved with everything. So if there is any connection I would be quaking in my boots and I think it’s really interesting that President Trump had a conversation with her Majesty the Queen just before the arrest so the FBI saying they’re waiting for the right time for the arrest this is a long game kids this is not just a general in a play and it’s got a touchdown and we’re done with it so it’s a wow I would just love to know all the details that are happening in the background.

With regards to her lawsuit against MOS she now has come forward in the sealed document named who the five friends are that she had not given permission to tell her story to via People magazine. She still denies giving permission. So it’s gonna be really interesting when and if we find out who those five friends are and all my my my my my my we are getting near the end I can just hear the tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock on the clock. justice is awaiting definitely the scales of justice our O waving and many of us are as well not waiving the waiting.

“ nice to be going soon cabbage“………… “ yes , I’m looking forward to a drive around the grounds” ………… “ shooting party’s this year” ……… “ doctors approval Philip “ …………” we’ll bring Sydney “……… “ Ahhh, that reminds me,Sydney!!”……… “Philip, it’s tic toc.”

Now we are back at Windsor Castle. Her Majesty and Prince Philip are discussing the pending trip to Balmoral, via helicopter, and one of his sweetheart words for her is cabbage or sausage and so we’re having cabbage today and they’re speaking of it. HMTQ is saying how nice it is to be going for a drive around the grounds. And as per usual there will be hunting parties and that’s anything outdoor at Balmoral fishing picnicking hunting it’s just absolutely the delight and love of the royal family. Sounds like they’ve both had their medical checks and they’re all clear no signs of fever or any other health issues so they’re clear to go over to Scotland and I’m certain with her being the Queen that that she can make that decision and I wholeheartedly support that. Her Majesty is saying you still need to bring Sydney along I don’t know how himself would get along without Sydney in and he saying all Sydney yes and I think he’s wanting to make sure that Sydney has enough of his Boddington‘s to last for the entire they are at Balmoral, and then some🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂.

They are getting an alert or some sort of tone on their device indicating that it’s the Tic Toc time and the Cambridge kids are on and ready to perform forget again and himself oh I’d love to see that it’s not so awesome I just I just have pictures of what this time as you know with them together the two of them and Sydney and the dynamics going back-and-forth and after knowing and being together for so long I just think it’s so so darn special.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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55. July 3

MM ANON ………… 0600 hr. ……………… build,build,build, drink ,drink,drink …………… 🎼Braaaaaazil🎼……………… business as unusual …………… speak to the Guinness ………… TSDONY………… Subpoena ad testomonium…… theatre/ no theatre ……………… but not America ………… Lone Ranger……………… Mt, Rushmore ………… a bad day in LA ………… still hiding

✝️✝️🌈🌈💟💟THANK YOU MM ANON💟💟🌈🌈✝️✝️

JULY 3/2020. RIDDLE #55

0600 hr. ……………… build,build,build, drink ,drink,drink ……………

Well tomorrow or in the UK it’s ready today there will be one massive as the paper says pub Mageddon to get a riff on the word Armageddon. Starting at 06:00 the pubs will be open and there will be so many people queued up and waiting to get in. There will be drinking like we have not seen probably since the end of prohibition in the United States it will be on an epic level. There will be so much alcohol consumed because people have not had their locals for so long now. I sure would not want to be anywhere near any any place near where there is the level of rage needing to be let loose.

Yesterday PM Boris Johnson was a really given the charge that they needed to get the economy going and they will start building and refurbishing and adding a lot to London for sure and the Country. Needing to get the economy going after it being stalled for so long and having the Bank of England flood more money into the market, just people need to get back to work.

However it will be a drinking marathon and literally that will be the Thomas like round song do you remember round songs when you were a kid? you would like the wheels on the bus it all take turns than the song would go around and around. Anyways it will be like that drink drink drink build build build drink and drink beer I’ll be like two opposite sides working at the same time it’s going to be a gong show.

🎼Braaaaaazil🎼………………

MM ANON I just love you. This song by Xavier Cugat Is entitled Brazil. It was used in many movies and many lounges at the time when in many old movies of which I am a great fan of any of you know. Most of you would recognize the melody instantly as it was played but not know the name of it or who the performer was. It is a great Latin music song.There’s a movie called Sitting Pretty one of my favourite movies of all time with Maureen O’Hara and Robert Young,it is saying her husband they’re still there they’re name are Stacy and Henry King hang out what’s his name it’s gonna bug me and it’ll come back to me anyways this song plays prominently in a scene with that movie with her and Clifton Webb were doing a dance as the town gossips about them. This is one of the great Mr. Belvedere movies if you have not seen any of them oh you must. As you can see I remembered his name I am I thought I added it but above there his name is Robert Young.

Brazil is exploding with cases of COVID-19 is anyone else having COVID-19 fatigue like or is it just me? Anyhow they have decided to reopen the many businesses and they have not even hit the peak of their their cases yet. It’s it’s a dire thing for the economy and balancing lockdown and and finances and it’s just an absolute nightmare. One of the newspaper links here is saying that it’s a tragedy that is foretold is it inevitably going to happen and get my chores as things reopen the virus will spread even more. So it’s absolutely disastrous and so sad which is it just makes me so sad that this is happening.

business as unusual ……………

Everything has changed but since Covid in this clue could apply to anything from the social distancing and restaurants are the plastic that’s not the right word but you know the clear plastic for up in front of the cash registers are between tables. The business is re-open but with limits and the levels of disease spread will be monitored very closely any increase will result in what’s happened in Leicester were so been locked down again on people I’m sure are not obeying the the rules.

speak to the Guinness …………

One of my favourite beverages when I was able to drink before I’ve been on all this medication with Guinness extra cold oh my times in Scotland 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 all my good memories good memories. The way this is worded it almost reminds me of the saying talk to the hand when you didn’t want to hear something you put your hand up and you say talk to the hand. So this is like speak to the Guinness.I don’t know if there’s not enough supply or if they’re thinking they’re not having enough obviously then you talk to you to the Guinness. That is about it I don’t know if that’s for certain it off but that sounds possible to me.Given that they have been ramping up production of their famous beverage in anticipation of this weekends drink fest and they want to make sure they have enough on hand. Bars were supposed to open originally at midnight but they were had to be delayed until 6 AM so I’m sure the crowd will be just raring to go.

TSDONY…………

No what is this I have heard of SDNY the Southern District of New York. Geoffrey Berman he was head prosecutor of this very aggressive arm of the criminal justice system in the United States was fired a few days ago. I am not sure who is who will replace them I haven’t looked it up yet. So what what what what does B out of New York the Southern District well I guess you know what MM ANON in on you you’re using a different abbreviation I know it is SDNY and so I think you’re doing it as TSDONY which means the Southern District of New York I’m gonna go with that. This is a court that also prosecuted Michael Cohen, President Trump‘s I think they called him his fixer anyways he’s in jail now he’s been convicted of all sorts of things he’s in jail prison.

This is the office of which out of which Ghislaine Maxwell will be prosecuted. She was arrested in New Hampshire and she was turned over to the US Sheriffs for transport to taking her to Manhattan to the same jail where Jeffrey Epstein was kept. I certainly hope they have better security and supervision of her other than they did have Jeffrey. From the way the papers are talking it sounds like she’s going to be flipping over and cooperating and giving up all sorts of names and she knows a lot about a lot of people that they would not want known. Continues to be as this does laser focus on Prince Andrew from something way back when with someone who was an adult. There are so many politicians and stars will start is that an old word stars were like in the 1940s those movies to me those are stars so it was considered a star today is somebody who’s got PR. There’s a lot of people political people wealthy people people we probably can’t even imagine that are in her little mental black book that she could flip over on but yet they seem to be banging away at Prince Andrew. So it seems like this attack at our monarchy it’s just it’s continuing and it’s just I am not saying that I think he’s innocent but I do think he’s innocent until it’s proven guilty right it’s not how the world works? They just seem to be laser focussed on getting him to testify or getting something on him and were the backers are going full speed on this I’m not saying that office is corrupt but it’s very interesting that that the president had to add Bill Barr get rid of the head prosecutor there I don’t know I I don’t know anymore what what is true and what is fake news I really don’t.

Subpoena ad testomonium……

So I was just looking up the meaning of the word testomonium and it means at the end of a contract or a clause that says in witness there of any person would he say that they were in witness of some incident and they will be signing their name. Subpoena I think we all know what that means that’s a pay for you to get from the prosecutors office or the defence that you need to come in and give testimony. The FBI have been going on and on how uncooperative Prince Andrew and for him his side he said he would but he’s made himself available at any point for them to come to England to interview him,. So at some point This is going to happen but I highly highly highly doubt that I’ll believe it if I sought in person that Prince Andrew would go to United States. That would be the stupidest move he could ever do because he would never get out of that country. I don’t think his lawyers would let him nor would her Majesty, that was just very foolish. Anyhow I just think I just I know I am on about this but this this this attack against our monarchy is continuing and it’s escalating and we are ramping up and we thought we reaching a tipping point last summer and we thought we were reaching a tipping point the previous summer and remember the clue we had that was the “lift off “and we thought oh wow finally things will come out, and that’s like two years ago. so we know when the Lord Geidt has been playing The long game as has her Majesty. Will you say things have been happening in the background I know that’s been kind of like a broken record that we’ve been saying here but this is this is all coming together now with the the social unrest in the race issues and this was all planned a very long time ago and it’s financed by pick who you choose there’s a list of backers that we all know who it could be and in combination so they’re just sitting back laughing and watching that the horror unfold. I am on the other hand I am praying for our Queen and our monarchy and our faith that we can keep our faith open and seems to be attack on everything I hold dear, Christian faith, historic statues be the popular or not they tell our history and of course some thing I hold very dear to my heart is her majesty and the monarchy.

theatre/ no theatre ………………

I saw an interview with a Piers Morgan and the other lady on good morning Britain were interviewing John Barrowman. And he was born in Scotland but he’s was moved to the states with his family when his dad got a I think a big factory manager job I think at caterpillar anyways he was talking about the death of the theatre regarding Covid. Now if you’re not English and you’re not aware as fall approaches in winter approaches pantomime or Panto is huge and it’s a big money raiser for theatre and local theatre and They have no idea if it’s going to go on or not he said he is scheduled to be in Bristol in some I forget would play I forget anyway she scheduled to be there but he has no idea if it’s if it’s going to be going on or not and he’s not getting any word from anybody nobody knows anything. But then he he’s also been on the stage is a very well-known stage actor and he has been for years and he went on to talk about the West End in the theatre in the end if if those things don’t resume soon he said the theatre will die he said 75% of it is already gone and if the Panto season doesn’t go ahead that he said could be will be the death of the British theatre. I won’t say that too loud with my sister might hear that and that be devastating for her she likes to go to London to see several plays quite often. It really is quite devastating this whole it’s like I don’t even know it’s the whole world is changed and what we will look like on the other side of this I I just don’t know. I’ve I think I say, l just don’t know a lot eh? and I use the word anyhow different than when I’m typing.

but not America …………

I think MM ANON here is referring to the air bridges is where the countries that the Brits will be able to travel to given the Covid situation. What I’m reading is that America, Russia and Brazil are definitely off the list of places where Britons can travel to. So unfortunately they won’t be able to go to those places for holiday.

Lone Ranger………………

Way back I think in the 1950s there was a show called the lone ranger a hero riding his horse wearing a mask and a side kick Tonto. Well given the fact that title is Native American and with the half way the world is now I’m sure that show will be banned and will never be allowed to be played again. But it’s interesting that Trump is not wanting to wear a mask for a while but you change your mind on that I guess he’s looking for staff and who do you like to joke so silly he says he looks like the Lone Ranger when he wears a mask that’s so funny you know we need to laugh months all of this sadness right so he gave me a laugh anyways I thought that was pretty funny.

Mt, Rushmore …………

Tomorrow’s July 4 in the United States it’s called their lndependence Day and it’s usually filled with fun and barbeques in fireworks and people getting together watching parades and that’s her thing. A lot of places it’s all been cancelled due to the Covid. President Trump and his family will be going to Mount Rushmore and having a celebration there and fireworks. This is somewhat controversial as other places it’s been cancelled but he feels it’s very important that this go on. There has been talk of getting rid of some of the faces on mount Rushmore if you’re not familiar mount Rushmore is a massive Massive not statue but it’s carved into the side of the mountain four presidents I’m going to go from memory here I think it’s Teddy Roosevelt George Washington oh dear I’m not American I think those are two of them and there’s two more I can look it up if you’re interested in. There has been talk with all these statues being pulled down and destroyed there has been talk of some talk about getting rid of the part of Mount Rushmore because somebody doesn’t like the face of one of the presidents I am not sure the logic but that would be one major task to get up there and deface that so I hope they don’t do that. I hope everything goes well tomorrow I hope it’s televised at least people will get to see the fireworks which is so important I remember as a kid we always drove down my parents always drove us down across the border and we would go to different places and watch the fireworks and have hotdogs in and we would enjoy the day even though we were Canadian we would always drive down there and we always had loads of fun it was awesome. I just think it’s so sad somethings so sacred it is destroyed for so many millions of people after all the work over the last couple of hundred years of developing this beautiful country I just think it’s so sad. And I’m sure there will be protests tomorrow and even though all they can’t get together for parades and all this other stuff to celebrate they could certainly will be allowed their first amendment right to protest and possibly would very likely burn the flag we seen that quite often at these protests so anyways from my American friends my heart aches for you it really does I’ve been praying for you and I I just it it’s my heart just aches it really does.

a bad day in LA …………

Well well well, I am doing my best Angelina Jolie voice from Maleficent where she says well well well. Gil Garcetti was the DA in Los Angeles during the whole OJ trial thing and now his little boy is the mayor of Los Angeles.He has been all gung ho on the protests ,you know the first amendment right and it’s all good outside there’s fresh air and some people have masks and there’s no risk whatsoever as to COVID-19 that’s been his mantra. Well today ,as I say well well well ,there’s been a big spike in COVID-19 cases and well well well Mr. Little Eric Garcetti was forced to tell the truth today when previously when he said that the spike in Covid cases had nothing to do with the protests he had to eat some crow today and acknowledge that it was due to the protests.

still hiding

Who is still hiding? We know Madam has been hiding we know certainly that her main squeeze has been hard hiding ,Marcus and he’s either hiding or he’s in custody and he’s flipped on her I think he might have a sleazy enough to to look after his own self and everyone else be damned.. We’re not stupid though we know LG and his men know exactly where she is what she’s doing and even though she think she may be pulling something over on somebody, oh no way, the powers that be know exactly where she is and what she’s up to.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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56. July 5

Kids this audio software is just working out great for me may not give me better answers to the riddle but poetry makes my working on it a whole lot easier on my hands I’m so thankful so so thankful.

MM Anon

MM ANON ……… formula sprog………… madness will spill………… stupid father………… no she wont’ yes she will……… Nigel’s illegal pint………… Williams cider………… Spain’s pain……………… ahhhhhh, blonde bits …………… 🎼only the lonely🎼……………… for love or MONEY …………… HMTQ ( NENC) ………… with the contempt she deserves …………… it’s all a gamble , Arrrrrr!!

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July 4/20

✝️✝️🌈🌈💟💟 THANK YOU MM ANON. 💟💟🌈🌈✝️✝️

July 5/2020

I don’t believe there was a riddle for Sunday. Sorry l have been off this weekends kids. Going to do my best here.

a RIDDLE #56

formula sprog…………

HOW LONG HAS BERNIE ECCLESTONE BEEN THE HEAD OF F1 RACING?? SEEMS FOREVER. HE HAS ALOT OF CHILDREN AND HAS HAD MORE THAN HIS SHARE OF SUPERMODEL GIRLFRIENDS, HEIDI KLUM TO NAMONI CAMPBELL. WELL THE RIPE AGE OF 89 GENT HAS DONE IT AGAIN. A NEW BABY BOY WITH A WOMAN HALF HIS AGE, BABES INITIALS SPELL ACE, ALEXANDER CHARLES, WITH HIS THIRD WIFE FABRIANA FLOSI. CONGRATULATIONS.

madness will spill…………

There used to be an unwritten agreement that anybody who is caught with in any area of the Palace illegally without permission breaking in whatever would not be arrested it would not be made public but they will be quietly and quickly locked away in a psychiatric facility for quite some time. For some reason this change just before the gentleman broke into her Majesty‘s bedroom oh I can’t remember what year that was. Madam is known to have been attempting to do this and also attempting to take pictures of the Cambridge children and various areas of which Christmas time at Sandringham when she would go to the bathroom whenever she would attempt to take the long way around. And take some pictures. We do know that Prince Charles had her summarily shipped back and escorted back to the United States after being discovered trying that serve trick.This MOS lawsuit that she’s got her self into of her own choice and whatever comes out when that is made public I don’t know if it’s going to drive her mad she may already be mad but she’s going to stick with her narcissism till the end of the road. I think what we have here is GM going mad at the loss of her fancy lifestyle and having everything in anything the way she wants it and she will be spilling her guts completely to get a deal and who knows what that will look like. All I know is they better keep a better eye on her than they did on her partner JE there.

stupid father…………

There are several stupid fathers here to choose from and I’m not sure which one it would be it would be daddy Thomas. GM’s father she’s she’s the youngest daughter and was always said to be his favourite and I think there’s a lot of nefarious activities going on there from day one. So I think he would be a good person in the running for this description that’s for sure. I’m not sure if that’s who you’re looking for an MM ANONI think he could be an option so could daddy Thomas so could several people that I can think of .

no she wont’ yes she will………

No she won’t yes she will know she won’t yes she will back-and-forth game will GM talk won’t GM talk won’t GM talk.I’m sure it has many people sitting on the edge of the edge of their seats.

Nigel’s illegal pint…………

Rumours abound that Nigel Farage has just returned from the United States and he did not do any quarantining or self isolating, but instead he went out to to have a drink.. Again we see another example of one rule for the upper ups and one rule for the regular people.

Williams cider…………

On July 3 Prince William visit at the Rose and Crown pub talking about how the business has been affected with Covid and that sort of thing. And he looked he looked like he was enjoying his Aspalls cider.Try saying the name of that cider into a speaker audio software and you’ll see what comes out and you say I had to manually fix that that was not appropriate.

Spain’s pain………………

Spain has been been hit particularly hard by the Covid virus both in Numbers and in deaths. On the Catalonia region on July 4 went back into lockdown due to a spike in cases. I think we’re going to continue to see this happen globally places will start to unlock down in the more people move around it’s gonna go up again.

ahhhhhh, blonde bits ……………

When I see the term blonde bits it can refer to several things. But I think man this thing of people sitting on the throne I don’t know other than the queen or princess Philip. Prince Andrew was dating Caprice, a well-known socialite. L believe she’s American but she sure has done the rounds in London. In fact when the real housewives kind of version tv show Ladies in London their first season Caprice was actually on there. I’m ashamed to actually admit that I watch the first two seasons of Ladies in London.I think she was pregnant with twins at the time it was so dramatic. The rumour goes and I don’t know if it’s true or not but the prince Andrew let her sit on his mothers throne so I don’t know if that’s what this is referring to but it just might be.

🎼only the lonely🎼………………

GREAT ROY ORBISON SONG, IF YOU LIKE HIS VOICE MANNER. Roy Orbison had a really wobbly kind of singing voice it was very very distinct. I have a feeling that this is Madam and she’s feeling very sorry for herself she’s a lonely even though she’s PR ��edup the wazoo that she’s happier than ever with her hairy and her Archie in her wonderful life in Los Angeles.

for love or MONEY ……………

Definitely for the money that’s why everybody is out for in this whole scenario love has nothing to do with it. All these doctors and gave makers in dealmakers and oh icky people. Somebody is buying that dossier from the DM I’m certain of it to get that information out and I don’t know who that would be and I don’t know who would have that kind of money but it’s definitely going to come out and it’s going to be as far removed from the royal family as possible so they cannot even be the appearance of propriety or impropriety that they are involved in any way shape or form. I think this is gonna happen in the near future because with GM and in custody now I am I think things are gonna start to roll if she starts to to flap her lips.

HMTQ ( NENC) …………

HER STANDARD, NEVER EXPLAIN NEVER COMPLAIN. (SHE GOT THAT FROM HER MUM HMTQM, THROUGHOUT THE REIGN OF HER HUSBAND.)Well everything has been going on for the last couple of years with Harry and the backers and everything else we have not heard a word of complaint from HMTQ. If there were ever a time to complain seeing that photo of a GM and KS sitting on the throne and it’s just makes me absolutely sick.

with the contempt she deserves ……………

This could be referring to Madam or to GM. Since there has been such a long contempt in this sphere for Madam I am going to go with GM. I have no doubt that she is going to try and save her scrawny butt and she knows a lot of information about a lot of people and she should be very very nervous I think at this point I can’t even imagine. And I know that she will be treated with all the respect that a court allows but she will be treated with as much contempt as she deserves because she certainly deserves as much or more contempt of the men because she has a female recruited young girls it’s just absolutely beyond the pale of disgusting.

it’s all a gamble , Arrrrrr!!

When I read this l think of a pirate so I do.I don’t think this refers to pirates though. I think this has to do with the long game that has been played now between the royal family the backers the whole political movement to get rid of the Monarchy. We have in the background the attempt to get a princess Andrew who is a friend of GM and JE was that in fact the first attempt to infiltrate the royal family? The back is hiring Madam to go at our Harry I was at the second attempt? This is all one long game of poker got to have a good poker face to stay in this game for as long as the Lord Geidt has and it’s her long is Her Majesty has and this is not at the end I don’t think I think there’s a lot to happen yet. And the arrrrrr is just the utter frustration for everybody imagine being directly involved!

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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57. July 8

MM ANON ……… girl up the creek………hostage man. ………… half free meal………… drug exposure …………… …staff redundancy at HMTQ …………… boarding rules …………… most popular royal ……………… mines a cider……… ( where’s pg 💜💜) ……………”it’s Balmoral Philip, but not as we know it) …… out of his Depp-th… “ more 🎼Braziiiiil🎼…………… Spanish flu?? ……… 🎼we’re all going on a summer holiday 🎼

Entertainment Purposes

✝️✝️✝️🌈🌈🌈💟💟💟 THANK YOU MM ANON💟💟💟🌈🌈🌈✝️✝️✝️

July 8/2020. RIDDLE#57

girl up the creek………

There’s a saying here that if you’re up the creek it usually involves a four letter word starting with S and ending in T , but if you’re up the creek it means the jig is up, your days are numbered, the game is over, the police are coming and don’t bother fighting just cooperate, basically. Madam has been up the creek for quite some time! She’s been up the creek since before the gathering of unhappy people when she was using PR to keep this fake relationship alive she used to use PR for the last four years, at least, to keep Prince Harry as part of her inner circle, her partner and her husband, her beloved all that other garbage that comes out of her mouth!! I know there have been points for the past two years where we’ve had the clue at a tipping point or we have felt we’ve been at a tipping point, but I think we’ve tipped over to be quite honest with you. I think we have tipped and we’re sliding down like in the movie Titanic. You know how that scene, where the whole ship goes from horizontal to vertical and it starts just sink into the water? I think that’s exactly where we’re at Madam is at the top of that boat clingning on for her dear life. It is sinking Rachel, your ship is sinking. I don’t know what’s what your future holds but good luck with that all I care about is getting our Harry back and getting him rehabilitated and free of your claws and clutches!

The other girl at the creek is GM and it’s going to be very interesting all the tributaries that she takes us along as she Is brought to justice! I hope for her Majesty safe the truth comes out that this is all been a plot to entrap prince Andrew and all these years of rumours an end innuendos and whatever other adjective you want to use has all been part of this whole plot to bring down the monarchy!

hostage man. …………

That video that was released for the Queen’s trust the zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom with Madam and the ‘ hostage man’, Harry. I am not jesting that’s what many of the comments were saying, Harry looks like he was held hostage. I don’t know, that whole video from start of my couldn’t even watch the whole thing to be honest with you! It’s just I just feel evil oozing through that screen and and the look on his face and the weather does Harry or are Fhairy or a robot or a hologram or whatever she’s putting it out there as if it is Prince Harry and I just find it so flipping disturbing!! It is so upsetting and I just wish I just wish this would end. The comments on many of the papers the daily mail, people were actually frightened for Harry he looked frightened he looked walked over, he was relegated to ¼ of the screen even if that wasn’t Harry still she’s portraying that and the public is believing that that Fhairy and she’s talking over him none of this is new but seeing it on on that weird pixelated zoom call that was live streamed! They were all pixelated she was clearer than him and the other people on the zoom were not pixelated! It was just all weird and they all left me feeling like there was evil I cannot put it in any other way it’s just pure and utter evil and vile presence.

half free meal…………

Rishi Sinak has a program that for £10off A meal in a restaurant is called Eat Out to Help Out. It is his pitch in his attempt to help the flourishing businesses get some money into the coffers after this devastating Covid lockdown.Diners will receive up to a discount of 10 pounds per head on Mondays Tuesdays and Wednesdays trying to get people out and show the restaurants and bars. I hope it works anything for a free pint right! There have been lots of comments and rumours already that their people already trying to scam this a program. Also 5% VAT.

drug exposure …………… …

This comment could apply to almost every person on the planet. However I am going to go with Johnny Depp because that just a massive do wall-to-wall new news coverage at least the daily mail.. The female that is that he is involved with I’m not gonna mention her name again took a picture of his lunch I think she called it with his large glass of whiskey has four lines of cocaine and music and cigarettes and whatever else. I think there was a lot of drug use,that was a very very dysfunctional relationship and yes people do what they need to do to cope right. If you keep your head numbed then you don’t have to deal with the fact at this beautiful gorgeous woman is a beating you up all the time.

I do have a feeling that this is not the right answer is a drug exposure I don’t know is it going to be in this dossier that comes out will it be exposed how much hi Madam like to indulge in her hobbies? The word exposure has my head but my Spidey sense is going exposure do you know if something has been kept hidden will be revealed and I wonder if that is not part of it just a thought.

staff redundancy at HMTQ ……………

Was announced, today is Wednesday it was announced late Monday l think, that there would be layoffs will you it is called redundancies in the UK. These redundancies are to be within within the staff of the royal household. This is very very sad news on top of many other people losing their employment I’m sure it’s in credibly difficult for her Majesty to kind of pick and choose who goes and I’m sure that’s left up to other people but it must be just incredibly heartbreaking to see people of been given is giving their work and service to the crown and I’ll being made redundant my heart really truly breaks for both her Majesty and and those being made redundant!

Again due to this whole Covid thing there does set her Majesty will return to Buckingham palace at all she’ll remain at Windsor and maybe Balmoral. As a result sadly it sounding like 250 staff are going to be made redundant I am in tears reading talking to I’m not typing what I’m tears telling you telling you this. What does means for the royal family going forward I don’t know that’s just complete unknown I think another part of the riddle says that it’s Balmoral but not like we do it and that is the truth.

boarding rules ……………

There’s been talk a couple of weeks now I’ve been hearing and reading bags of it about both George and Charlotte being sent off to boarding school as they are arriving at that age when children historically were sent away. The concern about George is “” sensitive nature at least in the media is is giving his parents pause as to what’s best for him however charlottes outgoing nature according to the media think she would do very well at boarding school. I’m doing believe that we should leave this decision up to William and Catherine they are the ones who are the parents and this is A whole New World. A world with tear a world with pandemic Covid a world with riots in the world just full of security concerns and I truly do not know how in 2020 security could be safely manage for those children studying away from home I’m sure I’m sure the boys and gray could do it I have no doubt I have no doubt at all but I think it would just be so invasive and so pervasive that it would just be so, too much too much. Again that’s my opinion the world has change so much in 2020 I never thought in my short lifetime 53 years that things things would ever go this direction and I was just chatting with a friend that was here she came to visit I had a visitor I had a visitor I’m so happy oh is it so long since I’ve had a visitor is commenting on how glad I am my parents have past and they’re not here to see what’s happening to the world.

most popular royal ………………

Back in 2018 Prince Harry was voted most popular Royal. He has slipped from that pedestal due to Madam’s efforts. In April of this year her Majesty the Queen was voted as most popular Royal. I must say I cannot disagree with that at all. I would give it two thumbs up to that and if I had four thumbs, I would have four thumbs up to that. Although I think if there’s room for a little person standing next to HMTQ, I might like to see Charlotte. She could squeeze right in next to her because she’s so cute. I think she is going to be, well she is already in the stratosphere of popularity! Can you just imagine as she continues to grow up? We have lots of blessings! Thank God for the Cambridge family! Thank you God for the Cambridge family and I am not saying that pejoratively I am saying that with all my heart with all my heart and soul.

mines a cider………

I don’t know if this is what you’re referring to but I’m reading about a lady named Kelly Brook I have been looked up to see who she is. She said she’s been drinking apple cider vinegar to avoid getting COVID-19.

I just has more to do with the economy the sales of cider have plummeted £20,000,000 😳😳😳😳that’s a a lot of money. Part of the reason is obviously Covid lockdown, at people not going out and also my brain just shut down. Sorry kids I can’t remember what I was gonna say I’m just apologize for that. I think it was interesting the other day when Prince William had some Aspalls cider! don’t make me stress my brain I could look it up but you didn’t you know he was at something in the rose …..just a minute I’m gonna look it up hold on pause. Back I checked it was the Rose and Crown pub that he was like that was in yesterday’s riddle or at least read all that I have in my folder here is the one I did yesterday. good to see William supporting the cider 🍻🍻🍻🍻industry I’m sure they were very happy to see that as well! High five William 🤚🏻five down low🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂👋🏼

( where’s pg 💜💜) ……………”🦥🦥🦥🦥🦥🦥

Well if this is referring to me I think it might be given the purple hearts, but who is asking about me is my question?💜💜💜☺️💜💜😊💜💜💜, ‘tis great honour to be asked about, I assure you….thank you….I took her a week off about a week ago I needed a break from social media.. Since I have returned I have with the help of several here, I have learned how to use audio so I don’t have to type. So I can save my hands , they don’t get sore and numb anymore, it’s marvellous. I talk, it types. Of course corrections are needed, not all caps but so lovely. It will do ALL CAPS ON, in Apple and in some things , but most things on Tumblr it won’t do SO if you’re looking for me AND you’re looking for me you’re going to miss me so I’m been trying to put his much purple emoji‘s in there so people will catch us as as as the catch it easier but yeah that’s why it’s gonna look A little different. I also haven’t been on as much I was just this summer he really even with air-conditioning really really exhausted me and exacerbates how I struggle. So I’m ok but too, it’s nice to be missed!! I appreciate that very much brings me to tears actually.💜💜💜💜😢😢😢🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜💜🦥🦥🦥🦥🦥I GOT THE SLOTH MESSAGE, ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️😊😊😊

“it’s Balmoral Philip, but not as we know it)

With the likelihood that her Majesty will not return to Buckingham palace oh ma’am ma’am I am just heartbroken for you I just want her to continue here I’m just heartbroken. So Windsor Castle has been where they have been self isolating and from everywhere I can read and see they’re still plan to go ahead with going to Balmoral for summer vacation. It will be a vacation unlike any other because it may become her parents second home going back there between Balmoral and Windsor Castle whole life has a funny way of turning a road eh? There’s a saying God laughs while we make plans and I think I think we best leave things in God’s hands and thank goodness He is there for us.💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

…… out of his Depp-th…

During my career I don’t with a lot of women who are victims of domestic violence and a precious few brave men who came forward as victims of domestic violence. What we are witnessing in in the courage the public courage of such a public person Johnny Depp coming forward and telling his truth of the violence he experienced at the hands of Amber heard I just applaud him I applaud him and I hope he’s getting all the love and support in the world and I hope that narcissistic woman gets jail time serious jail time. I also hope there’s a civil suit wherever he can take her for every penny that she has! The details are continue to come out our horrific and I’m sure there’s more just terrible.🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻for Johnny🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

“ more 🎼Braziiiiil🎼……………

I could not believe my eyes yesterday when the president for a sign of appraisal told the media that he had tested positive covert COVID-19 COVID-19 yeah I’ll 19 Covid yeah exactly! Then he proceeded to summarily yank off his mask and continue talking and walking backwards away from the reporters it was like something out of out of a nightmare! Just bizarre! Personally I would prefer to dance to Xavier Cugat and his wonderful orchestra Brasil more than this situation. 🎶 🎼 🎶

Spanish flu?? ………

The last pandemic that the world so I was a 1918 and that was indeed the Spanish flu that killed millions and millions and millions of people. Are we questioning hear that COVID-19 is going to also result in that? Seems every day on the news there’s a different story or explanation. Yesterday I read Covid has been found in old soil from way back when in parts of Europe…… who’s doing that research? I also read that Covid will be with us forever and that wearing masks will become the new normal. The things that everybody used to laugh at the people in China wearing masks will now become ask and I think it is amazing how easily we have gotten used to that.🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻✝️✝️✝️

I also think this might be a reference to the fact that your bridges air border air bubbles whatever people from England when they go to Spain and come back they don’t have to quarantine but people from Scotland when they come back they have to self isolate for 14 days so I think there’s a lot of people quite unhappy about that.

🎼we’re all going on a summer holiday 🎼

Great song by Sir Cliff Richard, and greatly needed. Cliff Richard is massive in the U.K. and l will say nothing negative about him!!! I hope the Cambridges just have a wonderful holiday wherever they go. Before they go I hope and pray the divorce is done and dusted and they can take her a long with them and have a fabulous family vacation that is my most fervent prayer that Harry is released from the closet and clutches of that sea hag evil woman and back into the loving arms of his family. No more hiding out no more games playing just back to his life that is my prayer.🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜🌈🌈🌈🦥🦥🦥🦥

Praying Her Majesty and Prince Philip have a wonderful time at Balmoral.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿 My fervent loyalty to HMTQ and the Crown and Commonwealth.

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WEEK FOUR: GENERAL PROMPTS ♡ 1/27 | Fluff #2

So, in true Nesha fashion, I’m gonna go a little bit in a direction that I’m unsure of whether or not it’s what is being sought out, but my interpretation of the prompts. Idk if I’ll keep up with it this week. We’ll see what type of feedback I get about today’s… Which… Anybody paying any attention to me will know that Fluff is not my ministry, but I’ll give it a try. Here is my premise: I am going to take the AU universes that I put out last week and give y’all a drabble for each with this week’s concepts. At least, that’s my goal. So, here goes.

Fantasy ♡ Full Moon Over Swellview

Jasper handed out Valentines’ cards to everyone in the school that he knew. A lot of people were EXTREMELY happy to get them, to Charlotte’s surprise. They were 16 years old. Who the heck cared about Valentines’ Day Capitalism? Apparently everyone but her. Henry had even made himself a little business on the side, accepting flower gram orders for $3, since the high school didn’t do them anymore after a budget crisis that Captain Man caused. Charlotte found it appalling that Henry would profit off of a service that he was at leas partially responsible for the school having to give up, but… who was she gonna tell but he and Jasper? Nobody knew that Henry was Kid Danger, and she valued that secret. She’d SOONER tell them that he was a vampire. She wouldn’t tell either.

Whenever she got to her locker, she found a red sack attached to it and sighed, opening it up and looking inside. It was some type of scroll. Trusting no one, she glanced around and when she was convinced that the coast was clear, scanned it to be certain it wasn’t a set up of dark forces. It was just from Jasper. She laughed and opened it. An invitation to a Valentine’s Day dinner. She tossed the scroll and the sack into her locker and yelped when she turned around and Henry was there with a bouquet. “Hey! I got you some flowers!” He said. She put her hand over her heart. “There are A LOT of people who like you. Never would’ve guessed.” She took them and stuffed them in her locker, not even bothering to glance at the cards that went with them. “Wow. So playa,” Henry said, impressed.

“I HATE these aspects of Valetines’ Day!” she complained. “You know… it wasn’t even initially candy and card sales. It was a love lottery for fertility. We should be banging, if we really want to celebrate.”

“I have no problems with that,” he said. She threw him a look. “It’s all in good fun. NOTHING that we celebrate has it’s original meanings. Well… I mean, the rest of us. You’re probably gonna Pagan the heck out of today, huh?”

“No, not really, but I did make something for Jasper, because of the whole Lupercalia lore.” She could tell from Henry’s face that he had no idea what she was talking about, so she gave him the quick notes, “Old Pagan custom is kinda a part of werewolf history.”

“Oh.”

“So, I made him these little Romulus and Remus, feeding on the She Wolf.” Henry’s eyes were wide in confusion. “He will maybe know what it represents and probably like it!” She snapped and slammed her locker. “This holiday is stupid, anyway! Who spends all the time and money that people spend on these things for high school relationships? None of the couples that you unethically charged for flower grams are gonna last.”

“You are the Scrooge of Valentine’s Day,” Henry commented.

“I am the Scrooge of any observation that the Christians stole and remarketed when they were traveling the world killing people for being unbelievers. No offense to the ones that just go to church and go home until they die, but let’s be very factual about how much history and culture that religion has taken and ruined! And in the name of such a progressive miracle working practitioner!”

“How about this? Forget the Christians stealing it and making it about cards and candy and just look at it as a night to get to pet Jasper’s belly and scratch behind his ears by candlelight. That’s what I’m doing.” Henry said. “Nobody hates Christianity more than the vamps. We literally will burst into flames at a crucifix wielded with enough holy hate.” She laughed at the phrase “holy hate.” But… that was a good way to take her mind off of things.

The truth was that a lot of warrior witches lead lonely lives. Battling the evils that defied nature, the ones that misuse nature for their dark purposes, and so on… That almost guaranteed that she couldn’t get close to people, make many friends, or fall in love. The fact that these normals were always “falling in love” only to throw it away in a few months and still made an entire DAY of it was irritating to behold. They took so much for granted all of the time and she was frequently sick of it. But, if she was gonna spend time with her friends, that was at least cool.

Jasper made a setting in the Man Cave for the three of them. He’d of course invited both of the “loves of his life” to this Valentine’s Day event, set the table with stuff that the three of them loved and decorated the place with red and hearts. He got them into their seats and then took his own. “So… I hope that everybody enjoys everything. I wanted to treat you both to something special, because I love both of you and I know that neither of you believe that you’ll ever find love, (both Henry and Charlotte began to try to argue with that assessment) whether or not either of you will admit it. But, I love you both. So, Happy… Day of Love.” He didn’t want to say the “V” word around Charlotte and start a tangent.

“Charlotte’s got a present for you, Dude.” Henry said, reaching out to adjust the bouquet that Jasper had placed in the center of the table. It needed a little bit of work. Jasper looked at Charlotte, excitedly. The “wagging his tail look,” she thought of it as, because if he was in wolf form, she knew that he would be.

“Yeah… It’s probably stupid. You might not even like it, just in observance of this time of year, I made this little display…” She reached into her satchel and pulled out something wrapped in a red fabric. “Actually made from 100% Jasper hair and fur… also wood, from a very sacred tree, to my family… and some crystals that I… had…” She was TRYING not to blabber, because that made the gift even more important, she realized with everything that she said.

He was now looking at the unwrapped thing. Twin boys with hair like his suckling on a lady wolf with twinkling eyes and the word Lupercalia carved into the base. “This is the most beautiful thing that anyone has ever given me,” he said in a small voice. “I love it… and you!” He gave her a hug and a kiss and set it on the table, near the bouquet. “I’m gonna cherish this forever.”

“Henry, I also got YOU a gift!” Henry gasped. He honestly hadn’t expected one! She was SO against it, and as far as he knew, there were no vampire ties to this holiday, and even if there were, she was still pretty anti-vampire, no matter how much she tried to accept him, personally. She pulled out a jewelry box and he opened it to see a glass vile, attached to a necklace with symbols. “Is… is this YOURS?” He asked.

“Yes.” It was super forbidden in her practice to offer her blood to a vampire. Vampires would drain witches dry and discard all remains, in order to keep safe from possible attacks. So, for her to offer it to him was a huge show of faith, and huge sign of love. He rushed to give her a hug and a kiss too, then she helped him put it on. He was never going to take it off.

She wondered, “Did you two get each other anything special?”

Jasper shrugged and said, “I have a pitcher of blood on the table for the feast.

Henry said, “I got him some of those Valentines Day chew toys from the pet store.”

“You two are SO romantic,” she said sarcastically. They laughed, then everybody paused when Ray came in, dressed like cupid and setting food on the table. Charlotte shook her head and said, “Nope.” Then got up from the table.

“Charlotte! You can’t leave now. It’s the feast time! We can do fertility stuff if you want!” Henry called.

“Ray is in a little toga with wings! A LINE HAS BEEN CROSSED!” Truth be told, she was filled up with emotion from everything that had taken place. She just needed to breathe for a moment. Did she wanna see Ray in a toga? Absolutely the entire heck not. But... she was never gonna say that she wasn’t 100% against “doing fertility stuff” with her boys. She blushed, glad that none of them could hear her thoughts.

#henrydangermonth #Full Moon Over Swellview #henry danger #hd AU fic #Nesha HD Fics #Fluff Prompt 2 #Chensper

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Goodbye Midwest Montessori, Hello Montessori Like a Mother

You heard that right, Midwest Montessori is coming to an end. If you’re finding this post, perhaps you’ve followed along with my intermittent ramblings over the years, or perhaps I’ve remained an obscurity and you have no idea who I am. Either way, allow me to explain. (For those looking for the new website link without the fluff: Montessori Like a Mother)

Hi. I’m Amy. I’m a Montessori mom of two children, Charlotte (born 2013) and Simon (born 2015). I found Montessori when I was pregnant with Charlotte and completely immersed myself in it. Along with my husband James, we have raised both of our children with Montessori principles from birth. Of course there’s always a learning curve and we’ve changed things along the way, but we’ve more or less been a Montessori family from the start.

I started this blog as a way to share our Montessori life with all of you. I joined an online Montessori community on Facebook called Montessori 101 and I fell in love with sharing and being inspired by other families along the same journey. Midwest Montessori gave me space to share our Montessori life and perspective and I’m so thankful for the community I’ve connected with over the years, both on Facebook as well as on Instagram.

But my Montessori journey didn’t stop at being a Montessori parent. I loved it so incredibly much that I shifted my career path, little by little, until eventually Montessori took over completely (it has a way of doing that with people sometimes). First I shifted from high school education to early childhood and elementary. When that wasn’t enough of a change, I decided to take the leap and get Montessori teacher certification specifically. It has been a long, difficult journey, particularly for my AMAZING and supportive husband and children, but I DID IT!

In 2018, I graduated with my bachelors degree in Early Childhood and Elementary Education, completed my Montessori Primary Diploma program from Association Montessori Internationale, turned the big 3-0, and, though I’m not quite sure how, jumped aboard a HUGE project of creating an AMI Montessori 3-6 program from scratch!

That’s right, I single-handedly curated a brand new Montessori program - all the materials, all the furniture, all the classroom procedures and curriculum and whatnot - all while finishing two degrees, one of which was in another state! I’m certainly not saying this to brag, but man I was POOPED! My husband and children deserve medals for their patience and support during that time. I was out of the state for weeks at a time, over a two year period totaling nearly 6 months, and when I was home I was working my rear-end off student teaching, taking both day and night classes, and in the last year I spent most of my free time working on building a brand new school.

What I had dreamed would be an amazing new chapter in our families life, one where I was a lead guide in a local Montessori school start-up and my children attendees, proved to be too much for our little family. While my time in that magical school of mine remains near and dear to my heart, after over two years of total chaos, I stepped out of the classroom in order to dedicate myself to my family again, to focus on my roles as mother and wife.

What came next was even crazier than before! My husband got an opportunity for a new job in St. Louis - far from our lifetime home in Kansas. It happened so fast, within two months of finding the job we were moved. The past year has been a whirlwind of new school, new home, new city, new friends, new commutes, new jobs, new everything. It hasn’t been easy, but slowly we are finding a new normal - a new, more stable normal, which is just what we all have needed.

The next part is something that I’ve dreamed about for years. I’ve dreamt about it, thought about it, talked about it, and talked about it some more. Everyone I’ve met along this journey - my college professors, my Montessori trainers, my family, my friends, my classmates, my colleagues, my acquaintances - they’ve all heard me talk an earful about my dreams for the future of Montessori Parenting.

See, I believe Montessori is a way of living. It isn’t just something we find in specialized classrooms and private schools. It isn’t something we find merely in Dr. Montessori’s curriculum, or our precious teaching albums. No, Montessori is so, so much more than that. It is about supporting the growth and development of the child. And who better to support that than the child’s own family - his own parents? Montessori families will change the world, I just know it. I believe it.

And I care so deeply to bring this beautiful, wonderful way of life to as many as desire to know it - not just from my own personal family’s experience but from an empowered place that goes beyond me or my family. I want to help families learn how to “Montessori like a Mother,” that is, to “do Montessori at home with their family in the way that any mother does, with her heart and soul and perhaps a bit of sass, if you’re anything like me.

Together, we can make the world a better place, through the work we do in our own homes, with our own families, and within ourselves. Dr. Montessori had it right when she said that the hope and promise of mankind was in the hands of the child. And whose hands are there holding that child? Ours. It is us parents of the world, or those of us who stand in as a parent for a child in whatever form that may be - biological parent, step-parent, foster-parent, adoptive-parent, guardian, grandparent, aunt, uncle, caregiver, nanny, day-care provider, teacher, neighbor, coach, counselor, leader. Parenting, or mothering, isn’t something reserved for mothers. We are all mothers. And may we all Montessori Like a Mother.

And so I announce my new website, where I will be writing and sharing empowering and encouraging messages for Montessori parents of all kinds. Montessori Like a Mother is launching soon. Visit the website now to get on the email list to be the first to see the new site. I’m working hard during this global pandemic situation to build a place where parents can feel uplifted, empowered, and supported in their parenting journey. I hope you’ll follow along with me. Thank you for your support.

For the record, Charlotte & Simon will still be seen here and there on the new website, as well as in my Instagram stories and perhaps an occasional post, as they choose to be featured (and James too). They are and always will be my greatest source of joy and my top priority, which also includes their privacy preferences as they age. I appreciate their support so very much.

#Montessori #montessoriathome #montessorilikeamother #montessoriparenting #parenting

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my-emotional-self · 5 years ago

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Super Soldier Love Chapter 3

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC

Warnings: swearing

Summary: Harlow has always had bad luck dating and felt she will never find ‘the one’. Until one day when her friends sign her up for a “dating challenge” they found on the internet. Begrudgingly, Harlow agrees and she finds herself moving into a large house with 11 other women. The surprise? She was vying for the love of a certain Captain; Steve Rogers himself.

Steve looked at himself in the mirror of his new bedroom. His hands were jittery as he took in his appearance. He was wearing a pair of khakis with a dark blue button down dress shirt. His dark blonde hair was swept back and out of his face.

He was nervous as hell and that was putting it mildly. Each day that grew closer and closer to this day, he was doubting if he could do this. All he used to want was to find a woman to love, get married and have a family together. After he came out of being frozen and learning Peggy had married and had her own children, he didn’t think he would ever be able to find love again. Naturally Bucky had helped as much as he could, but Steve just couldn’t find the right women. When he did find women he liked, he soon realized that they just couldn’t handle him being gone on missions, or they became too clingy and only wanted him because of who he was.

There was a knock on his door, the one he shared with Bucky and Steve turned around to see him standing in the doorway.

“Nervous punk?” Bucky joked as he made his way into Steve’s room.

“Shut up jerk,” Steve retorted back as he shook his head at his best friend. The two of them stood facing the mirror together. Bucky was wearing a pair of black dress pants and a dark grey button down shirt. His brown hair brushed and tucked behind his ears. “I don’t know if I can do this Buck.”

Bucky placed his right hand on Steve’s shoulder, giving it a friendly squeeze. “I know you’re nervous about this. Hell, I’m a little nervous myself. But I’m here for ya pal. Always was and always will be.”

Steve smiled at his best friend, his heart full at having someone so near and dear to his heart with him and to spend this journey with him as well. Steve knew he couldn’t do it without Bucky by his side.

“Gentlemen, your ladies await!” They both heard Tony say from downstairs.

“I’m with ya till the end of the line,” Bucky said while giving Steve a pat on the back as the two of them began to walk out of Steve’s room and into the upstairs hallway.

Steve took a deep breath, letting it out slowly before the two men began to descend the stairs. Steve knew deep down, this was what he wanted; to find a woman and enjoy life with. He may not have wanted to go about it this way, but he trusted Tony with all of his technology to find the right women for them.

His feet hit the wooden floor, giving Bucky one last smirk. The men walked side by side with confidence and into the living room.

Standing before him was twelve gorgeous women and Tony. Tony had a huge grin on his face as he watched Steve look around at the women in front of him. Steve felt Bucky give him a playful nudge.

Steve could tell easily which six women were for him, and which six women were for Bucky. Bucky always went for the overly beautiful women, getting to know their personality came in second. But Steve was different; he didn’t go for looks. He wanted someone he could connect with on an emotional and mental level; always knowing that that was the most important for him first.

As his eyes scanned the room, Steve’s gaze fell on one woman in particular and not because she was the only one wearing jeans. She had long wavy brown hair that shone beautifully, but it was her gorgeous hazel eyes that took Steve’s breath away.

~~~

Harlow didn’t know what to feel when she saw the two super soldiers enter the living room. While she knew most of the other women were elated, Harlow was somewhat confused; shocked even. Why would these two extremely attractive men need help finding women? She would have thought that women throw themselves at these guys.

She wasn’t disappointed in the least bit however. Harlow remembered reading about both Steve and James in her history classes throughout high school. In fact, she was very fond of both of them and their heroics. Without a doubt, Steve was one of the greatest heroes during the evil that was war.

Harlow could feel a pair of eyes looking at her and she looked up from the floor, making eye contact with Captain Rogers himself. Her breath hitched in her throat at the mere sight of his breathtaking blue eyes. Her mouth became dry and she felt lightheaded as Steve gave her a small smirk. She began to feel her face flush from his gaze and as Steve realized she was peering back at him, his cheeks turned pink in return.

“I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume that, especially based on the bedroom in which you are staying, you know exactly which man you are here for,” Tony said, snapping Harlow out of her haze. “There is champagne in the kitchen. Tonight you all can hang around, get to know each other, jump in the pool and the hot tub. Whatever your heart’s desire. And with that, I will leave you all too it.” Tony gave a salute and headed out the front door with Happy.

Harlow was uncertain as to what to do; frozen in place as the other women, Steve and Bucky all headed into the kitchen.

“Hey, you alright?” Charlotte asked with furrowed brows.

Harlow cleared her throat, shaking her head. “Yeah, no I’m fine. I just-I just wasn’t expecting it to be Steve fricken Rogers is all,” Harlow let out a soft chuckle.

Charlotte wrapped an arm around Harlow’s shoulders. “Trust me, I think I stopped breathing when I saw him standing there. God is he gorgeous or what?” Both girls laughed before falling in with the rest of the crowd and making their way into the kitchen.

~~~

Steve and Bucky made their way outside, getting some fresh air as the women toasted with their champagne drinks. They both looked through the large windows, admiring the women before being bombarded by them.

“So what do you think pal?” Bucky asked Steve, giving him a playful shove.

“It’s ah-a bit overwhelming,” Steve chortled, his hands in his front pockets as he stared out in the green forest in front of him. It was dusk, his favorite time of the day as the sky was painted with hues of purples, pinks and oranges.

Bucky kept his smile as he continued to watch the women inside. “I don’t know about you, but my girls in there are so sexy.”

Steve snickered at his friend, shaking his head. He was nervous about this whole situation, especially because he liked to be the one to go up to women and start a conversation; he liked to take control that way. But he knew he wasn’t really supposed to in this situation. The women were the ones who were supposed to come to them to get to know them; that was what he was told from Tony. It wasn’t that Steve couldn’t take any initiative to speak to the girls, Tony just said they should let the girls take the lead for the first night at least.

It didn’t take long until the patio door opened and Steve heard the giggles and talks of the women begin. Immediately, Bucky’s girls began to swarm him. One of the women pulled him off to the side and onto one of the outside couches as he watched the two sit down; an enormous grin on his friends face the entire time.

“Hi,” a voice had Steve looking away from his friend. There was a very pretty woman standing in front of him. She was, naturally, shorter than Steve and her brown hair was pulled up into a loose bun on the top of her head. She wore a simple black dress that hugged her body nicely, but not too tight, and it ended just above her knees. “I’m Olivia.”

Steve didn’t know whether to shake her hand, or give her a hug, so he just smiled widely back to her. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Olivia. I’m Steve.” Luckily for Steve, Olivia decided what she wanted and that was a quick hug. She wrapped her arm around his torso, giving him a side hug.

“Should we go chat?” Olivia asked, motioning her head to another section of couches near the pool.

~~~

Harlow watched from the kitchen as she slowly sipped her glass of champagne. She knew she needed to drink a little bit more to have the liquid courage to even talk to Steve at this moment. Harlow was getting frustrated, not with herself, but with her friends right now. She knew it would be difficult for her to be outgoing in this type of situation, but she didn’t realize how rough it would really be, until now. She was always the shy one, waiting for guys to approach her. And now all that was out the window and she had to be the one to approach Steve to get to know him. The worst part about it all? If she didn’t get the courage to do so, she could easily be eliminated first because of it.

As she continued to look out into the backyard, she had already witnessed two girls talking to Steve. Letting out a sigh of annoyance, she downed her drink before filling up another glass and headed out into the backyard.

Dusk had officially ended and it was now dark outside, but the lights illuminated the entire backyard and it was truly beautiful. The landscaping itself made Harlow want to run upstairs, get her sketchbook, and begin to draw. But that wasn’t what she was here for. She was here for love, for Steve.

Harlow saw a woman with curly black hair sitting with Steve on a couch. She decided it was now or never. As she began walking towards them, she felt her heart rate begin to race inside of her; thumping wildly.

“Let’s all go in the hot tub!” the woman sitting with Steve shouted and before she knew it, all the girls were cheering and rushing back into the house.

Charlotte grabbed Harlow by the arm and excitedly jogged into the house. ‘There goes that idea’ Harlow thought to herself as she trailed behind Charlotte up the stairs and to their room.

Inside the room, Harlow saw that their entire luggage was now placed on the beds in which they had chosen to sleep in. The other women were already changing into their swim suits by the time Harlow found her suits in her luggage.

She dug through all her suits and decided on one of the newer ones she had bought. It was a two piece, but the bottoms were very high wasted, kind of like back in the 1950’s. The top was a thick white halter, which held in her girls tightly, while the bottoms were cherry red.

“Are you ready?” Charlotte called out into the bathroom while Harlow changed.

“Just about. You go on down and I’ll catch up,” Harlow replied as she tied the ties behind her head. Once she was fully dressed, she looked at herself in the mirror. By now she was grateful that Jenna took her to get a bikini wax just last week; it definitely came in handy.

Harlow exited the expanse bathroom and made her way down the long set of curved stairs; her arms hugging her body at the chill from the air conditioned house.

Once outside she saw that the hot tub was already filled to the brim with people; some of the women even having to stand on the outside and leaning in to get in the conversation. This was not what Harlow was expecting. She was hoping to get a seat next to Steve so she could talk to him a little bit.

With a slight groan, she looked over at the pool and realized nobody was swimming. Growing up, Harlow loved the water; her mother even calling her a mermaid at one point. Deciding not to let it go to waste, she headed over to the pool and slowly began to descend into the warm water.

Harlow loved the warm water over her chilled pale skin as she began to swim around gracefully. She dove under, opening her eyes as she swam along the bottom of the pool. Once she got to the other end she began to swim upwards until she breached the water, taking a deep breath. This pool was one of the deepest underground pools she had ever been in. Most underground pools, at the deepest, ranged from six feet to ten feet. But not this pool. It must have been at least fifteen feet; her ears even popped at the bottom.

She held on to the side of the pool as her legs kicked back and forth. Harlow looked over at the hot tub and noticed that some of the girls were getting out of the hot tub; and so was Steve. She tried to calm her breathing as she saw him standing there, dripping wet in nothing but a pair of navy blue board shorts. His chest was on full display and Harlow didn’t realize her jaw became slack just looking at him. He looked like a damn Grecian god; his body was absolutely perfect.

There was a large splash from behind her and she turned to see a handful of women resurfacing from jumping into the pool. She let out a laugh as they all began to splash each other while some of them were doing hand stands.

Harlow noticed Steve begin descending down the steps and into the pool. The same girl she saw sitting with him on the couch latched onto his shoulders from behind and wrapped her legs around him. She saw Steve grip the front of her legs, holding her close to him as he smiled widely. A pang of jealousy shot through her body, which confused her to no end. She hadn’t even talked to Steve yet; there is no way she should be jealous of another girl, quite literally, hanging onto him.

She pushed those thoughts away as she noticed a table that held more champagne and some fruit. Swimming over to the ladder, she got out of the pool and headed towards the table, meeting Charlotte there as well.

“How are you doing?” Charlotte asked while nibbling on a piece of watermelon.

Harlow shrugged as she took a sip of champagne. “I don’t know if I’m cut out for this Charlotte.”

“Hey, don’t give up so easily.”

Harlow sighed, shaking her head. “I’m just too dang shy. And every time I get up the courage to go talk to him, someone else seems to already have his attention.” Harlow looked down to the floor, watching the water from her feet spread on the concrete. “Have you talked to him yet?”

Charlotte looked over to see Steve swimming around the pool. “I did actually. In the hot tub. He’s really sweet Harlow. Don’t blow your chance here. Some of these girls in our group, I honestly don’t think they are right for him. They just don’t seem to fit the personality to someone he would be interested in, especially that Aria girl. But you and I, to be quite frank, I see us going all the way to the end.”

Harlow’s brows rose at Charlottes confession; Charlotte nodding her head back to her. There was something about Charlotte that made Harlow trust her immediately. She was the only one to reach out and talk to Harlow so far and there seemed to be some sort of special bond between the two.

“Look, he’s getting out of the pool right now. Down your drink real quick and head over there before someone else gets to him first,” Charlotte whispered.

Harlow did just that; she downed the last of her drink in one big gulp and set the glass down. She then zeroed in on Steve and began to walk towards him. As she got closer to him, she couldn’t help but begin to walk a bit faster, just wanting to get this first time meeting and awkwardness over with. But she was walking too quick and she ended up stumbling over her own feet. Her eyes clenched shut as she braced for the hard impact of the concrete; but it never came.

Instead she felt a pair of strong arms wrapped around her torso holding her up. She let out the breath she was holding and opened her eyes. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest as she felt her cheeks begin to pulsate with heat and embarrassment.

“Well that was embarrassing,” she softly said as she got lost gazing into his ocean blue eyes.

Steve responded with a slight chuckle, his head shaking back and forth. “Don’t be embarrassed.” Shit, even his voice sounded like a god!

“I’m-I’m Harlow, but my friends back home call me Low,” Harlow replied sheepishly, her voice quiet and soft.

“It’s very nice to meet you Harlow. I’m Steve. And I have to say that your name is very unique. I really like it.”

Ok, that got Harlow to blush even more as she cast her eyes down to the ground for a moment. When she looked back up at Steve, she smiled back at him. “Thanks,” Harlow replied with a slight shrug. “It actually is an old English name which means ‘army’.”

“That’s very fitting for someone like me,” Steve answered back.

‘Holy crap, is Steve flirting with me?’ Harlow said the only thing that she could think of in that moment. “Well I guess you and I fit well together based on our choices in swim suits.” She could not believe she was flirting back already. Harlow just wanted a quick talk with Steve, to see if they were even compatible, yet here they were, sharing flirting banter back and forth.

Steve’s cheeks turned pink at Harlow’s words as he quickly snuck a peek at her swim suit. “All that’s missing is the stars and stripes,” he replied with a wink.

“Steve,” Bucky’s voice broke through their flirtation, causing the two of them to look over at him. Bucky motioned for him to come over and Harlow wasn’t ready to stop talking to Steve yet. Steve looked down, noticing his hands were still at Harlow’s waist and he quickly took them off, clearing his throat.

“I should probably head over there and see what he wants,” he said, his hand going to the back of his neck.

“Yeah, alright. I guess I’ll see you around?”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

~~~

“Are you ready for our first elimination?” Bucky asked Steve as the two toweled themselves off from the water.

“Wait what? That’s tonight already? But it’s the first night!”

“I know punk,” Bucky sighed. “But that’s one of the things Stark said. We each had to eliminate one girl tonight based off of first impressions alone. I’ll go ahead and make the announcement.” The two of them walked to the edge of the pool, gathering everyone’s attention. “Unfortunately I have some bad news. There will be an elimination tonight. Upstairs you will find your cell phones on your bed. Programmed inside will be either Steve’s phone number, or mine. We will call you down either one at a time, two at a time, or in groups of more than that. That is how elimination will occur from here on out. Why don’t you all head upstairs and get ready. Keep an eye out for our text message.”

Steve thought it was kind of weird to be texting them to come down for an elimination, but then again, he still found a lot of things weird about this time. There was a mixture of scared groans coming from the women as he and Bucky headed back inside the house and up the stairs to their rooms.

Once inside his own room, Steve headed into the bathroom, needing to take a shower and get the chlorine off his body.

As he stood under the hot shower, he battled in his mind with what to do. This was the one part he feared most about this dating challenge; the elimination. He didn’t have it in his heart to just send a woman home based off whether they hit it off well or not. But he knew what he signed up for and he was here to find love at last.

~~~

Harlow waited her turn until the shower was free. Luckily the shower was placed behind another door within the bathroom so there was ample privacy; especially because all the other women were getting ready in the bathroom in front of the mirrors together.

As she showered, she didn’t know what to think about this elimination. Sure she had a few moments to talk to Steve, even flirting a little bit. But maybe she came off a bit too strong? Harlow was never like that when meeting a guy for the first time. It was usually easy chit chat, nothing deep or serious for the first few dates. Yet at the same time, she was vying for his love out of five other women.

She placed a large towel around her body and began to blow dry her hair. More thoughts came to her mind about tonight. Steve easily could have instantly connected with any of the other girls. Nevertheless, Charlotte’s words rang through her head. She could tell that Charlotte had a good sense of character right off the bat and maybe she was right. Perhaps Harlow was exactly what Steve wanted; yet again, maybe she wasn’t.

Harlow decided not to dwell on it too much as she finished her hair. She was never much of a makeup person but thought that a little bit might go a long way tonight. She did her best at a light smoky eye and put on some mascara, finishing it up with a deep red lipstick. If any makeup was involved with her daily routine, it was lipstick that she learned to master. She loved that she was able to find the best lipstick that wouldn’t budge or stain; however it did make it difficult to wash off.

Looking through her dresses she decided on a simple black dress. The top was tight with short sleeves and a lace overlay. It cinched at her waist and hung loosely down to the tips of her knees. Pairing her dress with some red pumps, she took one final look in the mirror; deeming herself presentable for the elimination.

She went and sat with Charlotte on her bed, clutching her phone as she waited for the text. Harlow and Charlotte made small talk, trying to ease the nerves and tension and to pass the time. It was when Aria let out a small squeal did she realize it was starting.

“Alright ladies, wish me luck,” she said as she sauntered into the hallway and out of sight. Out of all the women that were here for Steve, Aria seemed like the one that didn’t fit at all. From her looks alone, she looked like she would belong across the hall with Bucky’s women. Harlow didn’t want to judge, so maybe it was her personality that really stood out on the application.

A few minutes had passed before Aria came back into the room. “I’m safe! I’m here to stay girls!” There was something about her voice that seemed off, like she was trying too hard and that set Harlow on edge. She didn’t like fake people, especially when it came to being around guys. What was the point of being fake because sooner or later, the guy will find out and realize you weren’t who he thought you were.

Charlotte’s phone buzzed next, along with two other girls whom Harlow now knew were named Olivia and Elizabeth. “Good luck,” Harlow whispered to her new friend, giving her an encouraging smile.

Harlow sat on Charlotte’s bed, fiddling with her phone as she waited. She saw that all of her social media apps had been disabled for the time being, along with all her contacts except one; Steve. She gave a small smile, having a feeling that Steve didn’t like the whole texting thing to call the women down for elimination. He probably has a really tough time adjusting to technology.

Time seemed to slow down as she waited for her friend to come back. Harlow thought about Blair and Jenna, wondering what they would be doing right about now. They were probably pigging out on junk food watching the newest Bachelor; Harlow scoffed at the thought. She was never into shows like that, but now she knew why they pushed her to do something like this.

She saw Charlotte walking up the stairs along with Olivia and Elizabeth. “We all made it through,” Charlotte said as she sat back down next to Harlow.

Harlow gave Penelope, the last girl in the room a tight smile. It meant that one of them would be going home tonight.

Her heart jumped in her chest as her phone vibrated in her hand. Looking up, she saw Penelope too get up from her spot on her bed. The two of them made their way downstairs and into the living room; Harlow’s breath catching once again at the sight of Steve.

~~~

Steve stood next to Bucky waiting for the last two ladies to come down. Bucky had already eliminated one of his women. Her name was Alexa and Bucky just didn’t feel they hit it off well compared to the other five girls.

It was now Steve’s turn to eliminate one of the last two of his women and he was dreading it. Even though he only met these women a few hours ago, it still didn’t sit well in his mind to do this. But Tony assured him he was almost positive that he would find his true love by doing this.

Tony and Steve had been through so much over the last handful of years that at this point, he couldn’t not trust Tony’s advice.

The sound of heels snapped Steve back to the present as he clasped his hands together in front of him; waiting for the two women. He felt Bucky place a hand on his shoulder, giving him a squeeze and letting him know he was there for him.

Both Harlow and Penelope now stood in front of them, worry etched on their faces. “I wanted to introduce myself because we haven’t met yet. I’m Bucky, this punks best friend.” His words lightened the mood causing the girls to let out a light laugh.

“I’m Penelope,” she said shaking Bucky’s hand.

“I’m Harlow. It’s nice to meet you,” Harlow said gracefully with a smile on her face, taking Bucky’s hand in hers.

“I just wanted to say that this is extremely out of Steve’s comfort zone,” Bucky began to say. “The only reason that either of us is even doing this, is because we have each other to lean on during this whole thing Tony came up with. I wouldn’t have even agreed if Steve decided not to do this and I know he feels the same way. So I’m going to shut up now and let Steve take over.”

Steve unclasped his hands, scratching his neck with his right hand as he looked between the two women in front of him. “This is the part that I have dreaded most, without a doubt,” Steve began to say. Harlow could tell just how nervous he was. “Tonight I had the pleasure of talking with both of you.” His eyes glanced back and forth between Harlow and Penelope. “But one of you really captured my attention.” Steve took a deep breath before speaking again. “Penelope…..I’m sorry but you aren’t the girl for me.”

~~~

Harlow let out the breath she was holding, casting her gaze down at the floor. She felt bad for Penelope even though she didn’t get a chance to talk to her at all. But she had to remember that she was here for love, for Steve, and that all the other women were her competition.

She saw Penelope give a slight wave to Steve before leaving the living and heading up the stairs to pack her belongings. Turning her head, she locked eyes with Steve.

“Harlow, I have to say I was actually pretty excited that you ended up tripping in front of me. It finally helped us get a chance to talk.” Harlow’s cheeks flushed at the thought. “Since the moment I saw you, I admit that I have been rather intrigued by you. Would you like to stay here and have a chance at love with me?”

Harlow’s smile spread wide, nodding her head. “I would love to Steve.” She stepped forward and into Steve’s open arms, wrapping her arms around his torso. She had to be truthful and saying that Steve gave such great warm hugs. She felt safe in his arms instantly.

Too soon he pulled away, giving her a smile and she nodded at Bucky before walking to the stairs and up to her new room.

Harlow saw Penelope packing as tears streamed down her face. Her heart hurt for the woman in front of her, but she had to be strong for herself. This was what she wanted, and she wasn’t going to back down without a fight. She wanted to find love, and she had a good feeling that Steve very well could be her Mr. Right.

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Hi everyone! If you’d like to take part in this year’s Prompt Party Week, just select any of the prompts from the list below and write a fic, make a video or create some art based on it. Please note that more than one person may choose the same prompt.

You may submit new stories or include the prompts in any of your existing verses (though all your entries must be posted for the first time during Prompt Party Week).

Art/Video makers may use any of the prompts, but there are some Art/Video specific ones at the bottom of the post.

I have condensed some of the prompts that were a little too long and removed some that felt repetitive or have been sent before… feel free to take some liberties with some of the more specific prompts!

If you have any questions, please tweet @OQPromptParty

OQ Prompt Party week will run from 27th May - 2nd June 2019. Please don’t post anything until then.

Prizes:

Everyone who posts a prompt for all seven days of the OQ Prompt Party week will be sent a limited edition, one of a kind Outlaw Queen button/badge. These will never be available again, so don’t miss out!

Each day there will also be the opportunity to win another prize. You will be entered into a prize draw and the more prompts you write, the more times your name will be entered into the draw. I will announce which prizes will be available on each day soon.

There will also be a separate prize for most prompts included in a single one-shot/chapter (crack!fic encouraged).

And now! Without further ado, here are your prompts:

Lonely Robin paints/sculpts a picture of the woman of his dreams and she comes to life.

Roland’s first lost tooth.

“Sorry I thought you were someone else.”

Regina has scars from surviving a fire and thinks nobody can love her, Robin proves her wrong.

Roadtrip AU: Regina and Robin go to DisneyWorld for the first time and take Henry and Roland

Regina is the (little) sister of Robin's over-protective best friend.

One (or both of them) is in a coma, and they keep meeting in their dreams.

The first time Roland calls Regina "Mama"

Fighting Wolves.

A positive resolution or a rewrite of the baby storyline - Robin isn't the father / Regina is the mother.

Robin and Regina pick up a stranger at a bar and have some fun

Henry, Robin and Roland play Mario Kart

Regina over-hears someone talking about Robin in a language he doesn't know and she defends him.

Robin meets Daniel or Regina meets real Marian.

Regina and Robin are professors at the same university, enemy-to-lovers

OQ AU in a Love+Death+Robots scenario.

Enchanted AU: Regina finds herself trapped in the real world, New York City and finds something unexpected: a happy ending.

Regina asking for something she considers weird in bed

Modern AU: Regina is a witch and when Robin discovers it accidentally, his reaction surprises her.

Makeup sex

Regina’s new obsession is bubble tea, Robin just thinks it’s weird

Regina and Robin in a cooking competition.

Season 6 AU: Robin goes to the Wish!Realm with Regina and they both meet their Wish!versions.

MCU AU: Either Robin or Regina gets taken in the Thanos snap. Bonus points if you also wipe out one or more of the kids for maximum angst.

Robin, Regina and the boys in an escape room.

A little private time in Camelot.

Robin is a warlock who cast the first curse, and Regina is an archer who steals from the rich to give to the poor.

Ella Enchanted AU

Robin leaves after he feels betrayed

Summer vacation

Quiet times near the fireplace.

The Princess Diaries 1 and 2 AU

"Only You" AU

One of them gets injured and the other has to take care of them.

Robin and wishHook have to plan a part of Robin & Alice’s wedding (bonus points for a crack fic).

Spilled wine/coffee.

Robin & Regina are expecting twins.

Regina as a sex therapist.

Regina is thrown from her horse, Robin is the one who helps her.

Confessions of a Shopaholic AU: but Regina/or Robin is a hoarder of books instead of clothes.

Atlantis.

Accidental magical body swap

Bedsharing

Good Girls AU - Robin as a stay home dad, Regina as a criminal

Robin is custodian of a cemetery and meets Regina when she buries Daniel and keep meeting as she mourns.

Regina didn’t realize marrying Robin meant that she’d also be getting custody of all the Merry Men

The Sound of Music AU

One of them falling (any kind of fall), the other helping

Person A almost losing a loved one and person B tries to comfort them.

Inspiration from Pet Sematary - Regina or Robin dies and the other buries them in a place that happens to be cursed so that those buried there are resurrected. Regina or Robin is resurrected but are soon to be revealed as being darker and more sinister than they were.

Henry’s graduation.

Letters

Fic based on “Die From A Broken Heart” by Maddie and Tae. Robin and Regina have a massive fight after he shows up wasted with a few buddies... he walks out on her and slams the door behind him and she runs to her mom for comfort. By the end Robin comes to apologize and slowly win her back. AU (Cora is the good guy)

AU - Robin attends a convention with Henry and Roland.

Robin catches Regina full on dancing around in the kitchen while making dinner.

Pregnancy horniness.

Lost AU.

Roland's bedtime routine is exhausting.

OQ wedding + Robin carries Regina bridal style into their house.

Season 7 AU: Roni takes in a stray fox who turns out to be Robin.

Starting a new relationship after having slept together.

Stuck on a crowded train.

Regina and Robin visit New York City.

Regina hates celebrating her birthday, but Robin finds out and does something special for her.

Hiking in the woods.

Regina as a female knight and Robin as her Squire.

Robin and Regina are in Regina’s vault and Robin accidentally knocks over a potion, turning Regina into an animal.

“I didn’t know you speak…”

OQ get arrested for public sex

Grown up, Robyn meets grown-up Roland in the Enchanted Forest.

Regina and Robin take a walk on the beach at sundown.

Chaperoning Roland's first date.

Robin makes Regina a romantic meal and it doesn’t go to plan.

Person A pretends to be alright on their own but they finally accept they want Person B's company.

Regina shares an unusual fear.

OQ falling asleep on the sofa together.

San Junipero AU: Robin and Regina meet through a simulation meant for older people to live freely as their young selves once more.

Edible body paints.

Robin disguised as a priest and seeks shelter at a monastery where he meets novice Regina.

Henry and Roland plan something special for OQ's anniversary

OQ + war

First curse AU: Robin comes to Storybrooke with everyone, he and Regina meet and he instantly falls for her, but she tries to pretend she doesn’t care or isn’t affected by his charms, but fails miserably.

An "accidental" kiss.

He’s in for robbery. She’s in for murder. A prison romance blossoms when Robin Locksley notices a quiet inmate across the fence on her daily one hour out on the yard.

Robin at Regina's coronation.

Leo causes trouble for OQ

Missing year + a spell of kindness

DOQ CAOS AU: Mal & Regina as Hilda & Zelda who both fall for the Human Robin

Regina gets a happy ending massage from Robin.

Robin dealing with ED issues (temporary or permanent)

Robin surprises Regina with a puppy/cat as a birthday gift.

Every day, Regina takes her beloved sheltie to the same local dog park. And every day, she sees the same handsome blue-eyed blonde entertaining his adorable little corgi. Perhaps some day, she’ll muster the courage to say hi. Perhaps one day, it’ll not be her, but the dogs that will decide.

How to Train Your Dragon AU

AU: As a kid/teen/young adult, Person A was kidnapped. Years pass but Person A's family still hasn't lost hope and are still looking for them. Eventually the family hires Person B, the best detective in the country to find Person A and bring them home.

Regina meets Robin’s parents.

Party

Robin Locksley is the lead actor on a fantasy TV show “Happily Ever After.” Regina Mills is the typical troubled Hollywood ‘queen’ whose been cast as Robin’s new love interest only because the producers need a big name to bring in ratings and Regina needs a way to fix her reputation. They might play lovers on screen but off screen they can’t stand each other. Until they get to know one another; then real life most definitely begins to reflect fantasy...

Henry seeks Robin's advice on a very important matter

The Merry Men accept Regina into their group.

Regina is Roland’s therapist - he gets bullied at school and Robin and Regina end up liking one another.

Labrador puppies!

Regina works at an animal shelter, Robin and Roland want to adopt a dog.

A day at the beach.

Robin comes back when Robyn is 8 to find his daughter is a spoiled brat, Little John and Regina split up his children, Hook got to come back before him and Regina split her soul.

Regina and Robin are surprised to find that Roland has magic.

A (magical) circus visits Storybrooke.

“It’s the reason why we broke up in the first place.”

“I thought you were gay.”

Sharing body heat to stay alive.

Roland is secretly Regina’s biological child.

Gender Swap version of their story. Robin is the struggling to reform Evil King. Regina is the leader of the Merry Men.

OQ/Stargate crossover.

Robin spends a whole day with Henry while Regina spends it with Roland.

“I just want to see you smile”

Visiting a castle in present day.

Bandit!OQ - one gets captured/caught, the other has to save them

OQ modern world AU with no magic.

Season 7 AU: Regina meets Robin in EF2 but he doesn’t remember her.

Robin and Regina go to John’s farm with little Roland who becomes obsessed with a little piglet named Wilbur and spider named charlotte and Regina can’t stand the farm life and has a panic every time she dresses up Roland only to have him get his clothes full of mud- can be modern AU.

Robin gives Regina a ring.

Secret relationship AU.

Stalker.

Robin consoles Regina after one of their kids yells "you're not my real mom."

North of the Wall.

Robin catches Regina doing something awful.

Regina and Robin as a king and a queen of separate kingdoms who fall in love (and unite their kingdoms).

DOQ on vacation.

Lion King AU: While hunting far to find food, Regina reunites with Robin, her childhood friend and betrothed, after years of thinking him dead when his father, the King, was mysteriously killed.

Accidental spell that makes Robin and/or Regina lustful.

Going shopping.

Storybrooke Community Theatre is putting on ‘Snow White & the Seven Dwarves’ and Regina gets cast as Snow White while Robin gets cast as Prince Charming.

"My little sibling has been talking about his/her new friend for a while now but I always thought you were an imaginary friend or something but holy shit you are definitely not imaginary (for real how are you so hot???)"

Regina forms a friendship with Little John.

Monster in the closet.

Dark!OQ's wedding.

Fake relationship AU.

Robin & Regina in a Jaime & Brienne-type relationship (pref minus the incest backstory)

OQ meet again after a long time like on this Nescafé Gold advert: https://youtu.be/jZtEXMBbaZg

Byzantine empire or Ottoman empire AU.

DOQ Roland calls Mal mom.

Three Wishes.

Robin doesn’t reach Regina in time. The crystal hits her but instead of killing Regina, it kills their unborn child.

Mother’s day/Father’s day.

Fic based on the movie “Moonstruck”.

Enchanted Forest AU: Person A is a member of the royal family. An assassination destroys their family, but Person A manages to escape and is believed to be dead. Person A finds out that their power-hungry relative (Person C) was behind the attack and wanted the throne for themself. While on the run, Person A meets Person B, who invites A to their camp. After finding out A's true identity, B and his/her friends agree to help A to stop Person C's tyranny so A can be crowned as the rightful king/queen.

Regina’s past haunts her.

Robin is known as the Vicious King whose first love Marian was murdered because his step son David couldn’t keep a secret. Tinkerbell leads Robin to his soulmate, a beautiful brown eyed peasant woman with a feather tattoo.

Game of Thrones final season watch party.

Robin, Roland and Robyn are incredibly poor, borderline homeless, Regina is the CPS caseworker assigned to investigate them.

A mysterious stranger appears in Hyperion heights, no one knows who he is, but he has a gorgeous voice and he sings at Roni’s bar every Friday, and then rides off on a motorcycle.

After Regina brings Robin back she has a problem letting him go even for a second to the point where it becomes a problem.

Robin is a cop who goes undercover in a deadly dangerous motorcycle club, Regina is the president’s old lady.

Robins soul wasn’t obliterated, but instead was sent to the worst part of Hell as punishment for loving the Evil Queen and Regina just found out.

Robin & Regina get into a fight and have near death experience and angsty make up sex after (canon).

Robin the handyman.

Hunchback of Notre Dame AU.

Regina and Robin are actors on the same Broadway show.

The occupants of Misthaven discover a new land full of murder, betrayal and deaths, a land where the dead walk, a land called Westeros.

Robin and Regina’s daughter’s first prom.

Road trip.

Robin watches Regina and their kids from heaven as they continue with their lives (canon or AU).

Regina talks to Robin for the first time.

Regina accidentally hurts Robin with her magic.

DP with Robin, David & Regina.

Regina and Robin discuss moving into the woods when the last kid is preparing to leave the nest.

The Durrells AU.

Robin isn’t dead when Regina splits herself in two.

OQ stranded on an island.

“Inside my heart is breaking, my makeup may be flaking but my smile still stays on.”

Robin cooking in Regina's kitchen for the first time.

Regina dealing with menopause.

Robin finds out Nottingham & Regina dated (or he finds out that Cora tried to hook them up in the ‘Mother’ ep).

Robin and Regina want to adopt a baby.

DOQ and quirks of living together.

Kissing Booth AU.

“Your curse is to remember.” Robin, who remembers everything, is in Hyperion Heights while Henry, Roland, Robin and Regina, who’s with Facilier, have no idea who he is.

AU: OQ as teenagers/young adults

Robin detests Snow more than Regina does.

Regina proposes to Robin.

“Robyn is eloping with the daughter of a pirate and a nature goddess, Roland is having an affair with a married princess, Henry’s mother in law is threatening to kill everyone and you still want to have a party?”

“I know you care for her, Regina, but I don’t want Zelena around my son.”

Robin and Regina join Twitter and find themselves involved in a fangirl argument over Henry’s ‘Once Upon a Time’ book.

Evil Queen introduces Wish!Robin to Roland or Robin.

Robin travels back in time with Hook & Emma.

Regina and Robin are neighbors who can't stand each other.

“You kissed Snow?!”

Beetlejuice AU: Robin and Regina are both dead and haunt a house with one another whilst trying to find a way to move on together.

Fireworks.

Regina is betrothed to a pompous son of some Lord who lives out near Sherwood Forest that she’s never met before in her life. Robin’s future intended is the spoiled daughter of Princess Cora and Prince Henry who he never even laid eyes on. But how could Regina ever love the man she was supposed to marry when she’s fallen so hard for the forest smelling peasant she met in a tavern? Not to mention how could Robin ever hope to care for some princess when he’s head over heels in love with a brown eyed peasant woman whose smile he sees every time he closes his eyes?

Robin loses his memories, Regina must make him fall in love with her again.

Perfect Date AU (Netflix)

DOQ find out they share a soulmate bond

Waitress AU

Jurassic Park/World AU

Nashville

“If i’d known then what I know now, I wouldn’t have...”

The original meaning behind the lion tattoo

Lost in time

Henry and Roland have a fight

Both Robin & Regina are hot tempered.

Video Prompts

"I Don't Want to Miss a Thing" by Aerosmith

Pretty Woman

Loving Can Hurt

This is Me

Season 1/2/3/4/5/6/7 AU

Fight song

“Tishbite” by Cocteau Twins

Any classical music

“Don’t Treat Me Bad” - Firehouse

“Paradise” - George Ezra

“Walk Me Home” - Pink

“Here We Go” - Wild

Up Town Girl

Any song from a Disney animated movie

“Shallow” - Lady Gaga

“I’ll Be There” - Jess Glynne

Art Prompts

Historical AU

Angels & Demons

Art a favourite fic

Sunset

Rainbow

Comfort

Anniversary

The 90s

Comic book

Sherwood forest

Fire

Trouble

Romance

Hero

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