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jesssssssssica · 2 years ago

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they say that when you meet the love of your life, time stops.

that’s true.

i remember the day i met your mother as if it happened only moments ago. i was standing atop the podium (having finished third), smiling as if i were on top of the world when i looked down and saw her. i remember her sporting the most beautiful blue dress that hung to her body as though it were made for her and her only, though it made me anxious that she didn’t like the silver of mercedes and instead that she favourited another team though one thing i did know, was that i was in love.

then as they all say when you meet the love of your life, time stopped. no longer was i hearing the roar of the crowd or the sound of the dutch national anthem, instead all i saw was her and all i could hear was the sound of my own heartbeat hitting my chest a hundred miles a minute. it was as though i had lost all control in my body and mind, my feet moving to leave and head towards the crowds of supporters, all of them still paused. so close and yet so far at the same time.

though they say time stops what they don’t tell you, is that once it does start back up again, it moves twice as fast to catch up, leaving me standing there, alone and hopelessly in love with a person i may never see again.

i tried though, i tried to find her, running as fast as i could to car park trying to catch a glimpse of the light blue of her dress but alas i could not find her, returning to the mercedes garage.

i guess i didn’t have the energy to hide the glum look on my face as toto soon sits down next to me, hand resting on my shoulder analysing my features and expression before say,

“what’s the matter with you, kid?”

“i just saw the woman i’m going to marry and i was so close to saying hello... when everything sped up.”

“tough luck but oh well life moves on and you’ll find someone else to wed.”

i immediately start to shake my head, adamant that she’s the only one for me.

“no but that’s the thing, i don’t think i’ll ever move on and forget her so i’d rather spend the rest of my life looking for her or just die trying no in between.”

“jesus. well let me guess blue dress with y/h/c and y/e/c?”

my expression immediately shifted from melancholy to a look of joy and excitement as the description toto gives me matches up with her.

i nod frantically and repeat the word ‘yes’ over and over again as if it were a prayer.

“i know her, she’s the daughter of one of susie’s friends.”

my mouth splutters out hundreds of questions and get toto just rises from the floor and shrugs.

“don’t waste your time george, focus on the championship rather than some girl you may never see again and besides, she’s out of your league.”

as he walks away, i quickly jump up pacing myself so i can could keep up with his head start.

“what do you mea-”

“what i mean is that you don’t have a plan, your just living life as it comes towards you, i mean look at you, trying to chase some girl you saw for less than a minute? it’s crazy”

i stop and that cause toto to stop after turning around to see what had caused me to stop.

“you say i don’t have a plan but i do! i really do! i’m going to find that girl and marry her and then grow old with her in a house that looks like it’s come alive from a fairy-tale and there is no other path for me!”

toto smiles at my dedication though i don’t spare him a glance, continuing with my life plan.

“i may not know much right now but what i do know is that she is my soulmate and if you just helped me, even the tiniest bit then i would be forever in debt with you though if you don’t help me, then you would have stopped the opportunity of a love story and that’s not fair.”

“i’m not going to give out information without getting something in return george.”

that has me thinking.

“how about we make a deal, every time i get on the podium, then i get a little bit of information about her, that’s it nothing more, nothing less.”

toto takes a breath before nodding causing me to let out a sigh of relief.

we then shake hands and i finally feel as though everything is coming into place.

and from that day on, i worked day and night, finding ways to drive as fast i could, working harder than i ever had in my life, spending hours on the simulator basically becoming a different person and by the time the 2024 season started, i was unrecognisable.

of course, my season wasn’t a clean sheet, having faced some technical and engine difficulties causing me to retire early on. on those days, i would beat myself up the most, having lost the opportunity to learn more about my love, though on those weekends when i would get on the podium, i would wear the widest grin.

she was my motivation, my rock, the only thing that kept me going when the times got rough and because of her, i got six podiums that season and a win, all for her.

over the season i found out meaningless pieces of information and yet i cherished the information so very dearly. over the season, i learnt a lot but never her name or where on earth i could find her, what i did learn was;

that she loved music

was going to university

favourite animal was an otter

liked watching tv

favourite colour was y/f/c

and that her favourite flower was the daffodil, a flower that would forever be my favourite as well.

it felt as though ever since the day that time stopped, time was taunting me by going ever so slowly, making me feel as though minutes were hours and days were weeks but if this was gods challenge to see if i was the right one for their angel then i would go to hell and back for her, because i would do anything for her.

then it happened.

i learnt her name and where i could find her.

toto walks into my room, not bothering to knock, which after many frequent occurrences, i had gotten used to and says,

“her name is y/n y/l/n and she goes to auburn, although the terms coming to a close soon, so if you want to speak to her, you better go quickly.”

at the time toto came into my room, i was laying down on my bed, scrolling through my instagram, occasionally liking a post and putting a comment, bored out of my mind though by the time toto had finished his sentence, i had sat up, making direct eye contact with the man, acting as if he had cured me of my illness, though i’m sure him giving me the information that would lead me to love of my life is pretty much on par.

i left the very next day, as soon as the sunday race had ended and the summer break started, saying my goodbyes to everyone, before taking a moment to realise how this was it. this was the start of the beginning.

i stood outside her door for what felt like hours (when it was really minutes) psyching myself with words of motivation, grasping a bouquet of daffodils in my hand.

‘she’s on the other side of this door’ i remember myself thinking, taking large breathes of air, trying desperately to ground myself before suddenly knocking my fist against the door.

it creaks open to reveal her.

her in all her beauty, dressed in white like the angel that she is. if i were a stranger, i would’ve believed that i had died and gone to the gates of heaven, hell i sometimes find myself wondering that to this day.

her eyes show a sign of confusion, probably from the fact that the man from that one race was turning up at her door, which causes me to chuckle nervously, which then in turn causes her to also laugh, a sound that i have loved ever since that moment, which causes me to speak to my heart’s content.

“yo- you don’t know me, but my name is george russell and i am madly in love with you. i know that may sound crazy and scary, but i have pushed so hard to win for you and to get the chance to talk to you, i’ve been called all the names possible and have heard every insult a person can make but i’m here now and that is all that matters because i know that you’re the only woman for me and that you’re the woman that i’m meant to marry and grow old with. i’ve known that for a while, ever since the day of the race, the one that you attended. i’ve known ever since the moment we made eye contact, me from atop the podium and you in the crowd of people. surely that’s a sign in itself! either way, if i didn’t know before, i definitely known now.”

silence.

i look at her face and all i can see is sorrow as she utters out the words,

“i’m sorry.”

my eyebrows furrow, before i shrug it off and say,

“you don’t need to apologise to me, in fact i feel like the happiest man you'll ever see!”

y/n starts to shake her head, raising her hand onto the door frame, revealing a diamond ring, an engagement ring.

“no i’m sorry”, she starts, face showing nothing but remorse “i... i’m engaged to be wed.”

time stops again, though this time all i can see is my hands surrounded by blurriness and all i can hear is my heavy breathing, chest moving up and down quicker and quicker as seconds passed.

it takes me a few seconds to pull myself back into reality, though i continue to avoid eye contact with her, embarrassed beyond compare.

“oh” i utter, cheeks flushed.

“you’re wrong though,” i look up as she says those words, “i do know you, at least by reputation. you’re the george russell from king’s lynn. i’m actually engaged to boy from there, tom danes. i think he was in the year above?”

i try and recall the name tom danes, thinking back to my younger years.

‘oh yes, tom danes.’

tom danes was an averagely normal man, someone that i competed against in my early karting days (someone that i would always beat no matter what). when i think about tom danes, i will always remember how he would always throw a tantrum, whenever anyone apart form him would win, obviously embarrassed at his lack of skill. i guess tom danes was the real winner in the end.

“well, i’m sorry to have bothered but congratulations.”

i turn around and start walking, unsure where i’m meant to go now, though i can hear the giggles of her roommates, well at least i did until they were shushed up.

i learnt that day that fate has a cruel way of circling around you. after dangling this beautiful woman in front of me and making me work so hard to get to her, i learnt the hard truth that she was now engaged to one of the world’s biggest jerks.

that wasn’t the only thing i learnt that day, i also learnt that there’s a time when a man needs to fight, and a time when he needs to accept that his destiny is lost, that the ship has sailed, and that only a fool would continue.

the truth is though, i’ve always been a fool.

this is why i turned around and screamed with all my strength,

“y/n y/l/n! i love you! and i am going to marry you!”

because it was true,

i do have to admit that the ways i tried to woo her were a bit out of character for me, what with me sabotaging her teachers powerpoint with a slide confessing my love for her but if her face was anything like i imagined it to be, both horrified yet excited at the same time, then it would be all worth it.

the next thing i did, took me loads of effort, having to get a plane to fly over her campus, painting a love heart in the air with both of our initials in the middle, making her know that the heart wasn’t just for anyone.

the final thing i did was something anyone would like, a sea of their favourite flowers, which to her was daffodils. i looked up the symbolism of daffodils and found out they represented new beginnings, which i think is fitting, seeing as she was my new beginning.

i remember looking at her face when she opened the window, shocked beyond compare and yet so happy, wearing a smile that was as bright as the sun, my sun.

i never told her that i’d been there for six hours on the off chance she was an early riser, which she wasn’t.

“daffodils?” she says, her voice raspy.

“they’re your favourite flower” is my response, being the only words i can put together in that moment.

“b-but how’d you find so many?”

“i rang every florist nearby, told them that this way the only way i could get my wife to marry me and then here we are.”

i didn’t know it at the time but a tear had fallen from her eye once i had said those words, obviously shocking her to the core that someone would do such a thing for her.

“you don’t even know me!”

“that’s true, but i have a whole lifetime to learn about you.”

“y/n!” a voice rings out, which causes y/n to snap back into reality and out of the world that consisted of just us.

“that’s tom, please promise me that you won’t hurt him.” her voice has a tone of urgency obviously desperate to keep things civil no matter what happens.

i bow my head before saying, “well of course, if that’s what you want, i promise.”

i turn my head slowly to face tom for the first time in decades and see the pissed off looks he bears on his face, storming towards my garden of daffodils.

“russell!” he says, panting in anger.

“tom.” i say back with a calm tone.

“what the hell do you think you’re doing? she’s my girl! mine!”

how very rude of him to objectify an angel when really if anything he was hers, much below her level of beauty and power.

“i didn’t know she belonged to anybody.”

before anything else can happen, tom punches me right in the face though i make no effort to fight back, as i had promised, which in turn causes tom to punch me again.

“stop it!” y/n screams, trying desperately to stop tom, though he doesn’t listen.

“what’s the matter russell? too scared to fight back?”

i just shake my head.

“i promised i wouldn’t.”

tom just smiles at the opportunity, kicking me in the ass ten times over and though i was the one that got the beating that day, it was tom dane that was the loser in the end.

“tom!”

tom stops and faces y/n, watching as she yanks the ring off of her finger and throwing it at him, causing a roar of ‘oooo’s’ and ‘aaahs’ from the crowd.

“i will never marry you.”

“what you love this guy or something?”

“why yes. he’s practically a stranger and i prefer him to you,”

tom storms off, though not before giving me another punch to the face for good measure.

y/n kneels down next to my head and takes a look at my badly bruised face, sighing as she says,

“what do i have to do for you to stop?”

“go out with me.”

“okay.”

as it turned out, y/n was able to keep her date at the chapel, only with a change in the groom and it all started when time stopped.

#george russel imagine #f1 imagines #f1 imagine

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kathleenmarymulligan · 2 years ago

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The Mother Ganga

February 4, 2023

I’ve been a little reluctant to write about our trip to Varanasi—because I’m not sure I can put into words how magical and wonderful it was.

David and I both had some trepidation about the trip. I know I didn’t want to leave India AGAIN without having visited that oldest and holiest of cities (for Hindus.) But we had read enough to make us nervous: the crowds, the dirt, the pickpockets, the cows, the bodies…you name it. So did those expectations make the reality even more wonderful? I’m not sure. But it was a visit I will never forget.

That Adam Grotsky, the Executive Director of Fulbright in India, loves the city and connected us with a hotel and a guide definitely helped. We arrived at the Ganges River View after a blessedly uneventful morning of travel (after the hassles of the day before.) The place is a historic home on the Assi Ghat that has been beautifully converted into a boutique hotel. The terrace garden outside our bedroom was full of flowers that were almost freakish in size (and gorgeous.)

After a little stroll down the ghats,

we met up with our guide Ajay to attend the nightly Arti ceremony on the bank of the river. It was one of the times when I was very grateful that I invested in custom ear plugs for this trip- the amplification was deafening. The ceremony was interesting—but frankly, it felt more like a tourist attraction than an actual religious ceremony (and the tourists were certainly there in throngs.)

The next morning, we met Ajay in reception at 6:30, and walked down the ghats to a waiting rowboat. For the next 45 minutes or so, we were rowed downstream as the river and the ancient city came to life. It was impossibly beautiful and absolutely magical.

Ours was a singing boatman—and David captured this:

Motorboats have pushed aside a lot of the rowboats—and later in the day the river is teeming with them. But Ajay loves the old ways- and I am so grateful. (My father would have loved this boat, and other old wooden boats we saw.)

We disembarked about halfway down the ghats and walked through the old city. We stopped at temples,

peered into shops,

met a guy cuddling his beloved cows,

congratulated a newlywed couple (traveling from temple to temple for blessings--with mother-in-law in tow),

visited a beautiful old mosque (with one of the most spectacular views of the Ganges)

and were welcomed into the historic home of a famous Varanasi playwright (1800’s) by his descendants for a traditional breakfast.

Ajay has an astounding amount of historical information to share about the city—and was the perfect tour guide.

One of our last stops was the main cremation ghat—and I was definitely my mother’s daughter at that point. I was fascinated. No pictures, of course, but let me describe:

We stood above on a terrace and looked down on about fifteen funeral pyres- some burning full force (with yes, a body inside) and some waiting to be lit. You hear bells, and then a group of men come into view below, carrying a body on a sort of stretcher. The body and face are covered in brilliantly colored cloths. The main mourner (usually the oldest son) has just had his head shaved. They move to the river, where they carefully submerge the body. They lift the stretcher and tip it to drain the water. Then they return to shore and place the body next to a pyre. Evidently, negotiations on wood, etc. will follow. We didn’t stay that long. But I will never forget it. The family will return after several weeks to collect the ashes, which will then be scattered on the river.

After that, we climbed into a motorboat for the ride back up the river (rowing UPSTREAM would take a very long time). I’m not always a fan of tours—I like to poke around myself. But for this city—it was the perfect choice (and if you ever go- I will put you in touch with Ajay!)

We dropped our things at the room and headed back out to have lunch with a fellow Fulbrighter Swasti Bhattacharyya and others from Benaras University, where she is hosted. Met some very cool people (including a theatre maker from CA who knows not only our friend Chandradassan from Kerala, but also our friend Dean Robinson from Ithaca!) After that, we crashed for a good afternoon nap, and then returned to a toy emporium that Ajay brought us to the night before. This place makes hand painted wooden images of the many Hindu gods and goddesses- and I only wish I had taken more pictures! What a fascinating place! Their work is gorgeous (and they train impoverished women as painters- currently employing nearly 40 women to help prepare 20,000 hand painted frames for the G20 Summit!) I felt like a little kid again walking around this shop. It is full of hundreds of unique, imaginative, and magical (yes, I’ve been using that word a lot) figures of all shapes and sizes.

I had vowed to only purchase textiles on this trip—but we couldn’t resist and will be bringing home a flying Hanuman and Ganga when we return to the States.

It was Swasti’s birthday, and we ended a perfect day with a terrific meal together at our hotel—and our host Prakash arranged for a birthday cake to top it off.

Next morning, we attended a free concert of classical Indian music and heard a pretty astounding 16 year old (!) classical singer. I took a million videos —I wanted my students at IC to see how this guy physicalizes the melody of this classical raga. (Video in separate post.)

After that, we were off to the airport—and (again) blessedly simple travel back to Amritsar. I think the gods had decided that one travel nightmare per trip was quite enough.

Thank you, gods.

Someday, someway—I hope to return. One visit is not enough.

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libidomechanica · 11 months ago

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I sit and pebbles of the thick folds

A limerick sequence

Break my chain, to share these virtuous, that hope is lost. Perhaps not a Slave of Lust must still he bind his lips to search, such a Reign, his Tribes in so euill contented?

Sick Soul! No more; till she paused by Florian added; she within his own: but change decree? The misery is great shapes of the publique Good, add to the wrong berth.

With melting eyes and high spires, when he most rauishing down the pavement were fleet of beaten. She stroke. That was beauty’s grace is such, that then might I found, or the iewell.

Though beauty’s daughters of Albany. The lily, unheeded these? With shadows, where nys to be found the crowd were but to- With gold; and go but it is holy!

Our Laws for such, must bear a’ the last leave me despair: now called love is. Come away, wants to belong, that of Loue, and sunburnt mirth! Intent on her tears are all those.

Harry, Tommy, Wilfred, Edward, nam’d fourth, as first—my heart, there are dazled with Love, as when you reached, thy cup’s heart. Feasted the Pigmy Body to declaim again.

Thereupon she the Peoples Foes: yet some good a King! Eating pavement, old naked is, time was once burnt, such a loft, and calmly flows, has the summer days was odds.

My heart. Thus on my knees. The snowcap gleams with too much. And his pence, this year had exploded symmetrically from myself, and thee. His father to his native sway?

Sea! Or let his jive ass back again undone. Fools that sweet, sweetness, gossip and founded old dreams, before we part, I must tell her will; she would be dear. Together.

And providence did Joyn, for plighted sands; oh night! It was mine’—why am I sitting under our lives; and to Loyalty express, still nobler wealth, the soul seeks.

Bury me while by themselves assured and the Regal Rights. Premier or king! Devoid of Godly Faction, and the softer Adams of your generous as your Praise.

Consumed with him Return. Today when I was taken from times been married him out of him: when we streams of your wineglass is so lovely that I brought up true.

&Alone, twas Nature they learning and set a title vaine scuse giue? Because of course as Samuel used to bite the circuses, so I was disrooted, earth-anchored.

And kept, and Love, t’ acquit such as the brain an image pure? The Lucius Junius Brutus of my desire, slew both heavens Annointed to be Out-done.

Our Authour sweet Beauties white, before have we promise it is winter’s art in reigne dissembling limbs. Will topple to toil, than prove the turmoils they have an ending.

Tell if she had given to ken the side-lie of a winter outside and hymns in three years ago to the sink. It flash of air—am I and Debauchee of Dew.

You were the sequel of thy mind. Was uncertain their busy days. Now that had well for that, but scant appear; the State; but sweeping like a green wood, see ye warp not.

Sick, and vine: but with Brocade of two, and set my heart which whoever tastes shall I fix you, freeze you, my Friends destroyeth. I’ll love’s delight can never broke his Highness.

Behold talk, and groned, Alack, Alack, Alack. Then, love me, Royal Planet rul’d the Nation grieve: for witnesses will show then shoud People mighty Years, thy breast.

With my net. Well hearts, which did not do. Against the court to Lady Psyche, ’ Florian asked, to whome my Muse tumbled thou so fair as thou take the Serpent the house.

That Change their hushed joy, going schwa in the chain of life, whom we love the sonne. Two plummets dropt for once again with much contemns poverty, and turned the wine in ten?

For Ten to One, in for a sigh—it was desolate and she forget the vats upon those who give their Posterity. Deepening breast. See thee vantage melts the Prince.

And mark yon meeting. Has exercis’d the Government. We lie near each other, and tempt the texts written in the vista of years, but the gayne, paying but a child.

How might drink your bookless wings: from reddened eve he view; else call it winter in Florida. And Jebusite. Never been arraigned, to leap the deed he loathes?

Rebellion may come, can yet thy image of touch unique to us. Lies hatching still strongest; the bright still and of power; your back. As an infant joys renew!

The Gate her Kind? Of foes the rose. What are you that may be dissolved in rosy wine while Nation’s Curse, to Plots, shall aske. This love even, as if to love has made of.

He stride, which it was bom old. There lies a bright Marigold of Leutha, seeking flood on a mailens. Fame: I now that heavy do I journey on the shepheards swaine.

By their praise, that will Oothoon is on her smiles, and the window my body a bundle of grave-damps falling through. The morning saw the Ladyes their forms of delight.

And catch at and light; yet then whom the earth and trouble free. Sea, low, low, breath into thee ioy of the tree of life in the outer air were most faith or honor’s laws.

Is not the rose. And which is why you feel to-day. While times; then grew more strong to me did beam. The Joyfull Peoples Prayer, then given its own improbable bees.

I pluck the Prince your lap, and thus she sings. One little eyes which being spent, in lustihede and glasse he tooke: wherein I am not mine own weakness be undone.

She wound so fit for him he Suffer, that made him good glee, all for Worship at the leg. For witnesse of that her sighs. Like salt over and because the promise, all.

Was a bus. Not entering in my brain, to take the Fury of disbelief, the new name thou shalt find this frenzy insufficient reason, and Priest, which the things?

Best and bring waters round were closed. Th’ Offending on the blow of Fate, the small remember, do not this Vertue is made; and when, wise afright, yet Dauntless and die!

The tin-roofed station. With the Dutch a thick upon the highway, but never honest man that pines for hir darlings sake, knowing the me once asleep: so the summers.

With the secret shadows numberless, of perfect song into our Eyes; a Cataract that, nor any such skirts of the human kind. Him of the Law shall we think!

Began to glare at me on me! When, as if they meet; so unhappily forsworn. Make the state, the Devil is still succeed the face you see,—with such skirts of France.

Like a sea-fish. And let go. As, thou art a queer sort of its own work marred: for the sill and clown: perhaps from Foes unpunish’d never Ceases to acceptance be.

With content, happy, nestling for his head, at night all that is far conquer all thy shadow, like thee to thee. ’St that rich fooles there! Whence doth cherish his complain.

Rather Curse with mighty potentates, louers of Lordship and tremble? In them, messing the striking resemblance between a bag of individually the kitchen.

And are nothing strange cup amassed five beetle brow sun-shaded in snow: arise to the Lady Psyche, both in excess! Making love or coyn, in Corah’s own heart.

Or book or lute; but not your love her, and pledge, and a Wife. At either close the Slaves.&Carved so elaborately maybe a college friends, and the elms, and whay, and place.

Foment to gathering darkness is in my Muse or a cov’ring to Jack, and laid out a shadows? Old England: old England, old England: old England: old England.

Though lesse gifts impe feathers grace my grief! Boom of the publick Scorn, our only tutor us to eke out rapture’s gentle English ground, dark vault above payment?

Men adore in the brilliant body. Long ago, they obey the long vine creeps beside thy white Tablet— Yes—’tis uninscrib’d and sea, clean out of sight; in content?

Presence o’ lovely, that’s more could every things past bounds of every line you were but the noblest freedom. Such faitors, when the heavenly features trick of their Names.

A winnins o’ marrying to be foundations, always will. One another. On a straw to suck all the Kirke pillours eare day light, a noble forms makes summer.

Places its harp and true heart! To Compass this flea is you are my father warm heart into the summits of the burdenous, but oh that gan weepe: for all his Bloud.

Perchance, with desires to Woods and Sopps in wing’d exulting swift to scent, inexorable on earth has left. For human shores came features dear. From hence began.

Sweet love, that Oothoon weeps not; she can giue words you sobbed, and no more. No little Lilia please them bemone that lay at wine with blot of Treason was nourish’d by.

The maid of honest morn. And a million horrible thunders; on his golden hair. And thus I turn my fashion, the wharves with the bright the Sabbath, but for me!

And all, the gift refuse, nor find my throbbe from his immortal moon has always on the mind! Or God decreed those child of Bromion said, oh Shah, who Heavenly Fire.

The creature newly-caged, commend wise Issachar, his weight upon the loss of man, the prey of sea and with words, we conscience will have it always will. Grouped in Pearl.

Farewell, and make Treasons Heavens. Woman and Balkís a Secret from all ills else, for he has a human form, the long black piano our guided and erasèd.

To spread her coat so astoundingly— a gift, a lover, and he who turns of true hearted was he: bound for stronger we. For Lawfull Pow’r controul. This husbandman?

Yet witches may repenting to save my yet you oil my scalp. Some civic manhood firm again and of peace; Gray halls alone, whose dear light upon the stone; the churl.

From nightly prey, and in seeming sleep. Then they sat, had eyes be hel-driu’n from the miles as she fled, and Patriot yet, because I love and pressing on the leg.

Tell me without my Leave us: you many good tribute paid: nor this, and size that often the Doctors, elegies and queuing up from my soul seeks. My fancy.

I would fetch a pretty one, sleep, my little eyes the crowd—but you to whom all hem remayne, that he seem’d as he were starke lame. And marriage bed! A better to thee.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 7 #184 texts #limerick sequence

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saedii-gilwraeth-simp · 3 years ago

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Aurora Cycle headcanons 1

Just random thoughts I have about everyones favourite space family

Lae Jones-Gilwraeth’s spaceship is named Brannock bc she studied Cat while she’s at the Aurora Academy and is obsessed with this fellow badass female Ace. Like, Cat was Lae’s first “celebrity crush”

And yes it makes both Tyler and Scarlett cry the first time they see it.

Also, Lae has the Aurora Academy record for the most variety of species hooked up with. She’s a little slutty at 19 but aren’t we all?

Saedii and Fin share the same dry sense of humour and are each other’s lifeline at galas the squad gets invited to so when they grow up and have their own children, they vent to each other when their spouses aren’t around. Yeah somehow Fin is one of Saedii’s best friends and no one understands it.

Saedii and Scarlett both hate when Tyler speaks Syldrathi bc unlike his sister, he never worked to change his accent when he speaks it so he pronounces all the vowels wrong

Adams knew where the Jones’ mother was the whole time and would have told the twins after all the Ra’haam stuff had he not become part of the Ra’haam

Scarlett and Fin have 5 children because one of the twins had to get the twin gene and pass it on. The Jones-De Seel’s just didn’t realise it would happen twice so now they just have more kids than they know what to do with and all of them are hell raisers.

Auri and Kal get in the habit of dropping off the radar every now and then and it pisses the Squad off bc it seems to only happen when they’re needed

Auri still thinks about Kal in leather pants at least once a week. Kal knows this and is eternally embarassed but also now owns another pair of leather pants.

Whatever the mistletoe tradition becomes in the future, the squad always purposefully makes Kal and Tyler participate together, to remind them of the “old days.” They find it exhausting.

Zila (you guys really thought I would forget our queen), Nari and the Betraskan founder of the Aurora Legion all scratched their names somewhere deep in the bowels of the Aurora Academy. The bet among the Squad is who can find it first. Scarlett already found Nari’s during her time at the Academy (not that she realised it until later) but won’t mention it bc she refuses to give up her advantage.

Speaking of Zila, she cannot cook. Like, even following a recipe. She once set pasta on fire. Nari was confused about that incident for an entire decade after it happened. She had earned her admiral stars, started the Aurora Legion and achieved peace with the Betraskan’s before she figured out how her wife lit water and pasta on fire.

Jie-Lin and Aurora go on a space trip (like a roadtrip but... you get it) at least once a year to bond and hang out.

Kal and Auri have one child and they are the baby of the group, with nearly 10 years between them and the youngest of the Jones-De Seel’s. They hate it.

Lae Gilwraeth-Jones and Jones-De Seel No. 1 share an apartment on a space station out in the middle of nowhere but they’re both such shits that they didn’t tell anyone the co-ordinates so the closest anyone can pin them is the system, but not the station.

The second Jones-De Seel is the only one of the fam that did not attend the Aurora Academy and once lived on Sempiternity for 7 months for a sociology project at university. She came home with no less than 17 new piercings. It looked dope with her Bestraskan colouring

The 3rd Jones-De Seel is the hardest one to keep track of, especially since he’s the only one without a twin. He will disappear for months on end and no one will know where he goes.

Jones-De Seel the 4th is the most like her father of all of them and is the only one of her siblings to stay in the Aurora Legion after Academy graduation - as a gearhead, of course. She’s also the only one in a stable long term relationship, with a boyfriend and girlfriend.

And finally rounding out the family is the craziest of the Jones-De Seel’s, the youngest daughter, the wild one, whose primary goal in life is to seduce the futuristic, intergalactic version of a priest just bc she “thinks it would be funny”

Anyway that’s all I’ve got for now but pls add your own if you have them :)

Tag list: @the-weight-of-a-fingertip @isla-kady-blackwood @chloe123love607 @of-the-way-and-wildflowers @moonljte @iamheretodomythingrip

#aurora cycle #aurora rising #aurora burning #auroras end #lae gilwraeth jones #tyler jones #saedii gilwraeth #scarlett jones #finian de karran de seel #aurora o'malley #auri o'malley #kal gilwraeth

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shemarmooresfedora · 4 years ago

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Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing

A/N: for my 100 follower celebration (thank you so much), i opened up my fic requests! please just read my brief fic request guidelines before requesting!!! also thank god the ‘read more’ link is finally working for me. so sorry for people who had to scroll on the previous chapters (i am going to go back and fix them now)!!!

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Chapter 16

“I’m home!” Spencer called out.

Jo bolted down the stairs and leapt into his arms, “Daddy!”

“Hi, Princess! Did you have a good day?” he asked.

“Yes, I played kickball with Henry at recess today,” she informed him.

“I have a surprise for you,” Spencer smiled, bringing her over to the couch.

You walked out of the kitchen just as Spencer was pulling an envelope out of his bag.

“What’s this?” you asked.

“You’ll see,” he grinned.

Jo pulled three tickets out of the envelope, examining them.

“They’re for the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History, Jo! They have a huge dinosaur exhibit and we can all go together this Friday,” Spencer explained.

“Thank you, Daddy!” she hugged him.

“You’re welcome, Princess. But I want to go too so this isn’t a completely selfless gift,” he chuckled.

Jo was waiting on the couch in full dino gear. She was so excited...and then your phone rang.

“Y/N, I can’t make it. I have a case and they really need me. I’m so sorry,” Spencer apologized.

You sighed, “Okay, I’ll tell Jo. Stay safe.”

You hung up the phone and sat down on the couch next to Jo, smoothing her hair back.

“Baby, I have some bad news. Daddy can’t come with us tonight,” you spoke softly.

“Why?” she whispered, tears forming in her lash line.

“He has to help other people who really need him,” you pulled her in for a hug, “But we will still go and have a great time and I’m sure Daddy will make this up to you when he gets home.”

“Okay,” Jo sniffled.

“You are such a brave little girl for letting Daddy help others instead of be with you. Now, let’s go see some dinosaurs.”

You didn’t know a bunch of cool facts off the top of your head like Spencer would so you mainly had to read from the plaques that were next to the exhibits.

Jo seemed to have fun regardless but you could tell she was a little down. You were walking to the car when she began to squirm.

“Need to pee,” Jo said.

Knowing she couldn’t hold it until home, you walked into some fancy restaurant hoping they would let you just quickly use the bathroom.

Luckily, they did but you stopped dead in your tracks when you were exiting the bathroom. Spencer was at a table with an attractive woman with a dark-haired bob. They were making some serious eye contact. This didn’t look like an urgent case at all, it looked like a date.

You scurried out of the restaurant before he could see you. Jo didn’t see him either which was a relief because you didn’t know how to tell her that her Daddy was a fucking asshole.

You rushed home, packing bags for you and Jo. You couldn’t be here when he got home. You wouldn’t let him interact with Jo after choosing some girl over her feelings.

“Where are we going?” Jo asked as you loaded the bags into the car.

“We are going to Grandma and Grandpa’s for a little while,” you said as you buckled her in.

“Is Daddy coming?”

“Um no. Daddy may be gone for a while,” you explained.

Once Jo was fast asleep in the car, you finally let yourself break, the tears drenching your cheeks. How could Spencer do this to you and Jo? Apparently you were not enough for him.

All of Spencer’s calls and texts were left unanswered. As he arrived home, the lights were off which was weird because you were usually still up by now.

He was still shaken up about the last thing Cat said to him.

“In twenty years, I’ll remember your name but you won’t remember mine.”

All he wanted to do was hug his girls and memorize every single thing about them so he could never ever forget them.

As he walked up the steps, a note was taped to the front door.

Pack your shit and leave. I never want to see you again. Stay away from me and especially Jo.

Spencer pulled out his phone so fast and called you. Voicemail, shit.

“Baby, I’m so sorry I missed the museum but I was already brainstorming ways to make it up to you both. Please come home,” he pleaded.

Spencer dragged himself upstairs, opting to sleep in your bed instead of his. He was so exhausted, he would be useless trying to find you right now.

When Spencer awoke the next morning, the house was still just as empty as it was last night. He sighed, calling Penelope.

“Garcia, could you please track Y/N’s phone? I’ll send you her number,” he asked.

“Do you have a reason?” she countered, “I can’t just go looking up everyone’s location. I mean I could but I need to be able to justify it to the director if they go through my computer.”

“She left a note but she isn’t responding to my calls or texts. I just need to make sure she’s okay.”

“She’s in Fair Haven, New York.”

“That’s over a seven hour drive. She must have driven all night,” Spencer exclaimed.

“So she’s okay?” Penelope asked.

“Yes, thank you, Garcia. Her parents live there.”

Spencer quickly brushed his teeth, repacked his go bag, and set off on his drive.

You were all having dinner at the table when there was an urgent knock at the door followed by the doorbell ringing. Your father got up from the table and looked into the entryway.

“He’s here,” he said.

You sighed, walking up to the front door and closing the curtain right in Spencer’s face.

You had put Jo to bed and were now peeking out of your old bedroom’s window on the second floor.

“He’s still here?” your mom asked.

Spencer had seated himself on the bench on your front porch and had not left since then.

“Maybe you should talk to him, sweetie. He’s gonna freeze to death out there.”

“Mom, he went on a date with another woman when he was supposed to be taking our daughter to the museum and lied about it to me. I really don’t care,” you said.

“Well, you could at least tell him to leave if you don’t want to talk to him because it seems like he is waiting to say something.”

You sighed, grabbing a quilt from the end of your bed and stomping down the stairs.

“Here,” you opened the door and threw the quilt and a few granola bars at him, trying to close the door quickly again.

“Y/N, please wait!”

The door was already shut. That was as nice as you were willing to be at the moment. No one was forcing him to stay, he could leave at any time. But you weren’t up for hearing whatever he had to say right now.

To Spencer’s credit, he did sleep out there all night, not even going back to the warmth of his car.

Jo really wanted to go to the park this morning which means you were going to have to walk past Spencer.

After zipping up her coat, you said, “Jo, we are going to play a game where we don’t talk to Daddy, okay?”

“Why?” she asked curiously.

“Just because,” you sighed.

You lifted her up and opened the door. Spencer looked up, immediately standing up. You tightened your grip around Jo.

“Y/N, can you talk to me please? I don’t understand. You didn’t seem too mad about the case when I called you. I get it was awful timing but-” he rambled as he followed you to the car.

After finishing buckling Jo, you shut the car door. She didn’t need to hear what you were about to say.

“If you want a family so fucking bad, go fuck your side chick and stop trying to weasel your way into ours. I can’t believe you chose getting laid over going to the museum with your own daughter. I had to comfort her crying when I told her you weren’t coming and I said you were helping people but you were only helping yourself. Honestly did you just pretend to like me again so you could get to see your daughter to prove you’re better than your father? Cause from where I stand, Spencer, you’re no better,” you hit him right where you knew it would hurt.

“Y/N, what?” he looked heartbroken but you couldn’t trust anything about him anymore.

You got into the car and reversed out of the driveway, wiping the tears from your face.

“You lost,” Jo said.

“What?” you asked.

“You talked to Daddy.”

“Yeah, baby. I did lose.”

You got home late. You had purposely stayed out most of the day to avoid Spencer who was no doubt still camped out on your parent’s front porch.

As soon as you arrived home, he was already walking over to you.

You put your pointer finger up to silence him, “Let me tuck Jo in and then I’ll come down.”

Spencer was sitting on the bench when you returned. You stood by the door with your arms wrapped around you as if to protect yourself.

“I wasn’t on a date,” Spencer whispered.

“I saw, Spencer.”

“Well, I kinda was but it was an undercover mission for a case. I like you, Y/N. Actually, I love you, Y/N. I never stopped loving you...”

“How do I know this isn’t another lie?” you whispered.

Spencer pulled his phone out of his pocket, “I had Garcia forward me Cat Adams’ case file and the security footage from that night. You can see Rossi, JJ, Morgan, and Tara all there but they were dressed up undercover too which is why you didn’t notice them there.”

“I’m sorry,” you spoke softly after reviewing the footage and seeing the mugshots of the woman, “I just assumed and my anger got the best of me. What I said to you about your father was especially cruel and untrue.”

“You had every right to be upset, I know it looked bad. I will try to clarify upcoming cases when I can but sometimes the details are confidential.”

“I promise to listen to your side of the story first next time before making you sleep on a bench outside,” you softly giggled, “and...I love you too. I don’t think I stopped either.”

“Can I kiss you?” he smiled, standing up and slowly approaching you.

“Yes you may, Spence,” you smiled as he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

#spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer x reader #cm fanfic #reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds

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babymetaldoll · 4 years ago

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Family probation period (Matthew Gray Gubler/ Reader)

Requested: Yes

Summary: Matthew Gray Gubler meets his girlfriend’s family on Christmas eve. Just one detail: none of them knew she was dating.

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of abusive relationships

Category: Fluff

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler/ Reader

Wordcount: 3,5K

A/N: A late Christmas story, but I think we are still in the holiday season... right? also: requests are officially open

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- "Are you sure about this?"- (Y/N) looked at Matthew and he nodded with a huge grin on his face. They were parked outside her parent’s house. They had driven from Los Angeles to San Francisco to spend Christmas Eve with them.

- "Why not? I bet they are gonna love me"- he answered with his “Matthew Gray Gubler’s certified to make you drop your panties smile.”

- "I don’t know, I’m nervous"

- "Well missy, it was your idea to drop by your parents and surprise them with the news of your adorable boyfriend, so?"- (Y/N) smiled and nodded.

- "And you thought it was a great idea, by the way, that's why you are here"

- "Yeah"- Gubler sighed and looked outside- "Why do you still trust my good judgment?"

- "Well…"- (Y/N) looked at me and bit her lips- "You are very convincing"- he smiled and kissed her lips softly.

- "It's gonna be ok, they love you, I love you, which means we are gonna get along"- she nodded and smiled.

- "Alright, I'll pretend that makes sense"- Gubler chuckled and kissed her again

- "Let's do this, Bunny".

Matthew and (Y/N) had been dating for over ten months. At first, they decided to take things slow, get to know each other better, try to make things work with their crazy schedules. But soon, they realized they had fallen in love, and “taking things slow” was not their thing.

(Y/N) had decided to wait for the right moment to tell her parents she had found someone. Her last relationship had been a nightmare, and she knew her family (especially her brother) was going to be apprehensive about her new boyfriend. However, she was eager to tell them how happy she was with Matthew and how great he was with her.

He was, hands down, the best boyfriend she had ever had. He was sweet and thoughtful. Sure, he wasn’t perfect. He would forget many things 'cos his head was in hundredth places at once (she was almost sure he had ADHD). And sometimes it felt she had a boyfriend and a son all wrapped in the same 6 ft adorable manchild she was dating. But still, he was the best boyfriend.

She was hoping her parents and family would see he made her happy.

- “Ok, here we go”- Matthew rang the bell and turned to (Y/N), excited. She laughed and opened the door.

- “I still got my key.”

- “Right.”

- “Hello? Mom? Dad?”- she took a step inside and looked around. Her father stood up from the couch quickly and nearly ran to the door.

- “Peanut! You are home!”

Matthew smiled and held their bags staring at the scene. In all the time they had been together, he had heard a lot about (Y/N)’s parents. She loved them deeply, and he knew she wanted to share their relationship with them.

Her last boyfriend was an abuser, he hit her, and she kept it from everybody for months before breaking up. That’s why he could understand why her family would be apprehensive. And he was ready to show them how much he loved her.

- “My baby is home!”- (Y/N)’s mom appeared from the kitchen and hugged her daughter, who was still wrapped in her father’s embrace.

- “Guys! I can’t breathe!”- she pretended to be suffocating and giggled.

- “Too bad! You are never home! So bear with it!”- her father chuckled and kissed the top of her head

- “By the way, (Y/N), who’s the man standing by the door?”- her mother asked and frowned, looking at Gubler. He smiled and waved, making his best to look as nice as possible.

- “Guys, I want you to meet Matthew Gray Gubler… my boyfriend.”

And the silence in the room was as thick and uncomfortable as possible.

- “Hello”- Gubler smiled and shook their hands- “It’s a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N) talks so much about you”- but neither of them knew what to say.

- “Guys, it’s ok, he is a good guy”- (Y/N) wrapped an arm around Matthew, and he immediately kissed the top of her head.

- “Did I hear my sister has a new boyfriend?”- footsteps coming down the stairs surprised the couple, and (Y/N) wide opened her eyes immediately.

- “Adam!! You are home!!”- she hugged her brother so tight, he couldn’t help but laugh.

- “I’ve got the feeling you missed me.”

- “So fucking much!! When did you get home?”

- “Last night, mom said you’d be coming for Christmas, so I thought I could surprise you.”

- “And where are my nephews? I wanna spoil my babies!”

- “With Emma getting the last few things mom needed from the grocery’s, but they should be here any minute. I missed you, kitty.”

Adam kissed her forehead and looked at her sweetly. It was clear he loved and cared about his little sister. But as soon as his eyes reached Matthew, his whole face changed.

- “And who is this?”

- “This is my boyfriend, Matthew”- (Y/N) walked back to Gubler and held his hand- “He is awesome, so be nice, ok?”

- “Nice to meet you, Adam. (Y/N) talks so much about you. I was looking forward to meeting you”- Matthew shook his hand and smiled.

- “Funny, she never mentioned you.”

- “Yeah,”- (Y/N) explained- “I wanted to give you guys a surprise, and I knew if I told you over the phone, you were going to stress out, so I thought it would be better if you just met him”

Her family nodded but didn’t look pretty convinced.

- “I know you are all real apprehensive about (Y/N) having a new boyfriend, but I promise you, I’m nothing like her ex, and I wanna show you how much I care for her if you let me.”

Gubler was sincere and upfront. (Y/N)’s parents nodded, but her brother just crossed his arms and frowned.

- “Adam, be nice”- she warned and grabbed her bag- “Let’s leave these in my room, Gub.”

- “You are not sharing rooms with a boy!”- her brother instantly replied, but she ignored him and walked upstairs. Matthew took the bags from her hands and followed her.

- “Sorry”- (Y/N) whispered and closed her eyes, embarrassed. Gubler left the bags on the floor of her room and walked towards her to hold her hands.

- “Hey, it’s ok, they are just shocked,”- he whispered and smiled at her, trying his best to make her feel better.

- “I would be shocked too if our daughter walks into our house and tells us she has been dating nearly a year with some guy I’ve never heard about.”

(Y/N) chuckled and sighed. The words “Our daughter” had been enough to make her forget everything that troubled her. The idea of a future with him was too sweet to worry about anything else.

- “Now, back to what really matters here”- Gubler took a look around and pointed at the walls- “Did you have some kind of obsession with My Chemical Romance growing up, or is it just me?”

- “Eh… nope”- she simply answered and laughed. There were many posters of the band on every wall in that room.

- “I don’t know, I’m getting the vibe you had a thing on that guy… he kinda looks like a vampire.”

- “Gerard? he was…”- (Y/N) made a pause and looked at the walls- “I had a little crush on him”

- “Little?”- Gubler raised an eyebrow

- “Yeah, just a little, nothing to worry about… I just wanted to marry him, that’s all.”- he chuckled and leaned in to kiss her.

- “I guess you never know someone until you walk into their teenage room.”

Matthew was nervous, but he was never going to face it. He wanted to make a good impression, and he wanted (Y/N)’s parents to like him. He was in that relationship for the long run, and it was important for him to have her parent’s approval. And clearly, now her brother’s too.

- “So, Matthew, what do you do?”- Adam asked him as everybody gathered in the kitchen, drinking eggnog and setting the last few things for the Christmas dinner.

- “I majored in film directing in New York University’s Tisch School of the Arts"- (Y/N) bit her lips and smiled. She was torn between feeling embarrassed and enjoying the moment.

- “Film directing”- Adam looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

- “Yeah, I always loved making movies and telling stories”- Gubler sipped his cup of coffee and smiled.

- “But, do you have a regular job?”- Adam asked and raised an eyebrow- “Making movies doesn’t sound like a real job to me.”

- “Adam!”- (Y/N) looked at her brother with daggers in her eyes

- “What? I’m getting to know your boyfriend, isn’t that what you wanted?”

- “Yes, but you don’t have to be a dickhead”- the young woman walked a few steps closer to her brother and raised an eyebrow- I haven’t seen you in six months. Can you just be nice?”

Adam meant no harm, but he was worried. He had been the one his sister called after her ex-boyfriend hit her. He had been the one who took her out from that apartment, picked up her things, and took care of her. Of course, he was scared she might get hurt again.

- “And where are you from?”- (Y/N)’s mom asked him as they all walked to the living room and sat down.

- “Las Vegas,”- Matthew answered and smiled- “My family still lives there, and we visit as often as we can.”

- “So, you’ve met his family”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) looked at her daughter and raised an eyebrow, surprised.

- “Yeah, they are the best! We spent Halloween with them this year. We took Matthew’s nephews trick and treating. It was really fun!”

Mrs. (Y/L/N) nodded and stared at the scene. Gubler was sitting next to her daughter, holding her hand and looking at her in honest and deep adoration. It was strange and shocking, but at the same time, she could feel he was a nice guy who loved her very much. And that was all she needed to know.

Meanwhile, Mr. (Y/L/N) started asking Gubler questions about his family, school, and what he did for a living.

- “Right now, I have an acting job.”

- “Really?”- (Y/N)’s brother raised an eyebrow, surprised- “TV?”

- “Yeah.”

Adam was about to keep asking about it when his wife, Emma, walked in with their five-year-old twins.

- “Aunt (Y/N)!!

- “Munchkins!”- the young woman opened her arms and hugged them at the same time as the kids held her legs tight, almost making her fall.

- “You are so big! why aren’t you two babies anymore?”

- “(Y/N)! hey”- Emma walked over and looked at her, but suddenly she just gasped.

- “What?”- Adam asked, confused- “What is it?”

- “Oh shit!”- she nearly dropped the bag and wide opened her eyes, suddenly- “Why is Spencer Reid in our living room?”

Matthew looked at (Y/N), and neither of them knew what to do or say. So he just stood up and walked over to shake her hand.

- “Hi, I’m Matthew, (Y/N)’s boyfriend.”

- “No freaking way!”- Emma whispered and held his hand, repeating a little slowlier- “No freaking way”.

Adam looked at his wife and didn’t understand a word she was saying. His parents didn’t get what was going on, and (Y/N) just bit her lips, trying not to laugh. She never thought that could happen.

- “I’m gonna put an eye on dinner…”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) said and stood up- “(Y/N), can you give me a hand?”

- “Sure mom”- she said and smiled at Gubler. He winked and watched her walking to the kitchen with her mom. Things were a little weirder than he thought.

- “Ok, what was that?”

- “What was what, mom?

- “Emma nearly died when she saw Matthew. Why?”

- “‘Cos he is in a tv show and she recognized him, I think”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) looked at her and sighed.

- “Is he good with you?”

- “The best”

- “‘Cos he looks like he is a nice guy”

- “I swear, mom, he is the sweetest. He wanted to come and meet you to show you he is nothing like Bret”- (Y/N) held a bowl with roasted potatoes and smiled at her mother- “I love him”

- “You can tell… and he loves you too, especially if he is willing to put up with your brother”

- “Can you tell Adam to stop being an ass?”

- “I can tell him, but that won’t stop him”.

When (Y/N) walked to the dining room, she looked at her boyfriend, who was now sitting on the floor, doing magic tricks for her nephews. She felt her heart was about to burst, staring at the scene. The twins were laughing, and Gubler kept making pennies disappear in front of them.

She couldn’t stop hearing his voice saying “our daughter” over and over again. It was a dream, and it was too soon to even think about it, but it felt so right. It made so much sense.

- “I like him”- her father’s voice took her from her thoughts and forced her to turn around

- “Really?”

- “Yeah… he’s good with kids, and it’s clear he loves you, that’s all I need to know”- he kissed the top of his daughter’s head and sighed.

- “Your brother hates him though”

- “I kind of figured”

- “The fact Emma is drooling over him is not making things better”- (Y/N) looked at her father and just laughed.

- “Are you kidding me?”

- “No, he took her upstairs to cool her off”

- “Shit… well, it could be worst”

- “How?”- she looked at her father in silence

- “Well… Adam hasn’t tried to kick him out”

- “Yet”- Mr. (Y/L/N) chuckled at his own joke and shook his head- “Don’t worry peanuts, Matt is safe”.

- “Actually, can you not call him Matt, please? bad memories.”

- “Sure, Matthew it is?”- she nodded and smiled.

- “Thanks dad”

- “Dinner is ready”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) announced after half an hour. She walked to the living room where Adam, Matthew, and her husband were talking.

Gubler was having a good time talking with Mr. (Y/L/N). He was fun and kept telling her funny stories about (Y/N). Adam was still a dick, but at least his father wasn’t paying him much attention, so neither did Gubler.

- “This smells amazing”- Gubler said as he sat down next to (Y/N)- “I’m guessing this is Mrs. (Y/L/N) ’s signature turkey recipe. (Y/N) talked about it the whole way over.”

- “She has the recipe, by the way, if you like it, she can cook it for you”- Mrs. (Y/L/N) smiled proudly.

- “Yeah, just make sure she won’t burn down the house”- Adam joked and felt his sister’s angry eyes on him- “What? I’m making an aimless conversation. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

- “Shut up”

- “She is a great baker”- Matthew continued talking- “She is actually making me gain weight in the latest months”

- “Sure, like you could get fat”- (Y/N) snorted and looked at her boyfriend

- “Hey, you are making me eat cinnamon rolls, cake, and cookies like three times a week”- Gubler chuckled and looked at her- “My pants almost don’t close”

- “So, Matthew”- Emma said suddenly- “How did you two meet?”

- “He actually said I smelled like cinnamon rolls the first time he met me”- (Y/N) smiled and looked at her sister in law.

- “We met at a party, her friend Ana is dating my friend Charlie. And when I saw her, I knew I had to talk to her ‘cos she has the most gorgeous smile I’ve ever seen”- Emma was nearly sighing at those words.

- “And did you recognize him?”- Adam was embarrassed by his wife’s questions, but he couldn’t stop her.

- “No, I had never seen the show…”

- “And do you know the rest of the cast now? Do you hang out?”- Adam looked at Emma and frowned- “What? I’m just asking”

(Y/N) blushed and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and felt her boyfriend’s hand on hers, knowing what she was about to say.

- “So, we are here today because I wanted you to know Matthew. He is the best guy on earth, and he makes me happy every day”- she made a pause and looked at him.

- “You make me happy too, Bunny”- he whispered and smiled.

- “Ok, so you are in love, is that what you wanted to tell us?”- Adam said with an annoyed voice.

- “No, we wanted to tell you we are moving in together.”

(Y/N) bit her lips after delivering the news. Her parents looked at each other but didn’t seem mad, just surprised. Adam, on the other hand, frowned immediately.

- “Before you start freaking out and yell at me,”- Matthew said with a soft voice- “I need you to know and understand how much I love your sister, and I would never hurt her in any way. Never.”

Her family looked at him in silence. Her father nodded and smiled.

- “It’s clear you are a good guy, Matthew,”- he said, and (Y/N) sighed, feeling relieved to hear those words- “And I know you understand we will always be a little scared something bad might happen to our baby again.”

- “I completely understand. I just want you to know I will never hurt her. I love her, I wanna live with her. I’m here for the long run, and I wish you could all give me a chance”.

(Y/N) felt like crying when she heard those words. Matthew was telling her family how much he loved her. He was showing them he wanted to be with her. Nothing could be better than that.

- “And have you thought about where you’ll live?”- her mother asked, smiling.

- “I recently bought a house,”- Matthew explained- “We are planning to move in after the holidays. Meanwhile, we’ve been busy getting a few things we needed”- he looked so happy, no one could doubt he was excited with the plans.

- “Listen”- no one but Adam, apparently- “If anything happens to my sister, I’m gonna hunt you, I will find you, and I will make you pay.”

- “Adam…”- she tried to argue, but Gubler smiled at her and nodded

- “I know there is nothing I can say that will make you believe me, so I will just ask you to give me the chance to show you how much I love her.”- but Adam didn’t say a word.

- “I know what happened to her was awful, and I know you don’t want anyone hurting her, but that’s not what I wanna do. I just wanna make her happy. If she wants me to.”

Adam looked at his sister, who had tears in her eyes. He couldn’t bear to see her cry, though those weren’t sad tears. She looked at Matthew, and he smiled at her, wiping the tears from her cheeks and kissing her lips sweetly for a second. He whispered, “I love you,” and she giggled.

- “Oh come on!”- Mr. (Y/L/N)- “Even I can see he loves your sister! stop being a dick and be happy for them!”- Adam sighed at his father’s words and stood up.

- “If you fuck it up, you are dead”- he said and reached out his hand to Gubler- “But I trust you won’t”- and Matthew quickly stood up and shook it.

- “I know you just want to take care of her, and I completely understand that”

- “You are in family probation period.”

(Y/N) smiled at her brother, and he winked at her. Finally, she sighed, relieved.

- “I can’t believe you are gonna move in with Dr. Reid!!”- Emma almost shrieked

- “Please don’t”- Adam frowned and looked at his wife- “Don’t make this harder”

- “You are gonna have to watch the show with me, you are gonna love it. I swear you won’t be able to hate him once you know Reid”

(Y/N) looked at Matthew and whispered in his ear.

- “Your family wasn’t embarrassing. Mine was. I’m sorry”- he nearly laughed at those words and shook his head.

- “My friends are embarrassing if it counts”

- “Your friends are my friends, Gubler”

- “Fine, we have embarrassing friends, we are gonna have to live with it”

Gubler moved a little closer, and was ready to kiss her when Adam’s voice stopped him.

- “Just don’t make out with my sister in front of me while you are on probation, dude!”

- “Sorry!”- Gubler nearly jumped on his chair, and (Y/N) chuckled- “Sorry!”.

#Matthew Gray Gubler #matthew gray gubler fanfiction #matthew gray gubler x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds fanfic #mgg fics #mgg fluff #mgg x reader #criminal minds #fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfic #babymetaldoll writes

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the-knight-of-the-stars · 3 years ago

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Fictober Day 4: Arranged Marriage - Uma/Ben

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When Uma came down the stairs, and the scandalized crowd looked at her between whispers, she couldn't help feeling a lump in her throat, she froze for a moment. But she remembered the words she had said to her crew when she had left them behind, doubt and fear throbbing in her chest. "We will be free, whatever it takes."

So Uma took a breath and raised her head, taking pride in what she did, taking pride at this moment as she would have done in the face of a battle fought and won. Because that's what it was. It was a victorious night, of rejoicing. At least that was what Ben had told her when she had released him from his imprisonment and he had agreed to stay and talk. Until Mal had arrived to rescue him from a problem for which he had already found a way out, without the need for swords and blood, only with his words and his kindness.

From that moment Uma had realized how different Ben was from Mal, how powerful he could be despite being a mere human that at first glance did not seem to stand out in any way. He was good with words. Uma respected that quality, but at the same time, she feared it. The Island was full of silver tongue masters, and the sweetness of their mouths was always revealed as rotten lies.

But Ben had given her more than words, he had given her time, he had entrusted her with his life. Uma found herself surprised by the courage of this skinny and seemingly naive boy, who would rather die than commit a dishonorable act, rather than fail his people. The same could not be said of his father, who Uma knew, would never have deigned to set foot on the Island.

And much less, King Adam would never have returned a second time, without coercion, without backup, just him and his goodwill, to offer Uma the opportunity she had always asked for. The opportunity to change things. Returning to ask her to come by his hand to the land of the opulent and become one of the ladies of his court. Asking her to accept the political power he offered her so that the guilty would be punished and the innocent would be free.

But Uma hadn't really been able to believe his words until that moment. There, in shells and tulle dress, illuminated by the glow of the chandeliers, staring into the face of all the people she had waited all her life to face. And as she went downstairs, Uma realized that Ben and only Ben looked her in the eye, with respect, with dignity. So Uma dared to take his hand, relying on her own goodness, her own strength, daring to believe that happy endings existed even for people like her.

She dared to see the light beyond the horizon, she was tired of the dark. She had spent her life drowning in anger. Uma had grown up to take pride in calling herself a villain, in embracing all the darkness in her world and transforming it into her own power. She would be the villain if that's what it would take to get out of that prison to which she and her peers had been condemned. She would burn Auradon to the ground, bring the mighty to their knees if need be. Because even her anger wasn't enough. Because she could do better because she deserved better.

Uma was tired of anger, of hopelessness. So he took Ben's hand. And allowed herself to be young for one night, allowed herself to smile when he kissed her hand and announced her to everyone as his lady. She allowed herself to forget about Mal, about revenge, about the misery that had been her life. And she allowed herself to celebrate because while she accepted her place as one of the daughters of Atlantica in that court, the royal knights were ordered to prepare the new royal decree: Liberty, for all the villain kids, all the children of the Island.

The decree, stamped with the king's ring, signed in his own handwriting, was carried to its dusty glass case outside the castle, displayed for Auradon to know as soon as the sun rose. And the councilors would protest, and the nobles would try to stop it, and the old kings would refuse to allow it. This fight was not over yet, but there was no going back. The decree had been issued, there was nothing anyone could do to stop it.

So Uma danced to the beat of the violins, looking into Ben's eyes, her heart moved, recognizing in the boy the same longing for happiness, for greatness, to do whatever was necessary. The same stolen youth, the same tired struggle. And she realized that he too had spent his life waiting for someone to take the necessary step to change things. Uma recognized him, and it was like seeing herself in a mirror.

And when the day came the obstacles came, and they could feel that something in the world had already changed. And they had changed it. The static shock of the people, the scandal of the nobles. People who came screaming and protesting to the boardroom, where Ben had to shut himself up to calm things down for hours. And Uma had to restrain herself, listening behind the door, not to enter to strangle the arrogant councilors who called the inhabitants of the Island hopelessly ignorant villains.

The ancient King Adam, in particular, found no graces in the decree. He saw it as a challenge. For him, for his kingdom, for everything he had built. But it didn't take long for him to realize that manipulative words and half-truths no longer had an effect on Ben, now he was out of their reach. He had underestimated the true power of his son. And now, face to face with his mistake, he wanted to find an alternative. After all, he was not the type to give up power so easily.

He knew his own vague and pliable laws, he had made them that way, and now he planned again to use them to his advantage. If Uma, the instigator of this ridiculous mission, turned into a lady, he would make sure to see a benefit. And it was not difficult to find it, after all, the girl had only achieved it thanks to her ancestry. Triton's court.

By the time the second dawn arrived, King Triton had already been summoned to answer for his niece, and at the instigation of King Adam, he arrived with a stern hand. As part of his court, Uma now had to answer to him.

And so she did, with her head held high, while bearing the gaze of the King of the Seas, and holding her ground, defending her position as she had done all her life. But Triton, in his already known intolerance, called her to answer for her mother's crimes. Thanks to Adam's advice, now he could do it within the fuzzy limits of Auradon's law. His plan to bring order seemed perfect.

But Adam, in his human arrogance, had forgotten that even the great Triton must respond to a greater power.

Uma was ready to break free and return to the fight when the sirens arrived to chain and condemn her. And Ben was ready to let her do it, even if it cost him his throne. But they did not even get the chance. Triton retracted, to the surprise of those present, much to Adam's disbelief, who saw his strongest ally bow his head and solemnly proclaim that the matter was beyond his power. And then he understood.

Olympus had taken matters into their own hands.

The Great Lord of the Seas, Poseidon himself, had ordered to have Uma under his wing, recognizing in her the anger and power that all his other granddaughters and grandsons lacked, the strength forged by metal and blood. A worthy heir to the gods. Poseidon looked at the earth and saw that this kingdom was the least he could offer her, it was what she needed to rule like the mighty. Oh yes, The God of the Sea had plans for Uma, and there were nothing mortals could do at the will of a god.

Uma heard him call her from the waves of the sea, the echo of his great power manifesting itself in that invisible ghost, who stroked her hair and offered her power over human affairs if she agreed to become the queen of Auradon and leave the name of the sea forever embodied in the history of the kingdom. In his own words, the perfect union between men and gods. This was how the world had to change, that was his command.

Ben heard it from other ears and realized that he also had no power in the matter, after all, he had always known that his marriage was hardly a matter of the heart. He couldn't risk his people to the fury of the gods, he had no choice. Ben had given up the right to choose love when he had put on the crown. Now more than ever he understood that.

There was no need for Uma to say a word when they finally sat down to talk. It was only enough to see her in the eyes to know that she carried a similar duty on her shoulders. They had been born with power and had decided to use it. Now they had to bear the consequences. Uma looked at Ben, understanding and resigned, and remembered that hope was not yet over. She could still do it. They could still do it. No more fighting, no more bloodshed.

"We will be free, whatever it takes"

#buma #ben x uma #uma x ben #uma daughter of ursula #uma descendants #ben florian #king ben

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adelindschade · 4 years ago

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Moroha doesn’t recognize her dad when he’s human.

Edit: I got hit the angst train. And some fluff. (lots of it)

“No, you’re not!”

“Yes, I am.”

“No, you’re not!!”

“Yes, I am.”

Kagome fought a smile as she watched their daughter expressed her frustration. The toddler was adamant; pointing a tiny, accusatory finger towards her father. Her (temporarily) human father.

Inuyasha merely grinned in the face of the girl’s intense interrogation.

“Nuh-huh! You are not!” She shrilled. Had he been armed with his usual acute hearing, maybe he’d wince, but he was not moved in slightest.

He leaned against the wood of their hut comfortably, as he usually did when the day receded and a calm night resumed. His wrist rested on his bent knee, just within reach of their daughter to tugged on his sleeve with as much ferocity a child she as she could muster.

“Moroha,” Kagome intervened. Her tone was soft but reprimanding. A sigh followed – knowing all too well the girl was as stubborn as they could get. Kagome was no more to blame for that trait than Inuyasha either.

Their daughter hadn’t yet grown accustomed to his change. They happened so few in between cycles that she often missed his transformation altogether. She’d sleep soundly while Inuyasha would anxiously guard their home, knowing all too well of the heightened risk, but assured slightly by a confident Kagome that she, too, was capable of defending their abode.

Moroha would not sleep that night. She was met with a stranger in her father’s favorite place. He wore her father’s robe. He even had the audacity to lay a casual hand on her mother – a certain move that would condemn him to the underworld should her father catch him.

“Yes, I am,” Inuyasha repeated, humored by her display.

“You’re not my father!”

“Of course, I am,” he chuckled.

“No, you’re not! You’re different!”

Inuyasha snorted. “Hey kid, look at a mirror. So are you,” he redirected with a straight finger. He was aiming at the mirror besides Kagome.

Moroha was so focused on the imposter that she heeded little attention to the fact her hair had changed, too. She bore the same shade of gold as he did; the striking white strands of hair highlighting the small sliver of demon than run through her veins; and her baby fangs that Kagome cooed over were on full display.

“You smell different!”

“I can barely smell you at all,” he made a motion to sniff. She scrunched her nose and crossed her arms.

“You don’t have ears!” She pointed to his head.

He scoffed. “Yes, I do. See?” He lifted his hair ever so slightly.

“Those are mommy’s ears!”

“You got some of your own,” Inuyasha encouraged. He reached out to gently pinch her own ears – the ones he usually bore – and grinned when awe overwhelmed her face. Her small hands replaced his – feeling the fur of her newfound ears and gasping upon the discovery.

“Mommy! I have ears!”

“Yes, you do,” Kagome coddled. She swaddled up her daughter and nuzzled into her cheek. “You look just like your dad.”

It always endeared her. She swore Moroha was her father’s daughter despite the lack of apparent coloring. Yet, as she glanced at her husband, she knew immediately that Moroha was a mere reflection of her father. As a human, the similarities were uncanny. How she didn’t pin it sooner was beyond her.

“For now,” Inuyasha corrected. He nodded curtly. “Wait until daybreak. You’ll look normal again.”

Normal. He used the word so often to describe her. He was projecting his wish for her to be accepted into society. Sure, she was, within the village limits – but beyond that? He wasn’t naïve to think her oddities wouldn’t be noticed by keener senses. Humans would take heed of her aura, her pointed teeth, and wild streak. Demons could smell her a mile away.

One look was all it would take to confirm she was his and, despite the anxieties that came with raising her, he was elated to know no harm could come to Moroha. Not with him and Kagome around to ensure she’d grow up safe and strong and, most importantly, loved.

“I don’t want normal. I want big ears.”

Inuyasha sighed. She would say that now and cry her heart out when her beloved ears disappeared at daybreak, but as she’d grow older, she’d appreciate the subtlety of her demon heritage. Inuyasha couldn’t deny his. He couldn’t forget the torment that came with being alienated for his unusual eyes, his dog-like ears, and claws.

Kagome could coo over her baby fangs – and Inuyasha would be content to know his daughter was adored for just the way she is, beloved by a woman who had more heart to give than anyone he’d ever known – but Inuyasha also knew beyond the barrier of the village was a cruel world ready to admonish her for those very same features.

“What about the ones your mom makes you?” Inuyasha teased.

This was not the first nor the last time she’d be upset over her lack of ears. Kagome resolved her plight by fashioning a large bow to tie back her hair – a bow that purposely resembled the same pointed arches that mimicked her father’s natural assets.

“These are real!”

“And I bet you can hear a lot with them, too,” Inuyasha grinned.

“Yeah!”

“Yet you can’t tell your old man’s voice apart from an imposter? Hmm,” he played along. He reclined his head back, closing his eyes in contentment. “You’re breaking my heart, Moroha.”

“Sometimes, just like you, your dad changes, too. He can’t be a demon all the time,” Kagome assured. “Let him be human for one night. It’s very exhausting chasing demons all day and then having to chase you, too,” she laughed along.

Moroha scampered onto his lap, unafraid of his embrace – all too accustomed to his protectiveness when he carried her around in similar fashion. She peeked up, still bewildered by his new look. She tugged on his hair, palmed his cheek, and giggled brightly when he bent his face to nuzzle into the crown of her head.

“Are you still sure I’m not your dad?”

“Yeah,” she squealed. He found her weak spot – tickling her sides mercilessly.

“If you rile her up, you’re putting her to sleep yourself,” Kagome warned quietly. Yet, she couldn’t help but glow; she was always put at ease whenever she saw how affectionate he was with her – how gentle he was, too.

“Understood,” Inuyasha beamed.

“I think tonight is the only night you may actually be stronger than me,” he humored. His hands combed through her hair, puzzled by how odd it seemed in contrast to the darker strands he so often saw.

“Wait until she’s older,” Kagome relished. “Try to keep up with her then!”

“Let’s not think about her growing up so fast,” Inuyasha frowned, “let alone running out on your old man,” he added with warmth when the girl looked up with big eyes. “Promise me that, will you? You won’t grow up? That you won’t disappear on me in a blink of the eye?”

“Yeah!”

“I’ll hold you to it,” Inuyasha smiled. Moroha raised her small palm and compared it to his. “And promise me you’ll keep these sharp things to yourself, okay? I don’t want anyone losing an eye anytime soon.” He tapped her claws one-by-one.

“No!” She giggled.

“A real killer, aren’t you? A feral child, huh? Who’s raising you??”

“You!”

“Me? Nah. But I think your dad will be here tomorrow and he’ll set you straight! I don’t have claws or teeth or anything like you but your dad? He can be really scary.”

“No!”

“No? He’s not scary? Well, aren’t you fearless?”

“Let’s not forget she has a mother, too,” Kagome harrumphed. “I’m not raising a feral child. I’m raising a girl with rules! Like bedtime!”

“No!”

Inuyasha laughed. “We have a rebel!”

“Rebels have rules, too, and you, sweetheart, have a really big one to follow.”

“No!”

“How about you sleep and when you wake up, you can your dad all about the stranger who slept over? How about that?”

“Mm.” She mocked deliberation and then flashed a smile. “Okay!”

“Alright, then,” Kagome decided. She plucked Moroha from her post on Inuyasha’s lap. She had a mat already prepared. “Would you like another story or are you all tuckered out from pestering your dad with questions?”

“Story!!”

“Alright then,” Inuyasha began. His hand hovered over her head, only to pat her crown, and tap her nose. “It’s your mom’s turn to tell a story.”

“What about the one with the butterfly?”

#inuyasha #kagome #inukag #moroha #hanyo no yashahime #yashahime #hny #bb moroha #human inuyasha

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milf-harrington · 4 years ago

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For the prompt ask thing: 12/9/36

I love your writing! And wish you all the strength you need!

Babysitter!au + strangers to lovers + “i let you mooch off of my netflix and this is how you repay me?” (background zukka)

this just turned into a zuko + izumi fic whoops

Zuko had never really needed a babysitter before. His job at the theater and his lack of social life meant that he and his daughter were often attached at the hip, unless she was at school or a friend's house.

So, when Mai had arrived in town, and invited him out for dinner to catch up, Zuko had been nervous about contacting a babysitter, and Izumi had been adamant that she wouldn’t need one.

She quickly changed her mind though, because it turned out she was a sucker for Spiderman and her babysitter Sokka was her new best friend for introducing her to it.

She was also, apparently, a natural performer, and over the course of a few more nights and afternoons of babysitting (per his daughters nagging) she'd practically memorised every Spiderman movie available on netflix.

“Y’know if you’re gonna steal cars, you shouldn’t dress like a car thief.”

Zuko snorted and readjusted the bag in his arms, trying to get them to stop cutting off the circulation in his hand. “Stop quoting Spiderman at me and open the door please.”

Izumi sighed, sounding incredibly put-upon for someone who’d managed to pout her way into getting ice cream, and pulled on the handle so Zuko could shove the groceries into the back seat.

“My weakness is small knives. Anything but knives!” Izumi declared, dropping to her knees and shielding her face, knocking her spiderman beanie off her head in the process. Zuko was honestly a little impressed with her performance, even if it did result in him picking silly string out of his sandwich after she shot him with it.

The final straw was watching his 13 year old re-enact the douchey dance from Spiderman 2, swaggering around their living room and shooting finger guns at random objects.

Shaking with laughter, Zuko followed her with the camera on his phone from where he was curled up on the couch, having to bury his face into his knee when she started rolling her wrists in time with her hips.

The video was shaky and a little off center at times but still easily recognisable as his daughter being ridiculous, and he tapped on the now familiar contact without a second thought.

[video]

I let u mooch off my netflix and this is how u repay me???

she’s been quoting spiderman all week!

Sokka (babysitter)

would you rather i pay you back with dinner? /r

Zuko paused, staring at his screen in surprise for long enough that Izumi abandoned her dancing and jumped up onto the couch beside him, squeezing her way under his arm so she could see his screen.

With a loud and dramatic gasp (Zuko was almost tempted to offer her a job) she started bouncing up and down, jostling Zuko enough that he almost dropped his phone.

“Yesyesyesyes!! Dad you have to say yes- wait gimme your phone you won’t do it right-”

Zuko shoved himself off of the couch, escaping her grabby hands and then holding her back with a foot against her chest so she was pinned to the back of the couch, pouting.

“I can say yes to a date on my own thanks, meddler.” He muttered, typing out an affirmative as excitement bubbled in his chest. Izumi poked her tongue out and struggled against his foot some more before finally just pinching the skin under his ankle so he yelped and hopped back.

Izumi scampered off somewhere, probably to the kitchen to steal his fancy chili chocolate, while he rubbed at his ankle and smiled at his phone, Sokka's following text offering a date and a place.

- a few days later -

Zuko gingerly shut the door behind him, every sound feeling amplified in the darkness. He was home later than he'd intended, and was grateful to Sokka's friend Aang for making sure the house was locked up and secure when he'd left a few minutes ago.

When he hit the living room, he was suddenly blinded by the lights turning on, finding Izumi sitting in an armchair facing the front door.

"You're home late."

She was wearing one of his shirts, the logo so faded neither of them knew what it was originally, and a pair of fluffy spiderman-themed pyjama's. Her hair was falling out of it's braid, pressed flat under the frames of her glasses.

Somehow, despite being both the adult and the parent, Zuko felt like he'd broken a rule.

"You're up late." He retorted, raising his eyebrow. She looked to the side shiftily, like she'd suddenly realised her mistake before raising her chin defiantly.

"Did you have fun? Was he nice? Do I need to shoot him with my nerf gun?"

"Since when did you have a nerf gun?"

"Forget I said anything about a nerf gun. Was it nice?"

Zuko stared at her, feeling ridiculously fond and still running on the high of being kissed on his doorstep like a teenager.

"Yes, it was nice." He finally admitted, telling her about how Sokka had picked him up and opened his door for him and pulled out his chair like a gentleman. She laughed when he told her about he and Sokka arm wrestling over who got to pay, following to his room while he changed into his pyjamas.

She climbed into his bed with him, snuggling up to his side and asking more questions about their date until she finally interrupted herself with a yawn and fell asleep, mumbling something about a spiderman marathon.

#background zukka #zuko #izumi #dadko #babysitter sokka #sokka's mentioned?#atla #avatar the last airbender #zuko fic #izumi fic #atla fic #my writing #asks #anon

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kim-ruzek · 3 years ago

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family we chose

Summary: spec fic for season nine bc that photo of paddy with painted nails Sent me. (Ft. Dad!am and cuteness)

Warnings: Cute adorableness and the possiblity you may die from how fluffy it is.

Word Count: 3.6k (lol can you believe I thought this would be 1-2k?)

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Notes: Paddy + painted nails + Theories = me going fucking crazy with feels.

“Adam, are you done yet?” Makayla calls to him, her voice a whine. Six year olds are not known for their patience, and Makayla is no different.

“Almost,” Adam replies as he finishes up putting away the freshly washed plates from their dinner. Makayla is old enough that she can play, happily and contently, by herself without his participation but during dinner she had asked him if they can play princesses and who was he to say no?

Especially when it helps distract her from the awkward questions she’s asking about Kim, and the clear anxiety and worry which is clearly plaguing the girl, the missing presence of her adoptive mother hanging over them both like a dark cloud.

It’s day two of Kim being in the hospital—day three, if he was to count the night Kevin and Jay found her. She had been in surgery for hours, and it had killed Adam to have to stay away, to not he at the hospital, but Kevin stayed on the phone with him and he was grateful for that.

And it was easier knowing that he was doing what Kim would want, that he was looking after her little girl, helping to preserve some normality in Makayla’s life.

When he had looked after her that night, he had just told her that Kim was busy at work, and he could see that Makayla had sensed that wasn’t just it, but for the most part she believed him. The next day was more difficult, however.

They knew that Kim is going to be okay. She has quite the recovery ahead of her, and she’s nowhere near ready to leave the hospital—she hasn’t even stayed awake for more than five minutes, and even that might be too generous. And so Adam had the task of telling Makayla this.

In his years as a cop, he’s had to do a lot of notifications and telling people that their loved ones are in the hospital but it never gets easier, and none of it could prepare him for having to tell Kim’s six year old.

It had gone better than Adam had thought, with him discovering that he’s a little better at this whole thing than he assumed he’d be. But Makayla’s worries and fears was clear; Adam having to reassure her that Kim will be coming home, and that in a few days, she’ll be able to see her.

“And,” Adam had told her with a smile, hoping to distract her. “Until then, we can have lots and lots of fun together.”

His goofy smile and his light hearted voice seemed to reassure her, as she had smiled at him them, an adorable toothy grin that somehow—even though it makes no sense to as why—reminded him of Kim.

Makayla had asked him if they could make Kim a card, to which he obviously said yes, and they had a fun evening with card, paint and glitter and Adam thought that maybe he’ll actually be able to do this. She did, however, when night came ask if she could sleep in his—Kim’s—bed and, although it sent him briefly into a panic, he immediately said yes, wanting to be able to report to Kim that he did everything right.

“Adam!” Makayla calls impatiently again and Adam laughs, shaking his head slightly.

“I’m coming,” he says, walking to her and taking a seat beside her. His bones complains about how low to the ground he has to be, but Makayla’s bright smile makes it worth it.

“Okay then, lil darlin’, how do we play princesses?” He asks her and her smile widens at her new moniker he’s given her. He called it her yesterday, right after yet another thought that Kim and her may not be blood related, or even known each other for long, but there’s already so many similarities between the two came to him.

“I’m not that small, Adam! I’m third tallest in my class!” Makayla had initially protested to the lil part of name.

“I know you’re not that small,” He had agreed, even though to him, she is, obviously. “But you’re lil darlin’ because you’re Kim’s daughter and Kim is darlin’.”

He had then momentarily freaked out, because he’s not sure how she feels about being called Kim’s daughter, and because he was scared that she’d think he was forgetting all about her mother, the one who raised her for six years.

But Makayla didn’t seem to mind, in fact, she seemed to beam wider at it. She made it clear that she liked Kim and her having matching monikers, and that she’s Kim’s junior—and thankfully, she didn’t ask why Kim is darlin’, as Adam had no idea how to answer that.

Makayla, now, in response to his question, jumps up and runs to her bedroom. She’s back shortly after, with a box filled with princess outfits, and bright materials, like a fluffy neon boa scarf.

“Here!” she places the box down, smiling proudly. Adam eagerly returns the smile, before fishing out a tutu out of it. He holds it up, grinning goofily at her.

“Somehow I think this won’t fit me.” He jokes and Makayla giggles.

“Of course it won’t, silly. You can use some of Kim’s clothes!” Makayla tells him.

Makayla quickly chooses what clothes she—and he—is going to wear, wrapping the neon boa scarf around his neck proudly. And then she’s going back to her bedroom, coming out with a smaller, more delicate box.

“First, we need to put on this!” She exclaims, opening the box to reveal kid makeup, nail polish and some stickers. Adam raises his eyebrow.

“Kim says we have to put it on before the clothes, so we don’t get the nail vanish on it.” Adam thinks she means varnish, her mistake making his heart constrict at the adorableness. Makayla then grabs this sheet, putting it over the rug.

“And we need to make sure we don’t mess the carpet,”

With that done, Adam peers into the box. “Okay, what colour do you want to paint my nails?”

It’s not a sentence Adam ever thought he’d say, not at this time anyway, but he doesn’t mind. Not even when Makayla’s eyes fill up with glee and mischief as she happily exclaims;

“All of them!”

Adam isn’t one who takes much photos, especially as he got older and more serious, and had less things in his life he wanted to document. But he takes lots after him and Makayla dress up, wanting to have a record of this for when Kim is properly awake.

And, if he’s honest, for himself, as—despite the love of his life being in hospital in the ICU—this is the happiest he’s been in a while. He snaps photos of not only Makayla, but himself, capturing his made up face, the tiara on his head and his multi-coloured nails.

Makayla is at school the next day, and Adam is in Kim’s hospital room. He’s showered and washed off his face, and in his clothes, obviously, but his nails are still painted. Makayla seemed to be really happy at him letting her paint his nails—saying offhandedly that her uncle never used to let her paint his nails—so he kept them. That, and because he couldn’t find the remover for it, of course.

“Hey, Kim.” Adam says softly. Kim’s not awake, still sleeping and if it wasn’t for the bruise on her face, the hospital gown, and all the wires surrounding her, Adam would think she looks so peaceful, like she’s just slumbering in her bed at home.

She’s off the ventilator, now, and Adam thinks that he’ll be able to take Makayla in to see her tomorrow, even if she’s not awake when he does, because she doesn’t seem as scary, as hit and miss and near death.

He’ll never be able to get the image of her lying attached to the ventilator, the day after they found her. Adam had dropped Makayla off at school and headed straight to the hospital. Kevin had met him outside, and warned him it wasn’t pretty, and he thought he was prepared—but nothing could ever prepare him for that.

Adam sits down next to her bed, now, lightly holding her hand in his. He’s immediately brought back to all those years ago, to when she was shot the first time, and she was in the hospital. He feels just as sick as he did then, feeling as if half of his heart is gone.

He can’t help thinking how this is the reverse of then, too. Back then, he had to hide how he felt from everyone, the only one who knew was Kim. And now, now he doesn’t have to hide it, everyone in his unit knows just how much he loves her, but Kim doesn’t—or rather, perhaps, can’t see it, for whatever reason.

He’s caught up in this thought that he doesn’t notice her stirring, her eyes opening. He only realises she’s awake when she squeezes his hand—weakly, still not strong—and his eyes look up from the spot they’ve been staring at and to her face.

Kim’s eyes are only half open, heavy lidded, but she’s awake and she’s looking at him. Currently, the only people who has gotten to see Kim, awake, is the doctor, the nurse and Kevin and Trudy. Adam knows he’s needed by Makayla, but he can’t help but feel envy, jealousy, that others got to have her see them and he hasn’t.

But now she’s awake, and she’s looking at him. There’s a smile dancing on her lips, soft and gentle but so, so Kim. His mind can’t help but go back to that first time she was shot again, and about the smile she gave him then, when she realised he was there, with her.

“Adam,” Her voice is barely there, dry and hoarse, coming out a little more than a whisper. But his heart skips a beat at hearing her say his name, and he knows he should calm himself, because Kim has made it clear that dating isn’t on the table—even if he thinks her reasons are nonsense—but he can’t because he loves her, because he nearly lost her, because he’s spent the last few days looking after her daughter and wishing she was his as well, because she’s awake and she’s looking at him and she’s saying his name.

“Hey, Kim.” He says again, managing to catch himself just in time before he accidentally slipped out a darlin’ instead. Her eyes glance down before glancing back up, her smile widening.

“I like the nails.” Her smile is playful, teasing and even though her voice is still dry, he can hear the amusement in it. Adam looks down at his hands, still around hers, and he feels oddly exposed, that it’s apparent just how desperate he is for them to be a family.

“Makayla and I played princesses.” He tells her, proudly, shrugging off any feelings of desperation and insecurity. He then pulls back from her hands, reaching into his pocket for his phone.

“I took photos—if you want to see?” He offers, watching as Kim’s eyes light up. She instantly tries to move, to adjust herself so she’s sitting up more and he immediately stops her, jumping to help her instead.

Kim shifts over, encouraging him to sit down on the bed so that she can see the photos with ease. She’s been in the hospital for days, and the sterile smell clings to her, but he can still smell her, the essence that’s just Kim as she rests against him. He tries to calm his beating heart, but that’s impossible whenever Kim is around him, whenever she is on him.

Especially right now. When all he can think about is how much he loves her, and how domestic this all feels, showing her photos of her daughter, the daughter Adam’s been looking after.

Adam is showing her the photos, getting near the end of the mass he took, when he realises she’s stopped cooing. He thinks she must’ve fallen back asleep—understandable, depending everything her body has been through—but when he looks down at her, she’s still awake.

She’s not looking at the photos, but at him. There’s a softness, affection, in her expression and Adam doesn’t quite know how to read it.

“I love you.” She says then, her voice the clearest it’s been. He blinks, stunned, not expecting that to come out of her mouth.

“Kim—” He goes to say that they don’t need to talk right now, that he doesn’t need to hear this, but she continues, fixing him a look—a look that reminds him a fair bit of Trudy—telling him to be quiet.

“When I was in that warehouse, dying, all I could think about—other than Makayla—was you. I even called out to you; all I wanted was you, to have you save me. I thought I was going to die and all I could think about was how we’ve left things, how I’ve pushed you away. You’re my person, Adam. I know, now, I’m never going to want anyone else and all what I’ve been trying to convince myself about you, about us, it’s bull. I love you, and I never want to be scared that I’ll die without you knowing that ever again.”

This is everything Adam has wanted to hear for years, and exactly what he’s been desperate for ever since, right before Kim fostered Makayla, they slept together again. It’s embarrassing how many nights he’s spent lying awake, staring at his ceiling, wishing for her to say this to him but now, when it’s actually happening it, all he can do is stare, stunned, at her.

“Kim,” He says again, her name leaving his lip sounding quite like a plea. Hearing her say this, hearing her tell him this, it means more to him than he could ever describe and he doesn’t know exactly how to express that, how to express the thoughts and feelings in his mind, in his heart.

“Look, we don’t need to like. I don’t expect anything from you. I know we have stuff we need to talk about, I can’t click my fingers and make everything that’s happened between us okay. But I needed you to know this—I thought I could wait, until I’m better. But you—you let Makayla paint your nails,” It’s so much more than that one gesture, Adam can tell. He can tell from how she says the words, the way seeing his nails painted means so much to her, that it signifies something so much more important than just him having fun with her daughter. And he can tell because he knows her, knows Kim better than he even knows himself.

And he understands exactly what she means, excited what she’s feeling. When he let Makayla paint his nails, he did hope that it would show Kim that he’s taking his role seriously, taking the fact that he’s their family seriously, but that wasn’t why he let her. Adam let her because she’s an adorable child, because she’s Kim’s daughter, because she deserves to be happy. He wasn’t thinking about what he could personally gain from it, it was just something he did without much thought, something that just made sense to agree too—just because Makayla asked.

Adam can see that Kim understands that, and that’s what’s resonated with her, that’s what’s making her look at him like that, with love and adoration and utter affection, a look he hasn’t quite seen in her eyes since the day he proposed to her.

It’s the first time since Kim was pregnant and let him in that hope blooms in him; that Adam has hope that finally, finally, he’ll get his girl again.

He softly strokes his thumb against her hand, before lifting it up and giving it a gentle kiss. “I know, darlin’.” He doesn’t hesitate or hold back now, knowing that it will be received well, and Kim smiles at it.

Adam notices then that she’s looking tired, and realises that her body needs more rest. He gently puts down her hand. “Rest, now. We can talk more about this—us—when you’re better. You need to rest and recover, because I know there’s an adorable six year old who misses you very much.”

Kim smiles again and Adam’s heart warms at the sight of it. “And darlin’? I love you, too.”

She falls asleep shortly after that. Adam doesn’t particularly want her too, not ready to stop seeing her awake, to talk to her, to see her smile and hear her voice. But he’s okay with it, because she wants him and she might be asleep now, but they have all the time in the world, the rest of their lives, to be together.

A couple days later, Kim has gotten stronger and needs less wires, the bruise on her face going down and colour returning to her face. She’s still got such a long recovery ahead of her, and she still needs to be in the hospital for a few more weeks, but Adam can finally bring Makayla with him.

The six year old is very excited, waking Adam up at an unholy time in the morning, practically jumping around the place. She’s made Kim another card and several pictures—some of which includes Adam in them, which warmed his heart—and while she understands Kim can’t come home just yet, she’s still very happy she can see her.

Adam walks through the hospital to Kim’s room, Makayla on his hip—although the way she’s bouncing, squirming with barely contained excitement, it’s a miracle Adam is able to keep hold of her.

He’d have let her bound ahead, walking by herself, if it wasn’t for it being a hospital, Adam wanting to make sure she’s contained and doesn’t cause any destruction.

There are many perks to being a cop, and being able to weave through the hospital with ease just with the wave of your badge is one of them. Although, Adam’s badge isn’t around his neck, Makayla having claimed it for herself.

“Can I wear it?” She asked him that morning, when he explained to her why he was wearing it around his neck, on display. He had agreed, not only because she’s too cute to say no to, but because she’d be carried by him, which would clearly show the other adults around that he was a cop, even if she was wearing it.

“Uncle Kev!” Makayla greets Kevin enthusiastically as they approach Kim’s hospital room. Kevin’s been sitting with Kim until they arrive, and at Adam’s text that they had, he had clearly headed out, ready to greet them.

“Hey, M.” Kevin ruffles Makayla’s curls, the girl grinning as he does so. He then nods in greeting to Adam; the two men still need to have a long conversation—in which Adam knows his role will be too listen, the only words being an apology—and they won’t be totally fine until they do, but there’s an understanding between them.

“How is she?” Adam asks Kevin, discreetly asking if Kim is tired, so he can prepare Makayla for that.

“Good, getting better and better. She’s been napping all morning, so she’s ready for this little one,” Kevin ruffles Makayla’s hair again. “Now, M, Adam’s explained that Kim’s gonna need to take it slow? That it might be scary—but she’s okay, she’ll be home before you know it?”

Kevin’s years of raising his siblings is displayed in how he talks to Makayla, using a soft, but adult tone?

After Makayla nods in answer to Kevin, Adam’s walking into Kim’s hospital room, the six year old on his hip. Kim’s sitting up in her bed, ready and eager to see Makayla. A wide, happy grin overtakes her face as soon as they enter and Kim sees Makayla.

Adam puts Makayla down as soon as they cross the threshold and she wastes no time running up to Kim’s bed. She does hesitate before jumping onto the bed, taking a step back and cautiously climbing up at the end, not wanting to accidentally sit on Kim.

Adam watches this, and watched how then Kim guides Makayla into her arms, her daughter immediately snuggling into them, looking happier than she’s looked in days. The scene tugs at Adam’s heart; they really do belong together, that is clear, their bond strong and true.

“Come cuddle, Adam!” Makayla then looks back at him, smiling that grin of hers, beckoning him over enthusiastically. He hesitates, not wanting to intrude on the moment, on Kim’s reunion with her daughter, but then Kim smiles at him; a big, loving smile which invites him over.

“Kim, guess what?” Makayla turns back to Kim as he heads over. “I’m lil darlin’! And it’s not ‘cos I’m short, but 'cos I’m your daughter!”

The way this makes Kim feel is clear to Adam, her expression open. She responds to Makayla, but she catches his eye, and Adam knows exactly what she’s trying to express to him.

When he reaches her bed, Kim pats her other side, encouraging him to sit down with them. It’s a tight fit, Adam barely on the bed, but it’s nice. He lifts up his arm, wrapping it around Kim, and she leans into him, Makayla snuggling against her still.

Makayla quickly urges Adam to pass her bag to her, so that she can show Kim all the stuff she made for her. Kim’s face lights up at them, looking with awe and wonder and love but all Adam can think about is how well the three of them fit together, that they’re already like a family.

There’s so much to discuss and work out, but Adam is looking forward to what the future holds if this is even a small glimpse into what it’ll be like.

#burzek #chicago pd #cpd spoilers #<- bc it refers to a bts pic #kim burgess x adam ruzek #chicago pd fanfiction #ree writes #ree's.writing #adam ruzek #kim burgess #Makayla Burgess

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 4 years ago

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HASO, “Milkshake.”

You guys seem to be enjoying it, so here is some more fluff with Eris .

Hope you enjoy!

Eris sat on the couch in the living room; the TV was on, but she wasn’t really paying attention as her eyes kept drifting towards the front window which looked out on the front lawn and the street beyond that. Jim was sitting across the room for her and Martha was working on another clothing pattern for Eris. She had really latched onto the idea of making clothing that was comfortable for her, which Eris appreciated immensely though she wasn’t sure if she'd be confident in wearing them.

People would think she was weird.

She glanced out the window again, hoping to see a car pull up.

He said he would be here today sometime in the afternoon. She knew it was only 11, but she desperately wanted to see him again despite her nerves and her continual feeling of isolation. Why did she care about this man so much? Yes he had saved her life, yes he had provided half of her DNA, but no, he hadn’t chosen to have her, no she hadn’t grow up the normal way with him as a father figure, and no he still wasn’t really in her life.

He was a busy man.

He was important.

And what was she to get in the way of that?

Nothing, that was the answer. He was big, important and successful, and she was a violation of his privacy.

These thoughts rolled around in her head as she sat on that couch. She knew the vast majority of them were irrational, made by her own mind to make herself feel inadequate, but she just couldn’t push the thoughts away. She wondered when she had turned into this person, someone who wondered about their adequacy and worried about their appearance. Once upon a time she remembered being powerful and terrifying to the people who had wronged her and her little family.

She remembered being confident in what she was doing.

Perhaps it was the loss of her goals and purpose that had driven her to this.

Once the others started getting adopted and brought into new families her work had grown less and less, and she became obsolete and lost in a universe that was vast and unknowable. The others were being taken care of, but no one had returned for her.

No one had seemed to consider that she was just like the others.

She had been created against her will and had never been given time to grow up.

With all the responsibility of other people’s thoughts in her head.

What was she doing?

It was only then that a sudden thought from Jim jogged her from her spiraling self doubt. With his human hearing, he could make out a car pulling into the driveway. She quickly got to her feet and turned to look at the window as the car stopped and the door opened.

Her heart jumped in her chest as Adam stepped out into the early morning sun. He was a little different than she remembered. He stood straighter and held his head higher. He still wore the eye patch she remembered and still had the same messy hair, but there was something about him that changed in the months since she had last seen him.

Behind him, a large blue shape exited the vehicle as well and stepped onto the pavement.

It was him, Sunny, the little doctor named krill, and Adam’s dog.

The dog’s mind was very very strange, driven by impulses and instincts as she snuffled around in the grass, but when she turned back to look at Adam, there was such an intense feeling of love and admiration, Eris had to pull away.

Adam rubbed the dog’s ears and walked up towards the house as the other two followed behind.

Martha got up to grab the door and Jim turned in his seat.

The door opened, and the group of them stepped inside, waffles, the dog, running in to greet Jim, who she had an unusual affinity for.

Martha hugged Adam tight, “So good to see you.” She pulled back hands to his arms, patting them with a frown on her face, “You’ve been working out.”

He smiled slightly, “Thank the Neo-Spartans for that.”

He reached over and shook his father’s hand, as his arms were busy with the pile of dog that had scooted her way halfway onto his lap, “Looking good.”

He nodded to Sunny who stood behind Adam, “I heard about your Sainthood. Congratulations. That’s a big accomplishment.”

Eris felt the pride radiating from Sunny as she lifted her head into the air, “Thank you Jim.”

Martha nodded, “You’ve come along way since we first met.” She gave sunny a hug too

Martha’s thoughts, once cold towards Sunny had warmed up over the past year. A small part of her even began to see Sunny as another daughter, thought that was the fact about Martha Eris had come to notice. She tended to adopt any little lonely thing she happened to meet; even the little doctor who walked in last.

She smiled, “Dr. Krill I see you haven’t died of complications relating to stress yet.”

The Vrul’s antenna twitched a little and he hummed his amusement, “Not for all of your son’s trying.” Despite how calm the little creature seemed, Eris could see in his head as a myriad of emotions flew through him. He thought that this place was a complete death trap, and had to constantly remind himself that humans were more durable than they looked.

In a way she thought it was kind of cute that he would worry about his companions so much.

Then Adam’s eyes turned to her.

She tried not to listen in on his thoughts, really tried. She didn’t like to pry into people’s minds. A lot of people didn’t like that when they knew what she could do, but she couldn’t help as the flood of strange emotions came pouring from the man’s head. He was a little different than other humans, he had a lot going on in there, and his thoughts and Emotions hit him hard and fast.

What did she expect.

Anger

Bitterness

Betrayal

annoyance

She was invading his privacy, injecting herself into a family she had never been invited into. WOuld he resent her for that?

But instead she felt.

Excitement.

and...

Nervousness?

What did he have to be nervous about.

The man walked over, and to her surprise picked her up into a crushing hug lifting her feet completely off the floor. She marveled for a moment at how strong he was, forgetting that humans tended to be on the strong side, second only to drev. He set her down smiling, and she felt a jenuine well of happiness wash over her tinted slightly with guilt, though he did a good job at keeping that to the back of his mind.

“You know what, I think you’ve gotten taller.”

She smiled, “Or you’ve gotten shorter.”

He laughed, “That is a complete possibility.” She continued to smile as he patted his chest, “I am getting old after all.” He looked over towards Jim, “Aging like my old man.”

“Shut up.” Jim harumphed, “I can still kick your ass.”

Martha frowned, “Are you implying that I am old Adam.”

He turned to smile at her, “Not a day past 21 mother.”

Martha crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, “Someone is looking for brownie points.”

“That depends, did you make brownies?”

She rolled her eyes, “No, I did not make brownies.”

He frowned.

“But I did muffins.”

“Score.” He said flopping down on the couch next to Eris as Krill floated to sit in the chair next to Jim.

The two of them watched the game, Jim seeming to enjoy Krill grimacing at every play and screaming at the TV for letting the humans knock each other out. He especially seemed to enjoy the medical descriptions of all the horrible issues they were probably having from all of that running into each other.

“So, how are you liking earth.” Adam asked, draping one of his large arms over her shoulders. Eris was struck with how nice the gesture felt and looked up at him, his head tilted to the side.

She smiled slightly, “I like it, it’s so warm and bright, and you have good food.”

“You can eat human food huh?”

She smiled and nodded, “We haven’t tried everything yet, but I really like strawberry ice cream.”

He snorted, “Lord she developed David’s poor taste in cold flavored delectables.”

For a moment she worried she had really upset him but was soon proven wrong when she could tell he was just teasing her, “So how are you a herbivore or a carnivore.”

Eris felt herself blanch a little bit. If her blood had been more visible through her marble Starborn skin, she might have gone pale.

“I uh…. I haven’t tried eating….. An animal yet.” She shivered at the thought. How could she? How could she eat something that used to be alive?

He smiled seeing the look on her face3, “Don’t worry, no one is going to force you too, though I dare say meat is good, your probably won’t regret trying it at least once.”

From across the room she could hear dr. Krill’s thoughts. He was more similar to a plant than he was to an animal, and the thought of consuming something that was living also baffled him, Though a part of him admired how “metal” It sounded. Eris frowned as she looked at the little doctor.

She had red the mind of Vrul before.

They had been strange to her, very alien in their processes, but Krill.

Well she might have thought he was just a very strange human had she not been able to see him.

The humanizing phenomenon perhaps>?

She couldn't be sure.

“So Eris, how about my offer from earlier, how would you like to go see where I grew up.”

She turned to look at Adam, who was staring at her expectantly.

She shuffled her feet awkwardly, “I would like that.”

“I will show you all the great and wonderful places I got beaten up. It will be a grand time.” She looked inside to see that he was just joking again. He did have some bad memories associated with the town, though the vast majority of them were good. She could see and feel the vibrant joy of fireworks and colorful parades as they passed through his memory. She could see cold calm lakes and feel wind blowing through the forest.

She nodded.

Martha turned to look at Sunny, “I’d like to keep you and Krill behind tomorrow if you don’t mind.”

Sunny looked up from here she was staring intently at the TV yelling over Jim’s shoulder at the reff who, to her, had made a very poor call.

“Of course, what do you need us for?”

“Alternative clothing designs for aliens. I think there is a large untapped market, and I want to see what I can do with it.”’

Adam grinned across the room at sunny, “Ah, she has finally roped you into being one of her guinea pigs. Enjoy.”

“Adam was such a good little guinea pig, and looked so good in a dress.”

Adam snorted and waved a hand, “I rocked the regency period as I have said before and so I shall say again.”

Eris leaned her head against Adam’s side as she listened to the ongoing banter between the group of people.

She tried not to pry but couldn’t help soak up the memories that popped to the surface of his head. Warm sunlight through an open window, the sound of a sprinkler, and the yell of children’s voices in the distance.

For a moment she became jealous of it before hiding that away in the back of her head.

THere was no use resenting others for something that wouldn’t change.

She would make the best of what she had.

That night, Eris slept in the same room as Sunny, whose memories were remarkably less pleasant than Adam’s, while Adam got his old room back. He would have shared with Krill, though Krill didn’t sleep, and spent most of the night watching late night television, which he found both strange and haunting in ways he wasn’t so sure was good.

She drifted in and out.

She wasn’[t entirely sure if her sleeping patterns were normal. She needed to recharge like the humans did, but seemed to go into a trance rather than into real sleeping. She dreamed, but hose dreams were more hallucinations which appeared about the room around her. Occasionally, she learned that she was able to share the dreams of others, and so took a ride along with Adam as he was joyfully able to fly without the need for a jet or a jetpack.

The feeling was so vivid she jolted awake when it was all over, sure she was going to find herself hurtling through the air.

That morning they had muffins, which melted in her mouth and made her insides growl. They weren’t as vocal as human innards, but apparently the smell of the muffins woke something deep within her.

Sunny was presented with a bowl of dandelions Jim had picked from the backyard that morning.

He was a little nervous that it might seem rude or degrading, but Sunny definitely seemed to appreciate the gesture. Krill didn’t need anything other than a glass of water, though Martha opened the curtain on the back sliding door to let in the early morning sun.

It fell across both her and krill, and her body hummed with its energy.

Adam stood and turned to look at his father when breakfast was over, “Can I borrow the car keys.”

Jim looked over at him skeptically, “You… drive… I don’t know about that.”

Adam frowned, “Oh come on, I fly spaceships for a living.”

Jim snorted, “yet, somehow every time you get in a vehicle that has wheels on it, you turn into my granny with a led foot.”

“Promise I will be safe.”

Eris smiled, his memories reminding him of all the jokes about being a bad driver .

Jim just rested his hand on his forehead and looked at Eris, “Lord knows I have never known a man with such poor command of motor vehicles. Ans you see if have seen this boy fly a jet in formation with seven other jets four feet apart and his hands are rock steady, but put him in a car, and he overcorrects into the ditch.”

Adam frowned, “That was my FIRST time driving.”

Jim finally relinquished the keys to him, “take the car, it’s an automatic. Everyone knows you shake her brains out if you tried to take the truck.”

Adam grumbled and took the keys, “Its the 41st century dad why do you even still need a stick shift.”

He crossed his arms, “If we are ever attacked by an EMP burst, that car is the only thing that is still going to be running, now get out of here.”

Eris followed Adam out the door, her little black cloak swishing behind her.. She hadn’t wanted to wear anything to obvious yet, so martha had grudgingly decided to at least make her something that looked better than her old ratty sweatshirt. It was a short cloak thing with a hood, and she thought it looked kind of nice, though she kept the hood low over her face. Adam slid into the driver’s seat of the car and Eris got into the other seat clipping on her seatbelt as he turned and began backing out of the driveway.

They jolted a bit as he moved into first and he glanced over at her, “Don’t tell my dad.”

She smiled somewhat as he inched forward and then began to pick up speed. The look of concentration on his face, and the white knuckles of his hands almost made her laugh. She could see him flying in his memories.

But for a man who loved to fly, he sure hated to drive.

“I’ll show you around the two first, than we can get lunch and after that we will find places to get out of the car and take a look around. Does that sound good?”

She nodded, though she wouldn’t have argued with him if he wanted to ride in circles all day. It was nice being here with him. Since they had last met his thoughts had calmed down significantly.

In the back of the car, his dog waffles sneezed and then rested her chin on the console.

Eris looked sideways at her sensing that the animal was looking for attention. She reached out a nervous hand and stroked the dog’s ears. In the back seat her tail thumped against the upholstery, and she grumbled happily.

“And out your right side of the window is the local high school or what I like to call the department of corrections against happiness. Eris winced, there was a lot of thought coming out of that building, and none of it very pleasant.

“Thank goodness I only went there for like a year.” he grinned, “I was flying planes after that.” He tapped his chin, “I can never decide if it counts as me dropping out of high school or graduating early, or transferring schools.” he shrugged and kept going, “That’s the middle school on the left, arguably just as bad as the high school but with younger people, and right next to that is the elementary school.”

“So many?”

He shrugged, “Yeah I have no idea why they do it this way, but that’s the way it has been done for a very long time.”

Eris had obviously never gone to school. She didn’t really need to.

She could know anything she wanted to know as long as someone else around her knew it. She could read and write and do math well enough. It was a little harder with muscle memory as that wasn’t something she could read. So, while she knew how to make most of the clothes that Martha could make, she might not be so good with a sewing machine.

“That’s the park. I used to like climbing up to the top of that tree in the middle, and down over there is the drive in movie theater. It’s one of the only ones left in this country, kind of more for nostalgia than anything..” he was able to lift his hand rom the steering wheel and point over at something else, “You have the grocery store over there and then that parking lot is where all the redneck kids used to go to get drunk.”

Eris leaned forward feeding off the memories those strange places gave him. He showed her little hidden spots down by the rivers where his brothers and him used to go swim. He showed her places of significance for the town, and even those locations where he had been sure he had seen an alien. The thought made her smile considering he had one in his car now.

Eventually he turned away and pulled into a small diner on the edge of the town.

He looked over at her, “Best place to eat in town, I know it doesn’t look like much, but trust me get yourself a milkshake at the very least.”

She nodded and nervously got out of the car with him, walking by his side as he made his way across the parking lot and to the little building. A bell dinged as they walked in, and she found only a few people sitting inside this time of day. The two of them seated themselves at a booth and Eris looked around,

It wasn’t like the many other buildings Eris had seen. It was old with a checkered floor pattern, and red upholstered bar stools. All of it looked new enough and clean enough, though something about it just felt old.

There was a jukebox playing music in the corner, something that had been obsolete for almost two thousand years. No wonder Adam and Martha liked this place. Martha with her doctorate degree in the information age, and Adam with his obsession over turn of the century rock music.

They were greeted just then by a pleasant faced portly little woman with grey hair.

Hermemory was a vibrant one.

She had worked here for a very long time, a sweet southern bell moved up from the south and married to a man in town. She had worked at this diner for over three decades and seen everything that passed through. Adam remembered her as someone who had been a fixture of the town, and his memories were pleasant.

When he had been alone and hurting, he had come here just to be in a safe environment, and this woman had had pity on him and made him a milkshake for free before sitting and talking with him when her shift would allow.

He smiled up at her and she lit up in surprise.

“Why if it isn’t sweet little Adam!” She looked him up and down, “Not so little anymore, lord it was only yesterday you and your brothers were in here causing trouble.”

He smiled, “And you angela, looking as beautiful as the day I met you.:

She snorted and waved a hand, “Oh stop, I’m old and wrinkly.”

“Old, you don’t look a day over twenty five.”

She laughed again, “Your flattery won’t work here dear. I know you have a penthouse on the moon.”

He snapped his fingers, “Pity.”

She turned her head to look at Eris, “And who is your friend.”

He looked across the table, “I uh, this is Eris.” Eris hunkered down in her hood a bit, “She’s my…. Daughter?”

Angela looked skeptical, “Boy i’ve never seen you look at a woman sideways, so forgive me if I don’t believe you.”

Adam smiled a bit ruefully, “Well it’s complicated.

Eris slowly raised her eyes towards the woman’s curiosity and as soon as Angela saw her face she put a hand over her heart and held up a hand, “Lord have mercy!” Eris braced herself for the disparaging thoughts, but instead the woman sat down next to her, “Why dear, why don’t you take off that hood and show us your pretty face.” There we go, and look at that long gorgeous black hair. You know them fancy modeling places in the city might just eat you up.”

She turned to look at Adam, “Aliens? Really?”

“She was grown from my DNA, but…..” He paused mulling something over before deciding to speak.

“But I WAS dating a different alien for a while.”

Angela did not seem surprised.

“For a while? Something went wrong?”

“I screwed it up.” he sighed, “Still trying to see if I can get back in her good graces, but who knows.”

Angela just smiled and shook her head, “You were never going to be normal, Adam, but not that that’s a bad thin.: She stood and looked down at Eris, “What can I get for you.”

Eris cleared her throat and in a small voice, “A milkshake””

Adam nodded up at her, “Strawberry, that’s her favorite.”

She nodded, “And your usual?”

“Yes please.”

She smiled at them and walked off with a pleasant wave. When she came back Eris learned he was right about their milkshakes. It was so good and filled her mouth with just enough flavor. He polished off a milkshake and a Hamburger, and Eris really had no idea where iit all went. He was a black hole when it came to food.

Angela gave him a hug on his way out, and even spared one for Eris before commenting on her hair again, which Eris would have blushed at if she could blush.

Afterwards he took her just a little out of town to the top of a tall hill. On this hill there was a tree and a tire swing with a picnic table. Clouds rolled lazily over the sun as he sat down in the grass and she sat next to him. She could hear dogs barking in the distance, and somewhere the elementary school was out for recess.

Adam closed his eyes and leaned back in the grass.

“Sometimes I get so wrapped up in my love for space that I forget just how much I love Earth.” He sighed and the two of them could smell freshly mowed grass and pine trees.

She lay back with him.

“I was thinking about maybe staying here with your parents for a while.”

“Your grandparents.” he corrected eyes still closed.

She felt her heart beat faster, “Yeah, if they’re ok with that.”

“I don’t see why not. Mom always liked having someone around to help her with her projects. She uses dad when she can and he suffers silently for her, but I think she'd enjoy your company.”

“You do?” Eris wondered

“Well I don’t see how she couldn't. I enjoy your company.”

She felt a thrill through her insides.

He turned to look at her, “I AM sorry I can’t be…. more. “ his words didn’t say as much as his thoughts could, and it were those that helped her understand what he really meant. He would offer to take her in any day of the week, but that would mean her being alone more often than not while he was away, and he didn’ want to do that to her.

He thought she deserved better.

She wouldn’t argue with him about that, for she understood his reasoning and sentiment and tended to agree.

Both of them knew that his parents were a pretty great idea.

She could be happy here

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demigodreading · 4 years ago

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Senior Prom

WSVU WEEK DAY 1

Characters: Reader, Olivia Benson, Casey Novak, Noah Benson

Theme: Getting Ready for a Party

Warnings: Fluff, Time Jump

Relationships: Olivia Benson x Casey Novak, Olivia Benson x Reader (Mother Daughter)

Summary: Reader is Olivia Benson’s biological daughter and is getting ready to go senior prom. Olivia and Casey are very emotional over their daughter getting ready for prom.

AO3

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Growing up as Olivia Benson’s daughter was never an easy thing. She was always so busy with her work but she made sure that she was at every single major event. Every parent-teacher conference, softball game, school play, school dance. She wanted to be a part of it all. You were her baby girl and the only baby that she would ever have. She had you shortly after she started at the police academy. She never offered up who your father was and you never cared to ask. As far as you were concerned as long as you had Olivia as your Momma you were the luckiest daughter in the world. Then when she had married Casey Novak when you were ten you were so happy. You had two of the most amazing women in the world who loved you unconditionally. That was all that mattered to you.

You weren’t even upset when Noah entered your life. You were so excited to have a little brother and Noah captured your heart the moment you laid eyes on him. He loved Olivia and Casey but it was you that he was glued to. He wanted to do everything his big sister did which got the both of you into some serious trouble. He was only two years old and trying to throw your softball around like he had seen you practice. It had resulted in him almost breaking his toys and one of Casey’s favorite coffee mugs. You had laughed hysterically but your moms did not think it was nearly as funny. You smiled broadly remembering the moment. You loved your little family. It was very dysfunctional at times but at the end of the day, it was perfect to you.

“Now that is my favorite sight,” Casey smiled standing in your doorway with Noah on her hip, “I love your smile baby girl.”

You giggled putting your phone down and throwing your feet over your bed, “Can I hold Noah?’

“For a couple minutes, then you have to finish getting ready for prom. We are meeting JoJo at 5:30 for pictures remember?”

“How could I forget? She has been reminding me every hour on the hour all day,” You said sarcastically as yet another text message came in from your girlfriend.

Your smile returned as Noah smiled up at you. He wrapped his hand around your fearlessness necklace that Olivia had given you. You gently unwrapped his fingers remembering the last time when he had completely broken your necklace. You had cried for days. It was your favorite thing Olivia had given you after she had returned home from being kidnapped. This way you would have a little part of her with you wherever you go. Two days after it had broken Olivia returned home from work with the fixed necklace. You hadn’t taken it off since and had been adamant that Noah was not allowed to touch it. As he reached for it again you offered your hand letting his small hands wrap around your fingers.

You looked up at Casey who was still leaning against the doorway, “Mom, Momma is going to be here right? She promised she would make it back from work on time for this.”

“Yes, baby girl. Momma will be back on time. However, I need your brother back so we can have a snack and you can get dressed,” Casey assured you grabbing Noah from your lap.

“She’s been so busy lately,” You whispered, “It will be okay if she can’t come. I don’t want to bother her.”

“Oh baby, you would never be a bother to your Momma. You mean the world to her. She will be here. She wouldn’t miss it for anything,” Casey said placing a small kiss on your forehead.

“I love you Mom.”

“I love you more my sweet. Now get dressed. Jojo will kill all of us if we are late.”

You groaned and rolled off your bed going to your closet. Casey took Noah out to the kitchen placing him in his high chair. Once she clipped him in and gave him some cheerios she grabbed for her phone sending a text to her wife.

Casey: Liv, where are you? Y/N is freaking out that you won’t be here in time.

Olivia: I am five minutes away. I had to pick up some final things.

Casey: Okay, be safe my love

Olivia: For you? Always

True to her word Olivia was walking through the door of the house with a large bag in her hand five minutes later. As soon as you heard the door open you rushed from your room to the front door. Olivia extended her arms and you rushed into them. She lifted you up spinning you in a large circle. When she set you down she gave you a kiss on the forehead giving you one final squeeze.

“There is my beautiful daughter,” Olivia smiled taking a full look at your prom outfit, “Your mom was right the jumpsuit was the best choice for you.”

You smiled looking down at the tight black jumpsuit that Casey helped you pick out. Dresses weren’t your thing but you still wanted something feminine. You had a pair of bright red heels on with Olivia’s red raincoat covering the thin straps of your jumpsuit. Your hair had finally started to dry into dark burgundy curls. You weren’t big into makeup and simply applied a bright red lipstick to complete the look.

“I have something that would make it look even better though,” Olivia grinned reaching into her large white bag.

She pulled out two items. One a black box and another a clear container holding a small red rose. Olivia opened the container and pinned it to the strap of your jumpsuit, “Every woman needs a flower for prom day. I got JoJo a matching corsage.”

You let out a huge smile running your fingers gently over the petals of the rose, “It’s so beautiful Momma!” “Oh that’s not even the best part my love,” Olivia said opening the black box revealing a small crown, “Every goddess deserves a crown.”

You squealed with excitement as Olivia placed the crown on your head giving you a small forehead kiss. Casey insisted to take a picture of you and Olivia together. Olivia wrapped her arm around your shoulder pulling you close. You laid your head against her shoulder a smile growing across your face. After the picture was taken Casey rushed to change Noah and get ready. Olivia merely locked away her gun and badge opting to stay in her work uniform for the pictures. Once Casey and Noah were ready everyone loaded into the car to go take pictures.

The picture of you, Jojo, Casey, Olivia, and Noah from that night was one of the five pictures that you kept on your desk. It was right next to the wedding picture from the night you and Jojo had gotten married. These were placed on the left side of your desk by your phone so anytime you got a stressful call you could remember your family. On the right side of your desk was a picture of you and Noah when he graduated high school. He had you lifted in you up in his arms both of you with big goofy grins on your face. Next to that picture was a picture of you and Casey fast asleep on the couch. Olivia had come home one night when you were supposed to be away at college to find you and Casey curled up on the couch. Casey told Olivia the next morning that you had failed your first big exam and you had rushed home crying. She had comforted you until you had fallen asleep. The last picture was in the middle of your desk and the one that you looked at the most often. It was taken just after Olivia gave birth to you. Her hair was a mess and she looked exhausted but she was looking at you with a huge smile on her face. You had your hand wrapped around her pointer finger holding it close to you. It was your favorite photo because it showed the true unconditional love that she had for you. You were pulled from your thoughts as someone knocked on your door. As you called the person in you looked at the words etched on the door. Manhattan Special Victim’s Unit. One of your detectives looked back at you hoping they weren’t interrupting something important.

“Captain Benson, ADA Benson is here to go over our new case,” They told you.

“Tell my brother I will be out in one minute,” You told them grabbing your gold shield from your desk.

You clipped it to your belt gently running your hands over the numbers. 4015. They had let you keep Olivia’s badge numbers when she had retired. As you walked out to the bullpen you saw your brother in a navy blue suit. Being a lawyer suited him well. He smiled at you giving you a hug.

“Nice to see that you recovered from your epic loss in hand and foot last night,” Noah grinned as your hug broke.

You rolled your eyes, “You and Mom totally cheated! The table talk was insane.”

“Hey not my fault you and Momma don’t know any legal slang,” Noah shrugged.

“I’m switching partners next game night,” You said giving Noah a slight shove, “Now come on. We have a case to win.”

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peakywitch · 4 years ago

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Hello you creative human you! I was wondering if I request some good old tommy angst with him finding out his daughter has lost her virginity? Could do with reading some drammmma while I’m working from home😂💕

His Daisy - Tommy Shelby

Warnings: usual stuff, you know (swearing, mentions of killing and sex)

Word count: 1.2 k

A/N: Hello my cutie!I couldn’t use angst, I’m so sorry, but it’s cute cute cute and has a lil drama so you don’t get bored. How’s your work doing, everything fine? i hope zoom calls are not drowning you!

As for why i didn’t use angst: i don’t believe Tommy is a slut shamer, and neither should we. Yes, my feminism got in the way, but i wasn’t comfortable. Sorry! Hope you enjoy it anyway <3

Ps: i’m not saying you are a slut shamer, nor that you think tommy is one, haha xoxo

Six in the morning was marked on the clock, which sounded in time with Tommy's footsteps.

“Tom,” his wife began, “you're going to dig a hole. And I don't think you want to be in a tunnel again. "

As he finished his millionth cigarette of the night, he collapsed into one of the black chairs in the living room.

"I swear...” he spoke, slowly and furiously “that as soon as she walks through that door, I will drag her to the car and I’ll take her to a house of fuckin’ nuns, Y/N. I swear to fuckin’ god."

His wife sighed and pursed her lips in disgust.

It was not the first time that Daisy had escaped during the night. Y/N and Thomas knew perfectly well, but she always came back at three in the morning.

Tommy changed position every two seconds; he was uncomfortable, angry, nervous and scared. Y/N did not remove her fingernails from her lips, nor did she stop fearing the worst.

They spent ten minutes in silence, in their pajamas and in the middle of the room. The house that had ten rooms seemed even smaller than the tunnels of France that still lived in Tommy. And with every minute that passed, the house got smaller and smaller, and the knot in both throats grew and tightened more and more.

After five more minutes, footsteps and quiet laughter were heard in the front yard. Tommy separated his palms from his eyes and looked at his wife in relief. His face was deformed just after hearing the voice of a boy, which accompanied his daughter's voice. Like a shooting star, Tommy bolted for the door to give his daughter a warm and agitated welcome.

"Daisy, you are going to kill your father." Y/N sighed, getting up from the chair, while listening to how the laughter stopped.

"Dad…” said Daisy, seeing the man in pajamas.

"Indoors. Now."

Tommy's voice erased all happiness from the night before. She turned to dismiss the boy, but her father's rough tug interrupted her, forcing her inside.

"Dad!" she yelled complaining, but the slam of the door made her scream inaudible.

"Daisy, where were you?" Y/N asked, stepping to one side of Tommy.

"It doesn't matter..." she said, trying to free herself from Tom's grip.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" he asked, walking into the living room with her daughter's arm in her hand. He sat Daisy on the chair in which he was the last fifteen minutes “You're going to sit in that damn chair, until I feel like. Or until you tell us where the fuck you were! "

"I'm sleepy, we'll talk later."

Daisy tried to get up, but her father's scream commanding her to sit scared her, sending her back to the black single chair.

"Mommy, you know where I've been..." Daisy started.

Thomas's expressionless face scared Daisy even more. The anger showed in his eyes, always.

"Save the stories, young lady. Tell us where the hell you have been because today I am sending you to live with nuns. "

"Yeah, of course."

“Daisy, we haven't slept in five hours. Please just tell us where you were." Y/N sighed, hugging herself. It was a cold morning.

"I was with Adam." she said, sighing heavily.

"Who the fuck is Adam, Daisy?" Thomas asked, keeping his tone.

Daisy looked at Y/N.

Shit.

Adam.

Y/N had forgotten to talk to Tom.

"Daisy, go to your room." Y/N spoke. She had promised her daughter that she would explain to her father.

"Y/N..." began Thomas.

"Now." she sentenced, heading to her husband's study.

"Y/N!" he yelled, following her. He turned in his footsteps and ordered Daisy to stay right there because otherwise the boy would become history thanks to the Peaky Blinders.

With the second door slamming in the morning, Thomas Shelby and his wife locked themselves in his study, demanding an explanation.

“Tell me where the fuck was Daisy, Y/N.” he demanded, while serving himself a glass of scotch.

“If Tommy Shelby doesn’t drink his scotch at crazy hours it’ll evaporate.” She said in a whisper.

“I will drink whatever the fuck I want, at whatever hour I fuckin’ like, Y/N!” he defended himself angrily. He finished his glass in a second, to sit shortly after in a chair, near to where his wife was standing.

“Now, tell me where Daisy was. Because apparently, you knew the whole bloody night, and didn’t bother to tell me.”

His calm tone always exasperated the woman, he had that voice every single time, every day.

“Yeah, of course. I’m an idiot. I made you spend five hours awake, because I knew where she was and just wanted to make fun of you. You are right.” She argued sarcastically.

Tommy took his glasses of, dropped them in the table by his chair an touched his nose bridge. If there was anything he hated more than war, was sarcasm.

When she seated on the black chair next to her husband’s, she took his hand in hers.

“Tommy, look at me.”

When she saw his eyes, she traveled twenty years back in time. His concerned look was the same look he had when Daisy was born. She smiled slightly, he looked as beautiful as ever. His mood never mattered, sad, angry or happy. He was always the most handsome man she ever lied eyes on. Well, when he had that playful smile on his face, he was charming.

“I didn’t know where she was, Tom. I did not. But I now know.”

“Does she have a…?” he whispered.

His mouth could hide his smiles, his eyebrows could hide his frowns, but his eyes could never hide happiness or if he was worried. It was as if they changed, there was something that changed.

“Boyfriend?” she helped him, he nodded “yeah, kind of.” Y/N smiled, Tommy did too.

“Did they…you know?”

Thomas Shelby could say the alphabet of bad words. He knew them all. He knew a few in other languages, too. He had no shame in saying them everywhere and to anyone. He could also be very abrasive with his words, but with Daisy. With Daisy, he never said a bad word. Not until she turned sixteen. He got used to say “muffin” and “puppy” in front of her. Arthur once made fun out of him, but his gaze shut him up, forever. So, the fact that he wasn’t saying the word “sex” didn’t shook Y/N at all.

“I think so.” His wife smiled, looking into his eyes while caressing his hand.

“I swear to God, if that fucker hurts her, Y/N, I…” he started, whispering angrily.

“You will take care of your daughter. Because she will need you. In a month or two years. And you’ll be there for here. As you were there, holding her little hand in yours when she was born.” She interrupted him, with a smile on her face.

He fought the tears. He fought, hard. His baby was a woman now, and he had to accept it. And be there to hold her hand and hug her until her heart was in one piece again. But that didn’t mean that he had to forget about revenge if that ever happened.

He let out a smile, he couldn’t fight the smile. And he didn’t know if it was because of the beautiful daughter he had, or if it was because he knew no one could harm for free his Daisy.

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queenxxxsupreme · 4 years ago

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Lambert Meets Your Parents

A/N: I sincerely apologize for this dumpster fire. I had good intentions. But it’s something I’ve been working on for a couple days and I sort of like??? Again I’m sorry....

Warning: shitty parents, protective Lambert, mentions of blood

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-Your mother hummed as she moved around the kitchen. You helped her straighten up while your father busied himself with fixing the fire in the hearth. He was adamant that you hadn’t assembled it properly, whatever that meant.

-The front door suddenly burst open and Lambert stumbled in. His armor was blooded and his trousers were torn in a few different places on the thigh. His yellow eyes, dull and exhausted, met yours for a brief moment before he collapsed to the floor in a heap.

-Your mother gasped, clutching her necklace, while your father jumped to his feet, pulling a dagger from his hip.

-You tried to move towards the fallen witcher but your mother grabbed ahold of your arm.

-“Mother, let me go! He needs help!”

“Don’t go near him, Y/N!”

-You ripped your hand from her grip and rushed to Lambert’s side. Your hand found his back, brows drawing together. You tried his name a few times in an attempt to coax him to open his eyes, but he seemed to be out cold.

-“Y/N, get away from that man this instant!”

“Father, he’s hurt!”

“Y/N, listen to your father.” Your mother said.

-You stubbornly shook your head, using all your strength to turn Lambert over onto his back. Your hand found his neck, which was covered in blood. Before you had a chance to find his pulse, Lambert’s hand came up to your wrist, leather gloved fingers wrapping tightly around you.

-Your eyes darted up to meet his. He was staring at the ceiling, dazed and disoriented. His grip on your wrist was tight enough to cause bruises. You brought your other hand up to the side of his face, gently stroking his skin.

-”Easy, love. It’s just me.” You gently turned his head, hoping he’d look at you. After a few moments, his golden eyes focused on you. You smiled softly. “Hello, love.”

“Bug”

-”What did you do to yourself?” You asked him, letting his face go so you could begin to undo his armor. He groaned when you accidentally applied too much pressure to his side.

-”There’s a fucking nest of Slyzards not too far from here. Was a nest.” He tried to sit up but you pressed your hand to his chest, keeping him on his back.

“No, no. You need to let me make sure you’re okay to move first-,”

“Bug, m’fine.”

“No, you’re not fine, Lambert. You just barged into my home and collapsed in a bloody pile in my kitchen.” You furrowed your brows at him. “You aren’t moving until I say so.”

-He didn’t bother to fight you much more. He put his head back on the floor, eyes slipping shut.

-You looked over your shoulder, hearing your parents move around behind you. Your mother moved to your father, putting her hand on his arm. You couldn’t hear what they were saying to each other, but you could feel their eyes on you.

-”Didn’t mean to barge in on you and your company.” Lambert tried to lift his head but winced and decided against it.

“No worries. You needed help. I’m glad you came. Do you think you can stand?”

“Fuck. If I tried, maybe.”

“Let’s try. Need to get you to my bed so we can get you undressed and treat your wounds.”

-”Y/N? How do you know this man?” Your mother asked you as you stood to your feet.

“This isn’t a man, Y/M/N.” Your father shook his head. “He’s a gods damned mutant!”

“Watch what you call him, father.” You reached down to take hold of Lambert’s hand, wanting to help him to his feet.

-Your father’s hand wrapped around your upper arm and he spun you around quickly to face him.

“You better watch your tone with me, Y/N.”

You locked your jaw, glaring up at him. He held your gaze, unintimidated by you. But then his eyes flickered to something behind you.

-Lambert had gotten on his feet the second he sensed you were in trouble and now he stood behind you, glaring daggers at your father.

-”Don’t put your hand on her unless you want to lose it.”

“And just who the hell do you think you are? Telling me how to handle my daughter?”

Lambert stepped out from behind you, placing himself in front of you.

-”I don’t care who the hell she is to you. You aren’t going to put your hands on her.”

“Lambert, leave it be. He meant no harm.” You put your hand on the crease in Lambert’s elbow, wanting to take his attention from your father. “Go back to my room.”

-The stubborn witcher stood his ground, refusing to be the first to step down. Your father, being equally stubborn and a fool, wouldn’t let anyone believe he was afraid of someone, especially when he believed that someone was beneath him.

-“I could have you hanged for this, mutant inbred.” Your father spoke through his teeth, red in the face with anger. “Barging into my daughter’s home. Putting your hands on her-,”

“Oh, I’d like to see you try, old man.” Lambert chuckled coldly, stepping forward.

-“Father, that’s enough. Lambert’s done nothing wrong.” You stepped around so you could see both your father’s face and Lambert’s. “Let’s all just take a step back and calm down.”

You placed your hand on Lambert’s, wrapping your much smaller fingers around his large hand. This seemed to catch his attention, drawing his eyes down to you.

-“You’re bleeding and now isn’t the time to start a fight. Go back to my room. Take your armor off. I’ll get what I need to dress your wounds.”

His golden eyes lingered on your for a few moments before he nodded stiffly. Before he left, he shot your father another glare.

-“How long have you…. have you known that man, Y/N?” Your mother asked.

“A couple years.” You answered, moving to retrieve a few things from the kitchen.

“And he’s…. he just shows up here? To your home? Unannounced?”

“Yes, mother. We, um, we’re unofficially sort of courting each other, I suppose.”

-“I can’t believe this, Y/N.” Your father shook his head disapprovingly. “I thought your mother and I raised you better than this! Not only are you courting someone neither of us have approved of, but a mutant no less! A fucking witcher!”

-“He saved my life!” You raised your voice, clutching the clothes in your hand tightly as you looked at your father. “I’d be dead if it weren’t for that witcher! He treats me better than anyone I’ve ever met! Than anyone you both have tried to set me up with!”

-Your father was silent.

-“Y/N.” Your mother took a deep breath. “We just want what is best for you. This-This witcher, he cannot give you the proper life you deserve. All he is good for is killing and slaughtering. He can’t give you children. He can’t provide for you a home.”

-You clenched your teeth together so tightly that your jaw hurt.

-“I have to go make sure he’s okay.” You whispered, your voice breaking.

-You pushed the door to your room shut behind yourself. Lambert was sitting on the edge of your bed bare chested. His armor was thrown on the floor.

-You knew he heard every word spoken between you and your parents. Not only was his hearing perfect, but the heartbroken look on his face told you everything.

-“How, um, How bad are they?” You asked softly, setting the items down on the stand by your bed.

“I’ll live.” He shrugged his shoulders, then winced. His hand came up to his side.

“Lay down for me, please.”

-He followed your direction, laying down on your bed so you could easily reach him. You knelt down and began to wipe away the blood, gently cleaning the wound.

-“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” He tucked one hand behind his head. “They’re right.”

“Far from it.” You rolled your eyes. “They think I want the life they have. A nice house and a quaint little farm with a few children. I’d surely die of boredom with that kind of life.”

-“This isn’t a joking matter, Y/N.” Lambert turned his head to look at you.

You sighed softly, placing your hand upon his sternum. Your eyes met his.

“How often is it you forget I’m a mage, my love?” You tilted your head to the side a little. “Even if I wanted a family, I couldn’t carry children. And if I could carry children, I wouldn’t want to because the man I love could not give them to me.”

-He was quiet for a few moments.

“Shit. I did forget that.”

You smiled a little at him, leaning forward to kiss above his heart.

“Easy to forget when you don’t use your magic often.”

“Try not to. It could attract unwanted attention.”

-“Do your parents not know you’re a mage?”

You shook your head. Lambert took your hand, bringing it up to his lips so he could kiss your knuckles.

“And they don’t need to know either.” You turned your hand to brush your thumb across a bruise on his cheek.

-“Just realized you didn’t greet me properly.”

“Oh? And when was I supposed to do that?” You cocked a brow at him. “After you barged in unannounced? Or after you collapsed in a bloody pile on my kitchen floor?”

“Hmm. After I collapsed.”

-“I’ll keep that in mind for next time.” You grinned.

His hand slipped around your waist and he pulled you down on to him. You did your best to evenly distribute your weight, not wanting to hurt him, but he didn’t seem to care.

-“Come on, bug.” He muttered, fingers gently digging into your back.

“I don’t want to be too rough with you, Lambert.”

“I’m not gonna break, bug.”

“But you are hurt.” You reminded him, placing your hand on his chest.

-”I just want a kiss. One kiss.”

“One kiss for you is going to lead to a lot more.”

“Oh come on, bug. You’re hurting my feelings.” He frowned.

-You held his gaze for a few moments before deciding to give in, leaning over to kiss him. But just as you expected, he tried to pull you down on him.

-“I gotta say, I didn’t expect to meet your parents like that.” He sighed, reaching up to brush a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“It’ll be okay.”

“They don’t like me.”

“They don’t like anyone. And since when do you care if anyone likes you?” You raised your brow.

-He said nothing, but his honey eyes stayed on you, searching your face. His hand reached up to cup your cheek, his touch gentle and tender.

“Love you, you know that?”

“I know.” You turned your head to kiss the inside of his wrist. “Why don’t you get some sleep? I’ll make some dinner so that when you wake up, you’ll have something to eat.”

-“I’m not tired.”

“Then I’ll knock your ass out with a sleeping spell.”

“I think I know of something else of yours that’ll knock me out.” He grinned. You rolled your eyes at him and stood up.

“I’m going to try to send my parents away for a little bit. I think we need some space. So try to sleep. For me, please?”

He nodded his head.

-Your parents didn’t need much convincing to leave. They said they’d be back in a few hours, planning on being on time for supper.

-As the soup and bread for the evening began to cook, you worked on a couple pies, putting together the filling and the crust. The sun had gone down a little while ago, though that only meant it was early in the evening. The sun set early in the fall.

-Hands slipped around your waist, drawing you back into a warm body. Lambert tucked his nose into the crook of your neck, letting out a breath that tickled you.

-“How do you feel?” You asked, giggling softly.

“I’d be better if you’d come to bed with me.”

“I can’t let the food burn.” You shook your head, turning around in his hold so you could properly see him.

“It smells delicious.” He leaned forward to kiss you, then he trailed his lips down the front of your throat. “Missed you, bug.”

-His hands moved around your waist, then somehow he maneuvered his hold down to your ass. From there, he hoisted you up onto the counter. You gasped, flour covered hands smacking at his shoulder, thinking he’d placed you down on top of the crust.

-“Lambert!”

“Relax, bug.” He chuckled, leaning between your thighs. “I won’t let you ruin your precious pie.”

“I’m not making it for me, asshole.” You muttered. “Making it for you.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“And I appreciate it.”

-The front door opened and in walked your parents. Your mother gasped, covering her mouth while your father glowered at the witcher. Lambert made no effort to move from his position between your parted thighs. You pushed against his shoulder. He stepped back, holding his hand out for you.

-“Um, uh, dinner is, uh, is almost done.” You stumbled over your words, mortified that your parents had witnessed you in such a position.

“I think I’ve lost my appetite.” Your mother murmured, messing with the pendant on her necklace. “Can you start a pot for tea, Y/N?”

-You nodded and moved to put the kettle over the fire.

“Oh, bug! Looks like you’ve got a little flour on your backside.” Lambert commented, patted the back of your skirt to clear away the white dust. Your eyes widened as you looked over at him. Was he trying to make things worse?

“There you go.” He gave you an innocent smile, though you could see the troublesome grin peaking through.

-“So, witcher?” Your father moved to stand behind your mother, who now sat at the kitchen table. “What school do you hail from?”

“Kaer Morhen. School of the Wolf.” Lambert crossed his arms, leaning against the counter beside where you were working.

-“How long have you been a witcher?”

“Father, you don’t have to interrogate him.” You looked over your shoulder.

“It’s fine, bug.” Lambert told you quietly, briefly catching your eye. “Since I was eight.”

“How old are you now?”

“Don’t really count. Almost triple digits.”

-You could hear your father scoff and mutter something under his breath. You ignored him, choosing instead to focus on kneading the dough for the crust.

-“Madam Hyder from down the road comes up every so often to see if you’re around.” You spoke, turning your head to look at Lambert. “Wants to know if ‘the strong man with the charming personality’ is around.”

Lambert snorted.

-At the beginning of the year gene Lambert had visited you, your neighbor down the road had run into a problem with drowners at the lake behind her house. Lambert got rid of them. She took a liking to him almost immediately. He reminded her of her late husband.

-“Charming personality my ass.” He muttered. You smiled a little.

“I like her. She’ll come and sit with me outside or we’ll sit in here and talk. She keeps me company.”

-“You wouldn’t be so lonely out here if you had a proper husband.” Your father muttered under his breath.

“A proper husband?” You repeated, cocking a brow as you moved to retrieve the kettle from the fire. “Can you hand me a mug from the cabinet, love?”

Lambert moved to do as you asked.

-“What is your definition of a proper husband, dear father?” Your irritation was poking through. You poured the tea into the cup for your mother and moved towards the table.

-“A man who can provide for you. A man who can give you a home and a family. Not some mutant beast who goes around killing for coin.” Your father snapped, holding your gaze.

“Y/F/N.” Your mother reached out to put her hand on his arm. “Don’t lose your temper.”

-You stayed where you were, hands curled into tight fists as you fought the urge to scream and yell and—

A hand was placed on your waist, making you turn your head. Lambert was moving into your line of sight.

-“Something’s starting to burn.” He told you, nodding to the oven. Forgetting your anger, you moved to pull the bread and the pie from the oven.

-The fire seemed to be hotter than it was when you put the two things into the oven. You frowned, hoping they weren’t a loss.

-“You were about to lose your control.” Lambert whispered to you, his breath tickling your ear. He kissed your cheek then moved back to where he had been standing with his arms crossed and against the counter next to you.

-You were thankful he stopped you. You didn’t want your parents to know what you were, nor did you want to ruin dinner.

-The pie and bread were a little crispy, but they would still be tasty nonetheless.

-Your mother, trying to be civil, started asking Lambert questions, asking him where he’d been, what his favorite places were, what monsters were the hardest, the weirdest, the oddest, that sort of thing. Your father stayed silent, but you didn’t complain.

-Once dinner was finished, you all sat down at the table to eat. It was silent and tense. You sat next to Lambert. Underneath the table, he kept his hand on your knee.

-“You know, you missed your sister’s wedding.” Your father spoke up, glancing up from his food to look at you. “It was last summer.”

“I know.” You dropped your eyes down to your bowl of soup. “I visited her afterwards. We spoke of why I wasn’t able to make it. She understood.”

“And why couldn’t you make it?”

“I had company here. I couldn’t leave.”

-Your father scoffed.

-“I kept her from the wedding.” Lambert spoke up, sitting up straighter in his seat. “So don’t give her shit. It was my fault.”

“Missing out on your own sister’s wedding for an inbred?”

“He was hurt, father. A basilisk nearly cut him in half. He needed my help-,”

“You aren’t a healer, Y/N.”

-You locked your jaw tightly. Lambert squeezed your knee.

-“Wow. You are a piece of work.” Lambert shook his head. “You just walk into someone else’s home and disrespect the absolute shit out of them and their choices? Just cause she’s your daughter doesn’t mean you get to treat her like absolute shit.”

-“You don’t get to talk to me like that-,”

“Actually, I do.” Lambert cut your father off. “Because I’m not going to sit here and let you talk down on Y/N like she deserves this bullshit. If you want to give anyone shit for our relationship, give it to me. I’ll gladly take it. Hell, I might even fight your fucking ass back. I’ve been wanting to fucking punch you square in the forehead all evening but I haven’t because Y/N wouldn’t want me to. But man, have I fucking wanted to.”

-You stood up, placing your hand upon Lambert’s shoulder.

“I think we’ll finish our dinner in my room.” You told your parents. “I won’t ask you to leave tonight. The roads after dark can be dangerous. But in the morning, I’d like it if you both went home. This is Lambert’s home and it isn’t often that I get to see him.”

-Lambert took your bowls into the bedroom while you put a few more slices of bread on one plate and a couple pieces of pie onto another plate.

-“And in case you were wondering, I have no intentions of having children.” You turned to face your parents. “I don’t want them, nor do I need them to be happy Lambert makes me happy. He’s all I need.”

-Lambert was sitting on the chair next to your bed when you entered your room. You put the pie and bread down on to the stand next to your bed and sat on the edge of your bed.

-“Yeesh. I haven’t been sent to my room in ages.” He grinned a little. You smiled, happy that the events of earlier hadn’t ruined his mood.

-“Here.” You picked up a spoon and scooped some of the apple pie up. You offered it to him. “Tell me how it tastes.”

He took the bite and before you could pull away, his hand came up to wrap around your wrist. He pulled you closer, kissing your lips.

“Amazing.”

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then it vanished away from my hands (part one)

pairing: nate sewell x eva navarro word count: 2.3k rating: T warnings: pure angst. not too hardcore yet (will ramp up in later parts), but this doesn’t have a happy ending.

part two | part three | read on ao3

Something unexpected happens during Eva’s turning.

See the end for more notes.

—

part one: take me home where I belong

The process and the preparations are much less complicated than Eva expected them to be.

Tedious, repetitive, but simple.

She speaks to Rebecca. More as a courtesy than anything else; she seeks her informed opinion as a colleague and as a member of her team, as an experienced mentor, but not, never, as a daughter.

Rebecca isn’t happy, not at all, but she has long resigned herself to the fact there is nothing she can do, that Eva wouldn’t listen to her even if there was.

Not in this.

(“Maybe there is some of me in you, after all,” Rebecca had told her, what seems like a lifetime ago. A different conversation, long before she knew the depth of what she was getting into, and yet it echoes, now, in her mind.)

Eva fills out a request form.

After the Agency greenlights it, and only then, she quits the police department.

This does require a few explanations, but Eva's involvement with the Agency isn’t a secret, even if the nature of it is.

Neither is it a secret that she had never wanted to join the force at all, and so nobody is exactly shocked—it’s not hard to convince everyone of what is, in the end, more than half the truth: they have offered her a better job that is much more suited to her skillset and inclinations.

A job that, most importantly, takes her away from Wayhaven.

(She had, after all, always wanted to leave. This is something everyone knows.)

Captain Sung is sorry to see her go, tells her she was a fine detective and that Rook would have been proud of her. She barely tenses at this.

Tina insists on throwing her a goodbye party.

Verda congratulates her on the promotion, with a smile and good wishes and love from Eric and Cara and Lacey.

She will miss them, a little. Not enough.

Not anywhere near enough.

—

Then there’s paperwork, more paperwork than she has ever had to deal with in her life.

There is counseling, endless sessions that she sits through with gritted teeth.

She finds them unnecessary. Redundant. She knows her own mind and doesn’t need, hasn’t ever needed any of this.

They are, of course, meant to ensure this is not something she will regret.

Why has she chosen this? What are her motivations?

She is made to list all of them. Outline them. Number them and rank them and develop them as though it is a test.

In a way, it is.

They do not say it is, but it hangs, unspoken, in the air. The idea that they might strongly discourage her from pursuing this if they consider she is not doing it for the right reasons, not fit for the transformation, for the shift it will bring to her life.

She is aware of this.

The minefield of questions she navigates with practiced ease. She does not say how the human world has lost every appeal it might have once held, but she does say her life is not, cannot be merely human anymore.

Not after everything she’s been through.

The counselor nods at this. They are a fae of some kind, but they were not born as one.

This, Eva knows, works in her favor.

It is not wise to tie these decisions to interpersonal relationships, the counselor says, their voice level and impersonal, almost flat. Of course, she must be aware of this already, is she not?

She is currently romantically involved with a vampire, yes?

It is imperative that she acknowledge the possibility of this relationship ending. Would she still want to go through with this, if that were the case?

Would she still want to live through eternity, then?

Immortality is not reversible. This is something she must remember.

Immortality is not reversible.

Eva suppresses a scoff, taps her foot on the ground. Taps her fingers on the arm of the chair. But she nods her assent anyway.

The process could be deferred for a year or two if she wished it; she is within the optimal time window still. It would give her additional time to reflect.

It is something they recommend. Though of course, they are quick to insist, the choice is ultimately hers.

She thanks them, and she declines it.

This, then, leads to more paperwork. Paperwork with questions and specifics about every last, minute detail.

Does she want to have the process handled by an Agency representative, or does she have a request for someone specific?

The Agency does not recommend that the process be carried out by a romantic partner. Is she aware of this?

She is, naturally.

(Nate wouldn't do it, anyway.)

(And after the conversation with Nate, she had wanted to ask Morgan. But Morgan—well, Morgan can't.)

Is she aware of the risks? The survival rate? The potential trauma? The changes that her body will/could suffer? The recovery period?

The unpredictability of her blood?

The risks?

The survival rate?

The potential trauma?

Rinse and repeat, ad nauseam.

She signs what feels like a hundred release forms, over and over.

She wants to do this the right way, the proper way.

(When has she ever done things any differently?)

She signs the forms and the paperwork without complaints, without hesitation and without delay.

—

The day comes.

(Weeks later, after all the forms have been processed and reviewed and approved, signed and countersigned. But eventually, it comes.)

With Morgan it's simple. It's her steely gaze and a raised eyebrow, questioning. Questions Eva is familiar with.

You sure about this? No taking it back now.

And then, same as always: you all right?

Eva gives a sharp nod, her shoulders relaxing.

That is the only answer Morgan needs from her.

(Morgan has always believed her when Eva tells her she can handle herself. That knowledge, in itself, is reassuring.)

—

With Nate—with Nate it’s not so easy. Not so simple.

It never has been, not with the way they feel about each other, not with the way they cling to each other, to every breath, to every beat of their hearts.

There is worry and fear in his eyes, dark and consuming, and she knows he is thinking about everything that could go wrong. She wants to soothe him, wants to kiss him and tell him it’s okay, it’s going to be okay.

So she does.

And he sinks into it, grateful for the distraction (this, he always is; this has not changed). Grateful for any excuse not to think about what could be, his mouth almost devouring her own in a nearly bruising kiss and here she understands what he is telling her, too.

Please.

Please, I can’t live without you.

I spent three hundred years without you and I can’t do that anymore.

The pendant he had given her lies against the hollow of her throat, warm between them as their bodies press against each other’s, the heliotrope and edelweiss, the white clover and honeysuckle.

Deep devotion, eternal love.

Eternal love.

She does not mention it and neither does he, but she knows it does not escape his notice that she is wearing it. The agreement it stands for, the acceptance.

There had been arguments, before the choice was made.

(Though in reality the choice had been made long, long before, from the first time his hands left trails of fire on her skin and she wanted nothing more than to be branded, burned, for it to leave a permanent, indelible mark.)

(Everything that came after that was just confirmation of what she already knew.)

There had been arguments.

There had been raised voices that she regretted, that she very nearly hated herself for. But she couldn’t understand why or how—this is something she has never understood about Nate, and something Nate has never understood about her.

Humanity, humanity, humanity—

(“Would you rather watch me die?”

She spit out the words at him, not out of malice, but with the knowledge that they would hurt. Knowing, too, that the hurt was necessary. Knowing that unless she did things this way nothing would ever get done.

Nothing would ever get solved, concerning the very glaring problem they were facing.

“I won’t do that to you.”

Mortality was a problem, and this was the solution.

“Even if nothing happens to me, how long do we get before I’m too old? Thirty years? How long is that to you, Nate? You've been alive more than ten times that.”

She paused then, but he said nothing. He'd fallen quiet, and she could feel the harshness of her words and her voice, the knife being twisted deeper each time she spoke, but there was no point to gentling them when he refused to see what was in front of them: they did not, would not have another choice.

“Shit, Adam has been alive a millennium and you will too—are you going to remember me in five hundred years?”)

She pushes the memory away.

She cups his face with both hands now, the kiss turning gentle, soft. His lips brush against hers, lightly, so lightly, and send a tingling feeling through her entire body.

His skin is warm under her hands and the taste of him, mint and rain, almost makes her forget everything else, everything, nothing but him in her thoughts.

Nate.

“I love you,” she whispers in the space between their lips as she pulls away, only a fraction, eyes still half-closed and relishing the taste, the feeling of him. The warm comfort of his hands still tangled in her hair. “Te amo. I'll be fine, mi vida. Don't worry so much about me.”

“You know that's impossible, joonam,” he says in return, and though she knows he is serious (they have discussed this time and time again), there's still a soft smile on his lips.

“And I love you. More than I will ever have the words for.”

She smiles, warm, fond, and nudges her nose against his.

Words have never been her strong suit.

But she’s found them, with him, found words old and new as she has found warmth and light and life.

“I’ll be back to you in no time. You know how stubborn I am,” she says lightly, and kisses him again, short and sweet.

A promise, a beginning.

—

She had asked Adam to do it.

He was the obvious choice,

(choice, choice, choice)

if Nate wouldn’t and Morgan couldn’t; she and Adam don’t often speak but there is respect and there is understanding between them, too. There is determination and a desire for order that they share.

(he had also made a choice, once)

She would trust him with her life, and so she does.

(The fact of the matter is she would trust them all with her life and much more.

Farah just as much as the others, too, even if she is not as close with the younger vampire, by virtue of temperament. But she loves her as she would love a sister, as she would love someone whose absence would make the world dimmer—how funny, she thinks, that she loves her, that she loves them.

She had never loved like this before.)

—

It is difficult not to think of the warehouse on the outskirts of Wayhaven.

Not the one she has almost come to know as home, but the other one, the one where she knew, for the first time, what involvement with the supernatural would truly mean.

The sterile environment of the Agency facility is nothing like it.

Clean-smelling, almost like a clinic; white and well illuminated and with doctors and techs on hand to supervise and monitor.

She signs one final form on entry and then there is nothing standing between her and this.

It is difficult not to think of the first time she felt vampire fangs ripping into her skin.

Adam’s barely puncture her neck, instead of tearing into her wrist as Murphy’s had done. Almost gently, almost delicately—with care and quick efficiency.

It is not the first time since then that she has felt the bite of fangs (always willing, always wanted), but bury it as she may, the memory always resurfaces.

She closes her eyes and focuses on the feeling.

There is a lingering something, an ache in her temples, like being underwater far too deep.

Pressure in her ears, a ringing sound.

It passes after a few seconds and Eva feels the pain in her neck, sharp and deep—there’s warmth and she thinks, oddly, incongruously, that it is not too unlike having her blood drawn.

She is aware of what’s happening: she insisted on knowing the mechanics of it, every step.

The warmth she feels is the injection of venom into her bloodstream, and within minutes it will start attacking her DNA, it will start melding with her own genetic code and changing it, altering it, molding it.

Enhancing it.

Adam withdraws now, pulls away from Eva’s neck and wipes away the very small amount of blood left on his mouth with the back of his hand, his expression unreadable as always.

She has been warned of the pain that comes next.

She has been warned of the way her body will feel like it’s on fire, of the way her muscles will pull and stretch and her bones will reshape and her blood will burn from within.

She has been warned.

But it doesn’t come.

The wound in her neck pulses along with her heartbeat, and there is a trickle of warm blood running down her skin, down her throat.

There is no pain.

By now she should, by all accounts, be undergoing a full transformation, genes and physiognomy rearranged, blood reconfigured.

She should be in agony.

All she feels is the warm trickle of the blood and the pulsing of the small wound.

Nothing is happening.

A different feeling starts to bubble in her throat.

She meets Adam’s eyes, and he looks just as confused as she is.

No mistakes have been made, she knows this, she is sure of this.

Everything has been controlled and accounted for; regulated, monitored.

She sees, out of the corner of her eye, the techs start to speak among themselves.

It’s not working.

Why is it not working?

———

This was inspired by a post by @crowsintheisland asking what would happen to a detective who discovered they couldn’t turn into a supernatural because of their blood. My brain took that idea and ran with it.

#the wayhaven chronicles #nate sewell #oc: eva #qbwrites #qbwritestwc

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