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sassy-ahsoka-tano · 2 years ago

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DADDY ISSUES - Part Nine: Make Daddy Proud

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: You told Elvis what you wanted and he provided, although it may not have been what you were hoping for. You shouldn't be so surprised to learn that he has another surprise up his sleeve, but this one is a bit different. [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: colonel lmfaoo but that's it

Rating: Pg-13 || Word Count: 7606

A/N: y'all know what comes next after this gif 🥴 the fact that it cuts off right before?? Ash you don't even realize how perfectly it fits with this chapter omg. also yes, we are talking about THAT brown suit y'all know the one

Song Rec: make daddy proud - blackbear

This is Part 9 of Daddy Issues. Find the rest of the series here!

[ masterlist | taglist ]

🦋 mila

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When you wake up the next morning, you decide to spend the next few days relaxing and recuperating after the, frankly, painful experience from last night. Since you usually only see Elvis once a week, you figure it won't be a problem. That logic makes you extra surprised when you return from the market just before dinner to find a note taped to your door. You read it as you carry your groceries inside to put them away.

Princess, 7 pm tonight. Don’t be late. D

You roll your eyes but can’t deny the feeling of excitement that grows within your stomach at the thought of him pleasuring you. You've been holding off on touching yourself since you moved here, hoping your pent-up energy would eventually be released by Elvis himself. Now that you've gotten a taste, you need it even more.

You’re hoping for more of an intimate experience tonight; you want him to use his hands on you, not just use a tool. You need to feel his warmth, his touch, his everything on your body.

You spend most of the rest of the day reading, doing some cleaning and chores, and watching television. While you’re in the middle of getting ready, the phone rings. You rush out of the bathroom, waving your hand in front of the drying mascara on your face, and pick up the receiver.

“Hello?”

“Hey, princess!" Max's voice comes through the receiver. "You still down to hit the bar after the show tonight?”

“Max! I’d love to!” you silently thank Max for calling you up. You’d managed to forget that you said you’d go out with him for a drink after the show tonight. You nod. “I can’t wait. See you tonight?”

“Great. Can’t wait to see you. I miss you,” he says and you bite your lip in happiness.

"Good," you reply with a giggle.

You hang up the phone and finish getting ready to meet Elvis for the night, remembering to stuff an extra pair of pants and a top inside your bag so that you can change before going out to the bar. You do your usual makeup check in the mirror right next to the door and get downstairs promptly on time. Or so you think. As you step backstage, you realize that you’re already a minute late. You groan but your attention is pulled away when you hear Max’s voice.

“Y/N? Damn, you look amazing!” he shouts and you glance up to see him smiling with his arms outstretched toward you.

You return the expression and stop, having no choice other than to talk to him. You tap your foot, momentarily impatient, but quickly forget yourself when he comes closer. The smell of his familiar, musky cologne wafts into your nostrils.

“Thank you, thank you!” you say happily, doing a little twirl for him. “Only my best for our little date night. Even though this isn’t what I’m wearing. It’s a little too much, I think.”

“No, it’s perfect. I love you in blue,” he says, leaning against the wall.

You quirk an eyebrow but drop your gaze as heat creeps into your neck and face. You tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Well then, just wait until you see the outfit I actually have planned for the bar,” you say, winking at him. “Although I would love to hear your fashion advice? Any tips?”

You spin around, slowly, glancing over your shoulder to flash him your most charming smirk. When you've completed your turn, you lean your back against the column nearest to you.

“Oh yeah?” he replies, biting his lip. “Alright. Let’s start at your hips. Amazing, beautiful hips, very voluptuous. A gentle waist and beautiful, elegant legs. I bet you’d look sexy in just about anything, but, personally…”

He takes a couple of steps closer to you, his fingers expertly sliding into yours. You allow him to intertwine your fingers and press your palms together. His thumb brushes over your knuckles as he leans against the column, his body hovering over yours. He smirks down at you. His eyes drop down across your figure and lazily roll back up to meet your gaze.

“Personally, I’d like to see you in nothing.”

You release a quiet giggle, tilting your head to the side and preparing for him to press his lips to yours. Just as your lips brush together, you’re interrupted.

“Y/N.”

You jerk backward and wince when you accidentally bump the back of your head against the column. Your heart stops suddenly in your chest. You immediately recognize the voice which calls out to you. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly before daring to open them again and turn your head to the side. Sure enough, there he is in the flesh. Elvis, in a baby blue jumpsuit with gems studded all over it. As usual, the suit is mostly unfastened.

You gulp, suddenly genuinely worried for the first time that you might lose your position as his most honored sugar baby. You drop your gaze from his, terrified by the downward slope of his eyebrows and the sullen expression of his cheeks. He looks enraged, infuriated. You've seen him angry before but nothing like this.

“Are you aware of the time?” he asks firmly.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Presley,” you reply immediately. “I was just-”

“Who the hell is this?”

He nods his chin toward Max and you turn to glance at your friend. Max's eyebrows are raised and his eyes widened. You can tell he’s worried about being fired, too. You gulp.

“Uh, this is Max Carver. He’s a stagehand. We were just, uh…”

You glance back over at Max for backup, raising your eyebrows in a plea for help.

“We were just talking about our plans for later,” Max responds, truthfully, to your surprise. You turn away from him and toward the floor, too afraid to face Elvis and too anxious to look at Max.

“What plans for later?” Elvis asks dryly.

“Uh, yeah...Y/N and I were planning to hit up a bar on the strip after the shows tonight. Just the two of us," Max replies cheerily.

Elvis says nothing, his lips pressed into a tight line. His eyes flick over to you, not an ounce of compassion left in them. His gaze quickly tracks up and down your figure before he shifts his head back to Max. Elvis holds out a hand, curling his fingers and gesturing for Max to step closer to him. As Max does so, you sigh frustratedly, feeling anger pooling inside you. Elvis told you you were allowed to see other people so you don't understand why he's making such a fuss. What is the problem?

Elvis puts an arm around Max's shoulders and harshly jerks the stagehand against his side, turning them both to face you. You fold your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling awkward under the gaze of the two men you’re...involved with. Elvis points toward you.

“Look at her. Classy, elegant, beautiful. A woman,” he spits and you watch the venomous way the corners of his mouth quirk up. He turns his head to speak directly into Max's ear. "She doesn’t wanna fuck you, son. She wants to fuck daddy.”

At the sound of his words, all of your breath is sucked from your chest. Your heart begins to beat faster and you can feel it pulsing in your temples. All you can do is stare at Elvis. For a moment, Max seems to shrink beside him as Elvis’ power and influence overtake the room. The tension grows until it’s thick enough to cut with a knife. You know you should be defending Max but you can’t bring yourself to speak or do anything. All you can manage is breathing and staring.

“What in god’s name is going on here?” An unfamiliar voice suddenly breaks through the conversation. You all turn around to see Elvis' manager, the Colonel, waddling his way over to you all. “Mr. Presley is supposed to be onstage in less than five minutes and you’re all standing around arguing? You,” he points at Max, “explain yourself.”

Max starts to stutter and you’re sure he’s terrified of losing his job. You step up in front of him, standing firmly between your friend and the Colonel.

“We were just chatting," you say. "Nothing needs to be explained. We’re friends and we were having a conversation.”

The Colonel takes a puff of his cigar and then blows it straight into your face. You recoil and resist the urge to wave your hand in the air to dispel the smoke. You stare through the white cloud as it dissolves into the transparent air between you. You don’t allow your eyes to leave his.

“Have whatever conversations you like as long as they don’t disrupt Mr. Presley’s activities. The activities he gets paid for,” the Colonel replies and it takes everything in your body not to bitch slap him across the face right then and there.

“Damn straight. Now, get back to work fore I fire your ass,” Elvis says and you turn to see him pointing directly at Max.

Max stumbles away, throwing you a glance which lands somewhere between confusion and betrayal. All you can do is shake your head and shrug. You want to apologize but you can’t find the words to say it out loud. Before you get a chance to muster anything, he’s already passed and Elvis is commanding you yet again.

“Inside. Now.”

You turn toward him, the anger in your body rising to an unhealthy level. You flatten your lips and clench your jaw, stalking past Elvis and the Colonel into the dressing room. As soon as you’re inside, you turn around and prop your hands on your hipbones. You tap your foot impatiently as you wait for him to come in. He walks into the room, slamming the door behind him. You open your mouth to speak, but he does so first.

“What time is it?”

“What?” you spit, shaking your head in confusion.

“Answer the goddamn question, princess.”

You scoff, glancing at your watch.

“Seven-fifteen,” you answer dryly.

“And what time did I tell you to be down here?”

“Seven,” you reply, grinding your teeth

“Ah, so you do know. Now, I’m no mathematical genius, but last time I checked, 7:15 is after 7 o’clock. Ain't that right, doll?”

“Yes,” you mutter through clenched teeth.

“Mm. Mhm,” he hums in response, his expression unchanging.

You grit your teeth as your fingers curl into fists by your sides. The displeasure, annoyance, and disappointment of your experience so far as his sugar baby begin to settle on you. Your head continues to spin and you feel your chest growing tighter.

“Listen," you hiss. "I was just talking with a friend. Is that not allowed now?”

“Yeah, sure. It's allowed. Whenever you want, 'cept when you on my time.”

“Your time? Excuse me?”

“Don't play round, darlin. You agreed to these rules when you accepted the proposal.”

“I didn’t agree to shit!” you’re shouting now, leaning toward him as if to challenge him. “I didn’t sign anything!”

“Fine!” he shouts back, seemingly growing in size above you. “If that’s how you wanna play it, then you can say a sweet goodbye to your weekly gifts!”

“Look, I’m sorry I was late, okay? But maybe if you didn't schedule our sessions with so little time, we wouldn't have to rush like this.”

"Maybe if you wasn't late we wouldn't be havin this conversation."

"I was literally just talking with my friend! Sue me!"

“Ah, talkin with your friend? Or is he your boyfriend?”

You scoff, throwing your arms up frustratedly and then slamming them back down by your sides. You point at him with a firm finger.

“What difference does it make to you? You’re the one who said it was no problem if I dated other people, so that’s what I’m doing. God knows I’m not being satisfied by you!”

Although his face hardens and you can see his jaw clench harshly, you don’t regret a single word of your angry speech. It’s all true and he needs to know.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” he says through clenched teeth.

“Oh please. I ask you to pay a little bit of attention to me so that I can experience some pleasure, too, and you pull that shit last night with the vibrating panties?"

"I did what you asked."

"No. You put in the most minimal effort possible. You embarrassed me in front of the entire audience. You used me for your own selfish pleasure. What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I did what you asked,” he repeats and takes a step closer, bearing down over you.

You rise up onto your tiptoes, lengthening out your neck to show him you’re unafraid. All of your concerns are gone, replaced by the intense rage pulsing through your veins.

“Pathetically.”

“You ungrateful brat! We’re done tonight. Get upstairs fore I replace you.”

Your entire body tenses and you consider telling him to fuck off, but you can't bring yourself to be that bold. You throw your arms down with a frustrated groan and relax your muscles before pushing him aside and stalking out of the dressing room.

You angrily push the door open and rush out, your heart slamming harshly with anger as you slam the door behind you. You can feel peoples’ eyes on your figure after the loud sound ricochets throughout the backstage area. But you don’t care nor do you bother to turn around and give any of them the time of day. You hurry back upstairs to your apartment, confident that your resting bitch face and clenched fists are ammo enough to keep anyone from bothering you.

As soon as you burst into your apartment and close the door, you feel calmer. You wash your makeup off in the bathroom and change into your pajamas. Then, you call the number for the backstage phone and try to get ahold of Max so that you can apologize. The stage manager refuses to hand the phone over, so you have to hope that he relays your message.

“Look, just tell him that I’m sorry about everything. I can explain it all and I really want to talk to him. Also, can you just tell him that I can’t make it tonight? I’m…not feeling very well and I need to rest. I’ll call him tomorrow.”

After hanging up, you curl into bed and stare at the ceiling, reflecting on your situation. How could this have happened? What the hell was Elvis’ problem, anyway? Was he jealous? That you’re flirting with someone else? Why would he be? Like he said, just because you’re sexually involved doesn’t mean you have to be romantically involved. You don't have to be lovers or even friends.

Your mind turns to thoughts of guilt toward Max. What if your actions get him fired? What if you call tomorrow and he’s just not there? Is he mad at you? Will he ever talk to you again?

The phone suddenly rings and you begrudgingly answer.

“Hello?”

“Miss Y/L/N? This is the front desk. I have a Trixie Carpenter who’s calling for you? She says she tried your number several times earlier today and received no answer so she called the desk instead. Would you like me to patch her through?”

“Oh…uh…” you rub your hand over your face and think about Trixie, how everything in her life has always gone perfectly according to plan. How she’s a beautiful, wealthy, wonderful person and for all of that wonderfulness, you suddenly find yourself despising her and all of her unending luck.

“No," you reply. "Just tell her that I’ve fallen quite ill and don’t have the energy to talk tonight."

You feel accomplished after saying the words until your guilt and shame quickly set in.

“But tell her that I’ll call her back tomorrow," you add.

“Absolutely, miss. I’ll do that," the front desk clerk responds cheerily.

After hanging up, you curl into the fetal position and fade into an empty blackness.

When you wake up the next day, your eyes burn from a combination of intense sunlight and the overhead light in your bedroom. You’d passed out without even getting settled into the bed, your legs strewn all over the mattress with blankets half-falling off your body. You rub the sleep from your eyes and groggily blink awake. When the memories of last night come flooding back to you, your heart sinks and your stomach drops. You rake your fingers through your hair with a deep sigh.

As you try to piece together a game plan for the day, you hear a knock on the door. You shuffle out of bed and pull on your robe and slippers. After tying the robe tightly, you open the door and jump back when you see Jerry standing on the other side.

“Oh, hi,” you say awkwardly.

While you know that his role as Elvis' number one means that Jerry sometimes runs his errands, you've never once seen him outside your door like this. You've never seen anyone outside your door like this. It's usually just a note and never this early. But when you glance at the clock in the kitchen to see that it’s somehow already 4 p.m., your eyes go wide. You shake your head and refocus on Jerry.

“Hey,” Jerry replies, equally as awkwardly. “He, uh, wanted me to hand deliver this one to you in person.”

He extends his hand to give you a package with a letter taped to the top. You quirk an eyebrow and Jerry must have noticed because he continues to explain.

“He felt bad about how things went last night and wanted to apologize.”

“Well then why didn’t he come down here himself and say it to my face?” you ask dryly. Jerry just shrugs.

“I don’t make the rules. I just follow them. I was...sorry to hear that things aren't going so well. I have no idea what's in that package but I hope it's enough to fix things for you."

“Me too, but I'm afraid what I want can't be wrapped. Thanks anyway, Jerry. I’ll give it a look.”

He nods and offers a tight smile before you shut the door. You curl up on the couch and take a deep breath before you open the letter.

Princess,

First of all, I just wanna say I’m sorry for my behavior last night. Upon reflection, I realize that I acted very childishly and wasn’t very respectful of you. I did say that you could date other people and I still stand by that. Maybe now that it’s here in writing, we won’t have to argue about it again!

Anyway, I was hoping we could start over tonight. I know things haven’t been going according to plan and that you haven't been too happy. That’s my fault and I wanna make it up to you by taking you out to dinner. There we can take some time to get to know each other better. Spend some time together. I hope you take me up on it. Meet me downstairs in the hotel lobby at 8 pm.

I know I'm on thin ice as it is but I'd like to make one small request. Wear black, any black outfit you want. And the ring and this little piece I got you here. I hope you like it. And I hope to see you soon, darling.

You gently put the letter down, his lengthy apology tugging at your heartstrings just the tiniest bit. You're also admittedly pleasantly surprised by his offer. Going out to dinner will actually require you to go out, in public, together. And that's something Elvis has been very clearly against. You move toward the box, carefully disassembling it and setting it aside so that you can get into the contents. A small piece of paper rests on top and you grab it to read the handwritten words.

When you walk through that door, I want everybody’s eyes on you. I want everybody to know you’re mine. I don’t want to know that you even existed before this moment. You were born just for me.

Your eyebrows raise. A smile breaks through your lips even though you bite down hard in resistance. You can't help but reread the words over and over again. You almost forget there's more to the package until your eyes drift over to it. You pull apart the wrapping paper and lift out a piece of jewelry. Your breath hitches in your throat and you forget how to breathe. You've been surprised by his gifts before but this? There's no match to what you pull out of this box.

You lift it out, a stiff necklace, and hold it in front of your face. It’s composed entirely of diamonds, square cut and very elegantly and expertly fastened into a thick choker. As you twist and turn it in the light, the diamonds glitter and glisten like sparkling stars. In the middle of the choker are gold-encrusted jewels that spell out two simple letters: EP.

You shakily put the choker down on the table, gently so that you don’t damage it.

Suddenly everything feels too real. Never in your life have you held in your hands something so expensive and beautiful. You could never, ever dream of affording such a thing under normal circumstances. The thought that Elvis can afford to buy this on just any old day and gift it to a woman who, only last night, yelled at him and told him off overwhelms you. The fact that he would is even more unbelievable. You've never been more attuned to the power of wealth.

Your eyes flick back to the letters. EP, of course, for Elvis Presley. The TCB ring was a subtle way to let other potential suitors know that you were taken. But this choker, this…collar is the most obvious and unavoidable way to show every eligible bachelor on earth that you are owned by Elvis Presley.

With a shaky breath, you stand and make your way toward the closet to sort out your outfit. You piece through the dresses that Elvis has bought you so far, sorting through them to find the black ones. Each one you glance at makes your face screw up in dissatisfaction. None of them is the right fit for the occasion. You don't know exactly what you're looking for but it's not one of these.

With a sigh, you turn, about to go to the bathroom for a shower when a flash of blue catches your eye. You step back, grabbing onto the deep royal blue fabric of a dress that you'd bought when you were out shopping on your own years ago. A dress that you chose, that you saved up for, and one of the last pieces in your closet that feels like it really and truthfully belongs to you. You smile as your fingers dance over the fabric. You pull it out.

A long and slow, hot shower is the perfect start to get yourself ready for the evening. After doing your hair and makeup, you get dressed and accessorize. You open your jewelry box and fish out the TCB ring, sliding it onto your finger. You wiggle the finger fondly and then walk into the living room to add the final touch. You check the clock to see that it’s 7:30 now. You're a little ahead of schedule but you won't mind waiting in the lobby for a bit.

As you look at yourself in the mirror by the door, you lift the diamond choker up to your throat. Your fingers gently trace the diamonds. For a few minutes, you fumble behind your neck to try and fasten it but, no matter what you do, it's not happening for you. Out of frustration, you huff and gently fold the choker over itself.

“Shit.”

You grab your purse, momentarily wishing that you hadn’t thrown away that black lingerie, but your go-to matching lacy bra and panties set will have to do for now. You gently hold the choker in your open palm as you make your way downstairs. You mosey through the casino floor toward the lobby, noticing the grandfather clock in the center of the room which flashes 7:45 p.m. exactly. You breathe a sigh of relief now that you're prepared and early. Glancing around, you scan the area for an open seat and instead notice Elvis in a corner with his head bent low toward the Colonel.

You sneak toward them and press yourself back against a marble column, turning your head to try and catch some of their conversation. As you consider their gestures and the expressions on their faces, you figure they're probably fighting about something. You watch sneakily as Elvis smiles, scoffs, and shakes his head. The Colonel is gesticulating very intensely, a little too close to Elvis for comfort.

Surprisingly, your sugar daddy looks like he’s losing the argument so you decide to interrupt them. You straighten your neck and walk toward them. As you get closer, you start to hear them better and their conversation becomes clearer.

“Colonel, all I’m sayin is I know the tour’s gonna be a big hit overseas. Think bout how much snow we could be makin?” Elvis is saying.

“Snow? Snow, my boy?” the Colonel’s grating voice sounds in response. “Think about how much snow we’ll have to spend just to get there. And I’ve already explained to you that security is a major issue, so we have to-”

You clear your throat loudly enough for them both to hear. Elvis and the Colonel's heads snap up in your direction. The Colonel's expression immediately hardens but Elvis' lights up at the sight of you. You offer a tight smile.

"Mr. Presley, it's 8 p.m. sharp," you say, addressing him directly. "I'm sorry to drag you away from the Colonel, but I believe we have an appointment."

"Ah, so it is," Elvis replies, glancing down at his shiny golden watch. "Well, Colonel, I'm afraid I got a prior commitment that I have to get to. We'll have to discuss this a different time."

The Colonel's gaze falls on you and he glares into your eyes before heaving a deep breath. He wheels himself around on his cane and starts to waddle away. Before he ventures out of earshot, he glances over his shoulder at Elvis.

“We will be, eh, continuing the conversation later, my boy.”

You remain silent as you wait for him to leave although you have a few words in mind for him. When he's finally far enough away, you lift your gaze to Elvis'. He tilts his head and his eyes trace up and down your figure displeasingly. You can tell that he's probably taking in the fact that you’re not wearing the color he instructed you to. You take a deep breath. No more weakness, no more submission.

“I told you to wear black,” he says.

“Well, I wanted to wear blue,” you reply. “So I’m wearing blue.”

He looks at you with an expression somewhere between stern and quizzical. A smile cracks across his features, his blue eyes twinkling in the warm light of the lobby. You share the expression.

"Alright, princess. I like you better in blue, anyway. We should get goin or we'll be late."

He holds out his elbow and you take it, winding your arm around his. He smiles down at you as you walk arm-in-arm toward the doors. As you glance over at him, you take a moment to appreciate his outfit. He's wearing a deep brown suit, no undershirt which you appreciate immensely considering you can perfectly see his beautiful chest. His hair is styled perfectly, a few strands falling onto his forehead. Although it's nighttime, he's also donning a pair of sunglasses, probably to hide his identity. Although, you aren't sure how effective they are.

Your mouth pops open when you step out of the hotel. Stretched out in front of you is the most beautiful shiny black limousine you've ever seen in your life. Of course, you've passed them on the street both in LA and in Vegas, but you've never had the pleasure of riding inside of one. Why would you? There's never been an occasion in your life where you've needed to have access to a limo. As you glance over at Elvis with a wide grin, you only smile harder. He's pulled the sunglasses down onto the tip of his nose, holding the frames between his fingers. He winks and reaches for the door.

"My lady," he says, gesturing with a wave of his hand.

You slide your fingers into his outstretched hand and his fingers curl around yours. You drop your gaze and bite your lip, feeling an unusual sensation in your stomach. Butterflies. As you climb into the limo, you realize that this is the first time you've felt them with him. You've experienced a million other sensations with Elvis, but never butterflies.

You're already enjoying your evening much, much more than you normally would if you were just convening in the dressing room for a quickie. He's finally acting the southern gentleman you know he can be. That's all you wanted, to be treated with respect.

He climbs in next to you and the driver takes off toward your destination. Elvis lifts the glasses and turns toward you.

“Y’ever been in one of these things, princess?” he asks and you shake your head.

“Never. Never needed to. But I always wanted to, though.”

"Well, I hope this experience lives up to your dreams."

Silence settles for a few minutes as you stare out the window and watch the neon lights flash by, wondering where you could be zooming off to.

“I’m glad you got my letter," Elvis' voice pulls your attention back to him. You catch his eyes and offer a warm smile.

"I'm glad you wrote it."

"How come you ain’t wearing the necklace I boughtcha?”

You gasp, suddenly remembering its existence. You momentarily panic, patting around your body before reaching for your purse. You reach your hands inside and breathe a sigh of relief when your fingertips grasp onto diamonds. You must have dropped it in there absentmindedly when you decided to save Elvis from the Colonel.

“Oh…sorry, I couldn’t get it fastened by myself. Could you...?” you say, holding it out for him.

"It'd be my pleasure, darlin."

He takes the necklace gently from your grasp and you turn the best you can in the car. You pull your hair out of the way and wait patiently. His fingers drape the necklace around your throat, pulling it tightly against your skin. You gulp against the jewels, your eyes fluttering closed. You breathe tightly when his fingers tickle the skin of your neck and shoulders as he fastens the choker. He tugs on the necklace to tighten it, pulling almost too tight but loose enough that you can still breathe. He secures it into place. His fingers linger on your skin for just a moment until the car rolls to a stop and you pull away.

Someone opens your door but the minute you step out, you’re blinded by the flash of cameras going off in every direction. You squint and hold a hand up to shield your eyes. Elvis has already made his way over to you. His strong arm snakes around your back and pushes you forward even though you can barely see. You follow his lead up the stairs and into the building, the paparazzi shouting behind you.

As soon as you step inside, you breathe a sigh of relief at the silence and calm of the high-quality restaurant you’re now standing in. The hosts all seem to know Elvis and escort you both to a table at the top of a balcony overlooking the rest of the restaurant. There are no other tables set up in the area although you notice some chairs stacked in the corner. You get seated and pick up a menu.

“I really am glad you came tonight, princess. I didn't know for sure that you would,” he says and you glance over at him.

“I’m glad too. And I want to apologize for my behavior, too. I was also being childish and stupid," you remember Jerry's advice to you. "I should be more patient with you and more direct."

He waves his hand dismissively.

“You ain't got nothing to apologize for, sugar. I’m the one who’s been an arrogant ass for the whole of our relationship. But I want that to change,” he says.

Your gaze snaps up to his as his hands slide underneath your palms, grasping your fingers. He gently slides his thumbs over your knuckles with a smile.

“I hope this sets us on the right track," he continues. "And it’ll give us some time to get to know each other.”

“I hope so, too."

The waiter arrives to take your drink orders and just as quickly leaves to fulfill them. As you both settle in to peruse the menus, you glance up at him and smile. His eyebrows are furrowed as he concentrates on the menu. Your fingers absentmindedly reach up to touch the choker on your neck. It's hard to believe but there you are, in a restaurant in plain sight wearing a choker with the letters EP proudly on display for everyone to see.

It hits you that the paparazzi have taken snaps of you in it and that they're probably wondering who you are. What if you see your face on the front of a tabloid in the morning? Oh well, there’s little you can do to avoid it now. You agreed to wear the necklace and, to be perfectly honest, you don’t really want to take it off. The idea that everyone, even complete strangers, can see that you belong to Elvis Presley makes your heart soar with pride.

The waiter delivers your drinks, takes your food orders, and leaves you in silence. As soon as they leave, you place your menu down and lean forward across the table.

"So, Mr. Presley, what would you like to know about me?” you ask.

He takes a deep breath and considers you for a moment before speaking.

“What took ya so long?”

You tilt your head in confusion.

“What? I don’t understand.”

“What took ya so long to say what you wanted? I been waiting for you to say somethin, take an interest in this."

"I...didn't realize you wanted me to. I've never done this before. I just assumed you wanted me to wait for instructions, only do what you asked. I was waiting to be directed or told what to do. I was afraid I'd disappoint you if I did something that you didn't want me to."

"Trust me, princess. Nothin you could do would disappoint me. Cept I do wonder what you plan on doin with that black lingerie I sent you in the first package? I know you still got it."

"How could you possibly know that?" you shake your head with an embarrassed grin.

"I saw it peekin out of your bag one night. Why didn't you ever wear it?"

"I guess I was embarrassed. No one's ever gifted me lingerie before," you say with raised eyebrows, leaving out that you threw them in the trash amidst your rage.

"Hm," he says, rubbing his fingers along his chin. "Sounds like you been with boys, not men."

You can't help but smile as you feel heat creeping into your cheeks. You've certainly never been with someone who knew how to get you all shaken up like this.

"I do wish you was honest with me, though, from the start. Especially considerin how hard I had to fight to get ya here in the first place.”

You chuckle.

"What? Maybe I was just playing hard to get."

"Hard to get? Nah, baby girl, you was playin impossible to get. I thought I's gonna hafta send you a car or somethin."

"Oh god, no!" you both laugh. "Well, I'm glad I came when I did then."

The waiter returns with your food, placing the steaming plates before you. As they explain the dishes, you realize they have a slight accent and a thought pops into your head. Once the waiter has left, you bring it up to Elvis.

“Alright, my turn again. What were you and your manager arguing about?”

His eyes flick up and he stares at you for a moment before responding.

“Nah, it's nothin you should be worryin about.”

“Hey,” you reach out to touch his hand and his body freezes immediately at the feeling of your touch, “that’s part of what I’m here for, to support you. To be an outlet for you, right? Please tell me.”

His sea-blue eyes stare deeply into yours and the corner of his mouth twitches upward. He sighs and shrugs.

“I wanna take my tour internationally. I think the international crowd would really, really like to hear my stuff. We’ve sold millions of international records and I just…I wanna travel. I guess I got to travel to Germany when I did my service but that ain't what I mean. I wanna see places. Ya know, hit the sights, experience other cultures. I just wanna share my music with the world," his eyes are sparkling and you can't help but smile as you watch the passion light him up. His face falls when he utters the next sentence. "But Colonel’s worried about security and safety and all that.”

“Yeah, I overheard that. I also heard him say something about snow? What did he mean?”

“Ah, snow’s the Colonel’s word for money. It's...hard to explain."

“Well, for what it’s worth, I think you should just go for it. Just do it, with or without him. I know for a fact that your show would do wonderfully internationally. I hope you get to see all of those places someday.”

He smiles sweetly and digs into his plate. You continue the conversation, talking about what you’ve been up to in your own lives since you met for the first time at Russwood Park in 1956. Since you both pretty much know what Elvis has been up to, you’re the one who speaks for the majority of the conversation. You most definitely accidentally reveal too much personal information at more than one time during the conversation. As the restaurant starts to clear out in the late evening and you’ve finished your meals and dessert, the conversation turns more intimate. You find yourself a little woozy from the wine that you’ve been drinking and much more touchy than you were when you first arrived. You’re both leaning over to table to be closer to each other, your fingers intertwined as they rest on the table top.

“Can I...also ask why you were so worked up last night? About me making plans with Max, I mean. I did ask you if I could date other people and you said yes.”

“I did. And you can. There’s absolutely no reason that you shouldn’t. I just overreacted, that’s all. I didn’t realize you two were seein each other and I thought maybe he was botherin you or somethin.”

“You weren’t…" you tilt your head coyly, "jealous, were you?”

You stare across the table into his gaze, his bright blue eyes twinkling with amusement. His lids are closed ever so slightly, probably from the relaxation brought on by the entire bottle of wine you’ve shared, the majority being consumed by you. His lips are slightly parted and look extra red in the soft light of the candle flickering in the middle of the table. As you stare at him in this lighting, it once again hits you how handsome he is, how masculine and angular his features are. You gulp. He chuckles quietly and drops his gaze.

"You," he points his fork at you, "asked two questions in a row, darlin. My turn."

You bite your lip and return to your dinner.

"What made you decide to come?"

"What to Vegas?"

"Yeah, what made you finally say yes?"

"Oh," you're taken aback by his question that you, truthfully, don't know the answer to. "I'm not sure, actually. I guess..."

You pause, thinking over the events. Money, of course, but you both know that's not a good enough reason to move your whole life for him. What was it...curiosity? Temptation? You know he wants an answer but your brain is tying itself in knots.

"I really don't know," you finally say, although you can feel that's not quite it. "I'm sorry. I wish I had a better answer for you. But I don't."

He nods, wrapping up his napkin and placing it on the table.

“Well, I think we got our fill tonight? Of food, at least,” he smirks at you and your heart flutters.

“Absolutely, Mr. Presley. Dinner was incredible and the limo and everything…I can’t thank you enough,” you respond.

He stands and holds out his hand for you. You take it and he helps you out of your seat. Surprisingly, you manage to avoid the paparazzi on the way out, although you don't miss Elvis' warm hand on your back as he guides you down the stairs.

“I's thinkin maybe I could show you my room when we get back. I’d sorta like ya to see where I live,” he says once you're securely in the car. You brighten up.

“I’d love that! I think it's really cool to see someone's bedroom. It really shows you who they are on the inside, when no one else is around, you know?"

He chuckles and you wonder what could possibly be in store for you. When you arrive back at the hotel, you repeat the same process of getting out and making your way upstairs to Elvis' room. In the lobby, you veer off toward the elevators but Elvis catches your wrist at the last second and pulls you in the opposite direction.

“Where are we going?” you ask.

“You’ll see.”

He pulls you along into a narrow hallway, probably a passage for the hotel staff. You walk until you reach an elevator at the end of the hall. It looks quite old and not in very good shape but it’s an elevator nonetheless. When it opens, Elvis gestures for you to enter first so you walk into the space and the doors close behind you.

When the elevator doors reopen, you find yourself walking into a secluded hallway, no noises anywhere to be heard. You glance at Elvis and he gestures to the floor in front of you. He leads you toward the penthouse room and smirks at you as he opens the door.

Your eyebrows immediately shoot up as you step into what seems to be the living room. All of the furniture is of the best quality, velvet and marble, manufactured in royal colors like red, blue, and gold. All of the surface tops are shined to perfection and glinting impossibly bright. There are decorations on the walls like gold records, framed photographs, awards, and other objects which look expensive. You laugh in awe as you enter the room further, turning in circles to see everything you possibly can.

“Holy shit…” you mutter to yourself.

“What do you think?” Elvis asks as he closes the door behind him.

He enters the room and stands beside you as you take in everything you’re looking at. Each object in the room screams wealth and power and influence.

“It’s incredible! I’ve never seen anything like it in my life,” you reply, glancing up at the golden chandelier above your head.

“Good," he says. You freeze when his fingers snake around your waist. He leans down, his wet lips tickling your ear as he whispers. "I got somethin even better to show you. Somethin very special, just for you, princess.”

You turn your head just slightly until your cheeks are gently brushing together. Your eyes flutter closed as his warm breath ghosts over your cheeks. Your chest aches with anticipation and you can barely inhale, overcome with temptation.

“Would you like to see it?” he whispers, holding his hand out for you.

Without even opening your eyes, you slide your hand into his. His fingers close around yours and he pulls back. When you finally look at him, you're blessed with his dark, drunk eyes and sexy smirk. He leads you through the majority of the apartment, crossing through several rooms including a second living room and a music room, until you finally arrive in front of a door in his bedroom.

The door is tall but skinny, painted red in contrast to the strikingly dark blue walls in the room. You glance over at him as he lifts a painting on the wall next to the door and retrieves a key from under it. You momentarily wonder what he could possibly be showing you. He glances back at you with a smirk and then holds a finger up to his lips and whispers a quiet “shhh”. You feel your insides flip and your lips part with a heavy breath.

Your eyes drop down to the key and remain on it, unwavering as he clicks the key into the lock, turns it, and then pushes the door open.

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mostspecialgirl · 1 year ago

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Insiders (2023) - redrawn from 2019

(rambling under the cut)

thank you tumblr for compressing my image down to disgusting crusty poop pixels on the app

i love to do a new big reference piece for my babies every few years, and the time has finally come due… and WOW !!! LOOK AT THAT IMPROVEMENT !!! everyone looks Normal And Alive and Non Bugeyed !!! everyone is a little less pasty white (im talking about you, tanith) !!! i think they all show a lil bit of nice personality in their faces now too which is lovely for me. i love to see my children happy. now to write about each of them

angelo’s line art has the least effort into it here and i was GONNA redraw him but honestly if anyone is going to look like a scrunkly little bug IT IS GOING TO BE HIM !!!!!! It’s been a minute since i’ve drawn his body-saws and on a whim i made them red AND !!! IT WORKS !!! I’M A FAN !!! i think he’s due for a main-outfit change though. not sure. i struggled with finding him a natural-looking skin color too because i’ve slowly made him as a person less undead-corpse-like and i think i’ve found a good spot. for now.

i pulled the perfect angora out of my mind and honestly i am shocked at what i have created. she looks so sweet and kind and innocent here (as she should) that to any unfamiliar observers you’d be hard pressed to tell she’s a big lazy gross vulgar piece of shit rat of a fishwoman. and that is EXACTLY how it should be. i have lost the plot for too long, giving her more sharp edges and a hunched back and wild expressions, but the standard angora really should be deceptively pretty. because that’s my girl.

Mila looks great as always. What more can I say? She’s always perfect. I had fun giving her lips for the first time!

AMPH … MY ADISHESHA … (slamming my fist down) I’ve finally perfected him… isn’t he pretty? isn’t he so pretty? I chose to draw him in his naga/incarnated form instead of the shadow form this time because i wasn’t lazy. I decided to throw a big coat on him, originally intended to be more lab coat-y, but influenced by how fucking cold it is outside i allowed myself to give him a big fur collared one. because if you can’t tell i love giving characters though. i think it worked out well for AMPH here, and now I have to be putting him in all sorts of cowls and capes until the end of time.

TANITH !!!!!!!! GGGGYRRRRAAAAHHHHH!!!! LOOK AT MY GIRL !!!!!!! I’M FERAL OVER THIS!!!!!! LOOK AT MY IMPROVEMENT !!!!!!! it’s been a hot minute since i’ve colored her, but i changed her palette in my mind a while ago AND looking at it here ? existing ? i’ve done it again. My lovely little sword daughter … i know i JUST doodled her but christ something was in the water here because SHE LOOKS SO GOOD. this is the best ive drawn any of them. i gave her some nice clothes this time instead of her usual big t-shirt because i realized i only gave her that in the past because i didn’t know how to draw clothes.

speaking of “best ive ever drawn any of them” somnus … THIS IS HIM … i’ve gotten close to capturing him in all the times i’ve drawn him but i think i’ve finally pinned him down here. and of course, he’s hitting the same pose as his wife because they’re cute like that. i ripped his colors straight from the solo reference piece i made for him a while back which has held up quite wonderfully.

FINALLY !!! SETH IS HERE !!! HE HAS ARRIVED IN PROPER INSIDERS GROUP ART !!! he looks pretty good here. i think he could still look BETTER, but for the purpose of having a nice group reference piece he looks pretty great i think. I struggled pinning down some colors for his clothes and was pretty lazy with the Purple Under His Hair That Glows BUT WHO CARES !!!! LOOKS GOOD TO ME !!! LOOK AT MY HANDSOME SON !!! i also decided to stick his full name on here that i’ve kept vaulted up for the reason that i’ve never had to put it anywhere before. if you know why he has “-zoe adamiel” as his chosen full name, congrats, you’re a huge fucking nerd.

eventually, i’m probably going to tack daisy, kane, sampi and demiurge onto the right side of this piece, but that’s for another day down the line. thanks for reading!

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dreamstormdragon · 2 years ago

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Mila OVERHAUL

So, as I started writing the story for Mila, her... original model/design just didn’t suit her anymore. As her character developed and changed, so did how I felt like she could be presented.

So, a compilation of her looks above, from her work duds, to her date outfit, to her “Queen of the Dark Ages” attire to her casuals.

Mila was originally going to be a lot more “chill” honestly. She was supposed to be the cool voice of reason, a pseudo therapist of sorts...

And then I realized, as me and Aileen rewatched the series, that was gonna go out the window FAST. Then it was she’s not involved in TOO many of the shenanigans...

Then I started writing the story and she basically grabbed the steering wheel and rammed it into the foot of the robot, because she was driving now and there was no going back.

Mila at the start of her story, makes it VERY CLEAR, where her line is...

“You can train him... BUT YOU’RE STUCK WITH ME TOO!” As she gives NO F’s, absolutely none. She will respect the Hyper Force but she is also there to make sure no one forgets Chiro is still thirteen years old.

She’s a fiery young woman, with a passion for plants, flower language and wanting to do her best... but she’s also oh so stressed out, all the time. Her brother is everything to her and she tends to prioritize his happiness over her own, every single time. Even if it’s to her detriment.

As I’m finishing the first arc of the story, I’m excited to tell, I began to think...

“She needs a revamp.”

So...

It was time for a massive overhaul.

Behold the redone Mila Hanamura!!!

Mila grew up a goth teen and she never quite lost her passion for the look, she just dresses a little more casual. “Casual Goth” as she calls it. She has multiple piercings in her left ear, she loves her, her fishnet gloves and combat boots. Though, if you ask her, she’s calmer than she was as a teenager.

Her revised work attire.

Not much has really changed, in terms of the outfit, except adding her piercings and her green nails of course. This is generally what she’s wearing when she’s working at her store, Hanamura’s Botanicals, a store that specializes in plants exclusively from Earth, cultivated using techniques her parents developed.

And then you have the side, no one really expected out of her and honestly, I was happy I got to keep this as part her characterization.

Mila originally had a band in her late teens and early 20′s, called Cosmic Void, they were a symphonic metal cover band, for the most part, as Mila grew up on Earth a huuuge fan of many artists and pop culture from there. When the family migrated to Shuggazoom, she kept her love of metal through and through and started her own band. However, eventually these dreams were pushed aside for something, she felt was far more important.

She had a love and a talent for it she nurtured but now she only sings for herself in private, or to her brother. She doesn’t play in a band anymore, so these clothes are brought out now as formal wear, as outside of yukata, it’s the only nice outfit she owns.

It also brings back a lot of nice memories for her.

And of course, what’s Mila Hanamura, without her Queen of the Dark Ages attire? This, will not change, no matter what. It’s just gotten worse. During Evil Ages, she’s whisked away to a world of knights and magic, almost as if it’s some kind of otome game...

But as a former teen nerd, she’s very good at playing her part well.

“Ara, ara... It’s almost like you’ve seen a ghost.”

I also redid her expressions, to be far more expressive than they were before. My favorite are “Angry” and “Surprised” as these tend to be her two moods, the fastest in story lol.

Namely because “Angry” is almost always followed by:

“NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT! ARE YOU CRAZY!?”

Or...

“CHIRO!!!!!”

She swore, she used to be a lot calmer, before the whole “Waking up the ancient robotic monkeys from their slumber” incident. Her stress levels have not been kind to this girl.

“Chiro, you are so lucky, you are such a good kid. Does the team KNOW how lucky they have it?”

“Sis, did you look at the old pictures of your goth days again? Like the extreme goth?”

“I just remembered the time, I skipped town to go to a concert and made our parents worry. Oh I was TROUBLE.”

“So I’m told!”

And all together, to show how many sides this girl has to her.

Goodness, gracious it’s been wonderful to be back writing for SRMTHFG again, I’ve missed it a lot. It’s been so much fun developing this story and reimagining a story, that’s near and dear to my heart, to also include some new stories within it. I’m excited to share more of Mila and her bond with her brother and the other members of the team in due time.

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EDIT TIME!! I found this pic and was like, gonna edit Mila in this 🥺💖💖💖 (Paimon telling Mila about the adventures she had with Diluc and Lumine 🥺)

#Paimon likes Mila a lot so whenever she lumine and diluc fight monsters she has to tell mila about it!!#Paimom pls they're on a date 😭#but thats okay mila likes hearing about her mans day hehehehe 💖💖💖#also a little outfit change for mila!!#she has two outfit changes now :D #anyways this was super cute to edit 💖💖💖#my art #sona #genshin impact #🌸 flowers and flames 🔥

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years ago

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OK I GOT 5 HOURS OF SLEEP LAST NIGHT WHICH IS PRETTY OK IG (I did stay up to read the fic-) BOTH MY TESTS WENT LIKE SHIT, I HAD AN ANXIETY ATTACK IN PROGRAMMING CLASS BECAUSE BY TEACHER IS A LITTLE SHIT WHO KEPT ON YELLING AT ME WHEN I DIDN'T UNDERSTAND SOMETHING AND I SPENT LUNCH ALONE BUT AT LEAST NOW IM ALONE WITH MY LAPTOP SO YAYAYAYYA

first of all, this chapter right here is my comfort chapter from now on. i said what i said. I will be rereading it again and again just because i can. it was PERFECTION

here's me going crazy at 2 am yesterday.

MAGNUS' CHAPTER

LET'S GO LET'S GO LET'S GO

AHHHHHHH IT'S THEIR ANNIVERSARY

SCREAM

alec shaved his beard because it made him look older

RAFAEL WAS SO UPSET AFTER THE MEXICO ATTACK BECAUSE OF ANJALI RIGHT??

magnus and alec are the oblivious parents istg

“Are you decent?” Max yelled. “I don’t want to be traumatized again.”

“Hey! We agreed not to talk about that!” Alec yelled back.

Im not even surprised at this point

“Happy anniversary, bapa!” Rafael kissed him on the cheek and handed him the flowers.

“Where are my flowers?” Alec asked.

Rafael plucked a rose from the bouquet and threw it at Alec. “Here you go.”

“Thanks, son,” Alec mumbled.

IM WHEEZING

DAVID BAKES

“David made it,” Max said shyly. "

Oh,” Alec replied and then shrugged. “Well, the icing could be a little sweeter I think.”

Ever since Max started dating, Alec had become incredibly protective. Alec liked David of course – it was impossible to find someone who didn’t. But that didn’t mean Alec approved.

And it didn’t help that the blond boy was absolutely terrified of Alec.

ALEC STOP TEASING HIM

THE BOY IS ALREADY SCARED

“I don’t know,” Alec analysed the card. “David used too much glitter.”

“Since when do you have a problem with excessive glitter?” Max demanded.

ALEC

“I didn’t use him!” Max huffed. “He was thoroughly compensated for his efforts!”

“Compensated how?” Alec asked.

“Uh,” Max said. “With donuts.”

when i saw donuts i immediately thought of rose and luisa from jtv

iykyk

but should i continue the show? i got tired of jane continuously embarrasing herself

“You expect us to follow rules?” Alec asked in surprise. “In our own home? On our anniversary?”

The warlock boy grinned wickedly before leaning close to Alec.

“You better do it, or I will tell everyone about your secret,” Max whispered.

Alec blinked at that.

the secret...

I DONT LIKE HOW MANY THINGS POPPED INTO MY HEAD

is highschool musical that bad? i havent watched it. should i?

what if i cried

i just wanna hug alec??? but i cant say it'll be ok because it wont

“Is that why you are not attending?” Magnus grinned at his friend. “Or is it because you are terrified of Georgia?”

“That child is the reincarnation of Christopher Lightwood!” Ragnor complained. “I heard she made explosives out of demon ichor! Who makes explosions out of demon ichor?”

RAGNOR IS PROBABLY GETTING FLASHBACKS

THESE STUPID FUCKING BITCHES

how tf do you think we have survived huh??

medicine that's how

vaccines, anti biotics and what not

stop being close-minded and fucking do it

ok i know the risk is great

BUT OTHERWISE THEY ALL DIE

it was different for warlocks. The Shadow World was their universe. The nephilim kept it safe. At one point in their lives, they had learned to coexist with them, out of necessity and out of obligation.

And now here they were – working together in the name of friendship and love.

how things change...

what

say what

the causes are what

ok let's not jump to conclusions

im fucking crying wtf

alec doesnt deserve this shit

all he's done is make the world a better place

hes worked so hard on this

RAZIEL CAN GO FUCK HIMSELF

what am i supposed to say to my parents if one of them comes to check on me and im sitting here crying at 2 am

He didn’t want to believe in a reality that would punish Alec. Alec who only wanted to do what is good and right.

Alec was who was losing his hope and strength every passing day. Alec who was struggling. Alec who was turning to desperate measures to cope with all the stress.

please alec

no please

THE ANGELS ARE BITCHES

Because if Magnus found out Raziel was the one causing all this pain for Alec, he would march up to heaven and set the bastard on fire himself.

AND I'LL GO WITH HIM

KNEW THE SPY WAS LIVVY

AWW RAGNOR LIKES SELENA THATS SO SWEET

blue and gold

STOP IT IM CRYING AGAIN

The shadowhunter was a good influence on him. Magnus hoped Alec would see it sooner rather than later.

HUH

HUHU

HUH

omg

GIGI GETTING A SIBLING

“Max isn’t allowed to do a lot of things,” Magnus chuckled. “But he does them anyway.”

thats my boi

GASP

]THE NECKLACE

rafael is growing into the consul voice

they grow up so fast

nope nope he's still the little 5 year old

voice cracking what do you mean he's 20

im glad hes happy with mila. or is he...?

Magnus had deduced as much. Alec lived in his beautifully oblivious world. But Magnus noticed.

He noticed the hickeys. He noticed the late-night visits. He noticed the tense phone calls.

well thank god there's at least one non-oblivious person (alec i love you so much but you are very very oblivious)

“What’s stopping you then?” Magnus asked.

"2554 miles,” Rafael chuckled sadly.

me with all my online friends

probably more miles

Magnus tried to do the math but promptly gave up.

But Alec did lie though. Magnus pushed the thought away.

NOT NOW

LET ME LIVE IN PEACEFUL OBLIVION

HUSH

“Except melt it?” Rafael chuckled.

“Yes,” Magnus chuckled back. “As you can see, the bar is extremely low in the Lightwood family.”

AHHIUCCDSKUHDCV

i have no clue what the words describing the outfit are

time to google

OK PRETTY

Fifteen years. Fifteen years of loving and Alec still made his heart stutter.

dont do this to me right now I WILL CRY

“What the hell?” Max exclaimed. “Why are you all dressed up?”

“In case you haven’t noticed, it’s my anniversary,” Alec chuckled.

Max-

Fifteen years. Fifteen years and Magnus still took Alec’s breath away.

HJCSDHJBJDHSGCDYGJVVC JHVDFYMJ

it's not funny MY EYES ARE WATERING

“Bapak is a good looking one in the family,” Rafael pointed out. “You are the chaotic one and I am the smart one.”

“What am I then?” Alec asked dryly. “A sack of potatoes?”

“You’re the sexy one,” Magnus grinned. “A sexy sack of potatoes.”

yes.

Alec grinned back and leaned forward. Magnus put his hands around Alec’s neck and kissed him. He kissed Alec with all the love he had inside his heart.

Just like the first time. Just like the hundredth time. Just like the thousandth time.

Because with Alec, every kiss mattered. Every single one.

muffled sob

“Stop making out, oh my god!” Max groaned.

Magnus sensed a pillow coming their way but Rafael caught it before it hit them.

“Max, stop!” Rafael scolded. “You will wrinkle dad’s suit and ruin bapak’s hair! I spent hours ironing both!”

why is max me when i see people display affection in front of me

ALSO RAFAEL HKUIUIDCSKIHUDFVHJDFVHU

“They are here,” Rafael said. “You two better look exactly the way you did when I left with Max or I will raise hell.”

IM SCREAMING

Selena was wearing a blue crop top with the words “MIND YOUR OWN UTEREUS” written in gold.

i need that top

DAVID'S SHIRT IS THE COLOR OF MAX'S MAGIC

AHH ISABELLE DOESNT KNOW SHE'S PREGNANT YET

The argument of “who gave the best gift” had started when Jace and Izzy had gotten drunk on vodka. It didn’t help that Alec had gotten drunk as well. All three Lightwood siblings had then proceeded to have an argument about who had the best spouse. The whole night had been drunken chaos. Magnus, Clary and Simon had let them have it since the Lightwood siblings had a tendency to carry the world on their shoulders even when nobody asked them. They rarely ever let loose ever since their worlds had plunged into sickness and demon attacks. Especially Alec. So, Magnus had let his husband be that 18-year-old boy again. The boy who got drunk and fought with his siblings and sang songs about Magnus’ pretty eyes.

OH MY GOD THE CHAOS

Georgia considered that. “I’m not allowed to melt it, right?”

“No,” they all replied in chorus.

LET GIGI MELT IT

SELENA IM SO PROUD OF YOU

“Dad,” Max said. “Can you keep a picture of me wearing this necklace in your office?”

“Why?” Rafael asked.

“I think it will piss off the boomers,” Max giggled.

“Nice!” Lexi grinned. “A downworlder wearing a shadowhunter heirloom? They will lose their heads. Uncle Alec, you must do it.”

“I will do you one better. I will hang a tapestry,” Alec chuckled.

YASSS I CANT WAIT FOR THE SHADOWHUNTERS TO BE PISSED

AWW THEY DIDNT KNOW THE NECKLACE USED TO BELONG TO MAGNUS

he actually gave to camille first-

Why couldn’t this boy just cause chaos during his travel year like the rest of them? Why did he actually study and do his research as recommended?

why would you NOT study and research during your travel year????

oh shit

well well well

david bby stfu

i love you but pls stop speaking for all our sakes

“Holy shit,” Max said. “It is expensive then!”

“Don’t pawn the ruby!” Rafael warned.

MAX NO-

OH THE STONE COMES FROM EDOM

oh no

pls dont fight

oh so i was wrong about magus confronting him from that snippet

all you need to know is im sobbing right now and grammarly is the only thing making this coherent

dont mind me just

NO I FORGOT ABOUT MAX AND DAVID

GET BACK IN THE ROOM YOU IDIOTS

don't do this to me at 3 am

OK THE DILF PART

thank you for adding light into my life again

(me while editing this: today really isn't my day huh? i just slipped in rainwater outside my balcony because I heard rain and ran there. now my knee and back hurt and I think I sprained (?) my toe-

ANYWAY

wait im gonna go check out the rain and then continue editing this

ok i got bored of the rain)

that made me laugh through my tears

“Objectively good looking?” Jace snorted. “Excuse you, but my parabatai is smoking hot! He is a freaking prize, okay? If we had a magazine for hot shadowhunters, you would be on the cover page. Every single issue.”

“Okay, that’s enough!” Alec interrupted. “Magnus, are you happy? Now all my friends have told me I am pretty.”

“I said smoking hot,” Jace corrected.

“We are not being biased,” Clary pointed out. “It is the general consensus, Alec.”

“It’s true,” Lexi said. “So many people have asked me for your number, Uncle Alec. And I would have given it to them if I wasn’t worried about being turned into a marshmallow.”

LEXI DUHDUGHUDFCUHKVDFUIKFDU

“Dad, I don’t know why you are so worried,” Max said in a bored tone. “You’re a told DILF.”

David choked on his champagne and Jace patted him on the back.

“What the hell is a DILF?” Alec demanded.

“Oh, I know this one!” Jace said excitedly. “It means Dashing and Irresistible Looking Father. Max is right, you are a total DILF.”

“Mr. Herondale-” David raised a hand.

“I heard one of the shadowhunters in their travel year calling me a DILF too,” Jace said proudly.

THAT IS NOT WHAT DILF MEANS OH MY GOD

“It’s not a rumour,” Selena spoke up and passed her phone. “There is a group chat at Scholomance just to thirst after you.”

add me to it

ALL THE COMMENTS I CANT BREATHE

“Alec Lightwood can run me over with a Maserati and I would thank him.”

“Give me that,” Izzy grabbed the phone and started giggling. “Petition for Consul Alec Lightwood-Bane to stab me with his mortal sword.”

“Isabelle!” Alec hissed, cheeks flaming. “Stop it!”

“I want one!” Jace grabbed the phone now. “By the Angel!”

“Read it!” the kids yelled in chorus.

“I would gladly let Consul Lightwood-Bane inspect my mortal instruments,” Jace chuckled and threw the phone at David.

David shook his head vehemently and threw it at Max.

“My body is just a hole for Alec Lightwood,” Max read out loud and started laughing so hard that he fell off his chair.

Lexi grabbed the phone and giggled. “I want the Consul to strip off my runes among other things.”

She passed the phone to Gigi, who looked at the phone and look at Alec.

“Uncle Alec,” the girl said. “This person wants you to crush them with your massive archer arms.”

“Give me that,” Rafael grabbed it now. “Aw, this one is a classic, dad. Alec Lightwood turned me gay.”

He threw the phone at Simon, who stared the screen and looked up. “Uh, I don’t think I can read this one out loud in front of the kids.

“Is this the one about the basement?” Selena chuckled and Simon nodded.

WHAT'S THE BASEMENT ONe

TELL ME

AWW GIGI AND LEXI PUTTING MAKEUP ON DAVID AND MAX RECORDING IT

google translator time

oooo Rafael's gonna talk with Mila

Magnus you're such a good father

seriously

“Sometimes things are just sad. So, you need to let yourself be sad.”

YES

SAY IT LOUDER

THEY ARE UNDER THE BED

AHHH MAX AND DAVID

DAVID CALLED HIM MY ANGEL IN FRENCH

Alec and Magnus hiding under the bed and spying on them is just-

Jace had tried to give Max the shovel talk and had gotten a little too emotional.

of course, he did smh I love him so much

“David doesn’t need a shovel talk,” Alec smiled. “He knows what would happen to him if he hurts my son.”

David gulped. “You will throw me into the silent city?”

“I will ask me husband to portal you to hell,” Alec said – Consul Voice. “We have relatives there.”

the beloved relatives yes

“Goodnight,” Jace gave them a salute. “Have fun inspecting Magnus’ mortal instruments.”

JACE

OH SO THE QUESTION WAS ABOUT SMOKING

damn it

oh my god guys he said he'll stop smoking

just lemme have this moment

my boy's lungs will be intact

HIS LUNGS WILL BE OK

“I can’t wait to see all the messages on the chat after that,” Magnus giggled.

Alec looked up. “I’m more than a tall glass of water, Magnus!”

SCREAMING

In his dream, he saw them again. But they weren’t smiling this time.

what

wait

THE PROPHETIC DREAMS

nope nope nope

Nah I don't know what you're talking about

haha

damn, I think I really hurt my back...

OK BUT THE IMMORTALITY ANGST???? WAS SO SO GOOD???? I know it makes me cry but is it bad that I'm always so excited for angst written by you because of HOW GOOD it is????

"When I die I will love you from my grave" I NEED THIS ON MY FOREHEAD OH MY GOD I LOVE THESE TWO SO SO MUCH

alright I need to get something for my back and my knee (I'm home alone so this will be fun)

OK, I THINK THE NEXT CHP WILL BE ANJALI'S POV I JUST FEEL IT!!! I miss my girl so much I hope she's doing ok. Jaime too...

I'm rereading all of these chapters after chapter 10 because why not. Bye!!

OKAY I AM GLAD YOU LIKED IT BUT I AM ALSO DEEPLY WORRIED ABOUT YOUR HEALTH.

I hope your knee and back feels better soon!

also fuck that teacher yelling something doesn't make people understand it any better ugh dumb piece of shit anyway screw that person.

I hope you get some good rest and recovery from this rollercoaster of a day.

Take care!

#lbaf

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Miraculous: Rise of Anatis 60

And that's a wrap on my season 3!!! I really hope you guys like this chapter. At the very least, I hope it's better than the actual miracle queen episode. I'm happy that I even got to work in some lore as well :D anyway, I'll be starting on my 'season four' which have a few oc akumas and other season 3 akumas I haven't used yet. It will also explore the guardians and their history and of course, we'll be seeing more of Mila and the Western holders. Speaking of them, two of them are characters in the actual show so feel free to guess who they might be. Will these heroes be returning? Maybe but they might not necessarily be wearing those miraculous again. Also I will be drawing up their designs at some point. Anyway, the next chapter will be one of the OC akumas, Neon Queen. Should be fun to see how that goes.

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Chapter Sixty: Miracle Queen (2/2)

~The Guardian's Temple~

Mila opened her eyes as she looked up at the sky. She was laid on the ground underneath a cherry blossom tree. She sat up and glanced around, making a frown as she did. She could see the entrance to the guardian's temple on her right, making her frown even more as she realized where she was. She hadn't been here in over three hundreds years. She slowly got up and looked at the tree before walking over to it's trunk and placing her hand on it, holding back tears as she did. The last time she had seen it was the day before her beloved was killed. The two of them considered this tree their special place. It was where their love had formed. They spoke underneath it's leaves and spend their nights gazing at the stars in it's branches. Her beloved had even asked her to marry him here. She quickly wiped her tears from her cheeks as she shook her head. No, this wasn't the real tree. That had been buried, along with the temple a century ago. This was a dream but why was she dreaming of it? She hadn't dreamt of this place in decades so why now? What had changed? Her eyes snapped open as she heard the soft sound of someone playing a pipa nearby. She looked over and saw a young man, barely in his twenties. His hair was long and dark in color with a silver ribbon tied to part of it. He wore a blue tang shirt with silver detail and light gray pants. His legs had bandages over them and he wore black shoes while he wore dark blue gloves that were elbow length and fingerless on his hands. He was sat near the tree, gently playing the pipa with his eyes closed. He slowly came to a stop and opened them, revealing they were silver in color as Mila stared in shock. He smiled softly, putting the pipa down and walking over to her as tears filled her eyes.

"T-Tóutāi..." She gasped as he stood in front of her. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she covered her mouth, trying to hold back a sob.

"Don't not cry, my flower," He whispered, cupping her face with his hand. She leaned into it as he wiped her tears away with his thumb.

"This can't be real..." She gasped, looking up at him. "This is just a dream..."

"Maybe," He smiled, making her chuckle. "Or maybe it isn't,"

"Either way, I don't want to wake," She whispered as he gently pressed his forehead against hers. "I have missed you, beloved... but how are you in my dreams? I thought that traitor had permanently killed you,"

"The time for answers will come soon enough, my flower," He whispered back, making her frown but at the same time, she didn't mind. He always was cryptic. She guess it came with been the celestial guardian. "For now, I must relay an important task to you... for you are the only one currently protected by my magic,"

"What is it, my love?" She asked, looking up at him.

"The balance is in danger," He stated, making her blink. "The moth has made a deadly move in the game he plays and without help, the children of creation and destruction will lose themselves to the song of the fox. The time to step from the shadows is now, my flower. Help them,"

"Tóutāi... I don't know if I can..." She gasped, looking down. "I'm not the same woman you fell in love with..."

"Of course you are," He stated, gently pressing his hand over her heart. Mila gasped softly as she felt all the love and hope he felt for her. "You are still the brave and determined woman I fell in love with. They need your help,"

"I'll do what I can," She whispered before pressing her lips to his. He cupped her face as he kissed back before they pulled away. "Goodbye, beloved,"

Tóutāi gave her a sad smile as the scene around them began to fade around them, causing everything to disappear including him.

~Mila's Office, Paris~

Mila opened her eyes as she came around from her dream. She sat up and glanced around, frowning as she heard the sound of a flute playing. She walked over to the window and glanced outside, gasping as she saw everyone around her just stood eerily still. They were staring with glowing orange eyes, making her frown deeply. This must be what Tóutāi had warned her about. However, she wasn't affected by it. Tóutāi had given her a flower necklace on their wedding day as a gift. He had explained that he had enchanted it to protect her from anyone's magic. She had never taken it off, even after his death. She placed her hand around it, mentally thanking him before she turned on her heel. She noticed her phone had a missed call, causing her to pick it up and dial voicemail. She hit play to listen to it.

"Mistress, it's Renée. Um you told me to report in if I ever came across Anatis. Well, I just did. He seemed nic-" The sound of a flute caused her to cut off, causing Mulan to frown before she heard the phone drop and it hung up. Renée and Elise had been at the Grand Paris Hotel for the anniversary of Mr and Mrs Rossi. Their daughter, Lila, had invited them to it and they decided to go since they wanted to kill time before they went to Anatis' medal ceremony in the evening. She was also planning to attend but now she had to deal with this situation. She hung up her phone and walked over to her desk. She sat down and pressed several hidden panels that caused a secret draw to pop open, revealing a circular box with the symbol of the guardians on it. She took it out and opened the lid, revealing a layer inside that was split into sessions. From the out section, she took out the cuff links and the key chain. She placed them in little boxes that resembled the miracle box. She then took all three of the miraculous from the center section, She placed two of them into the small boxes but placed the bracelet on her wrist, causing a kwami to manifest as it changed to a simple gold chain. It was light blue and green in color and resembled an octopus. It opened her eyes and blinked at her before bowing.

"Master Mulan, it is a honor to see you again," She stated, making her bow back.

"It is good to see you again, Kraak but I require your help," She stated as it nodded before she held up her wrist. "Kraak, Unleash!"

Kraak got sucked into her bracelet, transforming it into a bracelet that resembled tentacles. Mila swiped her hand over her face, creating a mask that resembled tentacles and changing her eye color to lilac color before throwing her hands up in the air. A light blue light spread from her fingers, creating her outfit and shoes. She wore a high neck vest with no sleeves that was turquoise blue in color and loose turquoise green pants that were tied at her knees. Armored panels appeared on her shoulders and hips before a blue belt appeared around her waist. She had turquoise blue fingerless gloves on and her vest had a deep blue zipper. Her hair turned into a midnight blue shade and was styled into a bun with strands of hair by the side of her head. A tentacle shaped tiara appeared on her head and a flexible claw appeared on her hip before finally her shoes manifested, completing her transformation. She grabbed the boxes and placed them into her pockets before going into a different draw and grabbing a handful of ear plugs. She shoved them in her pockets as well before going over to the window and jumping out. She took out her weapon and used it to swing through the city. She landed on a building and stopped as she narrowed her eyes. On the street below was Anatis and Lady Noir but they were walking calming and ignoring everyone who was stood staring. She jumped down and landed in front of them before glancing at them. Like the other citizens, their eyes were glowing orange, making her frown. However, they completely ignored her and walked past her. She grabbed Anatis but to her surprise, he grabbed her arm and slammed her into the ground before walking off. She got back up and frowned deeply. If she hadn't been wearing a miraculous, he would have broken her arm. She threw her claw back up and made her way across the rooftops as they continued to walk through the street. She narrowed her eyes as she determined how to neutralize them. However, a shiver went down her spine, causing her to look around. There was no one around but she felt someone nearby. To her surprise, a feeling overtook her, telling her not to attack them but to find others for the miraculous she grabbed to help wake them up. Somehow, she knew that she wouldn't get close enough to use her ability on them on her own. She looked down at the heroes who were still walking through the street before sighing and jumping across to the Grand Paris hotel where Elise and Renée should be. She landed on the roof and walked across before noticing the two girls stood by the pool, staring into space. She rushed out and placed her hands on Renée's shoulders.

"Renée?" She gasped as the girl just stared with the same glowing eyes. She looked over at Elise who was doing the same before taking a deep breathe and placing her hand on Renée's forehead. "Mind break,"

Renée suddenly gasped as the orange in her eyes shattered and disappeared before she stepped back and looked around as Mila moved over to Elise and repeated the ability, waking her up as well.

"Mistress?" She asked as Elise blinked and looked around. "What happened?"

"There's an akuma who's put everyone under some sort of spell," She explained, taking out a couple of ear plugs and giving them to the two girls. "It's the music so wear these,"

"Yes, Mistress," Renée replied as they nodded and took some from her. They placed them in their ears before Mila took out two of the boxes in her pockets. "Mistress?"

"Renée, this is the miraculous of the Wyvern," She stated, giving the box to the girl. "And Elise, this is the miraculous of the Penguin. I need you both to go and distract Lady Noir and Anatis while I go find two others to help us with this mission,"

"Why are we distracting them?" Renée asked as she took the box and put on the jacket earring. A green dragon like kwami manifested, causing her to smile. "Hello, Vernn,"

"Miss Renée! It is my honour to see you again,"

"They have been affected by this akuma and seem to be heading somewhere that I fear will lead to their doom," Mila explained as Elise took the box from her and opening it. A small penguin like kwami manifested as she put the cuff links into her sleeves. "I just need you to distract them but if you are able to restrain them then do so but please be careful. They are been mind controlled,"

"We'll be careful," Elise replied before transforming into her hero look. She looked like a magician, wearing a black tail coat over a white shirt and full length black pants. Her hair turned black with white strips and her iris turned white while her scleras turned black. A half black and half white mask appeared over her eyes and a wand appeared in her hand. She placed it on her back as Renée transformed as well. Her outfit was a one piece suit with a tail coat over it. The tail on the coat resembled a dragon's tail and it was green in color. Her main suit was the same dark green but had a light green section across her stomach and chest. Her hair turned green as well and a scaled mask appeared over her eyes as they became lizard like before her boots and gloves appeared. Finally a sword appeared by her side, completing her transformation.

"Let's go," She declared before jumping off with Elise as Mila went her own way. The two landed on a building near the Louvre Museum. They glanced around at everyone who was just stood eerily still before they noticed Lady Noir and Anatis walking past everyone, completely ignoring them. "There they are,"

Elise nodded and jumped down with Renée. landing in front of the heroes. The two of them stopped and stared at the newcomers with blank expressions but before they could do anything else, Anatis' eyes widen as if surprised before they flickered back to blue. He gripped his head as if he had a headache, making the two girls look at each other as Lady Noir just stared at them. Elise took a step forward.

"Anaits?" She gasped as he gasped before the sound of the flute got louder, making them both frown. It seemed to over take his mind again as his hands dropped from his head before he reopened his eyes. The blue faded back to orange and he took out his yoyo, spinning it. Lady Noir took out her baton as they both got into a fighting stance. Elise held up her hands as Renée held out her sword. "Please, we don't want to fight you,"

Renée pulled her back and blocked Anatis' yoyo with her sword as he tried to hit her with it. Lady Noir charged at Elise, causing her to block her baton with her wand. Anatis grabbed Renée's art and reached for her miraculous but she stomped his foot and knocked him back as Elise dodged Lady Noir's attack. Anatis growled and went to throw up his yoyo.

"Lu-" He went to declare but Renée kicked him, stopping him from summoning his lucky charm before she tried to grab his yoyo. He jumped back and dodged her as she charged at him. Meanwhile, Lady Noir threw Elise into a building. She held out her hand and was about to summon her cataclysm, causing Elise to try and crawl away from her but before she could, a figure jumped down in front of her.

"Fire Phoenix!" He declared, causing his form to become in engulfed in flames that blinded the heroine, causing her to gasp and stumble back as she covered her eyes, hissing. Anatis knocked Renée back and turned to charge at the newcomer but he suddenly gripped his head again as his eyes flickered back to blue, causing the newcomer to gasp. "Anatis!"

Anatis groaned as he stepped back but like the first time, the music increased and his eyes turned back orange. He titled his head to the side and charged at the newcomer, spinning his yoyo. Renée rushed over and helped Elise to her feet before they blocked Lady Noir's attack as she had recovered. She hissed and tried to scratch as the newcomer tried to block Anatis' attack with his fans. He managed to knock back the hero before going in front the attack.

"Guys! Hold your breathe!" A voice shouted, causing the group to look confused as a girl in an outfit that looked like a skunk summoned what appeared to be some sort of grenade. She threw it inbetween Anatis and Lady Noir, causing it go release a pink smoke. Elise, Renée and the other hero covered their mouths as Anatis jumped back, also covering his mouth but Lady Noir moved too late. To their surprise, she slumped to the ground as the smoke cleared. The girl jumped down and gave everyone a sweet smile as they took her in. She was wearing a black and white romper with a slash across her hips that resembled a tail. She had black knee high boots on and black tights with white details. Her hair was short and spiky and she had elbow length gloves on that were half black and half white. It was black with white tips in highlights and her eyes were an aquamarine color. On top of her head were two animal ears and she had a black mask over her eyes. "Hi, I'm Aroma,"

"Phénix rouge," The boy who set himself on fire stated, nodding sternly. Now that they could see him, they saw he was wearing dark red trousers with a matching waistcoat and an orange shirt. On his waist coat, he had a brooch pinned to it and his hair was bright yellow. In fact, it appeared to be glowing. His boots were dark red and knee length and his eyes were orange. Like the others, he had a mask across his eyes. It was orange and yellow, similar to a sunset. He had black fingerless gloves on hands and his fans were hooked onto his hips. He had his arms crossed and looked moody as he glanced around at Elise and Renée. "Who are you two?"

"I'm Dame," Renée replied, getting a nod of everyone.

"And I'm Snowbird!" Elise smiled as Mila jumped down and joined them. "Mistress!"

Mila held up her hand and looked around before turning her attention to the still unconscious Lady Noir. However, Anatis had managed to get away. She frowned to herself before walking over and placing her hand on the heroine's head, closing her own eyes.

"Mind Break," She declared, causing her hand to glow blue again before Lady Noir's eyes snapped open. The orange in them shattered and disappeared, causing them to return to their normal form as Mila let go.

"Annie!" She cried out before she looked around and saw the group. She instantly jumped up and held out her baton. "Who the hell are you guys and where is Anatis?!"

"Lady Noir, my name is Koro," Mila stated, walking forward. "These are my students. Phénix rouge, Dame, Snowbird and Aroma. As for Anatis... he escaped before we could free him,"

"Free him?" Lady Noir asked, blinking as she noticed all expect Koro were wearing earbuds. She then looked around panicked as she realized that she had no idea how she got to the Louvre. They had been in Master Fu's apartment and were just about to leave when they heard a flute then she woke up her. Her eyes widen in fear as she realized that they must have been under the spell of who ever is playing the flute. She put her baton away and turned to leap away but Koro grabbed her shoulder, making her look at her. "I need to to find Anatis! He's-"

"Still under the spell I know," She replied, making Lady Noir frown. "We're coming with you. You're gonna need my ability to free him from the spell and having back up will help. Especially if Hawkmoth makes an appearance. Now here,"

She shoved a pair of ear plugs into her hands, causing Lady Noir to put them in.

"Where were you heading?" She asked, making Lady Noir frown as she tried to remember. She could hear a voice in her head and it said to come to them. Somehow, they knew where she was, making her frown.

"The Trocadéro Gardens," She answered, making them frown. "And you're right. I am gonna need help to save him but this doesn't mean I trust you. Understood?"

"Got it," Koro replied, nodding before turning to her students. "Before we head there, did anything unusual happen while you were fighting?"

"Anatis almost broke out of the mind control," Dame stated, making the two blink. "He saw me and his eyes flickered back to blue and then he gripped his head like he was trying to fight it but the music increased and he went back to been controlled,"

"The same happened when he saw me," Phénix stated, making both Lady Noir and Koro frown. "Is that important?"

"I don't know..." Koro stated, frowning. "Either way, head to the Trocadéro Gardens,"

The group nodded and jumped away, following Koro and Lady Noir.

~Trocadéro Gardens~

Miracle Queen frowned as Anatis landed in front of her and bowed towards her. She was sure she had gotten control over Lady Noir as well so where the hell was her? She growled and walked up to him. She took his yoyo, just in case he wasn't really under her spell. However, he did nothing to stop her, causing her to smirk. Meanwhile, Hawkmoth frowned from his position above Miracle Queen. Her music should have put Lady Noir under the same spell yet only Anatis was here. He opened up the connection between him and Miracle Queen, making her blink.

"Where is Lady Noir?" He asked, causing Miracle Queen sigh and look at her nails with boredom.

"I don't know," She gasped, annoyed. "But I'm sure she'll turn up soon. I'm certain she's under my spell but even if she's not, we have her boyfriend. She'll do anything to ensure that we won't hurt him,"

"Find out where she is!" He snarled, closing the connection as Myura stood next to him. "Lady Noir should be here,"

"Bug boy, where is the mangy cat?!" Miracle Queen demanded, causing him to look up at her but he didn't answer her right away. Instead, he just stood there and said nothing as he stared. "Answer me!"

"Asleep," He stated, making her look at him with annoyance as Hawkmoth rose his eyebrow. She slammed her flute into the side of his face before turning on her heel as he stood there. Mayura frowned as blood dripped down his forehead.

"What the hell do you mean asleep?!"

"We were attacked by other miraculous holders," He stated, causing Hawkmoth and Mayura to gasp as Miracle Queen rolled her eyes. "They used some sort of grenade to put Lady Noir to sleep. I got away..."

"Well, there is no point in taking your miraculous yet then. I want that dumb cat to be around when I take it so I can hers too and then wake you up so you can see my success!" She growled, spinning his yoyo before she turned back to him. "Now! Tell me how amazing I am!"

"You're the most amazing person in the world, Miracle Queen," He stated in a motionless voice. She frowned before she knew he didn't mean it but it was still fun to make him say things. She went to tell him to declare that Marinette was a nasty creature but Hawkmoth jumped down and held up her hand, making her look at him before rolling her eyes and walking away. Anatis continued to stare into space.

"Anatis, who were the other holders?" Hawkmoth asked, smirking. He might be able to get the identities of his allies, which in turn would lead him to gain the other miraculous. "Did you pick them?"

"No, I've never seen them before in my life," He stated, surprising Hawkmoth.

"But your master picked them?"

"No, their miraculous are not part of our box," He stated, making Hawkmoth frown but before he could question him farther, Lady Noir threw her baton at him, causing him to step back and jump up to where Mayura was as Miracle Queen glared at them.

"Miracle Queen, don't let them free Anatis from your control!" Hawkmoth shouted, causing Miracle Queen to growl.

"He's mine! I won't let you take him from me!!" She screamed before playing her flute. She threw up the ball of light, causing an explosion to appear before it cleared, revealing hundreds of copies of her. Koro threw her claw and used it to grab Lady Noir's baton throwing it to her before the six of them charged at the illusions. Miracle Queen grabbed Anatis and pulled him away from the fight, causing Lady Noir to run follow them as the others took down her illusions. Koro went to follow but Hawkmoth landed in front of her, making her narrow her eyes.

"I assume you're the one who gave out these miraculous," He stated as she held out her hand, ready to fight.

"I am Hua Mulan, Guardian of the Western Box and I find you, Hawkmoth, guilty of misuse of the butterfly miraculous," She declared, causing him to smirk before he took out his cane and charged at her.

"Mistress!!" Snowbird gasped, going to run after them but she gasped and fell back as a huge moth sentimonster appeared. It went to charge at him, causing Dame to jump front of her and block it's stinger with her sword. Phénix helped Snowbird to her feet and ran after Lady Noir as Dame and Aroma took on the giant bug.

~Back to Lady Noir and Miracle Queen~

"Let him go!" Lady Noir growled as she charged at Miracle Queen, going to hit her with her baton. Miracle Queen blocked it with her flute and knocked her back, causing Lady Noir to slide back. She smirked and spun her flute, playing the tune on it. She threw it to the sky again, increasing the song playing and causing Anatis to grip his head. "Anatis!"

"Take her miraculous, my servant!" Miracle Queen ordered, causing Lady Noir to gasp as she gave him back his yoyo. He took it and instantly began to attack her relentlessly. She blocked his attack and fought back, causing Miracle Queen to laugh as she watched. It wasn't like how they fought during training. Anatis wasn't holding back and he was using everything he could against her. He slammed his body into her, causing her to fall. He grabbed her leg and threw her into a tree, causing her to groan as she got up. She went to punch him, causing him to grab her hand. He went to take her miraculous but she managed to wrap her legs around him and slam him onto the floor as Snowbird and Phénix appeared, causing Miracle Queen to growl as she played her flute again. "Come my servants and defeat me again these losers!"

To their surprise, a number of civilians turned up and began to trying to fight them as Miracle Queen turned her attention back to Anatis and Lady Noir, who had him pinned down. However, he knocked her back, causing her to backflip as he stood back up. He charged at her, causing her to block his arms and kick him. He countered her counter as they fought.

"Anatis! Fight against her!" She gasped, blocking his fist. He grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder, slamming her into the floor as Miracle Queen smirked evilly.

"Kill her first then take her miraculous off her cold corpse!" She ordered, causing Anatis to wrap his hands around Lady Noir's neck. She gasped and tried to fight him, struggling to get him off her. She kicked out and dug her nails into his hands as he tightened his grip. Her eyes widen as her skin began to turn blue and her grip began to weaken. Phénix slammed one of the civilians into the ground as he rushed over towards them. Lady Noir's eyes were slipping closed as she began to lose consciousness but Miracle Queen jumped and landed in front of him before he could reach them. "I don't think so, birdie!"

She hit him in the stomach with her flute, causing him to gasp and fall to the ground. She smirked and lifted it above her head to hit him with it but Snowbird pulled out of her wand, spinning it.

"Glacier!" She declared, charging it up with a blue glow before tapping the ground with it. Instantly, the ground turned blue, causing Miracle Queen to suddenly fall over. She tried to get up but kept sliding over, allowing Phénix to get up and rush back over to Anatis and Lady Noir. Anatis still had his hands wrapped around her throat, causing Phénix to see red. He went to charge at him but stopped when Lady Noir suddenly gasped for air, coughing as Anatis shook before he gripped his head again. Lady Noir slowly sat up as he groaned and yanked at his hair.

"A-Annie?!" She gasped as he backed away from her.

"N-No!" He gasped, causing Phénix to rush over. He helped Lady Noir to her feet as Anatis stepped back, still gripping his head. "Get out of my head!"

"Annie!" Lady Noir gasped, pulling out of Phénix's grip and rushing over as Anatis fell onto his knees. She went to run over as Phénix grabbed her arm. "Let me go! I have to help him!"

"Noir, stay back!" Phénix called out, trying to pull her away from him. "He's under that akuma's control!"

"I can get through to him!" She called out, pulling out his grip and rushing over to Anatis. She cupped his face as he looked at her. His eyes were flicking between orange and blue as tears rolled down his face. "Annie, it's me. It's Lady Noir. Your best friend... remember? We're best friends!"

"Kill her!" Miracle Queen screamed as she tried to get back up again, causing her to slip over again. Anatis' eyes went to blank and orange again as he went to wrap his hands around Lady Noir's neck.

"Annie, don't listen to her!" She gasped, flinching but he stopped as his eyes flickered blue again. His eyes flickered orange again before he suddenly covered his ears and let out a loud scream, surprising everyone before he slumped against Lady Noir. "Annie?... Annie!?"

~Luka's POV~

Luka screamed once again as he tried to block out the sound of the flute as it played loudly in his head. He was more than aware of what he was doing but despite that, he couldn't stop himself. He had tears rolling down his face as he walked towards the source of the music with Lady Noir. He tried to shout at himself and stop himself when those other miraculous holders turned up and when he began to attack them. He abandoned his friend when they got the upper hand and left her at their mercy. He didn't know if they were trying to help them or not but if they weren't, he had just left her and all because of the music in his head. Music that was drowning him. He wanted to scream and break free but he couldn't stop hearing it. It briefly stopped playing when he saw that girl in the wyvern miraculous. For a second, he had seen a knight stood there instead but then the music came back and he was back under her control. It happened again when he saw the boy with the phoenix miraculous. Like the girl, he had seen someone else stood there but once again, Miracle Queen took control. It made him feel sick. He could feel her inside his head, trying to find out who he was really. Luckily, he had kept her at bay but he didn't know how long that would hold. Right now, he was trying not to listen, hoping that he could break her control before he killed Lady Noir. He didn't want to hurt her. His voice hurt from shouting but he was still strangling her.

"Glacier!" He heard one of the new guys declare, causing Miracle Queen to slip and fall. For a second, the music lessened. However it was enough for him to notice.

"Stop hurting her!" He called out, causing his body to stop strangling Lady Noir. She suddenly gasped for air, coughing as he shook. He gripped his head as the music began to increase again. "No! I won't listen!!".

"A-Annie?!" Her voice echoed, causing his body to back away from her. He was semi in control but it was still hard to break free. He could still hear the music and miracle queen inside his head.

"N-No!" He gasped, still gripping his head. "Get out of my head!"

"Annie!" Lady Noir gasped, her voice echoing. "Let me go! I have to help him!"

"Noir, stay back!" The phoenix boy's voice declared. "He's under that akuma's control!"

"I can get through to him!" She called out. He flinched as he felt her hands on his face. "Annie, it's me. It's Lady Noir. Your best friend... remember? We're best friends!"

"Kill her!" Miracle Queen's voice echoed, causing the music to increase as he tried to stop himself from wrapping his hands around her throat.

"Annie, don't listen to her!"

Luka...

"Annie?"

Luka...

"Annie?!" Lady Noir screamed before it completely turned black...

~Luka's Mind Hut~

Luka gasped as he opened his eyes, finding himself in the hut where Feng lives. He frowned to himself as he looked around. In the distance, he could still hear Miracle Queen's music but it wasn't as loud. He stood up as he sensed someone with him, causing him to turn around as he expected it to be Feng. However, the man sat calmly in front of him wasn't Feng but only resembled him. His hair was long and black. Part of it had a silver ribbon tied to it and he wore a blue tang shirt with silver detail and light gray pants. His legs had bandages over them and he wore black shoes while he wore dark blue gloves that were elbow length and fingerless on his hands. His eyes were closed, causing Luka to frown a little before he opened them and looked at him. Like Feng's, they were silver.

"Hello, Luka," He sat, making Luka blink as for a moment, the man's outfit changed to one that resembled the phoenix miraculous.

".... You used the phoenix miraculous, didn't you?" He asked, causing him to nod before a name came into Luka's mind. "Tóutāi... that's your name?"

"Yes," He replied, making Luka frown as he looked around. "Feng is somewhere else. I know you're more familiar with him but..."

"You can help me?" He asked, causing Tóutāi to nod. "Miracle Queen's song... it's controlling me... how do I stop it? I can't stop hearing it,"

"You're a musical empath right?" He asked, making Luka nod. "So use your music,"

"My... music?" He asked, confused. "But I don't have my guitar,"

"This is your place as much as it's ours," Tóutāi replied, making Luka blink as he held a pipa and began to play it. "So if you want your guitar, you just have to think about it,"

"My... guitar..." Luka muttered, confused but then he felt his acoustic in his hand. He looked down and saw it. He moved his fingers across the board and closed his eyes, beginning to play. At first, it was quiet and he wasn't sure what to play but then he began to play louder and better as he started to play Marinette's song, pouring his emotions into his music and slowly but surely, he felt Miracle Queen's control slipping even more. He closed his eyes as he slipped into the song, feeling the emotions he felt when he wrote it. When he next opened his eyes, he was no longer in his hut but leaning against Lady Noir's chest as she held him, causing his face to heat up as he pulled away.

"Annie?!" She gasped, surprised as he looked around. Miracle Queen saw him and pointed at him.

"Finish them!" She screamed, causing him glare at her before he got up. "What?! Answer your queen!"

"You are not my queen!" He snarled, making everyone gasp in surprise as he glared at her. "Time to end this! Lucky charm!"

He threw his yoyo in the air and caught the teapot before gasping as he worked out what it mean. He hooked it to his belt and picked up Lady Noir, making her blink as he jumped away and across Paris. She held onto him as he did.

"I'm sorry..." He whispered, making her look at him. "I... I nearly killed-"

"Shh," She stated as they reached Master Fu's. "It's ok. You were under her spell but you're free now,"

"I'm still sorry," He muttered as they came through the window. Anatis frowned as his miraculous beeped. He needed to detransform but he wasn't sure if Miracle Queen could see through Master Fu, who was stood staring with orange eyes. He grabbed a blanket and threw it over him as Lady Noir covered her eyes, allowing him to detransform. He caught Tikki and gave her a cookie before he walked over to the phonograph and put in the secret code. He took out the miracle box and opened it, grabbing the dragon miraculous and the snake miraculous before turning to Lady Noir and placed the miraculous in her free hand. "Time to show Hawkmoth and Miracle Queen that they don't get to mess with us or our heads,"

"Sounds like a plan to me," Lady Noir grinned, taking the choker and putting it as he transformed back into Anatis before opening her eyes and greeting Longg. He put the snake miraculous on before closing the box and putting it back in the phonograph as Lady Noir held out her hands. "Plagg, Long. Unify!"

A red glow covered her outfit as it gave her a red tail with gold detail on her left leg. Her right leg got a thigh boot and her gloves turned red with gold detail. Her ears got red insides with a gold strip while two horns appeared below them,. Her collar turned red with a gold trim and her mask gained red and gold triangles. A red circle appeared on her chest with a water drop, a cloud and a lightning strike in the middle. The ring around it was green and her eyes had turned green with yellow scleras. Finally a sword appeared on her back as Anatis held out his hands.

"Tikki, Sass. Unify!" He declared, causing a green light to engulf him, turning him back into Red Mamba. "Ready to go, Black Dragon?"

"Let's go kick Lila's butt!" She grinned, causing the two heroes to jump out of the window, heading back to the Trocadéro Gardens. It didn't take them long to get there but when they did, Miracle Queen had gotten up and Mayura's moth monster was about to take down the new heroes while Hawkmoth and Koro were equally matched. Miracle Queen laughed as she twirled her flute. Red Mamba narrowed his eyes and flicked his bracelet, activating second chance.

"I don't know how you broke out of my control, you dirty beetle but soon, I'll have you back under my control!" She declared before playing her flute and throwing the ball of light up in the air. It burst and amplified the tune already there, causing it to overtake everyone as she laughed before noticing he wasn't affected. She ordered them to attack him, causing him to jump back and flick his bracelet back.

"I don't know how you broke out of my control, you dirty beetle but soon, I'll have you back under my control!" She declared but he threw his yoyo, knocking back her flute. However, she dodged it and managed to get the tune out, controlling everyone again. He flicked his bracelet back again.

"I don't know how you broke out of my control, you dirty beetle but soon, I'll have you back under my control!" She declared but this time he didn't hit her./

"Black Dragon, use water dragon!" He ordered, causing Black Dragon to nod.

"Water Dragon!" She declared, using her sword to create a shield around them as Miracle Queen used her power. However, this time it didn't affect Black Dragon. "Whoa!"

"Water blocks sound," He replied, smirking before he threw up his yoyo. "Lucky charm!"

A violin with appeared out of thin air, causing Red Mamba to grab it as he looked around to work out what to do.

"Get them!" Miracle Queen screeched, pointing to them as Phénix, Dame, Aroma and Snowbird charged at them. "Get me their miraculous!!"

The four heroes dived through the water but as soon as they did, their eyes returned back to their normal colors and they looked around confused as Miracle Queen screamed in annoyance and summoned civilians to try and attack them. Red Mamba saw Phénix and Dame light up before followed by the violin and Black Dragon's wind symbol.

"I have a plan," He stated, making everyone look at him before pointing at Dame. "I need you to use Empower on everyone in this bubble,"

"Um..." She stated, confused as to how he knew that. As far as she knew, he had no idea what her miraculous was but Red Mamba turned to Phénix.

"Once Dame uses her power, you need to activate Ash Phoenix." He stated, making Phénix blink in surprise. "Black Dragon, I'll need you to release the water bubble then use Wind Dragon to direct Phénix at Miracle Queen. Once you're there, you need to grab her fox pendant,"

"Sure thing, danger noodle," She grinned, giving him a salute. He smiled softly at her before Phénix cleared his voice.

"And the mind control?" He asked as Red Mamba smirked and pointed to the violin.

"That's what this is for," He replied, placing it under his chin. "Her song only controls if you can hear it, which is why we need Empower. Not only will it make your powers more powerful but it will amplify my own ability,"

"Alright," Dame declared, holding up her sword before charging it up. "Empower!"

A green glow appeared over the blade, causing her to tap each one with it. Red Mamba began to play the violin but he didn't just play the music, he played the emotions. On a normal level, it was power but been amplified with empower, caused it to be much more powerful then Miracle Queen's song. Phénix took a deep breathe as he felt courage replace his fear.

"Ash Phoenix!" He declared, turning into ash as Black Dragon released the water bubble.

"Wind dragon!" She declared, transforming into the actual wind. When she combined with the ash that is Phénix, they became a small tornado, which knocked Miracle Queen off her feet. Phénix reformed and grabbed her fox pendant before throwing it to Black Dragon as she reformed.

"Give that back!" Miracle Queen screamed as Black Dragon caught it.

"Cataclysm!" She declared, causing it to turn to dust as Miracle Queen screamed out as the akuma escaped. They saw Hawkmoth glare down at the scene before he jumped onto the sentimonster with Mayura and flew away with Koro going after them. Red Mamba stopped playing, causing everyone to fall under her spell again, apart from him. He quickly catch the akuma and released it before throwing his violin into the air.

"Miraculous Ladybugs!" He declared, causing it to burst into the cure and spread through Paris, fixing everything and freeing all from Miracle Queen's control. It came back and wrapped around the heroes, freeing them before disappearing. "Tikki, Sass. Divide,"

Sass manifested as he turned back into Anatis, allowing him to catch him as Black Dragon blinked as the other heroes looked around.

"Wow," Snowbird gasped, looking at Anatis with stars in her eyes. "You did it!!"

"Of course, he did," Black Dragon grinned, making him blush a little. "Anyway... Plagg, Longg, divide,"

She caught Longg as she turned back into Lady Noir, causing Anatis to smile at her before they turned their attention on Miracle Queen, who turned back into Lila. Anatis frowned deeply as he looked at her.

"Lila Rossi, why am I not surprised?" He asked, making her blink and look at him.

"Oh, Anatis! I'm so sorry!" She gasped as fake tears filled her eyes. "I was just so upset about my parents-"

"I get it," He stated, surprising everyone as he put the snake miraculous into the yoyo and walked over. He held out his hand for her, causing her to blink before she took it and he pulled her to her feet. However, his grip tightened and moved his lips close to ear, making her wince in surprise and pain. "I see you've made your choice, Rossi,"

"W-What?" She gasped, genuinely caught off guard.

"You've made it abundantly clear that we are playing on different sides of the board. You've decided to move against me and I know you're somehow working with Hawkmoth," He stated in a calm but chilling voice. It genuinely frightened her. "So let me make this very clear. You and I are at war and I will do everything in my power to ensure that you get what's coming to you, Rossi and do whatever it takes to expose you for the monster you are,"

He pulled away and gave her a smile as a chill went down her spine. He was deadly serious and she knew it.

"I'm sure you'll understand that we can't help you get home," He stated as his miraculous beeped, along with the others. "Let's go,"

The heroes ran off, leaving Lila to shake in fear as Anatis' words haunted her.

~Later that Day~

"I hereby name today Anatis day!" The mayor declared as everyone clapped. Anatis and Lady Noir hadn't turned up but no one was surprised. They had just dealt with a very dangerous akuma and as far as Paris was concerned, they were allowed a moment to themselves. Instead, they had returned to Master Fu's and given back the miraculous before taking him up to meet the other heroes and their leader Koro, which was where they were now. Anatis was leaning against the wall, unsure what to make off the whole situation. Lady Noir was stood next to him, making sure he was ok while Master Fu talked to Koro.

"I thought all the guardians had perished," He stated, making the two heroes look over. Koro looked over at the Paris skyline.

"I left before that," She explained, making them frown. Her heroes had gone home and she had reclaimed their miraculous in private. "I turned my back on the guardians long ago,"

"Why now?" Anatis asked, making her look at him. "How long have you been in Paris and why appear now?!"

"Annie," Lady Noir stated, making her blink as she gently rubbed his arm. He instantly calmed down as if her touch had soothed him. It reminded her of how Tóutāi would calm her down. Her expression softened as she looked at them. She knew young love when she saw it.

"I've been in Paris since Hawkmoth's first attack," She admitted, making them all look at her. "I was just planning to observe as I didn't want to get involved,"

"Then why did you?" Anatis asked, clearly annoyed by her answer.

"Because my beloved asked me to," She stated, placing a hand over her chest as the three of them gave her a confused look. "I am the guardian of the western box but also the wife of the celestial guardian,"

"Su Han?" Master Fu asked but to their surprise, Koro growled.

"Do not mention that traitor's name!" She growled, making them look at her. "He was not the true guardian! My beloved Tóutāi was!"

"Tóutāi?" Anatis asked, making her look at him before she narrowed her eyes.

"You recognize the name, don't you?" She asked, making him glance to the side. "I knew there was something different about you, Anatis. Not many can break free from mind control like you did and I know you knew what the powers of the wyvern and phoenix miraculous were. My students told me... just who... or what are you?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" He shoot back, making her glare at him as he pushed off the wall. "I'm going home. Koro, thanks for your help but stay out of my way... since that's what you want,"

"You don't trust me," She declared but she didn't sound hurt.

"It's not like the feeling isn't mutual," He stated, coolly before turning to Lady Noir. "See you later, Kitten,"

With that, he jumped off and swung away. It didn't take him long but soon he landed on the liberty and slipped through the porthole, detransforming as he did. He caught Tikki and gave her a cookie before lying down on his bed and letting out a sigh. Today had been difficult to say the least. He let out a sigh and curled up as Tikki floated over.

"Tikki,"

"Hmm?" She asked as she ate the cookie.

"Who is Tóutāi?" He asked, making her look at him in surprise. "You know him don't you?"

"He was one of the celestial guardians of the miraculous," She stated, making him frown. "There's been six in total. Master Feng was the first but then there was Master Khnurn, Master Alpheus, Master Rene, Master Tóutāi and Master Su Han..."

"Koro called Su Han a traitor,"

"Well... he's the only one who isn't like the others," She stated, looking at her paws. "It's rumored that the Celestial guardians were special. You see they are the reincarnations of Hao Feng,"

"But Su Han isn't... is he?" Luka asked, frowning. Tikki shook her head. "So how did he become the next Celestial guardian and why isn't it the next reincarnation of Feng?"

"I don't know, Luka," She explained, making him frown. "I don't know,"

~Hawkmoth's Lair~

"Are you ok?" Nathalie asked as Gabriel sat, holding his head. She frowned and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "I'm sorry that it didn't go the way you wanted..."

"Miracle Queen may have been a failure but we learnt something else today," He stated, opening his eyes. "There is another guardian in Paris. One that even Anatis didn't know about and I want her miraculous but more importantly... there might be other miraculous in the world. Nathalie, I want you to search for them. If there are other then I must obtain them!"

"Of course, Gabriel," She replied, nodding. "Once you have them, Anatis will fall,"

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radiantpriamos · 4 years ago

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( 👍 ) - Gray doesn't know how many times they run fancy schmancy events like these, but you bet when it comes around the next time he'll be more prepared to dance it all out. Considering he took an early dip out of the competition, he tried to watch the other competitors, maybe pick up a cool move or two. In his books, no one can beat the duo he faced off with (how else would he have lost if not to the best???) but a few caught his eye. One of them was the odd pair of your typical blonde prince boy and a borish looking guy that didn't even bother changing outfits. It wasn't the best dance out there but how they simply let loose was entertainment in itself. Scores practically meant very little to them as long they got to do what they wanted. Respect!

As such, Gray made it a point to approach them-- or one of them, at least-- once they're done. They're both in his class, he looked into the roster enough to at least familiarize himself with his own house. Thank Mila his kingdom leaders chose a pretty chill house to be in.

"Hey, big man! Sick moves." Gray gives him a thumbs up and flashes him a wide grin. "I hafta admit, I'm relieved I wasn't the only one that considered wearing a uniform to the ball. 'course one of my nosy friends made me change before I could enter, but is it not the greatest compliment to deem the uniform so grand its fitting for a ball??? It's fancier than most things I normally wear!" He lets out a hearty laugh, slapping "Anyway, name's Gray. You got a name or should I keep calling ya big man?"

"Gray, eh? Name's Priam." Priam took the cue and also gave Gray a friendly, hopefully light thump on the back. He looked down at himself with a shrug, also grinning. "Practicality comes before fashion for me- especially since I know little of fashion anyway. Truthfully, I prefer my armor. Going anywhere without it has me feeling kind of under dressed, but there's not much reason to weigh myself down at a dance with all of it." He drew himself up proudly. "Acrobatics are a true form of might and an expression of strength- you ought to try them sometime too!"

He looked at Gray and nodded, though again, he knew nothing about fashion. "You should wear what's most comfortable, the most you! Ideally, people should even be able to make their own clothes exactly to their own tastes. Unfortunately, I can only mend, really." He shook his head despairingly. "The bond I have with my socks is far less potent than the bond with blades forged and loved by my hands."

Priam came back to the moment with a cough. "Heh, I get carried away sometimes. Used to just be me, a sword, and some wildlife." He slapped his pocket and drew out his stamp card. "Hey, want one of these stamps?"

#//so i just typed without looking back sorry gray #//u get the strong and not silent priam #toaball2021 #15shadesofgray #ask

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lumeha · 4 years ago

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4, 6, 15, 17, 18, 19, 26, 31, 32.

ooh that is a very interesting selection of questions. Some will have very unsurprising answers from me but I hope you will enjoy :D

Thank you for the ask ! :D

4 - Which route did you play through first in FE3H?

Blue Lions / Azure Moon. When the E3 trailer dropped and revealed post-timeskip Dimitri design, I was all over it, and that is how I picked my house, basically !

Without the trailer... I may have picked Golden Deer / Verdant Wind ? Maybe.

6 - Which route is your favorite?

Blue Lions / Azure Moon. While there is a lot of gaps in terms of background Fodlan story, it is a very well-written character driven route, and while it made me curious to check out the other routes (in particular Crimson Flower, after that Holy Tomb reveal), it definitively was the one I, in the end, thought was the most enjoyable to go through.

The Dimitri-Edelgard conflict gets to shine, we get to discover Edelgard from the POV of someone who knows her very differently than we do, and Dimitri’s writing as a character might be rough at the edges, but he makes for a really compelling lord and has a compelling story, and I really love how the Lions felt like a tight knit group even with the conflicts and conflicting opinions they might have related to Dimitri. Good stuff !!

15 - If you are an artist or writer, are you currently working on any new FE3H content (art or fanfic)? If so, will you share a sneak preview?

Ohhhh that is a lovely question ! I am indeed both an artist and a writer. My current FE3H WIP isn’t started, but sneak peak reveal : it will be an Immaculate One head in the style of the Mila and Duma heads I drew recently

For writing... the biggest project I’m currently working on is a fic about Rhea and Seteth, for the lovely Nabatean-centric zine Emerald Tears, but I have also picked up work on a piece called Fabula Acta Est, a... slightly horror piece inspired by the meta writing of Pathologic, involving Felix realizing he is part of a game, and how he deals with that.

Little sneak peak ...

The Professor talks to Dimitri once. Turns around, pauses, and turns back, and Dimitri repeats the exact same words, with the exact same tone, as if he has rehearsed for a role in a play.

When Byleth turns around once again, they catch his dizzy gaze, as cold as they always are. He is an insect under the lense of a researcher, tiny and fragile under the gaping void of their eyes.

“What do you see ?”

“... You, and the boar, and the hound”, he answers, but his voice wobbles, ebbs and flows without his consent.

“What do you hear ?

Nausea strangles his throat.

17 - Rank the Black Eagles from your favorite to least favorite.

1 - Linhardt ; 2 - Ferdinand ; 3 - Dorothea ; 4 - Petra ; 5 - Hubert ; 6 - Caspar ; 7 - Bernadetta ; 8 - Edelgard

18 - Rank the Blue Lions from your favorite to least favorite.

1 - Felix ; 2 - Dimitri ; 3 - Annette ; 4 - Ashe ; 5 - Dedue ; 6 - Mercedes ; 7 - Ingrid ; 8 - Sylvain

19 - Rank the Golden Deer from your favorite to least favorite.

1 - Lorenz ; 2 - Lysithea ; 3 - Ignatz ; 4 - Claude ; 6 - Marianne ; 7 - Raphael ; 8 - Leonie

26 - Who is your overall favorite character?

Ah crap that is a hard question. It’s a toss-up between Rhea, Gilbert, Dimitri and Felix, I would say ? They are the four characters I love to think about, write about, and that I just enjoy the most out of the cast, but I don’t think I can exactly determine which one is above all the others in this selection >_<;

31 - What is your favorite pre-timeskip character design or outfit?

If we count characters who don’t change their designs between pre and post timeskip : Rhea. Her design is stunning, and amazingly hard to draw because of its amount of details, but I love how majestic she looks.

If we don’t count them, and just count people who have pre and post timeskip designs : Mercedes ! I love Mercedes post-timeskip design too, but I love how she stands up in terms of design pre-timeskip. She looks really cute with that little shawl, too, and just lovely overall/

32 - What is your favorite post-timeskip character design or outfit?

Toss-up between Felix and Ingrid, honestly ?

Ingrid is a very refreshing take on the pegasus knight design. She works so well, all while reminding me of the designs of characters like Fiora, Sigrun, Catria... She aesthetically fits both into “pegasus knight” and “Faerghus” and it is so, so, so good

Felix has a bit of a weird thing going on, but I just love it so much. Bishop sleeves ? Assymetrical cut ? The fact that his colours are more saturated than the rest of the Faerghus character, while sticking to the same palette, putting him as slightly different and yet fitting with his house ? (chef kisses) It is so good.

(Honourable mention to Lorenz and his glow-up, I am in love)

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Jersey on my mind (part 10)

When the darkness falls over the Safe-Zone, Mila gets Juri into a new jumper and combs his hair, to prepare him for eating dinner with the others, for the first time. Mila feels nervous, her hands are shaking as she makes sure the striped knitted jumper looks representable. Not that anyone Not that anyone will say something about it, but it's in her nature. In the mother’s milk. With a smile, as she combs her fingers through her blonde hair, Mila thinks of her own mother. Mama. How she, no matter how little they had, even though they were not really poor, made sure that Mila always had nice and clean clothes, kept her hair brushed and was fed proper food. Juri takes her hand, squeezes it between his and looks her deep in the eyes. They share a special bond. No matter what they have each other.

”You look stylish.” Mila tenderly caresses him across the cheek. ”Are you hungry?”

Juri nods eagerly.

”Really? How’s that possible? You ate five Reese’s cups earlier!” she drills both her index fingers into Juri’s soft stomach. Juri laughs. It’s more like a faint chuckling, intense breathing. She would do anything to hear his voice, hear him call her ’mommy’. ”Well then.” Mila establishes. “Let's go downstairs.”

With great effort she, with the help of the bed frame, manages to stand upright, she swears gruesomely inside her head in pain. Mila turns to face herself in the full length mirror.

As soon as they got back from the excursion to the gas station and the quarry, Mila staggered up the stairs and tumbled into bed, where she fell asleep, again, from exhaustion. She awoke by Juri climbing the bed with peanut butter and chocolate smeared around his mouth, with a strong scent of Reese's all around him. Mila ordered him to go wash off in the adjacent bathroom, while Carol proclaimed through the closed door that dinner would be ready within an hour, if they wanted to attend.

I don’t have time to change, Mila thinks. Getting dressed earlier in the morning had taken long enough. She was close to leaving the bedroom without her pants on, since it was the most difficult garment to get inside when she couldn't bend her upper body properly.

Juri, her constant supporter, gives her two thumbs up in the mirror; jeans and a sweaty top are apparently acceptable dinner clothes after all. But he won't get off so easily. Mila forces him to brush her hair and braid it before she considers them both representable for dinner and they head downstairs. At the end of the stairs, they bump into Daryl, who enters the front door.

”Did you also get a dinner invitation?” She greets him.

”Sorta’.” he looks at Juri. ”Looking sharp, kiddo.”

Juri brushes up and thugs a bit on the jumper, whereupon he points at Daryl.

”He wonders why you didn't dress up? It's dinner.” Mila explains.

Daryl looks down at his dark shirt with rolled up sleeves, the same clothes he wore on their trip to the gas station. It has probably not been washed in weeks.

”Maybe next time, kiddo.”

They enter the combined kitchen, dining- and living room together. Sweat starts to run down Milas neck as she counts the attending dinner guests to ten. Shit, she has turned into a hermit. When she sees Morgan however, Mila relaxes slightly. And for some reason, it feels secure to have Daryl there, who probably think this is a worse scenario than the whole world’s population being wiped out, almost. Before she has gotten a grip of the very normal situation, as if it wasn’t an apocalypse going on outside the window, Abraham has stuck a bottle of beer in her hand and squatted in front of her, to praise Juri’s preppy dinner outfit. Without hesitation, Mila chugs half the bottle before she removes it from her lips. In the corner of her eye she sees Daryl staring at her.

”Thirsty.” Mila says before she walks over to Maggie and Glenn.

The entire ground floor smells of food. It’s pleasant, unusually normal. Juri wanders around the room and gets attention from right and left from the guests.

”He really knows how to charm a crowd.” Maggie says. ”He’s a natural.”

”He’s three and a half.” Mila replies and takes another sip of beer. ”Being cute is a part of being a toddler. But yeah-” she sighs when she sees Juri, literally, charming the frayed sheriffs hat of Carl, who puts it on top of Juri's blonde mane. ”Yup, I have brought up a mingling expert.”

Few minutes later, Carol proclaims over their heads that dinner is on the table. They all move towards the dinner table and sit down. Mila takes a seat next to Juri. On Juri’s other side, Abraham settles. Next to Mila Rick sits, freshly showered and shaved, changed to a clean shirt.

Carol serves them plates of spaghetti, sauce and green beans. Mila looks with amazement at the plate she’s handed from Carol. She still can’t understand that they get food on real china. Food that’s been prepared in a real kitchen. And freshly baked bread! Juri slurps and is very pleased. Mila eats under silence while listening to the others talking. Rick hands her a new beer when the old bottle is empty. He’s a nice man, handsome. On her right side, Juri tugs at her sleeve.

”What is it, malysh?”

Juri forms his hand in front of his nose, pulling it down. She smiles and looks at Abraham.

”He likes your mustasch.”

”He’s beautiful.” Abraham smiles at Mila, before returning to Juri. ”How old are you little guy?”

Juri puts down his fork. Still with spaghetti hanging out of his mouth he repeats the procedure with his fingers. He’s three and a half fingers old.

”And your mom?”

”She’s twenty-five.” Mila says and spins spaghetti around her fork. ”You’ll have to use both your hand and toes for that one, malenkiy.” she smiles at Juri who giggles.

Abraham smiles and points towards Juri’s plate with his fork.

”I see you eat your vegetables. That’s good.”

Juri gives him a satisfied grin, mimes ’yummy’, and makes a wide circle over his belly. He does like vegetables, maybe because Mila has never cooked him meat, being a vegetarian. When she tells Abraham, she hears a faint grunt from the other side of the table, from Daryl. She catches his gaze over her beer bottle and lifts an eyebrow at him, gives him a sharp look, before he turns his attention back to the plate.

”I think you have to teach me some of that-” Abraham makes some silly movements with his hands, which makes Juri once again laugh.

While Abraham communicates with Juri, excited about all the attention he’s getting, Mila turns to Rick.

”Tell me about the plan.” she says and leans back in the chair. ”Tell me about the quarry.”

”We're planning to lead the herd away from the quarry. We'll do a trial run tomorrow. The plan is to lead them about 20 miles away.” Rick explains and takes a sip of beer. ”And no, I won’t have you there.”

”Okay. May I ask why?”

”Because you’re still badly hurt.” he puts the bottle down on the table. ”Still in pain?”

”I’ve given birth once-” Mila nods at Juri. ”But yeah. It stings. Have you involved the risk of stumbling upon those Wolves in your grand plan?”

Rick scratches his forehead.

”Not really. But we’re well prepared.”

”Well prepared, or just lucky?” Mila meets the former sheriff's eyes. ”Luck doesn’t last forever. Sooner or later you’ll run out of it.”

”Maybe that’s why I want you to stay here then.” Rick replies.

”Because I’m unlucky?”

”Because you were sliced up with a machete barely three days ago.”

She clenches her jaw. Fine. She’ll stay here while they pull off something that could be called the heist of the year. Lovely! From the other side of the table, she notices how Daryl looks at them. Smug son of a bitch. Just because he’s a part of the plan already. Mila takes a bountiful sip of beer.

As if the dinner wasn’t enough, Carol has prepared dessert. A pie. It might as well have been Juri’s birthday. With widened eyes he follows Carol as she puts a smoking, freshly baked pie in the middle of the table. Mila must remind him to breathe when she also places a pitcher of custard next to the pie. He’s that excited.

”See it as a welcome party.” Carol smiles warmly at Juri, or both of them. ”Go ahead, dig in.”

Juri manages to push two pieces of pie down his small stomach before he leans back in the chair with a satisfied smile upon his lips. By then, Mila is on her fourth beer and begins to feel comfortably insouciant, to the point that Juri can crawl up in her lap to cuddle, without causing Mila to vomit from abdominal pain. She listens to the other talking, lulls the boy in her lap, while Morgan, in his reluctant manner, tells them about his life, about his friend Eastman, who tragically died.

”And then she stood there in the church. As the answer to my prayers. A sign from above.”

Morgan looks at her over the table, just as he did that day at the church. As if she were an angel. He couldn't be more wrong. She was, still is, only a young mother with alcohol problems and a lot of fucked up baggage, a broken past and a broken heart. But still, they found peace in each others company.

”What’s your story?” Maggie turns and meets her gaze from the end of the table. “What did you do before all this?”

”You heard. I was dropped from the sky one day, landing in front of Gandhi himself.” Mila cheekily nods at Morgan, making the group around the table laugh. ”It’s a… long story.” she shrugs her shoulders. “I’m from Russia. I came here when I was sixteen, to New Jersey. I became a mother while in university, totally unplanned. And now I'm here, at the end of the world with my three and a half year old son. We’ve survived so far. Now, can I have another beer?”

#daryl fanfiction #daryl x oc #daryl dixon #Jersey on my mind #Daryl Dixon Fanfic #The Walking Dead fanficition #The walking dead fanfic #fanfiction #twd fanfiction #fanfic #twd fanfic #the walking dead fandom

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zwiezraczek · 5 years ago

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6 + 1 Underground [Four x OC/reader] Chapter 6

SUMMARY: Sasha is a Polish girl, with a strange past. She has various skills, driving amongst others. So she becomes Eight. And you know that Four plus Four is Eight…

CHAPTER 1 - CHAPTER 2 - CHAPTER 3 - CHAPTER 4 - CHAPTER 5 - CHAPTER 6: Eight’s Feelings

Sasha shares her thoughts and somehow finds comfort in a friend.

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Sasha looked up at the sky, the day was intense. The late afternoon sun bathed her skin as she sat on the edge of the backrest of the bench the three of them were on. Seven was smoking his third cigarette by the time, and its smoke spread around her, perfuming her hair that she had let out of the shawl earlier. How uncomfortable she felt in that flowery dress. She regretted not changing her outfit before the coming of the guys to be totally at ease, but now it was too late and she had no intention to go up and to listen to One rambling and screaming – as she did in the car, while driving.

“Is One always such a pain in the ass when you're going on missions,” she finally asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence they were in for about ten minutes now.

“He's even worse than that,” Four snapped before Seven could actually answer, which made him laugh and cough at the same time. “Let's be real mate, he's absolutely a pain in the ass!”

“I can only agree,” Seven commented, after this coughing moment. “I heard about Florence, your first mini-mission,” Seven said and Four simply nodded, “and I was here after Hong Kong... Yeah, he's absolutely a pain in the ass.”

“Great to know,” Sasha sighed, throwing her head back in annoyance. “He's always so 'leave them alone, they'll be fine' too?” This question burned her lips since the moment he told her to not worry about Four, about a teammate. Her new family. And family is to be protected. Especially when this family is the only link to the living world.

“Left me behind two times, once he came to rescue me,” Four whispered, looking down on his feet on the bench. Sasha could hear sadness in his voice, and she looked at him for longer than intended. Seven threw his cigarette in the sand. “Wanker...”

“Buddy, you remember Hong Kong,” Seven asked before putting his hand on Four's shoulder and Four's puppy eyes rose to look at him. “The boat in the last deadly mission? The desert situation? The infiltration? This morning?”

“Always you,” Four snapped, and she felt hurt. So he didn't even notice that she wanted to put a bullet into One's head. And then it struck her. 'Again'. This was what Seven said to her, 'we won't leave him again'. Sasha remembered how mad she felt in that moment, how her blood boiled for somebody wanting to let one of their teammates behind, how it pissed her off. “No offense,” Four said looking at her before turning back to Seven, “but nobody seemed to care this morning. Fuck me if I'm wrong but...”

“I did,” Sasha interrupted him abruptly. She looked into his eyes with her pale blue ones, and she couldn't seize the emotion in them. Confusion? Gratefulness? Happiness?

“She told Five that if One tells another time that he leaves you behind she'd kill him,” Seven completed and Four seemed absolutely lost. He had lost contact with all of them after the explosion, and he knew that only Seven would look after him during the mission – dragging Three with him. But he never expected Eight to be on his side. But he should have. “That was a power move, girl,” he commented, presenting her his fist to bump it and she gladly did it.

“Nice to know that others care,” Four whispered, ashamed of his assumption about her. She looked back at him, her hand on his shoulder now, and she smiled.

“People do care,” Eight assured, with a comforting smile on her face. “We're not bloody murderers.”

“Three was,” Seven jokingly commented and Sasha just rolled her eyes before looking at him.

“You're ruining the comforting emotional moment now, Seven,” she complained with a chuckle before taking her hand off Four's shoulder and joining her hands.

“My friend, often told me so,” Seven said, a faint smile on his face before looking at her, eyes lighted up. “You heard the story about my friend who cried his eyes out during my funeral and made a full show so One couldn't stand it and made me leave my own funeral?”

“He what,” Sasha repeated, amused by the description of his friend but mostly for One's annoyance.

“This story never fails to make me laugh,” Four said and straightened his back.

“So basically, the guy cried when he watched the Barbie Swan Lake when we were little, no joke,” Seven began with enthusiasm. And for a second, Sasha spaced out.

Ballet. Ballerinas. She missed dancing sometimes. Whenever the subject was brought up, she could feel her whole body tense. She remembered every move she once made, every feeling she had, her mother's eyes too. Sasha tried to focus on Seven's words, but the more she wanted to forget, the more her brain tried to remember. Not too attentively, she listened to Seven's story, smiled and tried to hide the best she could her sad expression.

How she wished to be fifteen again, and to feel her mother's hand on her shoulder.

“You're alright Eight?” Four's voice brought her back to the world of the living, not letting her fully drift away.

“Yes, yes,” she quickly replied, with a little smile. “I spaced out for a moment, nothing to worry about.”

“Still the mission on your mind,” Seven asked, his hand reaching for another cigarette.

“Yeah and... Ballet,” she finally admitted. The words hurt as they came out of her throat. She couldn't believe that she brought this subject herself.

“People tend to block on that part, believe me, Four also did,” Seven said mockingly as Four just slap his back in response which made Seven laugh even more.

“Well, I used to do ballet.” Here she was, sharing her life with these people. This was the fault of the French sunset, its orange colors and the breeze caressing her cheeks.

“Like, ballet ballet,” Four asked, and Sasha rolled her eyes with a smile.

“Yeah, you know, the parkour but you do all in ballet shoes and you bleed and basically you know, nothing too heavy,” she replied with a smirk before Seven picked up on that.

“This explains a lot about you,” and she looked at him, a little bit confused, “you are disciplined and reckless, and you look angelic.” This was literally the first time somebody associated what she did with discipline first, and not being fragile. Not being someone to take care of, but someone who could take care of themselves, someone who was reckless.

“The perfect combo to become a good driver,” she laughed, not being able to hide how happy she was about Seven not judging her fragile.

“The perfect combo to become a good person,” Four added, and Sasha just looked at him, struck by what he just said. This was sweet and kind. His eyes were shining, he was probably grateful and she smiled, thankful.

~~~

Sasha spent the night talking with Five, both of them venting about One – who clearly felt better now – and his mood swings that both of them had to experience during that day. Laying one next to the other, they exchanged bed secrets just like the ladies did a long time ago. Sasha spoke about her mother even more than usual, mentioning how Seven talked about ballet today and how it brought back some memories to her.

How vivid her mother's expression was. How vivid her mother's eyes were in front of hers. How painful it was to feel this way again, as she was so far from home, far from where her heart stayed. She hid her mouth under the blankets, as Five looked at her with a tender smile. Sasha had found somebody who would listen to her, somebody she could listen to, somebody she wouldn't be ashamed to tell what she felt. Five became her friend. And she would never exchange this soul sister for anything in the world. She smiled as she looked at her, and Five giggled as she snuggled against hair. Amelia. Her name was Amelia. This was what One never wanted, but they became like sister in so little time, able to kill one for the other, protecting one another, living and dying for each other. Just like with Marta; but here, she could only rely on Amelia and that was everything she needed now.

~~~

“Eastern Europe, prostitution, kidnapping and killing,” One began to say as Sasha crossed her arms on her chest looking at him, she almost rolled her eyes.

“You're making a podcast for a lame tv channel,” Four commented, sitting on the table of their headquarters – as One wanted them to call the room in which they had everything for their work.

“Millenial, don't you interrupt the...”

“Boomer,” Sasha asked, and One gave her a death glare which made Two chuckle and Amelia just sat there, trying to not laugh too much.

“Will do as if millenials weren't trying to sabotage my plan,” One commented before looking back at the screen and clicking on it to show them the picture of a woman: Mila Babicheva.

Target number two. She was the government, the puppet master and a killer queen with gunpowder and amphetamine. Sasha had heard about her back then, when Piotr spoke about a new deal with the Russian mafia, but she never really paid attention to it and eventually Piotr seemed to let the idea go. And now, she heard about her crimes – or she truly acknowledged them, because before joining the savior crew, she had no real problem knowing that people killed people because of interest, no, but then she saw the sad truth One presented during his powerpoint presentation. She saw the girls being saved by some policemen, the ones kidnapped to work in nice neon pink houses without having the chance to see the light again, she saw the poverty the government made, she saw the pain in people's eyes. She saw whatever she refused to see because of her hate for her father. She saw what she was once part of and she was ashamed. Her mother would be ashamed.

So she joined the Ghosts. And now had to listen to One, in the desert they came back in after their mission in Paris and the information Two and Three managed to collect with the usb key. The Lady in Rouge, she seemed to like French. She owned everything from the air the people breathed to the vodka they drank – Four found that cliché, but totally accurate. Her puppets were docile, and everybody seemed do love and respect her – just like you love the person who can kill you with a snap of a finger. And there was the plan: infiltration of the said mafia. Not a big deal, not until One revealed who he wanted to be the infiltrates.

“So who you're sending for the local mafia queen,” Seven asked, furrowing his eyebrows and looking at Sasha and at One one after the other.

“National nationalist mafia queen,” One quickly corrected before changing the slides, “besides we can't do this Murat style because she has a strong fanbase...”

“Did he just used the word fanbase,” Four asked, looking at Sasha who just rose her shoulders.

“So I'm sending Two,” he continued and Two shook her golden hair in agreement.

“Nice, always dreamed about being a Slav girl,” she said with a smirk and Three winked at her.

“Trial by fire, Eight you're going in.” Sasha fluttered her eyelashes in astonishment. What had he in mind by sending her back to the mafia which was so close to her home country? She looked at Amelia, slightly confused but when she gave her a reassuring smile, she relaxed a bit.

“Nice to be back in the business,” she commented before looking closely at the picture of the woman with red hair.

“Four you're enrolled too,” One continued, throwing at Four a beanie he had next to him for no apparent reason – probably because Four stopped listening. “You'll be the fool card, the free man, blah blah,” One continued gesturing at him.

“Wanker,” Four commented under his breath.

“Three, Five and Seven – odd numbers – are staying here with me. Not to be touchy or whatever but you guys are too... Exotic.” Five arched an eyebrow, staring at him.

“Exotic,” she repeated.

“That sounds racist,” Seven added.

“Some Eastern people tend to be racist,” Sasha replied, not too proudly and Four slightly nodded in agreement. “A loud minority, skinheads we call them and usually they have close ties with the mafia.” She looked at Five with a caring look, what horrible things mafia could have done to her if she was in. “Besides, with Four we know more or less the Slav area, we'll just need to give the memo to Two.”

“Perfect,” she said, detangling her blonde hair with her fingers as Three put a hand on her shoulder.

“So, now we have a plan,” One concluded. “But, for the moment we need more information about the whole thing, how to introduce you to the mafia, to build your personas...”

“Count on me, papi,” Three said with a large smile on his lips. This guy had some ideas.

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shcwclf-archive · 4 years ago

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[ MILA MINKOVA. 36. CIS FEMALE. SHE/HER] is here! They’ve lived in Silver Lake for [ 3 MONTHS ] and are originally from [ SOFIA, BULGARIA]. They are a [ PROPERTY DEVELOPER ] and in their downtime love [ COLLECTING CARS ] and [ FLIPPING HOUSES ]. They look a lot like [ CRYSTAL REED ] and live [ ON SILVERWOOD TERRACE ].

hi new friends, i’m ay and this is mila. she’s a bit of a revamp so I’m still figuring her out. below is her bio, but also a little bit of other info.

TRIGGERS PRESENT: organised crime, pregnancy, childbirth, divorce, death, military mention, alcohol, drugs, firearms.

general information.

full name ludmila kseniya konstantinova pavlova mikova

known as mila minkova

age thirty-six

date of birth june, 14, 1984

place of birth sofia, bulgaria

zodiac gemini

gender cisfemale

nationality american

religion atheist

orientation pansexual

relationship status widowed

physical attributes.

face claim crystal reed

height 5′7 ¾

weight 126 lbs

hair color brunette

eye color hazel

tattoos quite a few

outfit/clothing style high fashion / biker chic dependant on mood!

background information.

hometown sofia, bulgaria / trousdale LA

current residence silverwood terrace

spoken languages english, bulgarian, spanish, italian, russian, turkish, romani (balkan & vlax)

education level college graduate

occupation property developer & mother

familial information.

mother nadedzdha pavlova nee minkova

father dragomir pavlov

siblings nadya pavlova, aleksandr pavlov

children freya ksenya minkova-fallon (8) colt aleksandr mcgregor (19)

spouse jack patrick fallon (deceased) damien john mcgregor (divorced)

personality.

positive traits resourceful, artistic, perfectionist, resilient

negative traits hot-headed, manipulative, vengeful

likes tattoos, cars, her children

dislikes butterflies, assholes, pumpkin

biography:

ludmila kseniya konstantinova pavlova mikova is daughter of late Bulgarian Mob Boss Dragomir Pavlov who passed away in 2003.

Her family currently own and run the Kingdom hotel chain and in the past, this chain ran as a front for any and all illegal activity. Their hotels are worldwide and their money flows like nothing else. Mila’s father was once considered the richest person in Europe.

Mila spent most of her life growing up in Trousdale, california however, travelling whenever and wherever, living a lavish life in trousdale until she fell pregnant at 16 and was shipped off to boarding school after the first few months of her son’s life.

Having always been a party girl, it was hard for Mila to accept that she was a mother, so she was a pretty fucking bad one for the first few months of her son’s life.

If it hadn’t been for the expensive Nannies and the hired help, Mila’s son wouldn’t have had the greatest start to life at all. How could he when his mother was so consumed with herself that she’d rather go out than stay at home and care for him?

The school changed that though, pushing her to her limits while getting her sober and allowing her the time she needed to straighten herself out.

Mila graduated with her GED, her mother then allowing her son to live with mila, but only if mila stayed at the family home, back in LA.

LA proved to be a little difficult and while Mila was so used to the life she had before, she’d rather throw herself into work.

Mila hired a nanny and decided to apply for college, gaining qualifications in property & real estate, business management, and accounting.

While she was single for most of her son’s young life, Mila found herself reconnecting with her son’s father, and the pair ended up getting married when Mila was still fairly young and starting out her career, but while it was nice to be a family, mila soon discovered that he wasn’t the man for her, in fact he seemed to be everyone elses man, and not hers.

her divorce was finalised around the time Mila got into working for the family business, developing five star hotels and luxury resorts around the world.

She can’t exactly remember how she met jack, it was possibly through a friend, but all she remembers was how utterly smitten she was with him from the very beginning. jack was a navy seal, a man who quite literally put his life on the line for his country time after time and continued down that road. mila was well and truly in love and the moment he asked her to marry him was quite honestly, one of the happiest days of her life.

eighteen months later and freya was born, without her father in the country and sadly, without ever meeting her father. while mila doesn’t know exactly what happened to jack on tour, she knew the man, while only shortly in her life, was there for a reason, and freya was that.

With her youngest now eight, Mila has spent the time buying property, indulging in the finer things in life, and living a rather frivolous life, while not dealing with grief.

She’s been in town for three months now, her family with her, though her son now does his own thing. she’s scouting a new area for a resort or hotel to expand the family chain and she’s hoping one pops up soon, while she is flipping a few houses around town.

She’ll take her time though, looking over other businesses in town, seeing which she can sink her fingers into.

extras:

mila decided to move away from the pavlov/pavlova name when she left school, opting to use her mothers maiden name of minkova.

mila can come off harsh and cold, but she was raised by mobsters, so she takes a while to warm up to, but once you get on her good side, she’s fiercely devoted.

She has two Dobermans and a dachshund (which is technically freya’s) but no cats as she is allergic. She also has horses at a country property.

She has always had a fascination with firearms and weaponry (mostly due to her upbringing) and has been shooting since she was 7 attending competitions for her school back in middle school.

She was captain of her school Equestrian team.

her love of cars started in her fathers garage as a young child, also tinkering about with her brother and cousins helping them in any way she could. her brother became quite into the street racing world, and mila followed for a short time in her late teens when she wasn’t busy elsewhere. her son’s father was also heavily into this scene.

connections:

i’m legit open to any sort of connections, but I may submit some into the main.

she’s only been here two months, but I’d be suppppper keen for some awesome platonic relationships

maybe a flirtation at a bar, possible one night stand that got awkward as mila isn’t one to hang around after and generally sneaks out in the early hours of the morning, or... right after if she isn’t trying to be subtle.

someone she works with

someone who worked with or has dealt with her family in the past (possible law enforcement etc)

someone who knew her husband/ worked with her husband (he was a navy seal)

please IM me if you want to plot, and I can always throw you my discord :)

#slintro #mila:intro #organised crime tw #pregnancy tw #death tw #childbirth tw #divorce tw #military mention tw #drugs tw #alcohol tw #firearms tw #akjdsfhakj i'm being safe

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Why Did I Get Married? (Camren)

Part Thirty One: Sing To Me

Wait,“ Dinah repeated for the millionth time. "You’re telling me that Lauren did what?!”

Maggie rolled her eyes and poured herself another glass of wine. After Lauren’s proposal, Camila had gathered some of her friends and went to discuss what had happened between them.

To spill the Earl Grey and what not.

It wasn’t out in the tabloids as yet, but knowing Dinah Jane, Camila was sure, that no later than today, her best friend would tweet something and the world would know.

“She said, you dumb bitch,” Maggie took a sip from her glass. “That they’re renewing their vows and she’s making me the matron of honour.”

“Listen here, you little bitch,” Dinah began. “I’ve known the both of them a lot longer than you, therefore if anyone is going to be the maid of honour, that will be me; Dinah Jane Milika Ilaisaane Hansen Amasio Kane. No one else. Period.”

Camila laughed to herself and admired her ring. She couldn’t believe that this had happened. Even though therapy was over a couple weeks now, and with her album dropping in about two weeks, she was still extremely nervous about having to go back on tour. She and Lauren had been discussing what they were going to do, and they had settled on moving to New York. They weren’t too sure about having Izzy on the road with Camila as yet because she did need to be in a stable environment; so that was going to be a major issue.

“Actually guys, I was thinking about having Becky be my maid of honour,” at the mention of her name, the teenager began choking hysterically on her drink; causing Maggie to knock her on the back, hoping she doesn’t die. “Are you okay?” Camila smirked at her sister.

“I..I what,” Becky said in confusion. “You want me, as in ME,” she pointed to herself to be your MOH? Are you for real?“

Camila reached across the table and took her sister’s hand. "I am. You’re my sister Becky, I wouldn’t want anyone else to be my maid of honour. Plus, Dinah was it last time, she can’t be that greedy.”

“Um, yes I can,” Dinah rolled her eyes playfully. “But that’s a really cute idea, Walz. I can’t wait to see you crying as you’re walking down the aisle again.”

Dinah, Maggie, Becky along with Camila had met up for an impromptu visit. Since everyone was literally busy with their careers and children, it was quite difficult to schedule a group hang with everyone. Lauren, as well couldn’t make it because she had some work to do with Natasha.

“I’m really honoured that you chose me, Mila,” Becky intertwined their fingers together. “I’m just so happy that things worked out between you and Lauren. The both of you deserve to be happy.”

Camila brought their hands to her lips, kissing Becky’s softly. “I swear, I wish you were in my life a lot longer. You’re honestly the best sister a girl can ask for.”

“Speaking of sisters…” Maggie wiggled her eyebrows at her sister in law. “When is my Mini Me going to get a sibling? I believe his name was Chuck.”

She and Dinah snickered. Becky was clueless but she joined in the laughter anyway because she didn’t want to be left out.

“Not anytime soon,” Camila rolled her eyes. “I know she wants a sibling but life is just so busy right now. I don’t want to have another kid and make the same mistakes I did with Izzy. When Lauren and I do decide on having another baby, I want to be around for it all; their first word, their first steps, seeing them off on their first day at school.”

Dinah and Maggie clutched their chests dramatically. If they weren’t always at each other’s throats; possibly for the fact that they were exactly the same person, maybe they would’ve gotten along.

“You’re doing parenting right,” Becky smiled at her sister. “My mom used to whoop my ass with the chancla every time I disobeyed her. Sometimes she still threatens to use it.” She laughed heartedly.

“Oh my god!” Camila joined in the laughter with her sister. “My abuelita used to do same thing. But to be fair, I deserved it.”

Becky laughed. “Girl, same. But I would cry my eyes out and my mom would beat me with it again so that I could stop crying.”

“My parents would ignore my existence,” Maggie added to the conversation. “One time I broke my arm, the butler took me to the hospital and my parents never came.”

The table fell silent.

“Jeez, tough crowd,” Maggie muttered. “I thought we were laughing at things that were funny.”

Dinah casually draped her arm over Maggie’s shoulder. “Your parents treating you like shit isn’t funny. And even though it’s your defence mechanism to use your pain and laugh at it, you didn’t deserve that.”

The younger Jauregui kinked an eyebrow at Dinah, her mouth hung open and words weren’t able to come out.

“You’re…being…nice?”

Dinah punched Maggie on the shoulder playfully. “Just because I’m mean to you like all the damn time and I want to murder you at every given moment…it doesn’t mean I don’t care about you and love you.”

“Awww,” Maggie wrapped her arms around the woman and placed a wet kiss on her cheek. “Dinah Jane, I love you too. If you weren’t such an ass to me, we could’ve been the best of friends. An unstoppable duo, if you will. The Bonnie to my Clyde. The Pain to my Ass.”

“Do we need to get the two of you a room?” Becky asked, laughing. “It’s an odd sight to see the both of you getting along if I’m being honest. Odd but not unwanted.”

Camila shook her head, laughing as well. “Don’t get used to it. For years, I’ve been trying to find a way to make these two get along, but it’s simply impossible.”

“Oh shut up, Jauregui,” Dinah rolled her eyes. “So, anyway, topic change, is baby Jauregui ready for her surprise tonight?”

Maggie looked from Dinah to Camila, then to Becky, because for once, the woman was clueless. “What are we talking about?!”

“You’ll see,” Camila sent a playful wink her way. “You’ll see.”

***

“Mummy,” Izzy walked towards her mother, and tugged on her jacket. “I want to be out with mama. I wanna see you sing.”

Camila stopped talking to Roger for a moment, and turned towards her daughter, stooping to her height. “You know that song you and me were singing that day?”

Izzy furrowed her eyebrows for a moment, until she nodded her head furiously. “Oh yeah! I like that song. It’s nice.”

“Do you want to sing that with me?”

“On stage?” Camila nodded. “With you?” She nodded again. “Will you hold my hand if I get scared?” Izzy asked, her voice soft.

Camila pulled her daughter into her arms. “Of course, I will baby. I’m always here for you when you’re scared. Just look at me, while you’re singing okay?” Izzy nodded against her mother’s shoulder. “Mama, Dinah, Maggie, Becky and your abuelitas will be there too.”

“What about Elena?” The child asked once she pulled away from her mother’s embrace. “Is she here too?”

Camila laughed. “Why don’t you see for yourself?” She pointed to a little girl in the crowd, who was in Lauren’s arms. Once Elena saw her friend from school, she waved wildly at her.

“Yay!” Izzy cheered excitedly. “Hi, Elena!” She waved at her best friend. “I’m excited now.”

One of the stage hands got Izzy ready to go out and perform. Meanwhile, Camila brought out one of the microphones that Izzy had gotten her for Christmas. It had instantly became one of her all time favourite gifts from her daughter.

The mother-daughter duo, were dressed in a matching outfit as a means to represent their bond during this performance. Camila and Izzy had come a long way, and though it’s still a work in progress, it’s getting better one step at a time.

“You ready, baby?” Camila looked down at her daughter who looked extremely giddy. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She laughed.

Izzy slipped her hand into her mother’s as they headed out on the stage; the fans going crazy as Camila surfaced and even crazier as they saw their fave’s child with her.

“Good night, Miami!” Camila yelled into the mic. “Before, I start with the actual show, there’s something that I want to do first.” She glanced at her daughter, who seemed a bit nervous as she was now standing in front of these thousands of people. “I’ve never formally introduced you guys…but I have someone I want you to meet.”

Camila stooped to her daughter’s height, wrapped an arm around the child’s waist and pulled her close to her chest, before speaking into the microphone again. “This little person right here is the light of my life. She loves me unconditionally even when I find it impossible to love myself, she does.” She placed a kiss on her daughter’s cheek, the crowd swooning at their interaction. “It’s been five years, and I think it’s time I introduce her to you…please meet my daughter. My everything. My princess… Emilia Isabella Jauregui.”

Camila’s fans gave the child a warm welcome, cheering loudly as she blushed and hid her face in her mother’s jacket.

“Hi…” the child spoke hesitantly into the microphone. “I like being called Izzy.”

Camila giggled and ruffled her daughter’s hair. “I also have a special surprise for you guys. My baby and I wrote a song together, and she wanted Miami to hear it first. What do y'all say? You wanna hear it?”

The screams from the fans were enough to know that they definitely did want to hear it.

Before standing, Camila asked her daughter again if she was okay with performing, and though Izzy may have been panicking on the inside, she really wanted to be on stage with her mother. So she pushed aside her fears, because she knew Camila was going to be there for her, and nodded her head.

“I’m ready, mummy!”

The music began softly playing through the speakers as pictures of Camila, Izzy, along with Lauren popped up on screen behind them as they were getting ready to perform.

“Sing to me, sing to me, Sing to me, sing to me, Sing to me, sing to me, Sing to me, sing to me…”

Camila sang to her daughter. A picture of Izzy when she was only a few hours old, appeared onscreen. They were still in the hospital, Camila was looking at her daughter with nothing but love and amazement in her eyes.

She remembered the day she told Lauren that she was pregnant. She remembered just how excited she was and couldn’t wait to tell her wife about the good news.

She drove…well sped home after her doctor’s appointment and blurted the news out to Lauren.

“I’m pregnant!” Camila screamed as soon as the front door to their house opened. Lauren popped her head out of the kitchen, staring at her wife in confusion.

“Pregnant?” Lauren asked. “Like with new music ideas?”

Camila laughed and wrapped her arms around her wife. “No, silly. I’m pregnant…with our baby.”

Lauren pulled away from her wife, and held her at arms length, staring at her. “You mean…?” Camila nodded. “Oh…my god.” She pulled her wife back into her arms, tears of joy making its way down her cheeks. “When did you find out?”

“Literally an hour ago,” Camila laughed through her own happy tears. “I couldn’t wait to tell you. You’re the first to know the good news.”

“I’m glad you didn’t wait,” Lauren kissed her wife on the lips. “God, I’m so happy. I can’t believe this. We’re having a baby.”

Camila smiled, placing her hand on her stomach. Even though she wasn’t showing as yet, she knew that the child she was carrying was in there.

She made a silent vow that she was going to treasure their baby… always.

Their unborn baby was going to be unconditionally happy.

“We’re having a baby,” Camila smiled, wrapping her arms around Lauren’s neck. “We’re having a baby.”

Camila held onto Izzy’s hand as they were dancing. Whatever nervousness the child may have had, was long gone. As she was too entranced with relishing this moment she was sharing with her mother.

Camila beckoned her daughter to begin singing. Izzy took a deep breath, and allowed the words to softly flow throughout the arena.

“Mommy sing to me, sing to me (I love you), Mommy sing to me, sing to me (I love you), Mommy sing to me, sing to me (I love you), Mommy sing to me, sing to me (I love you)…”

The joy and pride that not only Camila felt, but Lauren did too about their daughter performing right now, words couldn’t even begin to express it.

Elena was clapping excitedly the moment that her best friend started to sing, because she knew if her friend were to become famous like her parents, that being famous by association was the best kind of fame.

Looking at her daughter perform, it brought Camila to tears on stage. She wiped at her eyes, as she softly sang ‘I love you’ after each line her daughter sang. It reminded her of when Izzy said her first word. It then brought her back to when she started walking, then to when Izzy had started preschool.

A wave of sadness had hit her because even though she was there for most of Izzy’s critical years, she did miss out on other significant things about her daughter.

Things she didn’t want to miss if she and Lauren had another child.

Significant events in her daughter’s life that she didn’t want to continue missing.

“Mummy! Mummy!” Izzy ran up to Camila, a paper in her hand. It was Izzy’s second day of preschool, and even though Camila had things to do, she didn’t want to miss this part of her daughter’s growth. “Look! Look!”

She laughed and took the paper from her child, seeing an 'A’ scrawled on top of it. “Princesa! Did you ace your very first exam?!” Camila asked excitedly. “Aw, baby!” She stooped to her daughter’s height and wrapped her into a hug. “I am so proud of you! You’re so smart!”

Izzy giggled. “Thank you, mummy. Miss Kylie says I am too. Can we go show mama my test?”

Even though Camila and Lauren weren’t on the best of terms right now, she complied.

She may not have been the best mother, but Izzy’s happiness was always her priority…even though she had a bad way of showing it.

Once Lauren caught Izzy’s eyes, she blew a kiss at her, causing the child to smile happily.

“Izzy sing to me, sing to me (I love you), Izzy sing to me, sing to me (I love you), Izzy sing to me, sing to me (I love you), Izzy sing to me…”

Sinu wiped at her eyes. It was as though everyone who came to see Izzy perform, were in tears. Since the beginning of the performance, the child’s grandmother had been an emotional wreck. She knew the struggles that Camila and Izzy had and for them to be at this point now, where the only place to go was up?

She was overjoyed.

Sinu knew that her daughter wasn’t perfect and that she had made a lot of mistakes, those mistakes hurting her granddaughter, but Camila loved Izzy with every fibre of her being.

Camila didn’t want to make the same mistakes her father did. She didn’t want to choose someone, people, or whatever the case may be over her family.

What doesn’t make sense is our want for things at a certain point in our life, things that we would literally do anything for just to have it. Like a job, a relationship, a friendship, his love or her attention.

You may think that these things are going to fulfil you and make you whole, but when you finally get them, you don’t want them anymore.

I can’t seem to wrap my head around how you can so desperately want someone’s love, and want to love someone, that when you finally get them, get their love, you don’t want it anymore. You realise that it’s not something you want.

It doesn’t make sense that we, as human beings can constantly change our preferences and alter our feelings so much towards people, things and places all the damn time.

Because then…did we ever truly love this person?

What is fake and what is real if we keep altering our feelings?

When will our feelings and wishes become stable?

And what I don’t understand is how we can be so obsessed and so in love with someone, to the point that we’re constantly thinking about them, and we yearn to be around them…but then at another point, we simply don’t feel a thing.

That’s what just doesn’t make sense to me.

How could Alejandro love his wife, his daughter but still choose to go ahead and have an affair? Though, Camila may never truly understand why he did what he did, she made a promise to herself that she would never hurt her daughter the way her father had torn her heart apart.

“Izzy, baby did you know, That you used to live in my tummy, Izzy, did you know, I’m in love with being your mommy…”

Camila caressed her daughter’s face as she sang those words to her.

Lauren may have been Camila’s soulmate, but Izzy?

Izzy was her heart.

When Camila found out she was pregnant, every single thing she did, she made sure it wouldn’t affect her unborn child negatively.

Everything she does till this day, she does it for Izzy.

“Camila,” Roger; her manager entered her hotel room to be met with her client packing her suitcase. “Where are you going?”

Camila sighed heavily. “Roge, as much as I love being a singer, and don’t get me wrong, my career means a lot to me, but it’s Izzy’s birthday in a few days and I can’t miss it.”

“Camila, listen…” Roger began but the singer cut him off again.

“No, Roger, you listen to me,” Camila pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing heavily. “My career is important to me, but my family comes first. Izzy is turning two and she has been asking for me. This is my child we’re talking about. A missed interview and a cancelled performance, is not going to end my career.” She zipped up her suitcase once she was finished packing. “Whether you like it or not, I’m going home.”

Camila’s father, before everything had gone down and ruined their family, he had taught her to be nice first, because she could’ve always been mean after.

The thing is, once you’re mean, no one is ever going to believe that you’re nice after.

So be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then you can fuck them over after.

Camila carried that with her throughout her life. When she had her own family, she made sure to put them first, because family first and everything else after. Though, they had their challenges, she always showered them with her 'niceness’ that was until Lauren messed up.

“Sing to me, sing to me (I love you), Izzy sing to me, sing to me (I love you), Izzy sing to me, sing to me (I love you), Izzy sing to me, sing to me (I love you)..”

It was so easy for Camila to fall in love with Lauren.

But it wasn’t always as easy as they had made it seem.

Initially, Lauren was scared of falling for Camila. And who could blame her? Love is a scary thing, especially since all good things seemed to have never even glanced in Lauren’s direction.

A part of Lauren was also afraid of Camila because maybe she knew that, her crush at the time, wouldn’t break her like the other girls.

Maybe that’s exactly why she was terrified of her. Camila could make Lauren happy, and happiness was definitely something that she didn’t know.

And Lauren knew, that being happy was the most terrifying thing on this earth.

Once you’re happy, it can be taken away from you.

“I know you’re scared Lauren,” Camila caressed Lauren’s cheek. “Hell, I am too, but we can be scared together. We can make this work.”

Lauren sighed and shut her eyes for a moment. “And what if we don’t work out? What happens then?”

“You’ll break my heart, and maybe I’ll break yours,” Camila shrugged. “But being with you, having my heart broken by you would be an honour.”

Maybe the reason it hurts so bad is because of how much you loved the person, how much you loved being with them.

Maybe it’s because you’ve never loved anyone in your life as much as you love this person.

And when it ends, you finally realise exactly how big of a part they are of who you are today.

Having to leave something you poured your heart and soul into… that shit isn’t easy and will never be easy.

And then, for the first time ever, you’ll finally experience what it’s like to have your heart break into a million pieces.

Lauren laughed softly and cupped Camila’s cheeks. “I am so damn scared, Camz. You have no idea just how truly terrified I am of being with you…but being without you is even scarier.”

“I’m going to be here with you, every step of the way,” Camila intertwined their fingers. “I know I’m going to mess up. I am not perfect. I say dumb things at the worst possible moments. But when I tell you, this thing in my chest,” she brought Lauren’s free hand and placed it over her chest to feel her heartbeat. “This right here…it beats for you and it always will.”

Lauren placed a kiss on Camila’s cheek, and pulled away, staring into her eyes. “There’s no one else in this world that I will ever truly adore the way I adore you.”

Maggie Jauregui; Lauren’s younger sister stepped out into the backyard and took a seat next to the couple. “I don’t mean to be that person, but I’m going to be that person.” She sighed dramatically. “I have been rooting for this since the beginning of time, if you don’t get together this instant, I will…” Maggie paused for dramatic effect. “…..die.”

Camila laughed and playfully punched Maggie in the arm. “Why are you like this?”

The teenager at the time, shrugged her shoulders. “I get asked that a lot and I have never came up with an answer. But don’t beat around the bush! Are you two together or not?!”

Camila looked at Lauren, who looked at Maggie, who looked back at Camila.

“I’m taking that as a yes,” Maggie squealed. “Mark my words, you two are going to get married, have beautiful babies and be a power couple! I’m calling it from now.”

Izzy and Camila had stopped dancing on the stage. The child tugged on her mother’s jacket, so that she could stoop to her height, Camila obliged.

Izzy placed a hand on her mother’s cheek as she sang the last few lines of the song, staring deeply into the woman’s brown eyes.

“Mommy sing to me, sing to me (I love you), Mommy sing to me, sing to me (I love you), Mommy sing to me, sing to me (I love you), Mommy sing to me, sing to me (I love you)…”

Camila wiped at her eyes and pulled her daughter into a hug, squeezing the child tightly. “I love you, princesa. I love you so so much.”

Izzy kissed her mother’s cheek. “I love you too, mummy. You’re the best mummy in the whole world!”

Camila placed the microphone in her back pocket, and cupped her daughter’s cheeks. “Baby, I need you to know just how special you are to me. I know sometimes I’m not the best mummy, and I know I make you cry. I’m so sorry for ever doing that to you.”

“It’s okay, mummy. I know you don’t mean it,” Izzy gave her mother a small smile. “I love you.”

All the while, Camila’s fans were looking on at the interaction between the mother and daughter, with their hearts being warmed at such an intimate moment. Camila wasn’t worried about doing this in front of her fans, she needed her daughter to know just how much she means to her, and this seemed like the right moment to do just that.

Camila kissed the child’s forehead. “I love you too, estrella. I don’t know what I did to be blessed with an amazing daughter like you.”

Izzy shrugged and smiled sweetly at her mother. “That’s simple, mummy. You married, mama.” She looked across the stage at her mother who was apparently bickering with her younger sister, who now had Elena in her arms.

Camila glanced at her wife, shaking her head with a smile on her lips. “You’re absolutely right, princesa.”

“Can I have the vows?” The minister asked the couple.

Lauren along with Camila we’re both emotional messes at the moment, but they had to push through their tears of joy to recite their vows to each other.

“I,” Lauren began and paused. “I love you,” she brought Camila’s hand to her lips, kissing it softly. “I think that’s all I need to say, because if I go on to talk about the way you make me feel, we’ll be standing here all day.” The crowd laughed, along with Camila; she wiped at her eyes. “You make me unbelievably happy and I, in all my years of living, never thought that I would ever be this happy. You drive my heart wild, and you drive me crazy, a perfect combination. When I first saw you that day in that crowded hall, something in me knew that we would’ve been forever. I’m just glad you gave me that chance.”

Camila squeezed Lauren’s hand. “I’d give you that chance all again in a heartbeat, my love.”

“I’m shy, and I’m quiet but when I’m around you, you bring out the best in me. You bring out a part of me that I didn’t know existed. When I’m around you, I can’t imagine not being around you. I’ve never wanted a casual type of love. I’ve always wanted someone to lean on and someone to love. I’ve always wanted someone to live with, rather than exist with,” Lauren inhaled deeply, she was trying her best to not cry, but that was physically impossible when she was about to marry the woman she always wanted. “I need commitment, consistency, intimacy and connection, and I am so utterly blessed to have found that in you, Camila Cabello. You are the love that came without warning, you had my heart before I could say no. I want to spend the rest of my life loving you. I want you, all of you for the rest of forever. I love you, for all that you are and for all that you will be. You are my happy ever after.”

She slipped the ring on Camila’s finger and brought it to her lips kissing it gently. “I’m glad I’m the person that you love.”

***

“Izzy! Izzy! Izzy” Elena ran towards her best friend, and wrapped her in a hug. “Hi!”

Izzy giggled and hugged her friend back. “Hi. I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Your mummy said to keep it a secret, and I was going to tell you, but your tía said she was going to beat me up.” Elena pouted.

Maggie laughed as she heard what Elena just said. “I didn’t say no such thing,” she lifted her niece into her arms, hugging her tightly. “I said, I would want to beat you up. Not that I was going to.” She playfully rolled her eyes. “But ugh, Mini Me, you are a star! I’m so proud of you. You’re a better singer than your mummy that’s for sure.”

Izzy blushed. “Thank you, tía.” She kissed Maggie’s cheek.

“Go play with your demon friend,” Maggie placed her back on the ground, as the two ran off with Sinu and Valentina. “Your performance was amazing, Camzii. I’m so proud. I might’ve shed a tear or two.”

Lauren laughed. “You were crying throughout the whole thing.” She wrapped her arms around her wife, kissing her forehead. “Amazing as always, mi amor.”

“You really think so?” Camila asked. “I just wanted to introduce Izzy into my world. I mean, I don’t want her to grow up in it because it’s not always rainbows and trees, but I don’t want her to feel as though I’m hiding her.”

Maggie nodded, and placed a hand on her sister in law’s shoulder. “She knows, trust me. That kid is obsessed with you. You’re an amazing mother, so now, I guess I have to take it back when I said you were a shitty one.”

Camila shoved the woman away, who laughed loudly. “I fucking hate you, but also, thank you. I’m trying to be the mother Izzy deserves.”

“Hey, sissy,” Becky approached her sister. She had a plate of food in her hand, because apparently stuffing her face was more important than talking to her sister after the very first performance she had seen. “You and Izzy should start a band or something. I’m impressed. The kid has some incredible vocals.” She shoved something in her mouth. “By the way, these cream puffs are amazing. What the hell.”

“Ooh, yes girl!” Maggie snatched one out of her plate. “I love those too. Come, let me show you what you have to try.”

The couple laughed as their sisters walked away and headed towards the food table. “They’re literally the same person.”

“Right?” Camila agreed with her wife. “Well, today was a success.”

“And you were amazing as usual,” Lauren pulled her wife onto a couch, Camila sitting on her lap. “I know it hasn’t even started yet, but I can’t wait for your tour to be over.”

The woman laughed, she slipped her fingers into Lauren’s hair. “It’ll be over before you know it, trust me. And we’re going to be okay. Whatever life throws at us, we’re going to kick it’s ass.”

“Together?”

“Together.”

***

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oblio-k · 6 years ago

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ANYWAYS ive been working on a mila fic whenever im exhausted and here it is. whether it’s love or manipulation is up to the readers

Invitation

As Mila pulls a weed from the little garden she’s started behind her employer's mansion, she finds it hard to keep her mind from wandering. From thinking about how her life is so different now.

She forces herself to use the word different because if she uses another word she fears she may start crying. And if that happens, someone would undoubtedly see her, and her employer would take her aside and ask her if she was alright in a way that would sound kind but could drag any answer out of her that he wanted. She likes working for him and vastly prefers this life, this job to her old one. Crying will just make things difficult.

Master Tain had been cruel and treated her as if she was nothing if he noticed that she existed at all. She’d been on the receiving end of his wrath quite frequently and had been left with bruises more than she cared to admit.

Agent Tain is cruel, but never to her. To her, he’s careful and kind, respectful. He goes out of his way to spend time with her and never raises a hand to her. When he looks at her, he doesn’t look through her, and she’s glad to be acknowledged.

She knows he’s only so kind because she knows who he really is. Who he isn’t, rather. But she likes to think it’s also because they’re friends. Or, at least, are becoming friends.

But when she looks at him when he’s working, she’s reminded of how they met, and she can’t stop her hands from trembling just a bit. Before meeting Agent Tain, she’d only ever seen people die from old age or illness. She’d never seen people be murdered. She’d never seen people be or had been interrogated, never had to learn how to use a weapon-

“Miss Garak.”

When she stands and turns, Enabran is behind her. At first, his ability to sneak up on her, to appear out of nowhere, had scared her. Now, it still frightens her, but she doesn’t worry he will hurt her. He’s had so many opportunities to get rid of her, to eliminate the last person besides his superiors that knew his secret, but he’s never taken them. She is alive and unharmed, save for a scratch on her palm from a tool she’d grabbed the wrong end of while gardening.

Before she can greet him, she sees the wound cutting across his abdomen. It’s as if someone had slashed him with a sharp knife. One hand presses tightly against the large wound, like he’s keeping himself from spilling open, though it does nothing to stop the flow of blood. A smaller puncture wound by his clavicle bleeds profusely. She forces herself to get over her shock after looking at each injury and takes his free arm around her shoulders. He leans against her and she helps him inside.

It’s not the first time he’s come to her with injuries, and she can never tell if he is in pain. Enabran is silent as they walk to the master bedroom, and his breathing is steady. It’s not typical for an Obsidian Order agent to appear immune to any injury, from what she’s overheard and seen.

She’s not entirely sure she knows why that is. Mila suspects he’s not a normal agent, that these assassination and interrogation attempts come so frequently because he is proof of something his superiors would very much like to erase.

He sits on the edge of his bed and she washes the dirt from her hands and retrieves the medical kit he has hidden away. It takes a moment for the wall panel to open when she lets it scan her palm, and when she turns around, Enabran is pulling off his bloodied, torn shirt. There are no wounds on his back, and he lies down as she opens up the kit next to him.

Mila doesn’t understand why he trusts her. Still, she dutifully heals him and when the medical scanner picks up an odd substance in his system, she asks, “Have you been poisoned, sir?”

“It’s a truth serum,” he replies, an odd smile on his face. His voice is completely level, as if he hadn’t almost bled to death. “A very strong one.”

“But it doesn’t work on you.”

“Of course it d-doesn’t.” His voice cracks, and he closes his eyes. But he’s too late to hide it when she’s looking directly at him. His pupils dilate. Bizarrely, he begins to laugh. “Why would it work? I’m Cardassian.”

It means something, that. An inside joke that she’s not privy to the context of. But Enabran glances at her, an invitation for her to investigate. He won’t be upset if she finds out what that means- he wants her to, she’s almost sure. The secret she knows could destroy everything he’s worked for, what’s another?

“Miss Garak, are you finished?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Thank you. Would you get me a cup of tea?” Master Tain had never thanked anyone. Agent Tain never thanked anyone unless he was manipulating them, and even then, only rarely. Enabran always thanks her. She likes to think it’s genuine. He rubs his eyes as she turns, and sits up.

He has a small tea set in his bedroom, a little burner and a few boxes of the different teas he’s collected on his travels. It’s an indulgence of his, and he’ll get a distant look in his eyes for a moment when she hands the cup to him.

She’s thrilled and worried about noticing and knowing these little details about him. It’s an exposure of that part of him from before.

A weakness he would cease if she dared to point it out.

“Make a cup for yourself,” he adds.

“Yes, sir.”

She picks an herbal blend with a pleasant taste she knows will help with his recovery and help relax her nerves. Blood still isn’t something she’s very used to, especially not large quantities of it. Perhaps in a few years, it won’t faze her.

A few years. She’ll be lucky if he lets her live that long, and she’s not sure what she’s feeling when she realizes she only ever thinks about her future being here, serving him.

By the time the tea is done, he’s changed into fresh clothing, a garish orange turtleneck covered by a drab green shirt, with black pants that don’t match the rest of the outfit at all. Fashion is not something he’s good at, but then again, he seems to be good at everything if asked. She’s sure if she requested it, and he was so inclined, he could choose an outfit fitting of his position as heir to the Tain fortune.

As he takes the cup from her and doesn’t even check it for poison, she thinks to herself that he would very likely be inclined to do what she asked. But she won’t. She knows her place.

“Miss Garak, how is your garden?”

“It’s doing quite well. My brother sent me some seeds to try growing, and they’ve finally begun to sprout.”

“Tolan, correct?”

“Yes, sir.” She’d never told him her brother’s name before. “I’m afraid I’ll never quite meet his skill for flowers.”

“I never understood why people enjoy flowers so much.”

“They’re beautiful. People like to look at nice things.” He opens his mouth to say something and hesitates. Perhaps the truth serum is affecting him more than he wants to admit, though she doesn’t know what he could possibly say about flowers that he wouldn’t want anyone to hear. She asks a question that she thinks will be inconsequential, “If there’s anything you would like to see in the garden, I would plant it for you.”

“No. I’m sure whatever you grow will look beautiful.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Though perhaps you should grow more edible plants than flowers. It’s been quite some time since I was last able to eat something that I’d picked myself.” That distant look. Then his pupils grow large and he looks down at his tea as he says, “When I was a boy, my caretakers would take me on walks around the estate grounds after I’d finished my studies for the morning. We’d eat from the garden until lunch was ready. It was nice.” They’re as wide as she’s ever seen on anyone as he finishes.

Before she can offer her own story about her and her brother enjoying fruits and vegetables from their father’s garden, he asks her, “Miss Garak, do you know how to play kotra?”

“I’m familiar with the title, not with the rules,” Mila answers, dropping the sir to see what he hopes to gain by teaching a servant a complicated game.

A smile tugs at his lips, and he gets up and pretends not to have noticed. “It’s a game I quite enjoy. I believe you would be a good player.” He retrieves a board from within his desk and brings back to the bed. “I was taught how to play when I was young.”

She expects to find a knife at her throat in an hour, then. “I don’t expect you to play any way but your best, sir, despite my inexperience.”

“Kotra is a game about bold tactical strategy…”

Sure enough, after having quickly lost two games against him and arguing with him after she realized he was allowing her to win their third match, a disruptor is pressed against her throat, her wrists held tight in his other hand. She hadn’t even seen him grab it.

“I think I need to get back to work, Miss Garak,” he tells her, voice cold.

Enough was enough. He couldn’t risk appearing close to her so soon after an incident. Quietly, she agrees, but he doesn’t let her go.

“You understand, don’t you, Mila?” It was too dangerous for them to be friends. To be whatever they were. Mila wonders which one of them he’s afraid for.

After all, why should he care if something happens to her? Attachment was a weakness. He’d said so himself to another agent, and for once, she was absolutely certain he had been honest. “Yes, sir.”

It’s even more likely that he’s not worried at all, that all this is a game to keep her quiet. Still, she enjoyed their time together and will look forward to the next, if it comes.

Agent Tain releases her, lowering the disruptor.

#uhh warnings for blood and injury and tain being absolutely drugged i guess? though its not like. graphic about those things #ds9 #enabran tain #mila garak #star trek #oblio's fics

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