#also his wife is named elizabeth and hearing him use the name again in a marital context is. well.

[boltlightning]

aight. breathless watched. pretty good. jdav autumn concluded. bastard spends the whole series being unphased by anything and lounging around looking like this

and completely loses his cool in the last 15 minutes for the first time, proving himself to be just as emotional as his relatively much more emotional and compulsive companions. good stuff 👍

[apesoformythoughts]

Then Zechariah said to the angel, / “How shall I know this? / For I am an old man, and my wife is advanced in years.” / And the angel said to him in reply, / “I am Gabriel, who stand before God. / I was sent to speak to you and to announce to you this good news. / But now you will be speechless and unable to talk / until the day these things take place, / because you did not believe my words, / which will be fulfilled at their proper time.” (Luke 1:18-20)

A week ago we read a very similar story about the same angel, Gabriel, coming to Mary with very similar news of a pregnancy that was inexplicable by human reason. In response, Mary asked a similar question to Zechariah’s, “How can this be?” And Gabriel explained accordingly.

One lesson to take from that dialogue was that faith builds on reason, so it’s okay to ask questions of God.

And yet, here is Zechariah, asking what is essentially the same question Mary asked, and Gabriel does not explain. Rather, he tells Zechariah, “Listen up, I’m an Angel sent to you directly from the Throne of God” — one imagines his ethereal presence drawn up in angelic umbrage — “and now you’re going to be quiet for nine months.”

Two similar questions, two different answers. On a very primary level this is a fascinating lesson for all of us -- to not form expectations of God by comparing his action in our lives to his action in the lives of others. Rather, we should consider that in all cases, we are given the thing we most need, in light of our circumstances.

Mary was faithful, but also young, and the news Gabriel was bringing her was life-altering in a very dramatic and potentially threatening way. An unmarried women suddenly found to be with child? Her question deserved an answer that both explained and reassured, and Gabriel honored that.

Zechariah, on the other hand, was faithful but also older and more experienced; as a priest offering incense in the temple, he was presumably possessed of enough wisdom to accept that God can do all things, without bringing an earthly, human question into a heavenly visitation. And too, the news Gabriel brought him would not materially change, or threaten Zechariah’s life. His question, then, perhaps needed an answer that humbled him, and reminded him who it was he served. And Gabriel delivered it.

Who knows, perhaps Gabriel foresaw that Zechariah and Elizabeth’s pregnancy would invite all sorts of conversation amid the society of priests with whom they kept company, and these scholars would — as religious scholars are wont to do — engage in argument, supposition and speculation that would be wasteful, besides the point, and ultimately distracting to Zechariah, who needed (like Mary) to ponder all of these things.

Either way, Zechariah, again like Mary, got the answer he needed. When the child was born, Zechariah obediently confirmed to the world that he would be named JOHN, with no ifs or ands or buts about it, and then his power to speak was returned to him.

And that’s the last we hear of Zechariah, who perhaps had discovered that silence is the great conduit of God’s Word.

Lesson learned. We are free to ask what instinctive human reason asks. We just need to be ready to accept the answer we need — the answer will always, ultimately, be to our good — and to proceed from there, in faith.

Come, Lord Jesus! In this last week of Advent, help me to be less forward with the world, to withdraw and quiet down, that I might better hear what you are saying to me, and to the world, by your great coming. Make me open, that might be attentive, and attentive, that I might be further opened, and — like Zechariah — more easily be conformed to your ever-good Will. Amen.

— Elizabeth Scalia

[asmutwriter]

The Gangsta's Wife (Part 1)

DESCRIPTION: (1920) You live a pretty normal life. Living with you're two younger sisters, having moved back to your hometown from when you were younger. This is where you meet the infamous Thomas Shelby who gives you an offer you cant refuse

WORD COUNT: 3365

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WARNINGS: smoking, implied violence, slight sexism, swearing, drinking

DISCLAIMERS

This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

I have not watched Peaky Blinders so this may not be accurate to the actual TV show. It will also not follow the timeline of the show. But I hope you enjoy.

The three brothers sit around the table inside the little room. The one in their pub. The soft chattering of people outside as they play a game of poker. "Play the next hand will you" Tommy says as his two brothers look at him in shock.

"Can you just run past us what you just said again? I think my hearing must be going as I swear you just said you wanted to get married" his younger brother says

"You heard me correctly"

"So who's the lucky lady" the older says

"I've not found her yet" they both laugh "I know it sounds like a ridiculous fantasy. I reckon if we got a girl that has no prior relations to us or the type of stuff that we do then people would be more likely to trust us. Therefore wanting us to be in business more. It will get rid of some of the negativity we have surrounding our name"

"I'm sure we could easily find one off the streets for you" the younger teases as he lets out a low laugh

"I want someone who doesn't get scared easily. Don't want her to get spooked and run off during the honeymoon"

"Well we wish you luck on that journey" The older says as they finish up their game. Calling it a night they head out. Putting on their hats and coats as they start walking. Tommy lighting a cigarette as the three of them walk. His two brothers walking on slightly ahead as he goes to throw the last bit of his smoke down. It had gotten late by now that they didn't expect to bump into someone. Quite literally.

You run down the alleyway. Turning to face behind you to see if he was following. You turn back just as you bump into someone. He grabs your elbow as to stop you from falling straight onto your ass "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" you stutter out. Eyes going to the alleyway. The strangers eyes fall to your neck. The dark bruising around it. He looks down the alleyway. His hand falling from your elbow as he meets your gaze again.

"Tommy?" you hear someone calling as you dart your eyes between the three figures

"I- I need to go" a mild panic in your voice as you start to walk away. Your eyes constantly go back to the alleyway. You turn away from him. Bumping into the two other men as you walk past. "I'm sorry. I need to go" they move out your way as you run past them.

-

Some people would call you a thief. You prefer the term con woman. And a good one you are. Allowing you to be able to steal jewels and money without people noticing. This allowed you to keep up your income. That's what had caused the bruising around your neck though. You got caught by someone who didn't take your petty theft lightly.

You run to your house. Opening the door you pretty much slam it behind you. Your little sister jumps out of bed.

"Flo!" she calls out. Hugging you. You hug her back. Seeing your other younger sister opening here eyes at you.

"We were wondering when you'd be back"

"I'm here now" you kiss your sister on the top of her head. You grab into your coat pocket. Pulling out a necklace and bracelet. Followed by a pair of earrings. Elizabeth grabs it from you as she sits up on the bed.

"Oh my god!" she looks at it, holding them up to her ears "what do we think?"

"Ooh very fancy. Look like a proper little lady" she grins at you causing you to chuckle. She hands them back to you as you put them back in your coat. "I plan on selling them tomorrow. Then we can get that house we were looking at. Until then though we should be getting to bed. Come on" she nods. Jumping back into bed. You pull the covers up over the both of them. Stroking the hair out of their eyes as you grab a blanket. Going over and sleeping on the sofa on the adjacent wall.

You'd managed to sell the items the next day. Getting a good amount of money in exchange for the house. That and your savings from the previous months. You find the current seller of the house you were wanting. Him smoking outside the building, chatting to someone else. You walk over to him "I'd like to buy this house" he looks at you, eyeing you up and down

"You can't afford it" you reach into your pocket handing him a wad of cash. He looks at the money. Then at you

"Why don't you get your husband to come along. I'll talk to him. Alright sweetheart?" you take out some more money.

"I'm buying this house today" he looks back at the money in your hand.

"Ok then love" he goes to take the money from your hand but you move it away. Holding out your other hand

"The keys" he chuckles. Going into his pocket he takes out some keys. Handing them to you as you take them. Then handing him the money.

"Thank you gentlemen. Now excuse me" you go and open the front door. Going inside your new house.

A few days had passed. You'd fully moved into your home. Not that you had much to move from your small box house. Your sisters loved the new place. The three of you had been so used to sharing the same bedroom for years that it felt strange to have your own personal spaces. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy the privacy.

You walk down the street. Arms crossed over your torso as the winter air chills you. You feel a couple of spots of rain. Quickening your pace in hopes to get home before it starts hacking it down. But you're to late. You quickly run over to the nearest building you can as to keep dry from the poor weather. Opening the door as you go inside.

Dripping onto the nice floor as you look around the pub. Empty. You walk over to the bar. Taking off your coat and placing it next to you on the stall. Listening to the rain as you wait for it to calm down. You don't pay much mind to your surroundings. Jumping as you hear a voice.

"I think you're in the wrong place" you turn to look as you jump up from your seat. Two piercing blue eyes watching you from one of the booths. His body slumped against the back of the chair.

"Sorry Mr Shelby. I just- its pissing it down out there and the door was open so I-" he raises his hand slightly. Causing you to stop. He tilts his head at you. Eyes scanning over your body before he speaks, motioning at the seat opposite him.

"Sit" you look at the front door. Hearing the wind picking up more. Your body screaming at you to run. Get out of this place. But going against your better judgement you stand up from your stall. Your body tense as you slide into the booth opposite him. He pours a glass, pushing it towards you.

"I'm ok thank you"

"I insist" you look at his eyes. Then at the drink. Picking it up as you take a sip. Placing the beverage down onto the table and passing it back to him. "You're that girl from a few weeks ago"

"I don't know what kind of night you had a few weeks ago but I can promise you that we've never met before" he chuckles at your statement. Your boldness intriguing him.

"You ran into me. You had bruises around your neck" his eyes go to your throat. You shuffle slightly under his gaze.

"Even if it was me then my business is my own" you say confidently. Eyes meeting his as he nods

"I can drink to that" he picks up the glass. Taking a sip of it before placing it back down in the center of the table.

"Why are you drinking here alone?"

"Like you said. My business is my own" you nod, half smiling as you lean forward and grab the glass from the middle again. Drinking the remainder of the liquid. Placing the cup down. He takes it, pouring some more. Sipping it before placing it back to the middle of the two of you

"I should be getting back" as if on cue you hear the rain start to pick up more. "Or maybe not" you say, a slight annoyance in your voice

"Looks like you're going to be here for a while" he says. Motioning at the bar "Grab another glass" You look at him. Then look at the drink he's already poured. You stand up, going behind the counter and grabbing one. You head back over to him, sitting down as you place the cup down. He takes it from you. Pouring you a glass and handing it to you. That's when you notice the blood on his knuckles. Your breath hitches slightly.

He's fully aware of what you've seen. There's no way he can't know that you've seen his hands. But he remains unfazed. Instead he calmly drinks his drink. Eyes on you as he places the cup onto the table. Watching you. "Do you have a pack of cards on you?" you say. More to try and help your nerves then to make small talk. Avoiding his cold gaze as best as you can as you. He shakes his head as you let out a soft 'oh'.

"What's your name?" He asks as he reaches into his pocket. Taking out some cigarettes. He offers you one. The pack facing you. You reach over, grabbing one out

"Florence. My friends call me Flo though" you say, placing the stick into your mouth as he takes one for himself. Grabbing out a light he lights his one.

"What can I call you then?" Before reaching over with the lit match. You lean over the table as he lights the end for you. Putting the match out as you sit back down onto your seat properly. Taking the smoke from your mouth as you look at him. Head titling slightly

"Flo" you say, causing him to half smile. He takes the item from his mouth, replacing it with his drink before speaking again

"You new around here Flo?"

"I grew up here but moved to London when I was about 12. Moved back a few months ago"

"Is it anything like how you remembered?" you laugh slightly

"I have a lot of fond memories of this place from when I was a kid. But now... lets just say that things are a bit different now that I'm older" he nods. You have some more of your drink. You go to say something else just as the door opens. You recognize him as one of the Shelby boys. John you believe his name to be.

"Tommy we need you back home" he says, his eyes falling onto you as you turn to face him. "Who's the girl?"

"No one" he says "what do you need help with?"

"Family matter". You stand up

"That is my cue to leave" you say. Going over to the bar again and grabbing your coat "thank you for the drinks Mr Shelby" you say, smiling softly at him as he smiles back. Nodding towards you as you head outside. Going past the younger brother half cautiously as you walk back home. You must've been in the pub longer then you remember as the rain has practically stopped by now. Letting you have a relatively dry walk back.

It had been a week since you moved in. Your sisters were at school so you decided to have a day out. Going out the front door. Turning around to lock it. Just as you see your neighbor coming out of the house next to you. You look and see John coming out. You look away quickly. Locking he front door as he turns to face you

"You're the lass from the pub" You face him and smile slightly

"I don't know what you mean" he nods slightly. Looking at your house as you walk into the street more. "Have a nice day Mr Shelby" you smile as you walk off. Trying to get rid of any business you may have with the Shelby family and the Peaky Blinders.

You go on a bit of a shopping spree during your day out. Not buying anything to ornate but possibly spending more money then you should have. Buying fresh fruit and veg, some bread and other necessities. You meet up with one of your friends and have a chat with her.

You head back to your house. Unlocking the front door and heading inside. You place the food down onto the kitchen side, starting to put the stuff away. A few minutes go past before there's a knock at the door. You look, unsure of who it could be. Elizabeth and Mary would just walk in knowing you leave it unlocked for them. You go to the door. Opening it. John and Tommy standing by it. Johnny leaning against the door frame. Before you have time to speak (or close the door on them) the youngest brother speaks. A smile on his face that you can't read.

"Mind if we come in?" your eyes dart between the two men

"Sure" you manage to say. Moving out the way and motioning for them to come in. Body tense as they both head inside. You go into the living room "Do you want anything to drink?" Trying to keep your cool as John sits down. Tommy leans against the wall as he watches you.

"No. You see we've come to have a little chat" the younger says

"About?"

"Are you spying on us?" the older says

"Why would you think that?"

"You bump into us late at night, then you come into the pub. Now you're living next door" the younger says, leaning back onto your sofa as they both watch you. His eyes darting as he expresses his words with his hands.

"Its a small town Mr Shelby. Purely coincidence" he stands up. Turning to face you as he takes his cap off. Your eyes dart to the object before going back up to his face "I am aware of who you are. What you are apart of. But I am not a spy. So there will be no need for you to use that" you motion at his hat. Your eyes fixed onto his as you feel yourself shaking slightly from fear. Trying to regain your composure.

"We asked around about you. No one seems to know who you are. An introverted young woman. No husband or family. Only recently moved in"

"I am orphaned. My mother died when I was young. Father died Just before the war. I lived in London for a while but made some enemies recently so moved back here where I grew up. If that is all the questions you have then I would like you boys to leave my house" John places his hat down onto the side table. Sitting back down on the sofa as he looks at you. Smiling

"I think I'll take that drink now"

You clench your fists slightly but nod. Going into the kitchen you make them both a drink. Resting your hands against the counter top as you curse at yourself slightly. How did you end up here? You really did not want to make the Peaky Blinders you enemy.

You walk back in. Placing two cups down. You stay standing. Folding your arms over your body in an effort to hide your hands shaking. You hear the front door open. Your sisters walking in. "Flo you'll never guess what happened today at... school..." Elizabeth says the last word quietly as she walks into the living room. Mary coming in and grabbing her sisters hand as they look at the two men, then you.

"Why don't you two head upstairs, hmm?" she nods slightly. Her eyes going to the two men before she goes up to her room. Taking her sister with her. You shut the living room door. Shutting your eyes as you lean your head on the door. "Fuck" you mutter. Turning back around as the older one speaks

"You told us your family was dead"

"No I said I was orphaned. I never said my family was dead. Very different things" he nods as he keeps watching you.

"What enemies did you make in London?"

"None that I can't handle" the younger brother laughs. Making you turn towards him "I've dealt with far worse then either of you boys could imagine. I know how to be safe"

"Don't you get worried about your sisters though?" you stay silent "I mean, the reason you didn't tell us about them must've been so we would never find out about them. Never be able to harm them" the younger says. Almost mocking. You take a step closer to him. Keeping heavy eye contact as you speak

"If you ever touch my sisters I will personally rip you apart. Limb by limb. Do you understand?" he stands up. Taking a step towards you

"Was that a threat?" he says. Starting to walk over to you. Tommy moves, facing towards his brother as he puts a hand onto his shoulder as your eyes stay on each others.

"Johnny" he says. A sternness in his voice making the younger look at him. "Go for a walk" he looks at his brother, looks at you. Mutters something under his breath as he opens the door. Leaving. You hear the front door slam shut. You avoid his eyes as you start babbling an apology.

"I'm sorry about that I-"

"I want to make a deal with you" he says. He leans against the wall again. He folds his arms over his torso. His demeanor was a lot more relaxed then yours. You couldn't read him though. You turn to face him properly. Your silence making him continue "I am looking for a wife. I need someone that has no previous associations with myself or my businesses. A positive beacon to my currently negative lifestyle. One that can make me seem trustworthy for future business opportunities"

"Mr Shelby" you say as a soft whisper, your eyes fixed to his as he continues talking

"You said yourself that you have a lot of enemies. Putting not only your life but your sisters lives in danger. I could protect you. The family you have would be safe. I can provide you with money. New clothes. So much food that you would never know what sleeping hungry felt like again" he takes a step towards you. Bringing his arms down as he places them into the pockets of his waistcoat. "You'd be my wife. You'd come with me to professional settings. Help me gain the trust of people that I couldn't on my own" he reaches down. Picking up both the glasses you poured. Handing you one "what do you say?".

You blink at him a couple of times. Taking you a little while before processing what he said. "I am flattered Mr Shelby but... wouldn't a girl of higher status be more rewarding for you? I come from nothing. I have nothing to give you" he pauses for a moment. Eyes unmoving from yours.

"Every time I've met you you've shown me a bravery that no one else has. That is something I value more then riches and materialistic items" you nod slowly as you look down. Thinking through your options before lifting your head up, meeting his gaze as you gently take a glass from him

"Looks like we're getting married" you softly say as you clink your glass to his before downing the liquid. Him letting out a soft chuckle before doing the same

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[mysticalprincesskitten]

Aegon II Targaryen x OC // House of the Dragon fanfic

Soft!Dark!Aegon II Targaryen x OFC, kinda Yandere!Aegon

Trigger warnings: darkish themes, bondage, kidnapping, kinda yandere?? Targcest, OC is Viserys and Aemma's daughter, OC is named Daenerys, OC looks like Elizabeth Olsen in my head, also total self-insert

“Well isn’t this a pleasing sight.”

Aegon sauntered into the royal bedchambers with new confidence bestowed by his stolen crown. Bound to the king's bed, Daenerys could only turn her head away. Aegon approached, slipping his fingers beneath her jaw and tilting her face towards him.

She snapped her teeth, drawing blood. He yanked his hand away.

“So spirited,” he jested. “Have I woken the dragon, sweet sister?”

Daenerys ignored him. He wanted to hear her voice. She would not give him that comfort.

Aegon sighed. Footsteps sounded; Daenerys glimpsed Aegon’s back, clad in green velvet with golden dragons sewn into the brocade, as the usurper king - her husband - poured a goblet of wine and drank it in two long gulps. When he whirled to face her, his lips were stained red.

“You forced my hand! You tried to attack me. I had to take precautions.” He motioned to the rope binding her wrists and ankles to the ornate wooden bed. “Would you rather I throw you in the black cells beneath the Red Keep?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t mean that.”

She didn’t. It stung worst of all; how she still couldn’t help but feel whole in his presence, his fire calling to hers, the blood of the dragon. Aegon had always been by her side. First as a baby brother she had cared for like a doll (whenever she hadn’t been with Rhaenyra, both of them their last remaining link to their mother Aemma), then as her partner in mischief, then as the man she loved. They had always known they would marry. Father had betrothed Aegon and Daenerys mere moons following Aegon's birth, three years after Daenerys. Otto Hightower had encouraged the betrothal. The green leech had no doubt planned to use Daenerys as a hostage against Rhaenyra.

And she had flown straight into his trap.

Daenerys sighed. Her chest ached; she missed Grey Ghost, her most faithful companion, the wild dragon who had chosen her on the cliffs of Dragonstone when she was nine. Where was he? Had he eluded Aemond and Vhagar? The dragon could have returned to Dragonstone by now. She yearned to be with him, to feel the wind on her face as they soared above the clouds.

Her wings had been clipped. Tethered to Aegon’s bed, Daenerys was grounded, caged like Dreamfyre and the other dragons in the Dragonpit.

Aegon sensed her distress. “It doesn’t have to be like this,” he said gently. Pleading. “Please, Naerys. You can be queen. My queen.”

“Our sister is the true queen.”

“No, no! Father changed his mind, my mother told me-“

“Your mother will believe any delusion that affirms her desires!”

Aegon’s face hardened. “You do not believe in me.” Eyes watering, he poured another goblet of wine.

“I have always believed in you,” she said softly, almost whispering. “It is my weakness. I should have flown with Rhaenyra to Dragonstone when I had the chance, let your mother betroth you to Helaena…”

“Do not say that,” said Aegon sharply. He was next to her now, towering over her. She strained against the rope, trying to squirm away, even as her blood stirred. But Aegon had had enough of her resistance; his hand gripped her chin, hard enough to immobilize her jaw so she couldn’t bite him. He forced her eyes to his.

“You are mine,” he promised. “My wife. My queen. You were meant for me, and I for you. You will see. This is how it was meant to be. I will rule the Seven Kingdoms with you at my side.”

He leaned closer, whispering in her ear, “And I shall never let you leave me again.”

[dreamwritesimagines]

I stumbled upon your Sunshine HC today while jonesing for my fix and absolutely adore them! I can 100% see Logan not knowing what exactly it is about Sunshine that endears him to her so, it just feels like he'd throttle anyone (other than Theo) who rambles like she does but for some reason he just can't put his finger on it it's (gasp!) cute when she does it.

Secondly, I whole heartedly believe that Sir Bartholomeow adopts Logan when Theo is at home on weekends. Logan doesn't want to like the cat, but it just keeps showing up in his room or laundry or just seeking him out in a room full of people to cuddle up and purr next to, and suddenly before he knows it he's in over his head because every member of the Sunshine family just burrows their way into his heart.

Finally, I saw you post that you are not traditionally a Wolverine/X-Men fan and may I say, I'm *highly* impressed by your Logan!! So many fics have him off the charts OOC but I feel like yours is the perfect blend of gruff yet soft *hearts*

As a lifelong X-Men fan, let me tell you that the Fox timeline absolutely sucks and makes no sense no matter in what order you try and watch. They were all over the place and often not canon to one another.

I can offer a few facts about Logan from the comic book-verse just in case your muse is interested!

He was born in the 19th century as James Howlett, his parents John & Elizabeth were wealthy and it's basically all but spelled out that he's actually the illegitimate son of Thomas Logan, the abusive groundskeeper of the Howletts via an affair with Elizabeth. Side note - Elizabeth and John had another son, John III, who died previous and may also have been Thomas'. Thomas was raising/abusing another son he named (no joke) Dog. A chain of events leads Thomas to kill John, and in turn James' mutation activates and he kills Thomas with his claws and flees. He adopts the name "Logan" and for a time is even living with a pack of wolves.

Eventually he ends up fighting in World War I and II and eventually marries and settles in Japan with his wife. Things go badly (again) and his pregnant wife is murdered - he doesn't know it but the baby was "removed" from her prior to her death and its many *many* years before he meets his son, Daken.

Eventually he's kidnapped into the "Weapon X" program and tortured. The program uses his healing factor against him and forcibly bond adamantium to his bones. Eventually he escapes but is left with post traumatic amnesia. It's at this point that he joins the X-Men and becomes the Wolverine we know and love.

And speaking of Logan as a "girl dad", over the years he unofficially adopts a number of girls including Kitty Pryde (Shadowcat), Jubilee, and Rogue. Ultimately he 'adopts' a girl named Laura Kinney, who is believed to be his female clone (X-23). Eventually they discover Laura is actually his daughter.

And just for some muse food that may impact future!daughter Sunshine, know that both of his kids (Daken and Laura - and Laura's clone Gabby) have *very* similar abilities to him. All three have enhanced senses, strength, healing and claws (amongst other abilities). The claws do vary though - Daken has two on top of his hand and one in his wrist, Laura has two on the top of her hand and one in her foot and Gabby just has one on each hand.

And I'm going to shut up now that I've word vomited just as bad as our dear Sunshine and Theo!

Hi loveeee! 🥰

Aaaaaaa I absolutely love this, thank you so so much! 😍 It's so wonderful to hear that you liked the HCs ❤️

Oh you're absolutely right, if it were anyone else other than Sunshine (and Theo) rambling his ear off, he would be veeery annoyed but he's literally watching Sunshine with heart eyes whenever she does it ❤️

Sir Bartholomeow adopting Logan asdfghjkl, cat distribution system 😂

suddenly before he knows it he's in over his head because every member of the Sunshine family just burrows their way into his heart. THIS IS SO ADORABLEEEE! ❤️ I can just see him walking into his room one day to find Sunshine sleeping there with Theo and Sir Bartholomeow sitting by them like he's guarding them ❤️

And Logan will be walking around with Sir Bartholomeow comfortably sitting on his shoulder at the weekend😂

OMG OMG it is so nice of youuuu! ❤️ I was like very nervous about it at first, because I didn't know if he was in character because I didn't watch all the movies and it's like very recent for me, so it's so lovely to hear that he in fact is in character! 🥰

WAIT WAIT I LOVE FACTS ABOUT LOGAN! AAAAA-

Oh noooo his actual father was evil?! 😱

I'm sorry, his father named his son what-

LOGAN LIVED WITH A PACK OF WOLVES?!

He has a son????

Oh that's why he didn't remember the experiments! 😱

Laura is his actual daughter???

Oh that's very interesting! So their abilities are basically the same as his but with small differences aw! ❤️ I wonder what kind of claws his daughter with Sunshine would have🥰 Her strength will shock them too when it first shows😂

Honey I absolutely LOVE THIS! ❤️ You're so amazing, thank you so so much! 🥰🥰🥰

[inujous]

Silver Nights William Dump

William Afton was born in the UK. When he was 5, he and his family moved to the USA. He had enrolled in Kindergarten and made his first and mostly only friend, Henry Emily. He'd grown up being beaten by his father for being effeminate; he also witnessed his mother's near-death until she managed to take herself and William out of that situation. He'd keep in touch with Henry through the years, and in high school, they'd meet in person again; being in a safer environment, he pursued gymnastic classes and later studied the acrobats at circuses he frequented. He'd hear Henry's wishes for more familial spaces, and they'd propose a Diner they'd run together one day. William's interest in Robotics and Engineering has always been around, but it was elevated in high school. After graduating, he and Henry attended the same university to continue working together. Eventually, they worked hard and long enough to gain investors in their diner and animatronics. William then married a woman named Margaret, also called Maggie. They would have a firstborn named Michael, and a year later, Henry and his girlfriend had a pair of Twins, Charlotte and Samuel. Their family continues to be close. Despite being married and having families, William silently fell in love with his childhood friend Henry. But he would refuse to let him know in any capacity. However, his trust and loyalty in Henry would have grown from their younger years to now.

William loves his children immensely. He'd gotten his family a large home in the suburban neighborhood not too far from Henry's own, becoming neighbors and a close-knit family. He'd even joked with Henry about their children being together to tie their families, Charlie and Michael. Then Maggie, three years later, would birth twins Elizabeth and Evan. William taught Michael how to be their brother, though he never really needed to guide him much as he was pretty loving to them. At the Diner, William's special suit - persona, if you would, Sweet Bonnie was made for Henry's Fredbear. Sweet Bonnie is Fredbear's spouse, a tall yellow rabbit with long curled blonde hair and decently heavy makeup of eyeshadow and lipstick. Due to the time era, William had secretly based her off Drag Queens, which he'd enjoyed enough to use as a cover for his affections for Henry. If he couldn't be with him as a man and because they're both taken, he'd have Sweet Bonnie with Fredbear, which Henry agreed to as it's a 'family diner' after all. They'd later introduce Freddy, Fredbear and Sweet Bonnie's son. His neighbor friends Chica and Bonnie! They wanted a third, and William had noticed how much into a pirate his son Michael had become. Hence, as a gift to the diner and his eldest, he made a Fox Pirate to befriend Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie.

The years would go by, and everyone would be happy. William would get Michael into sports, and Elizabeth and Evan started ballet classes under Maggie's teachings. Things at the Diner were swell, too! Until Michael's sports friends started coming around the diner and picking on the guests - including Michael's own brother. William tries to get his son to stop; they have arguments, especially about how Evan would cry as a reaction. William firmly believes he can respond how he needs to; to cry does not make you less of a man. Michael disagrees. It's back and forth. While this is happening, Henry's been less attentive to their diner and more focused on his children. William's frustration is hard to speak about since Henry's wife has recently passed, so he's doing it alone. Henry refuses to hire a babysitter, a lot of problems are piling up, and William begins to drink and drink heavily. He had decided in his drunken stupor that if he saw Charlotte or Sammy, he'd end them for taking Henry from his duties. On the Twins' birthday, William finds Charlotte alone in the alley; no thoughts but William's promise would come into play, stumbling out of the car with a bottle looming behind her before cracking it and holding her still. Dark skies above, rain pouring down, alcohol staining him. She bites and wriggles. Still, he'd stab the shards into her chest several times and end her off with a slit throat - until he remembered what he was doing. He stopped midway, dropping her behind a dumpster to flee back to his car and hurry home. He slept in the basement that night. He felt no regret, though. He thought it would be okay. Henry would get over it.

He'd not know Charlie survived until next morning. He'd learn she had no recollection it was him and so, he acts like nothing happened.

[thebrandywine]

Is it alright to ask for like a..recap? On the side characters of broken machine? I think it’s because I’m bad at names but like marks, Jamie, etc?

OF COURSE-- I love talking about my OCs skjbwkf There are some one-off appearances throughout the fic, so I'll limit the information below to the OCs who might appear again/be regular characters.

Allison (Allie) Marks: Marks is a newer recruit. She went on Leon's first field mission with the BSAA where Leon saved her life and has now become the 'extrovert adopts an introvert' stereotype. As of the latest chapter, is in a relationship with Jamie Wilson.

James (Jamie) Wilson: Wilson is also a newer recruit, and he also went on Leon's first field mission and also had Leon save his life. Wilson was an asshole to him just prior but apologized and asked Leon to train him -> this is what led to 'class' and Leon's army of ducklings. He recently kicked the shit out of West and is in a relationship with Allie Marks.

BSAA NA Branch Director Michael Peters (Mike, Peters): What it says on the tin. We like Peters! He's a family man who's bad at chess and good at bribing dogs with Milk Bones.

Pauline: Peters' receptionist (and also secretly his wife). Also good at bribing dogs with Milk Bones.

Combat Medic Nikhil Shaan (Nik, Shaan): A character first spawned in [like classical music], Nik is an all-around good guy who (for some reason) is always the one stitching Leon up. We also like Nik :)

Doctor Mitchell: Leon's therapist. Has a moustache.

Christina Ryan: BSAA NA's very own head librarian! She saved Leon's life once and is now good friends with him (though she despairs of his love of horror).

Elizabeth (Lizzie) Ryan: Christina's daughter and (according to her) Leon's best friend (although he's not her best friend). Enjoys stars, light-up shoes, and scaring the daylights out of her mother. Does not like spiders in her mouth.

Casey: An old friend of Peters' who rehabilitates abused animals and turns them into emotional support animals. She was the foster mother of Bingo until Leon adopted her.

Doctor Samantha (Sam) Ansari: Sam was the doctor to check Leon out after his initial transfer and was uncomfortable enough around him for the second check up to ask Chris to stay in the room. She is clearly afraid of the things that she's been hearing about him.

Now, onto the people we for sure don't like.

Captain Erica Mills [deceased]: A former Reconnaissance & Recovery (R&R) captain, Mills was a suspected serial abuser who used Leon's contract against him and forced him to perform sexual acts on her. We're glad she's dead. Rot in hell, bitch.

West: A huge asshole who no one outside of his little group of like-minded assholes likes, West tried to sexually assault Leon after Erica Mills' funeral and then almost got his arm snapped in half by Leon. After it was revealed that he also pulled similar shit with Allie Marks, he subsequently got his ass beat by Jamie Mills. We'll be seeing no more of this fucker very shortly.

Cox: A former DSO agent, Cox was in charge of Leon on a mission in Texas a number of years before 'broken machine' takes place, and almost got him killed. He was relieved that Leon's contract hadn't changed (meaning his personhood), and he'll be back.

DSO Director Bell: What it says on the tin again. Bell took over after Simmons was killed in China, immediately beginning a new regime that we see in [like classical music]. Willingly sold Leon to the BSAA for reasons heretofore unknown...

Brand: The bland man Brand is utterly average in every way, shape, and form, leaving him both unmemorable and unremarkable. He was the one who brought Leon to the BSAA initially in order to show off the goods; also shocked Leon's implant for funsies. He's Bell's second in command, also originating from [like classical music].

I think that should be everyone, but let me know if there are any characters that I missed!

[braveclementine]

Part 10

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. Also, all of Severus and Elizabeths' childrens names are mine and mine alone.I also do not condone any copying of this.

SNAPE HOUSEHOLD- PRINCE ESTATE

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Severus walked into his bedroom to find Elizabeth inside, sitting on the bed, fixing her hair in the mirror. There was a brown bottle of what looked like beer on the dresser table and he hesitated from commenting. They still weren't on perfect ground, though they had definitely been doing better than the year where they hadn't spoken at all to each other. 

He took note that she was dressed for Auror work, though she hadn't done on the ground work in a few years. Her combat boots she insisted on wearing were shined, having been freshly taken from the box. Her wand was on the dresser in front of her. 

"What's happening?" 

"We're raiding Nott." She said lightly. "Harry is gathering the force." 

Severus couldn't help the fear that had gripped him. Nott was one of the Death Eaters that had managed to get fewer years in Azkaban compared to the others. After getting out, he'd laid low, very low. 

Despite their uncertainties, he couldn't keep his opinions to himself. "You shouldn't go. He still lusts after you, after all of these years. If he got his hands on you-" 

"Severus, there will be other Aurors there, including Harry, not to mention I am completely capable of handling myself. It's just him and his son." Elizabeth said, standing. She finished off the last dregs of the beer and he hesitated again. 

"Should you be drinking before going in for a fight?" 

She laughed, "It's not alcohol Severus. It's a muggle drink. It's called Rootbeer. It's pop, soda pop? Like Cola and Dr. Pepper. Here." She handed him the bottle, which did indeed have the word 'Rootbeer' on the other side of it. 

"My apologies. I was just worried." Severus said quietly. 

She kissed him sweetly on the lips. "I know. I love you. I'll see you when I get home from work." 

"I love you too. Stay safe." He said softly, watching her leave the bedroom, hearing her footsteps head down the stairs and then nothing more. He sighed, standing in the empty house. The kids had gone out, although Mari could've stayed home without him knowing. 

He treaded down the stairs slowly to go and make dinner, praying his wife would make it home safely. 

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OUTSIDE OF NOTTS HOUSE

Elizabeth moved slowly around the premise, keeping in contact with the rest of the Aurors that were here for the house raid. The occupants of the house were well aware of the attackers outside, the house silent and dark. 

She could hear Harry at the front of the house, knocking on the door, announcing himself. She wondered if he felt as strange as she did, approaching an ex- Death Eaters house that they had once run from. Now, willingly approaching him to raid and possibly make arrests. 

She rounded the back of the house with a fellow Auror by the name of Courtney. Her flaming red hair was bright as she caught Elizabeth's eye across the lawn. Elizabeth nodded once, moving to the back door, looking out for potential traps, murmuring spells with every step for detection and protection. 

"MR NOTT IF YOU DO NOT LET US IN WE HAVE AUTHORIZATION TO BREAK DOWN YOUR DOOR!" Harry's voice was magnified, echoing through the silent yard. A bird chirped in a tree nearby, before taking off, wings fluttering as it flew away. Elizabeth half wondered if it had been an Animagus. 

"YOU HAVE TILL THE COUNT OF THREE!" Harry announced. Elizabeth and Courtney met at the back door at the same time as Harry started the count down. Elizabeth glanced up and saw the curtain twitch. 

"MOVE!" She shoved Courtney out of the way, the witch rolling on the grass as Elizabeth dodged with her, narrowly avoiding the spell that had been thrown at her. "Propulso!" She rocketed upwards, landing on the edge of the window, swinging herself into the room, her feet kicking into the elder Nott's chest. 

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" The younger Nott shouted. Elizabeth rolled behind the bed, the green jet taking a piece of the footboard with it. 

"STUPEFY!" She shouted back, feeling stupid that in a life and death situation, she was not allowed to defend herself permanently. The younger Nott dodged the spell as the elder made it to his feet, holding a hand out to his son. 

"Wait." He croaked, grinning. Unlike Lucius, his form had changed drastically in his years. He was missing teeth, his hair graying and thin. "We take 'er with us." 

"Fat chance." Elizabeth huffed. Her spell work became far more precise and with vicious speed, her and the younger Nott in a terrific duel. She sent the younger Nott flying with a well placed spell, but the elder one managed to catch her off guard. She grunted as she went flying through the air, hitting the wall with terrific force. 

Paintings and the candles in the brackets fell with her, cluttering to the floor. Glass broke in the frames, the occupants running off the glossy pages to escape. The flames went out in the candles thankfully as she threw herself to the side once more, dodging another spell. 

She fought from behind the loveseat she had been thrown behind, ducking as another spell flew over her head. The clock above her head was smashed to splinters, raining down on her, the cuckoo bird bouncing off her head comedically, falling to the floor and rolling under the sofa. She winced, almost rubbing the area it hit her, before remembering she had more pressing issues to worry about. 

Harry burst in through the other door as she ducked again, stunning both of the Notts out, both of them completely collapsing to the ground. 

"You all right?" He asked, his wand still pointed at the two men as Elizabeth moved out from behind the couch, rubbing the top of her head with a wince. 

"I'm fine. Let's find what we came here for." She sighed, waving her wand so that the two Notts were bound back to back, placed by the stairs. Three of the other Aurors brought them back around, dragging them out of the house. 

"Here." Harry said, pulling out the time turner that was hidden in the floorboards, in a safe. "We found it." 

Elizabeth peered at it, noting the differences between this one and the others. "It's certainly different." 

"Shall we bring it to the Minister then?" Harry asked with a grin. 

Elizabeth grinned back, "We shall." 

[lara635kookie]

11-MechanicBrunt:

I don't know if that's their official ship name(what else would it be, MechaniCoach?) but they're neat anyway. They were each other's wife. The little we see from them, I loved it. The way Brunt was the only faculty member that actually liked The Mechanic and wanted her to be a part of the faculty is just so cute. They are two tough ladies who are soft for each other and only each other. I just love imagining the fact they they solve every single fight with an arm wrestling battle. They deserved more screentime.

12-OtterMoose:

Again, not sure if that's the official ship name for Otter Man and Moose Boy but they are legit. Forgettable, but when you remember them, you ship it. Just like Red Crackle and Spin Kick and Fly Trap, OtterMoose is a cheaper version of Jeantonio. They also don't have that much of screen time but Jeantonio works in all its forms and variations so it wouldn't be different with this version of Jeantonio.

13-PaperCarm:

I thought their official ship name was Red Star, ngl. Anyway, that's another one I thought wouldn't rank this high up but here we are. If these two could pull an "enemies" then work together for the same side adding "to lovers" they would be unbeatable and would win every single little time. No exceptions. It wouldn't be hard for them to find common ground since they have a lot in common and It's noticeable, and if the other goes to the partner's side, I can definitely see it working. Of course we know none of them is switching sides, but the tension is still there. Another IT couple vibes. I can imagine Shadowsan being done with their relationship and them just laughing at his face and keep dating anyway because they don't follow rules and can do whatever the hell they want. They are the most badass girlies alive so it's only natural we imagine how them as a couple would feel like and the off the charts competition would make it amazing and fun to watch.

14-MimeTiger:

Once again I don't know if that's their ship name but Mime Bomb and Tigress is a fun idea. Back in class days Black Sheep was Gray's partner, El Topo was Le Chevre's partner so it's only natural we think of Mime Bomb and Sheena as partners, since they are the only ones left of the part of that specific class we know. They just pass that vibe of "if you were my husband I would poison your food, coffee, tea or whatever" "If you were my wife I would eat/drink it" which I know it's kinda toxic but considering their characters it seems cohesive, at least it feels like it would be for a little while. I don't see them officially dating but maybe making out without commitment again. It's fun to imagine the possibilities of them mocking each other and just having overall moments.

15-Tiggray:

Yes, it stands for Tigress and Gray. Okay, just hear me out:I have a headcanon that Sheena had a little crush on Gray. They were side by side at Coach Brunt's presentation and I just can imagine it perfectly:They start having a small talk chit chat, maybe flirted a little(Sheena is blonde with light eyes, she probably reminded Gray a little from Australian girls, like queens Margot Robbie, Cate Blanchett, Nicole Kidman, Naomi Watts, Samara Weaving, Toni Collette, Angourie Rice, Teresa Palmer, Elizabeth Debicki, Abbie Cornish, Claire Holt, Teagan Croft and so many other australians with those characteristics), and bold Sheena wants a new toy to play with and Gray is her new found target. Not because she actually likes him, she just wants to have him to use. Own him and then go for another one after. She wants him to fall for her but doesn't want to fall in love for him back. Then, Black Sheep intimidates Gray. Gray is intrigued and his attention is no longer at Sheena, one of(not the only reason of course) the reasons she didn't like Black Sheep. At that scene, Sheena doesn't look at Black Sheep, she looks at Gray, seemingly analyzing his reaction to what Black Sheep was doing, looking jealous. Then at the dorm scene, Gray calls Sheena "Princess", like reminding her he didn't forget about her, and tells her to stop messing with Black Sheep's stuff and she immeadiately does as he said. I can't imagine she stopping if Antônio or Jean Paul said it. Also, from their class time, as Jeantonio were probably already living in their own little fairytale world, her rivalry with Black Sheep was blooming and Mime Bomb was being "the quiet kid", Gray seemed like the one Tigress hated the least from her class. When they graduate, Sheena pulls him by the arm to "sit at the big kids table". She clearly wanted him there. With her, instead of Black Sheep. Gray and Black Sheep being close/best friends, would only make Tigress's goal even more suitable for her. She would not only have Gray but also upset her rival, Black Sheep. She also could view him as a way of getting to Black Sheep's nerve. Also, the novel and the unreleased scenes footages show that Gray accidentaly called her Tigress and she kept it. Gray literally gave Tigress her code name. Gray is one of the reasons why Tigress is...well, herself. All of their interactions combined together could mean this or she actually liked Gray a little bit but seeing he's not interested she grew out of this, which would actually make them kinda cute if Gray reciprocated. They would be a power couple in a multiverse out there. They hold the potential of an interesting narrative but not the best, so their position here sounds fitting for them.

16-Zarulia:

Zari and Julia only worked together for a short while but you can tell they are competent at their jobs. They would be A.C.M.E.'s IT Couple if they were a thing. They are a little low because we don't see much of them but I really wish we had.

17-Julivy:

This one, they have little to no interaction but the idea of them amuses me. Based on her characters, I think they could be an interesting pair. Now that they are both co-workers at A.C.M.E. they could actually be something. Take the time to see where it goes, y'know? Maybe they wouldn't date in this super serious relationship but who knows? I think they could be kinda cute together.

18-Cari:

Zari and Carmen would be two girlbosses and I love that for them. The best vigilante with the best A.C.M.E. agent(yes Zari is that, I said what I said, sue me). I wish we could have gotten more of them, even in friendship terms.

[lostonehero]

Instead of the big fake fnaf place

Henry builds a museum history or fnaf all original aniomtroics inside behind bulletproof glass reinforced

Henry visits often at night he knows they come to life at night

He always stops by the springlock suit his old friend, his business partner, and his enemy.

"Henry." A raspy British voice sounds through the glass as a familiar pounding as the robotic hand slams against the glass doing nothing.

"William, my old friend, we both know that won't work." Henry sits on the bench and places his cane next to him. "Your prison has sastified the rest. However, that isn't why I'm here. Although they are excited for night tours to see people again."

"Come to make another mockery of me? If it wasn't for "

"If it wasn't for Elizabeth accidental death, you wouldn't have gone over the edge, I know, I know." He sighs. "Someone is posing as your dead son Micheal." Henry looks over hearing static in his ears. "Evan, relax. I don't think it's him, but if you like, I can get the imposter here for you to talk to."

"Micheal." Willaim spits that name like poison.

"You're the one who reinforced the jaw. Not important anymore, is it? You lead him to Baby's circus world, and well, that much blood we both know he didn't survive."

"What would someone gain posing as him? He was an awful son and a terrible kid." William hisses.

Henry tisks. "He was lashing out against you, William. He knew he was unwanted and a mistake Clara didn't let him forget."

William steps back, looking away. "Again, I was unaware how my wife treated him. As much as I didn't like the boy, I never laid a finger on him."

"I know William, I know." Henry sighs. "I can at least say you weren't a completely awful parent to them, but that's all I'll give you." Henry gets up. "Don't be too rude to guests, William. I'll bring the imposter here. He did apply for the night position."

Willaim turns away. "If it is him, he would be in his 50s. Neither of us would be able to recognize him."

Henry taps his cane. "Maybe not, but he'll be here tomorrow night. I'll be interviewing him myself touring around here. We can both judge."

"Very well, Henry, I'll be civil." He pauses. "That teenage bite victim you never told me if he lived."

Henry chuckles. "Jermey, we did keep in contact. He's the one who pushed the imposter to apply here. He's a bit damaged and heavily scared, but his hair covers most of it. It's amazing how a human can survive a bite like that."

"Fascinating, will he be visiting?"

"For the interview no, but he will be here opening night."

William hums sastified. "This may be my prison, but it is yours as well."

"That may be so, but my daughter speaks to me." Henry hums walking away.

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"You really shouldn't wear that shirt to the interview." Jermey frowns brushing the hair out of his taller partner face.

Micheal sighs, tracing his fingers around jermey scar. He then smiles. "Henry is my uncle, and if he knows the truth, he'll smile at the joke."

"It's a little dark, Micheal. This is an interview you can't expect nepotism to help you." Jermey sighs, letting Micheal brush his hair.

"I really don't want the job, I just want to see my uncle, and this seems like a great way to get to him without the illegal options."

"Remind me not to ask about that." Jermey sighs. "Please take off the shorts and wear pants."

"Fine, fine, I'll wear normal pants." Micheal kisses his forehead and gets changed.

"Also, don't get blood on your outfit, I don't want to drag you home in another body bag."

"We both know that was one time, and I don't stay dead that long." Micheal dodges a pillow thrown at him. "Yeah, yeah, I'll be safe."

.....

Henry waited by the entrance. He adjusted his weight, shifting on his old knees. He watched as a figure crossed the street brown hair tied back in a ponytail, but his shirt caught his eye.

"Aniomontric wore my skin like a suit, and all I got was purple rot." Then there was a fnaf logo right underneath of it.

Henry's eyebrow shot up confused. This kid sure had the gall to come to this interview fake name and a bootleg shirt. He clears his throat, finally looking at this kid in the eyes, and his words get caught in the back of his throat. Haunting blue eyes state down at him like he was looking into the eyes of a photo.

"Hey, I'm here for the interview. Sorry, I didn't think you would actually interview me, Uncle Henry." He pauses. "Right, you probably don't recognize me it's been a long time, and I look way younger than I'm supposed to. I mean, I was in denial a long time when I never got my first gray hair yaknow."

"Micheal?"

Micheal nods. "Yeah, I missed you, Uncle Henry." He gives a sheepish smile. "We have to do the tour, right?"

Henry nods mutely. This had to be William's fault. Did he experiment on his kid? "Follow me, and try not to rush ahead. I'm not as spry as I used to be."

Micheal nodded and flinched as he entered. The puppet was right in front of the first thing you'll be greeted with crawling along the glass. He swallows, trying to make himself smaller. The puppet was one of them that freaked him out, and even though he couldn't die, strangulation is one of the worst ways to go.

Henry looks back, raising a brow. "Don't be afraid, Micheal. She wouldn't hurt you."

Micheal swallows a liar on his tongue as he follows Henry. He watches the others stretch and come alive. "Are you sure this is safe?"

"The glass won't break Micheal. I created it myself and tested it." Henry sighs. "Now do keep up."

Micheal nods, pulling his hat down to cover his face. This was the worst spot to be since he shared his father features. He could feel static in his ears and hear a familiar tune being hummed. He really shouldn't have eaten before this.

Micheal trips on Henry's cane, not realizing he stopped and falls on his face nose bleeding.

"Micheal, are you alright?" Henry asks, holding out his hand.

Micheal sighs, holding his bloody nose, and with a sickening crunch, he pops it back in place. "I'm fine. I'm fine." He gets up hands coated in blood, and his nose bleeding has almost stopped inhumanly fast. "Why did we stop?"

Henry frowns. The sounds of rusted springs and grinding metal pull Henry away from asking what's wrong.

A familiar hiss of a voice echos through the glass. "Henry, you told me this would be an imposter. It looks like you.found my grandchild."

Micheal wipes the blood on his pants and huffs. "It would make sense you would be in the center, father, but once again, you are wrong."

Henry hands over a handkerchief from his pocket, which doesn't do much to help, but it helps Micheal get all the blood off his face. "He isn't your grandchild, William."

"He has to be, Micheal would be in his 50s, not this brat in his 20s."

Micheal sighs. "I did have quite the bender for my 50th father, but that's 3 years ago. As for my looks, your guess is as good as mine." He shoves the ruined fabric in his pocket. "You never did pay enough attention to my actions. Do you recall the tree branch incident? Yeah, it was in my chest, not under my arm like you said, but you didn't know you threw me the hose and told me I wasn't allowed inside until I got the mud off of me. Pulling that thing out hurt a bunch."

Henry gives a confused glance to Willaim, whose robotic bunny ears twitched as a look of realization crossed his face. "The branch?"

Micheal nods. "I mean, you should have asked mom more. She did poison me a bunch of times. I think that's why she started to get physical, looking back at that time." He purses his lips. "You built him a prison."

William tilts his head.

Henry furrows his brows. "How did you figure your mom was poisoning you?"

"I may have accidently drank the clean g supplies under the bathroom sink, and it tasted like the soda mom would give me. To be fair, I was like 7 and unsupervised." Micheal shrugs. I mean earlier when I was 6 I snuck into your work shed and fell onto something sharp, everyone kept saying it was an animal I never did find the animal till I realized you were talking about me."

Henry looks at William moving to the bench to sit down.

"That was your blood?" William raises a nonexistent brow. "That explains why you kept asking when Evan would wake up."

"I was 13. I didn't know any better. I thought everyone was like me." He shrugs. "I was a bad kid. I know that." He covers his ears at the static noise. "I think I think I should go. They all think I'm you, and I would rather not be stuffed into another suit again."

Henry raises his hand and motions for him to sit. "No, Micheal, they know your father is in the glass."

"Unfortunately so... you never did grow out of your accent." Willaim seems to smirk.

Micheal sits next to Henry, covering his ears. "Static is very loud." He grits his teeth.

"Evan, that's enough, it's Micheal." Henry taps his cane. "And that's counterintuitive if you wanted to talk to him."

A whisper of a sorry carries through the exhibits.

Micheal sighs, crossing his arms. "I'm sorry, I was the worst." He frowns as static procks his ears again. "If it makes you feel any better, Lizze got my guts scooped out of me and wore me like a skin suit." He hissed in pain as the static got loud again.

"I don't think Evan likes you bad talking yourself." Henry chuckles, then frowns, turning his attention to William. "Why so quiet?"

Willaim narrows his gaze. "I have a few things to mull over."

[fazkins]

This is... far more comforting than I thought it'd be. Thank you Evi for your response, as well as the person who reblogged. It feels nice to be listened to once again. But, unfortunately for everyone, I'm going to spend the next 10 minutes or so talking about my family, as suggested.

So firstly we have Elizabeth, the queen of the household. I remember her wearing a pink ballerina skirt, whatever it's called. Clara loved to dance and so Liz wanted to be like her mother, in that sense.

As for her, my wife... is it selfish if I don't want to talk about Clara that much? Is it wrong? I mean, I did love her, and she loved me. She helped me through so much, and I am very grateful, but we also used to argue a lot - the kids never liked that, neither did I. She eventually left and divorced me, and I never heard from her again after I won full custody of the children.

Evan was so young back then... He surprisingly wasn't as scared of everything and didn't cry as much. I actually don't know when or what changed for him, but maybe he just missed Mommy. ( It's a little weird for me to call him 'Evan', given that I sometimes remember his name being 'Chris'? I'm going to stick to Evan anyways, it's not like I mind all that much. )

Ah, and Michael was so jealous of him, thinking I'd forget about him or something. It was funny at first but soon turned into another worry of mine. I then came to realize that I wasn't being the father he deserved, so I tried to talk it out with him to fix things ( which didn't work, we had a horrible conversation ). The poor boy has definitely seen the worst of me. I hope he's doing okay.

And now we have 'uncle' Henry left. I've always loved Henry, not like a brother, but something else. I never got the chance to tell him, but I'm sure he could tell. Hell, I've felt like that since Uni! He must've realized, right? He better have.

Henry never lost Charlie, at least not to Death. I remember her going missing for some time but that's about it. Things start to get foggy and I don't think I can trust my memory from then on. I guess that's for the better though, there are some things I don't want to remember much about. Sorry if this got too long.

And by the way, hope you don't mind if I claim a tag for myself. Will be coming back to the blog.

—🔧💜 ( William, obviously )

your family sounds lovely ^^ im glad that you had a good relationship with them, thats always nice :] family is very important ofc

personally, i loved my canon family sooo much <3 it makes me really happy to hear about other peoples afton families because of that, even though our families are pretty different

thank you so much for sharing :D /gen feel free to stop by anytime if youd like to talk more about them, id genuinely love to hear more

-🧸💤

[martieshub]

He nodded and smiled. ❛One of. I'm pretty smart or I should say clever enough not to die. ❜ Even though he said it in a teasing tone, he really was too stubborn to die. As proof by his medically induced coma he had been in before he met her. Having him bounce back as he did had him be the medical marvel. ❛So, you're smart. As I had said. ❜ He smiled but it didn't reach his emerald greens. Not this time. His façade was fading rapidly as much as he tried to hold it in. That made a dry chuckle escape him as that statement was too real. ❛Yeah, no kidding. ❜

Seemed like she was in another place, somewhere he couldn't reach her so he just nodded and whispered a small okay at her agreeing to take Dolly for a few days while he traveled. ❛Thank you. You can stay with her if you don't want to lug her toys back and forth to your place. I won't be there so you don't gotta feel weird about taking the sofa. ❜

He shrugged doing his best to sound convinced. Maybe he would just be honest and lead with the truth, even if that truth was not what they'd wanna hear. ❛Don't say that. You've been more help than you think. ❜

Tearing his eyes away from Elizabeth again he thought was he being that obvious. He had to work on his poker face otherwise he'd actually would get killed out there. Turning to look at Charlie as they walked he hummed softly, the corners of his mouth turning up.

The question made him laugh a little. The smile on his face for the first time being real. ❛I hate my birth name so I really would have taken any nickname other than Walter. My sister couldn't roll her r's correctly when we were younger so Wally stuck all through grade school then when she had her kids, I didn't have the heart to tell them no to the nickname. Now, it's just a part of me. Feels like I'm not pretending to be so many other people I am just me. Wally. My mom calls me Mikey but that was special to her. That obvious huh? She knows, I didn't hide that from her. If I needed her help, I knew I needed to be honest with her. Not bullshit her. No one could trust under fake pretenses. It took me a long time for her not to see me as a threat. I get it. Not many people have any type of confidence in government officials. I earned her trust so I haven't annoyed her to kick me out just yet. ❜

He wasn't sure how much he could tell him and also didn't feel like it was his place so he went with the best option. Not one that was the whole truth but one that wasn't complete lies. ❛I needed help with a case and in order for me to take the file home with me, I had to ask her to pretend to be my wife for a few days. It then just became an inside joke between the two of us. ❜ Thinking about work he became unfocused for a slight moment. His injuries pulled to the forefront again as he tried to keep up the pace without wanting to hunch over in pain. He knew telling her the actual truth about how exactly these injuries came about would worry her so he had kept that to himself. ❛Currently she is helping me review a case about a party entertainer that's kind of messy. Feel like I've hit a wall with a brick side.❜

❝ I would be the smartest person there? ❞ She didn't know if that was supposed to be comforting or a compliment. Either way, she could see why Wally would come back hurt, do most of the leg work on cases, or ask her for her help, how could people so ill-equipped be the ones heading this all up. No wonder she was able to allude capture for so long. ❝ I do have a GED and a license. So I do have some degrees. ❞ As for the smart thing, that was still up for debate, the only reason she was good at what she did was the same reason she had scars in her, mentally, emotionally, and physically, they were lessons learned. Her voice was far away as she became painfully aware of the scar on her shoulder again. ❝ Some things need to be learned, they can't be taught. ❞

Her mind was far away by now, thinking of the many lessons learned to properly pay attention to what he was trying to tell her. Something about a woman, but all she could do was remember the three times her life changed. It was when she heard the name Dolly that she snapped out of her thoughts. ❝ Huh? Yeah. Sure. I can take her if you need me to. ❞ She felt bad that she hadn't been paying attention but didn't want to get into that right now.

❝ Just be honest with them. You have a way of letting people know that you're telling them the truth. And a little sliver of hope from someone who they know isn't giving up on them is better than nothing at all. ❞ With a sigh, her mind was too jumbled at the moment to try to focus. Her past was muddling things up and seeing this all in a different light. ❝ I'm sorry I can't be of any more help on this. ❞

Shaking her head and letting a small chuckle. ❝ Not a threat, just a request to bring some back if you still want me to help you with anything. That's also not fair, I think I proved I can spend weeks with you after helping you with your mission. The Canary's was how many days? I think you suffer from memory loss with all the blows you take to the head, Wal's. ❞ When he said he needed her, something in her made her pause. Needed her? She didn't know how to take that. Just something else to add to the basket of things she kept pushing down to think about later.

But it was still a thought that resurfaced as she turned around and saw Charlie walking with Wally as they entered the aquarium.

 ❝ Well, ❞ Charlie said as he looked at his friend walking ahead of them with his son and wife, a knowing smile coming to his face.  ❝ I'll ask about that later. ❞ Meaning the look, the man gave his friend.  ❝ First is, what kind of name is Wally? ❞ It wasn't meant to be malicious, it was a serious inquiry. He hadn't a name like that before and up until a couple of moments ago, he thought it was a child's nickname.  ❝ I can tell your government, does she knows and still keeps you around? ❞ Again, it wasn't rude, he was truly curious about what his best friend had been up to since leaving New York.

It was the first time in years that he felt she was keeping things from him. And the most important one he needed the answer to.  ❝ What was with that wife business? ❞

[maya-eden]

First School Day

A/N: Hey, everyone! This is my first story on Tumblr so I hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: WandaNat x daughter!reader; Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

Genre: Fluff; Angst if you squint

Pls, keep in mind that in this fic I named the daughter Elizabeth, 'cause I thought it was cute.

Word Count: ~3.9K

"Cut the apple in half. Place in the main compartment of the lunch box. Slice a piece of cheddar cheese in the shape of his mask. Use a little white cheese for the eyes and nori (roasted seaweed) for the mouth. Surround Iron Man with orange crackers.

Check ✔

Cut circles out of red wax on cheese round. Replace one so it appears as though there are red and white circles. Use a toothpick to attach a blueberry to the center and put a white star sprinkle on top to complete Captain America's shield. Place inside compartment and surround with raspberries...

Double-check ✔." The red-head smiled to herself, satisfied at her work, before continuing.

"In the second side compartment put dark-colored dried fruit. Cut out a fist shape from a spinach tortilla as shown. Place on top for Hulk's fist...

Final check ✔

Wanda ticked the third mental box off her list and clapped slightly to herself, closing the avenger's lunch box and reaching in the fridge for a mango juice.

Right as she placed the beverage beside the small water bottle she had just gotten, silent footsteps that she almost didn't hear, caught her attention.

A loud gasp escaped her at the sight that greeted her when she turned around.

"Who is the cutest little bunny in the world? I'm not letting you leave the house like this, everyone is gonna be head over heels for you." She reached the little four-year-old girl by the entrance of the kitchen area and picked her up.

"Mommy." Little Elizabeth whined and tried to hide her reddened cheeks by burying her face in her mother's neck.

"Aww, my baby." Wanda rubbed her daughter's back soothingly, knowing the girl was shy and despised the feeling of blushing.

Walking to the counter again, the witch let her daughter rest in her arms while she clung to the warm and calming feeling it brought her. She hummed a soft tune under her breath, finishing up her daughter's launch.

She was new at this, so she hoped Elizabeth wouldn't get hungry during the day and run out of food.

"Mommy loves you, bunny. You know?"

Wanda heard a soft little humming sound of confirmation in her ear and smiled at how cute her daughter was.

Just thinking about the fact that today was Eli's first day of school almost brought tears to her eyes.

It seemed as if yesterday Wanda was rocking her back and forth for the first time in the fancy private hospital room Nat had booked.

The spy wouldn't accept anything other than the best for Wanda and their daughter.

That feeling was maintained as their daughter grew up. Natasha wanted the best quality clothes, toys, food, etc. Whatever was for their daughter had to be checked by either Wanda or Natasha first. The protectionism over their child took some time but eventually eased up when it came to the rest of the Avengers.

Now Eli would be calling the rest of the group aunties and uncles as if it was the most natural thing in the world. It always made everyone feel like a real family. Like they weren't alone.

The child's fondness for the Avengers only continued growing with time.

Her favorite superhero was Iron Man, which greatly worked to inflate Tony's ego a whole lot. He even ended up accidentally boosting about it during an interview, and that is how the world found out the Black Widow and Scarlett Witch were together and had a young daughter.

Saying Natasha almost beat Tony up to pulp after that would be an understatement. Wanda had to use her powers to pry her wife away from the billionaire while also trying to keep herself in check and not attack him.

And when Wanda finally managed to calm Natasha down, the ringing of the elevator was heard and Tony dropped to the ground, trembling as the electricity from Yelena Belova's widow bites ran through his body.

Speaking of which...

"Mini-me! It's your very first school day, how excited are we?" The Russian accent rang throughout the room and made the child immediately perk up in her mother's arms.

Iron Man may be Elizabeth's favorite hero...but he didn't come close to reaching the love she felt for her aunt. It was unparalleled. She looked at the blonde spy as if the latter had hung the stars up in the sky for her.

"Aunty Lena!" Wanda carefully set her daughter back on the ground and watched with a smile as Yelena dropped her grocery bags on the floor and crouched down with open arms to meet and reciprocate her niece's affection.

"Oh my God, oh my God, little me...I'm gonna miss you so much. Who am I gonna take my naps with if you're at school? It's not fair!" Yelena closed her eyes tightly as she picked her niece up and held her in her arms, swinging her gently from side to side.

The adult's green eyes suddenly opened with a rather serious expression and she set her niece down in the kitchen isle to look at her. Eli's smile settled down at the unexpected change in her aunt's mood.

The Belova's hands rested on the isle, each one beside the sides of Eli's tights in a protective matter. "Okay, I wanna hear it. What do we do if some little freaks try to mess with my mini-me, Mini-me?"

"Tell you and you beat their bums." The response was immediately heard from the child and Wanda's eyes widened slightly before she shook her head with a chuckle.

Once again, Wanda almost missed the silent footsteps that walked into the kitchen area.

"Are you inciting my daughter to violence, Belova?" The sudden raspy voice startled the blonde woman but then made her roll her eyes as a smile grew on her face.

"Well, I'd be then one doing the beating...so no."

The response makes Natasha roll her eyes slightly before turning to her daughter, "Bubba, you ready to go?" She gently pat her daughter's head and walked to her wife, leaving a soft kiss on Wanda's lips.

Yelena's reaction was to cover her niece's eyes as they both simultaneously let out an 'ew'- something the blonde had very proudly taught the little girl.

"Go save yourself, Mini-me. I'll protect you." Yelena put her niece back on the ground and shielded her away from the view of her mothers kissing, acting as if they were some kind of enemy.

Elizabeth played along with a giggle and ran out of the kitchen area to her bedroom.

"The monster is coming for you!" Natasha suddenly ran after her daughter.

All Yelena and Wanda heard from their places was a loud squeal followed by adorable giggles that could make anyone swoon.

It didn't take long for the mother and daughter to be waltzing right back in, this time Elizabeth had her small vibrant green frog backpack and sat on top of her mother's shoulders.

The superspy had already made sure her daughter ate breakfast, brushed her teeth, and prepared her backpack for school. She was also the one who had prepared Eli's clothes- which consisted of a sleeved dress, with a long coat on top and boots. Her hair was pushed back into two braids that made her look even more adorable. She was ready.

"Remember baby, if you're feeling too hot ask the ladies there to help you take your jacket off. They are very nice and are there to help you."

Natasha repeated now for the third time.

Needless to say, she was nervous. The spy never thought she'd be able to have a child, so when Elizabeth was born, Nat treated her like the most precious diamond ever. Seeing her child leave for the first day of school made her heart clench at how fast her kid was growing up.

She was also worried about the fact that Elizabeth was younger than most of the other kids. Her birthday is late in December but they didn't want her to miss out on an entire year so she would start earlier than most of the other kids...Natasha's blood boiled at the simple thought of older kids trying to pick on her daughter.

'Positive thoughts, Natasha. Positive thoughts.' She inwardly repeated.

Wanda spent a good ten minutes saying goodbye to her daughter. She had a mission to prepare for so she couldn't take her to school, much to her dismay.

So she fussed over her daughter's outfit, explained and described every little food and ingredient in the lunch box, repeatedly kissed and hugged her, and ended by promising Elizabeth they'd have a Disney movie marathon and cuddle when she came back.

Natasha knew they weren't late so she let it happen, leaning against the counter with her arms crossed in front of her chest and a wide smile on her face.

By the time Wanda was finished though, it was time to leave. Otherwise, they would be late.

This is exactly why the ringing noise of the elevator arriving at their floor, followed by loud talking and clattering footsteps made the redhead spy's eyes widen.

"Oh hell no." She whispered to herself with a sigh.

Less than a second after that, a yell was heard. "Where is my biggest fan?!"

Tony waltzed into the kitchen with his suit on, followed by Steve, Bucky, Clint, Bruce, Peter, and Kate. They had left for a mission two days ago and it had gone visibly well, their excited smiles and continuous chattering a clear sign of that.

The moment their eyes settled on Elizabeth ready to go to school a ruckus was created.

Each one of them wanted to have a go at holding her and kissing her, wishing her a good start to school. And while when she was younger, Eli would start crying at everyone fussing around her, now she accepted it with a shy smile. As a baby, the girl barely let any of them, besides her mothers and aunt Yelena, hold her. Even them touching her left her grumpy. It took her a while to get used to all the Avengers, especially because she was so shy.

"Alright, guys we have to go. I don't want her late on the first day." Natasha tried to get her daughter from the billionaire's arms, only for him to pull away slightly, wanting to say something else to the child.

"Everything I have prepared you for is being put in question at this moment, kiddo. What is the square route of 81?"

"9." She answered immediately.

"Pythagorean Theorem..."

"a²+b²=c²"

"Area of Circle?"

"π * r²"

"A cosine is..."

"Adjacent to the hypotenuse." As Elizabeth finished off, proud tears reached Tony's eyes.

"They grow up so fast." He shakes his head, handing Eli back to Natasha and discreetly wiping his small tear.

"Right, we'll be back later. Say bye-bye, Eli." Natasha took her daughter's hand in her own as they walked to the elevator.

"Bye-bye, Eli." The child waved the rest of the Avengers away, receiving small chuckles at her unexpected joke and a nudge from her spy mother.

Yelena joined Natasha and her god-daughter on the ride, wanting to be there for the child's special day.

"Okay, baby. Do you have everything you need?" Natasha raised an eyebrow as she strapped her daughter to her baby seat, Yelena already seated at the front.

"Yes, mama." The child nodded, her feet rocking back and forth with excitement.

"I love you so much. Never forget that." Natasha kissed her forehead before closing the door and walking to the driver's seat.

The preschool wasn't very far away. A mere eight minutes from the compound, safely tucked away in a more calm part of town. There wasn't a better school to start in. Tony recommended it to them, after also having Morgan enrolled there.

"You'll be good, right bubba?" Natasha asked as she unstrapped her daughter and helped her out of the car.

"Course." Yelena rolled her eyes softly and held her god-daughter's free hand so the child was walking between them, hand in hand with them both.

Elizabeth was the most well-behaved person grown Yelena had ever seen, she'd never cause any trouble.

"Course." The child repeated after her aunt, receiving a prideful pat on the head from her and a snort from Natasha.

"Okay, baby." They stopped at the door of the school, two smiling teachers already waiting there for Elizabeth to reach them. They knew the whole 'saying goodbye for the first time' gig like the back of their hands.

"Off you go." Yelena found herself feeling quite sad at seeing her god-daughter go, even just for some hours.

The two sisters expected tears, denial, or even a tantrum. They were fearful of the child's reaction. Especially because Eli never dealt well with being away from her mothers. She ended up forming separation anxiety after having to watch her mothers go away on missions so frequently ever since she was a baby. Elizabeth wasn't dumb and knew how to read a room. Whenever her mothers were leaving for more difficult missions, worry and tension would spread across the compound, making the child understand they were leaving for something dangerous.

It also didn't help that sometimes they'd come back with injuries and blood all over their bodies.

The daughter worried for her parents so she began always trying her best to make them stay. Be it by pretending to be sick, throwing tantrums, or clinging to her mothers.

Hence why Yelena and Natasha weren't expecting this reaction.

"Okay." Elizabeth walked to the teachers and the doors closed behind her.

She didn't try to hold on to her mother's or aunt's hands. She didn't cry or look sad. She didn't even look back at them to wave goodbye.

Natasha felt shocked and then dejected.

"What the hell just happened?" Yelena let out also in shock.

"She dealt with that way better than I thought she would." The redhead's eyes were trained on the ground with confusion.

She guessed this was the better outcome. Her daughter wasn't distressed. Things went by smoothly. Natasha had to be thankful for that- no matter how much she would have loved to see a bit more reaction from Eli.

Wanda's eyebrows rose once Natasha told her what had happened. The red-head lay on their bed and looked up at the ceiling with a frown while the witch changed and prepared for her mission.

"Perhaps what gives her anxiety is watching us go. Not leaving herself." Wanda tried to pounder on an explanation. It was hard to get there and she found herself just as confused as Natasha was.

"I don't know. It was odd. I'm used to her clinging to me and not letting me go, you know? She's like a little koala." Natasha huffed, a faint pout coming to rest on her lips.

Wanda couldn't help but smile and lean in to kiss the pout away. She rested her forehead against Natasha's in hope of reassuring her wife.

"If something had happened, they'd call us. That means she's fine, detka. Don't worry so much, our baby is growing."

The two found themselves staring into each other's eyes in silence. As if reality had finally caught up to them.

Tears reached their eyes but then a knock at the door of their room was heard, followed by Steve's voice.

"Wanda, it's time to go." He called.

"Right." The auburn-haired woman wiped the little tear off the corner of her eye and watched Natasha do the same, "Coming!"

The two shared a long, passionate kiss. They didn't want to let go but knew full well if they didn't get up now the blond man would be knocking at their door again.

So Natasha accompanied Wanda to the Quinjet, softly rubbing her thumb on the back of the witch's hand.

"Please, call me after picking her up. I wanna hear her voice and ask her how it went." Wanda turned to Natasha once they reached the Quinjet.

"Nice to see you caring about how my day will go too." The red-head teased with a glint in her eyes.

Rolling her eyes, Wanda leaned in and took her wife's lips in her own for one last time before leaving.

"I'll see you, darling."

"In a minute, detka." Natasha nodded back at her and did her best to repress a sad smile as she watched Wanda board the jet.

They waved at each other as the doors closed and Natasha found herself looking at the watch on her wrist and then at the empty little spot beside her left leg. Her daughter would usually be holding on to that same leg when they watched Wanda leave.

This would be the moment where she'd turn to Eli and ask her what movie they should watch while waiting for Mommy to come back. And her daughter would always choose 'Nightmare Before Christmas' with an excited little jump in her step.

Not today.

It was already two o'clock, though. Elizabeth would be out at three.

So Natasha occupied her time by doing laps around the compound. She thought a little exercise would help her clear her mind.

It didn't, so she found herself arriving at the pre-school, half an hour before the correct time.

Somehow, she preferred waiting here. Here she felt closer to Eli. If something was to happen, she could just bolt inside.

Once more parents began arriving and waiting by the front door for their children, Natasha left her car and nervously rubbed her tights, joining them.

She noticed a few people gazing at her with shock and wonder. A few gasped and others stared mesmerized.

Natasha wasn't here for them, though. She came for her daughter only.

All the eyes on her began getting a bit too much, and the heavens above seemed to take pity on her since the children finally started leaving the school.

Elizabeth took a while to come out. She didn't appear too pleased, a blank expression attempting to cover her wide, fearful eyes.

"Gosh, why are you so much like me?" Natasha whispered to herself before raising her hand in the air and waving to get her daughter's attention.

The moment Elizabeth's eyes connected with hers, the child was sprinting to her mother's arms.

"Hey, bub. How did it go?" Natasha picked Eli up with a bright smile, now managing to fully ignore the eyes of other parents on her as she took her daughter's backpack in her hand and carried Elizabeth to their black BMW.

Natasha expected a response as nonchalant as Elizabeth had been that morning. A simple 'it was good' or maybe a cool shrug.

But when she pulled her daughter away from her chest and sat her in the child's car seat, her eyes widened at the endless tears running down her daughter's cheeks.

"Baby, what happened- why are you crying? Did someone hurt you?" Natasha immediately blurted out with a deep frown.

The child crossed her arms in front of her chest and huffed out softly at her mother, turning to look away.

"Eli, look at me," Natasha said in a firm tone and reached to turn her daughter's chin to her. "What made you cry?"

Pouted lips and kicked puppy green eyes from the child got Natasha's heart clenching impossibly tightly.

"Why didn't you come in with me? You left me." More tears left the child's eyes until she found herself sobbing.

It took her a second until Natasha realized what had happened and a small smile formed on her lips as she leaned forward and hugged her daughter, "Oh, my baby."

Elizabeth must have felt so sad and scared when she turned to look back and didn't see her Mommy and aunt following her.

"Shh, you're okay. I'm here, baby. Mama's here." Natasha found herself using her softest tone and rubbing her daughter's back when the latter started to hiccup because of her irritated diaphragm.

"Shh."

Natasha eventually ended up joining her daughter in the back seat of her car and pulled Eli to her lap, trying to calm her down.

The child usually never cried this much, so seeing her this distressed left Natasha anxious. Her cool demeanor didn't fit the panic in her eyes, but she played it off.

It was almost four o'clock when a sudden ringing noise alerted Natasha. Her head had tilted back in the seat as she held on tightly to Elizabeth.

She answered the phone in record time, not waiting for it to also alert her daughter.

"Hello?"

"Darling, how did it go?" Wanda's voice came through, followed by a few unfamiliar grunts.

"My evening? Oh, yes. It was quite eventful." The joke slipped off her lips with ease after she looked down and saw the peaceful expression on her daughter's face. A stark contrast to her tear-stained cheeks and little sniffles that were still escaping her mouth.

"How's our bunny?" Wanda tried sounding annoyed but Natasha easily heard the smile in her voice.

"She's better now, fell asleep in my lap not long ago."

"Better now? What happened?" The confusion and worry immediately seeped into Wanda's voice and made Natasha smile.

"Well, remember how nonchalant she was this morning?"

A painful groan followed by screams and a small huff answered her before Wanda did, "Yes."

"Well, she thought Yelena and I would also be going to preschool and stay there with her. She must have turned around when she was inside and, all of a sudden, we weren't there. She cried a lot just now when I came to pick her up...said I left her."

An audible coe was heard from the auburn-headed woman on the other line. "Nooo, she must have been so scared, poor angel."

"Right? I felt so bad, Wands." Natasha shook her head and once again looked down at her lap, brushing back a few curls that had fallen to Eli's eyes.

"Tomorrow you come in and spend the day with her here in pre-school."

The sudden comment from Natasha had Wanda gasping before she chuckled, "As much as I'd love that, I'm pretty sure that is not allowed."

"You have powers, though. Everything's possible to you."

Another chuckle was heard from Wanda and Natasha smiled happily to herself, very gently setting Elizabeth down on her child's seat and strapping her in as she listened to Wanda fight off more enemies.

"Is she okay now, Nat?" The question is let out after Wanda found herself in silence. Her voice was gentle and still filled with worry.

"She is sleeping like the baby she is," Natasha replied as she pulled out of her parking spot and left the school venue.

"Okay, detka. I should be back tomorrow morning."

"Please, be careful, Wands. Don't try rushing it, I prefer you taking longer but coming home safe rather than quickly and injured, okay? I'm sure Eli agrees with me."

The witch sighed out, "Fine, Nat. I'm pretty sure my position has been uncovered so I should go. Free to call tonight?"

"Whenever you want, Detka."

[queenshelby]

ME AND THE DEVIL – PART TWO

Featuring: Tommy Shelby x Reader

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Warnings: Smut, Mention of Domestic Abuse and Racism

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The Charity

Usually, you didn’t accompany your husband to political events but, tonight, was different. It was a big night in Westminster.

One of the judges from the Queen’s Bench invited several members of parliament to a charity ball. The ball was hosted by the judge at his rather large mansion which he inherited from his father who was a well-known politician before he passed before the First World War.

The judge was a smart man but had recently fallen under the spell of your husband. He favoured national socialism after the stock market crash in the previous year and your husband’s ideals aligned with his.

It was of the upmost importance for your husband that you attend this function with him. It was all about appearances and, since the judge believed in the value of marriage, Oswald wanted to present himself as the perfect husband to his young wife.

Most importantly, the judge wanted to fund Oswald’s campaign with the view to gain power if your husband’s movement gained enough traction. Oswald wanted you to befriend the judge’s wife to ensure that the funding would be forthcoming.

The judge’s wife was a lady and rather wealthy herself. She was also involved in charitable organisations and you had her before, but only briefly.  

Despite some familiar faces, there were also people who attended the ball who, apparently, you hadn’t met before. Or have you?

Just after you entered the large mansion and were greeted by the host, your husband introduced you to his acquaintances, one of whom in particular caught your interest.

‘Y/N, may I introduce you to my acquaintance Mr Thomas Shelby, the deputy leader of the British Union of Fascists’ Oswald said, causing your heart to skip a beat. You knew from Ada since your last encounter that Tommy was a politician. But, you had no idea that he was a fascist and member of your husband’s party.

‘Mr Shelby, this is my wife, Y/N Mosley’ he added in which moment Tommy’s looked at you as if he had seen a ghost.

‘It’s a pleasure to meet you Mrs Mosley’ he said after clearing his throat. It was obvious to you that he had to quickly collected his thoughts.

‘Likewise, Mr Shelby’ you said as you shook his hand. You remembered his large and masculine hands. In fact, you remembered them very well. They were doing amazing and pleasurable things to you.

‘Would you like me to get your wife a drink while you arrange the meeting with Judge Kutchner. I could introduce her to my wife and they could talk about the upcoming charity event, eh?’ Tommy asked your husband as he had been inundated by several invitees of the host.

‘That is very thoughtful of you, Mr Shelby. I would appreciate it’ your husband said politely.

‘Alright then. Follow me, Mrs Mosley’ Tommy said as he took your hand like a gentleman and walked with you towards a group of women who included his wife Elizabeth Shelby and the judge’s wife Marianne.

‘Did you know that I was Oswald’s wife when you made an advance towards me?’ you asked curiously as he walked with you across the dancehall.

‘Of course not. Otherwise, I would not have touched you’ Tommy said with a serious face and somewhat flustered, causing you to giggle.

‘What’s so fucking funny, eh?’ he asked.

‘Nothing. It’s nothing’ you said, still giggling.

‘I don’t see the humour in this Y/N. What you are doing is dangerous. Your husband is a dangerous man. But I am sure you know this’ Tommy said firmly as he stopped near the champaign fountain before handing you a glass of champaign.

‘What I am doing is it dangerous? If I recall correctly, it was you who kissed me first’ you said.

‘Yes, which I did before I knew who you were married to. You could have fucking told me, eh’ Tommy said.

‘Well, if it’s any consolation to you, I didn’t know you were my husband’s acquaintance in business. In fact, I didn’t really take you to be a fascist when I met you. What is it that you are doing for the orphanage anyway? Wiping clean your conscience after supporting racism and cheating on your wife?’ you asked sharply as you quickly drank the entire glass of champaign.

Tommy grinned at you. He was carrying a sheepish smile across his face.

‘I don’t have a conscience Love. I do bad things. That’s just who I am. But, by listening to you, I take it that you do not support your husband’s cause Mrs Mosley?’ Tommy said as if he was asking a question.

‘Well, Mr Shelby, despite of you what you are telling me here, I don’t think that you do either’ you said firmly, but Tommy ignored your comment entirely as you finally approached the group of women he was intending to introduce you to.

‘I would prefer if our little indiscretion at the library could stay between us eh’ Tommy whispered.

‘Agreed’ you sighed quietly just before Tommy introduced you to his wife Lizzie.

You talked to Lizzie for a quite some time and you could tell that Lizzie and Tommy had problems of their own. Their marriage was a marriage for show just like yours and Oswald’s marriage. Lizzie hated to be at this event just as much as you did and you soon became to learn of her past from your husband, who felt it necessary to tell you. He also saw the need to tell you that, many years ago, he slept with Lizzie when she was still a prostitute and you became to wonder about Tommy’s motives involving himself in the fascist movement. How could he work with your husband after your husband acted the way he did, rubbing his past relations with Lizzie into Tommy’s face every chance he got.

But, perhaps Tommy didn’t care. After all, it was evident to you that Tommy had married Lizzie simply because he had to. Their child was born just after they were married and in a position like his, you could not have children with someone who you weren’t married to. It was the norm and common practice.

In some way, you were thankful that you weren’t able to conceive even following many attempts by your husband to get you pregnant. At least this way, you were hopeful that, once your husband’s party gained power, he would decide to leave you for another woman. Divorce was less frowned upon if you didn’t have children. After all, who could deny an important man like him to have children of his own if his wife was infertile.

With these thoughts running through your head, the remainder of the evening went somewhat uneventful and you and your husband left at around midnight.

After you went to bed, he arranged for a prostitute to come by the house. This wasn’t unusual and it didn’t bother you. In fact, you switched off to the sounds he made when sleeping with another woman in your house. Sometimes you felt as though he was doing it in order to hurt you since you weren’t a very attentive wife. But you didn’t care. In fact, that night, your thoughts were lying entirely with a different man. His acquaintance, Thomas Shelby, by whom you were intrigued by despite his association with the party.

Little did you know that, soon, you would meet him again in a familiar location.

The Library

It was a week after your last encounter with Tommy at the charity ball that you decided to continue your work at the orphanage library.

You’ve been stacking books on shelves all day until, at 4 o’clock in the afternoon, you saw a familiar face.

‘Mr Shelby, what a surprise’ you said as you finished packing up the last of the books and noticed Tommy walking towards you through the library hall.

‘Good Evening Mrs Mosely’ he said as he approached you.

‘Good Evening….What are you doing here?’ you asked politely.

‘I had a meeting in the area and thought I would stop by to see how the library is coming along’ Tommy said, keeping his distance from you this time around.

‘Oh, I see, your conscience is playing tricks on you Mr Shelby, eh?’ you said sheepishly, causing Tommy to laugh.

‘Perhaps…’ Tommy said before taking a pause. ‘This is for you Y/N. I thought you might like it’ Tommy said as he handed you a book entitled ‘Changing the way we think – A contemporary view on the Revolution’.

‘Well, thank you Mr Shelby. But please enlighten me as to why are you are gifting this to me? I am sure you know that this book favours communism’ you asked.

‘It became obvious to me that this would take your interest and I suppose that I have a conscience after all. In fact, I felt as though I needed to apologise to you for my actions during our last encounter here at the library’ Tommy said.

‘I am delighted to hear that you are taking some responsibility for what happened between us Tommy’ you laughed. ‘And, I accept your apology’ you added with slight giggle before asking him whether it was ok for you to call him by his first name when your husband wasn’t around. You hated formalities.

Tommy agreed and told you that he had to leave shortly. According to him, he had business matters to attend to.

‘Can you stay for one drink at least? I have Whiskey’ you said.

‘Sure. I suppose why not’ Tommy said as he sat down on a chair near the desk in between the stack of books that haven’t been sorted yet.

You pulled out a small bottle of Irish Whiskey and two glasses from behind one of the shelves.

‘My husband doesn’t allow me to drink anything but champaign at public events. However, unbeknownst to him, I would, occasionally, indulge on a glass of his very expensive whiskey after work with your sister Ada’ you said sheepishly as you poured you both a glass.

‘Well, don’t worry, your secrets are safe with me’ Tommy smirked as he took one of the glasses from your hands.

‘Now, Y/N, I am intrigued. Did you actually choose to marry Oswald Mosley?’ Tommy asked.

‘No, I didn’t. But he chose to marry me. My father is the chief of police in London which should explain to you why I was his chosen wife’ you explained. ‘Although, no doubt, you are also aware that he would, on occasion, choose other women to keep him company as well’ you said shyly.

‘I’ve heard your stepmother is one of those other women he chooses to interact with privately on occasion. Is that true?’ Tommy asked sheepishly.

‘You know it is’ you laughed.

‘And it does not bother you?’ Tommy asked.

‘That my husband fucks my stepmother, my sister and every second whore in London? No, it does not bother me. At least this way he keeps his hands of me’ you said with a laugh.

‘I consider your husband’s taste when it comes to women rather questionable’ Tommy chuckled.

‘And why is that?’ you asked.

‘Because he’s got you. What does he want these other women for, eh?’ Tommy said.

‘Because he likes variety. Despite, I cannot give him a child. He said I am not worth his attention or effort’ you said after taking a deep breath.

‘The bruises, on your arms and neck, was this him then?’ Tommy asked, causing you to nod, small tears beginning to run down your face.

‘Yes, we argued and when I do not agree with him then this is what happens’ you said rather upset.

‘I am sorry’ Tommy said as he handed you his handkerchief so that you could wipe away your tears.

‘Are you? Because you seem to be reinforcing his ideals and you aren’t exactly faithful towards your wife either’ you said.

‘Perhaps you have gotten the wrong idea about me Y/N. And, for what it’s worth, me and my wife have an arrangement in place which permits me to be with other women. I would never hurt her. Also, no doubt you are already aware as to why I married her, eh?’ Tommy asked.

‘So, you don’t love your wife?’ you asked.

‘No, I don’t love my wife. But I trust and respect her and I promised her that I will agree with her request for a divorce after the elections. Perhaps your husband would be prepared to do the same’ Tommy said.

‘I think you know my husband better than that Mr Shelby’ you chuckled. ‘He will never let me go unless I am buried in the ground’ you said.

‘You might be surprised Y/N. I know that he’s taken an interest in another woman who supports his ideals’ Tommy said.

‘Well, perhaps there is hope for me then Tommy…’ you said before taking a deep breath.

‘You know, I often overhear Oswald talking, over the phone. He recently made allies in Germany and he is getting involved with the right-wing party over there which seems to be gaining popularity. I am not sure whether you are aware of this Tommy’ you said.

‘Why are you telling me this Y/N?’ Tommy asked, his face serious.

‘Because I can help you’ you said.

‘Help me with what, eh?’ Tommy asked.

‘With information. I have researched you after our encounter at the ball and, in the course of my research, I met a woman named Jesse Eden who was present in Birmingham during the assassination attempt on my husband. The man they believed to be the shooter was in France with you and, unlike my husband, I do not believe in coincidences’ you said.  

‘What you are alleging is absurd and you need to be careful when dealing with Jesse Eden. You should not involve yourself with the communists behind your husband’s back’ Tommy said.

‘Thomas, my husband beats me and treats me like a common whore. I have nothing to lose’ you said.

Tommy took a deep breath following your comment. He was speechless over the lack of fear in your eyes.

For some reason, he trusted you and you reminded him a lot of his late wife Grace when he first met her. You were young and determined to do the right thing and, looking at you, took Tommy back in time when he allowed himself to become vulnerable and let his feelings control him.

It wasn’t something that Tommy wanted to admit to himself, but he cared for you in the most obscure way. After France, this was a rare occurrence but, in this moment, Tommy’s feelings of guilt and desire for you took over his reasonable thinking mind.

‘Can you get a copy of the call records from the phone at your house from the directory?’ Tommy asked, causing you to nod.

‘Alright, then perhaps we can help each other, eh? Meet me tomorrow at 7 o’clock at the steel factory on Watery Lane’ Tommy said.

‘If my husband is home, I cannot leave at that hour’ you responded.

‘I will make sure that he won’t be home until the early hours of the morning’ Tommy said.

You agreed with Tommy’s request and, over the next few days, you were carefully collection the records he had requested.

The Factory

At 6 o’clock, your husband left the house to meet with a woman. You were certain that Tommy had arranged this, but you didn’t mind.

You quickly put on your coat and got into your Bentley which was parked behind the house.

The drive took you thirty minutes and you arrived at Watery Lane slightly early.

The factory door was open and you walked inside, making sure that no one saw you.

‘Did anyone follow you?’ Tommy asked after he greeted you, causing you to shake your head.

You followed Tommy through the building. Not a single person was inside. It was only you and Tommy and Tommy was quick to take you to his office on the upper floor.

His office was large with a brown cedar desk in the middle of it and a dark red leather lounge, a brown cedar table and two leather chairs on the side beneath a large window.

He had lidded the fire in his office and it was obvious to you that he had been working from his office for quite some time before you got there.

You sat down on the lounge and took off your coat, placing it over one of the arm chairs.

‘You are hurt’ Tommy said as he observed another large bruise on your arm.

‘It’s fine Tommy, I am used to it. Perhaps I am just weak’ you said as some tears were running down your cheeks as you opened your bag and pulled out a piece of paper.

You handed the paper to Tommy. It contained the phone records from the last three days.

‘I will make this right Y/N. I promise’ Tommy said as he sat down next you.

Tommy handed you a glass of whiskey and took the piece of paper from you before wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

‘Jesse Eden was right’ you chuckled as you took a sip of the whiskey he had given you.

‘About what?’ Tommy asked.

‘That, deep down inside, you are a man with morals’ you said as you gently touched his cheek, catching him by surprise.

‘And you are stronger than you think Y/N’ Tommy said before giving you a gentle smile which was somewhat unusual coming from Tommy.

In that moment, you remembered your kiss and the short period of intimacy between you several weeks earlier, an accident of some sort and an escape from reality for you.

Where would things have gone if he didn’t ask your name and if you never knew his? Would you have broken your vows again by now, the vows that meant nothing to you?

‘You know Tommy, I just want to feel something for once in my life. Feel desired, loved and wanted. Perhaps I am just being selfish fighting this fight against my husband but I want more from life than just being married to a man like him’ you said.

‘Y/N, this has nothing to do with being selfish. You are doing the right thing. It’s for the greater good of many people. You will be free of him one day and, when you are, you will get to experience everything that you deserve. Desire, love, everything you want. I promise’ Tommy said as he cupped your face gently.

‘Tommy, the truth is that I don’t want to wait any longer to feel all these things. I know that I might not actually get out of this alive if my husband finds out that I betray him and I don’t want to miss out’ you said.

‘So, what are you suggesting?’ Tommy asked.

‘Make me feel desired Thomas, please’ you said with need in your eyes. ‘I know you want to be with me. I’ve seen it in your eyes and I felt it that day at the library’ you said.

Tommy knew that this was a very bad idea, but he wanted you as much as you wanted him. He wanted you since the day he met you at the orphanage. You intrigued him just the way Grace intrigued him when she first started to work at the Garrison.

After taking a deep breath and unable to hold back his desire any longer, he leaned in and kissed you gently but passionately.

His soft lips pressed against yours while his hands caressed your face gently. It was unlike any other kiss you had ever experienced.

‘Is this what you want?’ Tommy asked as he broke the kiss for a moment.

‘This and so much more Tommy, please’ you said as you crashed your lips back onto his.

You had only ever been with one man before and this was your husband, who was brutal and hadn’t pleasured you, not even once. It was all about him when he forced himself on you and, luckily for you, the last time he made you sleep with him was almost a year ago.

With Tommy, you could feel desire. It was mutual desire for each other.

‘Alright…just another secret to add to our list of secrets, eh?’ Tommy smirked after he broke the kiss and placed a blanket and some pillows onto the floor in front of the fire place.

You looked at him curiously before he took your hand and guided you over towards the fire place before kissing you again gently.

‘I will give you what you want. But this needs to stay between us Y/N’ Tommy said as a soft smile ran over his lips.

‘That goes without saying Tommy’ you smiled while Tommy removed his suit jacket, gun holster and shoes.

You also slipped off your shoes but did not know what to do next, looking at Tommy full of questions.

But, within a split second, your questions were answered by Tommy’s actions. He caught your body to his, and you wrapped your arms around him, pressing your breasts into his chest.

Not knowing what to say, you reached up and pulled his mouth down to yours again. The touch of his warm lips brushing against yours caused a thrill of excitement to rush through you once more. His kiss was soft, gentle, and then became more urgent as you opened your mouth to accept his tongue. Your heart pounded so hard it hurt as you kissed him back fervently.

‘You are beautiful’ Tommy said as your lips drifted apart before kissing you again, deepening and lengthening it all the more, showing just how much he wanted you. This was the first time you were told this by a man and it felt amazing coming from him.

After your lips finally drifted apart, he simply smiled at you. The smile that crossed his face warmed your trembling limbs and hid your excited nervousness. You smiled in return, not trusting your voice. Of course, you wanted this every bit as much as he did. You wanted him more than anyone you had ever known, but now you felt somehow unstable when finally faced with having sex for the first time with a man you had actually chosen to be with.

The bravado you usually wore like a shield seemed to desert you, and even though you remained fully clothed, you felt naked under his heated gaze. You suddenly worried about your inexperience, your body and if he would still look at you in the same way once you were stripped of your clothes. God, this was a mistake. He couldn't want you the same way that you wanted him. You didn't know how you had managed to convince yourself that this could work.

Tommy saw the panic of insecurity rise in your eyes, and he reached out to gently push a stray strand of hair behind your ear and grazed your bottom lip with his thumb before bringing his mouth to yours again. It was a slow kiss, deepening as his desire built even further. He knew he needed to go slow with you, take you gently after all you’ve been through.

A hot rush travelled through your body as you responded to his kiss and felt him toying with the buttons on the back of your dress. One button at a time popped open under his fingers, and the cool air wrapped itself around your shoulders as he slid the bodice of the dress down to expose to his gaze the lace bra that you wore. You gasped as you felt him nuzzle into your neck and trace your collarbone with his lips.

Tommy groaned at the sight of you, trailing his fingers over the delicate white lace bra.

‘Are you wearing panties that match?’ Tommy asked with curiosity.

‘Yes, of course’ you moaned as he brushed his fingers across your lace-covered nipples. They surged under his caress and sent piercing streaks of arousal to your pussy.

His caress was like a hot spark through the fabric, and his touch excited you like you hadn't believed possible from your past experiences.

You didn't know how you would withstand his hands on the naked skin of your breast as you felt him reach behind you for the clasp. You felt the pressure of the material release, and without the slow unveiling you had expected, he pulled it away quickly and your breasts spilled out, ripe and firm, as the lace garment fell to the floor.

‘God, you're beautiful’ Tommy said again. But this time, his voice sounded more than husky, scratchy even, as if it was raw with the heat and lust he felt for you.

You felt a blush creep up your neck in response to his comment. The urge to cover your chest with your arms was strong, but you resisted.

Instead you decided to take the words he had uttered and bolster your flagging self-confidence to ask for what you wanted now.

‘Touch me please, Tommy’ you groaned. You'd hoped your voice would sound strong and self-assured. Unfortunately, you couldn't pull it off, and it shook with pure anxiety.

‘You couldn't stop me now if you tried’ Tommy groaned, cupping your breast and leaning down to swipe his tongue across one hard nipple.

‘Oh god Tommy’ you whimpered, as he teased the hard, little bud with his lips and rolled the other stiff nipple between two fingers. Your legs felt like they might collapse under you.

‘Maybe you better lie down eh’ Tommy grinned as he guided you onto the blanket and pillows on the floor.

Tommy was quick to remove his shirt but left on his black suit pants for now before leaning down over you and kissing you once more.

His lips soon trailed down your neck and returned to your small naked breasts.

There was intense look on his face as he took one of your thus-far neglected breast into his warm mouth. He licked and sucked, alternating between the two stiff peaks, until you trembled and gasped on the edge of something you'd never experienced before. You felt feverish with excitement. Your mouth was dry, but your body was more alive than it had ever been before. Without him having touched your pussy, it was wet, yet felt as if it was on fire and throbbing with need.

Shivers of anticipation shot up your spine, and you sucked your breath in raggedly as he dragged his insistent tongue down, letting it trail over your belly and to your navel. He pushed down on the bottom half of your dress, and you lifted your hips off the bed to help him remove it. Tommy took his time exploring your body, trailing his fingers and mouth over your belly and thighs, before running them teasingly over the lace of your panties, making your moan loudly.

‘Take off your panties. I want to see all of you’ Tommy said. His voice was thick with longing.

The panties were moist, evidence of your excitement, and you were certain that he could smell your arousal as you hooked your thumbs inside the waistband of the lacy white panties and wriggled out of them. You felt exposed, vulnerable, but also incredibly excited by the expression on his face, as he watched you offer your body to him. His expression showed eagerness, pleasure, even greed, you thought. There was no sign of the trepidation you had expected to see there.

Without taking his gaze from you he stood up and opened his belt and the zipper of his pants and finally shoved them down his legs with his underwear. He kicked them off and stood before you.

You couldn't stop the gasp that escaped your lips. Tommy's body was well-toned, with a broad chest and slightly tapering waist. Short hairs nestled between his nipples and ran in a thin wisp upwards towards the top of his chest which was covered with some army tattoos.

But it was his cock that held your attention. It stood, swollen and erect, thrusting out from his dark pubic hair. Your breath caught in your throat. It appeared impossibly thick and long, with distended veins running along the shaft. Your pussy throbbed at the sight of it, but your stomach churned in repressed fear. None of the intimate male parts you had seen before had ever looked quite so imposing. Could you take it? Would it fit? Oh God, you would have to stop him... Would he let your stop him now?

As he joined you again on the blanket in front of the fire place, his hands moved slowly and tenderly over your body, pushing the anxiety from your mind as they wandered over your contours and cupped your pussy gently. You groaned softly as his fingers caressed the lips, wet with your arousal, and then slid between their moistness into the entrance of your pussy. Tommy buried his face against your neck, kissing it gently.

You moved your pelvis in time with his probing fingers. They were curious and insistent and were creating marvellous sensations in your pussy.

You groaned and spread your legs wider, allowing him easier access.

‘Oh God, Tommy, that feels so…’ Your voice faded as he took immediate advantage of your pleasure, dipping his finger deeper inside your wetness. Your hips jerked suddenly at the familiar but yet pleasurable sensation of being penetrated by is thick fingers.

Tommy felt the heavy beating of your heart. Its rhythm matched his own, but the throbbing in his cock was wilder than he could remember. It took every ounce of his willpower to restrain himself and not plough into your immediately. The sight of you, naked beneath him, drove him crazy.

Unable to restrain his need to taste you properly, he kissed down your body again so that he could let his tongue slide through your glistening labia and taste your delicious essence as his lips sought out your fleshy clit.

‘Oh, Tommy! Oh, shit!’ you moaned, squirming under his mouth.

No one had ever kissed you there, in your most intimate area.

Your nails dug into his scalp to hold him there. You didn't want him to ever stop. His tongue was creating sensations in your that you had never experienced before. Masturbation had always been good for you. You knew how to use your fingers expertly to bring yourself to climax, but this was different. It was warmer, wetter and more teasing, with an intense build up that made you want to thrash around and cry out in pleasure and frustration. You rocked your pelvis against his mouth, your inhibitions fading into the background of the sensations he gave you. You moved with him, demanding more as he licked and explored you.

A squeal of pure pleasure tore from your lips as your spasms started deep inside. You trembled and gasped at the sensations that raced through your body to your pussy and exploded in a wave of pleasure that radiated back throughout your body again. As the waves of sensation crossed each other, you swore you would pass out. You held on to the here and now, enjoying the wild ride, and when you opened your eyes at last, you found him smiling at your, the edges of his mouth glistening with your juices.

‘Holy fuck, Tommy’ you said as he moved back up towards you which is when you boldly reached out to caress the rigid cock pressed into your side, eager at the thought of giving him the same pleasure he had just given you.

It was hot and hard in your hands, and a small trickle of precum dribbled from the tip. Moving to a better position, you bent your head and tentatively stroked the velvety shaft against the side of your soft cheek, before dragging the tip of your tongue over the crown. Very gently, you drew it into your mouth and sucked slowly, lovingly, savouring his meaty thickness. You were surprised by your own enjoyment of this. You hated doing this to your husband when you were required to, but with Tommy, it was different.

‘Fuck, I'm hanging on by a thread here, Y/N, and I won't be able to hold out if you do that much longer’ he grunted after about ten minutes of you pleasuring him and as he watched your latch your soft lips onto his throbbing hardness. You moaned, overcome with the sensation of having him in your mouth and the taste of his excitement.

‘Then don't. I came, so come for me, Tommy. I want you’ you said after lifting your lips from his cock and looking up at him through hooded lids that only served to stoke the fire of his desire to even higher levels.

‘No’ he groaned and pulled you from his cock, pushing your back onto the blanket.

‘The first time I come tonight will not be in your mouth’ he grimaced.

A rush of adrenaline shot through you as he moved between your thighs. You felt the heat coming off him as he nudged himself against the moist outer lips of your pussy.

You spread your legs, and he rubbed the head of his cock over your slickness.

He hesitated for a second as he struggled to get himself under control then, leaning forward and supporting himself with his arms, he pressed ahead, pushing himself into your wetness.

His attention was focused on the warm, wet feeling of your lips surrounding his cock. They opened slowly to him, and he slowly pushed himself into the velvety depths of you.

‘Oh, Tommy’ you moaned. Your voice was tremulous and shaky as he filled you and stretched you beyond what you had known.

Hearing your tremulous moan, he thrust forward sharply and groaned as he slid all the way up inside you.

You winced and bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from crying out.

Your breathing was fast and shallow as your pussy opened and stretched to take all of him.

Despite the soreness and feeling of being overfull, it was a wondrous moment for you, finally knowing what it felt like to be with a man who you desired.

It wasn’t long until you became accustomed to the amazing fullness, yet he struggled to accustom to you.

 ‘Fuck, you're tight’ Tommy gasped at the snugness of you, barely holding onto his self-control. Now that he was in deeper, surrounded by your wetness, he was careful not to move, to let you get used to the feel of him inside you.

It almost killed him not to plunge repeatedly into you. His cock felt harder than it ever had and your cries of pleasure, knowing no one had ever made you feel like this, made him feel more virile, more potent than he ever had.

‘I'm okay Tommy. You don't have to hold back’ you said as you breathed into his neck, clinging on to him tightly.

You wrapped your legs around his hips and raked your nails down his back as he sunk deeper into you. The eyes looking down at you were tinged with concern and fire, but you wanted his desire, his passion, to feel beautiful in his arms. You wanted him to make love to you, but you also wanted him to fuck you.

Tommy moved his hips slowly, sliding his cock back and forth inside you, letting you get used to the rhythm.

You moved with him, intuitively pushing your pelvis upwards as he slid into you. Each time he buried himself in your pussy, your clit was trapped against the upper side of his shaft. You moaned loudly at the exquisite sensations and ground your pussy up against him even harder, pumping back faster, until the sounds of your bodies slapping against each other and the squelching sound of your passionate fucking sent a wave of need and pure lust through him.

‘Oh yes Tommy’ you gasped, licking his neck and biting at his shoulders.

‘Don't hold back. Please, I need you to fuck me’ you gasped again, unbelieving that you had said the words that chased around your brain out loud.

your words caused the blood to rush through his veins and pound in his head. He stared into your desire-filled gaze but, when his eyes locked with yours, a deeper connection hit him with more force than he had ever known with any woman since Grace.

‘Fuck Y/N’ Tommy moaned. Your name tore from his lips as he plundered your body. His tongue drove into your mouth, sweeping inside, tasting, commanding, and taking what he needed. He could no longer restrain himself and he let himself go, fucking you the way he'd wanted to ever since you had appeared in his life. With a growl of pure lust, he pumped his hips, plunging into you over and over. He couldn't get deep enough.

‘Oh god Tommy, don’t stop’ you moaned as he drove into you. Your body arched and undulated under his fevered lovemaking. The muscles of your pussy clenched and spasmed around his cock as a great bubble of pleasure rose up from your toes, engulfed you and burst into shards of explosive release that had you shuddering and sobbing.

‘Fuck’ Tommy moaned at the sight of your pleasure. Your face and torso were flushed, your breath raspy, as you writhed beneath him and clawed at him while your body peaked again.

You cried out his name once more, and he lost it. A roar exploded from him as his body crested and he toppled over the edge. His cock throbbed and pulsed, spilling his anguish and a steady stream of cum into you.

After he came down from his high, he collapsed on you gasping, trying to regain his breath.

After he gently pulled out of you, you could feel some of his warm cum leak from your most intimate part as he rolled to the side, lying next to you.

He held you close as your head was resting on his chest.

‘I am sorry for the unpleasantness of the location and the hard wooden floor’ Tommy chuckled.

‘There is no need to be sorry Tommy. You’ve just given me more pleasure than anyone before’ you said, causing Tommy to smile.

‘I promise that, next time, we will fuck on a bed, eh…a comfortable bed’ Tommy smirked.

‘So, this wasn’t a one off then?’ you asked.

‘It doesn’t have to be, if we are careful’ Tommy said, thinking that, how much worse could it possibly get. You are already conspiring against your husband together so, when you meet to exchange information, you might as well sleep with each other.

But little did Tommy and you know that your husband may soon find out about your indiscretions when nature takes its course.

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Note: I listened to all of Frankenstein: A New Musical before my English class started, so these are the notes I posted in a Discord server I’m in :)

Enjoy (Apologies for the formatting, I dunno how to post stuff that isn’t art--)

"I am the innocent, I am the damned. The fount of illusion, the father of dreams." Hits SO FUCKING HARD "I can hear my name blackened by my crime. Haunting me and taunting as it echoes through all time!" FUCK /POS

 The leitmotifs in this musical make me CRY The way that Alphonse sings his leitmotif in a solo, and then at the very end, Victor echoes that melody while singing to his creation, begging for forgiveness, calling himself a "foolish father" And the fact that Victor echoes it once or twice while singing to someone he loves, just like his father sang it while talking about his pride and joy (Victor) GOD FUCKING DAMN

 The way that Elizabeth and Victor's vows are sung so desperately, and Victor sings about something dark in the future, fully believing he would die on his own wedding night, not realizing that it would be his wife who would die instead

 AND THE WAY IN "FIND YOUR WAY HOME" ELIZABETH SINGS "YOU'VE ALREADY MADE ME SO PROUD" AND VICTOR'S DYING MOTHER ECHOES IT IN THE BACK

 CRIES SO HARD

 And the fact that all of this started because his mother died before he started college

AND I wonder when Hollywood and other big-name studios will realize that the creation is fucking BEAUTIFUL. Like, Victor fully admitted that he would have adored his own creation if his eyes weren't so creepy because he used the best limbs and parts he could find as a victorian college student.

 "Life everlasting, reanimation, a flawless new design. The finest human in all creation, body, bone, and mind!" Victor loved his creation before it came to life!!! He was desperate!! He had worked hard on this project!!! He just didn't know it would actually work

Also, "Birth to My Creation" is the perfect song to describe Victor

 In "The Proposition", the way that Victor and the creature harmonize is so fucking pretty The guy who plays the creature has such an amazing voice and it fits the character so fucking good

 VICTOR CALLS HIS CREATION THE "BIRTH OF MAN'S SALVATION" He LOVED his creation before it came to life 

 The first song that Henry really has a part to play in is literally a song begging Victor to come home, praying that if he could stop the hands of time he would to save his dearest friend

And when the creature ends up giving himself a name because Victor didn't (he was scared shitless of his own work) and decides that he "ought to be thine Adam" AND WHEN WILLIAM (Victor's little brother) GETS MURDERED BY THE CREATURE, IT WAS ONLY MONTHS AFTER HE WAS BROUGHT TO LIFE

God, I fucking love this story/musical

 "The Waking Nightmare" is such a good song for the creature it shows his pain, his suffering, his outcasting and fear that Victor left him in that night "What have I done to deserve such a sentence in hell?! Born as a demon, a ghoul from a nightmare, yet one who still suffers and scars like a human as well. Now here I stand, a half of a man, wondering why I draw breath! I'm here in the waking nightmare and every moment tastes of death!" FUCK I FEEL SO BAD FOR HIM

 "And I hear, like a ghost in my mind Echoes and fragments of memory, without word or a sound Was I alive once before? Was I once human like them? And could I again walk in the light and good graces of women and men?" He doesn't deserve this :(

 OH AND AND AND The way that the creature harmonizes with the blind man and Agatha is so fucking heartwrenching. He hears this man and his daughter singing to her baby, talking about how they will protect him with all their hearts, that their song will bring him peace, that they'll keep him safe and warm, and the creature so desperately wants that Being a newly made creature, cast away by his creator, he so desperately wants that safety he hadn't felt before

 And the ending notes of "The Music of Love" literally wouldn't sound right if the creature wasn't singing along with them, which makes it so much sadder when he reveals he accidentally killed the blind man

"What kind of monster kills a soul of kindness, by embracing it with love? Speak to me my only friend, do not abandon me. Don't leave me in this heartless world alone."

FUCK HE DOESN'T DESERVE THIS

 And the way that he responds to everything with violence and death is literally a learned thing. He wouldn't do all this if Victor hadn't cast him away so violently. It's nurture, not nature

 V "Why did you do it? Kill a child?" 

C "Why did you leave me there to die?!" 

V "So full of promise, full of wonder." 

C "Have you forgotten so was I?!" 

I love how, in "The Proposition", Victor was so against creating another creature for his first creation to marry because he was so damn afraid of his own work and how much power it held. But at the end he gives in because he now believes that his family and those he loves will be left alone if he does this. The creature literally promises that he and his wife will disappear if Victor does this one thing for him. Ofc, Victor decides to kill her right after she comes to life, causing the creature to swear to be with Victor on his wedding night, which is why he believed he was going to die, leaving Elizabeth alone so she wouldn't have to witness his death (leaving her completely defenseless against the creature, who, she shows sympathy for and actually begs to help him, but he refuses and kills her instead)

 The fact that Henry knows Victor so well that, even after not seeing him for months, he knows exactly what's going on in his mind

They were such good friends :(

 "Do not delay Victor... You may be my creator, but I am your master - Obey." GOD DAMN

 The panic and desperation you can hear in Victor's voice compared to Henry's is so fucking hfenfeahfha And the way the creature isn't even phased, just calm and demanding, vaguely threatening the man making his wife

 God, I love how the creature has notes that go high up when he's upset and truly in pain Also

 V "You are the children of hell!" 

C "Your children as well!" 

V "You're a fiend!" 

C "That you made!" 

V "A mistake!" 

C "That you planned!" 

V "You must die!" 

C "It is you who will feel this icy hand!"

 The fact that even if he didn't really love Elizabeth like a wife, the grief he felt when he found her dead is heartwrenching

 And when the creature sings "These Hands" shows just how much he yearns for a different life, one where he is loved and cared for. He wonders if he, when he was a human, was loved and showed affection toward others

And "The Coming of the Dawn"???? IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD It shows just how much Victor has changed from the beginning of the musical. He finds how "a man is truly created", and that the new day only brings unknown promises, and that if he continues to live in his dreams, he will never live to his fullest and this is the song where you can really feel the way he's changed (you could kinda see in in "The Workings of the Heart" when he sang with Elizabeth) AND THE KEY CHANGE AT THE END IS SO FUCKING AMAZING It really shows the hope that Victor is finally grasping, the way he's yearning to find his creation to finally end things properly "Maybe with the coming of the dawn, there comes another day." Is just so :(

 And now it's "Amen (Reprise)" which is literally the first song that the creature and Victor sang together in the beginning of the show.

V "I cannot die, and nor can you." 

C "Our time has come." 

V "One final task remains." 

C "The game is done." 

V "Yes it's true, I've hunted you, but I've come not out of vengеnce but of shame. I have followed you, to seek your grace, to fall upon your mercy and accept the blame. Damn the man who does not give his all to help his son to live. Forgive this foolish father. I can hear my name blackened by my crime, haunting me and taunting as it echoes through all time!" 

C "What have I done? How can this be? How cruel the hand of fate to take two souls too blind to see and give them sight too late. Your peace has come, you'll search no more. Soon I shall follow where you go. Go to sleep, you're safe with me. May the darkness set us free"

 I'm broken

Alright, it's class time now, hope you enjoyed my ted talk :)

[what-i-call-men]

Loyalty

James Patrick March x fem!reader

Warnings: a lot of murder, cheating on multiple occasions, some sex mentions, a proposal

Request: from me Fic thought of the night- you become James’ first prodigy because you were in the hotel with your husband and ended up pushing him out the window or something (where he wouldn’t end up in the hotel) and James wants you to carry on his work but you just fall in love with his passion. I’m thinking like housewife in the 60s poisoning her husband or something. Maybe she’s running from the crime scene and hiding in the hotel. Murder suicide and when she wakes up James is just clapping

Picture credit to @copy-of-a-cheeto​

That was it, you were over his stupid screaming and fighting with you and constant harassment over how bad you were at everything. You’d had it. You were on vacation with your husband and this was the last straw after nights of fighting instead of what should’ve been a romantic get away. He currently stood beside the window, looking out to the city, and muttering about how his assistant was so much better than you in bed. It wasn’t something you didn’t know about either but this was the last straw in your book.

With a rush of rage you walked behind him, grabbing an ice pick off the bar and ran it through his back. He gasped at the sudden pain, but before he could turn around to you you were removing the pick and picking him up with the strength of your adrenaline, pushing him head first out the window onto the street in front of the hotel. You leaned out after hearing the thud of his body from the 8-story drop. As you stared down at the body on the street you felt nothing other than rage, but as soon as you turned back to your room you realized that he’s dead and you just killed him. As soon as people figured out who he was you’d be suspect number one.

You hurried to his bag and grabbed the razor out of his toiletries. Killing yourself or your husband wasn’t even the strangest part of the whole affair. The strangest part was you waking up, staring down at your bloody body in the bath tub. At first you didn’t even realize what was happening until you heard slow clapping from behind you in your room. Turning around, you saw a man dressed in a suit with a cane and an ascot around his neck. “That was quite a show deary, I’ve never seen a woman with rage quite like yours.” He said and untucked the cane from his arm to lean against it again. “If you would’ve waited a few more seconds I would’ve offered you my own knife. Or I would’ve even done him in myself.”He gestures to his cane where it unlatched the head to reveal a small dagger.

You looked at him for a second, still at a loss for words until you finally murmured out a “who are you?”. James offered his hand to you to which you took as he introduced himself. “My name is James Patrick March. I built this hotel and I was walking past and heard the commotion. Serves him right for what he did to a beautiful woman like you. He got everything that was coming to him.” James muttered as he looked out towards the window where the body had fallen right off the property but behind the building where no one would see it.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long. He makes it so hard to even carve up a chicken for dinner without imagining it was it throat. He had been sleeping with his assistant for a year but I never went to college so I could never afford leave him.” You muttered as James walked towards the door, beckoning you to follow him. You followed and he nodded for you to continue talking. “He always wanted kids but I was never able to give that to him so he would seek her out in hopes she would provide that for him.” You felt like James was protecting you and made you feel better about what had happened. It was comforting until he placed his hand in yours to lead you down the halls and you felt a wedding ring adorned on his finger.

As the night went on James helped you, making a woman from the front desk carry in the body of your husband and throw him down a chute. He also had Ms. Evers dispose of your body and your husbands things. You soon sat in what you assumed was his room at a dinner table, eating along with him as he spoke about how artful your murder was. How a murder suicide was how he died as well with Ms. Evers and how that never stopped him from killing others. As James spoke, you quickly became enthralled with how passionate he was about death and killing. You didn’t have a weird or gross feeling when he talked about it, only a passionate love for the art of murder.

As days passed James had begun to taking a liking to your intrigue, in his murders. He began to show you the ropes of his preparation towards murder, the gory treasures he took from those he killed. On a trip you two took around the hotel on one of these days, he seemed particularly exited as you followed behind him past the bar and down a flight of stairs. “Mr. March I wanted to thank you for helping me out of my situation.” You spoke towards the man before you as he walked ahead of you.

“It was no problem dearest, I built this hotel as a safe haven for my hobby. A body is the least of its concerns.” He went on as you walked behind him. “May I ask where your wife is?” You asked and he faltered for a moment before stopping his walking and turning to you. “She’s none of your concern dearest.” He said and then continued walking, you falling a bit behind before he moved on to show you the torture chambers in the basement of the hotel. Surprisingly you weren’t weak stomached as he spoke eloquently about everything. Instead you held onto his elbow as he lead you around.

Something still felt wrong with him wearing a wedding ring and yet no talk of his wife or even a hint of her being around him. You’d been with him pretty much all of the last few days and he didn’t even have women’s things in his room to hint she lived there. “I have a surprise for you.” He said and you turned after hearing a door close behind you. Ms. Evers stood with a man and woman being hauled in behind her. “He’s just like your husband. He’s here today with his mistress because they chose to run away together. I thought this might excite you.” James said and the couple was thrown before you, gagged and tied.

You paused for a moment. You saw fear in both of their eyes. This woman was years younger than the man and he had grey littered through his hair. “Is she your assistant?” You spoke to him harshly, feeling the same anger towards your husband to this man now. He looked up at you and nodded. You felt your face grow hot as James slipped something into your hand. You glanced down to see a blade, the one from the top of his cane. Looking back to the man, you stared him down as you plunged the knife into the woman’s chest. His eyes widened and he screamed behind the gag.

Soon after stabbing the woman a few times you ripped the blade out and pointed it at the man. “You ungrateful traitorous bastard of a man deserve the worst and hottest place in hell for treating your poor hardworking wife as if she were nothing! She’s not nothing. I’m. Not. Nothing.” You yelled, punctuating your last words with a stab to his chest. You now straddling his body as blood coated your front. You felt no remorse. You in fact felt relief and you only felt better when James scooped you up and praised you. He ended his praise with a kiss to your lips. One that lasted a few moments as your heart dropped in your chest.

Nothing was really the same after that. James would ring your room every time a new man came in with a mistress and you would show up to their room usually with a knife behind your back. And every time you returned to James with blood splatter across your face and dress he would kiss you and help clean you off. You loved the praise he gave you but you knew you’d become his woman on the side. You’d never even slept with him but you still felt bad every time his wedding band touched your arm.

It wasn’t until he’d invited you to a dinner with him and his wife was there that you had truly met her. “Y/n, dearest, this is my wife Elizabeth.” He said as he gestured to the other woman at the table. She was a major juxtaposition in comparison to him. She was more into the times with her fashion, beautiful blonde hair swept across her face. “I’m so happy you could join us. I wanted to talk to you about your relationship with James here.” She patted a seat near her as James nudged you forwards. You sat nervously beside her, her aura oozing confidence and radiance.

“I want you to know I know everything you do for him and that him and I have an open arrangement for him and i to do as we please. Because I am the living owner of the hotel I keep the name and the legality of what we had, but none of the love he had for me.” She said and placed her hand on yours. “If you’d like to keep him company in the romantic sense I will be all the more supportive of your choice.” She added.

From that night on your relationship with James become more gory. Now instead of kisses and praise. You two would kill together in the hotel, then make love on the sheets stained with the blood of the adulterous couples. James was a rough man but you were just as commanding which he loved. He became so infatuated with killing with you, he invited you to a dinner he had which he coined “Devils Night”. It was his birthday dinner which initially was you and Him alone, but as the years went on he found others he deemed more impressive than you.

These others were alive and he coached them to kill for him in the outside world. It wasn’t until John that you had truly become fed up with these new guests, each one more horrid than the last. When John came around you wanted nothing more than to kill him along with Sally. He took up all of James’ time. You had turned to Elizabeth for comfort which she welcomed with open arms and bare chest. Sure it was taboo to sleep not only with her husband but also with her. It brought a new flame to your existence to find comfort in her arms at your shared loss in the murderous man. It wasn’t until she announced to you she planned to marry again that you grew excited again.

“James will not take it well. I’m telling you now so that you can swoop in to comfort him. I see how in love with him you are and how passionate he is about killing with you.” She said as she lit up her cigarette, the two of you clad in your silk robes as you laid in her bed. “James was never enough to make me happy but he truly will be for you for eternity.” She said and you grinned. That smile didn’t leave your face until James came you to hours after their monthly dinner, his hair a mess and his cheeks red with what was either anger or tears.

You welcomed him into your room with open arms, pressing his lips to yours as you closed the door behind him. He lifted you up and brought you to your bed, muttering quietly about how he didn’t see it coming and how stupid Elizabeth’s man was for choosing her. You shut him up with your lips as you undid his jacket, throwing it on the ground as you began on his button up. He kissed along the column of your throat as you felt the fire ignite in you again. A fire that hasn’t blazed since the 70s when James had found his second prodigy after you.

He set you down and you looked up to him as he paused in thought. “There’s a couple in room 36. Can we go back to how we were?” He asked gently and put his hands on your arms, his wedding ring now missing from his hand. “I’d love to James.” You muttered and leaned up to his lips once more. The couple was no trouble, to murder. You always loved to get the men while he had no problem taking care of the women.

Moments after you were both straddling the bodies, now soaked in their blood and enjoying the adrenaline rush at its peak. You heard James say something but you couldn’t hear him over the buzz in your ears. Looking to him, you egged him to repeat his words. “Marry me. You’re the only one who truly understands me. Better than Elizabeth ever was.” He said and turned to you fully from where he kneeled on the bed. “No one is as good to me as you, you are the best thing to happen to me in this eternal life. You bring light to this dreary eternity more than completing some stupid commandments killings from my lifetime.”

He said and moved over the bodies to you where you just smiled and nodded at him. He grabbed you by the waist, letting you fall back onto the bed into the pools of blood, kissing you fervently as you grinned against his lips. The kiss tasted like so many before, coated in an iron taste and the love of this man before you, but this was different because as he pulled away he smiled down at you. “Let me help you up, Mrs. March.” He offered and you took his hand, butterflies swarming in your chest as he helped you.