#and the mother was like no he didn’t i paid for it w my inheritance money and he couldn’t have afforded it bc he helped too many ppl at his

[lesbianlenas]

absolutely love the way the main character’s mother in this book is written….the way she reflects on how her daughter hero worshipped her father and didn’t actually know how he really was (a bad husband who she had to treat like another child and who cheated on her and who was very misogynistic) and how much it hurts the way that she loved him more when she was the one who nurtured her is so real. it reminds me of that quote that’s like father and daughter will look down on mother together but this will not save the daughter from the mother’s fate…..def my favorite part of this book

[mossyvil]

Flowers

Izuku x reader for @mirios-sunflower :)

✰ ✰ ✰ 

Izuku was, if you had to choose, the best customer you have ever had the pleasure of meeting. You had inherited the flower shop from your grandmother when she retired, and it meant a lot to you. 

It was mid afternoon when he came in, telling you that he was looking for flower to give his mother. He ended up picking hibiscus, which you rapped in a bouquet while explaining what they meant- delicate beauty. He had smiled at you and quickly left after paying. You didn't think you would see him again after that. 

But it seemed fate had a different plan, as about a week later he came back to the shop. He asked you about a couple flowers and their meanings, which surprised you. Not many people cared enough to learn, but you happily told him. He listened attentively, and when you were finished he picked a sunflower, paid, and then left. 

The third time he came in, he actually had flowers with him. You thought it was odd, as this was a flower shop, but decided not to ask. He came to the counter you were standing behind, and extended his arm holding beautiful orange tulips. “I know that you’re the one who knows about flowers, but I looked it up and it said tulips mean a never ending love. So this is kind of my way of confessing?” His face was bright red, and it was honestly kind of adorable. 

You took the tulips from him and flashed a bright smile, “I’m shocked you would put that much effort into a confession for me! But I've liked you since you came in looking for flowers for your mom.” 

He flushed, “Oh! W-Well i’m glad. Maybe we could go on a date this weekend? There’s a really cute cafe down the street that I think you would like.”

“I would love that!” You took out a piece of paper and scribbled your number on it, handing it to him across the counter. “Text me so we can figure out a time?”

The date was a massive success, and you two kissed after getting caught in the rain and booking it back to your house. 

You would have to thank your grandma for indirectly introducing you to the love of your life.

[sweeethinny]

The Duke - Chapter 5

I took a while to update, I thought about quitting sometimes, I won't lie, but, I started reading fanfics and books about Monarchy and regency era theme, and all my creativity came back.

Thank you as always, @theroomofreq who is very kind to me and helps me beta this story And to all my friends who need to listen to my crazy ideas

AO3 | FF.NET | SIYE (soon) 

| G. W |

It was barely dawn when that newspaper fell on the Weasleys' door and the elf caught it. It was like every other day, well rolled, with the ink still fresh, full of gossip, important news, and political speculation, in addition to that malicious hint that they introduced in the news, to be just mean to some stupid Viscount that was stolen - and deserved it - or a newly decorated Marquis who married a woman who struck him - and who also deserved it.

It was just another normal day.

Or so it was meant to be.

As soon as Ginny came down to breakfast, she felt that something was different in the air, or maybe it was the fact that her brothers and mother were on top of her father to be able to read the newspaper page too.

‘’Good morning.’’ She called, but no one paid any attention to her. ‘’What’s so important? Did we find a gold mine?’’ Ginny stood next to Ron, needing to tiptoe to read the main and most eye-catching story on the front page of the newspaper.

'’The - yet - Duke and Duchess of Godric’s Hollow, James and Lily Potter, open the doors of their country house, for the first time in 20 years, for the fiftieth Dueling Party.

Check out more information, and the guest list so far, on page 13.’’

‘’Were we invited?’’ Ginny asked, wanting her father to leave that page right away where showed a picture of the couple in front of their huge country house, with the two of them not looking so happy to pose for the camera.

‘‘We were.’’ Ron confirmed, still looking at the newspaper. ‘’I think… Did Mr Potter go crazy?’’

‘’Ron! Don't say that!’’ Molly slapped his son on the arm, scolding him. ‘’Arthur dear, do you know why… this? Lily's authorizing something like this to happen?’’

''James had talked about applying some measures at Godric's Hollow and some changes but ... I didn't imagine he would host the Dueling Party ... I mean, they have a pretty big list of guests.'' Father said, still standing at same page of the newspaper.

‘’I heard they think they know where their son is.’’ Fred said, a little quietly, as if saying something terrible.

‘’Lily will die looking for that son.. I don’t blame her, of course, but… It’s been almost 24 years, how does she think she can find the boy? Only Merlin knows who took him, where they took him…’’ Her mother put her hand on her chest, facing Ginny. ‘’We need to find you with a new dress.’’

‘‘No mom, please.’’ Ginny denied, looking back at the newspaper. ‘’But what if he’s really alive? How will they find him? Is that why they’re having the party this year?’’

‘’James says the boy was born with a brand.’‘ The father clarified. ‘’But I don’t know if that’s why they decided-- ’’

‘‘-- I’m sorry.’’ Henry’s voice interrupted Arthur’s, and the man bowed to everyone in the room. ''Mr. Weasley, I think you would like to accompany me.'' The man did not look at Ginny, as if he was afraid to show too much, holding a torn piece of paper tightly and having his left forearm grated and dirty. Had he fallen?

'‘Of course, Mr Figg. Excuse me, love.’’ Arthur kissed his wife respectfully and then followed Henry out of the dining room. Ginny almost ran after them, knowing it seemed to have something to do with her, just from the way Henry avoided looking at her.

She hated it when they made her look like a damsel in distress who couldn't distinguish fire from ice.

''Ginny, we will see this afternoon about your dress, and Ron, we also need to decide on new clothes for you ...'' Her mother continued to talk about the duties they would have for the next few days, but all Ginny could pay attention to was in Henry walking away. His cloak was torn in the back and it looked like he had just arrived - which was strange, because he never left in the morning, always preferring to go out in the afternoon when Ginny was at tea time with her mother, or at night, at dinner time. Henry always said that in the morning, it was the time that crazy people wake up and make a mess.

He looked over his shoulder after her dad turned the corner of the hall and disappeared towards the office, but he also followed the path before Ginny was able to have any appropriate reaction.

After his intrusion, and the delay for her father to return, Ginny had to be taken care of by another Auror (she was told that Henry needed to go to his office), and nowhere was Thomas as gentle and nice to her as Henry was. 

All morning, Ginny felt like she was being followed by a ghost, in silence for all the hours that passed, a little disconcerted that Thomas didn't like talking to her like Henry did - even though sometimes it was just yes and no - and when she had to leave the house to keep her mother company on the way to the center, Ginny was excited to at least hear different voices.

''Does Mrs. Potter know that I need to bring Mr. Figg?'' Ginny asked, looking at the windows they passed, daydreaming about those colorful and well-sewn dresses.

Even though her father was a Viscount, Arthur had been decorated one after the other 10 in front of him died, so there was not much inheritance for them to benefit from. They weren't really poor, Ginny could still choose a dress sewn by a top dressmaker on special occasions, but she knew that the family had far more limitations than other families who had a wardrobe all made just for them.

‘’I wouldn’t like you to bring him,’’ The mother started, raising her gloved hand as if she already knew that Ginny was going to interrupt her. "It's always quite threatening when he stays behind you wherever you go, and maybe that's what limits gentlemen to ask you out." The younger redhead bit her cheek, swallowing the urge to say what prevented men from getting close to her was that she was seen as crazy. ‘‘But your father would never let us leave the property without him following, so… Yes, Mrs. Potter already knows that Mr. Figg will be with you.’’

‘‘I thought they didn’t throw parties anymore.’’ She commented quietly, smiling at a lady who was looking at her a little terrified, pulling her little daughter aside when Ginny passed.

Ah, London hospitality, always so pleasant.

‘’We all thought so.’’ Molly spread the fan in her hands, fanning herself because of the heat that seemed to be almost deadly. ‘‘But it looks like Mrs. Potter is tired of leaving the doors closed.’’

‘’I don’t remember visiting their house.’’

‘’You first came right when you were born, we introduced you to them. We have a picture of you and little Harry in the crib.'' Her mother sighed, stopping in front of the shop for hats, gloves and other accessories (not as chic as the one on the top street where jewelry was sold) and smiled at Ginny . ‘’Let's go in, I want to see if we can find some hats for you. Maybe there is a suitor who captures your heart during the Dueling Party.’’

[...]

‘'The Dueling Party …’’ Ginny repeated, rereading the news for the tenth time. ‘’Do you know what they say about this party?’’ She asked, looking over her shoulder at Thomas, standing behind her, while she was dining alone.

He denied. Ginny snorted, annoyed by the silence.

‘’Do you know where Mr. Figg is?’’ It was a lot more fun to have dinner with his company.

‘’No, Miss.’’

‘’Do you know when he comes back?’’

‘‘No, Miss.’’ Ginny turned to the untouched plate in front of her. Her father had spent the day outside, just like Henry, Ron had gone out with Fred somewhere, and her mother had already gone to bed, saying she was having a headache from the heat. She sighed, alone.

Thomas was married, not that he told her, she had seen the ring in his hand, and Ginny hoped he would be more talkative outside of work, or she would send her condolences to the poor woman who was married to a ghost.

The day had been quite boring, even after going out with her mother - which resulted in her buying a new hat - her father had sent a Patron with strict orders not to leave the house. Not even to fly. So Ginny spent the afternoon reading, knitting, and even pruning some flowers. All without saying much, since Thomas seemed to hate any human interaction.

At first, Henry was like that, too, quietly, until he seemed to feel sorry for Ginny's loneliness (and his own, since he was 24/7 by her side), and they started talking and she was even able to convince him sit at the table with her when no one was attending dinner.

But today, even after Thomas has been with her a few times, he still seemed to completely ignore the warmth and preferred to remain silent, leaving Ginny talking to herself.

When she thought about starting dinner - even though the chicken looked pale and the potatoes didn't look so appetizing - she heard footsteps toward the dining room, and before she could understand who was coming in, his voice boomed through the quiet room; ‘’Mr. Thomas, you can go to your home. Thank you very much.’’ Henry bowed to her a little. ‘’Good night, Miss Weasley, forgive me for being late.’’

‘’Good night, Mr. Figg.’’ ’Ginny had to bite her cheek to avoid the smile that wanted to break her face. The other Auror bowed to her and left the room, looking even relieved of an unknown tension that weighed on his shoulders. ‘’He doesn’t seem to like me very much.’’ She continued to look at the door through which the man had disappeared.

‘’If you want to know a secret,’’ Henry spoke softly, and approached her a little. ‘‘I don’t think he even likes himself.’’ Ginny laughed, her chest seeming to burn with that feeling of comfort that the man gave to her. It was always so simple to be around him, even when they were around several people and Henry was not allowed to give his real opinions (he would never give them, anyway, but Ginny knew that when it was just the two of them, he could be one little less judicious)

‘’May I know where you and my father have been?’’ She gave up on dinner, turning entirely to Henry and putting her arms on the back of the chair, resting her head there and staring at him curiously. ‘’It was a very boring day.’’

‘’Sorry to leave you, Miss.’’ Like a great gentleman he was, he nodded politely. ‘’But unfortunately I can’t tell you where we went. You���ll have to ask your father.’’

‘’And will he tell me?’’ She tried hopefully.

''I do not think so. Sorry.''

‘‘It’s not your fault.’’ She shrugged, only then really looking at him. Henry was still as he was yesterday; his slightly old and crooked glasses made his green eyes even bigger, Auror's clothes were so tightly buttoned and without any wrinkles that Ginny was embarrassed about her dress, which had a slightly worn hem. But unlike yesterday, she realized that his left hand was bandaged. ''What happened?''

‘’Ah… problems.’’ Henry shrugged. ‘’Another time we can discuss this, but I don’t think it is an issue for a lady who… still needs dinner.’’ He looked over her shoulder at her untouched plate - which now seemed to have gained color and life.

‘’Have you eaten yet?’’ Ginny turned around, slicing the chicken and smiling eagerly for him to sit with her.

''Already, Miss. Sorry.’’ Ginny could even hear his sad smile.

"But sit still, you know I hate to eat alone." She helped herself to the wine, having to bite her cheek again to keep from smiling and bursting into words she swallowed all day, when he sat in front of her. ‘’Can I ask you just one thing?’’

‘’For sure, Miss.’’ Henry seemed to want to disagree when Ginny spilled wine in his glass, but said nothing.

''Your bruised hand, the disappearance for the whole day, and the bloody story... has to do with me?'' She said, filling her mouth with a good forkful of chicken, peas and puree, staring at Henry with a pink color on his cheeks and he looked away from hers for a second.

‘’Yes, Miss.’’ He sighed, looking tense. ‘’But I’m not allowed to say more than that.’’ And then Henry pointed his finger at the walls around them, silent, and then at his own ear.

The walls have ears.

Ginny could not contain the reaction of bulging her eyes and looking at the large window beside them, which showed the entire backyard of the dark and lost yard in the darkness of the night, the trees making a lot of noise, as well as the wind whistling in the small openings of the glass and some old wood.

Henry was still staring at her, his green eyes almost seemed to enter her mind.

‘’What was I doing when I got the scar on my leg?’’ Ginny was alarmed, placing her hand on the wand at her waist, and the other holding the knife even stronger.

‘’You went up on the roof to save a cat, and when I thought was safe and tried to go up too, you slipped and cut your leg on a loose tile.’’ She blew out the air she seemed to be holding. ‘’I’m glad you remember to ask this, but it would have been too late,’’ Henry said, without taking his eyes off her. ‘’You have to do this when I arrive, not after inviting me to sit.’’ He warned her, his eyebrow dark and cut in half by the scar, rising and arching.

‘’I would know if you were an impostor.’’ For some reason she couldn’t take her eyes off him, feeling her chest burn and her hands tremble. And unlike any other time this happened, it was as if her magic was more controlled rather than totally insane inside Ginny.

‘’Miss didn’t seem so sure of that.’’ Henry didn’t seem bothered to look her in the eye either.

‘’I just doubted it. But I would know.’’ She didn’t know how, but something inside her said she would know.

‘’I’m happy that no imposter would take my place.’’ Henry smirked. ‘’I would also know how to differentiate you from an impostor.’’ And then he looked away at the window, and Ginny’s chest seemed to almost break without the pressure that was building there.

She even managed to fill her lungs with air.

| H. F |

‘’If you allow me to ask..’’ Ginny started, as they walked to the place where they were training duels. A place that Mr. Weasley had built after the clearing, where no one would get hurt or end up drawing much attention. It was not respectful for girls born in good families to know the art of dueling.

It was another day, nearly seven in the morning when Henry had to wake Ginny up so they could train the duel. After yesterday's threat, it would be necessary for her to be more than prepared if he could not defend her alone - but he was training even more so that it would not happen.

‘’Where do your scars come from? The one you have on your forehead. I mean.'' She pointed with her gloved hand at his forehead, almost touching where the lightning-like scar was marked on his skin.

‘’It’s too bloody a story for seven in the morning. And for a lady like you.’’ He kept up his education, already seeing the hut they haven’t visited in a few months, trying to ignore the feeling of failure due to having to make a woman like her, needing to learn the art of dueling. Dueling with an auror, to top it off, and not with figures he would transfigure, as he did for the boys who had been a tutor a few years ago.

No Auror learned to duel as Ginny Weasley needed to learn.

Women usually - if they learned to duel - did it with transfigured birds, wooden figures, and sometimes, if it was very necessary, the teacher would participate or call another woman who also trained, so that they would duel.

Ginny was dueling with an Auror who could do this even with his eyes closed, and who had already killed so many men that he almost needed a third hand to count how many.

''Well, if I'm asking for the story of your scar, I'm wise enough to know that I'm going to hear a bloody story.'' Henry opened the wooden hut door for her to enter first, and the smell of damp wood and dust entered their noses. Sunlight passed through broken planks and windows, and the lack of furniture (or what was left over and already broken) caused their voices to echo.

‘’They tried to kill me when I was a kid.’’ He didn’t have to look at her to see her eyes bulge, instead he walked to his usual place and started getting ready for them to start dueling.

‘’Who would do that ?! This is ... This is horrible!’’

‘’I know, Miss.’’ Henry never doubted that. ''But you would be astonished at how many crazy people there are.'' He saw her getting ready across the room, taking off the cloak, gloves and hat that her mother insisted she really wear, even inside the property.

‘’How did you get out alive?’’ Her brown eyes looked a little horrified and a little angry, as if she wanted to protect him. Henry wanted to laugh at the concern of a Viscount's daughter, at a poor man like him. In no dream or hallucination would a woman so above him look at him and speak as she did, always so friendly, seeming not even to notice how foolish she left him.

Henry was only above the bourgeois and, obviously, the miserable and squib (a class that his mother, unfortunately, belonged to), and by very little yet. If it weren't for sheer luck and being in the right place at the right time, Henry would never know what it was like to step inside the Auror Department.

‘‘My mom saved me.’’ He said, simply, but Ginny was still staring at him absurdly. ‘’In fact, she’s not my birth mother… My birth mother died at the hands of the Death Eaters. But she has looked after me since one of the Death Eaters tried to kill me, and here I am, safe and sound.’’

''I've never seen a spell that left a scar.'' She approached, eyes fixed on Henry's forehead, and her bare hand touched his skin, making him shiver and make him walk away in fright, as if her touch burned his face. ‘‘Sorry.’’ Ginny blushed furiously, still looking more scared, withdrawing her hand.

'’It's okay, Miss.’’ Henry swallowed, the wand in his hand shaking slightly, as if the magic wanted to explode out of it at all costs. ‘’And, I don’t know how I came out with just a scar. Maybe my magic saved me.’’

‘’Yeah… maybe it is.’’ Ginny now looked into his eyes, looking a little too serious, the brown eyes that Henry thought were so beautiful, seemed to carry a mountain of feelings that she would never let out. At least, not for him. ‘’Come on… let’s train.’’ And then she turned her back on him, the purple robes making her look like a witch from a Muggle fairy tale. Her hair tied tightly in the braid made her look a little more challenging than she usually was.

Henry knew he would never find a woman more beautiful than she was, and he cursed himself for thinking of her that way.

‘’We’re going to start.’’ He had to breathe deeply, before getting back in line and starting.

They bowed to each other in a sign of respect - if there was any respect in a duel - and then raised their wands.

Ginny and Henry had already dueled a few times, much more than a lady should, and he knew that she was really good and that if they accepted women at the Auror Academy, she would be even better than most the men who worked there. But whenever they dueled, Henry felt that electricity running in his wand, making it difficult to keep the spells for a long time, as if his wands refused to duel.

The magic was out of control - that's why Mr. Weasley had a hut built away from everyone and empty - and he could see the intensity of her magic almost greater than his. There always seemed to be something missing to make his strengths equal, and Henry thought that maybe it was the fact that he always feared for hurting her, while Ginny was instructed to use all her strength.

‘’Expelliarmus.’’ He whispered to himself

‘‘Estupor.’’ Ginny also spoke in an almost lower tone than Henry, and then the spells dueled, and the electricity almost looked like it was about to kill him. His arm was shaking, and the strength of the spells facing each other made the boards tremble and the rest of the entire furniture began to want to dismantle.

But for some reason Ginny lost her focus, and then Henry's magic won and her wand flew into his hands, just as her body stumbled over the furniture behind her.

He also lost his balance, and had it not been for the table well placed behind him, he would have been shamefully thrown back.

‘’I heard a noise.’’ She said, startled. ''I saw someone passing by, behind the house.'' And as if all the strength was suddenly recovered, Henry stood up and looked behind him, through the gaps in the wood where all you could see was the forest.

‘’Are you sure?’’ He asked, already casting a protective spell around them and throwing her wand at her, walking towards her and keeping her behind him - even though she insisted on going to his side.

''Yes. I saw someone. It wasn't a deer or anything. It was a person.’’ Henry’s magic trembled again, and just for safety, he cast three more protective spells around them, and grabbed her arm, pulling her out of the house. ''Don't let me stay behind, someone can hit me from behind and you won't even see.'' She complained when he once again put his body in front of hers, stamping her feet next to Henry, who was looking at the forest silent around them.

‘’Miss, you will stay in the circle of protection, while I will see if there is anyone, understood?’’ He stared at her, the taste of blood dominating the palate with the idea of ​​yet another crazy men trying to kill her.

''But I--''

‘’--Don’t make me petrify you. And I will. ’’ Henry didn’t even give her time to complain, throwing more protections around her, stepping out of the circle and preparing to grab another idiot who tried to get close to Ginny.

Yesterday morning Henry had found a miserable boy, doing the dirty work for wealthy people, bringing with him a cursed Ginny doll and a letter detailing exactly what they would do when they caught her. Henry didn't even like to remember the fury that surrounded him when he read what they intended to do. Not even over his corpse, would anyone touch her.

They were starting to be more creative now. It was the second cursed item they tried to get to Ginny.

Making sure she was still safe - and she looked furious in the circle Henry had created - he started walking around, looking at the sides of the house and a little way through the trees, but never losing sight of Ginny, who was so well protected that he could barely hear her voice.

But maybe Henry should have paid attention to what she was screaming, or trying to scream, because when a spell tried to hit him and ricocheted away, he knew it was she who was protecting him, and that they were with visitors. But he saw no one.

Turning to her, even more furious, Henry felt protected once again, seeing that Ginny was also surrounding him with protective spells, and he made the sign that she needed to leave. He told her to Apparate, but Ginny stayed there, denying it while Henry felt his protective sense scream inside him.

Better him than her.

He hid behind a tree, still feeling protected, and concentrating on the image of Ginny and her mesmerizing eyes, Henry struggled to enter her mind, as they had trained exhaustively. But it always seemed easier with her.

''Apparate out of here.. Now.''

He ordered, even though that part of the Forest was strangely quiet. Had they given up?

‘’Not without you.’’ She snapped in his mind, and Henry wished he could shake her shoulders.

‘’You are more important than me.Get out. They won’t see you, you’re protected.’’

''Not. Without. You.''

Henry took a deep breath and looked behind the tree, looking for whoever it was, wondering what he would do with that stubborn woman. There was no more noise, no spell shining, everything was silent. Which was even more dangerous.

They wouldn't come and just shoot Henry and leave without even fighting. But he was not staying to see.

And if he could bet, he knew it was more dangerous for them to stay there, waiting for them to come back. They had done this once, killed a deer as a threat, so Henry knew there must be a dead animal somewhere nearby.

He would send a patronus to Robards.

'’Apparate to our safe place. I will meet you there.’’ He spoke to her, still in mind.

‘’Do you promise to go?’’

‘’I’m right behind you, Miss.’’

[bestbakubros]

Hi, do you think he could request a headcanon or scenario from Aizawa as a single father, with a young girl who inherited his mother's quirk? They are divorced but the mother is not very present in the life of the girl. If it bothers you or you don't want to do it, please ignore the request.

a/n: hey anon!! thank you for the request!! this is my first request for a  Aizawa headcanon! I was watching Teen Titans sooo I gave the daughter an animal transformation quirk like Beast Boy! sorry for the late reply back! anyway enjoy!!

warning: mentions of divorce

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Shota Aizawa with a young daughter, who didn’t inherit his quirk

Papa Aizawa is one of the best single dads out there. His wife had fallen out of love with him, and cheated, leaving him with their precious baby girl. After they divorced, he made it his life’s mission to protect and raise her with all the love he can offer.

The time had finally come when his daughter’s quirk kicked in. She was playing with her toys in the living room when she turned into a baby monkey! Shota walks out of the kitchen to check on his baby and was surprised to see a monkey sitting there in place of his child.

“PAPA!! W-WHY AM I A MONKEY? W-WHAT’S GOING ON!?” His little girl ran towards him to be carried in his arms. “Baby, don’t worry! Your quirk finally kicked in! This is great!” He kisses his daughter’s forehead and places her down.

Aizawa was kinda disappointed that his daughter didn’t inherit his quirk, but her mother’s powerful quirk of animal transformation. Aizawa wanted to tell his ex-wife about her quirk coming in, but decided it wouldn’t be best since she left her with him.

She only paid her regular child support and that was about it. She never cared to call or drop by every once in a while. It made Shota sad, but now that his daughter had her mother’s quirk, he was reminded of the hardships of his failed marriage.

But, that thought made Shota more determined to raise HIS daughter to be a better person than her mother ever was!

[tessmontyart]

2020 year in review

It’s funny, last year I never actually got around to doing one of these. I didn’t think it was overly interesting. Oh 2019, how I miss you so 😭Such an innocent time ....

I’ll do a quick recap, cause hey no-one but me reads these anyway. 2019 was a glorious time. I went to Italy for the first time, went on an awesome Hunter Valley trip with my friends, had a 100th birthday celebration for my pop, I got to see the show I worked on air on TV, we saw the Lano and Woodley apartment in Melbourne .... Good times!

I didn’t give a rats about being unemployed and took matters into my own hands by making loads of new merch and selling at the most conventions I’ve ever been to. I tabled at Sydney Supanova, Adelaide Avcon, Sydney SMASH, Coffs Nexus Con, Sydney Oz Comic Con and Brisbane Supanova! I did so much travelling and events, it became my full time job. It was exhausting, but it was loads of fun, it paid the bills nicely, and it was wonderful to meet followers and mutuals in person.

My partner was very invested in counting up the numbers of what was selling and what wasn’t, and taking note of what was inconvenient with my setup and how to make it better. He even made a powerpoint presentation on what I could focus on for 2020, what kind of merch I could focus on and adding more conventions to my list. We were both excited about the idea of trying out Armageddon in New Zealand, which would have been my first overseas convention!

Cue 2020.

It started off uneasy. There were still bushfires everywhere and smoke hanging around, but I was optimistic they would die soon and the rest of the year would be fine. I booked a bunch of conventions early as usual. Got a whole bunch of new things made and ordered for the first convention of the year, Melbourne Supanova in early April. Some Acrylic charms didn’t make it in time because of COVID, but I thought that’s ok I still have a whole years worth of conventions to sell them at!

COVID-19 was just a spooky mysterious thing that was happening overseas at that point. I think there might have been 1 case in Australia, so all the toilet paper and hand sanitizer was sold out, but we were still able to do our usual travelling for the event. Little did I know, Melbourne Supanova was the first and last event I could do in 2020.

COVID hit Australia hard, Melbourne especially. There were lockdowns, quarantines, planes were grounded, airmail was halted, the cases kept multiplying, rules kept changing and changing and it was all so new and such a headache. Seeing every single convention I had booked cancel one after the other was hard to process. This was my main source of income in 2019 and now it’s up and vanished. Everyone were losing their jobs too, so the idea of getting a new job was completely out the window. 

I tried to cheer myself up by drawing ‘Toilet Paper Chan’, my new magical girl character who has the ability to summon toilet paper in a time of need 😅

I made it into a Draw This In Your Style challenge, seeing as everyone was bored out of their minds in quarantine I hoped it was something people could pass the time and have fun making. 

(here’s a handful of my favourites) I had a few entries which were all very adorable, but I admit not as many people joined as I expected. I don’t blame them though, this whole pandemic was very soul sucking and demotivating, especially hearing the constant stream of bad news when it all started.

I also made some lineart of a cute Easter girl, encouraging people to colour her in if they are bored in quarantine.

That was really fun, and I planned to do more, perhaps whole colouring books for a small price to download. 

Then, out of nowhere, my friend from the last animation studio I worked at in 2018 contacted me. “Hey Tess, are you looking for work?”

“Um .... yes?”

Work? In 2020? What?

It turns out the animation industry is one of the only industries that are doing fine in the pandemic. Literally the only change is that animators have to work from home instead of at a studio. If you have the animation software and an internet connection you have everything you need.

So my good friend had recently scored this job for a studio which outsources all their animation for their animated TV series. The role is just fixing up any animation errors inhouse to minimize the amount of back-and-fourth between studios. It doesn’t sound like much but it became too big a job for just one dude to handle, so he contacted me and 2 of my other animation friends to help out. We had a ball!

It was loads of fun, and the contract lasted the whole year! 

It wasn’t just fixing up errors either, I got to animate walking/ running / jumping / flying cycles for the overseas animators to use, which was great practice for me, and we even had a whole episode to ourselves to animate from scratch which I really enjoyed.

And then ... the year just flew by, because I was busy working the whole time. It was really quite surreal!

There were a few highlights, such as being a bridesmaid for my best friend’s wedding and organising her hens party, which is one of those once-in-a-lifetime things.

(Hens Party - it was yellow themed (her favourite colour) and High Tea.. it was adorable!)

(The bridesmaids and the bride on the Wedding Day)

Unfortunately there were some lowlights too ... This was the last year I got to see my aunt. 

She was the craziest, funniest aunt, and still far too young to go. I honestly don’t think I’ll ever be the same without her.

As always, drawing is the only way I cope with anything. My family chose a plain wooden casket, encouraging everybody to write a message or draw something on it, before it would be sent to the crematorium. I drew Spotty, her awesome horse I remember from my childhood, surrounded by her favourite flowers. Monty draw Mingus, her awesome ferret we also remember from our childhood.

That wasn’t the only bad news either. Pat’s Grandpa passed away later in the year, and a handful of my friends had relatives who either passed away or were diagnosed with cancer or some other horrible life threatening disease. A musician who collaborated with favourite artist collaborated passed as well, and even though I didn’t know him personally, it was still horribly devastating. Not to mention all my friends/relatives pets who didn’t make it through 2020. There was just so much loss this year, and I’m still grieving my cousin and my friend’s mum who both passed last year, it’s getting harder and harder to cope. It’s gotten to the point where I’m paranoid about who the next person will be because I haven’t finished grieving the last ... 

All I can say is I hope 2021 is a little kinder when it comes to my loved ones. The small light at the end of the tunnel is; any suicidal thoughts I used to have frequently have all completely vanished, because I’ve been faced with the reality of it all. You really don’t realise how many people love you, people you don’t even know.

...

That was very dark, but it’s definitely something I needed to get off my chest.

Lets go back to a much lighter note. 

More highlights: 

🌻Animal Crossing New Horizons came out this year! I used to play Wild World back in the day so it was wonderfully nostalgic, and me and Pat have made the cutest little town with all our favourite villagers. It’s a nice way to escape from it all ^_^

(Monty’s island when we started)

🌻Speaking of games, the brand new Crash Bandicoot came out this year too! It was actually jaw droppingly amazing seeing all the awesome new ideas and mechanics they came up with while still keeping it classicly Crash. I loved it and I’m so excited to see if they give Spyro the same treatment!

🌻2020 brought about new and interesting ways to still enjoy Live entertainment. Lano and Woodley did a Zoom show which was absolutely hilarious, and Lights did an amazing online Dead End show which had me so pumped!

🌻Pat and I continued our anniversary High Tea tradition, this time trying it out at the Hydro Majestic hotel in the Blue Mountains!

🌻Speaking of Pat, his sister got married this year too, despite the pandemic. Congratulations!

🌻Pat randomly bought a Miku figure for himself, out of the blue, completely unravelling years of unnecessary ‘shame’ I’ve inherited caused by a pushy mother and a crappy ex. I used to love figure collecting but was convinced by certain judgy people that it was stupid and I needed to sell them all. I kept my very favourites in a cupboard ‘just incase they increase in value’. But now I can finally display them all again knowing Pat loves them just as much as I do!

We also added a ton more to the collection to make up for lost time (and because there’s SO MANY CUTE MIKUS NOWADAYS)

It’s a bit messy because we recently got new ones and need to make more space for them. The shelf with the Vocaloid nendoroids were my original ones hidden away in the cupboard, the rest we got this year ^_^ They make me so happy!

🌻Speaking of Pat unlocking things I’ve always wanted to do in the past: I am now planning to revive my old OCs Yui and Lotto! They were just characters of mine back in the day, but since I’m not good writing I never really came up with a story for them. But with Pat’s writer wisdom and my kawaii art style, I’m now planning a webcomic featuring the two cuties ^_^ It’s still in the very early planning stages but I’m super excited, and forever grateful for Pat, for believing in me ;w;

🌻This year I drew 31 more Owl City songs in copic markers, to go towards my ongoing project to draw every song! I’m actually getting quite close to my goal now which is exciting! 

🌻This year I went to a Drive-In movie theatre for the first time to see the new Bill and Tedd movie, it was glorious and now I wanted to try more drive-ins. Going out to see a movie on a big screen *without* being able to hear smart-asses or screaming babies? Yes please!!

🌻How could I forget, this was the year my idol noticed me!! Lights shared and retweeted my Deadend fanart! Life = made.

What to to look forward to in 2021:

This is the first New Year where I actually have an idea of how 2021 will go! I managed to secure another animation job at a new studio starting January, ending January 2022 😊So thats the financial security for this year sorted! :P

As for general goals for 2021;

I’m hoping to have a decent plan, concept art, chapter ideas and hopefully even a script done for my new webcomic! I also wanted to make some cute simple animations of the characters just because c:

I’d also like to just do more of my own animation in general ... I animate every day for work but I never get to do my own animated projects. It will be hard with a full time job, so maybe this can be a 2022 goal ... but hopefully I can do at least one little animation of my own!

I suppose another goal is to make a social media accounts for my animation, too. Even if I don’t fulfil my goal, I still would like a page to showcase everything I’ve done so far.

And if all else fails .... Another goal is to draw more Miku. It’s crazy that I love her this much and haven’t drawn any fanart!

I think I’ll leave it there because I’m babbling now. 😅

I’ve done so many of these now o_o

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[sandersidess]

Alone

tw: fighting, mention of teen alcoholism/death in the family/blood/near death experience mention, ask to tag

I wrote this in one hour

*****

Age 8

Remus hated school. He never wanted to go back, escape his stupid town and not look back. Such a mentality from such a young kid is worrisome, and one would make sure he went to get help. While his adoptive mother believed in such thing, his adoptive father didn't and he was the one who ‘ruled’ the house. His word was order.

“I don’t want to go! I hate it!” Remus screams at his mother and kicks at her when she picks him up. “No!”

“Remus, sweetie please,” She pleads and takes him out to the car, “You have to go.”

“I hate it! They’re stupid!” Remus shakes his head and keeps trying to escape from her hold, almost doing so until he was buckled in.

“Remus, dear,” She says in a soft tone, a tone Remus would calm down to, but not this morning. No. He wanted to stay home.

Remus shakes his head and kicks at her seat once the door was shut with a sigh, screaming the whole ride. His sweet mother, instead of snapping like any parent would, instead kept calm and listened to his frustrations. She listens to what frustrates Remus, to how he wanted to escape and find his place somewhere else.

“I know everything! School is stupid!” He yells at her and kicks at her seat once more, crossing his arms across his chest.

“I know,” She whispers and looks at her rear view mirror, seeing the pout he had and how tears were rolling down his cheek, “How about we go get breakfast? I can let you have some coffee if you’d like, but only very little.”

“Really?” Remus sniffles, looking at her, now lightly kicking her seat.

“Yeah. Besides, you’re smart, right?” She smiles and focuses on the road, “You’re my smart boy. I know you’ll catch up soon.”

“Thank you, mom.”

“It’s no problem, my boy.”

And so they had breakfast. Remus was now much more calmer as he munched on his apple slices, smiling at how his mother made silly stories out of the food he ate. He lets out a much happier giggle, making him feel more light that his mother didn’t push away his frustrations. It made his mother smile when he smiles, so she would do anything to see that bright smile everyday. He arrived to school an hour late, a fake excuse made and Remus was on his way. As he took his seat near the window, he stares out it and watches the clouds slowly roll through.

After school, it was supposed to be the usual, but it wasn’t. Instead of his mother picking him up, his father did and it soured his day. He hated being near his father, being alone with him. He always tried to make Remus do things he hated, things he had little to no interest. It made Remus furious how he would be belittled when it came to sports, being smaller than the average kid his age, and being slightly slower than those his age. It made Remus cry out of frustration again, wanting to yell and thrown the ball at his father’s mouth to shut him up, wanting to make Remus run towards his mother.

“Man up! I don’t have time for my son to be crying!”

“Get a new son! I hate this! I hate it and I hate you!”

With that, Remus stomped away, his wall slowly building up and a cloud hang over him.

Age 15

When did he start drinking? When did he start smoking? He can’t remember really. It must’ve been when his mother passed away, when the only person who understood him left him all alone. Alone. That’s all he was today.

At first it was to cope with the death of his mother, to escape reality, to escape his bastard father. It worked, and he continued. Why? He would have to say it’s because he started hanging with the wrong crowd. Those who skip school, who drink and smoke almost all day, no respect for authority. To be honest? Remus never had respect for authority whatsoever.

He also had no respect for the people he called ‘friends.’

He only stayed with them as they were another way to escape reality. He could escape from his so-called family, school, society, his mind, his grief, and so much more. Remus needed an escape, and this was the only way to do so. Healthy? No. But he had no one to stop him.

Remus was someone the school hated. They wanted to expel him since his first fist fight that ended with the other needing to go to the hospital. Yet, they didn’t. He had good grades after all, the best in the run down school and it would help get more funding if needed. Why would a rebel have such good grades?

He did it for his mother. While Remus didn’t want to continue higher education, he promised her near her bedside that he would continue getting the best grades for her. She was his rock, his peace, his safe space. All that was gone now.

It didn’t take him until a near death experience to make him wake up. It made Remus mad that it took him that experience to snap him back, but it worked and he would thank it everyday. Getting stabbed and left alone to die would change some, him being one of them.

Remus polished himself up, one step at a time. He got himself to rehab, wanting to end his alcohol addiction and smoking habits. He thought of going cold turkey, but he was sure he would kill someone. It was hard, he wanted to quit, he wanted to punch someone (that being his father), he wanted to tear down everything. Yet, he didn’t. No, he wrote his feelings down in a notebook. He would tap that pencil against his desk, making a beat, and slowly, made music. With that music, the memories of his mother’s stories and sweet voice, and his life, he wrote music. He taught himself the guitar once out of rehab, a small smile appearing on his face once more.

Step by step, Remus improved himself for him. He made himself what he considered the better version of himself. Well, he knew he might have his moments, but he told himself he would work on that as the time passed by. He planned his escape also from this crooked old town, wanting to move into the city. First, he would have to graduate top of his class, use his inheritance money to buy a cheap apartment at the nearby city, and show off his talent.

Step by step, Remus did so, making him proud of himself.

Age 21

Remus walks down the street, guitar slung behind his back, smile on his face, headphones on and volume on high. It took him three years, and while it felt like a lot, he was lucky. It’s not easy getting recognized in Los Angeles, but playing his guitar and singing his soul out in the streets paid off. He was found by a music producer, always going to remember those dark mismatched eyes and curly hair that came up to him. From his excitement, he pretty much forgot the conversation. However, it seemed like faith had a hand in this also.

He met his biological twin brother. The conversation was...interesting, to say the least.

“Remus?”

Remus looks over as his name was said, frowning and tensed up. No one he knew was here in Los Angeles, and he wasn’t known by anyone. Who could’ve called his name?

“How do you know my name?”

“It’s me. Roman. Do-Dont you know me?” The voice says, honey eyes just like his, staring back at him.

Remus was sure he was looking in a mirror, except the reflection made him much cleaner and posh looking. Remus still couldn’t remember the name, having never heard of such person in his life. He looks back at those eyes, raising an eyebrow as he saw tears brimming.

“No man, I don’t know you,” Remus shrugs, seeing ‘Dee’ was still at his side, “Should I? You make yourself sound like an important person.”

“W-Well,” Roman gulps and rubs his hands together, shrugging, “I was hoping I would be. I’m your twin brother afterall.”

“Huh,” Remus huffs and chuckles, “So you must’ve been the one our biological parents kept. All I know is that I was adopted by age four, but I remember no twin brother.”

The room got cold at that comment, even Roman seems to have frozen up. Remus had a way to make someone feel guilty, and he only used it when upset or tired. Right now, it was a mix of both. Had Roman just left him alone, none of this would be happening.

“Remus-“

“No need to apologize, golden boy,” Remus waves him off and grins, “Besides, I always noticed how they gave you more attention. Give them my greetings, and oh,” Remus snaps his fingers and clicks his tongue, “Tell them thank you and to tell you the full truth. From your expression, you grew up in a lie.”

Remus turns around to walk away, hissing when his arm was grabbed and places a hand on the arm, turning around and was stopped from twisting the perpetrators arm. Roman just stared in horror, moving his hand away quickly.

“Don’t you dare touch me.”

“But I was hoping-“

“Listen, Roman, I’m not here to be all buddy-buddy with you. I’m here to make music and spread it to people, using my talent to help others who were in the same position as me. So get this in your skull,” He flicks Roman’s forehead, “I walk alone.”

Age 23

He was still a small artist, but he was okay with that. He never really did it for the fame, maybe for the money, but to help others. His lasted single Alone, was a pretty big hit for many. He’s gained followers, speaking to his small fan base and smiles as he remembers the first one.

Remus loves his new life, having better friends, a career he enjoyed, and away from his old shit town. He saw new joys in life, took in ever little moment, and reconciled with his brother. It was tough, as he started them off in a bad foot, but their relationship improved. They were coming up with a song together, and he was excited for it. He never forgave his biological parents, even after tears and pleads, he couldn’t.

“You’re not my parents, never will be. My real parents, who was both mother and father, is dead. She will always be my only parent.”

He couldn’t care if it hurt their feelings. Good. They get to know how he felt all these years inside.

But moving past that, Remus enjoys his new life. As he kept maturing, he wonders on what he missed out on. What were things he didn’t do as a child that he’s doing now? He can’t think of any, but he was sure Roman knew and that’s why he was being introduced to new things.

He sometimes wonders, if there was someone else in the same shoes he was in. He hoped not, but he wasn’t an optimist. He was sure someone was walking down the street, headphones on, a dark cloud hanging over them. It made Remus sigh as he walked down the street, the world seeming to go in slow motion suddenly. He looks to his left, seeing a young kid with his hands stuffed in his pockets, eyeshadow seemingly under his eyes, purple headphones on, a look of frustration on him. Remus stops in his tracks, looking back once more and sees he was gone through the crowd.

He knows how it feels to walk the world alone. He knows how it feels to not be alone.

Remus shakes his head and turns back, going to his destination, seeing the cafe and smiling as he saw his boyfriend, Dee, and Roman waiting for him.

He could only hope that no one else would walk the world alone.

[alphacrone]

for it’s better to burn out than to fade out of sight (7/?)

rating: T pairings: Yuki & Tohru (platonic), Tohru/Kyo, Yuki/Machi, other canon pairings & friendships summary: In the end, it wasn’t sadness Yuki felt, when Tohru Honda had her memories erased. No, it was anger. And anger he could work with.

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vi. silently reaching for a hand to hold to warm the cold

***

“Rat? Rat! Ohmygosh- ” 

If Tohru thought she’d lost her mind before, it was nothing compared to now, as she pulled back the folds of Sohma’s discarded uniform to find a small, gray rat where a boy once stood. Was this some sort of magic trick? Would Sohma appear behind her and pull a rabbit out of a hat? 

Pain pulsed behind Tohru’s eyes and a chill seeped through her veins to the tips of her fingers. In her mind’s eye she saw plumes of smoke, splintered wood, a hissing, orange cat..

“Well,” a voice said, small and soft. “That isn’t how I intended this to happen.” 

The rat was speaking with Yuki’s voice. 

The rat was speaking . 

 “ Sohma ?” Tohru breathed, leaning down close to look the rat in the eyes. It stood unnaturally on its hind legs, tiny paws clasped together in a patient posture. There was no way this was just a simple magic trick.

“Yes, it’s me,” Sohma said. “And now you know my family secret. Again.” 

“You- rat- how-?” Tohru grasped at her head, trying to make heads or tails of what Yuki was telling her. It was impossible, a thing of magic and fairy tales, and yet...it made sense. She couldn’t say why, but knowing that Yuki Sohma could transform into a rat just seemed right. 

“It’s complicated,” Yuki said simply. “I can explain better once I turn ba-”

He was interrupted by a loud bang , and a plume of smoke filled the empty hallway. Tohru turned away to cough, choking on the thick scent of incense, and when she turned back, Yuki was upright and human again...and completely naked. 

“ Ah !” Tohru slapped both hands over her eyes before she could catch sight of anything inappropriate. “I’m sorry! I didn’t look!” 

Yuki chuckled softly, and Tohru heard the rustle of him slipping on his uniform. “It’s fine,” he said. “This isn’t the first time, after all.” 

Tohru’s cheeks grew hot. “I’m sorry about the other time, too!” 

“Honda,” he said. “You’ve apologized enough for a lifetime.  It’s really okay.” 

She nodded and wrapped her arms around herself as Yuki finished getting dressed. “So...your secret...is that you’re...a rat?” 

Yuki chuckled. “You can turn around now. And yes, sort of. It’s a...family curse. There are others specifically affected. You met a few others, when you found out the first time.” He paused, and looked down at his crooked tie. “Ah, it’s hard without a mirror.” 

“Here, let me,” Tohru said, but she paused before touching the tie. “Will that...what causes it ?” 

“A hug,” Yuki said solemnly. “So, you’re safe.” 

“A hug,” Tohru repeated, hands working mechanically as she straightened out the tie. “How odd.” 

“Isn’t it?” Yuki said wryly. “I can tell you about it more later, about the curse and everything that happened to you. I wasn’t sure if you should know, since you’ve paid the price once already.” 

“My memories?” 

“Yes,” Yuki murmured. “But it could be worse. The head of the family...he’s…” 

“We’ll keep it a secret, then,” Tohru said hurriedly. “No one needs to know that I know, right?” 

Relief washed over Yuki’s face. “Right.” 

“But maybe...maybe we could tell Hana and Uo,” Tohru continued nervously. “And Megumi. He knows so much about curses, and if this- if this is a curse you don’t want, maybe we could find a way to help!” 

“I’d like that, but....can we...can we not tell Hanajima and Uotani yet?” Yuki asked, playing with the hem of his shirt. “It’s...it’s something I think we should talk about more before trying to explain to them.”

“Of course,” Tohru said quickly, nodding her head so aggressively it began to hurt. “Don’t push yourself to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

“Thank you,” Yuki said, and he reached out to squeeze her hand. “Can I walk you home after school today?” 

“S-Sure!” Tohru replied. A warning bell rang, and she gestured down the hall. “We better get back to class.” 

They quickly returned to the classroom, much to the ire of some of the fan club girls. Hana and Uo waved at them, and Uo smiled mischievously. 

“Hey, you guys kiss and make up?” She teased as they entered the classroom together. Tohru squeaked in surprise, but Yuki nodded. 

“We’ve cleared things up,” he said, and Tohru realized just how much everyone had been worried about her. Class started before she could say anything, but Tohru felt so grateful to have these friends in her life. 

***

They walked home in silence. The weight of the truth hung heavy between them, but neither knew how to bring it up. It was an inconceivable idea, this Sohma curse, and to explain it to an outsider without Shigure or even Kyo was a daunting task. 

Though the walk was a little awkward, it was over quickly, and they now found themselves standing outside the Honda household. 

“Would you like to come inside for some tea?” Tohru asked, smiling up at Yuki. 

“I would love to,” he said after a pause, and Tohru felt her grin widened. She pulled him by the sleeve up the steps and through the front door. 

They paused in the genkan to slip off their shoes, and Tohru called a soft, “I’m home!” There was no response, so she just shrugged. “Aunt Mie is at work and my cousins must be out, but I’m not sure where Grandpa is…” 

“The house is very nice,” Yuki said, sounding a bit awkward. Tohru could understand, when there was such a gargantuan elephant in the room. 

“Grandpa had it all remodeled before Aunt Mie’s family moved in,” Tohru said, drifting into the kitchen to start the water for tea. “Hana brought over some odango from her grandmother—would you like some?” 

“Just tea is fine,” Yuki said, settling at the table. “ Oh .” 

Tohru poked her head back into the room at Yuki’s small gasp. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized he had caught sight of the altar. It housed several photos, for Grandma and her great great uncle and Mama and-

“Is this your father?” Yuki asked, eyes focused on the portrait of Katsuya Honda. He seemed so young in the photograph, barely older than Tohru herself. “You had a photo of your mother with you, when you lived with us, but I never saw your father. You have his smile.” 

Tohru started. She’d been compared to her mother her whole life; father was nothing more than an afterthought, a stranger, even in his family’s home. “R-really?” 

“Yeah,” Yuki breathed, and he bowed his head in prayer before the altar. Tohru left him there to prepare the tea, her mind still whirling with too many thoughts. She took a deep breath and poured water into the teapot, letting it steep as she collected cups and the dango, before carrying it all out to the table. 

“You said...before,” Yuki said, accepting the proffered cup. “You said your father died of pneumonia .” 

“Did I?” Tohru was surprised she’d told anyone about her father, especially a boy she’d only known a few months. 

“Yes,” Yuki said. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay, really,” Tohru said, pouring the tea for both of them. “I was so little, I don’t really remember it.” 

“That’s still…” Yuki trailed off. “What was he like?” 

Tohru frowned. “Mom said he was really kind and serious, but a little spacey. He spoke formally, like I do, which I think is really the only thing I got from him. I’m pretty much the spitting image of my mom.” 

Yuki quirked an eyebrow. “Kind and spacey? Sounds like you inherited more than you think.” 

Tohru’s cheeks grew warm and she laughed. “I don’t really remember him, but I know he loved me and Mom.” 

“That’s important,” Yuki said softly. “Not all parents do.” 

Tohru’s heart clenched, but before she could respond the front door opened and Aunt Mie’s voice carried down the hall, “I’m home!” 

“Welcome home!” Tohru called back. Mie walked into the room, still dressed in her work clothes, and froze, eyes trained solely on Yuki. 

“This is the boy, from the photos,” she said, shoulders tensing as she caught sight of Yuki. “The one you lived with.” 

Tohru sputtered, but Yuki did not miss a beat. He stood swiftly and crossed the room to bow to Aunt Mie. “My name is Yuki Sohma, I’m a friend of Tohru’s from school. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

Aunt Mie opened and closed her mouth several times, but no sound came out. “Y-You- You’re her friend?” Was all that she could manage. 

Yuki’s pleasant expression did not change, but Tohru felt a chill fall over the room. “I am,” he said. “I am incredibly lucky to know Honda, and for her to deign to be my friend. As I’m sure you know, she’s a good, kind, hard-working person. You must feel so blessed to have her in your family.” 

Tohru had never seen Aunt Mie’s face grow so red, but she could not tell if it was from anger or embarrassment. She knew her face must be brighter than a strawberry at Yuki’s kind words. “May I offer you some tea, Aunt Mie?” She asked, hopping up to grab a new cup. Mie waved her away, not taking her eyes off Yuki. 

“That won’t be necessary, Tohru,” she said stiffly. “But have you made preparations for dinner?” 

“Yes!” Tohru clapped her hands together; she’d gotten a cookbook from the library and very excited to try out some new recipes. “I did the grocery shopping yesterday.” 

Mie nodded curtly. “And the laundry I asked you to do?” 

“I took it off the line last night, before bed,” Tohru answered, sitting back down at the table. “And put it away in the linens drawer.”

“And the dusting-?” 

“Is Tohru the only person here who does housework?” 

Yuki’s tone had gone decidedly icy, though he still maintained an expression of polite neutrality. Tohru shivered, despite feeling warm from the tea. 

“Excuse me?” Aunt Mie asked, eyes going wide. 

“I was just wondering if Tohru is the only person in this entire household who’s assigned housework,” Yuki elaborated, stepping closer to Mie. 

“W-well, I’m at work all day,” Mie snapped. “And Dad is too frail. So, of course it falls to Tohru.” 

“And your children?” Yuki tilted his head to the side. 

“They’re students! It’s important for them to focus on schoolwork, plus Kaoru has her part time job-”

“So does Honda,” Yuki said, expression darkening. “Is her schoolwork unimportant?” 

Mie blanched. “She’s not going to college, does it really matter?” 

“Graduating high school is very important to Honda,” Yuki growled. “So is doing well at her job. I guess I’m just a bit concerned you’re overworking her. We wouldn’t want her to fall ill, would we? Health is so important.” 

Tohru gasped quietly as she saw Yuki’s eyes flicker to the altar, then back to Aunt Mie. Mie glared at Yuki, but said nothing as she left the room. As soon as they heard her bedroom door slam, Yuki let out a long sigh. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I went over the line there, I shouldn’t have said those things. Will this get you in trouble?”

Tohru’s heart warmed. He’d just stood up for her, and now he was worried she’d be in trouble for it. Yuki Sohma was a sweet boy, deep down. “No,” she said, shaking her head. “Aunt Mie doesn’t yell at me. I don’t think she likes me very much, so we don’t...interact a lot.” 

Yuki nodded. “If she tries anything, just call me, okay? You don’t have to stay here, you can always come with me or stay with Hanajima or Uotani.” 

Tohru smiled, and grabbed a stick of dango for herself. “I’ll be fine, Sohma,” she said, taking a bite. “But...thank you.” 

Yuki smiled—a real, genuine smile—and Tohru’s heart melted completely. He was so serious at school, so composed and quiet. But with her and her friends, he laughed and scowled and smiled . 

They were friends. They’d been friends before, and Tohru’s memories had been taken, and they were friends again now. And for the first time since meeting Uo and Hana, Tohru knew this was the sort of friendship that wouldn’t disappear so easily. She and Yuki were connected, no matter what that meant for his curse or her family, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. 

[ofellc]

hello angels !! i’m so so excited to be here and i’m so inspired to rewatch friday night lights now you have no idea ! i’m ava and this is my bb angel elle. i am pretty obsessed with my chubby lil pug named milo and have been rewatching schitt’s creek for like the 4th time. oh and check out elle’s pinterest here !!

hey  ELEANOR ROY , welcome to dillon university . has anyone ever told you you’re MAIA MITCHELL ’s twin ? no ? well okay , i heard you are TWENTY-ONE & a JUNIOR at the university . we hope CHEMISTRY isn’t kicking your ass too much , especially since you’re the SCHOOL NEWSPAPER REPORTER  . see you at the next game, ELLE & cis female + she / her .

𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓈 .

name : eleanor violet roy

nicknames : elle ( almost exclusively )

age : twenty-one years old

gender : cis female

pronouns : she / her

sexual orientation : bisexual

nationality : american

hometown : los angeles , california , usa .

𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂 .

some of this is copied from donnie’s bio since ( @donncvans​ ) is her twin brother !

the roys come from a long line of lawyers & politicians . often not so good people . very power & money hungry . his father chuck is a big time lawyer for nfl football players .  his mother is out of the picture bc long story short , she was pregnant with donnie & eleanor when she was young . the roy family didn’t really accept her so they paid her off . elle & donnie don’t know that , they think their mother died at childbirth .

anyway , so mr. chuck raised his children haphazardly , bouncing from nanny to nanny w. a couple of family dinners sprinkled out . in LA .

the pressure to serve the family proud never weighed lightly on eleanor. she wanted to appease her father. unfortunately she didn’t inherit the athletic gene so she tried making it by being the best and brightest in every other area

growing up at the top of her class, winning science fairs, becoming editor of the yearbook and student body president in high school; elle did it all

sometimes she felt as if she lived in donnie’s shadown. it wasn’t his fault, but when her father lived and breathed the nfl, it was hard to make him interested in anything else.

elle took a particularly keen interest in journalism. she had a passion for interviewing people and getting down to the nitty gritty of a situation. 

she had the grades and credentials to go to almost any ivy league school she desired, but their was an innate need to follow donnie to dillon and make sure he was okay. 

elle always worried about donnie and the pressure he faced with her dad.

however, her father disapproved of getting a degree in journalism. constantly being told that she wouldn’t earn enough money, elle reluctantly agreed to study chemistry following her dad’s wishes to go to med school. 

𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂

jack of all trades, except anything sporty. she’s a quick learner, but also often spreads herself too thin taking on tasks. 

huuuugge art lover and painter. in elle’s perfect world, she would be able to paint for a living, but considering her dad didn’t even want her doing journalism, there was no way in hell she was going to be able to pursue that.

hopeless romantic by far.

she loves love and gives her entire heart and soul to whoever she’s with. also gives her heart away way too easily which has lead to elle being taken advantage of or just getting her heart broken

smarty smarty pants, but is pretty humble about it

glass half full kind of gal

can get easily overwhelmed, but does a pretty solid job of masking it. she is just in her own head a lot and overthinks everyyythhing but tries not to let it show

she drinks on occasion, but often times fall into being the mom friend. she’s always so scared of letting herself be inhibited in front of strangers

super loving and loyal !! once you’re her friend, she’ll go to the ends of the earth for you

she is literally the bruno mars song called grenade lmao

since she wasn’t able to pursue her passion for journalism, she volunteers as the school news reporter so she attends all of the sports games and interviews all the players

will bend over backwards for almost anyone and is v easily persuaded and talked into things because she’s such ! a ! people ! pleaser !

[emma-nation]

In My Veins (KamilahxMC) - Season 2 - Chapter 3

Summary: Inspired by Lovestruck’s “Havenfall is For Lovers” (Antonio). Amy seems to finally have solved her feelings for Kamilah, but when somebody from her past returns, their relationship will be put to test.

Genre: Romance, Angst

Rating: T

Notes: Not angst, only a little bit drama, I promise! Also, alert for NSFW content.

KamilahxMC Tag List: @iam-the-fuckin-queen, @annabellewerecorgi, @voltos9, @scorpistraub, @leavemeandmyshipsalone, @jen825, @andreear17, @spacecarrousel, @justejuste727, @aureliaxj, @graceschoices, @sleeping-with-her06, @supersphynxsworld, @gavryllo, @galaxyside-0, @msuhailey, @zoe6111, @ptxgirwaffles, @tigerbryn11, @shanuuh, @ilovetaylor13m, @honorablebicycle, @ilovekamilahsayeed, @begging-for-kamilah, @kennaxval, @fal-carrington

Kamilah rolled her eyes, tossing a pile of papers aside.

“I can’t figure out where he could be keeping my brother,” she sighed. “It must be in one of the cities I have an office, but which one?”

Amy observed quietly. The last couple of days had been absolutely stressing. The more Kamilah tried, she couldn’t get any leads about Gaius. She called every single contact she had worldwide, in every city she had an office, but no one had the answers she needed.

“Do you think Gaius knew how to catch a plane and travel to another continent?” She finally asked, after all the ancient vampire spent almost a century trapped inside a sarcophagus. He wasn’t used to the modern world.

“He’s a fast learner.” Kamilah answered, without paying much attention, as she tossed more papers aside. “God, it was so much easier to track you.”

“Track me?”

“Yes. I’ve paid people to do research from me, since your very first ancestor, the First Vampire.”

Amy felt a strange sensation in her stomach, remembering what Jameson told her in the dungeon. So it was true. She really descended from the First Vampire.

“Is it Rheya her name?” She wanted to know. Kamilah nodded in confirmation. “But why me, Kamilah? Why not my mother, or my siblings?”

“I can’t tell exactly, Amy,” Kamilah told. All I know is the first woman of every generation can inherit the traits. In your family, the only one who did was you.“

Amy sat down at the couch, sinking into her thoughts again. Was it possible she was powerful as Jameson said? And what she had to do to unlock all this potential? She was about to open her mouth to tell Kamilah, when the female vampire interrupted her.

"I see no other way,” she sighed and grabbed her car keys. “We’re going to The Council meeting.”

———-

In the short months Amy had been living with Kamilah, she discovered only one thing was certain, Council meetings never ended well. Still, Kamilah thought that since one of them was possibly working with Gaius, she could seal a deal to obtain information.

“I know you’re desperate but, are you sure this is a good idea?” Amy questioned as they entered Raines Corporation.

“It’s never a good idea,” Kamilah straightened her suit. “It’s like cutting a deal with the Devil. But I’ll do whatever it takes to find Lysimachus.”

When they entered, the meeting had already started. They were doing the so-called tribunal, to decide if Priya was innocent or not for the night she attempted to murder Amy.

“Well, well,” the fashion designer smirked. “Look who has arrived. Am I going to be punished?”

“Silence!” Adrian ordered. “Kamilah, I thought you said you wouldn’t come.”

“I did, but I have an important matter to discuss.”

“Okay, but first we need to finish the voting process. Vega?”

“My vote is ‘nay’,” the Senator announced, glancing at Amy with a suspicious look. “The feeding was consensual and nothing happened to girl, she’s safe and sound, isn’t she? Priya could’ve really lost control, as she claimed.”

Adrian sighed in disappointment. His vote was the only one in favor of Priya’s condemnation. With The Baron, Lester and Senator Vega by her side, she’d never be punished for her actions. Kamilah didn’t seem to care. At the moment her priority was another. It hurt Amy a little bit.

“May I?” She placed herself on the table and cleared her throat. “As you are aware of, Gaius has returned. He also brought my twin brother, Lysimachus, back to life.”

“Is it even possible?” Lester asked in shock. “I mean, the guy has been dead for…”

“2038 years, yes.”

“He used Amy’s blood,” Priya explained, with a malicious expression. “It’s like the Holy Grail for Vampires.”

“Ha!” The Baron let out a laugh. “Are you telling me dumb Dora’s blood can actually bring the dead back to life?”

“Shut up,” Kamilah shouted, slamming her fist on the table. “Gaius has been using my brother to torture me, he wants me to go to him!”

“Do you have any evidence of your claims, Kamilah?” Adam Vega asked. “I’m sorry, but it all sounds a little bit unrealistic to me.”

Kamilah sighed and went to the television screen Adrian had in the conference room. After plugging her phone on it, she played the footage she was able to retrieve, from the two video calls Gaius made.

“Oh. My. God.” Lester stood up from his chair. “He’s back! He’s really back! W-We need to run… We…”

“Hmmm,” Vega was pensive. “Out of all of us, he decided to go after you first. Any idea why? Is it only because you used to be his consort, or there’s something else behind it?”

His eyes went straight to the chair where Amy is sitting.

“I see what you’re suggesting,” Kamilah said. “He’s interested in Amy’s blood and heart, to bring back the First Vampire.”

“T-This is… This is only getting worse,” Lester was on the edge of a panic attack.

“I suggest we cut a deal with him,” the Baron proposed. “We hand him the girl, in trade of our freedom.”

“It’s not even an option,” Adrian angered.

Kamilah took another deep sigh.

“All I want to know is if someone in this room has any leads about Gaius whereabouts. I’ll deal with him myself.”

“This is madness,” Adrian shook his head. “Are you telling me you plan to go to him by yourself?!”

“Yes.”

After a moment of silence, the only thing that was heard was Priya’s sarcastic laugh, followed by a suggestive smirk. Kamilah glanced at her.

“Oh, you. I should have known… If you have anything to say, you better spill it.”

“I’ve heard a thing or two during my latest trip to New Orleans…” the fashion designer said, “about a trail of bodies, all over the East Coast. And then…”

“Then what?” Kamilah asked, angry. Almost losing her temper completely.

“Oh Kamilah, everything has a price. Information like this, it could be dangerous in the wrong hands.”

“I know what you mean,” Kamilah rolled her eyes. “Tell me your price.”

Kamilah opened her wallet, ready to sign a check with any value Priya asked for.

“Not money, darling,” Priya laughed again. “I want her,” she pointed at Amy. “So, what’s going to be? You give me your mortal pet and I tell you where your brother is. Easy as that.”

Kamilah turned around, looking at Amy steadily. The girl’s heart started thundering inside her chest. Was it possible Kamilah was really considering Priya’s offer?

The moment of tension was interrupted by Adrian’s cell phone. When he hung up, he announced:

“A friend from Greece. A strange motion at the small island of Mydea. The Order Of Dawn’s compound has been completely destroyed.”

“Gaius always held a grudge against the Order,” Kamilah told. “I’m flying to Greece. Right now.”

———-

“Kamilah, wait,” Amy shouted, as she followed the female vampire across Raines Corporation lobby. “I’m coming with you.”

Kamilah stopped and turned around, finally giving her proper attention after days acting distant and cold.

“Amy…” she took a deep breath and cupped the girl’s face between her hands. “I can’t let you come with me. It’s too dangerous.”

“So that’s it? You’re going to walk by yourself into a trap, where Gaius is probably going to kill you and your brother? Kamilah, we need a plan.”

“There’s no time for plans, Amy. Trust me, it’s safer for you to stay here.”

“Of course, it’s not like an ancient vampire is going to be kidnap me and bleed me dry, or anything like that.”

Kamilah closed her eyes, flustered.

“I can’t figure out if you’re talking about my past actions or Gaius’ and that’s troubling.”

Amy laughed before placing a kiss on Kamilah’s lips. As her tongue sneaked inside the female’s vampire mouth, moving against hers teasingly, her hands sneaked to Kamilah’s pocket, stealing her car keys and cell phone.

“Amy!” Kamilah shouted as they parted. “What the hell was that?”

“Ha! It seems like even Kamilah, the Vampire Queen, has weaknesses after all,” Amy chuckled victorious. “I am going with you.”

———-

Inside the airplane, there was nothing but absolute silence for hours. Kamilah was focused on her laptop and Amy thought it was better to not disturb her.

She looked through the window, observing outside as they flew above the ocean. The thought Kamilah even considering giving her to Priya wouldn’t allow her to rest. Didn’t the last months they spent together mean anything? Just when she thought a feeling had truly sparkled inside Kamilah’s heart, she acted exactly like the opposite. As if Kamilah was reading her mind, she asked:

“What would you have done?”

“What?”

“What would you have done in my place, Amy?” Kamilah insisted.

“I… I don’t know, Kamilah,” Amy told. “It’s not like you’d trade me for a pair of sunglasses, it’s your brother and you’ve already told me you’re doing whatever it takes to have him back.”

Kamilah ran her hand through her long straight hair. Amy could notice, behind her walls, that she was falling apart.

“Do you really think she’d have helped you? Priya, I mean. If you had given me to her.”

“Probably not,” Kamilah sighed.

Amy fought a smile and focused her attention back to the dark night sky.

“I’m going to lose him again,” Kamilah spoke again. Her voice was dark and fearful. “And I’m going to lose you too.”

“Kamilah…”

“And if I cared about you, if I truly cared about you, I’d try harder to lose you. Because at least you’d be safe.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Amy reached for her hand, holding it tightly.

Kamilah looked deeply into her eyes and all Amy could see in her face were centuries of pain, she fought so hard to hide, surfacing.

“Why?”

“Because you can’t tell me what to do?"

"You’re the most stubborn mortal I’ve ever met,” Kamilah wrapped an arm around Amy’s waist and kissed her forehead. “I’m so sorry, Amy. I almost gave you to Priya. I don’t know what I’m doing! I can’t even recognize myself anymore!”

For a second, Amy felt she was about to cry. Imagine Kamilah crying was something that never even crossed her mind before. She sat across the female vampire’s lap, stroking her fingers through her hair.

“How could I even consider doing that?” Kamilah pressed a lingering kiss on Amy’s lips. “Amy, I…”

Amy silenced her with her index finger.

“That’s okay, Kamilah. We’re going to fix it.”

Kamilah kissed her again, bringing Amy closer to her body as much as she could. Between fierce and heated kisses, involving tongue playing and biting, they removed every pieces of clothes that were stopping their bodies from feeling each other’s warmth.

“I don’t want to go, Kamilah. I don’t want to ever leave you…”

Kamilah’s mouth descended to her neck, kissing and sucking the soft skin enough to leave small purple marks.

“Please, stop trying to push me away. It hurts more than anything else you could do to me.”

“I won’t,” the female vampire finally faced her. Now she had a smile on her face. That smile Amy fell in love for. “I promise. I’m never letting you go.”

Looking into her brown eyes, Amy could almost lose herself into them. A growing desire started to burn inside her chest. She needed Kamilah as much as she needed air to breathe.

“I-I… I should get some sleep,” Amy told, as she felt Kamilah’s hand playfully touching her hip bone.

“Please, stay with me.”

How could she even said ‘no’ to those eyes? Even when she was so conflicted about the last events.

“Okay,” Amy sighed in agreement. “I didn’t feel like getting up anyways, I’m comfortable here.”

“We probably shouldn’t have sex right now, should we?” Kamilah asked, raising one eyebrow.

“No,” Amy yawned and rubbed her eyes, “we should have sex and then grab a snack, I’m starving.”

“Well, I’m lucky to have both right here in my arms.”

A joke. Most of the tension was finally broken. Amy let out a laugh and buried her face on Kamilah’s neck, inhaling her expensive and amazing cologne. Her girlfriend definitely looked a lot more relaxed, but still worried and insecure.

“I just want to know if everything is fine between us.”

“I don’t know if anything is fine right now, Kamilah. But I don’t wanna break up, if that’s what you mean. You’re doing your best in a crazy situation.”

“Thank you, Amy. I don’t know what I’ve even done to deserve you,” Kamilah’s fingers caressed the side of her body, sending electric impulses from Amy’s head to her toes. “It’s been a long time since I cared about anyone else other than myself. It hasn’t been such a smooth transition.”

“Same here,” Amy smiled, as Kamilah placed a kiss on cheek.

“You’ve given me such wonderful gifts,” the female vampire whispered in the girl’s ear, nibbling on her earlobe. “Your trust, so hard won.”

Then, she kissed the way down to Amy’s chest. Kissing and cupping her breasts.

“Your heart, so full of love and kindness.”

Her mouth descended even lower, to Amy’s belly. Amy threw her head upwards, feeling the tips of Kamilah’s fangs gently scratching her skin.

“Your body. All that bare skin for me to sink my teeth into,” a small bite made Amy shiver in pleasure. “Marking you for everyone to see you’re mine.”

Kamilah finally went on her knees, lowering her head between Amy’s legs.

“All those secret places for me to kiss and lick and touch until you scream my name loud.”

And she was right. Absolutely right. As Kamilah worked on all the right spots, Amy could do nothing else but moan.

“Kamilah…”

Happy to accomplish her task, Kamilah looked at her with a sly grin before proceeding. Her tongue moving perfectly, massaging the most sensitive part of Amy’s body.

“Kamilah!” Amy shouted, a little bit louder.

“Oh my sweet human thing… we’re only getting started.”

Her next set of moves was enough for Amy to reach her peak, screaming her name for the pilot, and anybody else that was inside of that plane, to hear.

----------

Later, she was resting in Kamilah’s arms, with only a blanket covering their bodies.

“Amy?” Kamilah called for her, wondering if she was asleep.

“What is it?” She mumbled.

“I know I’m not a good person, but I promise you I’m trying to do things right. I promise I’m trying to be a better woman for you.”

For the first time in months, Amy was unable to trust her words completely. Her behavior in the last few days didn’t quite match her promises.

“And I’ll show you with my actions,” Kamilah added. “Not only with words.”

“Okay,” Amy looked up at her and smiled, giving her a vote of trust.

[koressecretidentity]

A new future - Thomas Sharpe x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, bad writing, slightly heated moment at the end

Word count: 2229

Characters: Thomas Sharpe, Lucille Sharpe, (y/n) (l/n), (y/n)’ parents

Pairing: Thomas Sharpe x Reader

Reader gender: Female

A/N: English is still not my first language and I do have two beta readers but they are Dutch too so if there are any grammar mistakes, please forgive me. I also hope the usage of language is correct.

GIF is never mine unless stated otherwise masterlist

Nerves wrecked through (y/n)’s body. She had never met this man in her life before, how was she supposed to act in love and content if it would turn to be everything she feared.

Everything seemed to slow down. It was everything she wanted yet everything she feared. A marriage. That’s what she had always dreamed of. An arranged marriage. That’s what she had feared for so long.

Her father had decided on an arranged marriage if (y/n) couldn’t find a fitting

husband herself before she turned 18 and her 18th birthday came much sooner than she had appreciated.

So here she stood. (h/c) locks falling over her shoulders while other locks were neatly put up in a bun. A few pearls decorated her hair and shined brightly in the light that bathed on her back. (e/c) eyes met her father’s who held his arm up expectantly for her to hold. He’d walk her down the aisle and towards her new lover. Or the one that was supposed to become her lover.. So her parents hoped.

“It happened with us too,” her mother had said, “We fell in love while we were on our honeymoon and look where that brought us.”

Well apparently that had led to her birth and her own arranged marriage. (y/n) had heard so many stories of women who were basically a prisoner in their own house, stuck to the chores and the kids while the husband was out to work, earn money. And while that wasn’t new for her, she feared that her husband would be someone who wouldn’t give her one ounce of freedom.

For years (y/n) dreamed of such freedom and she had hoped her parents would’ve showed mercy and let her travel the world, explore new countries and everything. But that didn’t seem to be the case.

As (y/n) and her father made it down the aisle, the bride couldn’t help but notice that most guests were ones she knew or at least had seen once. Except for one woman. Dark long hair fell down her back and the look she held in her eyes was rather cold. It send small shivers up (y/n)’s spine. It was like that woman didn’t seem happy at all that her male relative was getting married.

Well, (y/n) figured it had to be a relative of the man at the end of the aisle for she herself couldn’t recall meeting that woman and she was sure she’d remember a cold look as hers

“Don’t stare, keep walking.” Her father demanded her and it was only then that (y/n) noticed that she had hesitantly stopped walking for a few seconds to take in the woman’s looks. She quickly made her way further down and then her hand met very soft ones. Probably the softest ones she had ever felt.

Then she had to turn her face to look at the priest that made them say their blessing.

Due to the thick veil covering her face, she didn’t get a clear look of her soon-to-be husband but she had seen the outlines of his face and she felt lucky that she didn’t get an ugly one. It sounded a little rude but she’d have to survive with that man for the rest of her life whether she wanted to or not.

So when the priest pronounced them husband and wife – the whole room cheered happily – and the veil got lifted, her breath hitched as her (e/c) irises met gorgeous blue ones. The man – Thomas if she recalled correctly – had the softest look in them and he cupped her face thus gently that she could’ve sworn that man thought she was fragile and breakable.

And then his lips were on her own. They felt a little rough in contrast to her own soft ones but she didn’t mind one bit. She even felt the fireworks every lovesick woman talked about when they kissed their lover.

Way too soon to her liking, they pulled away again and Thomas wrapped on arm around her waist, holding her close as they made there way down. Both smiling happily and when they were alone for a few minutes she heard him speak clearly for the first time.

Sure she had heard his voice at the altar but she hadn’t really paid attention. She had  noticed his accent was British though and that might’ve explained why he acted like such a gentleman.

“I’m such a lucky man,” Thomas whispered while now cupping her face again and leaning his forehead against hers, “I know we barely met but I can’t help it but feel for you.”

Well.. Now (y/n) at least knew he felt the fireworks too when they kissed.

“I understand that when we take our leave to my home country and when we get there you’d rather sleep on your own, in your own room and maybe even on our honeymoon. I know we’ve never met before and I shan’t force you into a more intimate relationship than we already have-“

“I don’t mind,” she interrupted suddenly and tilted her head a little, her lips brushing against his as she spoke, “Pardon me for the interruption but I don’t mind at all. I’ve never felt more safe with any other man than you and I am willing to give this a chance.”

Thomas smiled brightly, his lips still curled upwards as he pressed his lips once again against hers.

It was days before they went on their honeymoon. The newly wed travelled around the world and made various stops. But never once did they make love to one another. Mostly because they had to get to know each other still and let it build up to a healthy relationship before they could do such things. Despite (y/n)’s parents constantly asking whether or not she succeeded in getting pregnant. Whenever they knew where the couple was staying, they send letters that way with the same question and every time they did, (y/n) and Thomas send one back with the same explanation over and over again.

It had gotten thus much out of hand that (y/n) one night after receiving yet another letter – they were in Paris at the time – constantly kept apologising for her parents and kept on assuring Thomas she did not want to force him in such things much unlike them. Thomas had laughed good-heartedly and pulled her into his embrace. He assured her how it was alright and that he understood more than anyone.

He had gotten private letters too. Ones he hid from (y/n) and more often than not didn’t even open or respond to them. They were from Lucille, asking when he’d come back to get back to their usual routine.. A routine he didn’t want to repeat again. A routine he wanted to save (y/n) from for he had fallen in love with her. A routine that was thus disturbing he couldn’t tell (y/n).

“Whose is that?” (y/n)’s soft voice rang through the quiet room and her head was tilted down a bit, her eyebrows were shot up a little bit with curiosity.

Thomas had been reading a letter from Lucille for the first time in a while again and it was safe to say his sister became annoyed with the delay of the plans. Her handwriting wasn’t as neat as before and her words were less careful must one open up a letter.

“Lucille..” he found himself ready to confess everything. Everything he had done wrong. Every single piece of his sins.

“Come sit down with me and take a look at this letter,” he placed the letter next to his leg and held his arms out for his wife. (y/n) took his hands and let him pull her into his lap while she picked up the letter. As she read it, he kissed the exposed flesh of her shoulder softly, eyes closed as if that would make the truth less painful.

I’m tired Thomas.

Tired of waiting. You better come home soon again. I’ve been waiting long enough for the two of you. The poison is even starting to loose it’s power gradually. We better let her sign the papers and then kill her instantly. I took care of her parents, they are dead.

You better hurry up too, Thomas, because you know I will not harm you in any way if I can help it. I love you too dearly for that, but my patience is growing thin.

I expect to see you in three days.

Love Lucille

(y/n)’s eyes widened as she read the letter. She figured already who Lucille meant by ‘her’. No doubt it was her.

“And you.. Want to kill me too?” she whispered sadly. For some reason her eyes couldn’t leave the paper and Thomas had to place his hand under her chin and turn her head to make her look at him. He shook his head with a determined look in his eyes.

“My love, why do you think we’ve been away this long? The day we were gone, Lucille killed your parents so you inherited the riches but I don’t want to go back to the same old dance,”

Thomas sighed and pressed his lips against hers for a few seconds, surprised to find her kissing him back.

“There is so much more to this story than you think. But for now, I want you to know.. I want to stay here in Paris. We can buy a nice house, any house you’d like. We can start a family again and.. If you’ll still have me.. maybe grow old together.”

He saw the hesitation in her eyes. He couldn’t blame her. After everything he had done, he wouldn’t dare to begin a future with him either if he were in her place.

“First explain to me what exactly is going on.” She whispered after a few beats of silence.

Thomas nodded slowly and tucked her head underneath his own so he wouldn’t have to look at her as he confessed every single sin.

He told her how they killed their own mother in the bathtub and how had started something new. A mistake he could punish himself for every day. They had a baby but something was wrong with that baby and it died soon after Lucille had given birth to it. Or died.. Lucille had it killed.

He told her how he used several woman to their advantage the same way that they had been planning to use (y/n). It was all for an invention and Allerdale Hall.

After he had told her every single piece of his past he found himself in tears. He felt incredibly guilty and while he didn’t dare to look at his loved one when she pulled her head from under his. She turned her body, straddling his lap that should’ve led to intercourse if it weren’t for the moment. Soft hands cupped his head and her beautiful voice called out his name as her thumbs wiped away his tears.

“It’s.. It’s not okay what you have done but I am proud of you. I am proud that you dared to confess it all to me and told me the truth. Thomas I love you. More than anything. I forgive you for what you have done. I do want to start a family with you here, in Paris. We’ll go looking for a house tomorrow.. How does that sound?” she suggested. Thomas looked her in the eyes. Scanning them for any sign of disgust but he could find none. In fact, they were filled with love and adoration. For him.

“Please stop crying,” she whispered and pulled his head against her chest, holding him closely, “It breaks my heart to see you this sad.”

He calmed down, focussing on how her hand raked through his hair, massaged his scalp gently. He focussed on her heartbeat and her steady breathing. It calmed him down.

When the tears had also stopped he looked up and kissed her passionately, turning them around so he was on top of her.

His hands were at her sides, holding her close and he pulled away a little,

“I love you (y/n).. Please let me make love to you.”

A nod was the response that gave him the consent he needed and soon her kissed her again. Lips hot against hers, tongues in a passionate battle. Only breaking away when they needed air. His lips though didn’t stop moving. They went down her neck, kissing gently, showing how much he loved her as his hips rolled against hers in need of friction.

All the layers of her skirt were pulled up to her midsection. His head was in between her thighs as he kissed her gently close to her most intimate flower. Blue eyes never leaving the sight of her face as it contorted into an expression of pleasure.

Once they both were warmed up enough, he lined up and gently penetrated her. Careful so he wouldn’t hurt her too much for it was her first time.

Through the whole night, they made love to one another.

The next day, their life begun for real by looking for a fitting place to settle down together and live their own lives. No Lucille – for her letters were thrown away as soon as they got one – and no more lies.. A new future.

[365daysofsasuhina]

[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Two Hundred Fifteen: Short ___ ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: A Light Amongst Shadows ] [ AO3 Link ]

For the longest time, she had no control over it. When she was young, much of her appearance was purely dictated by her father. For the few years, when her mother was given reign over her daughter’s outfits and hairstyles, Hinata was still too young to appreciate them anyway. But after Hanabi’s birth and Hanako’s death...everything concerning their mother was stripped away, too painful a reminder for Hiashi.

So, after a small time spent mourning and being too wrapped up in his own head, he ordered Hinata’s growing hair chopped to a hime cut. The same toned locks his wife had sported was just...too much to take whenever he looked at his eldest daughter. It was bad enough she had the same heart-shaped face and kind set to her eyes. So...the hair was the one thing he could control.

Short hair wasn’t too big a deal to Hinata at first. It made it all the quicker for her branch clan nanny to care for, it didn’t get in her face when running or training...it suited her just fine. So there was never any fuss whenever she was deemed ready for a new haircut. Instead, she wordlessly allowed it every time, seeing no reason to want otherwise.

Once she entered the Academy over a year after losing her mother, Hinata realized that many of the other girls had their hair longer than hers...even if not by much. At first...she was confused. Hiashi had told her that having long hair was a risk: an enemy could grab it, and hurt you! Why would anyone want to have their hair that length? And the older they got, the longer their hair grew, until those like Ino and Sakura had locks down to their back! And all the while, Hinata kept her hime cut, comforted knowing that it wouldn’t ever get in her way, or be a liability.

But then...she finally heard what all the fuss was about.

“Still growing your hair out, Forehead?” Ino asked as they met for the first day of their final year at the Academy. “Still think that just because Sasuke-kun likes long hair, he’ll notice you? He’ll be too distracted by the size of your brow to even see it!”

The rosette simply scowled. “As if Sasuke-kun could ever like someone with an attitude like yours! It stinks so bad, he’ll never get near enough to see all that hair you’ve been growing, Pig!”

“Why you -!”

From there, the conversation devolved into nothing but argument, and Hinata flinched away. Sasuke, of course, was the class heartthrob. Smart, handsome, and that silent, broody type. Apparently all of the girls found it interesting.

...and yet…

Hinata couldn’t understand it. They liked him for his quiet, cold nature...but didn’t they realize why he acted that way? He’d lost...everything. His family, his clan, his home...of course he was going to be hard to approach and distant! And they thought that was...cool, or something? How shallow…!

But at least now she knew why everyone was keeping their hair so long. All to impress a boy. Up until then, Hinata had given very little thought to her own appearance...at least, beyond keeping her outfits rather baggy. Her nanny had declared her an ‘early bloomer’...whatever that meant. But for propriety’s sake, she was encouraged to keep her wardrobe loose and covering. At that age, she really wasn’t sure why. But the notion of altering what one looked like for someone else was...strange. Hiashi had always been so strict about her appearance...was it really not normal?

The thought troubled her...but not enough, at that point, to try to change it.

Besides...she wasn’t one of the girls who chased after Sasuke. Not because she disliked him - she really didn’t have much of an opinion of him to begin with. But mostly...it was because she had her eyes on someone else. Someone who, unlike her, radiated confidence and energy. Uzumaki Naruto was a troublemaker, loudmouth, prank-pulling knucklehead. But Hinata couldn’t help but envy the way he seemed to carve his own path, not care what others thought, and simply did what he wanted to without doubt or hesitation.

So, while most of her class flocked after Sasuke...Hinata instead stared longingly after someone she knew would never notice her.

But after they graduated...things began to change for Hinata. Her team, though at first clumsy and uncoordinated, began to grow...and her along with them. She went from doubting her usefulness to her teammates to letting them bolster her, becoming determined to bloom into someone worthy of being noticed by her hero. For a few months, Hinata - slowly and surely - made progress in her goals.

...and then...Kurenai nominated them for the chūnin exams. The prospect had made her nervous, but her team was confident they would make it. And, until the third exam’s preliminaries, they did rather well for themselves.

But a roll of the dice pitted her against Neji: her branch clan cousin who hated her and her family for his father’s death, and his own sealed fate. Wanting still to progress, she refused to back down.

It almost killed her.

Then, while her heart was still recovering, Konoha was attacked by not just Oto, but Suna as well. Much of the village was left in ruins, many shinobi were killed...and the aftermath saw many of her classmates frustrated. Sasuke, many of his struggles unknown to her, fled the village. Naruto, after the failed retrieval, decided to leave with Jiraiya to train. Sakura and Ino took up apprenticeships under Tsunade.

...and Hinata realized something. She had to get stronger. Her weakness, up to that point, had cost her many things. But she had to do it on her terms. For herself. Not for Naruto, not for her father, not for anyone or anything but herself and her own determination.

So...she took up training under her cousin. And she began to let other things change. No longer did she cut her hair simply because it was expected of her. Instead, she retook the appearance that mirrored her mother so closely. It didn’t matter that Hiashi looked at her so painfully. She loved her mother, too. And she would honor her memory by relishing in how she inherited so many of her features.

By the time Naruto returned, it was nearly to her waist. Straight as an arrow, with a healthy shine. And with her taijutsu so improved, she no longer feared being taken by a grip to her locks.

An enemy would never get close enough to have the chance.

Even during the war, the lengths ran free and long. And after? Though part of her longed for a change...she refused to cut it again. Never would she go back to short hair. Even if it meant nothing to anyone else, having that heirloom of her mother brought her a kind of comfort.

And as the crossing paths of the Hyūga and Uchiha meant spending more and more time with Uchiha Sasuke, she realized...maybe his liking long hair wasn’t so bad.

Especially now, with the two of them having been going steady for several months. In the end, it wasn’t Ino’s beautiful tail of gold, or Sakura’s symbolic chopping of her hair during the exams that caught his eye. True, he saw the rest of her - the who, not the what - long before he paid her appearance any mind. But as it turns out...he really does like long hair.

...sort of.

He’s always finding excuses to run fingers through it, bury his nose in it, or even just idly play with the strands whenever they have quiet, still moments together.

“So...the Academy rumors were true?”

“Hm?”

“About you liking long hair.”

That earns a snort. “In all honesty? I didn’t have a preference. I have no idea where that came from.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“...huh…”

“But,” Sasuke then goes on, fingers threading through amethyst locks. “I do like yours.”

“...may I ask why?”

He goes quiet for a time. “...I think...it’s because it reminds me a bit of my mother’s.”

“...really…?”

“Yeah.”

After a pause, Hinata softens with a smile. “...that’s why I like it. It reminds me of my mother’s.”

“Guess we’ve got that in common. Just...please promise me you won’t ever cut it again.”

“What, you didn’t like my hime cut?”

“No, I just...like it better this way.”

“All right, all right...I promise. No more short hair.”

                                                          .oOo.

     I'm v tired so I'll be brief =w=      Just a lil drabble about Hinata's hair. While I adore her hime cut, I also like her with long hair...aaand I don't like her cut in next gen stuff. So my Hina keeps it long for Sasuke's sake x3      But uh...yeah! That's all for today~ Thanks for reading!

[afterjosephine-blog1]

victoria pedretti, she/her, cis female ✧*:･ﾟdid you see josephine “jo” walker the twenty-seven (104) year old ghost walking around halloweentown? they’re known as the romantic, makes sense since they tend be quite sentimental & mystical. they work as a florist & (failed) poet and spend a lot of time at halloweentown cemetery listening to what are you doing new year’s eve? by ella fitzgerald. they’ve always reminded me of new flowers on a decaying gravestone, a fallen chandelier in the middle of a mansion. wonder how they’re taking all the disruption in the town. ( may, 19, she/her, est )

triggers: death (she is a ghost), (mass?) murder, suicide

disclaimer: i’m bad at math and figuring out years and ages required a lot more math than i was ready for, so i’m hoping i get my timeline right ! pray for me !

born in 1915 (march 5, 1915 to be more exact - gotta get that chart), josephine’s family (the ‘nickname’ didn’t come in until later) came from generations of money earned and establishment garnered. also i have no clue what i just wrote i’m writing this first bullet last asdfhjl

when she was six, she had her first encounter with the dead or dying. she’d come across a baby bird who’d been pushed out of his nest too early and, unable to find the nest itself, decided she would pick it up and cradle it in her hands until it evidently passed on. it looked at peace. 

this is unnecessary information, but it’s good to note.

anyway, if you have the money, why not spend it? when josephine was seven, the walkers moved into a victorian mansion. the patriarch was fully under the belief that he would be the next nathaniel hawthorne –– he wasn’t worried about the family going broke while he forced them to let him focus on his writing, what considering all of the money they had at the time had been simple inheritance from generations of walkers.

(kind of important to note that the victorian era was actually... pretty recent? it ended in 1901 and this is all going down in 1922 so!)

within the mansion, they also has some much needed help –– it came with two butlers, two nannies, two maids, and two groundskeepers. they seldom had any use for the nannies.

there was definitely something off, though, and that ‘off’-ness just kept increasing over time. her mother claimed to hear things. she and her siblings claimed to see things. her father began retreating into himself... 

which is why they couldn’t move! he still had work to be done! a great novel doesn’t write itself in one year, silly! they couldn’t leave! he still needed advice!

i don’t want this intro to get super long so we’ll skip ahead about a year. suffice it to say that everyone was still on their bullshit. 

in 1925, when josephine and her twin brother were 10, her older sister was 12, and her older brother was 14, her dad full-on “heeeere’s JOHNNY”d them, then killed himself.

josephine and her twin brother (who’ll just be referred to as ‘her brother’ from this point forward) were the lone survivors of the walker family. as 10y/os, they both still fit in plenty of places that their father could never.

that being said, one of the maids had also made it unscathed. an agreement was made: they helped clean up the mess – she just couldn’t handle messes! – she would act as their guardian. josephine knew they were probably doing something wrong by cleaning it all up – cleaning up a whole-ass crime scene that included their family members – before any authorities arrived, but was she in too much shock to argue? maybe so.

after that, there were zero buyers. it was already expensive, but now there’d been a mass murder? who. 

considering the maid never left the grounds, this did put her out of work. they still had the walker inheritance to fall back on, something that had been unlocked to josephine and her brother five years later, but that was it.

we’re gonna skip ahead a little bit because this is getting long. all that’s happened of note between now and the next bullet: the maid literally never left the grounds. jo began getting called jo. she tried to go to college using some of the inheritance then dropped out. she trained to become a florist.

throughout the next many years of her life, jo began trying her hand at poetry. she ultimately failed at it, but... some people just really don’t know how to market themselves. even past attempting to truly become one, she continued writing in the hope that she might finally –– after over ten years –– make peace with the massacre.

by the time she was 25, she’d gotten married. by the time she was 25, she’d pushed everything to the back-burner. by the time she was 25, she hadn’t seen or thought of the maid in years. by the time she was 25, she was discussing starting a life with her new husband.

by the tail end of her life at 25, her brother had died.

because this is a wanted connection on the main, i’m going to leave the cause unclear.

just when she thought she’d gotten over everything, as emeril would say, ‘bam!’

her husband and friends tried to be of help, but it got to the ‘beyond’ point when she started seeing her brother

another note: on the wanted connection blurb, i made it utp whether he was ~haunting~ her or if she was just hallucinating, so we also gonna make that unclear!

two years, a divorce, and multiple burned bridges later –– jo thought she finally knew what had to be done to get it to stop. she had ‘rationalized’ it as best as she could. in a lot of lore, ghosts couldn’t move on to the next plane of existence until they’d made peace with something or other. maybe there was something integral about her?

so she greeted the maid who hadn’t aged a day in the past 27 years, then proceeded to hang herself.

 this would be kind of bittersweet tragic if it’d actually worked.

 instead, this bitch was suddenly just looking at her own body like “FUCK. I REALLY DID THAT FOR NOTHING.” and gained this sick scar that wrung around her neck like the noose had.

the maid was like “i mean ur never gonna have to worry about aging now tho so??”

as it turned out, they were just in the middle of plenty of families who’d gone mad and died in that house... as she had only figured out after she killed herself.

boy, was she mad!

all of this partial humor out of the way, for the next decades upon decades, she was at a loss. the maid said that, yes, she was physically capable of leaving, but why would she when it felt so magnetic anyway?

with this in mind... jo left. it took an extremely long time to understand how to turn visible, and then even longer to understand how to turn invisible again. apparently she didn’t need doors – like, that was new.

anyway. once she had gained an understanding of what she could and could not do (rest in peace, salt), she began just... doing everything she’d been doing while she was alive... over and over again...

every morning, she made bouquets that she wasn’t paid for. every afternoon, she visited the cemetery to lay them on the most derelict graves. every night, she went back to the mansion.

did she need to find a purpose in her ‘life’ in order to move on? was there something she needed to make peace with? or was she doomed to ‘live’ forever, doing the same things, feeling trapped by the same place?

and that, my friends, is where we leave off.

personality, we’re just going to use various tests/ideas: i knew she was a pisces, kae said she sounded like a scorpio moon – so pisces sun, scorpio moon, capricorn rising (i have a birth chart now) ; total and complete enneagram type 4 ; i honestly don’t use mbti that much anymore but probs infp ; i’m undecided between hufflepuff and gryffindor... then again, i never read the books i just know she isn’t a slytherin and ppl always forget about ravenclaw ; i think melancholic? possibly phlegmatic? j definitely not choleric or sanguine

my mind! it’s so powerful!

connection ideas:

twin brother wc is on the main !

her ex-husband... but make him some immortal or undead being that, therefore, would still be alive.

other writers she’s met through the years, be they in ‘recent’ years ( any time after 1942 adhsjfl ) or in what she’d consider to be ‘her’ years.

idk just. friends. some pretty loose stuff!

any type of connection can be w/ any gender btw!

i’m. not great at wcs, but i’ll keep them coming!

i’m also so open to brainstorming or checking yours out!

like this or hmu to plot !

*my discord is also @ john donne’s whore#5590 if you prefer discord! psa that it literally won’t let me use the mobile version tho which makes plotting there! harder!

[quiviktories]

               ( demigirl ) haven’t seen QUINN-VIKTORIA “QUIVI” NIKOLAYEVNA around in a while. the ADELINE RUDOLPH lookalike has been known to be (+) DILIGENT & (+) GENTLE, but SHE can also be (-) INTIMIDATING & (-) STONE-FACED. The 23 year old is a JUNIOR majoring in AMERICAN SIGN LANGUAGE. I believe they’re living in FIDELIS but I popped by earlier and no one answered the door. 

                         okie dokes y’all I’m rly sad my muse for Link n Eden just lightning mcdied but as an apology ( to myself ) I’m bringing perhaps my OLDEST OC to Lockwood !! ( I’ve had Cyrus for three years , Quivi’s existed for five. ) But she’s actually a more fantasy-oriented OC so it was fun modernizing her up for Lockwood !! So more abt my battle princess under the cut. // like to plot after reading the intro

              TWs: Violence, death, emotional abuse, mentions of mental illness ( ocd ), ptsd

BASICS / HISTORY

Most important facts abt Quivi are she’s 6′3, has a six-pack, and can drive. Also bi bc I can’t write straight OCs with my bisexual ass.

OKAY OKAY ALSO RLY IMPORTANT FACT : She’s selectively mute , so Quivi will either be communicating through written words or sign 90% of the time. There’s two reasons for this :

Quivi’s first language is not English ; if you can’t tell already , she’s Russian , and she’s still learning English. She’s more of a visual than auditory person so writing English is easier for her than speaking , and she’s honestly very insecure about it , so she chooses not to speak partially because of that. She learned sign very easily and is more comfortable with it than speaking.

The other reason . . . is bc of her past but I’ll b getting to that. 

So she was adopted. Quivi doesn’t know where her biological parents are from , but as a baby , she was taken in by a Russian businessman named Nikolay Andreyevich and . . . she had the same birthday as his biological child , Lukas. Exactly. Birthday was April 8th 1996 ( tech as of rn Quivi’s 22 but I just put 23 bc it’s easy ) , so even though Quivi and her brother weren’t blood , they were always referred to as twins.

Now their father was a bit of an asshole , to say the least. You know how sometimes parents often pit children against each other ?? Well , you might expect me to say he did that to the kids to try and see who could run the company.

He didn’t !!

No instead he decided which one was going to lead ahead of time and treated the other one like dirt 

So yeah Quivi was the one who was treated like dirt

This was because Lukas was going to be the heir, and Quivi was going to be his bodyguard. So Lukas was spoiled rotten and Quivi was trained extensively and given brutal criticism so she’d come out tough as nails and only focus on being the perfect soldier / bodyguard.

She was taught to keep her emotions inside , never to express herself , and to always be silent. And she’d be verbally berated and chastised if she failed to comply with either - she had to be a stealthy , emotionless machine. And . . . yeah. That’s the second reason for her selective mutism. 

So yeah , that was her life up until she turned eighteen. Because at that age, their father died, and now it was just her and Lukas.

And he treated her exactly like their father did. He was a spoiled brat and believed Quivi was there to simply act as his bodyguard. And yeah , she obeyed him. But Lukas didn’t have his heart set on being a businessman , no - he wanted to be famous. And he ended up climbing his way to become an Instagram influencer and even bought his way into getting a record deal so he could put out bad Youtuber music.

...Quivi hates his stuff. To this day

Quivi was eventually cast to the side to the point where her brother wouldn’t even acknowledge her as his bodyguard. He acted like she wasn’t even there. And Quivi hated the way he treated other people - when they turned twenty , he got a woman pregnant and never bothered to see her again. And Quivi ended up finding her and helping her take care of the child when she was born.

And that was around the point Quivi decided her brother was a fucking dickhead and stood up to him , cutting him out of her life. And she focused on making a life for herself , and used what she got of their father’s inheritance ( because their mother insisted both twins get something ) and paid to go to Lockwood. 

PERSONALITY / CHARACTER

Quivi is the epitome of someone who looks rly scary and intimidating but oh my god is she not. She’s very gentle , very polite - always uses formalities and puts others before herself. Holds the door for twelve people before going inside herself.

But also , she can fucking fight like there’s no tomorrow. She was trained for years , and she probably knows a few ways to kill a man. Was trained with a few weapons just in case , and definitely is a master of self-defense.

She has OCD and as well PTSD from her childhood. I will very rarely mention this in threads , but it’s important to note. ( I have both , as well. )

She never really had nice / fun things as a kid , so she has a lot of catching up to do. The little things make her so happy , like McFlurries , bad pop music , the cliche Shakespeare stories everyone reads , etc. 

But , again - she was never encouraged to show emotion. So she comes off as very neutral because of this reason - but trust me she feels a whole lot and when she does smile it’s a sight from Heaven.

She’s a sporty person !! She’s into fencing , but that sport’s not offered at Lockwood , so she’s also on the gymastics team. Even has a varsity jacket for it.

Also in Theatre ( the club ) !! Not as an actress , however. She’s on the set crew. But she wants to be an actress in it someday , or even do some sign translations for the audience.

Tatiana was a stranger to her. But the stranger you know everything and nothing about , because you hear about her all the time from everyone else. So yes , in a curious manner did Quivi pick her name - but you know that feeling you get when you wonder if you were the deciding vote in that shit ?? Quivi wonders that ( obviously , she wasn’t , but she gets that feeling every time someone brings up Tatiana and the Watershed )

God I love her she’s my gentle giant bby and again I’ve had her for . . . five years n tbh like Cyrus a good portion of her character was originally made to Vent my own stuff out so. She means a lot 2 me.

Hope y’all love her.

WANTED PLOTS / CONNECTIONS

sb in Theatre who wants to get Quivi onto the stage tbh that was the First thing I thought of 

sb who Quivi can teach Russian or ASL !! Also others who know ASL would b great bc that’s Quivi’s preferred method of communication

Someone who Quivi can trust with actually talking to ?? They’d have to be really close , though , because Quivi only speaks to the people that she trusts

A nerd who Quivi befriends and just. Listens to them talk about the stuff they’re interested in. Bc honestly learning and listening is what she likes to do - not like Ami who fuckin CAN’T STOP WON’T STOP with the studying but. Quivi’s literally been deprived of so much. She likes to learn what she doesn’t know.

Sb who sorta thinks Quivi is all SUPER FUCKIN SCARY AND PROBABLY A BITCH bc of the RBF but when they actually meet her,,, they think she’s so sweet

Lowkey a fuckboi or sb who could flirt w/ her n she just. Turns em down. Stone-faced. Might kick them and make ‘em fall or smth idk Quivi’s that person who tells u to go chop a guy’s dick off when he says one rude thing 2 u

Literally okay in my personal headworld / lores it’s a part of Quivi’s culture to settle things like minor disagreements with a duel to the death and it was a running gag on earth that Quivi would see ppl get in2 like. Twitter fights. N comment “challenge them to a duel to the death” n everyone else was like QUIVI NO

she’s... kinda like Diana. like, Wonder Woman Diana.

I call her Wonder Woman a lot

Bt this is Watershed so it’s very different from that!! Lowkey tho I’m proud of the world I created for her like I literally made a whole language + alphabet for her world 

[proheromidoriyashouto]

Quirkless Hero!Deku and Artist/Youtuber!Shouto AU expansion

Shouto was expelled from the Hero Course by Aizawa after the Sports Festival for his refusal to use all his might (neglecting half his quirk) when the chips are down. Shouto went to General Studies and after some serious introspection post-Hosu (he was dragged along by Ende*vore to do grunt work as punishment and happened to come across Tenya and an Idaten intern he didn't know facing off against Stain) began to find solace in art and writing classes and decided to take his life into his own hands.

Shouto started a gaming channel because Ochako- while introducing him to Super Smash Bros Ultimate- noted that he has a nice voice and he likes the story-telling capabilities of games, so why not? What does he have to lose? His striking appearance and slight fame will surely garner him a boost in viewership early on, and they do.

He initially has to run the channel from Tenya's home since Ende*vore would never allow it. He starts off playing multiplayer games because those are what his friends introduce him to so they can play together, but he inevitably shifts toward single-player games that devote quite a lot of time into compelling story campaigns and exploration. His first delves are into Horizon: Zero Dawn, God of War, the Fallout series, Portal 1 & 2, the Witcher series, and the Last of Us since these are the most prominent games at the time (remakes of games in 22XX tend to release in the same year and order the originals did to get the most playtime out of fans). He’s not good at it to start. He reads from a script and he’s stiff and uncomfortable in front of the camera. He thought he was desensitized to that given his time in the limelight thanks to his name but there’s something about talking to a small webcam that feels, well, silly, and... intense. Personal. It’s a serious detractor, and the comments he receives about it are almost enough to shut down the channel for good. His friends’ support gets him through though and he starts to develop a considerable following.

Before he realizes, he’s spending all his free time playing games with purpose, creating new videos on a nearly daily basis, brainstorming how to structure  theory and lore episodes, and worrying about how his uploads are perceived. He runs charity live streams, plays fan-picked hero games, scours every last hint of lore from side-quests, get those sweet sweet completionist Platinum trophies that only like 1% of players get for every game.

Ende*vore cuts him off from his money, and inheritance. Shouto tentatively starts support pages and is surprised by the number of people willing to shell out for him. He starts to really feel the burn-out as he struggles to create more video content for awards before Momo suggests making things. Real, physical things for awards that will give him a break for the grind, and that he can use to improve his art skills. He smacks himself when he realizes that he can also use art as a way of re-connecting with his mother.

Visits at the hospital become days spent drawing, painting, sculpting, and knitting. His mother shocks him in a display of lace-making and he feels a pang of grief when he learns that it was a tradition in her family that she hadn’t been able to pass down to him. She’d taught Fuyumi and Touya a bit but Ende*vore found out and put a stop to it, saying that his legacy was the only one they needed to concern themselves with. She was too afraid of the harm her husband would bring upon the children if she tried again with Natsuo and Shouto. After hearing that there’s nothing more Shouto wants to learn (lace-crafts are his awards for months, and then on occasion for years to come).

His channel, SpicyHeathenGaming, steadily grows over the years and once he graduates from U.A., he devotes himself entirely to running it. By the time he has the formal encounter with Deku, he has millions of subscribers and has become quite comfortable in the public persona he’d crafted (it’s easy to slip into given his natural penchant for straight-man-esque dry humor). He’s almost 25, successful in a precarious field, and... happy. Genuinely at peace. There are days when he misses the rush of a fight, the satisfaction of post-rescue, and on bad days, he thinks of all the people he never saved. He schedules an appointment with his therapist and moves on.

Deku is the one to note that the Day They Met wasn’t at the construction site as he thought, but during the battle of Stain vs Team Idaten Round 2 (and U.A. Students) as the media has labelled it. Shouto is shocked but not for long. The similarities to his then-Idaten costume are prevalent in Deku’s short white mask, midnight leg guards, and heavy black soles but the rest is substantially changed. He’s vaguely reminiscent of a teal/aqua All Might- especially with his cowl on- rather than the Ingenium line now.

He’d become infamous for becoming a hero “the old fashioned way“ through interning and shadowing directly with Pros for years, foregoing hero-high school altogether.

While none of the schools outright forbid quirkless students from applying, Deku had said in his debut press conference, despite passing Ketsubutsu, Shiketsu, and U.A.’s entrance exams, I was denied admittance. They all said something to the effect of ‘I had a “weak constitution”’, ‘my “supposed passion” had been deemed insufficient hot air,’ and ‘my “heroic spirit” wouldn’t be enough to match the rigor of a top-rated hero-course’s training.’ A good friend of mine, Tenya Iida, had been at the same U.A. entrance exam as myself and after learning about my struggles put in a word for me with his family. I didn’t ask for a handout, but when the legitimate options are not truly available to you, what choice even is there? I wasn’t going to turn down the one chance I had left. Team Idaten was good to me and I wouldn’t be the man I’ve become if not for them. In all honesty, Deku shrugged, an almost apologetic look on his face, almost. I was starting to fall into a pretty dark place. I might have become a villain.

Deku had faced ire from Pros, alumni and non-alumni from the schools alike for those remarks, and public opinion had been torn between disdain for slandering the institutions of hero education or support for him having become a hero despite all the odds against him- a true, old-school origin story. All Might had surprised many by showing Deku support, and many U.A.-borne Pros had followed in his example. Ketsubutsu and Shiketsu had not been nearly as kind, with few exceptions. Deku’s rivalries with Dynamic Blitz (one-sided feud in reality), Magnitude, Cloudburst, and Sideburn Tress were almost as well-known as All Might and Endeavor back when they were heroes.

Deku was a world-wide icon for the roughly 2 billion quirkless people in existence, only one of a hand-full of quirkless Pros throughout the world since the dawn of quirks, and the first ever in Japan’s history. He was leagues above Shouto. Shouldn’t have paid him any more mind than any other civilian he’d saved. If not for Shouto’s disastrous inability to handle situations like anything resembling a normal person. He’d seen a strong, handsome, trend-setting, status-quo defying, internationally known hero up close in person, who not only recognized him for his channel but his private art blog and shop, reaching toward his evidently panicking self and had activated his right side as though it was the neglected half, and frozen their hands together.

He’d made a fucking fool of himself... but still... wound up with a number in his pocket and a wink emoji. He never got such lascivious flirting sent his way. Curses, that wink emoji. Not with his scar and eye-straining coloration and lack of proper skin and hair care. No way. What if Deku winked at him in real life? In public? Scandalous. What was he going to do?

Fuyumi. Tenya, help me.

Um, sure?

With what?

...kill me.

-Shou-!

W-why would you-!!

Please, just, vaporize me right now, I’m staring at the moon just take me by surprise, I’m begging you. Actually call Aoyama I have money.

Little brother! What’s brought this on?

That’s not an explanation! If you need help-

I... I have a date.

(Shouto is verrrr out of practice with his powers and dating and is a complete disaster gay. Izuku’s kinda suave and you can thank Tensei’s Big Brother Influence for that. Izuku saved Eri and Kouta okay I promise I have an explanation. All Might was a dick and never found Izuku to apologize. Izuku’s kinda bitter about it but he’s living his best life so :///////. OFA? Never met her. Mirio would be OFA’s 9th in this AU after losing Permeation. Will expand into a proper fic and post to AO3 when its done- I already have too many AUs at once going on.

Population estimates put humans stabilizing at about 11 billion in the 2200s - BNHA was already in modern day when quirks came and its been 200 years since then as per canon- and 20% of the population is slightly more than 2 billion. 2 billion quirkless people.

Dynamic Blitz is that motherfucker. You know who Magnitude and Cloudburst are~. Three guess as to Sideburn Tress’ identity. He wasn’t outwardly hostile but something about him set off red-flags for me. Also strikes me as having a lot of school pride.)

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Ignis Info

Full name: Ignis Crane

Species: Human

Age: 19 ( verse dependant )

Sexuality: Heterosexual

FC(s): Tsugumi Hazawa ( Bandori ) || Makoto Nijima ( Persona 5 ) || Shailene Woodley

Bio: Ignis is the only child of the Crane family, a powerful and rich family from Germany. Their business? It used to be dedicated to selling to the public nothing but the most quality art products at an accessible price, while also participating in charities. That has changed, however, with the death of the previous head, Marcus Crane. It was a tragedy, all happening during a car accident – it was considered a miracle that his daughter, Ignis, survived with little to no injuries outside of a few broken bones.

The death of her father caused much pain to the little girl – she was six at the time, and the two of them were very close: he introduced her to the world of art, the basics of drawings and painting, that there are no limits to the imagination. Once he was out of the picture, however, not only did Elizabeth take over the company, changing the angle from art to calculators and office materials (and stopping the charities altogether) but also had complete control over her daughter’s agency and will for almost a decade. Strick classes, no light in her life, forced to become a perfect woman who knew multiple languages and how to behave like a proper upper-class lady. The few times Ignis defied her mother at first, the punishments could be either several slaps in the face of being locked in her bedroom for hours.

Ignis was scarred for life, being physically and mentally abused and without any way of contacting the outside world. But everyone has their limits – she reached her at the age of fourteen. She wanted a life, a normal life, to feel the sun, go to school like most teenagers, to simply… live. It took more than a couple of months, but her plan worked. With nothing but a small bag pack, her most important belongings, and cutting any way her mother could use to track her – so, no mobile phone, no credit cards, no electronic devices – and left the manor in the depths of the night, took the first train available to France, and left Germany during a cold winter’s night.

It’s not like she travelled to another country without a plan in mind. She knew exactly why to go to France and not anywhere else. That country is where the only living relative who actually cares about her lives: Marianne Crane, her grandmother and father’s mother. The woman, currently in her late 60’s, was surprised to see her only granddaughter, now fully a teen, at her door’s house so early in the morning. But it didn’t take too long for the woman to catch up to what happened – after all, she disliked Elizabeth Woodford from day one, never liked the idea of her son marrying her, and learning what she did to Ignis only increased her hate for the woman. They began a new life together, depending on one another, helping each other… Marianne did everything she could to help Ignis get enrolled into a decent High School. It started slowly, cutting ties with the past – such as cutting Ignis’ long hair to have it barely above her shoulders – and having new additions to the family, such as a Dalmatian whom Ignis named Shady.

Due to the lack of communication with other people – either because she didn’t see that many people or wasn’t allowed to talk period – Ignis has a hard time opening up to others. Not to mention she avoids talking too in-depth about her family outside of her grandmother and her father; to avoid the bad memories, of course, but also to prevent from being recognised as the daughter of a rich family. Despite the awkwardness at first, it doesn’t change the fact that she’s a sweet girl who will offer a hand to others if necessary. Another downside to not be used to social interactions is being quite slow in the romantic department, not catching up to flirting or the like as fast as most people.

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V001: Timid Artist

Default main verse. All the information necessary is at her bio page; this is also her default “College Verse”, in which she’s studying to get a degree in arts. Aside from getting paid by walking the dogs of the neighbourhood, Ignis accepts commissions online and gets paid via Patreon. She would like to teach young kids how to draw, or just be a Kindergarten teacher in some shape.

V002: Sanctuary Underneath the School

Amour Sucre verse. After moving with her grandmother, Ignis never thought she would end up assisting to a school like this. Very pink and bright, even the same sounds like out of a romantic comedy. But she does her best to live her daily life as normal as possible, being careful to not get recognized by who her mother is by accident. She usually spends time in the basement where she paints the walls… very illegal, but is where she goes to find peace and leave behind expectations and mean girls.

NOTE: Age is 16 - 17 in this verse within the context of the original Amour Sucre. If it goes into the realm of MCLUL, then her main age is 19 and she’s ( in most versions of this AU ) married to Castiel Heinsworth / @kindcstguardian

V003: Hiding in Plain Sight

Alternate main verse. Ignis underestimated the persistence and resources her mother has at her disposal being a millionaire and all. She and her grandmother had to react quickly, moving to a country which they were sure her mother wouldn’t suspect of them living there. Marianne, luckily, made the process easier than it could’ve been thanks to some old friends from said country, but is still a sad departure.

V004: A Stranger in the Chat

Mystic Messanger verse. It all started with a mysterious cell phone. Ignis had only picked it up to return it to its owner if given the chance. One thing led to another and curiosity killed the cat – it’s still strange how all of this was happening not too long after moving to Korea with her grandmother. And now, the artist was stuck in a mysterious apartment with nothing but her backpack, her cell phone, and a private app to RFA’s chat log.

V005: Royalty from Beelzenia [Private w/kindcstguardian]

Madness of Duke Venomania verse. The Crane aristocrats, like any other citizen from the Beelzenian Empire, share the same physical features. Brown and red hair or eyes. Ignis inherited the red eyes from her father, who inherited them from his mother way back when -- the bright brown hair, on the other hand, came from her mother.

The happy family didn’t last for long, as her father tragically passed away. The reason? Poison. Someone had poisoned the aristocrat kind man, leaving his wife and daughter alone in the world. This is when the lady began to show her true colours -- Ignis saw just how cruel and despicable she could be. Elizabeth spent the majority of the following 12 years shaping Ignis into the perfect, passive little wife, all while searching for a suitor for her.

Soon enough, much quicker than Ignis would’ve anticipated, she was engaged to Sateriaris Venomania.

V006: Speechless Lady

Royalty verse. Ever since her father’s death, Ignis has been living under an iron grim. Always occupied, always with etiquette lessons on how to be a proper Lady of society. She knew what her mother was trying to do. It was so obvious to her and the staff of the mansion. Ignis Crane was to be made into the perfect bride to be, so the search for a husband would be easier on her end and Elizabeth Crane could arrange a marriage for Ignis. All for the sake of money, titles and recognition.

She couldn’t say no, she couldn’t say anything ever. Ignis was nothing but a puppet for her mother, to be toyed and played with until she was perfect.

V007: Witness my Resolve

Persona 5 or Sweet Persona verse. Despite doing the impossible, Ignis didn’t feel like she had accomplished much. Sure, being with her grandmother and as far away from her old life as possible, down to the point of moving to Japan, was leagues better than the life of abuse she endured for so long. And yet, nothing about her had changed -- Ignis was still a pretty reserved girl who had trouble interacting with others and opening up ( not to mention the language barrier as a new obstacle ).

Things didn’t get better once she began attending Shujin Academy. All alone and timid, not many people tried to talk to her, and those who did struggle with their broken English or her broken Japanese. The gym coach, Mr Kamoshida, didn’t make things better for her. He kept pushing her forward under the excuse of “It will help you open up!” but it only made her more anxious, not to mention the guy itself freaked out, even if Ignis never knew why for half a year.

Imagine her surprise, the following months, when the pieces began to fall into place. It all happened one day after class, all Ignis wanted to do was return to Sakamoto Ryuji his school book that he had forgotten at the end of the class, but instead of simply returning it to him and leaving, she ended up on a reality much like her own but very different at the same time.

That’s when she saw them. The two boys and one girl, one being Sakamoto, all dressed up in leather, black or red, and wearing masks, with them was a strange-looking cat ( and it talked! ), and in front of them was Kamoshida... a Kamoshida that resembled her worst nightmares, one that made her feel scared for the first time since she ran away. The strange creatures immediately captured her, bringing her up to Kamoshida, who only laughed at her suffering. And all Ignis could think of was... Why? Why was this happening? Why couldn’t she do anything to escape? But, is running away the best option?

Then, she heard a voice. ‘My, my, you have finally awoken, my child,’ and her head spin and hurt like hell. ‘Running away can only get you so far. Is this how you really want to live your life? Afraid like a mouse, constantly running? Deep down, you know you don’t want this,’ her body juggled in all directions while still feeling the firm grip of the monsters, she was trying to escape. ‘I am Thou, Thou art I. Let me grant you the means to push forward and not turn back in fear.’

Ignis felt a rush of adrenaline in her veins, enough to set herself free while feeling something take form in her face. A mask, a Venetian mask, and she knew what to do next. When she ripped it off her face, it felt like being born again. Her clothes changed to go with the others, her right hand now held a long silver trident and behind her stood her Persona, Jean D’Arc.

CODENAME: DA VINCI || PERSONA: JEAN D’ARC || ARCANA: LOVERS

Note: Since this verse will be used for the Sweet Persona AU as well ( a MCL AU heavily inspired by P5 ), her awakening takes place inside a different palace. Also, her age in this verse isn’t 19 but 16.

V008: Beginning Anew

Fire Emblem Three Houses verse. To be written in more detail later but here are some important tidbits:

Ignis is the only child of the Cranes, which is a respected noble family from the Empire. 

Her father died when she was young and, not too long after, her mother took control over her life, forcing her to be the perfect child.

It was unknown for 10 years but Ignis bears a Minor Crest, even though nobody can tell which crest it is. (That crest is one of the ones lost to history, the Crest of Noa)

This way of living was too much for her. At the age of fourteen, she fleed the place that used to be her home, nowadays known as the House Woodford, and left the Empire. 

She went to live with her grandmother, who is currently living in the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus.

The girl has an affinity for magic; with the help of her grandmother, she enrolled in the Royal School of Sorcery in Fhirdiad. Her top marks and dedication guaranteed her a letter of recommendation to, later on, enroll in the Officers Academy as a student of the Blue Lions.

She’s 16 pre-timeskip and 20 post-timeskip.

She specializes in magic and sucks with most weapons except the bow. Her class is probably the Warlock.

V009: Obey me

Obey me verse. How did this happen? How did this come to be? One second, Ignis was on her way home from class, already thinking about what to cook for dinner and to also do some quick grocery shopping for the dogs, and then the next... She, well, si not even in the same familiar streets or in the same familiar town anymore. It took more than a couple of hours for her to catch up on what’s going on and even then this all feels like a strange dream. The Royal Academy o Diavolo?? She’s a transfer student from the human side?? There are demons in this realm?? At least half of them are named after the demons linked to the seven deadly sins? Oh boy, this is going to be wild.

V010: Overwatch

Overwatch verse. Tired of being forced to be basically a living doll --- never talking back, never acting out of line, always looing, acting and being perfect, always being AFRAID --- for her entire life after her father’s death, Ignis Crane decided to take matters into her own hands. It took at least a year to plan out and do it on her own so she wouldn’t be discovered, plus the many trial and errors she run across when building her own machinery, but once she was ready, the heist began.

Ignis cut her long, beautiful brown hair, leaving it as short as a boy’s haircut; her perfectly tidy and clean dresses were replaced by a worn-out hoodie, shirt, jeans and running shoes, all covered in dirty, paint or both; the hood of said hoodie covered her head, while a grey scarf covered her face just below the nose and a pair of goggles rested on the upper side of her face.

At first glance, Ignis looked like a street-rat graffiti artist ready to vandalize any wall no matter what. Well, good, the disguise worked. Sure, she carried around lots of spray paint cans but not all of them worked as intended, not to mention the flamethrower she had on her back alongside her backpack with money, some food and replacement parts. The spray paint cans had paint in them, yes, but at least half of them were modified to work as bombs -- her way to stop the police or omnic ( or anyone, really ) chasing after her by leaving them in a sticky situation against the ground or wall. She also carried lots and lots of bedbugs to leave on the ground. The flamethrower, which she found by chance some years ago, was cleaned and refilled with fuel ( which her bag had more spares in case it runs out ). Ignis does have one more ace under her sleeve, a bomb, but didn’t have time to make a lot of those and still inexperienced in that area, so those little guys are reserved for special circumstances.

Her main goal, at first, was to not only become a runaway but to also expose her step-mother for the vile that she is. Her first heist was to her mother’s money vault, after all, and Ignis took as much money as she could before leaving, but not without leaving a message with her spray paint: Elizabeth Woodford is a Talon associate, she’s an enemy of society --- Phoenix. A few days later, after she began appearing on the news as a fugitive and criminal, Ignis felt so much satisfaction for ruining with her mother’s perfect image that she thought of continuing on with this, to mess with as many asshole rich people as possible and steal ( some of ) their money for those who need it.

V011: Kamiaso

Kamigami no Asobi verse. In order for his plan to proceed without any inconveniences, Zeus decided to bring not one but two humans to the Garden, to act as teachers and guides to the gods. Kusanagi Yui was his first choice from the beginning, but picking another worthy human was a tough choice. In the end, after searching and searching, inspecting different countries and such, he found his second candidate.

Ignis Crane, after returning home from her college classes, was planning to rest for a bit before doing her homework and other house chores. However, just as she was about to lay down on the sofa, a powerful light engulfed her whole, blinding her. The last thing she heard was Shady’s barks as the scenery around her changed. -- she was no longer at her house in Paris, France, but in a world unlike any other, and soon to be tasked to get along and live with literal all-mighty Gods.

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CONNECTIONS

Castiel Heinsworth :: [ Bae ]

:: Ignis ♥ At last I see the light [ Castiel ( kindcstguardian ) ] ::

Zen || Hyun Ryu :: [ Bae ]

:: Ignis ♥ Foolishly in love [ Zen ( kindcstguardian ) ] ::

Karamatsu Matsuno :: [ Bae ]

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Arthur Kirkland :: [ Bae ]

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Daria Novak :: [ Bae ]

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Kentin Bronsworth :: [ Martu ]

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Your Name Remains The Same [3]

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Pairing : Park Chanyeol/ [Fem] Reader

Genre : Angst, future fluff, maybe smut, some violence, Mafia!AU

Words : 1.9k

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6. Pt 7. Pt 8. Pt 9. Pt 10. Pt 11. Pt 12. Pt 13. Pt 14. Pt 15.

“You let them escape!” The one in charge of the federal agents yelled at me, storming into the room.

“I let them escape? I did my part of the job, it was your job to keep the other eight occupied while I detained their leader, agent,” I spat out, turning around to face her, “If anyone let them escape it was you.”

“You insolent little bitch. You think you can talk to me like that? Just wait until-”

“That’s enough!” The sergeant yelled out, cutting her off, “I didn’t ask for your help just so you could berate one of my detectives, agent.”

“You gave up all jurisdiction the moment you called us, I have the right to call out a detective that let our person of interest go.”

“Not when the blame was yours to begin with.” The sergeant spoke, his tone low.

She scoffed, turning to walk out the door before she turned back one last time, “You must be glad your baby daddy is still a free man, let’s hope your son doesn't turn out like him. You know the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree.”

With that she walked out, the rest of her team followed her out. I ground my teeth together, my hands forming into fists to keep myself from marching after her and introducing her to my fists. The other detectives shifted in their place, knowing that the subject of my son and his father was a delicate one.

“Why did you call them? We could’ve handled this ourselves.”

“She has a point, Y/N.”

“What?” I asked, dumbfounded that he would agree with her.

“You have a past with them Y/N...there can still be some lingering feelings there.” He said with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“With all due respect sir, that’s complete bullshit and you know it. I had a gun aimed at me while I only had a measly knife. I wasn't about to stupidly risk my life in a fight I knew I was going to lose.” I explained, beyond the point of just simple anger, I was livid.

The sergeant and other detectives simply stayed quiet, knowing that the accusation was biased and flat out outrageous. I stood up, grabbing my jacket, “If you doubted me why did you let me take the lead on this case? I was put in that position because of your orders. I let myself be kidnapped and basically risked my life so you could belittle my efforts?”

I walked closer to him, taking my gun out of the holster and putting it on the table in front of him along with my badge, “If you’re just going to doubt me every step of the way then I’d rather stay out of it entirely. Now if you’ll excuse me I have paid vacation days I have saved up and I’m planning on using them...immediately.”

With that I walked out of the room, stopping by my office to pick up my son who was just dropped off by another officer who had been looking after him in a safe house. As soon as I opened the door and Jihyun saw me he jumped out of his seat and came running towards me. Seeing my son’s face made all the anger in me dissipate, a smile on my face as I knelt down in front of him and hugged him tightly. I may have hugged him too tight, Jihyun squirming in my grasp after awhile.

“I did exactly what you told me, mommy. I was a good boy for the nice officer.” He exclaimed with a huge smile on his face.

It was time like this where I saw traces of Chanyeol in him, at least the one I used to know. Jihyun inherited his father’s smile, his eyes, his ears, basically everything. Jihyun was Chanyeol’s clone, making this whole process a little harder for me to do. I knew at some point I’d have to tell Jihyun who his father was, the story I’d tell him would be of the Chanyeol I knew five years ago, the Chanyeol I fell in love with, not the criminal he is now.

I smiled, “I knew you were, now say goodbye to the nice police officer so we can go home and have a movie night. What do you think, we can even stop by and get you some ice cream, how does that sound, buddy?”

He nodded enthusiastically, waving to the officer that had taken care of him before grabbing onto my hand and basically dragged me out of the station. I laughed at the energy he still seemed to have even though it was almost ten p.m. Normally I would enforce his bed time if he was still up at this time but I kind of wanted to make up for everything that happened over the past two days. I had sent him to that safe house yesterday, the day before this whole fiasco started and I had left him with the promise of making his favorite food before Chanyeol had his men grab me. It seems like it was so long ago but in reality it was only five hours ago, the whole thing going down quicker than I had imagined.

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“You sure you can carry all that, Hyun?” I asked him, seeing him grab the giant tub of ice cream and the various candies I bought.

He nodded, taking careful step towards the front door, stopping as he noticed a shadow in the corner of our porch. I didn’t take notice until I got closer, immediately dropping my bags and running up to Jihyun. I grabbed his arm, moving him to stand behind me as I shielded him from whoever was hiding in the shadows. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who it was, the events from earlier playing out in my mind, his face the first I thought of. And low and behold it was him, Chanyeol stepping out of the shadows, a smirk on his face.

“You have a lot of nerve showing up in front of me.”

He simply chuckled at that, taking a step of the porch. I put a hand out in front of me, stopping him from coming any closer, “Take one more step and I won’t hesitate to kill you where you stand.”

“I don’t think you will actually...at least not with little Jihyun watching.” Chanyeol said with a cocky grin.

He took a step forward, his eyes on Jihyun the whole time. I took one step back, a hand on Jihyun to make sure he was following. At seeing me take a step back Chanyeol frowned, his eyes now moving up to look at me. For a moment there I thought I saw a flash of hurt cross his eyes before he quickly masked it. He put on that same smirk, taking another step towards us, subsequently making me take one back.

“He’s my son too, Y/N. Don’t you think I have the right to at least meet him.”

“No. He is my  son. You have absolutely no right to even lay your eyes on him. As far as he knows he has no father.” I said, trying to keep my voice low enough so Jihyun wouldn’t hear me but at the same time be loud enough for Chanyeol to catch every word I said.

“You really think I’m about to let you into his life, after knowing what you do? Not a chance. I don’t want my son to know all the disgusting things his so called father has done.” I said through gritted teeth, “As far as I’m concerned you’re more of a sperm donor than anything else.”

“I am his father. Whether you like it or not and I have every right-”

“No, you don’t!” I yelled, cutting him off.

I heard a small whimper coming from behind me, now realizing that Jihyun was crying this whole time. Forgetting about Chanyeol I immediately knelt down in front of Jihyun, wiping his tears away.

“W-why are you fighting? I d-don't like it w-when you yell, mommy.” Jihyun said through his sobs, making my heart wrench at the tears falling down his face.

“No--no Hyun we’re not fighting, right?” I turned back to Chanyeol, my eyes sharp as I urged him to say the right thing.

“Huh...oh! Yeah, yeah we weren’t fighting, your mother just got a little too excited is all. No need to cry little man.” Chanyeol said softly, a small smile on his face.

With that I turned back to Jihyun, relieved to see that he stopped crying. Pulling the sleeve of my sweater over my hand I wiped at the tear streaks on his cheeks. Making sure to keep him as far away from Chanyeol as possible I walked him to the front door, letting him inside and assuring him that I’d be there soon before closing the door.

With irritation filling up my body I turned back to Chanyeol, marching up to him and grabbing him by the collar, dragging him away from the door. My grip on his collar didn’t loosen as I pushed him up against my car, “You show up again, in front of my house, in front of my child I will not think twice about arresting you. If you manage to weasel your way out of it again you better fucking pray that I don’t see you anywhere around me or my son because that’ll be the last time you see the light of day.”

I pushed him away roughly, hearing his back hit the metal of my car just as roughly, “This is my last warning Chanyeol. Don’t ever come back here again.”

With that I turned my back on him, ready to just spend the rest of the night with my son. I didn’t get very far, Chanyeol grabbing onto my forearm to stop me. I turned around to face him again, yanking my arm out of his grasp only to have him grab my wrist instead.

“Why are you being so selfish? I’m doing all of this to give you and Jihyun a better life.”

“What?”

“Five years ago I found out you were pregnant, the pregnancy test not as well hidden as you thought. That’s when I decide to leave and come back once I could provide the both of you with the lives you deserved, wanting money to never be a problem.” He explained, his other hand now grabbing onto my other arm.

I stared up at him in shock, my brain not knowing how to respond to this. He knew...this whole time, he knew and not once did he think about coming back until now. He must’ve known how much I suffered all these years without him, how much I had to sacrifice to make sure my child had everything he needed yet he just...didn’t care. He stayed away and went on to become the criminal he is today. With my jaw clenched I brought my hands up and pushed him away from me, taking a step back as well. I felt the tears well up in my eyes but I refused to let them fall.

“This whole time...you knew and instead of trying to find us and try to make yourself apart of your lives you were out there...hurting and killing people? Chanyeol are you even hearing yourself?” I paused, wiping away a stray tear, “This is the last time I repeat myself to you...don’t ever come near me or my child again do you understand me?”

I didn’t wait for him to say anything else as I turned my back on him, closing the door behind me once I was inside my home. With a heavy sigh I leaned my back against the door, regaining my composure before heading towards Jihyun.