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I always headcanon that Mike and Charlie are around the same age when she died, and I like to imagine that they're bestfriends.
( Tragic doomed friendship )
#fnaf#fnaf fanart#five nights at freddys#five nights at freddy's fanart#five nights at freddy's#michael afton#charolette emily#me when#there's a doomed relationship#i also like to imagine that Mike had a one sided crush on Charlie#but Charlie see him more as a brother/cousin#they have such a cool friendship potential#and they both still kept they're bracelet#Mike made them
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Tommy Shelby- I’m Not Doing That Again
“Every woman has one” Polly argues while flitting around YN and Tommys shared bedroom getting everything ready for when YN go into labour
“I had one with Charlie, I’m not doing that again. If I shit then so be it” YN cross her arms stubbornly over her large stomach “tell her Ada”
“I’m not involved in this conversation” Ada holds her hands up shaking her head. YN looks over to Esme who’s smiling
“Polly I don’t want an enema”
“Love it stops infection”
“It’s embarrassing that’s what it is, having your husbands aunt shave you then stick a tube in your arse to make you shit. I’d rather just shit the bed while pushing. Ada didn’t have one with Karl”
“He didn’t leave us with much choice” Polly mutters “right I’ll be back later with supper. Please try and relax”
“See you later” Ada gives her sister in law a weak smile before leaving. Esme walks over to her with a mischievous look
“Where has she put the enema kit?”
“Over there” YN frowns pointing towards the box on top of the dresser “why?”
“Well it would be a shame if it went missing wouldn’t it?”
“She will know it was one of us. Thanks though”
“Not if the kids run wild in the house” Esme winks at YN and then takes the enema kit with her.
“I’M GONNA CHOP HIS DICK OFF AFTER THIS!” Tommy hears his wife scream while she’s upstairs in their room giving birth
“Thats what you said last time now where’s the enema kit? I put it up here” Polly stands with her hands on her hips looking at the dresser. She then turns to YN lying on the bed with Esme holding her hand “YN where have you hidden it?”
“I haven’t” not a lie, but YN knows where Esme has hidden the tube
“Well I suppose we will have to do this the old fashioned way, we just need to find….”
“No please Polly, i don’t want one, please I’m begging you”
“Pol look she’s gonna want to start pushing soon, let’s just leave it”
“Fine” YN finally relaxes looking over at Esme.
Downstairs Tommy paces the living room with a whiskey in hand. Arthur, John, Finn and Micheal all sit with their own drinks on the large sofa. All that can be heard is the shouting of profanities and cursing Tommys name
“Bloody hell, she’s a true Shelby’s ain’t she Tom” Arthur chuckles
“Where’s Charlie?” Finn asks
“YN’s mums” Tommy replies still pacing around, then stops when he hears feet running down the stairs. Ada runs past her brothers and cousin and goes straight into the kitchen to get some more warm water
“Are they here yet?” Micheal asks
“D’you think I’d been here running around if they were”
“THOMAS FUCKING SHELBY YOU BETTER RUN ONCE THIS CHILDS OUT OF ME” YN Shelby, the only person Tommy is afraid off. This makes the Shelby’s all chuckle, but Tommys pacing continues
“Will you sit the fuck down? You know YN will kill ya if you wear out her carpet” John says before drinking the rest of his drink. Tommy finally sits down on the sofa as Ada makes her way back upstairs with the water.
After hours of pacing and drinking, the screams go quiet, that is until the cries of a baby can be heard. Tommy lifts his head up as John slaps him on the shoulder
“Congratulations brother”
“Tommy” Polly says walking down the stairs “come meet your daughter” in an instant Tommy is up and making his was to his and YN’s bedroom.
Walking in he sees Esme and Ada tidying up and putting some sheets in a bucket. His wife sat up in bed with a baby in her arms suckling on her breast
“No more Tommy. I’m not doing that again”
“Whatever you want, as long as you and our kids are happy I don’t care if we don’t have anymore” Tommy walks over and places a kiss on his wife’s head.
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Long Lost Morningstar - Part Four
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Pairing(s): Seven Virtues' x reader (platonic), Charlie x reader (platonic), Lucifer x reader (platonic), Lilith x reader (platonic)
Genre: Angst/Betrayal
Warning(s): Cursing, lies, betrayal
Notes: FINALLY! I'm sorry this took me forever to post. I was, and still am, dealing with some school stuff. Truthfully it was a little rough trying to get this one out - along with school and work, I am losing motivation to write this. It could be that I burnt myself on Hazbin after reading so many fanfics for days on end until I eventually got tired. I'm still going to be writing this either way, I'd feel bad to suddenly stop out of nowhere. Funny thing is I'll probably feel motivated again once the second season airs. Oh, well. I'll post part five when I can and am able, so please bare with me and hopefully enjoy this long part for the time being. Thank you for your support - I'm really writing this for the ones reading this series and am grateful for your patience.
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"I-Is that. . . my name? W-Why would my name be in Lucifer's court record?".
After learning about the exterminations (Y/N) wasted no time flying to the archangels' castle - her home.
She needed to know if they knew about the exterminations, and if so. . .
No, there's no way.
The Virtues' duty were to help remain peace and order - there's no way they'd be okay with the murdering of sinners.
Still, the fear and pain she felt for Charlie and Sera's betrayal made her impulsive.
So much so, that she flew past the archangels' secretary and burst through the doors of the meeting room where they were discussing important matters.
The archangel's were shocked to see (Y/N), who had just interrupted their meeting, looking completely disheveled and breathing heavily.
This behavior would normally be unacceptable, and if it were any other seraphim or angel they would be scolded and punished depending on severity of the offense.
But this was their little (Y/N), whose never interrupted their meetings without reason (or when she was a curious infant who somehow wandered in).
Michael stood up from his seat and flew over to his distressed daughter, "(Y/n). What's the matter?".
(Y/n) struggled to catch her breath, her mind and heart racing.
Michael placed his hands on her shoulders, "Deep breathes, sweetheart. Try to calm down". He gently cooed at her trying to help her find her breath and calm her nerves.
When (Y/N) had finally caught her breath she looked up at her father staring right into his eyes, "Did you know?".
Michael furrowed his brows confused, "Know what, sweetheart?".
(Y/N) took a deep breath before looking at him with sorrowful eyes, "About the exterminations."
Michael and the other archangels' were even more confused than before, "What exterminations?".
"The exterminations of the human souls in Hell."
The archangels' eyes widened in shock and disbelief. Michael looked down at his daughter with slight sternness, "What do you mean?".
(Y/N) went on to tell them all about what had happened at the trial from Charlie's hotel, Angel Dust, Sera's betrayal, to Adam's threat towards her cousin.
To say the archangels' were pissed would be a gross understatement.
How dare Sera and Adam play God and order such an atrocity right under their noses - and for it to be going on this long!
They were embarrassed to have been so ignorant.
Michael felt very uneasy about (Y/N)'s interaction with the Princess of Hell.
Yes, he had been aware his brother had birthed a child in Hell and hadn't seen an issue of (Y/n) of knowing as he was confident the two would never meet.
Well, that back fired horribly.
He couldn't discuss that with (Y/N) right now because, other than letting curiosity get the better of her once again, she hadn't done anything wrong.
She was clearly out of sorts with worry. She didn't need anything else but reassurance and comfort.
"Thank you for telling us. Don't worry, we'll be sure to handle this," Michael said trying to comfort his daughter.
"B-But, Charlie," (Y/N)'s breathing spiked, "A-Adam threatened t-to, to!". Tears flowed down to her red cheeks, her eyes red and puffy.
Michael gently shushed her wiping her tears, "Calm down, sweetie. We'll handle everything, especially Adam. Just go to your room and try to relax. I'll tell the staff to get you some tea."
(Y/N) shook her head, "B-But I need to help Charlie. I-I need to do something -,"
"No." Michael's tone was stern but gentle. "This is for the higher ranking angels to handle and you're too emotional right now to think clearly. Let us take care of this."
"Listen to your father, (N/N)." Azrael said his grin more menacing than usual. "And don't fret over Adam, we'll make sure to deal with him personally."
The other archangels' agreed without question. Adam wouldn't get away with making their precious niece cry.
(Y/N) realized her father was right, she was too emotional right now.
She was in no condition to deal with this as she was.
After saying goodbye to her family, (Y/N) went to her room to try and calm down.
Feeling completely exhausted and emotionally drained, (Y/N) passed out the second her head hit her pillow.
The next day (Y/N) woke up later than usual and saw a note on her beside table.
It was from her father telling her not to worry about her duties that day and to just rest.
(Y/N) was grateful to her father, but she was so restless about the trial and the upcoming extermination.
She got ready for the day and went down into the courts archives.
Maybe there was something she could use in the courts records to help Charlie.
Since she was a stenographer, a seraphim, and Michael's daughter no one questioned her being there.
In fact, many of the simps angels there were more than happy to help her.
(Y/N) declined most of their help, not wanting to garner unnecessary attention to what she was looking for or why.
She continued doing this for days making sure to cover her tracks so her father and uncles didn't catch wind of her little excursions.
Which was why most of them were in the dead of night.
She hadn't heard a word of what her father or uncles' were going to do about the exterminations.
But the times she's seen Adam and Lute, the two were still their cocky and douchey selves.
So, she knew the extermination was still on.
Why?
Why haven't the archangels' done anything yet?
What were they waiting for?
A small part of her wondered if they ended up agreeing with Sera and Adam and wanted to keep the exterminations on, but she quickly pushed those thoughts aside.
The archangels' duty was to follow the laws of Heaven, and the exterminations clearly went against that.
There's no way they'd be okay with keeping it going.
Still. . . they weren't working fast enough.
The month was almost over.
So, she continued researching wanting to find anything that would prove Sera and Adam wrong about Hell and prove Charlie's hotel worked or could work.
One night while everyone had turned in, (Y/N) snuck into the ancient archives - court records that dated over billions of years ago.
Maybe there was something in the older court records she could use.
She spent hours going through file after file, pulling out possible references to use, and making piles based on the dates.
The long hours started to get to her, the bags under her eyes more prominent with each passing minute.
Without realizing, her eyes lids shut and she slowly drifted to the side accidently knocking over a large pile she hadn't checked yet.
*THUD*
The sound of the falling files scared her awake.
"Oh shit!"
(Y/N) rubbed her eyes awake before going over to the scattered files. She really hoped no one had heard that thud.
As she was gathering all of the loose documents, there was one file folder that caught her eye. Labeled on the tab was 'Morningstar vs Heaven'.
Morningstar? That was Charlie's last name but this file was in one of the older court piles meaning this file was about -
"Lucifer. . .".
She's never read her uncle's trial record before. . . but if he was anything like Charlie then maybe there was something in those documents that could help her prove her cousin's dreams and beliefs.
After all, it was because of Lucifer's desire and dreams to show humanity free will that gifted humans the ability to dream and choose to be better.
She knew her father would frown at her view on Lucifer, but she had always thought there might have been some merit behind her uncle's choices.
She started to collect the documents, sometimes glancing over certain parts that caught her attention. However, as she was going through the files she saw something in one of the documents that she had never expected to see.
"I-Is that. . . my name? W-Why would my name be in Lucifer's court record?". (Y/N) bit her lip deciding if she should look through it or not.
In the end she decided to go through with it and read the document. It was probably nothing, just her mind playing tricks on her. She had been up for hours, after all.
However, the moment her eyes scanned through each line her heart dropped into her stomach.
Sera: Take the child.Court angels: (takes the infant (Y/N) Morningstar from the arms of her parents, Lucifer Morningstar and Lilith)
"P-Parents?".
The rest of the documents recounted Lucifer and Lilith's guilty verdict, their sentencing to Hell, and the courts final proceedings.
(Y/N) wanted to refuse everything she had read, wanting to call it all lies.
But stenographers, especially in Heaven, cannot lie when recording. The magic imbedded within the typewriter wouldn't allow it.
Still, it just couldn't be true. . . Maybe this was another (Y/N), one she's never met. There was no way it was talking about her.
However, before (Y/N) could attempt to convince herself even more she noticed one final document lying on the floor. She recognized what kind of document it was immediately.
It was a Heavenly Ordinance.
She slowly reached for the golden paper and started to read it.
"By Heavenly decree, it is now ordered that all residents, and new ones to come, are forbidden from tempting humanity or breaking Heaven's rules. All residents must obey and turn from all misguided thoughts, dreams, and or endeavors. All violators will receive punishment. It is also ordered that the Heavenborn seraphim, (Y/N) Morningstar, is now under the care of the Seven Virtues; specifically Archangel Michael Demiugros. The infant's name will be changed to (Y/N) Demiugros. The child will have no connection to Lucifer Morningstar and Lilith, and will be told Michael Demiugros is her father/parent who crafted her from stardust. All Heavenly residents aware of the child's true lineage are forbidden from speaking on the matter. All violators will be punished severely."
(Y/N) felt like she couldn't breath.
Her hands were shaking, her heart pounding in her chest.
Oh, God.
She wanted to deny it and believe all of this was some sick prank.
But even she knew no one in Heaven would dare fake writing a Heavenly Ordinance, let alone play such a cruel prank or joke.
Besides, the Heavenly Seal at the bottom of the document was proof of its authenticity.
Heaven would never allow a fake to be placed with the court records.
It took a while for her to calm down.
Looking at the clock mounted on the wall, she saw how late it was.
The court angels who had the early morning shift would be here in two hours.
Wiping the tears that had gathered in her eyes, she used her magic to help clean up her mess and put all of the documents back into their original places - except for one.
When she started to put Lucifer's file away, she stared at the ordinance.
She paused for a moment before folding it up and shoving it into her pocket.
After everything was put away (Y/N) went back to her room with her mind buzzing and heart racing.
She woke up five hours later to the sound of her alarm.
She felt absolutely exhausted.
At first she thought it had all been a dream, a really bad dream.
But when she checked her pockets and pulled out the folded up golden paper, she knew it wasn't.
She was heartbroken.
The feeling of betrayal and hurt plaguing her soul.
Why?
Why did they lie to her?
Why did they do all of this?
Now everything made sense.
Why she was so restricted from practically everything.
Why everyone in her family kept her so close and away from any of the higher seraphim duties.
Why she really looked like Lilith. . .
To top it all off, the person she had believed to be her father this whole time was actually her uncle.
She truly didn't know how to feel, and she wondered if Charlie knew.
Probably not given how shocked the Hellborn had been to hear she had a 'cousin'.
Though, now she knew why she felt such a strong connection to Charlie.
They were sisters.
And if Charlie hadn't known about her, she doubted Lucifer or Lilith did.
She wondered what else Heaven has lied to her about.
. . . Did they even love her?
If she really was the spawn of the ones who damned humanity, did they only keep her for their own benefit?
Have they actually hated her this entire time?
These thoughts brought tears to her eyes.
The rest of the day as she continued on with her duties, she thought back to her family and her newly discovered ones.
Whenever she interacted with her family in Heaven, she did her best to keep up appearances.
There was no way to tell what would happen if they found out what she knew.
So, she decided to bite her tongue.
No matter how much she wanted to scream and cry.
She wondered if they were even going to do anything about the exterminations.
She was starting to doubt it since she hadn't heard anything new; though, would they even tell her?
And Adam and Lute were as smug as ever.
That made her angelic blood boil.
Did they really hate Lucifer, Charlie, her, and sinners so much that they would allow this atrocity to continue?
Even though it went against everything Heaven stood for?!
No.
(Y/N) wouldn't stand for this.
If she was going to help Charlie, she would have to take matters into her own hands.
Luckily, Michael and her other uncles' taught her basic combat.
Hopefully that would at least help her fed off a few exorcists.
The next few days leading up to the extermination, (Y/N) secretly stole some angelic armor and weapons.
She eavesdropped on Adam and Lute trying to find out their plans and the exact time of the extermination.
She even continued to gather information for Charlie to help prove her hotel could work.
She acted as she usually did in front of others to avoid suspicion.
She planned to sneak out the night before the extermination to help Charlie and her hotel prepare for the fight.
She was a little nervous about seeing her newly discovered sister, and possibly her biological father, but she knew she would have to suck it up and wait until after the battle was over.
The morning before the extermination, (Y/N) felt more than prepared - she had everything she needed before tonight.
Everything was going according to plan.
"What seems to be the problem here?" Michael asked the court angel who seemed to be a bit out of sorts.
"W-Well, sir, there seems to be a document missing from one of the court records".
Michael rose a brow, "Okay? Which records?".
"U-Um. . . one of the ancient records, sir."
'Ancient records?'
Michael's brows furrowed - why would a document be missing from one of the oldest records in Heaven? Hardly anyone uses or reads them. They're mainly there as historical records now.
"Strange. . . Which record was it then?"
The court angel gulped, "U-Um. . , i-it-"
Michael glared slightly annoyed, "Just say it!"
"I-It was from Lucifer Morningstar's, s-sir!"
Michael's eyes widened, "Lucifer's?"
"Y-Yes, sir. We noticed some of the court records had been a little out of place the past couple of days, but thought nothing of it as everything was neatly put back. But this morning one of the court angel's found a feather between Lucifer's record, and when they opened it they saw one of the documents inside was missing."
Michael frowned, "Which document?"
". . . The Heavenly Ordinance, sir."
'The Heavenly Ordinance? Why. . . Why would anyone take that?'
"This was the feather that was found inside the court record."
The court angel presented Michael a singular feather. It was beautiful and the design looked very familiar -
Michael's breath hitched as he looked closely at the feather. He snatched the feather out of the court angel's hand looking at it even closer.
'No, no, no - it can't be!'
Without another word Michael flew out of the room leaving very confused and concerned court angels'.
'There's no way! She cannot possibly know!'
Lost in his own frantic thoughts, Michael failed to notice a certain archangel in his path, and proceeded to crash right into him.
"Woah, Michael! What's the rush?" Azrael asked wincing from the impact.
Michael looked at his brother, fear in his eyes, "Azrael. I-It's terrible. . . (Y-Y/N). . . S-She-"
"(Y/N)? Did something happen to her?" Azrael asked worried. He's never been his brother so distressed before.
"S-She. . . She knows."
Azrael furrowed his brows, "'Knows?' Knows, what?"
"About Lucifer. . . the truth about Lucifer and Lilith."
Michael proceeded to tell Azrael the events that happened taken place in the courts archives.
"That's strange," Azrael hummed. "Just as strange as the report I just got that some angelic armor and weapons are missing."
Azrael saw Michael's expression morph into one of absolute horror and waved his hands trying to dismiss his brother's thoughts, "But it could all just be a coincidence!".
Placing his hands onto Michael's shoulders, Azrael looked into his eyes, "Michael. You know (Y/N). As curious as she is, she's not reckless or stupid. She knows her place in Heaven and wouldn't dare ruin that. Have more faith - after all, you are the one who raised her."
Michael calmed his nerves as he listened to his brother's advice. He's right. (Y/N) was raised right and she would never do something that would jeopardize her place in Heaven. Someone else had to have misplaced the document, armor, and weapons.
. . . Still. . .
He couldn't shake off the ugly feeling in his gut.
Hours had passed and it was now late into the night.
To everyone around her (Y/N) was her normal graceful, polite, and dutiful self.
Almost like she hadn't been stressed out the entire month worrying for her cousin, who she recently discovered was actually her sister, and finding out her entire life has been a total lie.
She really played the part of the obedient seraphim quite well.
But right now, she was anything but.
Right now she was the sleep deprived heartbroken, scorned girl who no longer knew who she was or who she could trust here.
But, she was going to find out.
While the rest of the castle was asleep, (Y/N) changed from her night gown into light but durable angelic armor.
She wore her long blonde hair in a high ponytail and carried a long angelic spear on her back (along with a few angelic daggers and a whip on her hips).
Once ready, she quietly unlocked her balcony door trying to make as little noise as possible.
She could feel her nerves shake.
She's never been in a real fight before.
She knew what she was doing was dangerous; and if found out, could lead her into a world of trouble.
Looking back behind her she glanced over her room.
Her eyes landing on a picture frame found sitting on her vanity.
It had a photo of when she was little.
In it she was hugging Michael with her favorite duck plushie in her arms.
They both had such big smiles.
Sadness filled her heart as tears pricked her eyes.
Had it all been a lie?
Well. . . either way, she would find out later.
Charlie needed her right now.
She smiled sadly at the duck plushie laying in her bed silently wishing for luck.
Steeling her nerves, (Y/N) internally prepared herself for the battle ahead.
What she wasn't prepared for was to come face to face with Michael the moment she turned around.
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X-Files OctoberFicFest Day 10: Aurora Borealis
They climb out the window to sit on the roof like teenagers, Scully in the vee of Mulder’s legs with his arms around her. She leans back against his chest. The actual young people are in the back pasture, having a bonfire. Mulder and Jack spent the afternoon watering a wide circle around the fire pit, just in case. Neither of them are under any illusions that the younguns will be on their best behavior. Jack’s a bit of a wild child, for starters, and he’s their child, so he’s too smart for his own good. But they’re both proud of how far he’s come.
Grace is with her Uncle Charlie and her cousins at Maggie’s house. It seemed like the best solution; Jack and his friends are rowdy, and Grace never goes to bed when her brother’s out of the house. She wants to be with him all the time. He tolerates it pretty well, but still, bonfire night isn’t for littles.
“Like old times,” Mulder says in her ear.
“Mm,” she says. “Playing hooky, just the two of us.”
“Better, though,” he says. “Look at what we get to come home to.”
She rubs her hand up and down his thigh. It’s still firm under his jeans. “Too happily ever after for you?”
“Au contraire, mama bear,” he growls softly. “It’s just right.”
She smiles to herself and lets her head loll on his shoulder.
“Do you think it’s going to happen?” he asks.
“If it doesn’t, it’s still nice up here.”
He kisses the side of her head. “It is.”
They sit and wait, watching the sky. It is like old times, in some ways. They used to stargaze like this. She remembers the dancing lights in Idaho. She still can’t explain them, although she has some hypotheses. She flinches sometimes if she sees a satellite—she’s seen Mulder do it too—but tonight she feels entirely safe and utterly content.
“Look.” His voice is hushed. “Oh, Scully, look.”
In the dark sky, a sudden sifting of color: red, purple, pink, green. Sheets of shimmering pigment ripple against the velvet backdrop of the night. It’s gorgeous. It’s unreal. Tears rise in her eyes. She can hear whooping from the back pasture as Jackson and his friends catch sight of the lights.
“I never imagined it would look like this,” Mulder says, awed.
“The radiation from the solar wind excites particles in the plasma of the magnetosphere,” she says. "Those particles precipitate into our atmosphere. Borealis pertains to the wind, but it's really more of a rain, in a way."
“It’s magic,” Mulder says.
“I didn’t say it wasn’t.” She cuddles against him. “When you think about it, the odds are astronomical, Mulder. Here we are, on the roof of our house, after decades of a life where that wasn't even a possibility, on a planet that’s just the right distance from the sun to enjoy the benefits of the radiation, and we evolved such that these lights, this phenomenon, occurs in the visible spectrum of wavelengths that our eyes can see. And we have specialized cells in our eyes that allow us to perceive these specific wavelengths as colors, and a brain that can fill in the shades between.” She tilted her face to kiss the broad sweep of his jaw. “I can call that magic, or even a miracle.”
“I think all of this is a miracle,” he murmurs, wrapping her up in his arms.
She’ll kiss him later, when the lights fade, the two of them mellow with the poignant contentment of middle-age. They’ve earned their peace. For now, they watch the aurora dance, and the stars hold no malice.
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Omg I’d love to hear about the earth born reader’s dynamics with the cast!
You get the whole info about the reader because :D
(Y/n) (Middle Name) (L/n)
Age- 17-21
Gender- Nonbinary (They/them)
Height- 5'0 - 5'6
Appearance-
Demon-ish look
• Purple eyes that look like cat eyes
• Pointy ears and sharp teeth
• Claw looking finger that wouldn't actually cut anything
• Hair is multiple color with (h/c) and (any color), hair looks ruffled all the time. Goes to your shoulder.
• Magic necklace to let you look like this is solid metal to not be easily broken.
Human look
• Base human look
• Hair is less ruffled, still a slight mess.
Info
• Clothes are mostly given by any of the main cast, minus a whole suit that Alastor got you fitted for along with a skirt and pants. Charlie did buy you some clothes in your size since most of the cast is taller than you.
• Either you can here by a portal made by some certain imps and got booted to the pride level with how your soul is closest to a sinner and that just whiplash you enough to forget; or random magic nonsense or ritual that someone close to you did and accidentally got you into hell.
• Have yet to figure out the person who gave you the necklace. Maybe someone who use to be in your shoes long time ago.
• Charlie and Vaggie go between acting like your moms or your annoyed older sisters (mostly Vaggie)
• Alastor treats you like a child, like a distant weird uncle when you get to know him more. Gives you random gifts, most get taken away by being deadly weapons by Vaggie.
• Angel Dust reminds you of an annoying older brother or Cousin, that has a 10 year gap between each other. Protective, isn't as sexual in your presence still is though. Never talks about work to you.
• Husk, doesn't let you drink any alcohol even if you want to. Says you're too young, has so water or soda at the bar for you. Definitely an uncle.
• Niffty, weird short hyperactive aunt that hates bugs and loves cleaning. Talks to you about any interest men she sees, also gifts you less deadly weapons or anything interesting she finds. Has given you a bottle of bleach with no context.
• You would kill for any of the pets including Razzle and Dazzle, those two would kill for you too after Charlie request they watched over you as well
• Lucifer mistook you as Vaggies kid and then also Charlie when he learned that the two were dating and that they found you together. Even after finding out that you weren't technically their kid, he would still act like granddad that missed out on half your life and gift you random things, mostly ducks when you said they looked cute.
• Charlie had to tell him not to gift you anymore ones that can produce fire. You've near caught the hotel on fire 3 times and everyone in the cross fire.
• You gave sad puppy eyes for days afterwards towards everyone.
• Sir Pentious had to be tell directly not to make you any deadly weapons after he gave you a hand-held flamethrower when he fell for your puppy eyes.
• Now, Vaggie has collection of weapons that everyone gives you that you almost hurt someone and yourself.
• Everyone defense is that you don't use you demon powers when in danger, not knowing you aren't an actual sinner.
• So you only have a certain few weapons to keep you safe when out if the hotel.
• Charlie and Vaggie know the most of your past that you willing talk about. Knows about your direct family, that you died young.
• Charlie got you as a guest because she doesn't think you should actually be a sinner. Minus the fires that you've accidentally started, you could be here for a pyromaniac.
• But then you apologized right after, not many it to happen.
• The main cast have tried to figure out why you got sent here.
• Alastor doesn't really care, thinking you barely just sinned enough to got sent here.
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How's Rudy in the Teen and Adult AU? Does Wally eventually meet him?
Wally actually met Rudy when he was 6 years old, when they all went to Australia after Charlie's mother's passing. He was supposed to stay with Syd and his mother while she went to her family and took care of some stuff, but the kid wouldn't leave her side, so she took him along with her.
There, he met not only Rudy (whom he was really afraid of, for some reason) but also his grandfather (again, he didn't want to be around him) and Irwin, the only other adult he realized he could trust because he knew about Yipper Cards (which is all it takes to win Wally's heart at this time).
The visit was rather short, so Wally knows he has another uncle on his mother's side, but doesn't remember anything except for the fact that "he was an evil adult".
During the showtime, Rudy tries to bring Wally to his boarding school to make him "a perfect little lord", but Charlie manages to send him to other schools so Rudy won't have him. Yes, one time she sent him to an all-girl school but in her mind, it was still better than Rudy's (spoiler: it wasn't >>> operation: F.U.T.U.R.E.).
In the Teen AU, we don't have much info about him.
He lives in Sydney with his family. His wife is named [REDACTED], and he has one baby daughter named Irene and another 8-year-old son daughter child daughter Iris.
He still runs his boarding school and is a renowned Villain in the Australian KND space (known as "Mister No Smile"), able to take down two sectors (Sector PH and Sector VC) all alone, turning all 10 members into little perfect, educated lords and ladies. It is called the "smiling accident", because it's said they could see him smile before being taken down.
He could be considered the "Father" of Australia. Sector SY is always at war with him, and the only one specifically trained to go against him since the "smiling accident".
Wally has no contact with him at this moment.
In the Adult AU... oh boy... where to start?
Wally knows about him, and since he returned, he's even more afraid of him.
Rudy's also one of those villains trying to get Lou, and he knows Lou won't go hard on him because he's Charlie's little brother. Which gives him an advantage.
His family grew up to three daughters dolls. Iris is the older. She's 18 but still under his influence. Irene is 10 and the youngest one, Iresine, is 4.
Rudy has a strange fascination for dolls, especially vintage, porcelain ones, and creepily applied it on his daughters, who need to follow his rules. They don't talk, they don't smile, they sometimes just sit next to him as he works, doing nothing but... looking pretty.
The only time they are "alive", it's when he has them fight KND, every time those annoying kids try and attack his boarding school.
Their mother?
What's a "mother"?
In all reality, their mother Garbielle actually loves all of them a lot.
She managed to convince Rudy to let them attend public school, and that's when they are finally able to be themselves and enjoy life.
Iresine is very active, loves to run, jump, dance and play sports! She's actually very good at dancing!
Irene has a strong desire to join KND, not to fight them. She loves what the kids do, and knows her father is... not good. That's how Sector SY sometimes gets some infos about Mister No Smile's future plans...
As for Iris... Iris...
...
that's not her... his name. His name is Michael, and he is actually best friends with his cousin Joey. But there's NO WAY Joey will ever know about his real identity. He doesn't want to lose him or that fun side of his family. Even if... Irwin is a bit suspicious.
Also because he has too much fun with Joey!
Also, to clarify, Michael is not trans. He's a cis male. His father wanted all girls, so he's forcing him into being one. Which... is still not ok AT ALL.
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Thanks to @snoopdogcone for this prompt for @choicesprompts Flufftober event! (Blind date mistake)
Book: Open Heart (Book 2 Timeline) Pairing: Tobias Carrick x Casey MacTavish (F!MC) Rating: Teen Words: 1,741 Summary: Casey's cousin, Peter, is insistent. She has to meet his friend, Ian. Ian's new to Boston, and Peter knows they'll be a match! Casey would rather be on her couch after a long day at work, but a twist of fate has her glad she went after all.
A/N: This is a one-off and not part of my HC for the couple, though I kind of wish it was because it's really cute! :) Also participating in @choicesmonthlychallenge Laughter/Holding Hands.
It wasn’t Casey’s usual hangout. The ReelHouse was definitely more upscale than Donahue’s. But tonight, she looked every bit the part, even though she would rather be anywhere else. She fidgeted with the edge of her sweater, wondering how she had let herself get talked into this. After everything that happened with Ethan last year, she had sworn off men and women for good. Well, at least until her residency was over. But her cousin Peter had been relentless.
“You’re going to love Ian! Trust me, cuz. When have I ever hooked you up with anyone bad?” “Charlie Whitacker. College. Senior year. He began FLOSSING at the table mid-meal, Peter!” Peter’s laughter was so loud it felt like he was in the room, not on the phone, three states away. “Yeah, I forgot about that. For what it’s worth, I don’t see Ian doing that... he wasn’t one of my frat brothers.” Casey let out a sigh. “You’re not going to give up until I meet him, are you?” “Look, I’m doing you a favor. This way, when you come home for Thanksgiving, you can honestly tell Grandma you have been on a few dates. What’ll it hurt, Case? It’s a couple of drinks.” “Fine! Just tell me where and when.”
And that’s how she found herself sitting at the bar, glancing at the door, hoping this guy would be a no-show. Five minutes late, not terrible, she thought; she was already counting down the minutes. If he didn’t show in the next ten, she could be home on the couch, watching post-season baseball with zero awkward small talk.
The bar door swung open, letting in a gust of wind that couldn’t be ignored. Casey’s eyes flicked over to see if Ian had arrived, but it was Tobias Carrick, of all people. He strolled in like he owned the place, looking effortlessly put together in slim jeans, a crisp button-down, and a blazer that probably cost more than her entire wardrobe. But what struck her most was his trademark grin, half smirk, half pure mischief. It lit up his face as his eyes found hers.
“Casey?” He looked genuinely surprised as he made his way over.. “What are you doing here?”
“Hey, Tobias,” she smiled politely. “I’m on a blind date.”
“A blind date?” He looked around. “With who?”
She shrugged, a little embarrassed. “Some guy named... Ian, I think? I’ve never met him. I’m just...waiting.”
Tobias’s expression shifted, eyes narrowing slightly, as an idea seemed to spark. Before Casey could react, he slid onto the stool next to hers, draping his arm casually over the back of her chair. “Tell you what, I'm going to help you out.”
Casey’s eyes narrowed, her lips turning into an amused smile. “Oh? And how exactly do you plan on helping me?”
Casey had to look away when he grinned her way. That mischievous glint in his eye was doing something to her that she wasn't ready to confess.
“I’ll pretend to be your date. We’ll sit here and have a drink or two. If this Ian guy shows up and he’s a total dud, I’ll get you out of here, and I’ll spare you a dreadful evening.”
You can’t just pretend to be my date, Tobias.”
“Why not?” His voice was smooth and playful. “I can be pretty convincing.”
Of that, she had no doubt. He was a known flirt, and she knew he could back that up. She always had a bit of a crush on him, though she never said that out loud. Still, she swore off dating for the next few years, and Tobias was just the kind of guy who could bring that hiatus to an end in five minutes flat. Her heart raced as she tried to hold on to her resolve. Was it possible to feel her willpower wavering?
"I think I’d be safer taking my chances with Ian,” she finally said, though her tone was less than convincing.
“Are you sure about that?” He asked, gaze steady on her.
“Fine,” she relented, crossing her arms. “But if Ian doesn’t show, I’m going home to watch the game. Got it?”
“The Yankees?” Tobias scoffed. “You’re a fan?”
“I’m a baseball fan,” she smiled. "And yes, I wish I was on a couch watching it right now."
“I’m a baseball fan, too,” he smiled, flagging down the bartender to order drinks. “And, believe it or not, I’ve got a couch. Let’s see where the night takes us."
The conversation flowed naturally—work, baseball, and Tobias cracking jokes that kept her laughing. She noticed, though, that her laugh made his eyes soften in a way that sent warmth to her chest. As the minutes ticked by, Casey found herself relaxing, the tension slipping away. She even stopped checking her phone. Tobias had always been dangerously charming, and the spark between them, the one she always tried to ignore, seemed undeniable tonight.
But just as they ordered another round of drinks, the door opened, and Casey’s stomach sank. A guy matching Ian’s description stepped in, awkwardly scanning the room.
“Shit,” Casey muttered under her breath, her smile faltering. “I think that’s him.”
Tobias glanced over his shoulder, then back at her with a grin. “He definitely looks like an Ian.” He leaned in closer, lowering his voice. “What’s the plan, Case?”
Before she could answer, Ian spotted her and started walking toward them. Tobias didn’t miss a beat. He slid his hand over hers, leaning in so that his lips were close to her ear. His voice dropped into a low, intimate tone. “Just follow my lead.”
Then he spoke louder, “Hey babe, you ready to head out? We can grab that sushi you love before we watch the end of the game.”
Casey blinked, barely keeping up. “Oh! Uh, yeah—”
Ian stopped in front of them, his face full of confusion. “Casey?”
Her heart pounded. “You’re late,” she said flatly, playing along.
Tobias stifled a laugh, offering Ian a friendly smile. “Oh, hey, man. I didn’t catch your name.”
“Oh, I’m Ian,” he replied. “I think... I’m supposed to be meeting Casey for a date?”
Tobias gave a small chuckle and looked at Casey, squeezing her hand. “Looks like there’s been a little mix-up, pal. I’m Tobias, Casey’s boyfriend.”
Casey’s eyes widened, but Tobias winked subtly, keeping his cool.
“Boyfriend?” Ian looked completely taken aback. “But Peter...”
“Peter,” Tobias sighed. “He never did like me. He doesn’t know yet,” Tobias continued. “We’ve been keeping it low-key for a while now, figured we’d tell the family when she takes me home for Thanksgiving.”
He stood and guided Casey up with him. “I’m really sorry about the confusion, though. You know how it is.”
Casey couldn’t believe what was happening. She smiled at Ian apologetically. “I’m so sorry. This is... really an awkward misunderstanding. But, uh, nice to almost meet you?”
Ian blinked, processing the situation. “Uh, yeah. Sure. I’ll… I’ll go call Peter.”
Tobias led them out the door, his hand resting on the small of her back as if it had been there dozens of times before. As soon as they stepped outside, Casey burst out laughing, stopping in her tracks to face him.
“Tobias Carrick!” She exclaimed. “Oh my god, what did you just do?”
“What?” He grinned, unbothered. “I just saved you from a shitty blind date. You’re welcome.”
He grinned, completely unbothered. “I just saved you from a boring blind date. You’re welcome.”
Casey shook her head, still laughing. “You may have ruined my chance with my future husband!”
Tobias leaned in, eyes twinkling. “Really? Did you want to marry him?”
She paused, her lips curving into a soft smile. “No, not really.”
“Good,” he said, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “Because I wasn’t about to let some guy named Ian steal you away. Not when I can have you all to myself for the night.”
She looked up at him, suddenly aware of how close they were standing. His hand was still resting on her back, and his eyes filled with a warmth that made her feel like she was the only person in the world.
“Well,” she swallowed, “I guess I can go watch the rest of the game.”
Tobias smiled, his voice dropping to a low, playful tone. “Mmm-hmm. On my couch, after we grab sushi. How’s that sound?”
She bit her lip. “Only if you can figure out a good way to tell my family I don’t actually have a boyfriend by Thanksgiving. Trust me, that little lie will spread like wildfire."
“By Thanksgiving?" He smiled, his voice dangerously low. "That’s five weeks away. By Thanksgiving, I’m hoping you will have a boyfriend.”
“Well, you better make a killer pumpkin pie,” she replied, with more confidence than she was feeling. “Because I’m not letting you tag along empty-handed.”
His grin widened. “I’ll bring the pie and your dad’s favorite scotch. Have to make a good impression."
She laughed, and before she could think twice, Tobias leaned in, pressing his lips to hers in a soft, deliberate kiss. When they pulled apart, Casey smiled up at him, warmth filling her chest.
“Is this a date, Dr. Carrick?”
He offered her his arm, and she slipped hers through with a smile. “You better believe it,” he said, his voice rich with promise. “And the next one won’t start like we're pretending.”
“You’re something else,” she smiled, leaning closer to him. She knew she’d have to fill Peter in later, but as they walked away, she couldn’t shake the feeling that, somehow, this had turned into the best blind date of her life.
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Easter egg hunt
Tommy Shelby x reader (blurb)
🐣 🐰 I wrote this in one sit and it’s pure fluff 🤭
Y/N tried to catch her breath after chasing the kids around the stables, she was so grateful for the fresh glass of lemonade Ada offered.
“Charlie is getting so big.”
“Have you seen Karl?” She chuckled throwing a glance at the Shelby cousins. Each kid had so much of their fathers, both women complained of carrying them inside for months only for them to look just like their dads.
“Do you think these will be enough?” Polly joined them followed by Frances who brought a second tray of sandwiches.
“As long as you keep my brothers off those, it will be enough for the children.” Ada laughed.
They were doing an Egg hunt for Easter this year and after spending weeks collecting and decorating one by one with different colors and filling them with little piece of candies before covering them with bright papers.
“Ugh, those bloody eggs… if I see one more after today…” Esme arrived flopping into the nearest chair, she was severely pregnant and everyone keep betting the baby would be a boy.
After finishing their task, all the Shelby brothers demanded to not eat a single egg in a few weeks.
“Everything is ready for the kids Mrs. Shelby.” Frances announced.
“Perfect, I’ll go get my nephews.” Polly disappeared into Arrow House.
Y/N asked Frances to get the children, but she wasn’t able to hide her disappointment as Arthur, John, Finn and Johnny Dogs joined them outside, except for Tommy as they mentioned he decided to check some paperwork.
Soon the little giggles and squeals from the Shelby kids filled her heart as they started running around looking for the eggs hidden under the bushes, behind the flower pots of even inside the fountain.
She particularly loved the look in Charlie’s face when he found the little candies inside his first egg.
As Esme was comforting Katie because she still hadn’t found one, Y/N stood up determined to walk in and drag Tommy from his office. It was a Sunday and she wanted to have the entire family together to enjoy it.
But to her surprise, he was leaning against the front door, with his characteristic cigarette unlit between his lips, the sleeves of his immaculate white shirt rolled up and a breathtaking smile that he usually had reserved only for the private moments between them decorating his face.
He had been watching the egg hunt from afar.
“I was about to make you come outside.” Y/N wrapped her arms around his torso.
“I knew you would, so I saved you the trip to my office.” Tommy winked, saving in his memory the images of his entire family gathered having a lovely moment.
Thoughts of how this was pretty much what he had been looking for were running inside his mind, watching the kids barefoot, giggling, he was willing to give anything for that.
“Saved you one… it’s special.”
“Yeah?” Tommy couldn’t remember having his own egg for Easter, his eyes were fixed in the delicate shell.
Covering his hand, Y/N couldn’t keep hiding the huge smile from her face. “You need to break it, sweetheart.”
Smashing it with his hand, Tommy found a small paper inside among the confetti.
Can’t wait to meet you, daddy! - it read.
Tommy couldn’t believe it, it took him several seconds just staring at the handwritten note. After Charlie, they had to deal with a few losses that caused a severe damage to their marriage, but they surfed the high waves with patience and decided to focus on what they had, so this was a total surprise.
“It’s been so hard to keep it from you, but I wanted to make sure everything was alright.”
His arms where around his wife in a tight embrace, feeling grateful, blessed, thinking how good his life actually was.
“This is the best news I’ve had in a long time, love.”
To his own surprise, he took Y/N by the waist to spin her around, showering her face with feather-like kisses when he stopped, feeling his love expanding without limits.
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A/N: Just because 🤷🏻♀️
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StarDust
~Contains alludes to sex, a fluffy evajacks fic with the Fox Kits~
A small girl sat alone on the balcony, the noises from inside her home being blocked out by the blowing winds of winter. The young girl decided she did not mind the chill of winter, she was often so cold herself that she could hardly tell the difference.
Her life was quite filled with noise, some of it she didn't mind, like the laughter of her brothers when they were playing with her. But this noise little Eleanor Fox decided she hated most of all; her youngest brother Charlie Jack would not stop crying.
Eleanor thought he was too old to be acting like a baby, he was almost three years old and had been throwing more fits lately.
This was unfair, Teddy and Max didn’t cry nearly as much, and Eleanor, just shy of six years old, never cried this much. Even her cousins Aurelias and Ursa were rather quiet, she didn’t like to see sweet Charlie Jack so upset, but the noises inside her home kept her from returning to comfort her youngest brother.
The Hollow was too loud, and the screaming boy in Jacks arm was the source of the noise. Charlie Jack’s tears wetted Jacks shirt as he walked around rocking the boy trying to calm him; but his young son's sobs persisted. Jacks truly couldn’t blame his son for his tears, Charlie Jack was so young still and simply longed for his mother. How could he blame Charlie Jack for his tears when Jacks also felt like crying every time his Little Fox left to run an errand?
“I want Mamaaaa,” Charlie Jack wailed, “Mamaaa.”
Jacks rubbed his son's back soothingly, “She’ll be back soon Charlie Jack, it’s okay my sweet boy I miss Mama too.” His soothing skills finally seemed to be calming Charlie Jack as his sobs seemed to calm down, his young son taking deep breaths and his wailing turning into tired whimpers. Careful to not stir his young son, he quietly made his way to the children's rooms.
A large playroom full of toys and books was the main part, the children having their bedrooms split off from the playroom.
Tenderly he laid Charlie Jack down into his soft blue bed sets, gently wiping his tears from his tired son's face. His son’s face was the same as his own, Charlie Jack had the same eyes, nose, lips, cheeks, mouth, and dimples as his father. The golden hair that he and all his children shared seemed to glow even brighter on Charlie Jack.
Years ago the thought of having someone look just like him would unnerve him in every way possible; but this was his son, his beautiful son he had made with his beloved wife. He loved nothing in this world but his beloved Evangeline and the beautiful children they had made with love.
He smiled at his son and brushed his gilded curls from his forehead to place a kiss on his forehead, whispering, “I love you, Charlie Jack,” into his skin before pulling away.
After walking away from his slumbering youngest son, he peeked into Max and Teddy’s room. Seeing the two of them cuddle up in one of the boys' beds; Jacks smiled, they had shared this habit since before birth and still would always sleep in the same space together. The twins cared deeply for each other, something the older Valor twins, Tempest and Romeules, said was normal for twin boys. After knowing Castor and his awful twin for years he hoped with all his heart that Maximilian and Theodore would remain close for their entire lives.
Next, he peeked his head into Eleanor's room but found it empty, this did not bother him for he knew Eleanor could never stay in one place for long. She was probably curled up downstairs by the hearth, or perhaps in the large library on the third floor of The Hollow. But as he passed the large glass windows he saw his only daughter standing on the balcony overlooking The Lake of Stars. All of his children loved being outside in the woods surrounding The Hollow, but it was the depths of Winter and the wind had been blowing strongly all day.
Eleanor was too little to be out in the cold by herself, and quickly his legs made their way to the wooden doors leading to the balcony; making sure to grab the thickest fur cloak he owned before exiting to be with Eleanor.
Eleanor did not hear the wooden doors open behind her, far too mesmerized by the sight of snow falling onto the frozen lake. She knew the crying from Charlie Jack had long stopped, but the chills of Winter kept her enamored, the sight of snow and the glistening of ice all around. The only thing that brought the young girl out of her frozen world was the feeling of warm fur being wrapped around her small body.
The fur was as easy to recognize as her name, her Papa always wore this one, and many times Eleanor had fallen asleep with it wrapped around her.
Joyously Eleanor turned around to be swept up into her waiting father's arms, “Papa,” the young girl squealed.
“What’s my sweet little princess doing out here in the cold?” He asked as he placed a quick kiss on her cold forehead, taking note of how she didn’t appear to be shivering.
Suddenly she looked shy, and eventually admitted, “I don’t like it when Charlie Jack cries, he’s so loud Papa,” she seemed saddened by her youngest brother's tears but still found the loudness unbearable.
Jacks frowned and placed a kiss on her golden curls, made unruly by the wetness of winter, her words concerned him, Eleanor had always been easily bothered by the loudness of her brother sometimes. But he was unaware that Charlie Jack’s wails had upset her enough to hide outside.
“I’m sorry my sweet Eleanor, I’m sorry for the noise my sweetest princess but I promise you’ll never have to hide from the noise in this house again,” he carefully began untangling her wet curls, recognizing that they’d soon be a ragged mess from the wind.
Little Eleanor didn’t respond but simply burrowed herself further into her father's lean form, he was no warmer than her, but the comfort of his arms was one the young Fate would never pass up. Her head rested above his rapidly beating heart, the little girl unaware of the very importance of hearing this Fates heartbeat.
He simply held her close while they both stared in silence out over the frozen lake, as snowflakes began to rapidly come down. But neither the father nor daughter made moves to head into The Hollow's warmth. The cold affected neither of them, little Eleanor Fox didn’t know why this was; her father knew well though and as he held his only daughter and oldest child he hoped she was not truly fully like him. He hoped and prayed silently to every Star listening that none of his children, especially his Eleanor would ever suffer the life of a Fate.
May his sweet daughter never feel the true chill of Winter but the full warmth of love, it was what his little princess deserved. As he looked from the shining stars onto his daughter's face he found that every single star and wonder of the sky could be found within her eyes. Her eyes were not his silver, or Evangeline’s soft gray eyes, but were a dark blue that seemed to only match the same dark sky they both stared at.
The thought of his daughter being made from the very essence of stars resonated well within his soul, only something so beautiful as Eleanor would be made from Evangeline and StarDust.
“They’re beautiful Papa,” Eleanor's quiet voice was filled with adoration, finally breaking the silence.
Jacks smiled, “They’re beautiful, but something prettier than all the stars in the sky is out here too.”
Eleanor just smiled and looked further up to the moon hanging at its point over a far-off mountain, she giddy pointed at the glowing orb.
“The moon Papa,” her voice sounded so certain, but Jacks knew that even the moon in all its glory couldn’t hold a single candle to Eleanor.
He laughed quietly, and instantly Eleanor's face turned angry, her eyebrows furrowed and she bared her top teeth at him.
“Quite the little predator you are my lovely girl,” he lifted her closer to his face looking right into her eyes, “But not even the moon could shine up the sky as well as you could, and your eyes have even more stars in them than we could ever count.”
Jacks was entirely serious as he spoke to his daughter, and as her face lit up with joy it was her time to laugh.
“You’re silly Papa, I love you,” was all she said to his declaration before placing a kiss on her father's cold cheek from where she was held.
Jacks simply held her tighter and spoke back, “And I love you more than all the stars and moons in the sky my sweet Eleanor”
Jacks of The Hollow simply stood on the balcony, holding his only daughter as if he might never put her down again; snow falling around all of them, causing their matching curls to become even more unruly with the weather.
It may have been mere minutes or hours before Evangeline found them standing together on the porch, both covered in snow and starlight but she knew that neither minded. It seemed that neither of them heard her approach either, she simply came up behind Jacks and placed her head on his shoulder. He smiled and turned his head to his beloved wife, and the smile he saw on her face filled him with warmth he could only experience from her.
Eleanor was fast asleep wrapped both in the warm fur and her father's strong arms, holding her tightly against his beating heart.
“It’s a little cold out here my love, I don’t want you to freeze,” Evangeline smiled kindly wondering how long they’d been out here for.
“She can’t feel it Evangeline, she feels it the same way I do,” his voice was quite as if he was fearful of admitting how Fate-Like Eleanor was, that if truly speaking it into existence would doom her.
Evangeline softly smiled, not troubled or surprised by the news, “Then she will be lucky to have a father who understands what it's like, she will know that she’s not alone, that she will always have a family who loves and cares for her.”
Jacks simply smiled and drew his wife closer into his body, he sniffed her rose gold curls, finding comfort in the cherry blossoms scent he’d come to love so much over the years.
“I have missed you today,” he paused, “we all missed you, please don’t ever leave us for this long again.” He would’ve begged her to never leave his side, would’ve gladly gotten on his knees, and asked to always be holding her.
Evangeline smiled guilty but the joy that radiated out of it was contagious, “I didn’t expect to be gone for so long but I have news, lots of news.”
He simply raised his brows and let her continue.
“Vesper has named her heir at last,” Vesper Valor, the oldest and wisest of Wolfric and Honora Valor's children, was selected to be the next in line for the throne. Her gift of prophecy let her see things the family could not even comprehend.
“And which one of her moron siblings or Castor is it going to be?” His tone was of annoyance, for he knew Castor could never be king, a king afraid to burn to a crisp in the sun would never make a good ruler.
“She has not chosen any of her siblings, her visions showed a greater king had already been born,” Evangeline did not seem bothered by the choice Vesper had made.
“And which power fanatic is it this time?” Truth be told the Valors and the former Empress Elentine had been the only rulers Jacks had truly thought were fit for the job, and the visions of a mad girl could be less than promising.
“It's Aurelius, she claims Aurelius will be the finest king the North has ever had,” Evangeline smiled, thinking of her young Godson.
“The oldest child of the youngest son of the King, an interesting choice, but a wise one if she wishes for him to have the support of the Vampires and many fates alike,” Castors and Lala’s oldest child being a king was not something Jacks could truly imagine.
Aurelius was only 5 years old, and his gift of being able to turn objects into metal was already being displayed strongly, a power new to the Valor family.
“His Majesty King Aurelius Vale, it sounds very royal, Castor and Lala must be ecstatic.
Evangeline's smile grew even wider, but it seemed as if she couldn’t quite tell Jacks.
Jacks spoke, “They need another child if Aurelius is to be King then Ursa shall be the Lady of Merrywood.”
“They need another girl, Ursa wreaks havoc with the boys already, but it would be much more entertaining if we had two little girls causing chaos,” his tone seemed joking but he knew how badly Lala wanted another daughter.
Evangeline simply rolled her eyes knowing the trouble little Ursa got up to from such a young age.
“Maybe we should have another just to balance the havoc out,” now he was joking, four children were enough for him, enough to love and the greatest blessing he had ever been given.
“Now I know you’re truly joking, we can have another if you carry this one,” she responded to his joke.
He rolled his eyes, “Luckily I wouldn’t look as beautiful as you do carrying our child,” he grabbed her wide hip and licked his lips, “You have these absolutely stunning hips that just make it so beautiful to look at.”
Now she rolled her eyes at his antics, “These beautiful hips come from birthing four of your abnormally large children.”
He simply smiled and kissed her, locking their lips for as long as possible without passing out.
Both of their faces were red when they were done, but Jacks still spoke.
“Every day I am thankful that you not only blessed me with children, but you decided to bless me with your life and time by being my wife, I love you more than anything in this world, more than every star in the sky, and my love shines brighter than the moon for you Evangeline Fox,” his words were spoken with wonder and awe before him that Evangeline was his wife and he was truly holding her and his daughter.
Evangeline just smiled back small tears gleaming in her gray eyes, mirroring the ones in his silver eyes.
“Every day I am thankful that I met you, I’d relive every awful moment of pain and loneliness if it meant I could stay in your arms like this forever, every moment of joy I have experienced in these years is because of you and the children you have given me, I would give you all the water from the sea and it wouldn’t be a fraction of the love I have for you Jacks of The Hallow,” tears fell from her eyes freely as she withheld the man she loved with her entire soul.
She hugged him carefully to not disturb their slumbering daughter, every inch of love she had in her body flowed into him the minute he felt her touch. Jacks squeezed her as hard as possible without hurting his beloved Evangeline, and he carefully used his remaining arm to pick her arm and carry her into their home.
With Evangeline in one arm and his slumbering daughter in the other, Jacks felt like the luckiest man in the world, something he’d felt every day since gaining Evangeline's love and becoming Husband and Wife.��
Gone were his days of sorrow and gone were her days of loneliness, together that had made a marriage and family out of nothing but the love they shared for each other.
#evajacks#tbona#evangeline fox#jacks prince of hearts#ouabh#tbona spoilers#stephanie garber#the ballad of never after#jacks x evangeline#acftl#once upon a broken heart#the ballad of the archer and the fox#a curse for true love#once upon a broken heart#ouabh fanfic#evangeline x jacks#jacks the prince of hearts#jacks#jacks of the hollow#ouabh 3#ouabh spoilers
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For the one word prompts, how about “security” + whichever one of your OCs the inspiration strikes! - @softspeirs
Katie, I hope you don't mind that I've decided to use this prompt for Crank and Laura!
For those of you who might be new here, Laura Arsenault is an OC of mine from The Darkening Sky; she's a nurse with the 128th Field Hospital and a good friend of Frankie Horgan, who is a good friend of Marj Gordon's. Part of Laura's story is that she has a brother, George, serving with a tank regiment, and an older sister, Vivian, who was one of the Army nurses imprisoned on Bataan.
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She never thought she'd miss the war.
Well, not the war, exactly - Laura didn't miss the war itself. She didn't miss the smell of operating wards and dirt and wet canvas and boots that were never dry and washing out of a helmet and keeping the rats out of your bunk and scrubbing blood out of your nails. She didn't miss the dying, or the dead.
But maybe it was - was the being in it that she missed, the sense of shared self and shared goals and shared purpose. And she missed the people. They weren't ever alone, in that hospital - there was always someone to talk to, always work to help with, always someone to go see. And getting a date had been infinitely easier. Easy as pie, when you were one of only fifty or so girls and there were dozens - or hundreds - of guys at the dance.
Not any more. Now she was back home, where no one knew her, and everyone she did know was always a bus ride away instead of a two minute walk, and finding dates was awful - especially once everyone heard what she did for work. "Oh, a nurse." And then this odd little smile and an anecdote about whoever they knew in the hospital, or something like that, and she'd have to smile and nod and pretend to care.
And all the men were - well, she didn't know where they were, but none of them seemed to be in Boston, or at least, not the part of it that she was, and yet everyone seemed to have a brother, or a cousin, or a - a someone who needed to meet someone. But none of those guys ever seemed interested in more than one meeting. She wasn't desperate enough yet to start answering those ads in the paper, but it felt like a distinct possibility - reduced to twenty words or less.
So here she was again - another blind date, this time with Rose's cousin Charlie. "You'll like him," Rose had said, patting her arm and handing her the address of a restaurant. "He was a pilot."
A pilot - possibly her least favorite kind of soldier, probably because she'd seen so few of them, and heard so much, and your average infantryman didn't have a lot of nice things to say about the bomber boys, except that they were lazy, and they were late, and they were getting all the press. Now, come on, Laura, you haven't even met him yet.
Yes - hadn't met him yet because he was late, and now she was sitting, like a bad penny, all on her own at this table in the middle of the back wall trying not to look too lost in this big room with all these other perfectly paired off people.
"Miss Arsenault?"
Well, here he was - and lord, did he ever sound like a local boy - Laura heard it in every syllable. She held out a hand to shake, and he took it, his grip firm and uncompromising.
"Mr. Cruikshank."
He had a kind face - that was something, anyway. Not the sort of face she would have thought belonged to a pilot, if she was being honest, but that was Hollywood and a lot of movies talking. His hair, she could see, was very naturally curly, though he'd done his darnedest to comb it down into parting neatly. He was wearing civies, or mostly civies, anyway - charcoal grey trousers and a sweater that wasn't too far out of current fashion with his leather bomber jacket over it, his name, C. Cruikshank, stamped into the leather plate over his left breast.
"It's Charles, if that's too much of a mouthful."
Not Charlie, then. She'd have to remember that. "Laura," she offered, watching him pull out his chair and drape his jacket over the back. "The waiter should be back soon, I didn't - want to order without you."
"You ever been here before?" he asked, obviously just trying to make conversation, his eyes darting around the room.
"Once or twice, but not - not for dates." I'm trying not to sound like the kind of girl who goes on a lot of dates. "Rose said you were - were a pilot. What'd you fly?"
"Heavy bombers," he offered, shuffling a little in his chair. "B-17s, out of Norfolk. And you were a - were a nurse?"
She nodded. "Field hospital. We were everywhere."
"Imagine that was a -- a hard job." His eyes were still avoiding hers, his hands rubbing together nervously in his lap.
"I can't imagine what being in a plane was like. We didn't get too many airman."
He nodded, and Laura looked back down at the candle on the table, feeling foolish for not knowing what else to say. He was bouncing his leg, underneath the table, his chair not quite pulled in all the way, like he was going rather than coming, waiting for the check instead of waiting for the menu.
Well. I guess that's that on that, then. Failed before we even ordered. She'd get chicken - that was easy, and cheap, now, too. They could eat and mumble through something about the weather and she wouldn't have to do this again and she could tell Rose on Monday that Charles had been charming but not the guy for her.
Just how had Vivian managed it - finding the love of her life before the end of the war, and in a hospital, no less! Laura knew she shouldn't compare, but it was hard not to, when it seemed to have been so easy and where she was now seemed so hard. Not that Vivian had had it easy, at all - she'd only been in Hawaii because she'd been in the Philippines, and she'd only met Andy because she'd been on light duties, and him recovering from surgery. She'd made the mistake of saying it, once, a few months ago, and the look Vivian had given her would have scared anyone silent. "Don't say that, Laur," she'd begged. "I'm not lucky. You don't want to be where I've been."
"So, what did Rose say about me? When she set this up?" He looked nervous about hearing the answer.
"She said she thought we'd get along, I think." Laura offered, and then paused. Wait. That's ...not what she said. She said we wouldn't have to explain anything to each other. And she said that you'd had a hard war...but who didn't?
She didn't want to say that last part out loud - no one liked to be a charity case, and she knew that better than anyone. But as she thought about it, really thought about the way Rose had spoken about her cousin, she realized that Rose had only brought up meeting Charles when she'd told a story about Vivian. And she realized, finally, where she'd seen the look on his face before - in Vivian's eyes, always trying to find the exits, calculate the quickest way out. This man wasn't just a pilot - and maybe there were things from his war that he didn't want to explain, either, things that really were hard. "Do you want to switch places?" she asked, moving her chair out from the table a little.
He looked guilty, and…afraid, even, a man trapped who'd been trapped before. "My sister never wants to sit with her back to the door," she said, trying not to pry. "She always wants to - see that there's a way out." She paused. "Three years behind wire will do that to a person."
He looked up from his hands and stared. "Your sister?"
She nodded. "She was with MacArthur in the Philippines." She met his eye. "I don't mind, really."
"Thanks." They moved seats, leaving their coats where they were, and a kind of calm came over him as he took in more of the room. "Imagine she had it worse. I was…only eighteen months. In Germany. 43 to 45."
Laura could see her sister's face as he said that - could see Andy's face, too, talking with her brother George over their pipes after dinner about whether fighting in the heat or the cold was worse. "She'd tell you it wasn't a competition. If it helps."
He smiled at that, loosing up a little. "My doc says I should work on things like this - dinner, and conversation, and…crowded rooms." He shrugged. "I know no one likes a project, but I'm….trying." He smiled a little bashfully. "And I'm a little nervous anyway - Rose …didn't tell me you were pretty."
She felt herself blush, and looked down at her napkin. Well, all right, Charles Cruikshank, tell me I'm pretty. "She didn't tell me her cousin Charles was cute, either."
It was his turn to blush, and he did it almost sweetly, a touch of color coming into his already ruddy cheeks. "You know I haven't…actually been called Charles for about five years. He feels like…some other fellow that's not me. All my friends call me Crank."
"Crank?" What a name! Pilots.
He smiled again - really smiled, this time, his eyes even lighting up a little, and she was glad, finally, that he'd felt security enough in being called by his name to show her what his smile looked like. "Someone would tell you it's 'cause I complain a lot, but it's, it's short for Crankshaft. It's a long story."
The waiter appeared, pad and white apron at the ready. "Are we ready to order?"
Laura looked at Crank and smiled. She would still order the chicken, and there would be no need to talk about the weather. "Well, why don't you tell it to me? I think we've got some time."
#asked and answered#Anonymous#softspeirs#i have written a thing#mercurygraypresents#tds cinematic universe#laura arsenault#vivian arsenault#masters of the air x oc#postwar
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(IMPORTANT NOTE: this was supposed to be ABSOLUTE CRACK for Ruth’s birthday ((happy birthday @kurtkankle)) but this Heartstopper x Steddie Stranger Things crossover turned out to be surprisingly wholesome at the end. SO if you want to completely ignore the crack, replace Dart with Mews and… maybe it’s better. And Ruth… you’re the only person who could get me to post this instead of keeping it in my drafts.)
Charlie goes to Nick’s house, thinking only of his strong rugby arms. Instead, he’s greeted at the door by a pet that isn’t Nellie.
“Nick. What the fuck is this?” Charlie asks, bewildered at the creature weaving it’s way through nick’s legs.
Nick smiles and picks the creature up. “This is my cousin’s pet, Dart. I’m taking care of him for the next week.”
As if the creature knows that Nick is talking about him, it unhinges its multiple jaws and screeches.
Charlie stares at it for a few moments before deciding that maybe he can go without Nick for the next week. But then he sees someone come into view over Nick’s shoulder.
“I’m Steve,” the hottest American man Charlie has ever seen says, sticking his hand out toward him.
“H-hi,” Charlie responds taking his hand back and shaking it.
“I hear you’re Nick’s closest rugby lad,” Steve says with a big, clueless smile.
Charlie laughs nervously. “Yep, that’s who I am.”
Nick stares at him awkwardly and invites him inside. Charlie takes one glance at Dart and hopes he doesn’t bite his face off. Luckily, he keeps to himself and follows Steve into the living room as Charlie and Nick got to Nick’s room.
They “study” for about an hour before the door slowly creaks open, and in comes Dart excitedly. But then Steve follows him quickly, bashfully looking up at Nick and Charlie who haven’t had time to untangle themselves from each other.
Steve looks between the two and smiles softly. “You two remind me of me and my good friend Eddie.”
Charlie and Nick glance at each other and silently debate asking Steve more. Nick is the first to speak up, “Steve, are you and Eddie… dating?”
Steve scoffs. “No, we’re just really good pals.”
“Who… kiss sometimes?” Charlie asks, confused.
Steve nods with a big smile on his face.
Nick sits up and crosses his arms. “Is this… an American thing?”
Steve shakes his head. “No, no. This is a me and Eddie thing.”
Charlie nods and leans over to Nick whispering, “And how do you know him, again?”
“He’s practically my cousin’s older brother. He’s staying here while Dustin stays with the rest of his friends.”
Charlie nods, still confused about the situation, before returning his gaze to Steve. “Steve… do you… think about kissing him often?”
“All the time. It’s my ‘Roman Empire’ as Dustin says.”
Nick and Charlie exchange another look before Nick squeezes Charlie’s shoulder and says, “I got this.”
Charlie watches as Nick carefully approaches Steve and puts a gentle hand on his back, leading him down the hall and prompting, “So, tell me more about your friend Eddie.”
Charlie sits back and glances to his right where Dart is curled up on the floor next to Nellie, wondering if this tops the most confusing moment of his life, ranking even above getting Nick Nelson as a boyfriend.
A few minutes later, he wanders down the stairs, easily picking up on the conversation.
“I’m… in love with Eddie?”
Nick is quick to say, “I’m not saying you are, I’m just telling you it’s okay to like both men and women. But maybe you are in love with him.”
There’s a brief silence before Steve says, “I think I am.”
Charlie peaks around the corner where Nick is sitting at the dining room table across from Steve, with a small smile on his face. “I know it can be confusing, but think on it over the next week. And I’ll be here if you have any questions.”
Steve runs a hand through his hair and leans back in his chair. “God, I miss him.”
“I can’t imagine going a week without seeing Charlie.”
Charlie’s heart skips a beat at the comment, and he wonders if he should stop intruding on this moment.
“So you two are… going out?” Steve asks carefully.
“Yeah, we are,” Nick answers with a proud smile.
Steve smiles back, a look of contentment settling over his face as if realizing if Nick and Charlie could do it, so could he.
Charlie steps on a creaky part of Nick’s house, and the two glance up at him. Nick holds him arm out invitingly and Charlie is quick to join him in the offered embrace.
Steve runs his hands over his face and laughs, “I can’t believe I didn’t realize it before. Robin has been giving me looks for weeks, and I haven’t been able to read them. She kept telling me she couldn’t tell me what it was about until I realized it for myself. It all makes sense now.”
“And Robin is…?” Charlie asks.
Steve smiles brightly and is quick to ramble about his best friend, and Charlie shares stories about Tao in return.
Eventually, Steve’s phone starts buzzing, and he’s quick to excuse himself, cheeks turning red as Eddie Instagram handle lights up his phone.
As he walks away, Nick and Charlie glance at each other again and smile gently. Nick laughs, “Do you think that’s how people saw us when we were first getting together?”
Charlie smiles. “I think we may have been much worse.”
“Or much better honestly.”
Down the hall, they hear Steve argue, “Yes, I know you don’t have an international phone plan. I’ll pay for your bill. Yes it’s important! No, it’s not the kids. No it’s- Eddie. Eddie, I’m in love with you!” There’s a pause and a heavy sigh before Steve continues, “You are not buying a plane ticket to London when you can afford an international phone call. This is not a debate!”
Nick squeezes his arms around Charlie and whispers, “Yeah, we were definitely better.”
“Why are they like this?” Charlie laughs.
Nick laughs in response as they continue listening to the disastrous conversation, glad that they helped someone else have their similar happy ending.
#please don’t take this seriously#steddie crack#Heartstopper crack#steddie#nick and charlie#stranger things crack
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Trick or Treating with the Shelby's
Grace finds out that Tommy has never gone trick or treating.
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“Oh, come on, it'll be fun. Didn’t you ever go door to door and ask for treats for Halloween Tom?” Grace smiled at him as she cut holes in one of their nice sheets. He shook his head. She wasn’t sure if it was from her defacing their property for the sake of a costume or if it was the suggested activity of tonight.
“You forget who and what I am Grace. I'm the devil of Birmingham. I remember that on this night, me, John boy and Arthur used to egg people's houses on devils night, not beg for candy.” He smirked as her jaw dropped. She’d never heard of such a thing but she could see a teenage Tommy doing such a thing to neighbors when he’d been younger.
“We’ll I think Charlie would have fun, besides, John's kids are going trick or treating and Harry said he'd have candy at the Garrison.” Grace grinned knowing she’d win the argument and he’d give in.
“Fine, but I'm not dressing up.” He said resolutely as he dug out a cigarette and lit it. He offered her one but she shook her head no and smiled broader. She was up to something.
“I thought you were already the devil. What would the devil do to me? ” she quipped back, looking him up and down seductively. He knew he looked wicked now, that was an invitation for sex if he’d ever heard one.
“I could love you like the devil if you have an extra hour Mrs. Shelby.” She giggled as he advanced on her gently knocking them down into the bed and lacing his fingers with her before devouring her in heated kisses.
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They made their way through the misty Birmingham streets going door to door doing more visiting than getting candy. The street lights cast a yellow haze on the misty cold streets adding to the chill and effect of the dreary ghosty night. Tommy had complained of chilled feet and the promise of warm whiskey at the Garrison.
They knocked on John's door hearing ghostly and monstrous noises on the other side.
Tommy chuckled as his younger brother flung open the door releasing his little monsters out onto the streets.
Ghosts, witches and cats hooted and hollered around Charlie and his parents. Esme had outdone herself with their costumes.
“What are you Tommy?” His brother asked amusedly, looking him up and down. John wasn’t dressed up either.
“I’m the devil, haven't you heard?” He replied dryly, causing John to erupt with laughter.
“ I think a lot of people round ere would agree with you.” John smiled and hugged Grace tightly. “Ghosts are popular this year, eh?” He said to her while making conversation. She shrugged and chased Katy around while they boo’d at each other. Charlie giggled as he “helped” chase his cousin around the street.
“I told Esme she should go as a pumpkin since she is so round right now with my fifth child.” Tommy and John both laughed at that until they heard Esme yelling and cursing up stairs.
“Shut up John, or you’ll be a proper ghost by night's end!” She yelled down the stairs. John closed the door blushing and gathered his kids around handing them pillow cases.
“Come on you little monsters, mama wants some candy for ‘er and the babe.” John followed talking with Tommy as Grace carried little Charlie dressed as a baby bat. He was snuggled into her all tired from the long night which had barely started for the adults.
After a while they weaved their way down the lane to a familiar doorstep.
They knocked on Polly's door. She answered looking unamused but her smile broke out when she saw all the children.
“Oh, look at you a lot. The Shelby's dressed as they are. Like little devils and monsters. Come inside. Aunt Polly will watch you while your parents down their own spirits at the Garrison. Go!” She pointed to the adults sending them down the street as she took Charlie from Grace, the other children rushed past yelling already on a sugar high.
“You break something and I'll bust your parents' heads for it.” She slammed the door as Grace shook her head. The night hadn’t gone exactly as planned but she still enjoyed sharing a new tradition with Charlie and Thomas. Her perfect little family.
#peaky blinders fanfic#thomasshelby#grace burgess#polly grey#john shelby#grace shelby#esmelee#esme shelby#halloween#trick or treat#charlie shelby#sweet
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The Cemeteries of Amalo by Katherine Addison (2021-present)
When the young half-goblin emperor Maia sought to learn who had set the bombs that killed his father and half-brothers, he turned to an obscure resident of his father’s Court, a Prelate of Ulis and a Witness for the Dead. Thara Celehar found the truth, though it did him no good to discover it. He lost his place as a retainer of his cousin the former Empress, and made far too many enemies among the many factions vying for power in the new Court. The favor of the Emperor is a dangerous coin.
Now Celehar lives in the city of Amalo, far from the Court though not exactly in exile. He has not escaped from politics, but his position gives him the ability to serve the common people of the city, which is his preference. He lives modestly, but his decency and fundamental honestly will not permit him to live quietly. As a Witness for the Dead, he can, sometimes, speak to the recently dead: see the last thing they saw, know the last thought they had, experience the last thing they felt. It is his duty use that ability to resolve disputes, to ascertain the intent of the dead, to find the killers of the murdered.
Now Celehar’s skills lead him out of the quiet and into a morass of treachery, murder, and injustice. No matter his own background with the imperial house, Celehar will stand with the commoners, and possibly find a light in the darkness.
The Children of Green Knowe by Lucy M. Boston (1954-1976)
Tolly's great-grandmother wasn't a witch but both she and her old house, Green Knowe, were full of a very special kind of magic. And Green Knowe turned out not to be the lonely place Tolly had imagined it to be. There were other children living in the house - children who had been happy there centuries before.
The Smoke Thieves by Sally Green (2018-2020)
In a land tinged with magic and a bustling trade in an illicit supernatural substance, destiny will intertwine the fates of five players:
A visionary princess determined to forge her own path.
An idealistic solider whose heart is at odds with his duty.
A streetwise hunter tracking the most dangerous prey.
A charming thief with a powerful hidden identity.
A loyal servant on a quest to avenge his kingdom.
Their lives intersect with a stolen bottle of demon smoke. As war approaches, they must navigate a tangled web of political intrigue, shifting alliances, and forbidden love in order to uncover the dangerous truth about the strangely powerful smoke that interwines their fates.
Mongrels by Stephen Graham Jones (2016)
He was born an outsider, like the rest of his family. Poor yet resilient, he lives in the shadows with his aunt Libby and uncle Darren, folk who stubbornly make their way in a society that does not understand or want them. They are mongrels, mixed blood, neither this nor that. The boy at the center of Mongrels must decide if he belongs on the road with his aunt and uncle, or if he fits with the people on the other side of the tracks.
For ten years, he and his family have lived a life of late-night exits and narrow escapes—always on the move across the South to stay one step ahead of the law. But the time is drawing near when Darren and Libby will finally know if their nephew is like them or not. And the close calls they’ve been running from for so long are catching up fast now. Everything is about to change.
The Door Within by Wayne Thomas Batson (2005-2006)
Aidan Thomas is miserable. And it's much more than the strange nightmares he's been having. Just when life seemed to be coming together for Aidan, his parents suddenly move the family across the country to take care of his wheelchair-bound grandfather. When strange events begin to occur, Aidan is drawn into his grandfather's basement where he discovers three ancient scrolls and an invitation to another world.
No longer confined to the realm of his own imagination, Aidan embarks on an adventure where he joins them in the struggle between good and evil. With the fate of two worlds hanging in the balance, Aidan faces Paragory, the eternal enemy. Will Aidan be willing to risk everything and trust the unseen hand of the one true King? The answer comes from The Door Within.
A Face Like Glass by Frances Hardinge (2012)
In the underground city of Caverna the world's most skilled craftsmen toil in the darkness to create delicacies beyond compare. They create wines that can remove memories, cheeses that can make you hallucinate and perfumes that convince you to trust the wearer even as they slit your throat. The people of Caverna are more ordinary, but for one thing: their faces are as blank as untouched snow. Expressions must be learned. Only the famous Facesmiths can teach a person to show (or fake) joy, despair or fear — at a price.
Into this dark and distrustful world comes Neverfell, a little girl with no memory of her past and a face so terrifying to those around her that she must wear a mask at all times. For Neverfell's emotions are as obvious on her face as those of the most skilled Facesmiths, though entirely genuine. And that makes her very dangerous indeed...
Squire by Nadia Shammas (2022)
Born a second-class citizen, Aiza has always dreamt of becoming a Knight. It’s the highest military honor in the once-great Bayt-Sajji Empire, and as a member of the Ornu people, her only path to full citizenship.
Now, ravaged by famine, Bayt-Sajji finds itself on the brink of war once again. This means Aiza can finally enlist to the competitive Squire training program.
The camp is nothing like she envisioned. Hiding her Ornu status in order to blend in, Aiza must navigate friendships, rivalries, and rigorous training under the merciless General Hende. As the pressure mounts, Aiza realizes that the “greater good” Bayt-Sajji’s military promises might not include her, and that the recruits might be in more danger than she ever imagined.
Dragon's Bait by Vivian Vande Velde (1992)
Fifteen-year-old Alys is not a witch. But that doesn't matter--the villagers think she is and have staked her out on a hillside as a sacrifice to the local dragon. It's late, it's cold, and it's raining, and Alys can think of only one thing--revenge. But first she's got to escape, and even if she does, how can one girl possibly take on an entire town alone? Then the dragon arrives--a dragon that could quite possibly be the perfect ally. . . .
Tales of Alderly by Alan Garner (1960-2012)
About 150 years ago, my great-great-grandfather, Robert Garner, carved the face of an old man with long hair and beard in the rock of a cliff on a hill where my family has lived for at least 400 years, and still does. He carved the face above a well that is much older. How much older, no one knows, but it's centuries older, or even more. And why did he carve it? He carved it to mark that here is the Wizard's Well.
I am Joseph's grandson, and I grew up on that hill, Alderley Edge in Cheshire, aware of its magic and accepting it. I didn't know that it wasn't the same for everyone. I didn't know that not all children played, by day and by night, the year long, on a wooded hill where heroes slept in the ground. Yet there were strange things. Below another ancient well, the Holy Well, a rock lies in a bog. It fell from the cliff above in 1740 and made the Garners' cottage shake. It landed on an old woman and her cow that, for some reason, were standing in the bog, and, as a result, are still there. When I was seven, the bog was dangerous for somebody of my size and I once got stuck in it and thought I was going to drown, even though I sank only to my hips; but I managed to reach the rock and to climb up it to where a fallen tree was lodged, which spanned the bog, and by sliding along the trunk I was able to reach firm land. Nearby, under the leaf mould, is a layer of white clay that we used as soap to wash ourselves before we went home after playing. But there wasn't anything I could do about my clothes, and Grandad was not pleased.
The Edge is a land of two worlds: above and below. It took me my childhood to learn about above; when I was 19, I went to learn the wonders of below: a world of darkness and silence, so dark that you can see the lights of brain cells discharging; so silent that blood in the veins can be heard.
Stoneheart by Charlie Fletcher (2007-2009)
A city has many lives and layers. London has more than most. Not all the layers are underground, and not all the lives belong to the living. Twelve-year-old George Chapman is about to find this out the hard way. When, in a tiny act of rebellion, George breaks the head from a stone dragon outside the Natural History Museum, he awakes an ancient power. This power has been dormant for centuries but the results are instant and terrifying: A stone Pterodactyl unpeels from the wall and starts chasing George. He runs for his life but it seems that no one can see what he's running from. No one, except Edie, who is also trapped in this strange world. And this is just the beginning as the statues of London awake
#best fantasy book#poll#the cemeteries of amalo#the children of green knowe#the smoke thieves#mongrels#the door within#a face like glass#squire#dragon's bait#tales of alderly#stoneheart
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do you have anderperry and/or dps headcanons you feel very strongly about?
OH BOY DO I EVER!!!!!
- Neil’s favorite thing to do is come up behind Todd and hug him and just… stay there for any period of time. From anywhere between a minute and the rest of the time they’re in a given place. Todd never comments on it, Neil never explains, it’s just a thing.
- Todd always stands on Neil’s right and vice versa Neil always stands on Todd’s left. If it’s the other way around, no matter what they’re doing, they’ll switch places because it feels wrong.
- Neil gets too caught up in retelling Todd his dreams in the morning so it can take him upwards of ten minutes to do his tie, which sometimes makes him late to leaving, so to combat it Todd started doing Neil’s tie in the morning while he talked.
- Neil and Ginny (and by extension Chet) are cousins by marriage. Does that make sense at all? No. But I do not care.
- Charlie was the tallest of the group up until tenth grade when everyone else got growth spurts and left him in the dust.
- Cameron lives with his grandparents.
- The Anderson family is HUGE (I’m talking 4 pairs of grandparents, 6 aunts, 5 uncles, 8 cousins kind of huge) and Jeff and Todd are the only boys in their generation.
- Jumping off from the last one: Todd’s cousins used to use him as a guinea pig because he was the youngest.
- Mrs. Perry’s first name is Nancy.
- Mr. And Mrs. Anderson are named Patrick and Rebecca respectively.
- Out of the entire group, Pitts is the only one that’s ever actually had a girlfriend by the start of the movie. (For like 3 weeks in 7th grade, but still)
- Ginny and Chris have complete opposite tastes in music and are always exchanging records for the other to see if they like.
- Todd loves snakes.
- Knox jumps a solid half a foot in the air when scared.
- Meeks hates spiders. Charlie loves them. You can imagine how that tends to go down.
- Neil had always wanted a dog but could never get one because his mom has a fur allergy.
- Cameron does origami in his spare time.
- Meeks can’t do a cartwheel and EVERYONE makes fun of him for it.
- Neil had a one-sided beef with Jeff pre-junior year that he could never justify or rationalize until he met Todd.
- Chris does Ginny’s lipgloss for her every morning before school.
- Todd Anderson autism + Neil Perry AuDHD is real TO ME.
- Neil and Todd can’t be alone together for longer than five minutes without breaking out into hysterical laughter over essentially nothing.
- Neil and Charlie once tried to convince a store clerk they were orphan brothers for free ice cream. It did not work.
- Todd can’t cook for shit and is on ‘handing-people-things-they-need’ duty. Neil can cook just barely. Cameron, somehow, is a master chef. Knox consistently nicks his fingers with knives and is no longer allowed in the kitchen.
- In a modern setting, Knox would absolutely have two moms.
- Neil and Todd’s wardrobes have essentially morphed into one singular wardrobe and they can’t differentiate what belongs to who anymore. They’ve stopped caring and just wear each others clothes if they want to.
- Neil is a master at drunk karaoke. Charlie is a master at drunkenly pressuring Neil into doing drunk karaoke.
- The ribbon Chris wears in her hair is a gift from Ginny.
- Pitts is almost scarily good at checkers.
- Charlie can hold his breath for almost three minutes.
- Neil is a biter.
- ‘Spazs’ name is Eugene, Stick’s name is Roy, Hopkins’ first name is Albert.
- Keating’s implied british wife(?) is named Jessica.
- Charlie is the only one of the guys that can SOMEWHAT dance.
- More often than not, Todd is actually the one to reach out and hold Neil’s hand rather than the other way around.
- Todd’s middle name is Augustus.
And that’s all the ones I can remember right now!!! Questions, comments, concerns?????
#jareth#dps#dead poets society#anderperry#chrisginny#neil perry#todd anderson#charlie dalton#richard cameron#gerard pitts#steven meeks#stephen meeks#knox overstreet#chris noel#ginny danburry#chet danburry#john keating
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Look, I never really got emotionally attached to Bridgerton as a show, which is also why I never went and read the books, but the sneaky peeks these days remind me how very attached I was to my three "Spinster Society" OCs and their storylines 🥹
Ms. Kitty Turner - illegitimate bastard daughter of the late Lord Bridgerton's brother, who - following a string of rather sad events - happened to grow up with her flock of picture perfect Bridgerton cousins.
When it's time for her cousin Daphne to debut, her cousin Anthony as new head of the family makes the decision not to let Kitty debut alongside his sister.
Worried both about what the merciless gossip machine of the ton might do to her and about what such a ruckus could do to Daphne's prospects, he thinks it best to keep her on the periphery of things.
Alas, Queen Charlotte has other ideas ("I believe we are missing a young lady today...") and commands Kitty debuts along with the others.
The young lady in question however is less than thrilled. She had been looking forward to spending the season in peace and with her two best friends. Learning that Poppy is in France and won't be joining them is bad enough, now she has to prance around like a show pony and make nice with spoiled young men who either wouldn't court her even if their life depended on it or who see her as nothing but an exotic notch to put on her belt.
And when it seems that the rakish Duke of Hastings is making the moves on her very innocent cousin, Kitty fears that this season she really has her work cut out for her...
(In which the scene in the maze really is just a misunderstanding and a certain someone declares his intention to marry a certain bastard in front of the Queen and a crowd of people expecting him to propose to The Diamond™️. Also no one is being raped in this one and pulling out is not contraception, thank you ☝️)
Ms. Poppy Featherington (yes, I know Poppy is also an abbreviation for Penelope shhhht 🤫) - the oldest Featherington daughter used to be her mother's favourite, mostly because the ton was certain that out of all the sisters she was the most likely to strike a notable match. Her mother even harboured hopes that she might be the one to finally tie that inseparable bond with the Bridgertons, when her eldest daughter stroke up a surprising friendship with the future Viscount.
But following her debut season - a season without a match, might we add - she did not return to the ton the following year, chosing instead to study in France, according to her mother.
When she returns for what is supposed to be the season of Miss Edwina Sharma, she is a changed woman - earnest and almost reclusive, without patience for her mother's meddling to intervene with Anthony's and Edwina's budding courtship and opening up only to her best friend Kitty - the new Duchess of Hasting - and her cousin Charlie.
But even they aren't privy to her biggest secret - and the real reason she was missing from the merry and the crazy of the ton for so long...
Mr. Charlie Featherington - cousin of the Featherington bunch, oldest member of the "Spinster Society" and a definite favourite of the ton in recent seasons.
Alas, where in the first few years people were aghast as to why someone like him - handsome and kind, with a sweet smiley and dreamy eyes - hadn't found himself a wife yet, more recently hushed rumours have been starting to circulate behind close doors as to why the young man might not be in a hurry to marry.
Benedict Bridgerton - fully occupied by his family's own dramas and scandals and thus blissfully unaware of most of the ton's secrets, lies and cause for rage - is happy to find a likeminded friend in passionate writer and artistic soul Charlie, as well as someone who is not afraid to be frank about his opinions on Benedict's art.
But soon Benedict sees reason to question Charlie's feelings for him - and yet more importantly, the way he feels about the sweet, young man who seems to be so utterly at peace with the implications of living out his days a "Bachelor".
#my OCs#my writing#kitty turner#poppy featherington#charlie featherington#I was at the hair dressers and had nothing but time#and feelings#Bridgerton#bridgerton oc
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Top gun 50s/early 60s AU but it's also a boarding school AU.
There's a separate boys and girls school but they kind of interlink, they do dances together and stuff so think like the two schools in Heartstopper and how they're close by and do social stuff together
Carole is a scholarship student, she's a bookworm who has those big glasses and a gap toothed smile. Her roommate is Penny, a nepotism baby with a dad who got offered the role of an Admiral after his excellence as a Captain in The War, she's very sporty and more butch, or as much as she can be in the late 50s/early 60s, as she has 4 brothers.
Carole's friends with the other scholarship kid, Charlotte Blackwood, who's detemined to make it into college even if her parents really don't think that's a woman's place. She's got a weekend job in town and saves all her money up for fancy clothes, bright red lipstick, satin dresses with fur trims and does her hair like Marilyn Monroe. Her roommate is one, Elizabeth Corday, a british student who just wants to be a surgeon like her dad
In the boy's school we have Nick Bradshaw and his cousin, Mark Greene, both kids with dad's in the military. Goose is called that for how he sneaked a goose into the girls dorms during a prank war.
He's best friends with Pete Mitchell, sent to the school by an aunt who just wants him out of the way like everyone. Last year he dormed with goose but this year, let's say their junior year so 16-17, he's been paired with Tom Kazansky, determined to be an Admiral just like his dad.
But Goose realises he not only likes rock and roll, learning to play a lot of songs on the piano much to the teacher's dismay, but also boys. One boy in particular, the Captain of the Football team, Ron Kerner
Ron's a scholarship kid too, he's serious about getting out of his shitty life any way possible and does not have time for dating
Goose goes to the school library with his friend Carole, and finds out that she has a crush on her roommate Penny and, to make it even more taboo for them, her friend Charlie as well
And when his cousin Mark makes the assumption that he's dating her, he gets the brilliant idea to fake their relationship, try to set up their crushes with each other, Charlie with Pete and Penny and Ron, secretly date them behind the scenes, using their double dates as a cover up to go off with their crushes
The only problem is, they have to do this without outing themselves and maybe getting themselves kicked out to conversion therapy *sad 50s noises*
And to add another layer, Penny and Charlie don't even like each other because they're fighting over Pete
Charlie dated him last year, as a cover up and in the poor hope that it will get rid of her outrageous crush on Carole, but showed up after the summer to see him sharing spit with Penny
So they hate each other
But both love Carole
And Carole loves both of them
:(
When hanging out on the weekend, Penny and Carole find themselves alone, one thing leads to another and they end up kissing
Carole still loves Charlie too, and Penny's not giving up her cover with Pete now
At a school dance, Goose, sad that he's still not got closer to Ron, offers her a solution, set Charlie up with Ron, two career focused people who both have an image to up keep
Cue typical rom-com shenanigans, also featuring Carole and Penny cuddling for warmth in winter, Goose watching Ron train and going fully red when he walks over and smiles, all covered in sweat
Eventually, Goose kisses Ron, he teaches him a bit of piano and tries to show him that he can still have his golden future and have fun at the same time
Also Icemav get together in the background
Eventually we get a grease like situation in terms of friendship, but charenrole, sloose and icemav together secretly
Also Mark and Elizabeth get together too, but that's really in the background, just got to sprinkle in my love for ER wherever I can lol
#top gun#sloose#charenrole#icemav#penrole#charole#nick goose bradshaw#nick bradshaw#ron slider kerner#ron kerner#carole bradshaw#charlie blackwood#penny benjamin#mark greene#elizabeth corday#pete maverick mitchell#pete mitchell#tom iceman kazansky#tom kazansky#50s au#boaring school au#bear writes#goose top gun#slider top gun#maverick mitchell#iceman kazansky#got a skirt that gives me major carole vibes#when i wear it with a sweater vest and a polo shirt it's amazing#also can you tell this is kind of dead poets society inspired?#love that film
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