#but Gil absolutely is ready to fuck shit up

[softquietsteadylove]

omg I love possessive Gil in your 10 things AU so much🥵 can you please write more smut like that? (with any AU you want)💌❤️‍🔥

Thena laughed at the man's joke, who was happy to receive her payment with a sleek smile. His hand even floated down to her shoulder. Their exchange continued, but that hand felt the need to linger.

Gil watched it the entire time.

Thena was on her doctor mandated break, from both performing and even teaching for at least two weeks. He was happy to take care of her at home, but almost at the end of her time off, she was getting restless. So, seeing a show seemed like a great idea.

Thena had a great time--at least he thought she did. He had asked if she knew anyone in it but she hadn't recognised any names from the show program. That made this even worse.

The male lead had just happened to recognise Thena, purely from running in similar professional circles. Gil was proud of it! She was an amazing ballerina, of course she should be recognised for it. That wasn't the problem. This guy was the problem.

"I'm honoured I could finally meet the Swan herself," he schmoozed right in her face.

Gil tugged at his tie. He called her that, thank you.

"I've seen so many of your shows, I should be the one dying to meet you," he continued. His hand left Thena's shoulder, but only to trail down her arm to clasp her hand in his. He was really pushing it.

"Nonsense, you're the crown jewel of your company," she countered his flattery, although she hadn't yanked her hand out of his yet, much to Gil's distaste.

"If only I were the crown jewel of yours." Okay, this guy definitely knew what he was doing. Gil stood straighter as the man even raised Thena's hand to his lips.

"Oh," she blinked, blushing faintly as he did so.

Gil cleared his throat loudly. He had stood by for enough of this. He moved in without a thought to the jostling of everyone. He elbowed the man out of his way and captured Thena's waist in his arm. "Sorry, we're late for something."

"Gil!"

"Of course," the man sighed dramatically. He waved as Thena was dragged away from him. "It was a pleasure, ma cherie!"

"I'll show you pleasure.

"Gilgamesh," Thena huffed as he ushered her into an empty dressing room and slammed the door behind them. "What is-!"

He pulled her close, taking her lips in his. He cushioned the back of her head with his hand, although her back hit the door as he pressed as close as he could get.

Thena moaned against his lips, their tongues moving fluidly and her hands on his cheeks. Her shoulders bunched up, surprised by his urgency.

He moved his shoulders, eager to get her elbows out of his way. He moved his hands from her waist to grasp her behind through the light layers of her pretty dress.

"Gil!" she all but yelped. He hoisted her, hands grasping her behind so he could move them from the door to the mirror. He plunked her down onto the table of it, her shoulders pressed against the cold glass. She gasped. "What are you doing?!"

But he wasn't in the mood. He was in a very different mood. He grasped the insides of her knees to help them wind around him. These things were the perfect height. "You want pleasure?"

"Gil," Thena attempted to scold him, but he could watch the tiny twitches in her face as he trailed his hand up the inside of her thigh.

"You can have it," he breathed into her ear. He dragged his teeth over it, enjoying the flush of red that followed. She shivered. He used the other hand to trail over where he had watched that asshole do exactly the same. He would replace that man's touch on Thena's body with his own. "Because you're mine."

"Gil," she bit her lip as he latched onto her neck. His one hand continued to trail lightly from her hand up to her shoulder, back and forth, up and down, so lightly it was almost ticklish. But he reached her shoulder and planted it more firmly. "We can't."

"What did I just say?" he whispered roughly, his other hand reaching its goal and easily pushing aside the white lace she was wearing. He remembered it well; he had watched her select that exact set and then joke about not going.

Thena whimpered as he skipped any sort of warm up and instead pushed in just the tips of his fingers first.

"Miss Thena," he teased, pushing in to the second knuckle. "What did I tell you?"

"You're mine," she panted, her hands finally moving up his chest and around his neck to his back to pull him closer.

He chuckled. It was close enough. He liked rendering his Swan all ruffled and speechless. He dove, dragging his teeth from her neck down her clavicle to her cleavage. "I said you're mine."

Thena let out a deeper moan as he pushed his fingers in completely, simultaneously using his teeth to drag down the front of her dress. It had been sitting just off her shoulders, teasing him all night.

He reached for the back zipper, freeing her breasts completely. Its tightness had offered her some lift. He admired the way they bounced, now at gravity's mercy again.

"Gil, please," she whimpered, moving her hips with his fingers.

He could multitask. He continued to watch the rhythm of her breasts, eventually bending his head to take a nipple between his teeth. He bit a little more firmly than necessary. Her back arched but he pushed his thumb into the dip of her collar bone, not needing any pressure to keep her shoulders against the mirror. It was fogging up.

Thena whined as he pulled his fingers away. She was panting for breath and a light sheen was fighting the setting layer of her makeup. "Jealous and a tease?"

If he could give her behind a little smack, he would. But he kept her firmly planted on it, deliberately pulling both hands away from her to undo his belt. She watched with hunger in her eyes. "This what you want?"

She nodded.

He undid his suit trousers, pulling himself out and grasping himself at the base. Fuck, he was hard. "Say it."

"I want you," she managed, her voice full of breath.

He bent her knees more, forcing the skirt of her dress up and out of his way. He gripped the flesh of her inner thigh, a fine mix of natural fat and firm muscle. It clenched as he massaged little circles with his thumb closer and closer to her hip. "Ask for it."

A flash of stubbornness passed over her. He raised his eyebrows, just touching his tip to her warmth.

Her eyes lowered as she looped her arms around his neck, "please, Gil?"

"Please," he moved closer to her ear again, letting her fold her swanly form around him. He nipped at her earring, "what?"

"Please," she whimpered again, the red from her ears shooting down her neck. "Fuck me."

"Good girl," he congratulated her as he pushed in. She moaned, her knees tightening around him before stretching out and then closing in again. "You're mine, aren't you?"

"Yes," she gasped, her whole body adjusting to him in this position as he kissed along her throat.

"And this," he grinned, rolling his hips and hitting up and forward within her. Oh, this was a good spot. She tightened around him and he nipped at her cleavage again in thanks. "This is mine."

"Yes," she moaned, trying to urge him into moving more.

He leaned forward, pushing them both more firmly against the mirror behind them. It was completely fogged up from their heat now. Thena's bare shoulders squeaked against the glass. "All mine?"

"Yes," she whined, digging her heel into the back of his thigh.

"Say it," he teased again, moving lightly, as if they had all the time in the world for him to fuck her in a strange theatre full of other patrons.

"I'm all yours."

"Good."

Gil slammed their hips together, picking up a completely frantic pace. He gripped his arm around Thena, keeping her at the perfect precipice, close enough to the edge for him to push all the way in but also safely planted on the counterspace. These things were not meant to be fucked on; he could hear the braces of it in the wall as they moved.

Thena made a buffet of sounds for him to enjoy. Her head rotated between leaning down, searching for him, and pressing the bun in her hair against the mirror, smearing the steam. "Gil!"

He ran his hand down her arm again, bringing her hand to his lips, then her wrist, then up her arm. "Mine, mine, mine."

"Yours," she repeated back to him. He wasn't sure she was really in the depths of territorial need like he was. But so long as she was enjoying herself, that was what mattered. "Fuck, Gil, I'm-"

"Coming?" he snarled, trailing his tongue from between her breasts and up her neck. He nipped at the sharp angle of her jawbone. "On whose cock?"

"Yours," she answered again, although her voice was so breathy and high in pitch it was getting hard to hear her.

"Say it," he grunted, changing angle, pushing the top of his head down and burying his face in her breasts. Her fingers ran through his hair.

"Your cock, yours," she obeyed, pulsing around him frantically. He gripped her hips and pulled her, slamming and grinding them together where they were joined. Her shoulders slipped down and she gripped the corners of the counter edge as she came.

Gil held her by the waist, lifting her bottom half completely to keep them firmly joined. He came with her, both of them erupting with nowhere to go. He opened his eyes slowly, coming down from the high as they both gasped for breath.

The skirt of her dress pooled around their hips and drooped down from where he was holding her. But he heard a faint dripping sound that made him feel positively feral.

Thena attempted to call out his name, but she was shaking all over, especially her arms. He moved closer again, helping support her again. She leaned over him, her back to the mirror and her front to his chest. She whimpered as he slipped out of her.

Gil examined the damage, slipping her panties back into place, not that she didn't squirm at that. He glanced briefly at the floor as he stuffed himself back into his trousers and did up his belt.

Thena cleared her throat. He looked at her and she looked positively scandalised. Although, her glaring and pouting would do a lot more if she weren't so flushed, and such a cute shade of pink. "Gil."

He chuckled, knowing exactly what she was asking. "Yes, Miss Thena."

She looked away as he wiped the evidence of them off the floor. Her legs were crossed and she was gripping the skirt of her dress over her lap. "I like this dress, you know."

"I'll have it dry cleaned, Gorgeous," he promised, kissing her cheek as he gently helped her slide off the counter. Her heels hit the floor but they clattered and skidded as she struggled to stand upright. "You got it?"

She grumbled into his chest, trying to find the strength in her knees.

"Hm?" he hummed, observing the top of her head and how even her bun was a little messed up now. He picked at it, trying to make it seem more deliberate. She swatted his hand away.

"I said you were insufferable," she huffed as she finally managed to take two straight steps without wobbling.

No, watching some stranger paw at his girlfriend was insufferable. This was quite pleasurable, if he did say so himself. He tilted his head as Thena paused at the door. "Sweetheart?"

She turned, positioning herself behind him. "Tell me if it's all clear."

His poor Thena. She could be so adventurous at times, but when it came to the consequences of their lovemaking, she would prefer not to deal with them. He gripped the handle, ready to strut his stuff.

[blutpop]

was looking thru ur art earlier and I think its so funny that while you have trans manlet gil, i headcanon trans manlet roderich. they r simply mlm (manlet4manlet)

yes...................... good.......... trans manlet headcanon gang............. hehehehehehehehehehehe rubs hands together evilly >:)

also finally fun opportunity to talk about this because we do need more trans manlet bitches up here right?

watch me go on a fucjing tangent are u ready

first off with trans manlet gilbert: im projecting bros. but also?? i just find it super fucking funny. gilbert, with his personality, would absolutely HATE being shorter than other people AND not being cis, so i'm putting him through the torture chambers with this one - but i also think he'd be an absolute menace about it, y'know??

another thing is, i just like making every variation of prussia a tiny little shit in my brain (julia, teutonic order, nekotalia, etc.)

now i want to talk about trans manlet roderich because this one's interesting - i love this idea but i think gilbert would be transphobic about it which, in my brain, is funny as fuck (not condoning transphobia, this is for the sole purpose of how they mix like oil and water sometimes) because also in my silly little mind, this is caused by gilbert having internalised homo/transphobia........... and seeing how pruaus is like giving either of us crack, how the fuck would pruaus happen here???? enemies to mf lovers baby!!!!! along woth internalised homo/transphobia, i think gil would do this to try getting over any feelings he has for roderich which yeah. awful coping mechanism, GREAT GOING M8 👏👏👏

here r my thoughts but gil fucks off:

it makes sense. like rod is the kind of guy youll see and think, "oh, maybe? is he?" or, you'd just get confused about his gender (which im gonna be real actually slaps, its so funny when they're like "oh shit is that a dude or a girl.......... o_o"). but i also feel like he'd face so much transphobia which could explain why he wouldn't go outside often (evident by his lack of direction & introversion, imo. unless it was stated somewhere but shut up im braining) and probably wont until after he fully transitions which, fair enough.

anyways thats my spiel on the trans manlets

tl;dr im a sadist

[strangefellows]

Hmm Artoria, Emiya (servant), Nagito, and Elidibus

First impression

Artoria: KING ARTHUR AS A GIRL????????? Okay you know what that could absolutely work, let's see how this goes.

Emiya: .........oh shit. Just. Just that, in the most resigned tone of voice humanly possible. Especially when he opened his mouth and I heard his seiyuu.

Nagito: Oh, he's fluffy! But also fandom is weird as fuck about him I do not trust like this....

Elidibus: ASCIAN! Interesting one, clearly evil, but also...helpful? Hmmmmm.

Impression now

Artoria: My god, I love her. I love you girl, I'd kill for you girl, you need to treat yourself better girl. Girl. Girl you had to deal with so much lunacy in that kingdom I love you please go take a nap. Love yourself.

Emiya: lies slowly down on the floor and cries into the carpet, good lord i love this stupid fucking depressed traumatized big brother idiot man.

Nagito: MY BOY MY CHILD MY POOR SWEET FUCKED UP BABY I DON'T CARE HOW WEIRD FANDOM IS ABOUT YOU I CHERISH YOU ANYWAY

Elidibus: [uncontrollable sobbing] THEMIS MY BABY BROTHER I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUU

Favorite moment

Artoria: I don't have a standout moment for her? She's just lowkey amazing the whole time, frankly.

Emiya: His final fight with Shirou, that whole backstory dump speech, every time his theme starts pumping. But also his entire existence in the Servant Summercamp event is pure distilled joy, I love when they roast him for UBW.

Nagito: His almost-confession, how absolutely 100% Done he is with Mikan in chapter 3's trial, that one condescending talksprite, how ready he was in DR3 Despair Arc to fucking murder the shit out of Junko...everything about his OVA...

Elidibus: 5.3, just...5.3. All of it. Also the bit in Pande part 1 where he fucking punches the floor to dispel the binding, CHILD I love that shit.

Idea for a story

Artoria: Like I said, I desperately need Camelot shenanigans, I also want to write stuff with her and PHH Vortigern post LB6 loredrops. I also also want to sit her the fuck down and shake her until she realizes Camelot falling wasn't something she needs to fix.

Emiya: Give this man a fucking vacation let him be a stupid college student let him have fun he deserves it.

Nagito: I still have that 'Nagito didn't get Despair'd back in the beginning and works with the Future Foundation to save his class' AU rent free in my head...

Elidibus: MORE THEMIS SHENANIGANS PLEASE GOD

Unpopular opinion

Artoria: She is NOT WAIFU BAIT SHE IS A PERFECTLY GOOD AND REASONABLE INTERPRETATION OF WHAT IF ARTHUR HAD BEEN A WOMAN AND IT WORKS VERY WELL AND I LOVE HER AND SHE'S EXTREMELY WELL HANDLED THANK YOU

Emiya: He's not an edgy hardcore badass, dudebros, he's not cool and he's not admirable and you don't wanna be him, he's a traumatized fucked up 20something but also ancient immortal cleaner who desperately wanted to die badly enough he was going to try to kill his past self even knowing there was a good chance it wouldn't work, but also kind of hoping it didn't anyway. He's a mess, and I love him for it. Also I don't ship him and Cu.

Nagito: OH GOD OH JESUS WE DO NOT WANT TO OPEN THIS CAN OF WORMS, EVERYONE. Just know I hate 95% of fandom opinions on him.

Elidibus: There's been a lot of pushback on this, so it's becoming more popular but I'll just reiterate: HE'S NOT A LITERAL CHILD. Also, I don't really ship him and Erich? Cute friendship tho!

Favorite relationship

Artoria: Her and Rin and Shirou, her and Merlin, her and her knights. Her and Mordred, poor kid. I'd love to see her interact with Oberon Vortigern for obvious Vortigern reasons.

Emiya: Him and Shirou and Artoria and Rin, but also like I've said, the Gil Cu Emiya idiot trio gives me all kinds of life.

Nagito: KOMAHINANAMI!!!!!!!!!! But also his friendship with Fuyuhiko is absolutely amazing.

Elidibus: The unsundered, yes, and also Themis and Azem.

Favorite headcanon

Artoria: She met her uncle Vortigern when she was veeeeery little, before she went to Ector and Kay, and he gave her her first hair ribbon because he wore one too.

Emiya: He has a scar through his eyebrow that neither Shirou nor Emiya Alter have, it's the one thing that's completely one hundred percent his, not something he has to share with a double.

Nagito: He needs glasses very badly, he just loses or breaks them enough he goes without. Who needs contacts?

Elidibus: Themis and my personal Azem are blood siblings and both the sons of Venat and potentially a certain other Convocation member who will remain unnamed because neither Themis nor Azem know who their dad is, but it makes Pande hilarious. :)

[mrs-hollandstan]

Make Me Love You || Frat Boy!Tom [epilogue]

Warnings: sexual comments, pregnancy and children, marriage and weddings, just cuteness, mentions of IVF, mentions of parental issues, language, mentions of marital issues, mentions of fuckboy!Tommo

Word Count: 7,996

Author's Note: Thank you, thank you, thank you, for those that have stuck with me through all of this. It's been a journey and I'm so grateful for those that stayed for the whole thing. This series has been such an important part of my life and writing and I don't know how I'll function without it, but I'm grateful to have finished it and gotten it out there for others to enjoy. 💖

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                                          Welcome to Our Forever

                                               Thomas & Y/F/N 

                                                August 5, 2023 

White roses and eucalyptus line the wooden board announcing your wedding to the man of your dreams. Maybe not the best decision to have a summer wedding, but Harrison and Ivey had only wed some three months before, and you refused to take away her shine. As it was, when she sat beside you in her auburn colored dress to have her hair and makeup done, she was glowing, reminiscing on her big day with a brand new wedding band to go with her engagement/wedding ring, and a new ID showcasing the Ivey Eleanor Osterfield namesake. 

It wasn't necessarily the first time you four girls had been together since graduation, but the time that you spent together had dwindled since going out into the real world. Phoebe was making bank as an emergency room nurse at UW Emergency just off campus and she and Keaton had started living together in University District. Cole had moved Scarlett into his apartment once Keaton had moved out and she's been working as a financial analyst the past two years. He'd mentioned proposing to her, but hadn't officially done so yet. Ivey and Harrison were living in an apartment not far from you and Tom, Harrison working at the Seattle Art Museum, and not too far from him, Ivey was working as an editor in downtown Seattle. Still, after two years, the four of you were meeting up for date night often, you and Ivey mostly discussing wedding plans and crazy stories from your day, while the boys talked sports and alcohol. 

Since graduation, you and Tom had adopted a little gray pitbull from a local shelter, similar to Tessa, whom you named Rosir. With the help of your dad and the first few paychecks from your therapy office, you were able to purchase a car, a Subaru Crosstrek, which you and Tom used for weekend getaways and vacations. He'd even taken the time to revisit the same house he and the group stayed in in Oregon two springs ago with you. 

"You remember how you told me you wanted something like Ivey and Harrison that night shit went to hell?" He had asked you as you lay in bed one night, bare chests pressed together and Rosie laying just off to your side on the floor, squeaking her toy. You had hummed and nodded, leaning on his chest, 

"I regret that." 

"Don't say that. I just hope that it's been better than what they have. I've tried to make you happy." You smiled up at him and nodded, 

"I've never been happier than I am now." You had reassured him. He'd smiled and leaned in to kiss you. You'd discussed the shitshow that was the last two years of your relationship and how now, you couldn't see being with anyone else and you were convinced that your kids wouldn't have what you did, with a fractured family. Most of Tom's wounds had healed and he was focused on you, his career path, and your future. You were putting everything that had happened in the past behind you for the better now, focusing on your wedding, your marriage, the future. 

"You nervous?" Phoebe asks as an artist drags a brush with eyeshadow across her lids. You shrug as you're drawn from your haze, 

"Less nervous about marrying him than I am about graduation." You admit. She smiles, 

"I'm in love with you two. He's fucking lucky to have you." She murmurs, closing her eyes again. Ivey sighs, 

"I think you've beaten me out at being the most gorgeous on your wedding day." 

"No, don't say that. You were absolutely stunning." 

"Yeah, but are you seeing yourself? Tom is going to lose his shit." She explains. You smile, staring at yourself in the mirror as your makeup artist brushes blush along your cheeks. You giggle, 

"Okay, fine, I do look hot." You murmur. The three of you laugh along before Scarlett sighs and moves into the room, 

"Your dad and Cole are fighting again." You roll your eyes, 

"I almost just wish they hadn't tried to reconcile." You tell her. She smiles, 

"I mean... at least they're trying for you and all of our future kids." She reasons. You sigh, 

"Yeah, I guess." She sits behind the three of you, waiting until you're all finished before she helps you slide into the a-line dress you'd chosen, the girls gasping, 

"Oh Y/N, you look gorgeous." Ivey says. Phoebe and Scarlett agree and when Nikki enters the room, she gasps and covers her mouth, tears springing into her eyes, 

"Oh Y/N darling..." She mumbles. You smile, taking her hands when she approaches, 

"Do you think he'll like it?" You ask her about her son. She nods, sniffling softly, 

"Oh I think you could wear a burlap bag and he'd think you were exquisite, but this..." She nods, "he'll absolutely love you in this." She assures. You smile, 

"Great. You look amazing yourself." You tell her, looking her over in her maroon colored mother-in-law dress, 

"Well thank you sweetheart." She murmurs, a dusting of red coating her cheeks. She clears her throat, 

"I uhm, I have something for you." She says. It's only then that you notice the worn black box in her hands. You follow her to the small couch, sitting just beside her before she opens the box and reveals an old pearl necklace, "My grandmother got this as a gift and it's been passed down through our family. My mother wore it on her wedding day, I wore it on my wedding day. If you'd like... I want you to have it, wear it today and any day in the future as my first daughter-in-law." She tells you. You stare at it, mouth agape, 

"Oh gosh... Nikki... are you sure?" She nods immediately, 

"Of course. They're to be passed down. Hopefully you get a daughter to do the same to and the tradition can continue in our family." She tells you. You dab at your eyes with a tissue, 

"Thank you so much. It's beautiful." You tell her, moving forward to hug her. She hugs you back, kissing your cheek softly. She helps you latch it around your neck and by then, the girls are completely ready, 

"It's time Y/N/N." Ivey tells you with a cock of her head. You take a deep breath, 

"Gosh... really?" She shoots you a sympathetic smile and nods, 

"Fortunately." She tells you. You allow Nikki to fasten your veil into your hair and hand you your bouquet, the girls each collecting theirs before you stand before the full length mirror, staring at yourself. You take a deep breath, 

"The next time I step foot into this room, I will be Mrs. Tom Holland." You murmur more to yourself more than anyone. You watch Ivey smile in the mirror before you turn to them and nod, 

"Okay, I think I'm ready." You tell them. They each nod before leading you from the room, walking the short distance to where the boys are waiting at the end of the hall. Tom had more groomsmen than you had bridesmaids, but you didn't really care. Three of his seven groomsmen were walking alone, his brothers leading the pack down the aisle together. You honestly thought it was cute. Cole maneuvered his way over to you to kiss your cheek as your father appeared, 

"You look beautiful." He tells you. You smile, glancing up at your dad, 

"Thanks Cole." 

"You know mom would be more than proud of you." He reminds you. You nod, indicating to the veil, 

"And she's with me." When your dad had offered up the diamond encrusted lacy material your mother had bought for her own special day, you sobbed and agreed without a second thought. It was such a simple yet meaningful gesture, especially coming from your dad and you haven't thought twice about it since. Cole's eyes are glistening as he nods and Scarlett slips her hand in his bicep. 

Sam, Harry, and Paddy are the first down the aisle together, Tom's smile wide when he sees them. Ivey and Harrison are the first couple down the aisle with her as your matron of honor. Scarlett and Cole are next with her being your maid of honor, but you told Phoebe she was also your maid of honor. You weren't letting her feel left out in this situation. Gil was last down the aisle, helping your flower girl and ring bearer, both younger cousins of yours, down to their respective sides. You take a deep breath as you watch Tom stand at the head of the aisle, nervously swaying side to side, hands clasped in front of him. Your father flexes his bicep to imitate a squeeze, 

"Don't pass out on me. At least let me get you to him." He jokes. You smile, 

"Course not. But... this is the last time your little girl will be a Y/L/N." You tell him. He hums, glancing down at you when you look up, 

"You'll always be a Y/L/N, but I'm okay with you being a Holland. Tom is a good man." He reminds you. You smile and nod, 

"I agree." You murmur before "Canon In D" starts, giving you your cue. You take another deep breath before your father starts the walk, and all of your guests stand. Your dad reaches out and pats your hand as you walk out into the sunlight, your videographer (thank you dad) crouching beside your fiancè to capture his reaction which is quite honestly, the sweetest, most heart touching thing you've ever seen. He reaches up to brush his tears away, pivoting from foot to foot quicker as he takes a deep breath and blinks away the flood of tears that threaten to spill. You smile up at him, walking steadily with your father until you're standing just before him. He takes a deep breath as your minister asks who gives you away. Your father replies and hands you to Tom who helps you onto the small pedestal across from him. He sniffles softly, staring down at you with so much love in his eyes. 

The ceremony progresses quickly and before you know it, you're announced as Mrs. Tom Holland. Tom smiles wide before he's wrapping an arm around your waist, the other curled up your back as he dips you, sealing your deal with a final kiss. You hold him to you, staring up into his eyes when he stands you straight before he pivots on his feet, smile as wide as it can get as you're announced as husband and wife. He gives your hand a squeeze and waves it in the air as your guests cheer and clap. 

You scurry off, holding onto Tom as he kisses you over and over again and continuously tells you how beautiful you look while your wedding party makes their way back down the aisle, your bridesmaids and his groomsmen all crowding around you with congratulations thrown your way. You flaunt the ring, and before the guests pour from your venue and towards the large brick building for the reception, Tom's family and your dad and Heidi follow your wedding party to the designated picture area. 

The pictures, you can tell, are going to be absolutely gorgeous. Harry and Nikki were both more than happy to be the wedding photographers, and absolutely denied being paid for the work. But you'd seen sneak peeks of some of the shots they'd snapped of your wedding party and you were in love. You'd finally sobbed, and Tom had let you when Nikki flashed you a photo of yours and Tom's foreheads pressed together, his hand brushing along your cheek, wedding band shown off blatantly. It hadn't hit you, how serious getting married was and now it was. 

You'd been the last to depart the area where your professional photos were taken, Nikki and Harry leaving you for a private moment to yourselves, the first in nearly two days since the boys stole him and the girls had stolen you. You'd stood in silence for a moment, admiring the scenery of the woods around you before he'd untucked a hand from his pocket and reached out for yours. You'd threaded your fingers together, 

"Has this been the wedding of your dreams so far?" He asks softly. You smile, nodding, 

"Since I was a little girl I dreamed of marrying a prince. Now I have him, and this," You gesture around you, "This is more than I could ever ask for. It's been beautiful so far and merging our families has been a dream." You tell him, taking a step closer to him. His smile widens, 

"Good." He murmurs. Standing on your toes, you lean in and kiss him. He hums, 

"Can't believe I married the girl of my dreams." He murmurs. You giggle, 

"It is all very surreal. All of the times we talked about marriage and kids and now we're here, doing it." 

"Hell yeah, I don't fuck around." He jokes. You roll your eyes, 

"But... now that we have a moment... what do you think of the dress? Your mom said I could wear a bag and you'd still think I look stunning." 

"Oh definitely, but... yes... this is absolutely gorgeous. You look stunning darling. More so than ever." He tells you, holding you at arms length to look you over. You twirl for him, the bodice of your dress flourishing around you and Tom smiles, 

"So beautiful." Dragging you back in, he leans in to kiss you, arms bound around your waist, your hands rested on his shoulders, smoothing down them. He hums, 

"We should sneak off and have married sex now." You giggle, tipping your head back which draws him in to trailing kisses down your throat, 

"Yeah, I'd like to see you try and do a quickie in this dress. You'll get lost in it." You tell him. He chuckles, 

"I believe you. You've got a lot of tulle goin on here." Nodding, your rest your hands atop his shoulders, staring up at him, 

"You've made me so happy the past four years... I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you." You tell him. He smiles, 

"The feeling is so fucking mutual." He tells you, hands curled around your back. He presses his forehead to yours and sighs, 

"I promise to make you happy every day of my life. You mean the world to me." He tells you. You sway him softly, holding his waist, 

"I promise to do the same." 

"And after tonight, we'll go to Fiji and have a good time, just the two of us, and then we'll come back and try for a baby." He starts. You giggle again, 

"You have our whole lives planned out then huh?" You ask. He nods, 

"Definitely. Won't be long now before we're house hunting and moving a sweet little babe in." He murmurs in your ear. You sigh, 

"Is it bad that I kinda wanna stay in the apartment for a little while after having a baby?" You ask. His eyebrows furrow and he shakes his head, 

"No, not really. We... did talk about turning that spare into a nursery for her. We could go through with it." 

"And we're still stuck on them being a her huh? You do know I'll kill you if we have a boy first and you even think about being disappointed." You tell him. He hums, eyebrows knitting together again, 

"No, of course not, I would never. Any baby that comes from you is loved by me darling. You don't have to worry about it." He confirms. You nod, letting the silence permeate between you for a moment before you sigh, 

"We should probably be heading back. No one can do anything without us." You tell him. He chews the inside of his lip for a moment before sighing himself and nodding, 

"Yeah... let's go get a beer." Smiling, you hold your hand out for his again, lacing your fingers with his. He smiles as the prongs of your ring scrape against the pad of his finger and you give a tug of his hand to lead him up the trodden path towards your reception. Once on the concrete, leading up to the building, Tom squeezes your hand, glancing at the sign announcing you as husband and wife, 

"I cannot believe I am Mrs. Thomas Stanley Holland." You say. He chuckles again, 

"Sounds so fucking amazing." He tells you. You smile, 

"It does. I get to change my nameplate at work. Mrs. Y/N Holland. So exciting." He smiles before you round a corner and your wedding party is there, beers in hand and cheering directed your way. Tom waves his hand, cheeks flushing red and chuckles leaving his lips, 

"Stop, stop-" 

"You're a married man now Tommo!" Haz starts, 

"Yeah, what happened to the forever bachelor thing? Who are you and what have you done with our Tom?" Gil jokes. Tom rolls his eyes, 

"A beautiful girl crashed the party and roped my ass in." He admits. You smile and accept a beer from Cole, another handed to Tom, 

"Well congrats. You two make a beautiful couple. And... now you're my brother." He tells Tom, dragging him in for a hug. You smile, watching your husband and brother hug before Cole turns to you, 

"And you look beautiful Y/N/N. Mom is so so so fucking proud of you. I just know it." He tells you again. He leans in and kisses your cheek. Ivey pops up from inside the venue, 

"Alright guys. We're headed inside. Back into formation." You smile, looping your arm through Tom's. You'd chosen to have your DJ announce your wedding party, the group dancing in and once you make your way inside, it leads into your first dance. The other Holland boys lead, both sides of the families laughing at their antics. Ivey and Harrison follow, then Scarlett and Cole, and Keaton and Phoebe, finishing with Gil. Tom squeezes your hand in his arm as the DJ speaks again, 

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for, I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Tom Holland!" He cheers, the roaring from your guests loud as Tom escorts you in the door, twirling you and showing you off to your family. Your cheeks hurt from the smile you carry and Tom let's out an airy laugh as you hand your bouquet off to Ivey and he wraps you in his arms, holding your body close as the first notes of your first dance song play through the speakers, all eyes on you. But none of it matters. All that matters are the chocolate colored eyes you know every inch of. The ones you've come to love and the ones you get to stare into for the rest of your life. He's yours, and you're his, and this is what forever feels like. 

                                                          --- 

You giggle and cling to Tom as he carries you across the threshold of your suite. He gently sets you on the bed, watching you lay out beneath him, 

"So stunning." He murmurs. You roll your eyes and sit up a little to pull your veil off, 

"I see the cheesiness hasn't dissipated." 

"Well no. It'll only get worse from here. Instead of taking it as my girlfriend or fiancèe, you're taking it as my wife. Now you for sure aren't going anywhere. It's so much worse." He tells you. You giggle, kicking your heels off. He sighs, raking a hand through his hair, 

"Is it bad if I say I'm glad that part is over?" He asks with a cock of his head. You shake your own head, 

"No... it's stressful. Especially for me when there was so much for me to trip over." You tell him. He hums, 

"You did great. You looked amazing all night and you were such the little party host." 

"I'm the bride, I have to be." He sits on the bed beside you, clearing his throat, 

"Yeah, I guess." Sighing, you roll so your body is pressed into his side. He leans back on the bed on his elbow, loosening his tie, 

"It was a pretty good night. You did good on the planning love." He chides. You smile, 

"Thanks babe. I put my heart, soul, and money into this perfect day." He nods, raising his eyebrows, 

"That's for damn sure." He murmurs. You giggle, 

"I couldn't imagine any other wedding being more perfect than ours. It was really fucking beautiful." 

"To be fair, your dad paid for a lot and my parents contributed too." He reasons with a shrug, staring up at the ceiling when he moves to lay back on the bed fully. You smile, leaning in on his chest. He sighs, 

"I loved every minute of it." 

"That's all that matters. You only get one wedding and it should be perfect." 

"It was. I love you." He smiles and leans up to kiss you, 

"Love you too darling." You sit in silence for a moment before you sit up and take his hand, 

"Unzip me, I have a surprise for you." You tell him. He hums, sliding the zipper down your back and moving to lean on his elbows again as he watches you slip from the wedding dress, revealing a beautiful set of ivory colored lingerie, an intricate piece that draws Tom's eyebrows up again, 

"Well that's one hell of a surprise." 

"I had every intention of wearing blue but this is a wedding night set and I couldn't pass it up." 

"Yeah, no, you'll have all kinds of opportunities to test out different lingerie. Heaven forbid you pass up this opportunity for wedding night lingerie." He murmurs. You smile, stepping from the puddle of tulle, lace, and satin at your feet and leaning in on his knees, 

"So I assume you like it." You coo. He snorts, 

"When have I ever not liked lingerie on this sweet little body?" He asks. You giggle, 

"Never." 

"Exactly." Moving his hands onto your hips, he drags you into his lap, your lips covering his. He hums into the kiss, moving his hands up your back. Your fingers move down to unbutton his shirt. You smooth over his stomach, his hands traveling down to hold onto your hips, 

"Shall we try and figure out what's so different about married sex?" You ask him. He smiles, pulling back to look into your eyes, 

"I think that'd be quite great actually." He murmurs. You smile down at him, 

"Just think... you don't have to worry about getting me pregnant now because we're already married." He chuckles, watching you reach behind you and unclip your bra, tossing it aside. He licks his lips, 

"I'd love to know what these'll look like when you end up pregnant." He murmurs, moving to massage your breasts into his hands. You tip your head back, holding his shoulders. You slide your hands beneath his button up brushing it from his shoulders. He sighs, 

"So perfect." 

"So yours." You murmur. He chuckles, 

"You're damn right." You giggle before he's leaning back, pulling you with him. You lean on the bed over his shoulders, leaning in to kiss him, 

"I love you husband." He smiles wide, 

"I love you, wife. More than you'll ever know." You lean back in to kiss his throat, his hands skirting down to your hips until the cold metal of his wedding ring is pressing into your lower back. 

The next night, after landing in Fiji and checking into your bungalow, Tom slides down into the sand beside you. He sighs, squinting in the setting sun and holding a beer out to you. You take it, thanking him softly and sipping from it. He does the same as you look him over. He looks calm for the first time in months. His hair is flat and he's wearing a tee and a pair of cotton shorts, no shoes on. You smile when he looks at you and his eyebrows furrow, 

"What?" He asks through a laugh. You shake your head, 

"Nothing, I just love you. You look good right now." You move to lay your head over his shoulder. He takes a deep breath, laying his head over yours and reaching out to squeeze your knee, 

"Happy first night of forever." He mumbles. You squeeze his body against yours, 

"So far, so good." You tell him. He hums, 

"Can't go wrong with me." Giggling, you sip from your beer again, leaning your arm on his knee, 

"I will admit, seeing "Mr. and Mrs. Holland" on the door was a really surreal thing for me." You tell him. He smiles, moving his hand up into the light to look at the ring on his finger, 

"I've always been called Mr. Holland in a professional sense but... hearing Mrs. Holland and knowing that it's in reference to my wife and that you're finally, fully mine is like... insane." He admits in return. You nod, 

"I agree." You murmur. Nudging the neckline of his top down, you brush a finger across the hickey you'd left the night before. He smiles, 

"The markings of a spoiled little wife." 

"I really don't think I'll ever be over the whole wife thing. Like... hearing you say it blows my mind. I definitely thought I'd be your girlfriend for the rest of my life and you'd never be ready to marry me." 

"I was ready to marry you the second you came back from New York after Spring Break." 

"Liar." 

"I did. I never wanted to let you go again. I had fucked up and never wanted to risk losing you again." He explains. You smile, looping your arms under his and leaning your head on his shoulder, 

"That's truly adorable. You've still had your moments but... I have no doubt that all the growth you've done since that whole mess has helped you. Really." He nods, 

"I feel a lot better, that's for sure." He tells you, sighing. You hum, 

"I'm glad. You know... we both have to be in a good mindset to have a baby." 

"Speaking of, you are okay with having a baby like... soonish right?" He asks. You shrug, 

"Yeah, sure, why not?" 

"I just obviously wanna make sure you're comfortable and we're on the same page." He tells you as you move to lounge between his legs. You scoff, 

"Bitch I just married you. There isn't a thing you could do to make me uncomfortable. We're one now." He chuckles, laying his hands over your stomach, 

"But you would tell me if something is out of your comfort zone right?" He asks. You nod, eyebrows knitting together, 

"Course." 

"Good." Leaning your head back against his chest, you sigh, closing your eyes. He presses his lips to your temple and leaves them there, breathing you in. The setting sun provides a nice warmth, 

"I say we just never go back to America. We just run away and become permanent travelers." Tom chuckles, 

"And abandon my very expensive diploma, I think that's a dumb idea love." He tells you. You hum, 

"You could very well get a big break in Europe without the degree." You reason. He hums, 

"That'd be great to take you back to my home." 

"Well since we'll be traveling, you very well could give me a better tour of your little hometown." You confirm. He nods, 

"That sounds really good." A silence settles over you, the sound of the waves crashing being the only noise around. He reaches up and rubs over your shoulders, 

"I'm glad we're here." 

"Me too." You tell him quickly. He smiles, 

"I'm really glad you agreed to marry me." He says. You giggle, 

"Me too." His smile widens. He leans in and kisses you softly when you rise to your knees and turn to face him, 

"I think we should revisit the newlywed sex." He implies with a raise of his eyebrow. You hum, 

"Me too. Definitely." He chuckles softly before he's standing and taking your hands, leading you back through the sand to your bungalow, pushing you on the bed softly once he slides the door closed. 

                                                          --- 

                                           *Seven Years Later*

"Mia darling, please don't do that." Tom calls to your oldest child, hoisting Harper, your current youngest into his lap with her holding his fingers and climbing his chair. He focuses on the two year old, her hair falling down her back and her legs tangled up in her dress. He rubs her back once she snuggles into him, kissing her forehead. 

Not long after your wedding, you were pregnant with Mia. The second Tom found out she was a girl, he couldn't drop the smile, convinced that the talk of having a girl first all throughout college was just divine intervention. Seeing your husband as a father that first time was unlike anything else. He couldn't put his baby girl down. You were his girl, and he followed you around like a lost puppy, but the second you gave birth to little Mia Faye, he was hooked. And the process continued with your first son three years later, Wyatt James was held in Mia's lap, who was always in Tom's lap. And then again with his second baby girl, Harper Monroe. And now here you are, pregnant with your final baby, another sweet boy who Tom talks to daily, first thing in the morning before he wakes your three older kiddos to bring to bed and see you and at night, right before you go to bed, wishing your little wiggly bean goodnight. He already has a name, Oliver Ethan, and you're excited to have a complete family, four kids to grow up together and travel with, something you and Tom have loved doing since being out of college. 

Cole sighs as he sits beside Keaton who holds his and Phoebe's daughter, Emma's tiny purse, glancing up at his ex-roommate, 

"'S the matter? Being the father of the birthday boy is tiring?" He teases. Cole rolls his eyes, 

"Not only that, but when his papa decides it's time to spoil him and he wonders why mommy and daddy don't do the same, it can get interesting." Cole explains. You smile, rubbing the baby bump over your dress. Tom watches you, 

"I'm just glad that he has a papa. You and dad have gotten along pretty well since he's moved out here." You tell him, reaching up to stroke through Tom's hair to soothe you both. Cole crosses his arms watching his daughter, Daisy, follow Scarlett around, Logan and Ashton, Ivey and Harrison's older boys by her side like they always are when the group is together, 

"I guess so, yeah, it's been... weird. He avoids bringing up mom which makes it awkward but... he's a good enough grandfather. The kids like him and if Scarlett needs help and I'm not available, he's been there." He explains. You nod, leaning into Tom's side. Harper twirls your hair around her finger sleepily, Tom leaning in to kiss her pudgy cheek, 

"Regardless, you guys are talking and actually acting like father and son. Now we have like an actual family again." He nods, 

"Yeah..." Keaton yawns, 

"And what about you Ke? Now that dad's back here and starting that branch of his company here and you're working for him again, how's it been?" He glances up as Phoebe slides into the chair beside him, 

"Yeah, it's good. Back to better payment, being the assistant. It's pretty nice." 

"And no such luck with the baby making?" You ask. He smiles, looking to Phoebe, 

"We're getting there. It's been a hard process but... IVF has been going pretty well." 

"I'm trying to calm the fuck down." Phoebe starts, dragging her fingers through her hair, "I know that going through all of this, the IVF'll fail and then I'll get pregnant naturally." She says with a roll of her eyes. Keaton smiles, 

"The embryo we transfer next month is a girl. Our little Sophia so... hopefully. Fingers crossed." He says. You smile and nod, 

"All our fingers are crossed." You tell them. Keaton smiles, glancing up as Wyatt runs up to you, 

"Mommy..." 

"Yes my love?" You ask of him as he leans in on your legs, 

"Can I go with Mason to his room to see his toys?" He asks you. You brush his hair from his eyes, 

"Did you ask Auntie Scarlett or Uncle Cole if you could?" You ask him. He glances around, 

"Mason asked auntie." 

"If she tells him yes, you can go with him but- hey, Wyatt... but if you go in his room, you need to be careful and don't do anything bad okay? Pick up after yourself like we tell you to do at home." You tell him. He nods before running off to find his cousin. Tom is smiling when you look to him again, 

"What?" You ask. He shakes his head, 

"You're just a really great mum is all." He mumbles, helping Harper slide from his lap again, "Where are you headed love?" He asks, but she ignores him and runs off towards the jumper. You giggle at the pout on his lips, glancing up when Ivey sighs behind you. Her and Harrison slide in between you and Keaton and Phoebe, the little green blanket she left with half an hour ago to quiet the crying cradled in her arms again, 

"He okay?" You ask. She nods and rolls her eyes, 

"He's had a little bit of colic so... he's just cranky but... he's fed and asleep. He should be good for a little while now. Logan and Ashton been good?" 

"Yup, only pulled Daisy's pigtails once." You joke. She huffs, 

"I believe you. Ashton, if you don't tend to him in time, pulls your hair to get up on your chair or whatever he wants. I swear... sometimes if Harrison doesn't collect them while I'm feeding or something, he's sleeping on the couch." Harrison snorts, 

"Yeah, we've had to take up stock in ice cream to keep the boys away from mum." He murmurs. You giggle, watching Ivey roll her eyes before she reaches an arm out and rubs over your belly, 

"How's this little one? You're about in your eighth month huh?" She poses. You nod, pressing a hand to the base of your belly, 

"Yeah... he's doing good. He was super rambunctious last night. We were up all night last night watching him swim and kick. He's gonna be our biggest baby I think." You tell her. You carry a huge smile and taking a glance at Tom, you see he does too. He's so proud of this family you've created. He loves you and all three, almost four kids you have, 

"And Rosie is back to being her protective little self with new little man?" Harrison asks. You nod, 

"Soooooo much. She's normally with the kids but if I sit down, she's right in my lap, head laid over the bump." You tell him. He smiles, 

"She's been pretty great eh?" 

"Oh and her and Tessa get along so damn well when my parents bring Tess down." Tom pitches in. You smile, 

"They've both been great. We were blessed in a lot of ways." 

"That is so good. She's been such a great girl for you." 

"She really has, and Y/N never had animals growing up so she's been a great little companion for Y/N's first time." Tom explains. Ivey nods, glancing up at you, 

"And she's grown up with the kids technically." You pose. Ivey smiles, 

"That Christmas card... so damn cute. You guys with the matching kids and Rose. I can't believe how tall Wyatt is getting. I bet he'll be taller than Tom before we know it." She winks as Tom rolls his eyes, 

"Ha ha. Very funny." She smiles, 

"You know I'm kidding. He's so cute though. All those freckles. He looks just like you Tommy." 

"Well he's lucky then." Your husband murmurs, smiling when you swat at him. He leans over and kisses your cheek, 

"He's hooked on his mumma though. Doesn't ask me for shit. Goes straight to her." 

"Well you've got two baby girls that go to you. So... I'll keep him." You defend. Tom chuckles 

"Who is that? Is that Auntie Y/N/N?" You glance up just in time to see a tan little boy move into your line of sight, giggling. You smile up at him, 

"My little Hunter!" Gil chuckles as you take his little boy, laying him in your lap to tickle him. Tom laughs along as the little boy squeals and Gil leans in to kiss your cheek and then Ivey's, 

"Bout time you showed." 

"Mmm, Minah kept changing his outfit." He mumbles. You hug Hunter into you, smiling as Tom ruffles his hair, 

"Why didn't she come?" Harrison asks. Gil rolls his eyes, 

"Uhm, her mom's in town. But... I don't think she would've come anyways." He tells him. Ivey cocks her head sympathetically, 

"Still having problems?" 

"Yes, and she wants another baby like that'll magically save our relationship." He remarks. You smile up at him, 

"Well I dunno about you but I think this little one is great." You tease, tickling Hunter again. Gil's smile returns when Hunter giggles, 

"He's the only thing that keeps me sane." He tells you. Tom nods, 

"That's how it works." Reaching out again, Tom brushes long strands of hair from Hunter's eyes, 

"I think Wyatt and Mason went to Mason's room. You wanna go see?" You ask him. He nods, squirming from your arms and running off. Scarlett catches him in the doorway, standing on her toes and pressing a hand to his head. She smiles before walking to the table you all sit at, 

"Are we having fun? I see there's only one kiddo here right now. Hi sweet boy." 

"He's not so sweet right now." Ivey mumbles as Scarlett leans over her shoulder and coos into the blanket in her lap. Surprisingly, the little one smiles a toothless smile up at his aunt, the smile growing wider when she reaches down and pokes his nose, 

"Not feelin good baby?" Ivey shakes her head, 

"Colic still." 

"The gripe water didn't work?" Scarlett asks, 

"Very briefly." Ivey confirms. Scarlett clicks her tongue, 

"Damn. Poor thing." Ivey nods, rocking the bundle. When both girls look up, they find you smiling at them. Ivey giggles, 

"What?" You shake your head, blinking tears away, 

"Nothing... just wondering how we got here. What happened to the girls I was introduced to eleven or so years ago? We were so young and carefree and look at us now. We're all moms. We're all wives and killing it all." Tom hums, reaching out to brush the stray tear that falls away. Ivey clicks her tongue, blinking rapidly, 

"Oh babes. You pregnant and me coming down from postpartum doesn't help this shit." She moves in, laying her head over your shoulder. Scarlett whines before she's brushing Tom aside and wrapping her arms around you and Ivey. Phoebe's heeled boots click as she rushes in to join the group hug, Owen, in Ivey's arms cooing up at her too. She smiles, 

"I know I was quite the party girl but... these little ones are the best things we could ever do. Ten... almost eleven, twelve when I get a clear head, these are our greatest accomplishments." She tells the three of you. You nod, pressing her hand over your belly, 

"Definitely." Your baby boy kicks out against her hand in agreement, making the four of you giggle. Tom smiles too, watching you and the girls hug before you part and you take his hand, squeezing and pressing it to your belly. He hums as he rubs the bump, 

"He's gonna be a rambunctious little thing. Reckon we'll be exhausted after chasing just him around." He says, scooting closer to you. You smile, reaching up to drape your arm over the back of his chair, trailing up his back, 

"Well you're the one that had the years of experience of chasing girls around so I think you're suited for the job daddy." His smile widens, 

"Please never mention that in front of the kids. I don't need my little girls knowing and my little boys thinking it's okay that their dad was a womanizer in this very gender equalizing, accepting time." He murmurs. Leaning into him, you kiss his cheek, 

"I promise not to." 

"Thank you." Scarlett, who had previously walked away, starts back towards you, wide smile on her face, 

"I have another tiny slice of cake. I know you and baby boy want it Y/N." You gasp, holding your hands out, 

"Oh my God yes, you're a lifesaver!" You squeal. Tom watches, chuckling softly as you snatch the thin slice of chocolate cake with vanilla buttercream frosting from your sister-in-law. You offer some to him, but he shakes his head. He glances up at the bouncy house, clearing his throat after a moment, 

"Uh oh. The sugar monster's coming. You made a grave mistake accepting cake behind her back like that." You glance up, watching Harper trot towards you, climbing back into her father's lap. He holds her steady moving his legs closer to you to allow her to chomp the piece of cake from your fork. He tucks hair behind her ear, 

"That's good huh lovey? You are never getting to bed tonight little one." You giggle, watching a sparkle flash through Harper's vibrant brown eyes, 

"But with her daddy's puppy dog eyes, no one can resist her." You reason. He nods and leans in to kiss her cheek, 

"Well that's for sure." He murmurs. Once you've finished the cake, Tom holds Harper close, the little one allowing her daddy to love on her. He glances at you and raises an eyebrow and you know exactly what he's asking. The second she saw the cookies upon entrance, it's all she was stuck on for a while. She's such a daddy's girl because he spoils her and you just know he's asking if he can give her a cookie because she's been so good with no tantrums. You chew the inside of your lip, 

"Just one." 

"That's all I'm asking for anyways." He confirms. You nod, 

"Fine then. Nothing more though." He nods, pulling her from his shoulder, 

"Harp, I have a surprise for you, you wanna know what it is?" He asks her. She nods, standing on his thighs, holding onto his hands. He smiles, "You want a cookie? I know you wanted one earlier." Her eyes light up and she nods, bouncing on his legs gently. He chuckles, 

"Alright sweet girl, let's get you one then, yeah?" She nods again, clinging to him as he stands and your heart flutters. To believe that the same man that fought you on a relationship and constantly pushed you away, is now holding your two year old daughter to his hip at a kid's birthday party is beyond imagination, and it is the most beautiful thing ever. 

                                                         --- 

You smile as Tom grabs your wrist, pulling you flush to his body, 

"I know you're exhausted love, and I'll go get you some ice cream after the kids are in bed but... I missed seeing you with all of our friends. You looked stunning all glowing and pregnant out there." He tells you, pressing a hand to your belly. You smile, reaching up to stroke his cheek, 

"You're the sweetest." His smile widens before he leans down to kiss you, 

"I've spent a long ass time loving you and it's not going anywhere anytime soon. Especially when you're pregnant with my baby. You and those three... almost four in there, I'd kill for." He reminds you. You sigh, 

"I really lucked out in the husband department then huh?" You ask. He chuckles softly, 

"Guess so, yeah." Popping open the passenger side door, Tom waits until you climb inside to close you in. He climbs in beside you quickly, turning the car on before Mia speaks up, 

"Daddy?" 

"Yes love?" He asks, turning in his seat to face her, 

"Can we listen to Frozen?" 

"No," Wyatt speaks up, "put on Cars." 

"How about we meet in the middle and settle for some Brother Bear or... Lion King?" Tom poses, settling the argument your kids'll inevitably have. And it works. Tom finds the soundtrack for Brother Bear in his phone, quickly shuffling it and stuffing the device in the cup holder. His Spotify has slowly become Disney movie playlists since he's become a dad and he loves every second of it. Harper swings her feet, staring out her window as she hums along to a song, Tom watching her in the rear view mirror with a smile plastered on his lips. You reach up and stroke over the back of his neck, leaning over to kiss his cheek, 

"You are so perfect Tom Holland." You tell him. He draws his eyes off the road for just a moment to look at you, 

"Well that makes two of us Y/N Holland." He says, taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles. Squeezing his fingers in yours, you sigh and twist in your seat to look at your babies. 

Wyatt resembles his daddy the most. He has the same signature curls and eyes and you can already see he's starting to inherit the same nose Sam has and those Holland freckles have emerged. He's definitely a little mama's boy and with the way the girls favor Tom, you hope Oliver will follow in his big brother's footsteps. Mia has Tom's eyes too, but her features resemble you a little bit more. She has your hair type and color, and your nose and eye shape. Tom loves that about her. Harper has more of your features as well, but she's a near perfect combination of the both of you, a gorgeous little girl that Tom coddles the most because she'll let him. He's been in love with all of your babies since the day they were conceived, the most amazing father and husband, getting up at ungodly hours to let you sleep in and him take care of the kids. He's always been an early riser because of golf and now, being a dad, he has the skill to master it like he was never sure he'd be able to. His true calling in life, the cure for his anxiety, has been you and his babies. 

Dragging his hand back up to your lips, you kiss it, 

"I love you so much Tom Holland." You whisper. He smiles, taking his eyes off the road for just a second to look at you, 

"And I love you. More than you'll ever know." He replies, dragging your hand up to kiss it. Tears spring into your eyes again as you stare into his eyes and recognize that boy you met nearly eleven years ago, the one that only wanted to be with you sexually and wanted to avoid you emotionally. You recognize the boy that tore apart your relationship again and again, but always chose to get better for you. And now he's the most perfect husband and father. And that's all that matters to you. 

Yes, you were nervous moving to Seattle, starting new, but your friends, Tom, they've made it easier to live. They've changed your life for the better. They’ve given you immense amounts of love and Tom, himself, has given you a love like no other that created four beautiful babies. And you wouldn't change a thing. Moving from Beverly Hills to Seattle, has proved worth it.

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Paint Bleeds on Ice - Enhypen series

Enhypen, Park sunghoon x Reader 

Please read the Masterlist for this series.

Chapter 1: Prologue

You know you’re a useless being if the one thing you were created to do is going horribly wrong,

~

“We’re going back to mommy’s homeland!”

At age 5 we moved. Left everything. though the adults had warm smiles and were filled with excitement, clearly I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t excited.

It was difficult understanding the syllables of the odd tongue they used here. I felt alone. I felt hopeless.  

I didn’t give up though.

Whilst the games and trips seemed to look interesting, fun even, the books and pencils pulled me away so that maybe in the future I would understand if I was asked to answer in class.

~

“she’s a talented angel.”

“ My young star.”  

“Just a Little Prodigy.”

All names, right? It would feel nice on the random occasion when I was blessed with such a title. I remember faintly that would only be given to me after I had finished another painting or a sketch.

I wouldn’t hear those again, not after dad left mum. He left and took all the colour paint and creativity with him.

But I didn’t give up.

I grabbed onto the last few brushes and sketchbooks lying around and threw myself into a world of my own, I had control of the situation when it was me choosing the setting and colours.

I hooked myself into the remaining bits of a somewhat fixed family.

~

So why is it now am I giving up? When I’ve fought so hard many times before…

Well, you see it’s different this time.

Stupid how I seem to function, even in the haze that I was in I didn’t register the mind numbing shock in my head. It was hot and sticky.

A blare of light it was dark but the hazy marrons and navy swirled together connected close. It was a beautiful concoction of fireworks erupting from beneath my eyelids.

I couldn’t lift my head to fix the angle though. What a shame.

Screams and voices merged to form a ambient blur in my ears. there was a faint ringing. I wasn’t sure if it was my ears or from the noises around me. 

A sparkle, slight glimmer from a thousand tiny sparks scattered around my peripheral caught my focus. Like millions of minscule swarovski crysatals laid around me. I felt one beneath my fingers its sharp texture grounding me. 

I had to wake up, something was telling me to wake up. 

Do you ever get the feeling that the scene before you would’ve looked absolutely marvellous in a photograph? Or even a large painting? Breath-taking.

Yeah, well, that was one of those moments.

~

 “fuck what happened there?”      

“Hyung, Stop the car!” “Yes!”

“They crashed into the bridge! Be careful there’s a leakage.”

 “Shit she looks badly hurt. Her head is bleeding.”

I couldn’t turn the heart pounding sirens off. the sound echoed and reverberated sometimes turning off completely then fading back in louder than ever.

What happened?

 “A car accident seems has taken place at the junction of Sup Sonamu-gil highway, the victims are unresponsive, emergency services are calling for backup.”

“The victims are aged in their late teens early 20’s, fortunately they all survived the accident and are in the hospital for treatment.”

“Another case of reckless driving, the road was slippery due to the rain and emergency services were called in from a group of bystanders that had passed the damaged car.”

They keep saying it’s an accident, but it never was supposed to be labelled as an accident.

 Seeing car crashes is no preparation for being in one.

 ~

The first day my eyes fluttered open I spent it wondering why I woke up? I was uncomfortable all over and it took a while for me to finally respond to the random doctors and nurses doting and worrying excessively.

Second day I was allowed to see my friend, aka the other ‘victim’ as they put it, she was fine, alive. Smirking at me from the side when the doctor wasn’t looking and ocassionaly mocking the nurses when they came in to change bedsheets and such.

A good few days passed and all I could remember from those was silent periods of time and hazes from the accident.

By the time I was able to hold a conversation, I tried to leave the hospital, not waiting to be discharged I had changed out of the clinical robes and into my clothes only to be stopped by one of those freaks wanting to do more tests and surprisingly my mother along with them.

 “I appreciate this is a difficult situation for you miss Lee--” I cringe at the mention of my surname “Juniper, my name is juniper.” I interrupt. 

The doctor - no younger than 47 - sheepishly smiled, fixing the pens in his white coat. “As I am aware of the tragic incident that has happened, you were referred to the neurology department to make sure your head is in optimal condition.”

I felt my fingers twitch, ripping at the skin near my nails, the metallic and white accents in a plain office confusing my eyes. too bright. too clinical.

“Just a precautionary check.” Directed to my mother, “Since the eye checks seem to hint at some mild trauma and a slight issue with focus. It could have some link to further implications. Best to fix those now than later.” He typed swiftly for a moment at his computer .

“Does that mean she has some problems with her head? Has something happened to her eyes?” my mothers voice was wavering, the worry slipping through.

“We’d need to do these tests to make sure. This is why it would be better for her to stay in the hospital but if she’s so reluctant," he glanced back at me for a second. "It could cause a breakdown or additional stress for her to be here if we are to enforce that.” He turned to grab the printed sheet. Signing quickly.

“I’d recommend checking back with us later this week and completing the tests and we’ll have a look at the results then.”

~

 The results came out a week later, just like the doctor had said.

I’d say they weren’t so bad but then again I didn’t really understand how bad they were, I had no symptoms of anything yet.

Sometimes at night I’d get a tingling feeling at the back of my head and behind my eyelids but it would fade.

I wasn’t going to complain out loud though, this whole ordeal had my mother on edge.

“Some form of disassociation, a bit of relapse, relapse? What on earth? Uh… patient may feel forgetful at times, yada-yada um.. will suffer from a bit of blurriness and lack of focus for the first few weeks a further case of--.”

“Please, just stop.” She paused staring at me, the rain oustide was soothing but It didn’t help much when she was calling out everything that was more than likely wrong with me from that letter.

The ringing of her phone could be heard off the counter of the kitchen island, the buzzing unsetteled the atmosphere.

“So nice of you to call in John, at a time like this. Do you no care about her anymore?” Her voice muffled as she threw the letter onto the couch, sighing she made her way out, walking into the corridor for some privacy.

“.... was in an accident ... here to pick up--remains, fill ... --uncaring fathers plac--?”

I could see my reflection hazy and soft on the plane of the window. No colour.

A blank canvas waiting for the ink to spread and give back life. But I had no appetite, no energy and no motivation.

 For the first time, I didn’t have the urge to pick up the paintbrush and paint the serene natural scenery from across the window.

I could almost get a whiff of the acrid smell of gas and the friction of the tarmac with tire.

Fluttering my eyes shut I saw the negative tones of the bright blinding haze that was a short dream, they submerged in water whirling together to cover my sight and swallow me whole. I felt suffocated. Unable to breath. I couldn’t step out. I can't Leave.

My heartbeat was close in rhythm to the rains speed at this point. Eyes dilated to the max from beneath the lids.

Oh how I wished I would just stay in the numb unknowing moment I was in. I had no regrets then.

My eyes welcomed the window, rain, a quiet pitter patter, the texture of the soft slippers beneath my toes.

I felt myself ground, come back. I’m here, I’m safe.

I didn’t realise it then, that no bandage or binding would fix the permanently shattered pieces inside me.

[ravenquingvax]

Thinking about Vax and Gilmore finally becoming official the same day Percy realises he has feelings for Vax.

Thinking about Percy having a meltdown in his workshop, jealous and irritated with himself over his jealousy.

Thinking about Percy storming over to Gilmore's store to interrupt Vax's date with Gil.

Thinking about Percy walking in on Vax and Gilmore getting it on~ and scaring the shit out of all 3 of them by accidentally knocking something over when he enters and trips over a shoe just laying around.

Gilmore going over, in full "I will turn any thief or assassin into a pretzel" mode, not covering up at all so it's all just out there.

Meanwhile Vax is hiding behind the counter, Whisper at the ready if Gilmore needs back up, while desperately looking something to cover up with because he has issues with his body image.

And Percy looks up, panicking a lot now, and just. Yeah. Gets quite the view of Shaun Gilmore. (He immediately understands Vax afterwards.)

And Gilmore starts laughing when he sees who it is, dropping the spell he was prepping and offering Percy a hand up to his feet.

And then Vax is peeking his head up over the counter to see his longtime crush gawking at his naked new boyfriend. And, well. Yeah. He bursts out laughing.

Percy is embarrassed, losing all of his fire and determination to change Vax's mind about who he should be dating, and gets very quiet and uncomfortable.

And Gilmore asks him what he's doing here after hours, Percy stammering and trying to keep his eyes upwards but he's struggling badly. (bisexualdisastersaywhat?)

And Vax, having found a mostly opaque only semi translucent purple shawl behind the counter and wrapped it around himself in a toga-like fashion with a belt made of blue ribbon, finally walks over and raises a brow.

"Freddie, what the fuck, my good man? What are you doing here, are you stalking me?"

And he's only teasing, so when Percy shyly says;

"Yes, I did, I guess, stalk you here, but I needed to talk to you but you were already here with Gilmore and then it became a whole thing..."

Well, Vax is speechless.

Why would Percy do that?

Percy knew Vax and Gilmore would be alone, celebrating themselves finally getting together officially that day.

Gilmore ends up asking for Vax, curious himself;

"But why? Couldn't it had waited until morning?"

"No, not really, but I see now I'm too late already..."

"How do you mean, My Boy?"

"I was going to tell Vax how I feel about him and try to convince him to give me a chance first..."

And Vax, who's had a crush on Percy pretty much the whole time he's known the man, is shocked by this.

Vax has always flirted with the gunslinger, teasing Percy whenever he can, asking Percy if he's pretty, kissing Percy on the cheek occasionally...

But Percy has, to his knowledge at least, never shown any real interest back, usually only responding to Vax's flirting with sarcasm and deadpanned one liners.

So hearing this is surprising, as well as poorly timed...

And Percy sees these emotions, this surprise and near hurt, flash across Vax's face and he starts to apologise profusely, worried he's fucked absolutely everything up.

To which Vax is immediately shutting down, like;

"Whoa, it's okay, Freddie, you didn't know until now! Just, it's so sudden and right after I entered a relationship with someone else, its all a bit much, especially when you never seemed interested when I would flirt with you, I'm just surprised, but it's okay."

And Percy freezes up;

"Wait, you weren't just playing around? I never realized you were being serious."

"Fucking, ouch? Perce, I'd never joke about that, I'm not Scanlan, thank you."

"Sorry, I'm such an idiot, I am so sorry, Vax, fuck."

"Hey, man, it's cool. Guess we both just suck at people - Gilmore, stop snickering or I'm never sucking you off again."

"Sorry, Vax."

"Honestly, men."

"Vax, you're a man."

"Ya, but I'm self made, Percy, you guys were born like this, there's a difference."

"Is there really?"

"Well, no, but shut up."

And they end up laughing thanks to Gilmore for making things a bit more light-hearted.

"Okay, but for real? You actually have feelings for me?"

"Yes, Vax, I swear on it."

"Okay, well, you have a terrible sense of timing."

"I'm aware."

And Gilmore just snorts because of how ridiculous this whole thing is to him;

"Polyamory exists, Loves."

"What?" "What?"

"You are aware of it, yes?"

"Well, yes, but it's outlawed in Syngnorn so I was always scared away from it, it's considered improper and as a gateway to cheating there and that kinda shit was burned into my memory from a young age."

"Sure. But I'm from a big name political family that rules a big city, I was discouraged from that sort of thing for reputation reasons, I don't even really think about it."

And Gilmore is actually surprised by this, as Polyamory is very popular in Marquet.

"Wait, outlawed?"

"Yes, Syngnorn has very outdated views on marriage and serious punishment is given out to any who dare challenge their traditions."

"That's kinda fucked, Vax."

"Trust me, I'm aware."

"What sort of punishment are we talking here?"

"Honestly? It depends on how the guys in charge feel on the day, really. Syngorn is a really messed up place, don't let it's pretty architecture fool you."

"I'm so glad you ran away from there, Dear Gods."

But the conversation eventually steers away from Syngorn to how they all feel about each other;

"Well, Vax loves both of us, and we both love him."

"Yes, Polyamory would be a great thing to try out."

"But what about us? I mean, you certainly make a very handsome man, Gilmore."

"Why, thank you! You're quite handsome yourself, Percival."

"Ah! Why, thank you as well."

"Now... We don't have to date each other for this to work, just Vax dating both of us with everyone's knowledge and consent is enough, but I wouldn't be against us trying things out together."

"Honestly, Gilmore? I'm not much against it either."

"Brilliant, I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship, Gentlemen, I really do."

And Vax is grinning, happy to see Percy and Gilmore bonding together over their mutual love for himself, even if he feels a bit weird about going against something that his father had drilled into his head like this.

"Look at that, I've stolen myself the two most handsome men in the world."

"A right heart thief you are, Vax'ildan, utterly criminal."

"How will we survive, Percival?"

"I've no idea, Gilmore? Maybe we'll just have to teach our little thief a lesson?"

"I'm not against that at all, Percy, what did you have in mind for him?"

"Guys?"

"Yes, Vax?" "Yes, Vax?"

"You're going to go easy on me, right? I am just a delicate little rogue, after all, you guys."

"Sure, Vax~"

"Of course, Darling~"

"Fuck."

And then, of course, the obligatory fade to black...

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Houses

Agnes/Estinien. Modern AU. Agi and Estinien go house hunting with their real estate agent...Hilda. Mostly SFW with references to sex.

Estinien: hey hilda

Hilda: estinien varlineau as i live and breathe. i hear you’re married now.

Estinien: yes :D and we’re looking for a house. willing to take me on as a client again?

Hilda: if i must

Estinien: D:

Hilda: jk what’s the budget and what are you two looking for

Estinien: 660K MAX (absolute fucking max not a gil over) but me and agi have…erm, differing opinions

Hilda: you’d be surprised at how normal that is

Estinien: ???

Hilda: go on

Estinien: okay so i want to stay within ishgard, no fixers, at least 4 bedrooms, single-family no fucking fees. agi doesn’t mind a fixer, same size, but also said we should look into coerthas too (DO NOT WANT)

Hilda: uh huh

Estinien: ????

Hilda: you may have to prioritize what’s really important to you, estinien. ishgard or size? ishgard or move-in ready?

Estinien: it’s all important

Hilda: PRIORITIZE

Estinien: find us a home hilda it’s all important

Hilda: for fuck’s sake i’ll line up a few showings but you’re going to need to prioritize

Estinien: thanks you’re the best :D

Hilda: ughhhhhhhhhh ttyl

***

“Hilda!” Estinien called as he and Agnes approached the house in the Brume Hilda arranged for them to see. “How are you?”

“Good, Estinien. And this must be Agnes!” Hilda smirked, holding out her hand.

“Yes! It’s a pleasure to meet you!” Hilda seems nice if slightly scary. Estinien said she’s a force of nature, so I’ll be on my toes I suppose. Agnes shook her hand and glanced at the house. “It looks quite big.”

“Aye, 5 bedrooms, 3 full bathrooms. It’s listed for 560 thousand. Shall we?” Hilda began entering the code on the lock, when Estinien coughed.

“And what’s wrong with it?”

When the lock clicked, Hilda grinned at Estinien. “And ruin the surprise? I think not.”

Oh dear.

“What the fuck?!” Estinien shouted as they entered the house. “There’s bits of wall missing! Stains on the floor! That staircase has the ugliest shit carpet I’ve ever seen!”

Hilda laughed. “It’s all about potential, Estinien. This is far below your budget, so you can make changes. And you’re a handy sort of fellow, aren’t you?”

Estinien sputtered, gripping Agnes’s hand.

“Which way to the kitchen, Hilda? That’s a very important part of the house for me, since I do a lot of cooking and baking.” Agnes asked. The front door leads to a large entry with the staircase and there’s a fireplace…that also needs work. But the windows are large, so that’s something?

“This way, Agnes. Or do you prefer Agi?”

“Whichever is fine with you.” She and Estinien followed Hilda through what Agnes thought was the formal dining room (don’t really need one?) and into the kitchen.

Well, it needs some work, but I can see us having lots of lovely meals in here!

“HILDA! What are these countertops? The floor? The appliances are old as fuck! And why is there a fucking booth in here? We’re not a diner! This is a house!”

“Last I checked this is a house.” Hilda said with an eyeroll. “It’s a little breakfast area. You can sit and eat whatever the fuck you trainers eat for breakfast while Agi makes an actual breakfast.”

Estinien stared daggers at Hilda, while Agnes examined the cabinets. “Plenty of storage, which is great! Obviously, they’re need to be replaced or…I wonder if these are original?” She opened one, and the handle on the cabinet fell off. “Oh!”

“Agi, for the love of…don’t touch anything.” Estinien muttered and took a small bottle of hand sanitizer out of his jacket pocket. He squirted a dollop into her hand.

“Oh love, I’ll be fine but thank you.” Give him the sweetest smile, because fuck…I just hope this is the kick in the ass he needs. Have to be realistic, love! “With a complete remodel, we can make it our perfect kitchen. Just think about the possibilities!”

“Exactly! I like you.” Hilda winked. “Now, let’s go upstairs and see the bedrooms…”

They proceeded through the rest of the house with Agnes liking the large bedrooms and bathrooms (they all need work!) and Estinien hating everything. There is nothing he likes about this house. But it’s large! And it’s within the city! And we can do whatever we want to it, Mr. Picky Grumpy Pants! I can see us here with a ton of renovations, of course.

As they were leaving, Hilda locked the house. “And what do you think?”

“Hilda, I swear to the fucking Fury, I hate it. Yes, it’s in the city. Yes, it has the size. But the whole house needs updating! And who knows about the missing walls! It can’t—”

“If you’re about to tell me ‘it can’t be that expensive in Ishgard’ I’ll slap you, Estinien.” Hilda said. “It is that expensive, especially for the kind of house you want. Now, are you going to actually prioritize what’s important to you?”

Oh my, Estinien is seething. Oh dear. “Love, Hilda has another showing for us. Let’s all go and see it.”

***

“Here we are!” Hilda exclaimed, gesturing to the townhouse in the Pillars. This might be expensive. And Estinien will hate that too. “4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms. Fees are only 300 gil a month.”

Estinien’s eyes narrowed. “Price?”

“700 thousand.” Hilda said cheerfully. “But it’s been on the market for a moon, so they may be open to negotiating.”

“Or I somehow come up with more gil.” Muttering, Estinien held Agnes’s hand as they followed Hilda inside. “Well, this is nice!”

Thank fuck for that! “Yes it is, love! Bright and airy! And look at that fireplace!” I can see a Starlight sentinel and stockings and gifts and the children with us and ooooooh I love it!

“Aye, tis a nice fireplace. Marble, I think.” He crouched and examined it. “Wood-burning. That’s a good touch.” He rose and glanced around the open living and kitchen area. “And all open like how it is at the loft. I like that. Appliances are new. Even the colors are nice. Do you like it?”

Again, I fucking love it. “Perfect, love.” Should hold my cards to my chest. May not get it. Can’t get my hopes up. “You said 4 bedrooms right Hilda?”

“4 bed, 2 bath. One full bath right over here…” Hilda gestured to a door off the kitchen with a toilet, sink, and shower. “Whole thing’s brand new.”

Again, I love it. It’s a bathroom, and I love it.

Estinien pointed to the stairs. “And the other bathroom is upstairs?”

“Aye, upstairs so there’s no true master with an ensuite.”

Estinien narrowed his eyes at Hilda. “That’s not…ideal, but something we can live with.” He gestured to Agnes, who was still enthralled with the bathroom. “Agi, upstairs?”

OH! “Right love, sorry!”

The three ascended to the second floor where they toured each of the bedrooms (master is quite nice as are the other rooms), the bathroom (again LOVELY), and a small bonus area that Agnes could use for “an office or some shit” as Hilda suggested.

“Thoughts on this place?” Hilda asked once they were outside.

OH MY FUCKING GODS I LOVE IT. Agnes could barely contain herself and squealed in delight, alarming both Hilda and Estinien. “I love it! I love it! I absolutely love it!” She looked at Estinien. “Love, I know it’s way over, but maybe we could negotiate!”

Estinien groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. “Fucking hells. Hilda, I like it a lot but no master suite and way over budget.”

“Well, there is another property we can see, but you’ll hate it immediately.” Hilda said with a twinkle in her eye. “It’s in Falcon’s Nest.”

“WHAT?! I said specifically, Hilda, that we want to stay in the city proper—”

“And with all you want, Estinien, it won’t happen unless the budget is increased or you do renovations!”

Oh dear, they’re going to duke it out right here. “Erm, love, Hilda---let’s see the house. No harm in that!” Agnes tried to sound cheerful. I don’t want to bail you both out for fighting! Though…I wonder who’d win? Love you with all my heart, Estinien, but I think Hilda would beat the living shit out of you.

With a sigh, Estinien glanced at his wife. “You want to see the Falcon’s Nest house?” Agnes nodded. “Then we see it. Address, Hilda.”

***

“Is that a castle?” Agnes asked Hilda as they approached the Falcon’s Nest property. It looks like A FUCKING CASTLE!

Hilda laughed as she fiddled with the lockbox on the door. “No, it’s a townhouse complex that’s been recreated to look like one of the castles of eld. Old-looking on the outside and new on the inside. Kinda like your man.”

Agnes stifled a laugh as Estinien glared.

“How many bedrooms, Hilda? And price.” Estinien, still glaring, questioned her.

“Six bedrooms. 4 full bathrooms. You’ll like the price…530,000. Association fee is 130 gil monthly.”

Estinien’s eyes narrowed. “And what’s wrong with it?” Oh come on, love. I’m sure it’s fine!

“See for yourself.” Hilda winked as she opened the door.

“Wow.” Agnes breathed, taking in the main living area downstairs. “It’s gorgeous! All updated as you said. All open! That kitchen!” She walked quickly to said kitchen and examined it.

“Modern. Very modern. Just the way I like it. Clean lines. Does the furniture—” Estinien asked but was interrupted.

“LOVE! I could make fantastic meals for everyone in here!”

Hilda smirked. “Appears your lady likes it.”

Estinien rolled his eyes. “But it’s not in Ishgard. It’s in bloody Falcon’s Nest. Now, if this were in the city—”

“Estinien, for fuck’s sake, how many properties do we have to see before you get it through your thick head that none of this is available in the city in your budget? A hundred? A thousand? I’m sure Agi wouldn’t want to see that many homes. You’re being an unreasonable, picky bastard.”

“Hmph, I might be an unreasonable, picky, nasty bastard, but I want us to have the best home. Agi deserves the best home. She’s picked up her godsdamned life to live in Ishgard.” Estinien grew more frustrated by the moment, but Hilda was undeterred.

“I understand that. I do. However, you have to understand that either the budget has to be increased, or you need to make do with what your budget allows.” Hilda glanced at Agnes, who was wandering around the walk-in pantry. “It might not be what you imagine it should be, but I think your lady will be happy in one of the homes we’ve seen. Just think on it.”

Agnes approached the pair with a warm smile. “Bedrooms upstairs?”

Hilda nodded. “Aye, all upstairs. Follow me!”

Estinien hesitated for a moment and then followed the two upstairs.

***

What a long fucking day yesterday was. Agnes trudged down the stairs to find Estinien sitting at the table staring at his laptop. “Morning, love.”

He grunted; laser focused on the screen.

Agnes leaned over his shoulder and kissed his cheek. “Good morning.”

“Morning, sweetheart.”

“What are you looking at?” Her eyes stared at the screen and saw several tabs open with listings.

“Just…having a second look…and thinking.” He muttered, still focused on the open tabs.

Agnes kissed his cheek again. “Just don’t think too much, love. Besides, there’s a lot to consider already, and we only just started looking.” She walked to the coffeemaker to make her “lifegiving elixir” while her husband continued to think.

RING! RING!

“Who the fuck is calling me at this hour…” Estinien grunted and answered his phone. “Morning Hilda. Speaker? Okay.” He pressed a button. “Agi, say hi to Hilda.”

“Hi Hilda! How are you?”

“Good, good. Listen, there’s a pocket listing—”

“What the fuck is a pocket listing?” Estinien asked, rolling his eyes.

“It’s a listing that’s not available generally. The sellers usually want to test waters. Anyways, this listing is right in your building! It’s one of the four penthouse units---4 bedrooms and 2.5 bathrooms. It’s large, light, airy, and has an updated kitchen. 650,000. Seller’s agent said we can view it today. You interested?”

Agnes nodded happily.

“Aye, we are. Just tell me the time.”

“We can view at 11, if that’s okay.”

It’s…10:30 now. OH DEAR.

“Alright, sounds good. See you in a bit, Hilda.”

“Cheers!”

Estinien hung up and glanced at Agnes, who was running up the stairs with her coffee. “FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK GOTTA GET DRESSED!”

***

Hilda chatted with the seller’s agent as Agnes and Estinien waited by the door to Penthouse 3. Oh please, he can’t have changed his mind, right? Right? RIGHT? The agent grinned and head to the door, which he unlocked.

“Take your time, monsieur et madame. And pray, let me know when you’re done.”

The three nodded and walked into the penthouse.

Agnes gasped.

Estinien was awestruck.

Hilda looked…somewhat impressed.

“It’s like your loft, love…but way bigger! And look at that kitchen!!!” She darted towards the quartz countertops and brand-new appliances, leaving Estinien looking around the main living and dining area.

“It’s very much like my loft, but everything is on one floor…wait Hilda, is that a door to a deck?” He approached said door on the far side of the room.

“Aye, a large private outdoor area. You can probably put a grill or something out there.”

Estinien opened the door to the outdoor area and stepped outside for a second. “You could easily see the celebration fireworks from here…even have a few outdoor heaters with a small tent or something for a cozy evening.” He came back in and closed the door. “Not bad.”

Hilda rolled her eyes. “Not bad? Not bloody bad?! This in your price point. You’d only have to move up the fucking stairs, and it’s ‘not bad?!’ I thought you’d be well into this!”

Estinien held up his hands. “Hilda, it’s not that I’m complaining. I like this so far.” He glanced at Agnes, who was opening all the cupboards. “Agi, let’s see the bedrooms, sweetheart.”

“Right!” Agnes hurried to Estinien and Hilda, who showed them one of the smaller rooms first.

“This could be a child’s room.” Hilda suggested as Estinien and Agnes looked around.

“Bit small…” Estinien muttered, but Agnes put a hand on his arm.

“Love, that’s what bunk beds are for. I think it’s a good size.”

Estinien proceeded to complain about the sizes of the three other bedrooms, including the master (I think it’s fine!), and the bathrooms (“hmph hmph I’m a grump and they’re not good enough hmph”).

By the end of tour, Agnes had had enough and excused herself, telling Estinien and Hilda she’d meet them downstairs.

“What are you staring at?” Estinien growled at Hilda, who was, in fact, staring at him.

Hilda shook her head. “You are…something else, mate. This place would be perfect, and yet, all you did is complain AGAIN.”

Estinien rolled his eyes. “Well, if we saw something that actually had everything on my wish list, then I wouldn’t be—”

“Such a pain in the ass? Yeah okay, increase the budget then.”

“Not another gil.”

Hilda groaned. “Then you and Agi need to talk, because the inventory in Ishgard within your budget is small. Very small. Just talk it out. I’ll be locking up and speaking to the seller’s agent. See you at the loft.”

Estinien practically stomped out of the penthouse, barely acknowledging the seller’s agent, before stepping into the elevator. Seething, Estinien tapped his foot anxiously in the elevator. “There has to be a house below budget that’s perfect for us! There has to be!” He muttered. When he opened the door to the loft, he saw his wife sitting at the table with her head in her hands. “Sweetheart, what’s the matter?” He rushed to Agnes, whom he could hear sniffling.

“I-I just don’t think we’ll ever find a home!” Agnes cried. “Nothing we’ve seen you even remotely like! I spend nearly every waking moment on home search sites, looking for anything! ANYTHING! And I know already you’ll hate it! We’ll never find a home! Never!”

He sat next to his wife and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Agi, shhhh, it’s okay. We’ll have our home. We will.” Panic raced through Estinien’s mind, but then he remembered something Agnes said at the first house. “With a complete remodel, we can make it our perfect kitchen. Just think about the possibilities!” “We could make it our perfect home.” He whispered softly.

“What?” She asked, lifting her head. There were tears streaming down her face.

“Agi, the first house we saw. The fixer. You said ‘we can make it our perfect kitchen’ but that applies to the whole house, no? It can be our perfect home.” He kissed her dark red hair. “We can do it. It’ll be our home for us and our future family. What do you say?”

She blinked.

He blinked.

She then made a sudden movement resulting in her nearly squeezing the life out of him.

“Oh, love! Yes! I knew that was our home! We can make it however we want! I promise I won’t go too crazy with bright colors. It’ll be wonderful!”

Estinien let out a strangled noise just thinking about his beloved wife using all bright colors in every room of the house.

***

Hilda: Seller accepted your offer at 500. What a fucking steal! Now, go crazy and fix up that house!

Estinien stared at his phone while on his break a few weeks later. Once Hilda told them the house had been on the market for some time, Estinien went in at 450,000 (Hilda thought that was positively nuts) and the seller sent a counteroffer. This went on for a bit.

“But it’s all over. We have our home.” He whispered, typing a message to Agnes.

Estinien: WE GOT IT, MY LOVE! THE HOUSE IS OURS! i love you so much! once it’s renovated, we are fucking in every room!!!! :D

Agnes: OMG OMG OMG OMG YAY! and lol as if we’d do anything else :P love you too, my grumpy trainer i’ll see you later

[descendantofthesparrow]

D3 redesigns - Auradon Kids

so the 2nd of 5 posts for my redesigns~! this time, the AKs~ again minus chad since his D3 outfits never bothered me

so we start with the king~! Beasty boi~!

give.this.fucking.child.more.diversity. he legit wears the same suit for like five scenes and the only other time he wears something different is the main outit, janes party, and when hades wakes up Audrey (which is the only one i didnt redesign...i think)  i dont have alot to say for Ben other than HE FINALLY HAS DIFFERENT OUTFITS THAT DONT LOOK HORRIBLE ON HIM YES. janes party was probably the worst offender of his D3 looks, like...wtf descendants designers? do you all hate Ben for some reason? his main is no longer a Auradon guard look alike but now is a random shirt, a leather jacket Evie made for him, some reinforced jeans, and steel toed combat boots, this king is ready to throw down. and his BTD, got inspiration from Beasts og animated outfit (tale as old as time) just anything than a plain old suit we’ve seen him in a million times.

Audrey!

Audrey was probably the easiest since i already redesigned her main and evil look before back in 2020 and i had several ideas for her sleepwear designs since wtf was that thing she was wearing in the movie oh my god that thing belongs on a fashion runway and that's it don't let it see sunlight please. i did like her OG btd dress but i wanted to, again, give her more of her D1 feel so i just kinda....did that? idk but i like it and its supposed to have a vine/flower pattern traveling across it but again im lazy. 

Doug! i dont particularly care for your character but you deserve to be redesigned as well since i kinda fix you in rewrite SO

i fucking had so much trouble drawing him so i just gave up and put my inspiration shit onto the canvas and called it a day. weirdly colored green and offset purple is not his color maroon is why the fuck would the designers keep stickling him in that the absolute fuck (maroon matches Evie a bit better too, purple and green DONT)

Jane~

Jane, actually has cute outfits and i like them, minus her BTD outfit because what the shit is that thing burn it. SO cute off shoulder party dress with cute bracelets from Gil because GOLDEN RETRIVER AND BLUE BIRD ARE CUTE FIGHT ME. and yes the ribbon on her waist is translucent at the ends because i can, also her dress is shiny. 

so these were the AKs~ how’d i do?

C4 Sea 3+reader Pirates & Dizzy new vks 

[high-and-away]

FFXIVWrite 2021, Prompt #22: Fluster

"What did you say his name was?" "Antonio," says the rancher, with far more patience than Victoria expected from someone currently compelled to deal with the unexpected inconvenience of her presence. "Belonged to some snotty little prick of a Garlean officer. Sold him for a first-class airship ticket back home because he didn't want to go with the common rabble. Kept moaning on about his cousins and some restaurant and plebeians. You know the type." Victoria nods, trying not to fiddle with the reins; she does indeed know the type. Unmuddied boots, tea breaks, personal valets, From A Good Family. Pricks indeed. Beneath her, Antonio shifts slightly, bonks his enormous black muzzle against the rancher's trouser pockets, and whuffles loudly around in search of unguarded morsels. Victoria isn't sure she's ever seen a bored warhorse before, but this one seems to fit the bill. He'd made the hair on the back of her neck go up at first. For a heartbeat, she'd thought the forest would spring up around him, and a rider blow into being like smoke. But that was another horse, in another time, at another place, and she's being incredibly fucking silly. Maybe Wyda's right when she rambles on about shell shock and lasting psychological scars and I just think it'd help if you talked to someone, Vicky. No. Absolutely not. Probably not. Maybe not. Definitely not. Never. She has enough scars on the outside, thank you. Whatever. Baggage is baggage and she's not playing porter today. Back to the conversation she's supposed to be having. "--enough, especially for a stallion--" "Sorry?" It's not the first apology she's made today, and it will almost certainly not be the last. "Just meant he's been well-behaved. You ready, then?" Ah. Right. She's got a destrier to test-ride. "Ah, yeah. Sorry, it's been a bit of a long day. I'm a bit, uh. Out of it." Her weak, apologetic smile doesn't feel convincing, and she doesn't need a mirror to know that it probably doesn't look convincing, either. The rancher simply shrugs and steps out of the way; either having several thousand gil on the line has him on his best behavior, or he really, truly does not give a shit. Right. Horse. Hands on the reins, feet in the stirrups, arse in the saddle, heels in his sides and oh fuck too much heel he's off like a shot. Fuck. This is not a pony and she is not ten years old and being led around by an instructor. This is a warhorse and she's about to break her bloody neck in front of this bloody rancher she's just thundered past-- And then there's Max, leaning on the fence with both arms dangling, a ruefully fond look in her eyes, and an enormous shit-eating grin. Her posture says I delight in your misery but her face says I should’ve known you’d pull something like this, asshole. Against her better judgment, Victoria goes home with both her friend and the horse in tow.

[softquietsteadylove]

is it bad that i wanna see gil absolutely fuck kro up in circus au 👀

Kro roared, charging at Gil from behind and tackling him to the ground. Gil was about as well built as they came, but Kro wasn't exactly small or delicate either. "Get your filthy hands away from her!"

But he swung wildly--blindly. Kro swung his fists like a man who had only ever been in a fight against someone he knew he could beat. He only played winning games.

But Gil hadn't always been so strong. There had been a time when he had just been a kid, trying to protect a hutch of bunnies from the boys in the schoolhouse. There was a time when he had been an awkward young man begging his classmates not to throw rocks at pigeons and rats. There was a time when Gil wasn't a fighter.

But Thena made him want to be. And he had been in fights before. He had fought battles he hadn't known he would win, against those he knew were bigger and stronger.

Gil rolled them over, still trying to get them away from the tables, the supplies, from Thena--everything. He got himself on top of Kro and swung with intention.

Every blow communicated everything he wished he could say. From the first time he had met Thena and then been mortified to learn who her husband was. From the first time she'd said his name to the time he had learned it was she who had insisted on hiring him.

All the way to the touches, the looks, even the kiss. The first one and the one they had shared in the sleeper car where she would later sleep in the same bed as her husband. Gil had always thought of himself as a good man. Never would he have guessed he would be wanting for another man's wife. But if loving Thena was wrong he would walk clean into hell of his own free will, but only if she would send him off with a kiss and that smile of hers.

"Come on, break it up!"

"Get 'em apart, they'll kill each other!"

"Bastard deserves it!" Gil barked, although not definitively at someone. He felt hands clawing at him to pull him away but all he could see was Kro under him, his eyes black and his face bloodied.

Kro pushed his palm up and into Gil's face. "Get off me!"

"Gil!"

He paused. His fist was poised up in the air, ready to swing down again. But he looked away from Kro, his vision clearing and letting him see Thena looking at him. His eye was swollen too, from Kro's wild haymaker. He blinked. "Thena?"

She marched forward, past the men trying to keep the lady back from the violence. She moved them away, grabbing onto his shirt to haul him up and away from her husband. "Get off him, Gil--won't help."

He stumbled as she pulled him. His knees felt hollow and his vision was hazy. "A-Are you okay?"

"Me," she scoffed at him. She touched his face, careful of the swelling already starting. "What were you thinking?"

He let her lead him like a stumbling calf over to the water pump. "Couldn't let him treat you like that."

"So gallant," she scoffed again, but her fingers were feather light on his skin. She met his eye, although she was looking particularly stern. "I told you not to fight him."

"He's saying shit-ah!" Gil flinched back as she applied faint pressure to his - now - bad eye.

"Sh," she whispered, moving to the area around the eye. "He says shit constantly. I live with him, recall?"

He recalled it constantly. He glanced over, but the guys were already hauling Kro somewhere else, probably the medical tent. He did get a few good hits on the bastard. "Isn't he going to ask where you are?"

She sighed. She knew very well that he was right, but she didn't make any move to join the man in question. "You need to get ice on this, wash off. If the eye gets worse you should see med."

Gil didn't even spare a glance to see if they were being watched or not. He raised his hand, gently pulling hers away from him. A reasonable enough action but the way they lingered in contact with one another wasn't. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. What if he hurts you because of this?"

She tilted her head at him. "I told you he wouldn't."

Gil's eyes drifted down again, brushing up her sleeve and against her arm.

"Don't," she whispered.

"Too late."

It was too late for both of them. She did spare a look to make sure they weren't being watched. Or at least, if anyone was still lingering, then they were unlikely to say anything.

Thena put her hand on his chest, under the guise of sliding it up to his shoulder. She gave it a squeeze, "how is it?"

It was the shoulder he had hurt catching her. "Like new."

She cracked at least a little bit of a smile at that. Her hand squeezed his shoulder again before she put some distance between them again. "Gil, we can't go on like this."

He had dreaded hearing her say those words.

"Monster or not," she shook her head, tears in her eyes, "he's my husband."

Maybe it would be a better idea for women to be able to leave their husbands. "Wish he wasn't."

Thena turned her head, letting herself hover a little closer. "Me too."

"I could kill him."

She smiled at his joke. Well, it was mostly a joke. "You wouldn't."

"I wouldn't?"

She patted his chest once more before taking a step back, truly giving the image of moving away from their little bubble. "That heart is too soft."

He was starting to wonder about that, though. But it did nothing to help them now. He also leaned away from the well pump. Everyone had dispersed, possibly to let him and Thena talk. He was still a little wobbly, probably from Kro punching him in the ear instead of the cheek on one side.

He walked over to the pens, happy just to take a seat on the bale of hay. He blinked as a grey snout floated down into his periphery. He puffed out a laugh, patting the nose with his less swollen hand. "I'm okay, boy."

Angus whinnied gently, nudging at him.

"Ah, I know, I know," he smiled down at his knees. He had gotten himself into hot water this time. He didn't know what was supposed to come next. He had attacked his boss, over a matter involving his boss' wife. He would be fired at least, and at most, Kro would kill him next time he saw him. "I shouldn't have."

Angus didn't offer any condemnation of his actions. If anyone wanted to get rid of Kro more than him, it was this horse.

"We'll figure it out, buddy," Gil promised, resting his temple against the size and weight of Angus' snout. He sighed, "bud?"

The horse's nostrils twitched.

"Next time you see that guy," Gil gave the equine's grey fur a kiss. "Give 'im hell."

[365days365movies]

January 29, 2021: Mad Max (1979)

I’ve made it no secret how much I love the movie Mad Max Fury Road.

It’s a chase movie through the dystopian Australian desert featuring guys in souped-up, tricked out cars and motorcycles, and Charlize Theron has one metal arm and is a bad-ass, and also this shit.

Look, I’m not exactly a testosterone-fueled basic bro, but...COME ON MAN THIS MOVIE ROCKS. I just love it SO MUCH. So, why the hell haven’t I seen the other movies in this franchise, all of whom are directed by the same person? Well, my answer to that is the same as it always is.

I genuinely don’t know. I just never have. BUT THIS IS ACTION JANUARY! What better time to fill in this missing blank than RIGHT GODDAMN NOW?

LET’S GO. SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap

So, it’s “a few years from now,” in Australia. Given the past year, this has become slightly more realistic, but anyway. A cop-killer named Nightrider (Vincent Gil) is on the loose, and the cops are on the case. Soon, an entire platoon appears to be chasing the Nightrider and his girlfriend. All the while, we get a glimpse of another policeman, gearing up to join the chase.

We get some car chase action, crashes included, with a couple of cars destroyed, a phone booth tipped over, half of an RV demolished, and one cop possibly dead. All the while, a car labeled Interceptor pulls onto the road, ready to join the case.

The driver of the Interceptor is none other than Max Rockatansky (Mel Gibson), who, uh...intercepts. Also...Rockatansky? Is...is that silly or the best last name I’ve ever heard? I genuinely do not know, and that disturbs me. 

They drive right into a construction zone, with Max right behind, and Nightrider’s car explodes, and Max stops in time, and we get our first full look at him as he stares on, surprised.

Max goes home to his wife and son, who are totally gonna be alive by the end of this movie, probably throughout the whole franchise. He heads to work the next morning to meet with a colleague, Goose (Steve Bisley), a motorcycle cop who broke his leg in the chase. With a friend, they’ve put together a new car, a Pursuit Special.

This, however, appears to be some kind of plot by two high-ups, Commissioner Laboutache (Jonathan Hardy) and “Fifi” Macaffee (Roger Ward). Seems like they’ve provided the car to keep Max on the force, as he’s their top cop, and yearns to quit the force. I can only assume that it’s because of his wife and kids, who will definitely be alive by the end of this movie. The proof of that just KEEPS PILING UP.

Max appears high in demand today, though, as a group of motorcycling nomads ride into a small town, looking for the body of Nightrider. They’re led by the TOTALLY SANE Toecutter (Hugh Keays-Byrne), and they wreak havoc on the town and its citizens. A young couple try to escape the town, but they soon find themselves chased by the gang, their car is destroyed, and they are...well, they aren’t killed, but it’s not good.

Their fate is soon discovered by Max and Goose. The young man is seen running away, the girl is rescued, and a drugged-up gang member is discovered screaming “Nightrider!” Max and Goose now have an idea of what’s going on.

The gang member, Johnny the Boy (Tim Burns), is arrested and brought back to HQ. Toecutter’s right-hand man, Bubba Zanetti (Geoff Parry), is sent back to get him. To be specific, he sends his attorneys to fetch Johnny. On the day of his trial, nobody shows up, including the young couple. Therefore, Johnny’s allowed to walk. Goose is NOT OK with that outcome, and assaults Johnny and his attorneys.

Back with Toecutter, Johnny Boy is almost killed, as the group find some surveillance devices planted on a...manakin? Yeah, they have this weird sexual fascination with a realistic shop manakin, and the cops bugged it. Not sure what else to tell you, that’s just what happens.

The next day, Goose leaves home, and we see that Johnny Boy’s figured out where he lives, as he’s waiting outside. Goose rides to work, but the wheels of his motorcycle look up, and he FLIES off the highway.

He’s...completely OK? Yeah, like, he’s totally fine. No idea how the hell THAT happened, and the guy that picks him up shares my sentiments. Goose borrows the man’s truck, and heads out, but Johnny Boi intercepts him with a well-thrown brake drum. HA! He stops him with brakes.

The truck crashes, and Goose is still surprisingly alright as Toecutter arrives. Toecutter, violently ant-cop, orders Johnny Boy to set the truck and Goose on fire, as it’s leaking fuel. Johnny doesn’t want to, but Toecutter gets it done anyway. Geez, what is it with action movies and guys named Goose? LEAVE GEESE ALONE, MOVIES!

At the hospital, Max arrives to see his critically injured partner, who’s badly burned and on a respirator. Max is VERY affected by his old friend’s massive injuries, and heads home. He quits, for good this time, although Fifi insists otherwise. Max insists that he’s scared that he’ll begin to enjoy the danger of it too much, and would rather stay rational for the sake of his family. Fifi convinces him to simply take a few weeks off, and think about it further.

So, Max takes the time off, going on vacation with his family. He talks to his wife Jess (Joanne Samuel) about his father, and his feelings for her, and they’re toooootally gonna live until the end of the movie.

They stop in a town, and stop at a shop to fix the car. Jess takes her son to a beach get some ice cream. And also staying at the beach is...Toecutter and his gang…yup. Yup, here we go. They obviously assault, since ME WANT WOMAN OONGA BOONGA, and she escapes with their son. She picks up Max, and they take off. 

Feeling unsafe, the family heads to a friend’ s farm to stay safe and fix up their car. Jess goes down to the beach near the farm...and so does Toecutter and his gang. On her way back through the forest (how much property do these people OWN), she finds herself followed by the gang. And then, she…

...makes it back to Max. Huh. I was sure she was a goner. Anyway, Max gets their friend to take her back to the house, and he goes hunting for them. However...their son is still out there. Shit.

Jess, a devoted mother, goes to find him, only to find him in the hands of Toecutter and his men. But damn, they’re SAVED by their friend, May Swaisey (Shiela Florence), who comes with a gun in tow. She fires it, alerting Max to the trouble, then grabs the baby alongside Shields. They flee, with Toecutter’s gang eventually escaping.

Unfortunately, Max never finished fixing the car, and it dies on the highway, with the gang in hot pursuit. Despite May’s best efforts…

Fuck.

Sprog’s dead. And Jess is in a coma, and they say that she’s going to recover. But, uh...yeah, that doesn’t matter to Max. After Goose, Jess, and HIS SON? Toecutter’s DEAD. And Max goes and gets his car at the police station. First stop is the mechanic from earlier, who told Toecutter where they were. And Max ain’t playing around at this point.

Turns out that the group hangs by the beaches in order to intercept fuel trucks, and siphon off their fuel. With that intel, Max goes hunting. And OH BOY, he’s out for blood.

He runs four of them off a bridge, then heads to find more.  He goes after more, then sees someone downed in a field. Unfortunately, it’s an ambush, and Johnny, Bubba, and Toecutter shoot him in the leg and run over his hand. Bubba tries to run him over, but gets shot in the process. Johnny and Toecutter take off, as a...falcon begins to eat Bubba?

Yeah...yeah ABSOLUTELY not how falcons work, but OK then.

Max runs Toecutter down in his car, then causes him to ram into an oncoming truck. We get some CRAZY ASS EYE SHOTS (they are weird), and Toecutter bites it...in a really unceremonious fashion, considering that he was the one to kill your son. Anticlimactic, but OK.

Still gotta find Johnny, though, and Max drives all night in search of him, only to find him having killed a man and driven his car off the road. Max meets him at gunpoint, and cuffs him to the downed car as be begs for his life, claiming his own innocence. Doesn’t matter at this point, though.

And that...is Mad Max. Huh. That was...interesting. And somehow, very different than I expected! But here’s the deal...

No Epilogue.

Yup, I’m tackling ALL of the Mad Max films at the same time! See you tomorrow for the next one!

January 30, 2021: Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior (1981)

[bi-bard]

You Aren’t Alone... I Promise- Malcolm Bright Imagine (Prodigal Son)

Title: You Aren’t Alone... I Promise

Pairing: Malcolm Bright X Reader (I tried to make this gender neutral)

Requested: Nope!

Word Count: 2,687

Warning(s): Kidnapping, death, mentions of previous murders, general dark subjects so please read with caution

Summary: Malcolm and (Y/n) were always close. (Y/n) had accepted every part of Malcolm, no questions asked. Most people would look at this as something amazing, right? But what if there was something more? What if there was something more to the situation than anyone knew?

Author’s Note: I have been tossing this idea around for so long! I am very excited to writ it but it’s going to be a little bit long so be prepared. 

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“Hello,” I said in a cheery voice, closing the door slowly behind me. My mom walked around the corner and hugged me. “Good morning.”

“Good morning, sweetheart,” she replied. “What are you doing here?”

“I managed to get ready early so I thought I’d stop by on my way to work,” I shrugged. 

“Would you like some coffee,” my mom asked, pointing at her coffee maker. “I just made a fresh pot.”

“That sounds great,” I nodded, walking to her fridge and grabbing out some coffee creamer. 

“Have you guys had any interesting cases lately,” she handed me a travel cup, its lid, and a spoon. I shrugged.

“We had a murder last week but nothing too extreme since then,” I replied. 

“Well, maybe you should head in so you don’t miss anything,” she stuck her tongue out at me. 

“I’m sure talking to you a little bit in the morning won’t make me mi-”

And then my phone started ringing. I groaned and looked at the caller ID. Gil was calling. 

“And that’s my queue to go,” I shrugged. My mom pulled me into a tight hug, wishing me good luck. 

I quickly answered my phone on my way out, struggling to push open the door with the travel cup and my bag. Gil quickly rambled off a few quick facts as I went jogging out of the apartment. 

**Time Skip**

Come at least pick-up a little dinner tonight, I smiled to myself as I read my mom’s text. 

She didn’t have to offer me food on a normal basis... I was an adult. She didn’t need to let me steal her coffee. She was always doing the most. Probably more than needed but I loved her more than anything for that. 

“I thought I was the only one who smiled at crime scenes,” my smile went from my phone to Malcolm, who was walking over. “How has your morning been?”

“Definitely better than others,” I shrugged, giving him a brief hug. “What about you?”

He raised his eyebrows for a second with a look. That had become a simple signal. Still didn’t get enough sleep, probably didn’t eat, and his mom probably stopped by. I hugged him again, kissing his cheek. 

“Okay, we have a crime scene to look at,” I said with a grin. He nodded and grabbed my hand, dragging me over to the scene, and then promptly dropped my hand.

The scene was in an alleyway. It was like the killer was making a show of it all. Who were they entertaining? No one besides themselves. It was disturbing to see or think about.

I was ready to vomit when I walked into the room. A girl was tied up by her wrists. She looked like she was covered in blood. Her hair was matted, her clothes had blood stains and tears in it. Malcolm’s hand briefly touched my back as my face morphed into a look of pure disgust.

“Alright, please fill us in,” I said, looking over to our little team.

“Chloe Morrow, 23, found tied up without her tongue,” I grimaced as Gil relayed the information. “Edrisa has more specifics.”

“Yes,” Edrisa popped her from behind the body. “So... as bloody as she looks... that wasn’t the cause of death.”

“How the hell is that not the cause of death,” J.T asked.

“Well, the cuts were made after the victim had died, something else killed her,” she shrugged. “I don’t quite know what it was but my money would be on an overdose if it wasn’t lack of food or water. She was definitely dead before most of the bigger marks were made.”

“That’s so demented,” I mumbled. “And then to display them in public. God.”

“What are these,” we all looked at Malcolm, who had since walked over and lifted the shirt of the victim. 

“Don’t know, it looks like a code but I don’t understand it,” Edrisa replied. 

I stepped a little closer, staring at the markings. They were written in pen...thick, black marker. The killer wanted to know that you could see the marks. My eyes widened as it clicked.

“I know what this is,” I said. Everyone gave me the look that they usually give Malcolm, absolutely confused and a little more shocked than they need to be. “It’s Pigpen cipher. I learned it from my... parents.”

“What does it say,” Malcolm asked. I held my hand out, asking for a pen and paper. I quickly jotted down the symbols and filled them in letter by letter. “So?”

“‘I’m home,’“ I answered. “That’s what it says. Why?”

“Edrisa, find the cause of death,” Gil started listing off responsibilities. “Dani and (Y/n), go see if we have files on any other killers that use messages like this.”

**Time Skip**

“Nothing,” I smacked the table. “We’ve been searching for hours and we’ve found fucking nothing!”

“Hey, hey,” Dani stood up from her seat. “We’ll figure this out.”

“I just want answers,” I groaned, grabbing a file and opening it. I read over the general details. “Holy shit.”

“Did you find something,” she asked. 

“Unsolved case, the photos are of pigpen cipher, and disturbing injuries,” I handed a few photos over to Dani. “It looks like that last case was almost 13 years ago.”

“Maybe the killer was on the run for a while and now feels like they can come back,” she suggested. 

“Or it’s a copycat,” I mumbled, praying that it was only a copycat and not the original killer because... of personal reasons. That’s when the team walked in.

“What did you find,” Malcolm asked, looking right over my shoulder. 

“Almost an exact match for our murder,” I answered. “Cipher, injuries, all of it.”

“What does the cipher say,” Gil leaned on the table. 

“It looks like quite a few have been translated,” I shrugged. I rambled off a few examples, “‘Faith, money, liar...’“

“They’re all messages, lessons,” Malcolm added. I nodded.

“This guy has a serious John Kramer complex,” I looked at the confused stares from Gil, J.T, and Dani. “Jigsaw? From the Saw movies? The torture-porn ones?”

“Ew,” J.T. mumbled. 

“He thinks he’s superior,” I continued explaining. “He thinks he’ll inspire people by completely mutilating others.”

“Disgusting,” J.T grimaced. I nodded.

“The Pigpen Killer,” Malcolm decided. We all looked at him. “What? I can’t give the serial killer a name?”

We all ignored his question as Gil started speaking.

“Alright, we comb through evidence, follow up on any leads they had,” Gil instructed. “We need a list of who to look into. Got it?”

“Yes, sir,” Malcolm playfully saluted before grabbing the file from my hands. 

**Time Skip**

“Try and get a little bit of sleep,” I mumbled, kissing Malcolm’s forehead as I went to walk out of the precinct.

“I’ll try,” he replied before fully kissing me. “Get home safe, please.”

“I will,” I promised. “Bye.”

“Goodbye,” he waved at me as I walked off.

I was on high alert the entire walk. I had rounded corners slowly, ready to fight if I needed to. I probably looked insane but I didn’t care. This was exactly what I needed to do. 

I thought that everything was perfect. I thought I was being safe... and I was. I thought I was going to be able to go home and relax.

I did get home.

I didn’t get to relax.

I walked in and was met with another person right inside. I was about to scream when a cloth was held over my mouth. I struggled against whoever had grabbed me until I felt a cloud form around my brain as my body went numb. I slowly stopped fighting as everything went black around me.

**Time Skip**

I slowly woke up, blinking and trying to clear my head. The entire night slowly came back to me as I looked around. I was still in my living room. My arms were secured behind me and my legs were tied. There was some kind of cloth tied in my mouth.

My breath picked up when I heard footsteps behind me. I wanted to yell or do something but I couldn’t. I only saw the person’s back as they walked to my table and grabbed a chair, placing it in front of me. 

He yanked his hood off. My eyes went wide. He pulled the cloth out of my mouth with a smirk. It wasn’t a copycat. Why couldn’t it be a copycat?

“Dad,” I asked in absolute shock. He chuckled before doing some weird, condescending version of jazz hands.

“Hi,” he said. “Did you like my little code? Did you tell your cop friends or did they figure it out?”

“Why are you here,” I asked. “Why did you come back?”

“Can I not visit my kid,” he replied. 

“You were on the run,” I continued. “You probably could have hidden away for the rest of your life. You didn’t need to come back to the city and start killing again.”

“I don’t want to hide,” my dad rolled his eyes. “And I won’t have to.”

“Why,” I mumbled.

“Because you’re going to confess,” he explained, standing up to grab a camera from my closet that typically had my paper towels and other cleaning supplies. My apartment was kind of tiny. “You’re going to confess on camera to the murders of my 13 victims... well... now 14. I go off, never looking over my shoulder again, and you get a cute fluffy prison cell where you might get to eventually see your little boyfriend.”

“If you hurt Malcolm, I swear-”

“I won’t touch him,” my dad rolled his eyes. “I will... however.... kill your mom if you refuse. Remember when she tried to turn me in?”

“You’re psychotic.”

“The police still have me as a suspect because of her,” he ignored me. “Now... she’s tied up in your bathroom. If you refuse, I make a message out of her. If you don’t refuse... it ends. You and your team will never have to deal with me again. Look at the facts. You confess... and I disappear. Deal?”

“How do I know I can believe you,” I asked. “You could just be lying so I’ll play by your rules.”

“Oh my god,” my dad moved and grabbed the back of my chair. 

He tilted it back slightly so he could drag me over to my bathroom door. He pushed the door open and there was my mom, tied in place, sobbing, clearly scared out of her mind... and I couldn’t help her. My eyes filled with tears.

“So, do we have a deal,” he repeated. I nodded. “Good... keep yourself together. The crying will give something away.”

He dragged me back to my previous spot and set up the camera. I bit my lip, staring at the floor. I was trying to figure out exactly what I was going to say... and then another thought came to mind.

Malcolm. He was pretty much the perfect profiler. He would know this was fake. Maybe he would know that I wasn’t actually guilty. He could be my hero.

“Ready,” my dad clapped his hands. I nodded slowly. “Okay... and...”

He just pointed to me when he hit record. 

“I guess that guilt gets to us all at some point,” I started. “I have fooled everyone since I was in my teens. I used the appearance of innocence to hide everything I did and create a conspiracy around my own father. I am what the police have named the Pigpen Killer. I’m sorry to my team and to everyone who trusted me. It’s time to move forward. It’s time to face the time for my actions. It’s over.”

The camera switched off and my dad clapped again. I jumped at the sound. 

“Good job,” he cheered. “All of that in the first take, I’m impressed.”

“Just let my mom and me go,” I hissed as he walked over to my computer. I watched him transfer the video. This was it. The day everything ended. 

“I can’t let you call the police after I leave,” he shrugged, finally moving away from the computer. “So we’re going to watch the news of your little video.”

“How are you going to make sure that you don’t get caught if they come here to get me,” I asked. 

“Don’t worry about that,” he shrugged, pulling a chair over to sit next to me after turning on the TV. 

I couldn’t see anything but I could hear it. My heart started beating faster and faster. This was going to be the end of it all... if Malcolm couldn’t help me. I needed Malcolm to help me.

**Time Skip**

I had started crying once the report started. Not only was the news going, but Ainsley was the one reporting. I could hear her voice crack as she spoke. My shoulders were shaking as I started sobbing. They all thought I was evil. Everyone.

I had gotten to the point where I had given up hope. I was going to jail, my dad was going to go free, and my mom was going to be left on her own.  It was over. I was done for.

“I should really be going,” my dad said, as if I wasn’t tied up. “It was nice seeing you, kiddo.”

I just glared at him as he walked around me. I turned my gaze to the ground as he started to untie me. Both of us froze when the door slammed open. 

A group of detectives walked in. A few grabbed my dad but I was focused on Malcolm, who had come speed-walking in after them. He was quick to untie my arms before starting on one leg while I started on the other one. 

I basically dove off of the chair and hugged him tightly. Malcolm rubbed my back, mumbling quietly in my ear. I moved back for a second. 

“My mom,” I said through my sobs. “She’s tied up in the bathroom.”

“Get her,” Malcolm nodded to Dani. 

The rest of the event was a blur. Malcolm had guided me outside. I watched my dad get pushed into the back of the cop car. Malcolm wrapped an arm around my shoulders and I leaned my head on his shoulder. 

“Thank you,” I finally mumbled, after standing next to him in silence for a long time. “I knew that you’d know I was lying.”

“You didn’t move your body at all,” Malcolm explained. “I knew something was wrong.”

“Thank you,” I repeated before kissing his cheek. “I... I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you about my dad.”

“It’s alright,” he replied. “It’s just he was still running around and I didn’t want him to hurt you or Ainsley or Jessica or Dani or Gil or-”

“I understand,” Malcolm cupped the sides of my face as he cut me off. “I completely understand, I promise. From one kid with a psychotic dad to another, I understand.”

“Can I stay at your place tonight,” I asked. He nodded softly, kissing my forehead. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” he mumbled, pulling me closer as he started leading me away from the scene.

That night, my name was cleared. With a smile, Ainsley reported that my confession was false and that the true killer has been arrested. My mom was taken care of and protected so she could have a peaceful night’s sleep. Everyone was safe... everyone was home.

The city blew up with the news. Some of them were honoring the victims. Some of them were saying that they knew I was innocent. The internet ran with it; screaming about the false confession from the comfort of their couches. 

Malcolm and I just went straight to his apartment. He sat on the couch with me, waiting for me to fall asleep... which I didn’t. We found this quiet peace where no one had to talk. No one had to be scared. It was the only thing I could ask for at that moment.

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eh i just wanted to write abit about Ney’s Coerthas doings. 

Being a floater is fucking great. i do what i want and go where i please. only obligation is to myself. i usually stay in Dravania cause it’s better then the snow sometimes. but i still need the frigid touch to soothe the fire in me. i set out for tailfeather to get some cloth i need for cleaning my rapier, i had to take it off my arm so i’m one armed. i’ll just have to use my claymore for if I’m attacked. i get to the settlement and find out there’s no cloth i use only this really coarse kind that will surely scratch up my blade, and it’s super expensive as well. i look made of gil to you? fine i guess i’ll have to cross into Coerthas after all, i aint dealing with the Gnath. Let’s hope there’s no overzealous Temple Knight looking to take down a heretic. Honestly can i not help a dragon without being marked for death? this is complete bullshit. They are like family to me, and you always protect family. i had to come all the way to Falcon’s Nest to see if i could get some damn cloth. i was only waylaid by a few Knights but a horde of Her heretics, that woman needs to stop honestly. i don’t give two shits about that damn city i only care about living in this tundra. i was going about my business with a merchant when i was approached and talked to by a Knight. well this can’t be good.

it wasn’t good. i’m actually surprised you didn’t kill me where i stood. i’m being extradited to Ishgard for some trial shit. i managed to shake my captors in central Coerthas then went off to Providence Point to think of how to get back to Dravania. i took a seat on the cliff overlooking that city and leaned against one of the weird rock formations. i’ll need to lay low for awhile, possibly indefinitely, while they are sure to sniff around the Western lands. idly throwing rocks while strategizing i came across an unusual stick with leaves on it. it looks really unassuming and i almost chucked it like the rest of the rocks. Something gave me pause though, i swear i’ve seen this design somewhere before. but where? i pocketed it and reached over my shoulder for the hilt when i heard footsteps approaching. of course someone can see me around these rocks, my ears are like a mile high. when the footsteps got closer i realized the sounded light, this isn’t an adult behind me. a stretch of silence later i emerged from behind the rocks to see an Elezen child staring back up at me. she looked super young and also a bit frightened so i knelt to get eye to eye. “Hey little girl what are you doing up here.” no response, she must be shy. An idea struck me so i pulled out the odd stick. She recognized it and looked relieved to see it. “I take it this is yours then? May i ask what it is?” i hand it over and again got no response. “Where are your parents?” why do i keep asking questions when i know she won’t answer them? i kept fruitlessly asking her things until two sets of footsteps approached. Instinctively shoving the girl behind me i raised to my feet and waited for them to arrive. it was two men, an Au Ra and a Hyur, and by the looks of it are both Dark Knights. Does Ishgard employ this trade? They were both looking down at the girl by my legs so i glanced at her as well. “Do you know these men?”

“Yes so give her back.” i shot a glare at them since i didn’t see who spoke and pushed the child further behind me. 

“I don’t remember asking you a goddamn thing!” they didn’t appreciate me holding the child from them but until i am convinced she is safe with them, she aint going nowhere. the girl tugged on my pants so i looked down and she nodded at me that she did know these two. “Are you absolutely positive?” they didnt like coach her into staying with them? is she safe? She again nods so i pushed her forward and watched her run for the Auri. even though i was abrasive towards them the Hyur still thanked me for holding her so i bowed in response. i didn’t see any reason to try to make further conversation so i returned to sitting on the cliff and planning. i think i heard them leave but i didn’t check cause my involvement was done. 

wasn’t the last time i’d be seeing them though. i bumped into them several more times evading the Knights after my heretic ass. the child even saved me a time or two with that odd stick. so it’s a conjury weapon, gotcha. i can do a bit of healing as a red mage but it’s not as potent as white magic. after that i didn’t see them for awhile so i prayed Oschon would keep them safe on their travels. i still needed to get back to Dravania to lie low. 

i couldn’t run forever i knew that but i didnt dream theyd be specifically looking for heretics tryna cross into the Shroud. it’s out of your jurisdiction isn’t this up to the Shroud officials for if you can clap me in irons? this time the extradition was thorough and i was hauled to Ishgard.  what kind of trial am i to be put on? just because i saved a dragon and killed some of your men that were deaf to reason doesn’t mean i’m plotting your downfall. and i told them that. my shouting attracted a few ears and some looks, then i heard someone call out and antagonize the Knights holding me. i recognize that voice. that’s the Dark Knight with that little girl. why are you fighting them when it’s pretty obvious they throw death sentences to anyone who so much as breathes wrong. this is tyranny. Straight tyranny. they carted us off to some building and it appeared like this might be an actual court session. now why would you do this when i already said the aforementioned deaf to reason? i’m sorry what...... you said a trial by combat? sounds barbaric to me. we were called heretics so nothing new, then when told to step forward and claim our right to this combat i learned the man’s name was Fray. interesting name but i cant judge when mine sounds weird as well. whoa hey hang on now we weren’t accused by no men in white why are they stepping up to fight us? i looked over at this Fray but helmets suck for reading emotions. why did i expect them to play fairly? Where’s the Knights that hauled me here? lemme fight them. he drew his giant sword and stood ready so i sighed inwardly and got myself into stance as well. after this i never wanna see this fucking city again. 

i haven’t felt that close to death since childhood. it was very uncomfortable. they sent us out and i didn’t need a formal invitation to hightail it the fuck out. i cleared the so called Gates of Judgement, friendly name, and only then did i have to take a knee. gods above my body is heavy as shit suddenly. i held my side and my hand came away bloody. oh well that explains a few things. 

Fray

i was making my way back to our little camp when i came across that Viera, Ney, using his claymore as a walking stick trailing blood. quickly catching up to the hobbling man i sat him down to patch that up. “Now what in Fury’s name made you think to just keep walking instead of healing yourself? do you want a pack of wolves on you?” he grumbled at me to shut up and watched me tend to him. “Guess i owe you another one. i would’ve died if not for you at my back. where you headed? least i could do is make sure you get back home without these wounds reopening.” 

“Dravania.” You live in the dragon’s land? no wonder they think he’s a heretic. “I live wherever i wanna live for your information.” he’s a rather snappy man. there’s no doubt in my mind this impale wound was meant for me. even the angle it was spells fatal but somehow he’s still alive. escorting this man home truly is the least i can do. I should be dead. i don’t know why that’s weighing so heavily. “I’m feeling it too Fray....... a dance with death isn’t to be brushed off so easily.” He stood and puts his sword away. “and you don’t owe me shit. i took this wound so you could see that little girl grow up. no one should have to raise themselves.” Speaking from experience are we? it was silent as we made our way across the highlands and into Dravania. i dropped him at a place called Tailfeather with him insisting he could make the rest of the way, so i turned and went on my way. What a character, i wish him well. 

[goldinavonlea]

WHERE do I even BEGIN?????

gonna put it under a cut because i have. lots of thoughts

I’m only going to do a rough take now and I’ll get pretty and clever with it later but the centrality of family to this episode but the specific way family was framed as a concept and what that means... exceptional. Truly, stunningly beautiful.

When Anne asks Ka’kwet the word for family, she explains that in Míkmawísimk, the term they use means ‘people I am connected to because we’re alike’ (which... just need to take a pause to say what an incredibly beautiful piece of language and—since language has such a profound affect on how we look at our existances—what an incredibly beautiful way of seeing it).

I felt like that formed the real thematic backbone of the episode: family not being nearly as simple as blood or something you’re born into, but something that can be fostered and created, something that can be found, which considering Anne’s history and the jounery she’s going on, is so incredibly beautiful and important.

I felt that the entire episode was giving us example of example of these bonds—these relationships of family through connection and similarity. The way Ka’kwet explained family really chimed for me with how Anne sees Kindred Spirits (which makes sense, since ‘kin’ is a term for family!), which is just one example of how Anne and Ka’kwet are immediately drawn to one-another, immediately alike in many ways and so there’s this instantaneous sense of family there.

I love that Anne was having a bit of a giggle over Matthew and Marilla’s similarities over dinner, but there’s an a slight undertone to it—she’s looking at the ways they are evidently family in a manner which doesn’t neccessarily include her. But there are so many ways in which the episode also makes her similarities to them—the ways in which she is so absolutely connected to them through likeness and in family—clear. I mean just watching Matthew and Marilla being absolute muppets to surprise her with that cake—Matthew with his book upside-down, Marilla straight up giggling to herself. They’ve taken in so much of her levity, her mischief and joy: they’ve become more like her, they’ve learned from loving her and changed in the process of becoming a family.

The same with Diana!! With her whole prank to get Anne over for the birthday tea—I mean can you imagine the Diana we first met in season one, who decalred herself to be lacking in imagination and who was so constrained by propriety, getting up to such hijinks? Purposefully yanking her neat hair out of its ribbon (about which I have two points: first, Di’s hair looked absolutely glorious down like that, she’s looking vital and lively and stunning this season; and second, the parallels of Di pulling her hair out to prank Anne, Anne loosing her ribbon and shaking her hair out on the horse, and Ka’kwet taking out her own hair ties she’d made to trade with Anne. Again, parallels are similarities, and similarity means kindred!)

NOT TO MENTION our girl kicking off at her parents about Queens using words like ‘supercede’, demanding her right to an education, slamming furiously away at her piano when she’s dismissed? God I have never been prouder in all my days, but again—she’s grown so much fire since meeting Anne, so much spirit and determination through knowing her. They are alike. They are family.

And with the girls from school in a wider sense too—there’s so much more ease there, a sense of unity and belonging and knowing of each other that lends a fluidity and familiarity to their interactions as a group which was frankly delightful to see (plus: Jane and Tilly both already have me cracking up this season which is wonderful because more of those two was something I really wanted to see). There’s no hostility there now, really—just soft-worn treads of exasperation and bickering which feels deeply familiar. They share the same stories, the same jokes. They have a Togetherness.

Mary and Bash were just... a fucking delight. A true joy. And again! The unity! The way they laugh together, share lines of thought, share such a sense of spirit and cheekiness. And of course they share an Actual Baby now which I will come back to I promise because that deserves space of its own.

And... look. Anne and Gil. If family, if kindred, is something made of things shared, of the ways people are the same, then one really can’t have enough of a giggle over the fact that they both, in the space of one episode, managed to have a moment of Putting Themselves Out There to the other only to be SPECTACULARLY shot down by the absolute MISSILE of the other being a complete fucking idiot. Like, to steal from Josie’s ‘too close to the sun’ comment to Moody (who remains, as ever, a Mood and a half), Anne and Gil each performed a truly impressive Icarus moment in the others’ presence this ep. Gilbert was Full On, Pedal to the Metal making allusions to their Future and Courtship and Marriage (he actually honest to god used the word Future in that conversation bless him, just bless his heart) and Anne just fires off a zeplin-felling, building-flattening rocket launcher of ‘you should really get on with it with Ruby’. And his whole 360 from being Absolutely Prepared to get in on this take notice thing, practically had Anne’s name written out already, to the screeching halt of Disaster Teen like ‘yeah I’m not really a take-notice kind of guy’ god I’m loving getting to see them just be Deeply Stupid Adolescents it’s... so enjoyable.

AND ANNE! Anne Shirley-Cuthbert! Madame! Was fully flashing back to Marilla’s ‘when someone loves you, then you’ll be kissed’ guidance because clearly her brain started to kick into gear when Ruby went off about the romance in his eyes and she just went ‘whelp the only possible way to get to the bottom of this is to corner him, give him a good Staring At, and see if he plants one on me’. Christ she’s iconic, just the monumental, fearless idiocy of that. I mean I’d thought a lot about what barriers there might be in place between Anne and Gilbert assuming from promo materials that they both had to be cottoning on at least a little bit to their feelings, and most of my thoughts were deeply angsty, but I didn’t at any point consider the most simple, the most obvious, the most hysterical answer which is that they’re just both absolute morons about this shit. Gilbert definitely being the greater moron though I mean ‘See ya’ YOU FOOL? YOU FOOL SHE CORNERED YOU ALONE TO BLINK AT YOU AND LEAN INTO YOUR SPACE YOU WERE PRACTICALLY READY TO PROPOSE JUST HOURS BEFORE WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK IS HAPPENING HERE?

Anyway how that ties into my original point on family/kindredness is that Anne and Gilbert are both precisely the same tone of Very Smart Person Who Is Also Catastrophically Stupid At Inopportune Moments and that’s why they’re kindred.

God he asked her if she’d forgotten what she was going to say, the pain I will feel until the end of my days that Bash was not there to witness that moment and tear literal shreds out of Gilbert for it it’s an honest to god tragedy.

which, coming back to our fave married couple because did i not promise???

the baby. THE BABY!!! Bash and Mary have a BABY they have a DAUGHTER her name is DELPHINE and Bash speaks to her in RIDICULOUS VOICES and apparently gets JEALOUS that he couldn’t help FEED HER! Mary carries her on her back and hangs out with Marilla thrice weekly (because Marilla wants baby cuddles) and Bash and Mary cooing over their beautiful daughter?? being desperately in love and so happy? i could scream i could SCREAM

Just the whole dynamic of the Lacroix-Blythe familiar unit broke into my home stole my heart out of my chest and I’m not even mad about it. Gilbert teasing Mary about bossing them about like their old boss on the steamer? the two of them sharing a What a Loveable Idiot Look re: Bash when Bash won’t stop talking to Delphine in weird voices? The ease and comfort with which they all exist in that space that was so sad before? and is now alight with joy and family? Gilbert kissing Delphine’s head and saying goodbye to her before he leaves for the day and mercilessly ribbing Bash on his way out? I’m gonna rewatch it I’m gonna rewatch that scene and literally if anything happens to this family I will scream I’ll SCREAM they’ve all been through enough they all deserve joy.

anyway it’s 3:00am and I’ve descended into nonsense so I’ll be back with a more thought out post (broken up into several because this is long as hell) when I’ve slept but in conclusion I love everyone (except, as ever, Billy Andrews) and I’m so so so happy to have this blessed show back in my life

[lukatheselkie]

HMC - “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

@hetaliamondaychallenge

Here’s number two! Gah I’m so late. I still have one to write as well. I figured I should probably post these two close together since they use Albert and Alrik (OCs).

Alrik is the personification of Fika. It’s a wonderful Swedish tradition, I recommend looking into it. He’s loud, expressive, energetic, brash, and a sweetheart (in his own way). However, he’s got sensory overload, which has a big part in this. It’s also important to note Norway gave him a ring after the last coffee ban in Sweden ended, and he wears it on a ribbon around his neck. There’s a significance behind this ring, but it’s not important to this story. Possibly the MOST important thing about this is his main pairing is Italy. He’s absolutely in love with him. BUT I’m also a big fan of alternate pairings, and that’s what this is. If you can’t handle reading bad qualities about him, maybe don’t read this. I had to use those to convince Alrik to choose Lovino (who I’m REALLY starting to love pairing with him, help.)  He also doesn’t like that Germany is so close to Italy, so he picks fights. This results in Prussia stepping in like the good big brother he is, and it almost always gets physical.

Pairings: OC x South Italy/Romano

Warnings: Cussing, beginning of a fight, mentions of wanting to strangle but never doing it, very slight sexual innuendos

    Alrik smiles sweetly at Feliciano, waving after him as he leaves. The moment he’s out of sight, his expression falls to one of sorrow. Lovino nudges him, trying to get his attention. “I know you came to visit him, but we can still have fun together, can’t we?” The corners of Alrik’s mouth quirk up slightly, but not enough for it to be a smile. He looks up at the Italian, nodding solemnly. Lovino ruffles his hair, successfully pulling a laugh from him.

    “Hey! Stop that! It takes a lot to get my hair to look presentable!” He sticks his tongue out at Lovino, smoothing down his hair in a desperate attempt to fix it.

    “I can’t help it. It’s just so tempting. You’re so small!” Alrik huffs loudly through his nose, and crosses his arms over his chest.

    “I’m only about ten centimeters shorter than you!” Lovino raises a brow at him, mouth pulled up into a smirk. “...And five centimeters shorter than Kiku.”

    “There it is. You’re short. But it’s cute. Don’t ever tell anyone I said that.” His cheeks tint pink, and he looks away. Alrik presses a hand to his mouth.

    “Nej one shall ever know. Not even through torture. I’ll take it to my grave!” He falters at the word, but only for a moment.

    “I’m not sure anyone would be brave enough to torture you after hearing your growl,” he comments, opening the door to the house. “Let’s play some games or something. It’ll help to take your mind off Vene leaving so soon. I told him you were coming over! I don’t know why he left like that.” Lovino’s curl bobs in annoyance. Alrik catches it between his hands, making sure not to tug on it.

    “It’s fine. He’s probably got more important things to do.” He sighs sadly, then shakes his head. “I’m not too upset! I get to play games with my friend! Race you to the couch.” He releases his curl, and takes off.

    “That’s not fair! You’re faster than I am!” He runs after him, rolling his eyes when he sees him sprawled on the couch, shoes kicked off and controller in hand. The console is already booting up. “Make yourself at home,” he mumbles, grabbing a controller for himself. He sits next to Alrik, leaning against him slightly. It’s his way of offering comfort without having to say anything embarrassing. Judging by the way Alrik visibly relaxes, it’s working.

~

    Lovino groans loudly when his cell phone rings, and pauses their game of Mario Kart. He answers it begrudgingly when he sees who’s calling. “What do you want, Antonio? I’m sort of in the middle of something.”

    “Ah, mi amigo! Can you open your door? Francis, Gilbert, and I are coming to visit! Gil says Ludwig went out with your brother, so you’re all alone right now!” Lovino glances at Alrik. Sure. Alone. “We’re less than a minute away, so hurry!” His curl starts to sway with agitation.

    “You’ll get the door open when I’m finished jacking off!” He screams into the phone, then hangs up. Alrik snaps his head around to him, eyes wide. “I’m not actually going to, don’t worry. I just wanted to make that asshole uncomfortable. Let’s finish our level.” The shorter man nods, and turns his attention back to the television. He sticks his tongue out slightly in concentration, and Lovino unpauses the game. They both wreck immediately, but get back on course after that. Lovino wins, with Alrik a close second place.

    “I’m always so close! Teach me how to winnnnnnnnnn,” he whines out. The Italian chuckles, and stands.

    “I wouldn’t be able to win if I taught you how though. I’ll be right back. I have to get the door for Antonio.” He rolls his eyes, and goes toward the door. Alrik puffs his cheeks and sticks his tongue out toward it jokingly. When the door opens, his heart sinks to his feet, and his expression falls into a carefully neutral one. Gilbert sees him before anyone can say a word.

    “Vhat ist he doing here!?” He points an accusing finger at Alrik.

    “Playing Mario Kart. If you don’t like it, then leave.” He flops onto the couch, feet toward the ceiling and head touching the ground. The air in the room grows tense, and he closes his eyes tightly. He *can’t* face Gilbert without his brother nearby. He knows he won’t stop, unless he’s pulled away from him and restrained. No one needs that today.

    “Gil. Non. Take a deep breath.” There’s heavy steps, and Alrik is yanked into a standing position. He sighs, readying himself for a fight. “Gilbert! Listen to me! Your brother isn’t here. Don’t start anything. Don’t let your need to protect him overshadow the fact he’s not even here.” Alrik gives him a pleading look.

    “I really don’t want to fight today. Please. I just want to have fun with Lovino.” He lifts the shorter man off the ground, sneering at him. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

    “Oh yeah? Vhat are jou going to do?” Alrik growls in the back of his throat. It’s quiet at first, but it quickly gains volume. It sounds just like Berwald’s growl. Gilbert goes pale—well, paler than usual—and throws him to the ground. “Vhat ze hell! Jou’re not a personification! Jou’re a-”

    “That’s enough. If you’re going to start a fight because he’s here, then you can fucking leave! You’re the one that showed up unannounced! Alrik is supposed to be here! And, if you want to go into even more detail, your brother showed up out of nowhere and whisked my brother away! Alrik came to hang out with both of us! Not just me! So this is your family’s fault!” He shoves a finger in GIlbert’s face. “Got it?”

    “G-got it,” he stutters out as he stumbles backwards. Lovino nods in satisfaction, and turns to Alrik. He furrows his brows when he sees he’s still on the ground, face hidden.

    “Hey. Are you alright?” He kneels next to him, placing a hand on his back reassuringly. “It’s under control now. No one will hurt you. I promise. If they even try, they’ll have to answer to me.” He sends a glare in Gilbert’s direction. Alrik wiggles his hand off, and curls in tighter on himself. Oh. Shit. “This is your fucking fault, you stupid potato bastard! I hope you know that! No one touch him. I’ll be right back.” He runs to his room, looking around frantically for a comfort object. He grabs one of his pillows, and his blanket. He returns to Alrik’s side, and wraps the blanket around him carefully. “You’re okay. Take deep breaths. Count to ten and back. Focus on things that make you happy.” He keeps his voice a whisper, so as not to overwhelm him anymore.

    “What happened?” Lovino decides he’s going to kill Antonio. He places the pillow down, and stalks over to Antonio, yanking him into the kitchen by his ear.

    “Your stupid idea of bringing Gilbert here set off his sensory overload, you idiota!”

    “He has sensory overload?” Lovino forces himself to take a deep breath instead of strangling him then and there.

    “Sì. Do you even know who he is?” Antonio stares at him for a moment, then nods. “Good. At least you’re not completely incompetent. He has sensory overload because of his past. Don’t bring it up.” He turns, and walks out of the room. He’s glad to see Alrik sitting on the couch now, blanket wrapped around him and pillow in his arms. He buries his face in the pillow when he sees Lovino, and takes a deep breath. “Shit,” Lovino whispers under his breath. Francis takes his wrist and pulls him into the kitchen.

    “You have feelings for him, don’t you?” He tenses, and shakes his head frantically. “You’re denying your feelings even though it’s safe to tell me. Why?”

    “He has feelings for Vene. I won’t get in the way of that.” Francis stares him down uncomfortably. When he’s sure that’s the reason, he speaks.

    “But how does your brother feel about him?”

    “I don’t see how that-”

    “Lovino.”

    “He sees them as close friends. Nothing more. He wouldn’t treat him right anyway! Alrik needs too much reassurance. I love Vene, but he enjoys being the center of attention too much to be able to care for him properly.” He unclenches the fist he hadn’t realized he made.

    “And what about you?”

    “I think you already know.” He glances toward the couch, even though it’s through a wall.

    “I do. You de-escalated the situation, and the moment you knew he was overwhelmed, you got him some comfort items. He’s definitely in love with the wrong Vargas.” Lovino looks away from his intense gaze.

    “There’s nothing I can do about it. He’s loved Vene for too long.”

    “That’s where you’re wrong. He’s bound to realize you’re better for him sooner or later. Maybe sooner, now that you’ve stood up for him against Gilbert. Those two have had a quarrel going for quite a while. Do you think it could have anything to do with your brother?” Lovino grimaces.

    “Probably. They only fight because Alrik upsets Ludwig, and Gilbert’s a protective older brother. He might be picking a fight with Ludwig over…” He can’t finish the sentence. It hurts too much. Francis nods. Instead of continuing the conversation, he pulls him back into the room with the other three.

    “I think you should tell him how you feel. You might be surprised with how he responds. Remember, I’m dating his brother. He talks a lot about him.” That only helps to reassure Lovino slightly. But it’s a start, he supposes.

    “You four can play. I’ll watch.” He sits next to Alrik, smiling at him when he peeks out. He giggles, and hides his face again.

    “We can share a controller. Let’s alternate turns! Then you can show me how to win!” He lifts his head up, and smiles brightly at him. “Unless you want those three to beat us?” He hugs the pillow close. Lovino realizes he’s sitting with his legs crossed, feet tucked under him. He wants to squeeze his thigh, but he doesn’t. That doesn’t stop him from imaging it though. Especially considering Alrik is wearing shorts. They’re not too short, but they’re not too long either. And they’re tight enough his thighs are struggling with being contained by them. This is most noticeable where the shorts end, and there’s a bit of pudge poking out. Tauntingly. He forces himself to look away.

    “I’ll teach you how to win against them, but not me. How does that sound?” He nods, humming happily.

    “I can deal with that!” He giggles, and leans against Lovino. He hands him the controller, and stares at his hands.

    “You need to watch the screen too. I’ll explain it to you.” He ignores the smug expression on Francis’ face. This doesn’t prove you know anything.

~

    “I think you’ve actually gotten worse.” Alrik sticks his bottom lip out in a pout.

    “Teach me hands on, then! It’s easier to learn when I’m being controlled.” That statement shoots straight down Lovino’s spine, into his dick. He steadfastly ignores it. Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio all whistle.

    “Jou heard him. Control him, Lovi.”

    “Oui. He did tell you to, after all.”

    “I have to agree with them, mi amigo! There’s only so many ways to interpret that.” He’s going to strangle all three of them. Preferably in their sleep. He glances over at Alrik, whose face is as red as an overripe tomato.

    “I-I didn’t mean-”

    “I know, I know.” He pulls the Swedish man into a gentle hug. “My acquaintances just like making sex jokes.”

    “Ouch. Zat hurts. Jou don’t even consider us friends?” Lovino glares at Gilbert.

    “Not if you keep making him uncomfortable.”

    “Oh gut. Ve’re still friends, zen!” He blows a playful kiss at him. “Love jou!”

    “I’m ignoring you until this next round is over.” He looks at Alrik again. “I’ll help you navigate. Can you press the speed?” He nods happily.

    “Mmhmm! I think so! Just tell me if I need to let off!” He crawls into Lovino’s lap, snuggling back into his chest. “So you can move my hands better,” he explains as the Italian’s brain short circuits. He looks at Francis for help, but he’s too busy whispering to Antonio and Gilbert. Probably catching them up on his feelings. Great. He’s very glad he didn’t decide on shorts today. He wouldn’t be able to coax himself into focusing if that were the case. As it is, he’s having trouble navigating them through the selection menu. Alrik smells like coffee, cinnamon, chocolate, and marzipan. It’s overwhelming, but in a good way. Well, maybe not entirely. He wants to taste him now, which is *not* a thought he should be having with Alrik sitting on his lap. “I wanna do Moonview Highway!”

    “That one’s got-” He sighs. Alrik’s already picked it. “Traffic in it.” The man on his lap shrugs, and tilts his head back to look at him.

    “You can still help me win, can’t you?”

    “Of course I can.” He smiles reassuringly at him. “But look back at the screen please.”

    “Okej!” He wiggles a bit, obviously excited. Lovino mouths ‘help me’ at the others in the room, but they pretend not to see him. His joking consideration of choking them quickly becomes more serious. The moment the course starts, Alrik has his tongue stuck out in concentration. Thankfully it’s not very distracting. He wiggles because he’s not very good at aiming at the arrows though. “You stupid arrows! I’m supposed to run over you! Lovi!”

    “I’m trying. You have to stop tilting the remote so much. A little goes a long way.” After that, he lets up on turning so much. But his wiggling doesn’t stop. It’s going to be the death of him. He huffs angrily when he comes in fourth, and hands the controller to Lovino, but doesn’t get out of his lap. He leans back against him, flush with his chest. “Are you just going to stay there until you get good enough to beat them?”

    “Ja! Of course. I don’t see the point in leaving your lap and coming back a few minutes later. Why not just stay? I promise I won’t get in your way!” That’s not what I’m worried about. When the round starts, he quickly figures out his half-erection isn’t going to stay a secret for much longer. Stop moving so much! Thankfully, Francis sees his distress, and asks Alrik if he can speak with him alone. Once they’re in the kitchen, he raises a brow at him.

    “Are you aware of what you’re doing to Lovino?” He gives him an innocent smile and shakes his head. “I’m not buying that. There’s mischief behind your eyes.”

    “Of course I know what I’m doing. I’ve suspected he’s had romantic feelings for me for awhile, but I couldn’t be sure. But then I saw you looking smug that we were so close. I thought for a bit after that. Lovino’s always here for me when Feli hurts me. He doesn’t mean to, but he does. And Lovi’s helped me through more than one Sensory Overload episode. He’s so patient with me. I could never thank him enough for that.” He brings his hand up and tugs lightly on the ring tied around his neck. He bites his bottom lip as well. Both are nervous habits of his. “I dunno. I guess… I guess I thought I should start trying for him instead. But he’s so damn oblivious! That’s something those two have in common.” He grimaces. “I can’t believe I spent all those years loving Feli, when I had someone better for me right there. I must be oblivious, too.”

    “Don’t be so hard on yourself. Also, you’re telling Lovino how you feel right now. Lovino! Come here, please!” Alrik’s eyes widen, and he shakes his head frantically.

    “I-I c-can’t. Please! P-please d-don’t-” Lovino walks into the room. He runs over to Alrik when he sees him, and hugs him tightly.

    “Hey. Shh. It’s okay. I’m right here. Use me to ground yourself.” He glares daggers at Francis. “What did you do?”

    “I apparently set off his sensory overload? I’m not sure how.”

    “Were you distressing him?” Francis bows his head guiltily. “Idiota! That reminds him of the outrage at the coffee bans. He was stressed when it was happening, so it’s an indirect link to his hearing sensory overload. Rik, I’m right here. I won’t let you go. Feel free to squeeze me as tight as you want. Anything to help you calm down.” Alrik takes a few deep breaths, calming down a bit more with each one. “That’s right. A few more. Then look at me.” He takes three more, then focuses on Lovino. “Better?” He nods, giving a tiny smile. “Good.” He pulls away from him, and glares harder at Francis. “Why were you stressing him out?”

    “I think you should tell him that thing we spoke about earlier. The situation has changed.” Lovino looks down at Alrik, and frowns. He wipes away his tears carefully.

    “There. All better. It never happened. And I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about, Francis.”

    “Oh for the love of-fine! Have it your way!” He shoves a hand into his pocket, and pulls out some mistletoe. He places it over their heads, staring both of them down. “Kiss. You’ll both enjoy it.”

    “Francis, don’t be ridi-” Lovino is cut short by a solid tug on his collar, and lips pressed against his own. It quickly turns to a French kiss. Alrik pulls away much too early, wiping at his mouth.

    “Why didn’t you do that to begin with? I swear, I don’t know what my brother sees in you!” He huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “And you’re my boyfriend now, Lovi. If you want to be. Will you be? I would like that very much.”

    “If you would like it, then I would be honoured. Why the change of heart?”

    “Feli has never looked at me the way you do. And I like having someone that’s able to ground me if I get overwhelmed. I think he would freak out.” Lovino kisses his forehead.

    “Perhaps. Thank you for choosing me.” Alrik looks away, cheeks flushed.

    “Those aren’t the only reasons I chose you! I’ll tell you the rest when we’re not in the company of a well-meaning idiot.”

    “I deserve that. But it got you together, didn’t it?”

    “Ja. Now never do it again.” He snarls slightly. “As for us, I think we have a game to play together. Can I stay on your lap? I promise not to move around so much this time.”

    “Move around as much as you want. Just don’t complain if you feel something.”

    “I won’t.” Alrik takes his hand, and drags him back to the couch. Francis follows after, shaking his head.

[x0401x]

hiii so i was going through the VE tag and saw your posts about how much you dislike anime gilbert compared to novel gilbert; im so confused though about how you said he was shallow and a dick because i didn't get that vibe when i was watching? i liked the anime gilbert, and then when i read the novel, i just liked him even more. but it didnt make me hate the anime version. so i just wanted a breakdown of what anime gilbert did so wrong, thank you!

Okay, this sure took up a lot of time to reply to, so I’m sorry for answering so late! I tried to keep it simple, so keep in mind that there’s a lot more to unpack from anime-novel comparissons when it comes to VE. I just didn’t want to turn this into an essay, because that’s what it would’ve become otherwise.

I’ve broken down five main reasons why anime!Gilbert is an asshole if you put him side-by-side with novel!Gilbert. And I want first to stress out that I know the intention of the adaptation wasn’t to make him an asshole at all. The studio really seemed to believe they were doing it right, but it turned out as the same old “so close yet so far” thing. The director did say before that he had made changes to the original because the source material was “too righteous and orthodox”, so I guess novel!Gilbert was one of the “too righteous and orthodox” things that he deemed in need of alterations. Apparently, loving someone way above yourself is just not realistic if you’re a man and the other person is a woman (totally okay if it’s the other way around, though).

Anyway, here are the main negative points about anime!Gilbert (long post in-coming):

He only ever did the bare minimum for Violet.

KyoAni is hellbent on insisting, not just in the anime but also in episode summaries, the starter book and the official fanbook, as well as other medias, that Violet loved Gilbert because he was the “first person to be nice to her”. It makes me want to rip my hair off, because this means it could’ve been anyone. The novel states time and time again that it was fate, because Gilbert was the only character in the VE universe who would watch this monster-child brutally murder five men and still take her blood-covered hand and try to protect her. She was a kid being led to commit crimes by fucked-up adults, and even though there was a chance she might kill him too, he still wanted her to live, because she was ultimately innocent. He also wasn’t just “nice” to her. He tried to defend her from his brother for real. The hotel scene is actually very important and not having it takes away a lot of Gilbert’s weight in Violet’s life.

Other than that, he wasn’t shown doing even half the stuff he did for her in the novels. He constantly protected her from harassment, threw shade at any lesser officer who badmouthed her, tried to make it so that she wouldn’t have to risk herself too much during battle, often attempted to convince her into less reckless stunts, and was always the first and only one to rush to her aid. He personally took her meals to her bedroom and ate with her, arranged for her to have a room for herself, took her shopping for civilian clothes so that she could wear them after the war, and requested that her personal needs were seen by officers from the female division. He quit smoking because it made her cough, gave her his old clothes to wear when she grew out of her pajamas, took care of her whenever she fell ill from overworking, and the list goes on.

All of this aside, I think the most important was that he was always trying to bring out the human side of her. He was always testing out her interests in mundane things, and always wishing that she would show signs of having a personality. It didn’t have to be girly stuff; anything that didn’t have to do with him was fine. He often tried to instigate the humanity in her, because she was unquestionably human to him despite not knowing what being human even meant, and this is the most essential part of Gilbert in the Great War arc.

He didn’t care about her that much.

I know this might seem like a drastic claim. I mean, he did show that he cared for her, just not nearly enough, and quite certainly not as much as he cared about himself.

It starts with the fact that he let her into the military simply because his brother had already told everyone about her. Anime!Gil didn’t see her kill five people in that hotel. All that happened was Dietfried throwing at him the vaguest-ever argument that “this isn’t a child; it’s a weapon”. Like... that was literally all it took for him to send a ten-year-old amnesic, orphan girl who couldn’t understand the local language to a war that had been dragging itself on for several decades. In the men’s troops, no freaking less.

The eptome of anime!Gil’s fake selflessness is when he gets shot at the end of the war. When Violet takes him by the arm, he just... lets her carry him. She gets shot and shit, and she could very well have died (anyone explain to me how they managed to hit him in the head but not her even though they were walking so slowly), but he still clung onto her. He literally put his own life above hers.

A++++ parenting.

He was dry with her most of the time.

In the novel, Violet and Gilbert have a bond of respect and trust. In the anime, this bond is wholly one-sided. We don’t see this respect or trust from Gil’s perspective, and neither do we see any bigger signs of affection other than occasional guilty faces that show him regretting something, but don’t exactly make clear what it is. Does he feel guilty that he took her to war? If so, then he contradicts himself during certain moments. He literally thanks her for “always fighting so well” at one point and only refrains from finishing the sentence because he sees the bruises on her neck. Meanwhile, while novel!Gil asserts that she should have former recognition for her deeds (like ranks, medals and people’s well-earned respect), she should also not be in the battlefield at all because she’s just a child and constantly berates himself for keeping her there.

The dedication and devotion to her is also basically all gone. We don’t see him vowing to raise her as someone worthy of a flower goddess’s name, we don’t see him doing his best to make this happen, and we don’t see it happening until Violet is out of the hospital. Novel!Violet had a fame of grim reaper, witch and god of war because she was an extremely fierce and skilled killer. Anime!Violet is all over the place when she fights, slamming rifles into people’s faces and choosing hand-to-hand combat instead of having the common sense to fire the weapon she’s holding. There’s no such rumors about her other than that she’s “dangerous”, and she’s always injured, with her hair perpetually disheveled. She’s an absolute mess, making it impossible to forget for a single minute that she’s just a little girl being made to serve in the frontlines, and yet anime!Gil still pulls bullshit like “you fought good”.

He abandoned her to sheer luck.

As if the fake grave weren’t bad enough, he apparently offed to the woods without giving much of a fuck about her. In the novel, we see that Gil keeps aiming for higher positions in the military and to have as much power as he can so that he’ll have all the means possible to protect her. He might have been contacting Hodgins in the meantime, but this isn’t nearly enough to ensure her safety.

There’s a lot he had to do when it comes to Violet. Covering up her identity and making sure nobody tried to use her for killing ever again are examples. He also needed to be ready for whenever he had to go for her rescue, like in the case of the hijackin, so staying in the army was of utter importance. It was also important to show that this was a sacrifice he did for her, because all his responsibilities were pushed onto him due to Dietfried running away from them.

He is portrayed as being the complete opposite of her.

You might be wondering what this has to do with anything. It’s very obvious in the novel that Violet and Gilbert are mirrors in the novel. This also has to do with the fate thing: they’re basically one soul dwelling in two bodies. The two had keenly similar life stories where they went through different situations that were actually alike in essence and brought out the same results. This is basically the reason why Gil empathizes so hard with Violet and why he’s so insistent in allowing her to experience what he didn’t get to have. It’s not because he’s “righteous and orthodox”. It’s because he sees himself in her. She’s him, and he’s her. They’re one and the same at the core. But apparently a guy relating so much with a girl isn’t realistic either.

This is it (or more like a condensed version of it)! I hope it cleared things up.