#by jove they made this boy a girl

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why are you cute. something’s wrong.

[a-killer-obsession]

In Heat (Bonus Fic)

By jove, yall went and got me to 300 followers! Thank you all so much from the bottom of my heart! As promised, here's the bonus followup to this fic, this time with Heat as the omega!

Prompt: Alpha/Omega + Breeding.

Additional Tags: she/her intersex reader, he/him intersex heat, omegaverse and all the usual that comes with it (marking, knotting, etc), friends to lovers, tiny recreational drug mention, mention of child mutilation in regard to intersex babies, transphobia but in a alpha/omega context?, dysphoria, breeding kink, praise kink, handjob, oral sex (giving), p in v sex, creampie, hurt/comfort

WC: 4k

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🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

“Heat, calm down,” Killer soothed, “it was just a small fire, no biggy. It'll be fixed next island, you can just set up in the commander's lounge for now”

“You don't understand!” Heat pulled at his hair as he paced, “my suppressants were in there!”

You watched as poor Heat nearly wore a line in the floor with his anxious pacing, after accidentally dropping a lit joint on his bed and setting fire to the comforter, along with half the room. Nobody got hurt thankfully, and the damage was minimal really, but his bed and side table had been heavily burned along with their contents. It wasn't a widely known fact that Heat was an omega, he presented like an alpha male, his closest friends were alphas, and with the suppressants masking his scent nobody ever questioned whether he was an alpha. Heat was actually a rarity, a genetic mix between sperm that wanted to be male and an egg that wanted to be an omega, a combination that would not usually result in a viable fetus, resulting in what many people would consider a freak, which meant he fit right in with the Kid Pirates.

Even rarer still was that he was intact, you knew this because you'd heard him speak about his cock piercings. Usually omegas like him were forcefully mutilated at birth to remove the ‘unwanted’ penis, an abhorrent practice that his parents had thankfully disagreed with. You hadn't seen Heat naked but you knew what his kind of omega looked like intact, he had a vaginal opening and female reproductive system, but instead of a clit he had a penis and no testicles. His body presented during puberty as a strong alpha male despite the omega cycle and scent, and while most omegas in his situation went by she/her, Heat identified as a man and went by he/him.

This contrasted with yourself, as an intersex alpha. It was something you and Heat bonded over, both being a rarity as well as identifying against the social norm. When you were born you looked by all accounts like a standard male, and when your scent glands began to develop it was clear you were an alpha. So when puberty hit and your body had filled out to smooth curves, your breasts had grown large and your skin and hair had stayed soft, it was a great dismay to your proud alpha father. The treatment of intersex alphas was far less problematic than the omega counterpart, since it didn't present till puberty, but most of your kind would be forced into unwanted top surgery and hormone replacement so they could fit society's image of what an alpha should be. You'd never really felt like a boy though, so you quickly started identifying as a woman and ended up running away from home at fifteen to avoid your father who was growing more threatening by the day. By law, as a minor at the time, he could have forced you to get the surgery and treatment against your will, so leaving was your only safe option. You skipped between pirate crews for several years until you met Heat and bonded over your similarities, joining the Kid Pirates and their band of freaks (affectionate) that made you feel so comfortable and loved regardless of your presentation.

“Just ask some of the girls for meds,” Kid huffed, “I don't see the issue here”

“They have a different kind to me,” Heat pouted, he hated being reminded of his differences even if his friends didn't care about them, “I'm not… normal… nobody has the right kind for me”

“How long do you have?” You asked carefully, grabbing his hand as he passed to still him and soothe him with gentle swipes of your thumb over the back of his hand, pushing out calming pheromones that made him shiver but lowered his heart rate. You were the only one he was okay with doing this, it made him feel emasculated when the other men did it, but if it was you it just felt affectionate, just a friend calming a friend, not an alpha subduing an omega.

“Till morning, probably,” he sighed, looking at where your hands met and letting your scent soothe him, “I usually take them at night so I'll probably go into pre-heat while I'm asleep”

“So pick an alpha,” Kid rolled his eyes, bored of this. He didn't really understand what the issue was. Omegas go into heat, alphas take care of them, what's the fuss? “I don't want you clawing at my door when you're out of your mind, pick someone while you're coherent”

“He's right, Heat,” Wire agreed, “there's no avoiding it. You're gonna go into heat one way or another, you can either beg one of us when you're not in your right mind and probably regret it after, or just give in and let one of us take care of you. It's just nature, you know none of us are gonna think less of you for it”

Heat groaned in annoyance but he knew they were both right. He didn't want to be in pain on his own for three days, he had four friends all willing to take care of him, he just had to swallow his pride and pick someone. Looking down at where your hands were still connected, the choice was easy, and he looked at you with pleading eyes.

“Okay,” you said softly, immediately accepting his wordless request. It didn't come as a surprise, you had a feeling letting one of the men service him would make him hate himself afterwards. It was different with you, you understood his insecurities better than they ever could. “You wanna build your nest and stay with me tonight?”

He nodded shyly and sat beside you, finally calmed from his anxious episode. You let out more soothing pheromones and he let his torso fall against you, your fingers scratching his scalp reassuringly. “It's gonna be okay Heat, I'll take care of you” He hummed in response and let you rub his arm, giving in to the comfort you offered.

“I'll bring water and food to your room while he's building his nest,” Killer offered and you nodded in affirmation.

“Come on Heat, no time like the present,” you sighed, pushing him to stand. He let you lead him quietly to your room where you opened a cupboard full of scented nesting materials for him, rubbing his back reassuringly before helping him move the things he pulled out to the bed. You were well set for omegas, probably the most prepared of all the alphas on board, as the other girls all felt most comfortable with you during their heats. They still went to the others on occasion, but you were the one to go to if they craved softness. You even had a mini fridge and your own bathroom to easily take care of any needs while you were locked away with them, as did the other alphas on board, Kid, Killer and Wire.

Heat looked depressingly defeated as he arranged soft blankets and pillows in the corner of the room where you'd pulled out the small mattress that lived under your bed, building a protective, comforting nest in the corner, letting his instincts take over as he chose colours and textures that appealed uniquely to him. You dared not interrupt, nest building was sacred for omegas, but you sat nearby on your bed, so he knew you were there in support if he needed you. Killer brought up food and water for three days and you thanked him, setting it in the fridge and bidding him farewell before locking the door. It would be several days before either of you emerged, and keeping it locked with the seastone latch ensured no other alphas would catch his scent and go into a frenzy to get to him. Mostly Kid, he had a sensitive nose and very poor impulse control, and it had led to a few very physical fights between alphas before locks had been installed. An alpha under the influence of an omega's heat scent could fight to the death if it came to it to protect the omega, and it could get very ugly, very quickly.

He curled up in the nest with a sigh as he deemed it complete, looking up at you with forlorn eyes and reaching out one hand. You slid into the nest beside him, letting him nestle into you so his face was buried against your scent gland, your arms wrapped protectively around him.

“Are you gonna mark me?” He asked nervously.

“No, I'm not,” you assured him. Alphas were known to take advantage of omegas during their cycles, forcing claiming bonds onto them when they weren't in the headspace to deny it. “I'm not an aggressive alpha, I won't do that to you”

“What if… what if I want you to?” He asked softly. The question took you by surprise.

“Heat baby, just because you're having a cycle doesn't mean you need an alpha all the time,” you cooed, “you're so strong and independent, you're okay on your own. If you want me to claim you, I will in a heartbeat, you know how much I care about you. But I don't want you asking for it just because you're feeling vulnerable right now. If you still want it after your cycle, I'll give it to you, but not right now”

“Okay,” Heat mumbled sleepily as you pulled a blanket over the two of you, feeling more comfortable now at your assurances. Eventually you were able to get him to sleep, Heat making no complaints as you pumped out soothing pheromones to lull him, keeping him calm while his own scent reeked of anxiety and distress. You felt for him, what he was about to go through was a detriment to his entire identity and would no doubt leave him feeling ashamed and dysphoric once it was over. All you could do was keep him calm, take care of him through his heat, and hope you would be able to emotionally support him properly afterwards.

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Heat was living up to his name when he woke you the next day, sweating from how scorching hot his skin was, his scent ripe with pheromones and making your mouth unconsciously water. Your teeth clamped together on instinct, biting at air as you inhaled the thick scent and tried to get your wits about you. Heat was clawing at your clothes, trying to undress you before your eyes were even properly open, his own clothes already shed and his cock painfully hard. “Need~” he whined, “need you”

“It's okay Heat, I've got you,” you cooed, pushing him onto his back and kneeling between his thighs, even as you still blinked the sleep from your eyes. You stifled a yawn and shook your head, trying to shake the heaviness of sleep, while Heat spread his legs and squirmed, slick already dripping from him and dampening the blanket underneath him. The sweet smell of it was so alluring, your dick twitching to life. You leant down and wrapped one hand around his cock, making him yelp from how sensitive he was despite your gentleness. You held it out of the way as you pumped him slowly, bringing your mouth to his cunt and pressing your tongue inside him where you knew he needed you. You'd never serviced an intersex omega but you could only assume that it would be the same as the girls, but instead of a clit you had a cock to stimulate. It was still a two part affair as it was with full female omegas, so you were confident you could make him feel good. Perhaps even better than the females, since you had experience with your own cock.

Heat moaned and pulled at your hair as you thrust your tongue in and out of him, clear precum dripping from his cock. Much like a full male alphas after a vasectomy, intersex omegas could cum, but without testicles their release was mostly clear and unable to impregnate, ensuring they could not accidentally impregnate themselves. You ran your thumb over the tip of his cock, spreading the precum down his shaft and using it to lubricate him as you pumped at a rate that matched the speed of your tongue. You knew he couldn't be properly satisfied without being knotted, but you felt more comfortable getting him off at least once first so you knew you wouldn't hurt him when you did penetrate him.

It didn't take long at all for him to cum, so very pent up and needy, slick gushing from his pussy and coating your tongue as you swallowed it down with a groan, rutting your cock into the blankets below at the sweet taste that was unique to him as his own cock spilled ropes of thin liquid, dribbling over your knuckles and wetting his pale blue public hair. “Good boy Heat,” you cooed, licking him and your hand clean, making kitten licks up his still hard cock, your dick throbbing at the sight of him wet and squirming, desperate for your knot.

“Br-hnng-bre-ed me-e,” he stuttered, reaching for you, an arm draped over his eyes, unable to bring himself to look at you as he made the request.

“I'll give you what you want baby,” you purred, rubbing your hands over his thighs, “you wanna do it like this or you wanna roll over?”

Heat whined and rolled onto his front, arching his back and sticking his ass in the air to present it to you the way his instincts told him to. Right now he was at their mercy, and they were screaming submit, submit, submit. “Good boy, Heat, you're doing so good,” you assured, rubbing his back as you pumped yourself a few times and lined yourself up, “gonna give you what you need now kay?”

“Please,” he cried, backing himself into you to force you sink into him faster, making you let out a small hiss while he moaned at the feeling of being filled, “need it, need your knot”

“I know Heat,” you held his hips firm but not painfully hard as you began thrusting into him, “gonna make you feel better okay? Just hold on a little longer, I'll be as quick as I can”

“Use me,” he whined, “use my hole, breed me, knot me”

“Fuck, Heat,” you moaned. You were used to omegas saying filthy things during their cycle but to hear it from Heat, a man so much larger and stronger than you, was sending electricity straight to your dick. “Good boy, such a good boy, taking me so well”

Heat was balling the blankets below him into tight fists, throwing himself back at you to set a much harsher pace than you intended, forcing you to fuck him much harder. You leaned forward and reached around him, making him almost scream as you took his cock in your hand and pumped it at the same rough pace, quickly putting him over the edge and letting out a shrill cry that the whole ship no doubt heard as he came, shooting ropes of clear fluid over the blankets and dripping slick in a near constant flow that ran down his thighs and pooled at his knees. His cunt clamped down around you and you moaned as you felt your knot swell, panting hard as it popped and you unloaded inside him, Heat kneading at the blankets like a cat and purring as you filled his cunt with a heavy load of hot viable cum. After his heat he'd be given a tonic to keep him from falling pregnant, but for now you would continue to fill him as much as you physically could till he was sated and his body deemed him properly bred.

“Good boy Heat,” you panted, rubbing his back, “you did so good baby, I'm gonna move you now okay? We're gonna go to your left so you can lay down while I deflate, alright?”

Heat whined as you guided him to lay on his side, wrapping your arms around him and pressing kisses against his back. You heard the whimper of a cry as his scent turned foul with sadness, and you replied with your own soothing scent. “You're okay baby, you're okay,” you cooed, squeezing him tight, “you're no less a man, okay? This is just natural, you're just doing what your body needs. Just a few days and we'll get you your meds and you won't have to do this again okay? Be brave my love, can you do that for me?”

Heat sniffed and his head shifted as he nodded, twisting his fingers to interlock with yours over his stomach as his crying came under control. As soon as your knot deflated enough to pull out you turned him to face you and held him close to your chest, a fresh wave of tears washing over him as he pressed his nose against your scent gland desperately to release more of your comforting scent. You rubbed his back and let him get the feelings out, your heart hurting to see him in such a sorry state.

Once his tears settled you convinced him to let you go, retrieving food and water for both of you and returning to the nest to hold him while he ate slowly, having not much appetite given his current depressed mood. You kept him close afterwards so he could fall back asleep feeling safe and protected, both of you needing to save your energy before the next wave of the heat came along.

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It was towards the end of day three, the room thick with the smell of sex, both of you exhausted and covered in bruises and scratches and love bites, Heat laying with his head on your chest as you sang quietly to him and scratched his scalp. You'd barely just removed your knot after the last round, cum still dripping from his overfilled cunt.

“I think it might be over,” he sighed with relief, “my head feels clearer”

“I'm glad,” you hummed, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand you'd been holding, “your skin feels like it's finally cooling, how are you feeling?”

“Sore, but content,” he breathed. His head moved to rest his chin on your breast, looking up at you with those perpetually sad eyes. “I think… I think I still want it”

“More sex?” You questioned, “like, just for fun?”

“I mean yes,” he blushed, “but… I mean… your bite”

“Ohhh,” you replied, “oh. You.. you want me? To be your permanent alpha?” Heat nodded shyly and sat up, pulling you with him. He bared his neck with a small needy whimper, and you hesitantly brushed his pale blue hair out of the way, heart racing. You'd never even considered claiming an omega. Intersex alphas were considered damaged goods, nobody wanted them. They were thought to be less viable, less strong, less capable of defending an omega and her young. You thought though, maybe Heat felt the same. This shared insecurity made your relationship with him stronger, made him more comfortable with opening himself up to be vulnerable with you. You could see the blood pulsing in his throat as he presented it to you, his scent gland slightly inflamed as an after effect of the heat, and you couldn't help but run your tongue over your sharp teeth.

“Please,” Heat whined, taking your hand and pulling you closer. You wove your fingers with his and held his hand, and he squeezed it hard as you sunk your teeth into his scent gland, your eyes rolling and your cock twitching back to life as you felt the bond ignite, not yet fully formed though. You licked the wound as you pulled your teeth out, baring your own neck and inviting Heat to lay his own claim. A bond from only an alpha's bite was still viable, often forced during a heat, strong enough on its own to make the omega dependent on the alpha. To allow the omega to bite back, to be vulnerable and allow them their own link to feel what you felt, was a great mark of respect, usually done between lovers. Heat eyes were wide with surprise, looking unsurely at your neck.

“Are you sure?” He asked nervously.

“Claim me, Heat,” you pulled him close, laying down so he was on top of you, giving him back his power, “I wanna be yours.”

Heat whined and kissed you hard, moving to straddle your hips and reaching down between your bodies so he could line himself up, your words and the fresh bond making him needy for you again, this time of his own free will. His hormones were no longer in control of him, he wanted you as much as you wanted him. Asking for your bite had been an act of self preservation, he didn't feel like he could ever feel so safe and loved with another alpha, so having you claim him ensured only you would ever take care of him if this ever happened again. With how sweet you'd been, he was considering ditching the suppressants all together, just so he could have you in his nest again. But you asking for his bite? It was practically a declaration of love, you may as well have proposed to him, and he was eager to return all of that affection in equal droves.

He swallowed your moans as he rode you, making love to you as you ran your hands over his body with gentle caresses, lost in his taste on your tongue and the feeling of his warm cunt embracing you. He only pulled his mouth away from yours to pant, both of you breathing heavily as you held each other tight and looked into each other's eyes, watching each other carefully, eyes deep and swimming with pools of love and devotion. His eyes closed for a moment as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“I'm close,” he groaned, hips losing momentum as his energy dissipated. You held his hips and thrust up into him, your own energy lacking but unable to stop yourself, powering through to bring you both to one last climax.

“Heat, claim me,” you whined, baring your neck invitingly for him, pulling him to you. You both let out harsh cries as his teeth sunk into your neck and the bond came to fruition, joint pleasure compounding through the link and crashing into you both like a freight train. You called each other's names as you both shook and came harder than you ever thought possible, your stomach wet with threads of Heat's thin cum as it released from his cock, abdomen drenched as he squirted on you, your knot popping inside him and locking your bodies together as you saw stars and painted his insides white. He collapsed against you, very nearly crushing you with his large frame, both of you twitching from aftershocks, which in turn would be felt by the other through the link and set of another aftershock, a chain reaction that left you both panting and writhing till you were able to pull out of him and lay him beside you.

You could feel his love through the bond as you looked at him, his eyes closed and face relaxed with content, feeling safe beside you. You held him close, his arms wrapping tightly around you, warm tingling felt through the mental link as you ran soft hands over each other's bodies, both feeling more accepted and loved than you could ever dream.

[spider-spirit-god-whatever-bitch]

okay follow up question. if loki marvelversion is very similar to odin then what have they done to odin? like he is there too in some of those movie right have they just sort of made him a generic Father Figure God instead of using any specific traits?

(cracks knuckles) (they light up like glowsticks) oh boy. oh boy.

Odin is one of those characters who never get adapted well because he always gets compared to Zeus or God or other heads of pantheons, who are typically cold father figures. Odin isn't like that. to put it simply, Odin and Loki match each others freak to the point that they acidentally destroyed the universe with it. Odin is a trickster god (when the romans made it to scandinavia they compared Odin to Mercury rather than Jove, to give you an idea of what he was like). his whole gimmick was using tricks rather than brute force to try to achieve his goals (he messed this up often, which did lead to him getting locked in a basement in a week amongst other things). in the myths, his role as a father figure wasn't very prominent. most myths involving either Thor or Odin typically didn't have to two of them together, except for this one where Odin disguises himself as a ferryman and disses Thor for an entire poem all while talking about how often he gets laid. also he was lowkey transgender with it or at the very least has canonically done drag. also his magic spells and stuff was absolutely given to marvel Loki. myth Loki can shapeshift, but as far as I can remember that's it.

part of the problem is that marvel made Thor a main character. and while he is blorbo from my eddas I have to admit, he was never meant to be a main character. he was worshipped across most of europe, for sure, but from a narrative point of view it just doesn't work. Norse mythology is primarily about Loki and Odin, and Thor is a secondary "character" to their convoluted fucked up situation. by moving the focal point of the storm they had to change so much, and they lost soooo much nuance, and even sorta detracted from Thor himself in some areas.

anyways yay ty for the ask I am obsessed with them a normal amount <3 also its like midnight and im sick so i may be misremembering some things. I am so angry about how marvel ruined Odin like girl you had such a good character and you made him deadbeat dad #12832938.

[wildoak-23]

Y’all I think I just made a Klapolly (and or Justcykes) Hunger games Au for y’all to play with…

So-……Roles

Katniss:Apollo

Peetah:Klavier’s (Or Athena if you prefer, If you chose Justcykes then you can have Klavier as Finnick or Gale)

Haymitch:Phoenix (Specifically Beanix

Effie:Maya(This can change if you want

Cenna:Miles(This can change if you want

Primrose:Trucy

Gale:(THIS ONE CAN ALSO CHANGE) Athena(kinda) (If Klapollo then yea, If you prefer Justcykes then I say merge Gale and Peetah unless you can choose whoever you want, I’d say Klavier but he could probably work as Finnick, so….Idk maybe Simon.)

Snow: Von Karma

Mrs.Everdeen:Thalassa

Mr.Everdeen: Jove. (Make em Full siblings or something. lol)

I know I brought up Klavier maybe being Finnick if someone preferred Justcykes, but this is more for the first book.

EDIT WAIT MAYBE AHLBI CAN BE RUE!!!

Actual Au stuff.

So how it’d work for Klapolly specifically, We have to address the situation with how the reaping’s work. The reaping always chooses One boy, and One girl…..But both Apollo and Klavier are boys….So how I imagine this working is making Apollo trans. The best part about this is that it doesn’t matter if you make him a Trans Boy or a Trans Girl, you can still find a way to make it work. Having Polly as a trans girl is probably easier of the two options….But personally I prefer trans boy Apollo more, but you can change and adjust it however you please, if you like Polly as a trans girl, then make him a trans girl. THIS CAN ALSO APPLY TO KLAVIER! IF YOU WANT HIM TO BE TRANS AS WELL THEN GO AHEAD! Edit this however you please and however you feel most comfortable. I’m going to use trans boy Polly for mine.

So how I imagine it’d work is that the capital just…Doesn’t care how you identify in the districts. How you’re born is how they’ll see you and they will be assessed about it unless you somehow manage to climb the ranks. So basically Apollo’s stuck in the female category and they will deadname if he were called during the reaping. So things go as they did in the book for the most part, things can be changed to your liking though.

For the Justcykes version you can still keep trans Polly and do the opposite, saying the capital just doesn’t care which you go through as long as you can still be called on. Again, edit how you please, I’m using trans boy Polly again just with more leniency. For the whole “ I volunteer as tribute thing” I imagine it’s Athena volunteering for Trucy both cause Apollo was already called, and because even if he was, he couldn’t volunteer for her. So Athena who I mentioned could be a mix of Peetah and Gale, would volunteer to protect Trucy.

And that’s it! That’s all I got. This is more a concept for others to play with, I may make something out of this, but again, it’s just meant for a concept that someone else can play with.

[justmybookthots]

City of Bones

Yo, I first read this book way back in secondary school. I must have been thirteen or fourteen at the time? So it's been… not gonna reveal my age, but it's been well past a decade.

I never really loved it that much as a teen—I mean, I liked it, but I wasn't crazy over it, or anything. I was more into the Virals series as a teen. Or Skulduggery Pleasant.  Or Maximum Ride but we don't talk about that.

My impression of it has kind of soured over the years because of the cheap/budget-looking ass TV series that came out. Anyways, I'd washed my hands of it until I saw that Cassandra Clare WAS STILL writing this series and milking the heck out of it. And yet SOMEHOW, it's still trending? Chain of Thorns was all over BookTok for a while, and admittedly, I was impressed by the longevity of her series. By Jove I thought everyone should be over it at this point.

Point is, I can't read Chain of Thorns and figure out why the heck it's so popular because I couldn't (and can't) for the life of me remember anything about the worldbuilding of this story. It's been over a decade. T_T

So I thought to myself: well, I might as well reread the first book. I braced myself for a world of cringe and…

It wasn't that bad?

Like, if you asked me to choose between this or Fourth Wing, it'd be this. I don't consider this a bad book, to be honest? Neither was it great, or anything, but all in all, I had a good time reading it even though YOU NEED TO KNOW HOW WARY I WAS GOING IN. I do have one thought at present: while the vocabulary in this book is pretty standard to me now, there was no way teenage / 13-year-old me had any idea what half the words here meant, lol. 

Things I didn't love:

Simon. He felt very extra and out of place the whole book. The only worthwhile contribution he made was shooting the skylight. Prior to that, he spent his time following Clary because he, uh, cared about her or something, then immediately switched his focus to Isabelle and mooned over her for half the book. Then later it turned out he was just making Clary jealous but I was like, boy. Get a life. I can't believe Jace and Clary risked their necks to save Simon the Rat (this is not me being mean. He literally turned into a rat). I'd have just left him with the vampires if I'm being honest. And Simon turning into a heck of an ingrate because he found her kissing Jace was so friggin' weird—somehow it's okay for him to flirt with girls to make her jelly, but her kissing Jace? Yeah, she's a bitch, even though she AND JACE risked their lives to save his rat ass.

The tone of the story was weird. So weird. Like it switches from dead serious to the Shadowhunters being like: "Yay! We're gonna find the Cup. This is going to be so fun!" and Jace / Isabelle just letting Simon hang around them because why not? It feels like teenagers going on an edgy adventure which kind of reduced the stakes for me. Thankfully, the tone switched to a more serious one later on.

The denouement was a little rushed regarding Alec and Isabelle, especially the former. I still don't get why Alec suddenly decided to accept Clary when he hated her guts before. It's not like Clary did anything impactful that was directly related to him. 

Did not like the "other girls" hatred Clary felt towards Isabelle, who didn't really do anything except look hot? What's wrong with looking hot? But the good thing is that so far, Clary only thought those thoughts and didn't act on her dislike towards Isabelle. On the surface, she was mostly pretty civil.

The angst Jace felt when he saw Simon in Clary's room was, um. I mean he was pretty quick to jump to conclusions and go the whole dramatic teenage route of "My life is ending because she had another guy in her bed all along". I couldn't really take his angst seriously.

A little random but: You're telling me a bunch of Shadowhunters didn't have driving licences/a car and needed Simon to drive them to Clary's house to get the Cup. I can't.

A friend pointed out that this story had some Harry Potter influence (Cassandra Clare had apparently written HP fanfic that inspired this?) and I can't unsee certain things. Jace is very much a Draco. Simon is really a mix of Ron and Harry (looks like Harry, personality more like a Ron. No wonder I can't stand him, lol. Spoiler: I hate Ron's guts). And Valentine and his Circle ARE SO Voldermort and his Death Eaters. Still, it's fine. I'm not super nettled by it. The concept of originality has always been a fine line anyway, and it's more about execution to me.

Sometimes Jace's banter was a little too much. And most of the time, Simon's banter was just annoying. I'm just a Simon-hater, can you tell?

Things I DID like:

The twist with Hodge. Didn't see that coming.

I did like the prose. It's very pretty.

Clary doesn't magically become a powerhouse combat badass, which… realistic. I like that.

The twist about Jace and his father. One thing I truly forgot after I read it years ago (or maybe I never really knew?) was that Valentine WAS the man that had raised Jace as a child. They were the same person. Valentine just assumed Michael's name. That said, I do know Jace is a Herondale, and some guy called Sebastian is Clary's real brother, so I want to know the real truth because I can't recall anything else. That will only be revealed in future books, not this one, so I'll see if I get in the mood to continue. 

MAGNUS. HE WAS MY FAVOURITE AS A TEEN AND HE IS STILL A SCENE-STEALER IN THIS BOOK. I may just read the sequel mainly because I want to see him and Alec. 🙂

My brain is kind of puttering. In any case, I can't be bothered to flesh out my review further for a book I'm reading as my literary form of 'trash reality TV' of the day. The book was fine, better than I expected, and I'll still be keeping the four stars I rated this book years ago. That's remarkable in its own way, really. (Edit: I went to check. I'd rated it three stars. Well, I'll keep that, too. Lmao.)

- 8 Nov 2023

[azuramarigold]

Polly and Trucy's Pet Babysitting Service

Summary:

When siblings Apollo Justice and Trucy Enigmar are falling on difficult times, they turn to a small-made business of pet sitting to earn the cash they need. Day 5 of the AU-Gust Writing Challenge - Pet Sitters

Notes:

** TRIGGER WARNING - There is implied/reference to child abuse! ** The characters of Apollo and Trucy were used because... I don't really know, I just wanted to write them being siblings.

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Day 5: Pet Sitters

“Alright, Big Brother, the posters are made and all set!”

            Apollo glanced over to his younger sister, Trucy’s handiwork. She had drawn herself and Apollo with crayons along with various animals around them. She had different colored cats, dogs, birds, and for some reason a horse.

            “Truce…” Apollo began. “You know we can’t take care of a horse…”

            Trucy’s ocean-blue eyes grew large. “But… it’s supposed to be fun!” she insisted, her voice small.

            “I know…” Apollo then sighed as he saw her begin to write on the final poster.

            “There we go!” Trucy squealed happily. “‘Polly and Trucy’s Pet Babysitting Service!’”

            Apollo had to resist the urge to facepalm himself. He let his eight-year-old sister go ahead and oversee the posters – but he didn’t realize that she would put her nickname for him on the posters. Now customers are going to think he was a weird little girl…

            The two siblings were put into foster care after Trucy’s father, and Apollo’s stepfather, suddenly disappeared after a bad poker game. Apollo had called the bar where Zak normally played at when it got very late but was told by the bartender that Zak had left after a bad game and a verbal altercation.

            After two days of fourteen-and-a-half-year-old Apollo Justice desperately trying to take care of his little sister by himself, he finally called the police. It turned out that after the verbal altercation at the bar, the person whom Zak was arguing with, some lawyer named Gavin, turned out dead later that evening and decided to skip town.

            Apollo and Trucy were forced out of their small two-bedroom apartment that they lived in together and went into foster care. A family was willing to take in Trucy right away, as she was a little girl, but she threw a temper tantrum and bit the potential foster father on his hand as she did not want to be separated from her brother.

            Because of that, it was harder for the two to be placed in homes – especially with their age difference. When they did get placed into homes, they weren’t very good. The two were often underfed and kept in terrible living conditions – it got to the point where Apollo dropped a lot of weight as he was giving his portion of food to Trucy so she would be fed.

            “Polly… why do think Daddy left…?” Trucy had asked one night.

            “I don’t know, Trucy…” Apollo had admitted. “But we don’t need him…”

            “I miss, Mommy…” the small girl had cried.

            “I… do too…”

            Their mother, Thalassa, had gotten into a car accident when Trucy was around three years old. All three of them were in the car, Apollo had a school event that she was taking him to. Another car ran a red light and crashed into them head-on. After three days in the hospital with no improvement, their grandfather Aether Gramarye, decided to pull the plug as Zak was too emotionally distraught to make a proper decision.

            Apollo and Zak had gotten along when Thalassa was alive. Zak treated Apollo like a son and was cordial despite the boy being the son of another man from Thalassa’s past. However, once his mother was out of the picture, a switch was flipped. Zak started calling Apollo names, didn’t care if the boy had items for school or new clothes – he even slipped on his name a few times and called him “Jove”, which Apollo knew was his biological father’s name even though he had died when he was baby.

            None of that mattered anymore – it was just Apollo and Trucy now. Their mother was gone. Their grandfather passed away sometime in the five years since Thalassa passed. And now, Zak decided to abandon them. Apollo didn’t care if Zak didn’t care for him anymore – he was angry that the man left his daughter behind.

            Now the two sat in the shared, cramped space of a room in a foster home, making these posters so they could earn their own money to buy their own items if necessary. The plan was for Apollo to also save enough money to try to petition to the court when he was sixteen for emancipation and take Trucy with him if he can prove to be responsible. Apollo was already above fourteen, which was the minimal age to be emancipated in California.

            “Polly, do you think we can really baby-sit cats and dogs?” Trucy asked happily.

            “Sure,” Apollo shrugged. “It’s temporary until I can apply for real part time jobs…” he told her.

            Trucy gave him a sad look, brushing he brunette hair behind her ear. “I can help too when I’m older, right…?” she asked meekly.

            “You don’t need to worry about that,” Apollo assured her firmly. “I’m your big brother, I’ll figure it out.”

            Trucy glanced down, a small sniffle escaping her. She wiped her eyes. “Okay, Big Brother…” she tearfully said, her voice hitched.

            “Now, let’s get some sleep… it’s Summer and people are gonna go on vacations!” Apollo said with a small smile. “People would want doggy babysitters, right…?”

            “Uh huh…”

            Apollo then took his sister’s small hand and led her to the only bed in the cramped room. He helped her pick out a pair of pajamas that he noticed were starting to get too small for her and left the room so she could change by herself. After she called him to let him know she was done, he tucked her into the bed and gave her a kiss on her head.

            The boy slept on the floor next to the bed, a couple of blankets and pillows to help make the hardwood floors a little more bearable. Apollo would rather have Trucy be warm and comfortable in the bed – although a few times when it was winter it was so cold, he was turning purple. Trucy at that point insisted that they shared the tiny bed and keep each other warm with their body heat.

            Soon, Apollo heard his sister’s soft snores and drifted off to sleep himself.

**

“Are you two sure… you are qualified for this?”

            A week later Apollo had received a phone call on his minutes phone from an unknown number. It seemed someone had found his and Trucy’s Pet Sitting posters and called for their services.

            The man was tall, not as tall as Zak from what Apollo could compare, but he was a decent height. He had ash gray hair and equally stoney gray eyes, his mouth in a slight frown. He was wearing a red-burgundy suit with a black waistcoat and some kind of ruffly scarf type of thing that Apollo didn’t know the name of.

            It was agreed that the three would meet in the lobby of the posh apartment building that the man – who turned out to be a very well-off Prosecutor for the district named Miles Edgeworth – lived in. At the man’s feet was a small, fluffy white Pomeranian that kept going up to Trucy and sniffing at her bare legs.

            “Rest assured sir, we are qualified!” Apollo guaranteed with a large smile on his face while putting his hands on his hips.

            The prosecutor raised a brow. “And… how old are you two…?” he then asked. He then lifted the poster that he had found. “I know you two are children given this…”

            Apollo rubbed his hand through his hair. “Oh, ha ha… my sister made that…” he explained.

            “I think it’s cute!” Trucy insisted, her smile beaming. She then crouched to the ground and the small Pomeranian leaped into her lap and pressed its nose to her cheek. “Oh, that tickles! His nose is cold!”

            “Her,” Mr. Edgeworth corrected. “Her name is Pess.”

            “She looks like a little cloud!” Trucy giggled. “Does she like pets!?”

            Mr. Edgeworth broke his slight frown with a small grin. “Yes, dear, she absolutely loves pets,” he told her.

            “YAY!” Trucy squealed as she began to pet the dog happily.

            The prosecutor turned his attention back to Apollo. “Now, young man, if you can answer my question, please,” he continued, him crossing his arms and tapping his left finger on his right arm.

            “Well… I’ll be fifteen in December!” Apollo told him, his finger up in the air as if pointing out a fact. “And Trucy here just turned eight last month in May.”

            Mr. Edgeworth pinched the bridge of his nose. “Alright… I am in a tight spot as I have an emergency investigation to do…” he finally said. “If you two can watch Pess for about three hours I won’t inform your parents on this illegal activity.”

            “I-Illegal!?” Apollo squawked, his body going rigid. “How is this illegal!?”

            The man gave a slight smirk. “Underage for one. Two, no business license. And three, you technically don’t have a license to handle animals,” he informed.

            Apollo felt his hair horns droop. “Wait… you need all of that to watch a cat or a dog at someone’s house!?” he groaned in dismay.

            “Polly…” Trucy then tearfully said. “How are we going to get new clothes…?”

            Apollo noticed that the prosecutor visibly flinched at Trucy’s words. “I’m sorry… what was that…?” he asked, his voice slightly shaken.

            “N-Nothing, sir…” Apollo lied. “We can watch Pess for you… and after this we won’t do this again.”

            The prosecutor then handed Apollo a couple of business cards. “One is mine with my office number and cell phone number. The other is a friend of mine who works downtown… he typically doesn’t have many cases as he is a very… finicky Defense Attorney, he may be a little easier to get ahold of than me as he typically has nothing to do.”

            Wow… and you said you guys are friends?

            “‘Phoenix Wright’?” Apollo read the second card, seemingly recognizing the name. “Isn’t he the guy who cross-examined that parrot once…?”

            “The one and the same,” Mr. Edgeworth confirmed. “He may be clueless at times, but he can turn things around very well… and not just in court.”

            “What is that supposed-”

            “I’ll be back in about three hours,” the prosecutor said. “You said your names were… Apollo Justice and Trucy Enigmar…?”

            “Yeah… we’re half-siblings from our mom…” Apollo lightly explained. He never liked explaining why they had two different last names, it always caused confusion. Sometimes he lied and just said that their last name was “Gramarye” – he thought about once he was emancipated, he would get his and Trucy’s last names change to it officially so they could match their mother’s maiden name.

            Mr. Edgeworth gave a nod, as though committing it to memory. “Alright…” he finally said. He then handed Apollo a spare key and piece of paper with the apartment number. “Please don’t hesitate to call if needed.”

            “Yessir.”

**

The apartment was much larger than Apollo thought it was going to be – it being bigger than four units at his and Trucy’s old apartment put together.

            The small Pomeranian leaped out of Trucy’s arms once she recognized that she was home and made her way to a small box and grabbed a toy from it. Her small feet padded back to Trucy and dropped it at the young girl’s shoes.

            “Oh, she wants to play!” Trucy squealed happily, clapping her hands together.

            “Go ahead sis,” Apollo smiled, glad to see his sister so happy.

            Trucy grabbed the toy - a small, braided rope - and ran off to the middle of the large living room to play tug of war. She was squealing in laughter and delight while Pess yipped and howled at her new companion.  

            Apollo had found the surprisingly small list that was designated for Pess. It required that Pess was fed at least three times a day with her special dog food that was high in protein and high in fatty acids – the kibble small enough for her mouth. Everything was organic and natural ingredients – something that even people could technically eat. There was a timetable of when to feed half-a-cup of the food for the dog, and when Apollo checked his watch, he noticed it was at that time.

            Man… when I was threatened to be fed dog food… I wish it was this!

            He used the measuring cup that was already in the container that had Pess’s food and poured it into her dish. The dog yipped happily and made her way over to the bowl, eating the food. Apollo changed her water as well so that it was fresh, using the filtered water that was from the fridge as requested on the list.

            A couple of times, Apollo’s phone rang, but he didn’t answer it as it was a phone number he didn’t recognize. So, he ignored it. It wasn’t until it was about time that Mr. Edgeworth should be arriving back at the luxury apartment there was a soft knock on the door.

            Apollo’s ears perked up. It was obvious that it wasn’t the prosecutor, as this was his apartment, and he would have his own key. The boy signaled for his sister to take Pess and go hide in the guest room, the girl grabbed the small dog gently and made her way down the hall.

            The boy put his ear by the front door to hear soft murmurs.

            “Do you think this is a good idea, Nick…?” a voice said. It was young and feminine.

            “Look, I don’t like the idea of Miles leaving two kids alone…” another voice said, this time a male.

            “He said the boy was almost fifteen…” the young woman pointed out.

            A scoff. “Okay…? And…?” the man drew out both words. “He also said he had his eight-year-old sister with him… they seem desperate for money…”

            “And we aren’t!?”

            “Because you make me buy you burgers for ninety percent of your meals, Maya…”

            Wait… is this the guy that Mr. Edgeworth gave me a card for…?

            “Also, the kid didn’t answer his phone…” the man continued worriedly. “I just want to make sure everything is alright…”

            Apollo finally cracked opened the door, his chocolate brown eyes peering between the crack.

            The young woman that was talking was an inch or two shorter than him, her dark blue eyes wide at the sudden appearance of him. “Ack!” she yelped and went behind a tall man dressed in a blue suit.

            This man was about as tall as Mr. Edgeworth, but he was broad shouldered. His skin was kissed with a light tan that almost looked olive in tone, and his jet-black hair was spiked in the back.

            “Oh, hello there, kiddo!” the man greeted shyly, him rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m Phoenix Wright… I’m a friend of Miles Edgeworth!” He then gestured to the woman behind him, who was dressed what Apollo thought was a Halloween costume even though it was June. “This is Maya Fey… she’s my legal assistant.”

            “And a Spirit Medium!” she added. “… in training.”

            Mr. Wright rolled his eyes. “Yes… that as well,” he groaned. He then knelt so he could be eye level with Apollo in the crack of the door. “Are you able to let us in…? We want to help…”

            “More like you were a worrywart, Nick!” Maya teased.

            There was a familiar yipping sound as the cotton ball of a dog made her way down the hall. Trucy was running after her, her ocean blue eyes wide with a combination of panic and fear. Pess pushed her way between Apollo’s legs, which forced him to open the door, and the dog happily jumped to Maya and gave her happy licks.

            “Look, Nick!” Maya squealed. “I told you Pess loved me!”

            “Great… lovely… wonderful,” Mr. Wright muttered sarcastically. He then caught the eye of Trucy who was now hiding behind Apollo, her small hands wrapped into his red shirt. “Oh, hello there, sweetie… we’re friends of Mr. Edgeworth. I’m Phoenix Wright, what’s your name?”

            “Big Brother says not to give my name to strangers,” Trucy whispered, her voice barely audible.

            Phoenix gave a small smile. “And your big brother is absolutely correct,” he replied. “You’re very smart to remember that young lady.”

            “Oh… she must be around the same age as Pearly!” Maya then said as Pess leaped from her arms. The puffball Pomeranian made her way back to Trucy. “She’s so tiny and adorable! Look at her bright, blue eyes…!”

            “Maya, she’s a kid, not a cat in the window at a pet store…”

            There was then a groan behind the two of them, “Wright… why are you harassing these two children at my home?”

            Mr. Wright stood straight up and rubbed his neck again. “Uh, hey there, Miles!” he greeted.

            Mr. Edgeworth gave his friend a hard glare. “All I told you was to keep an eye on Apollo’s phone number in case he called you,” he stressed.

            “You left a fourteen-year-old and an eight-year-old to dog sit Pess?” Mr. Wright then demanded.

            “Fourteen-and-a-half,” Apollo then corrected. It was the first thing he said to the two newcomers since they had arrived.

            “Regardless, that’s messed up…” Mr. Wright insisted.

            “I was doing some research after I did my investigation,” Mr. Edgeworth then said. “But we shouldn’t be discussing this in the hallway.” He then gestured for Mr. Wright and Maya to enter the apartment, which the two promptly did.

            Trucy was once again playing with Pess, them playing with a ball this time. Maya went and soon joined her, the small dog extremely excited and couldn’t decide with whom she wanted to play with more.

            “Now, sit, Apollo,” Mr. Edgeworth offered a spot on the couch. “Wright, you too.”

            “Why do I feel like I’m about to be lectured…?” the defense attorney complained, his face crestfallen and sweat beading on his forehead.

            The prosecutor ignored his friend as he took out two small files. “Apollo P. Justice and Trucy A. Enigmar… both siblings entered into the foster care system in the last six months, correct?” he then questioned the boy.

            “Why are you questioning him like he’s a witness on the stand…?” Mr. Wright muttered, putting his face in his hands. “We’re not in court…”

            Apollo made a grimace. “Well… yeah…” he admitted to the prosecutor. “Our mom is dead and Trucy’s dad kind of just… left…”

            “He’s on the run for murder,” Mr. Edgeworth then clarified. “The murder of Defense Attorney Kristoph Gavin.”

            Mr. Wright gave a small scoff. “Ya know… never liked that guy, but didn’t wish for him to die either…” He then glanced over to Apollo, Apollo noticing that the man had such dark blue eyes that they appeared to be black. “And… what about your father?”

            Apollo flinched. “He… died when I was a baby…” he informed. “My dad was my mom’s first husband…”

            “Thalassa Gramarye…” the prosecutor read from the files. “A fiery young woman wasn’t she…? Ran away from home at the age of sixteen and met a Jove Justice?”

            Apollo shrugged. “Honestly… I can’t tell you many details… my mom didn’t talk about him much except that I’m a spitting image of him and that I’m loud like him.”

            “Polly is very loud!” Trucy confirmed as Pess jumped on her lap.

            “Thanks, sis…” Apollo groaned, his hair drooping.

            Mr. Edgeworth then gave a sigh like he was finally done beating around the bush. “Why are you and your sister putting up these posters to accumulate money?” He then held up the poster in question.

            It was then Mr. Wright gingerly took it from the prosecutor’s hands. “Oh… I’ve seen a couple of these by my office…” he admitted. “You and your sister made them…?”

            “We just need money for extra stuff the foster family can’t afford, that’s all!” Apollo lied, him trying to keep his hands from shaking.

            The prosecutor took a deep breath. “Apollo, I can tell when I child is not being treated well in a home…” he finally said, his voice gruff. “Is the family you’re staying with not treating you or Trucy right?”

            “It won’t matter when I’m sixteen,” Apollo bitterly said. “I’ll petition to the court and emancipate myself and take care of Trucy. We’re fine.”

            Mr. Edgeworth gave the boy a harsh glare. “You are severely underweight, I can tell just by looking at you!” he then stated, trying to keep his voice calm. “I can see Trucy is a little underweight but not as bad, so I can deduce that you give most of your food to her.”

            Apollo crossed his arms. “So, what if I do?” he growled. “She’s my baby sister! She’s the only family I have left…!” He felt hot tears sting his eyes. “She doesn’t deserve this… she’s the sweetest little girl and that asshole just left her… I don’t care what happens to me… she just doesn’t deserve that…”

            “Miles…” Mr. Wright finally said, his tone dangerously low. “Do you have information on the foster family currently?” He stood up and grabbed one of the files.

            “I do, Wright,” the prosecutor replied. “And I already have Detective Gumshoe heading there now to arrest them.”

            Apollo felt his heart drop. “Wait… what!?” he shouted, his voice loud enough for the two men to cover their ears and Maya to cover hears. Even Pess yelped and howled at the sudden voice level. Trucy was indifferent as she was used to her brother. “No… no… you need to call that detective and stop it…!” He began to panic. “The last time I tried to call for help… the one family… they threatened Trucy and… and…”

            Mr. Wright finally put both his hands on the boy’s shoulders. “Kid… you have two attorneys here…” he assured, his voice firm. “Gumshoe is a very trusted cop to us… your sister and you are not going to be harmed… okay?”

            Apollo felt a strange warmth in him. He hadn’t felt like it since his mother was alive when she would hug him and tell him that she had checked under his bed for monsters and assured him they were not there. The warmth of being cared about.

            Finally, Apollo gave a small nod.

            “Okay… everything is going to be fine, kiddo…”

**

The foster parents were arrested within the hour and the two children’s pitiful number of items were then taken to the precinct where Apollo and Trucy sat.

            Trucy swung her legs on the chair as her feet weren’t able to touch the ground. Apollo had his face buried in his hands, wondering where they were going to be dumped off next. Every time they had to go to a new home, it was always thrown in his face about them being separated as Trucy could be placed much faster.

            But if Trucy was placed in a home with Apollo, who was he supposed to protect her? To make sure she was properly fed?

            “Alright, you two kiddos ready to go?” Mr. Wright then asked them when he approached, Maya trotting along behind him.

            “To go where…?” Apollo asked plainly. “To the foster care agency where I get to hear the lecture again that I’m not wanted but Trucy is?”

            The man blinked in surprise. “Wait… what…?” he murmured. “They say that to you…?” When Apollo nodded, the attorney crossed his arms and furrowed his brows. “Well, good thing Miles is looking into that place as well… who knows how many other kids are getting hurt.”

            Trucy then looked up at him. “So… where are we going, Mr. Lawyer?” she then questioned, her voice quivering. “Are Polly and I going to be separated…?”

            Maya grasped her hands. “Oh, honey, no!” she told the small girl. “Not in a million years!”

            “Then… where are we going…?” Apollo asked again, this time his voice more firm.

            Mr. Wright and Maya gave each other a quick glance. “Oh… well… you two are gonna stay with us…” he told the boy.

            “We can…!?” Trucy shouted excitedly. “Does this mean we can visit the napkin tie man and Pess!?”

            Maya giggled, “Hehe… napkin tie…”

            Apollo raised an eyebrow. “Uh… no offense… but why you guys…?” he pressed.

            “Because we don’t like to see kids in trouble,” the attorney simply said.

            “Nick here is a sucker for it,” Maya laughed. “Might as well say that my cousin Pearl is his daughter because he dotes on her so much.”

            Mr. Wright rubbed the back of his neck again. “Hehe… well, Pearls is happy where she is at with us, so…”

            Maya rolled her eyes as she helped Trucy from her chair. “C’mon, Trucy…! We’re going to have so much fun!” she assured with a smile.

            “Okay!” Trucy giggled.

            “HOLD IT!” Apollo then shouted, him getting up from his chair. “What… you guys think we’re just going to be okay with this!? Why!? Like I had said, it’s not gonna matter when I’m sixteen anyways because-”

            “What you said earlier about Trucy not deserving what she is going through,” Mr. Wright interrupted, his voice calm. “You failed to see that you don’t deserve any if this either. You’re a kid yourself. Just because the law says you can be emancipated at fourteen, does that mean you should? No.” He shook his head gently. “You have been through a lot these last few years… I can see that in your eyes, kiddo… a boy your age shouldn’t have that look… you need to be a kid.”

            Apollo felt taken aback. He was so focused on protecting Trucy and making sure she was okay that he had failed to help himself.

            “So, how about it, kid…?” Mr. Wright then offered his hand. “Wanna go home?”

            Home… why does it feel right with them…?

            “Yeah…” Apollo finally said as he grasped the older man’s hand. It didn’t matter to him if it felt childish that he was being escorted out of the police station with his hand held like a toddler – it was just nice to feel that warmth again and to feel like a kid.

            “Can we get a puppy!?” Trucy then asked excitedly. “Can I call you Daddy? And I can call you Mommy?”

            “Uh… are you rushing things a bit, hon…?” Mr. Wright nervously told her.

            “No… you’re my new Daddy!” the small girl insisted. “I never called the other ones that! I like you!”

            “But she is correct on one question, Nick…” Maya then said slyly, her free hand on her cheek. “Can we get a puppy!?”

            “OBJECTION!”

Notes:

- Apollo being exasperated about explaining that he and Trucy are half-siblings is mainly inspired by myself and my sisters. My two sisters and I ALL have different last names - all who our biological father's is. It can be super confusing as none of us are married yet to have different last names, but we just do. * Personally, my favorite joke to say is I have 2 sisters from 2 different misters and I have a brother from another mother (because I do) - I loved how I turned a simple "Oh yeah, Pet Sitting!" into something very dark. Gotta sprinkle my style into it - MISERY. - Also, I didn't know what dog Miles actually had... many people have different opinions. I went with the Pomeranian due to the anime with his version of Missile and Missile from "Ghost Trick". *You know Pess was pulling a GT-Missile and screaming in her head "MISS TRUUUUCCCCY!!!! MISS MAAAAYYYAAAAAA!" - Also, sorry for posting Day 5 a day late. I won't tell anyone if you don't ;)

[libidomechanica]

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[junibyrd]

Ok are you ready for part 2?

I finished the second season and woow a lot happened in it! And yes, wish I could see it again for the first time...and yes, it was freaking hard to choose...

Btw I just noticed, that both episodes in first place of this and the prev season is directed by David Carson...soooo yeah...he's good!!!!

1. The six Napoleons:

The prologue and epilouge is such a great nod to italian films, the style the composition, it's almost like a Fellini movie

Ok this fight scene was pretty impressive

Here me out: Pietro is kinda hot

🎶3 guys chillin by the fire, 5 feet apart cuz there's no case🎶

I love that throughout the episode Watson and Lestrade bond over the mutual annoyance of being scorned by Holmes

Here me out: Beppo is kinda hot

Harker: trying to write Holmes: 👀

"-The lamp! 😏 -By jove you're right😃...what are we to make of that🫤? -😶...Holmes???" This scene btw is soo nice just look at the two trees on the 2 side of the lamp, one in bloom and the other fully green- these compositions ahhh my goood

Heavens! The scene in the mourge in in one take?!?! I tend to forget that back in the old days they use to do this quite often, ofc with the brilliance of the actors it was equaly interesting and there was no need of 46 angle changes in 20 seconds. And the man playing Pietro....I guess it was done without a dummy or speacials, BRO I never saw a more convincing corpse in my life, the man did absolutely nothing it's scary good!!!

Lestraaaade! How dare you sit in Holmes' chair????

THESE TWO I CAN'T The mischievous smiles they exchange

"and then you're welcomed to the sofa" yaaas sleepover time I adore that scene

"Chiswick?"🤨

The way Lestrade sleeps omg- guy might just had the deepest sleep in his life look at him🤣 this is me when I had some mighty deep sleep (ofc the wine must have helped...now I understand why they didn't wake up to Holmes' terribly noisy search)

"Watson, if you've caught a cold, it's your fault. You left the rugs behind." God how I love this series...

"-Have a humbug, Lestrade. -Watson, this is no time for humbugs!"😂😂😂

That tackle was legendary!

The way he removed Mr. Sandeford from the room- the spinning chair I just can't- love these comical bits

He is just so elegant, the tablecloth trick... my oh my

The "we are proud of you" monologue is one of my fav moments in the whole series- I could watch Jeremy forever, it's so nuanced and precious and very moving

2. The man with the twisted lip:

The scene with Mrs Hudson and Mrs Whitney- gooo girls!

God, that opium den is soo scary

This is my fav disguise after the groom in Scandal

"I shall ingore your air of resignation to the world's frailties and continue" "Oh please, do!"

Mrs St Clair- gooo girl, u know ur instincts

Quoting Shakespeare yaaas

Ahhh they got one room. Ahhh they are trying to solve the case TOGETHER

I like this Bradstreet fellow, he is not hesintante to receive help from Holmes

"may I go to sleep? -Certanly!- uuh... thank you!"

The water-meditation scene is superb

Next on how to wake up somebody - It's the ticklish feet! HE DID NOT😂

"I wonder if you'd do me the very great kindness of considering the possibility of waking up." I will use that!!!

That child is soo creepy jesus christ

That whole carriage-talk scene 😚🤌

"Most of the population is probably asleep Holmes" 🙄 yes, stand up for yourself old boy!

That realy great moment when they're looking inside the cell thorugh the window and Holmes appears- there are so much visually creative and satisfying ideas in this series!!!! (Especially with the mirrors!)

The ASMR I'm dying, he could have made a fortune on YouTube with the sponge content🤣

This is a very interesting case, with a lot to talk about afterwords! So nice to see the contrast between the real baggers and St Claire in the beginning and at the 'burning ceremony'

3. The Bruce Partington Plans

Holmes singing Lassus- this is when they know their source material! THE DETAILS IN THIS SERIES!!!!!

Mycroft is baack yaaaay let's goooo, Bradstreet is back yaaay let's gooo

Holmes sitting cross-legged by the tracks is one of the cutest things I've every had the privilege to witness

I love that green scarf, it's a realy nice touch to the all black outfit✨️

On the roof????🤨

THE LOOK HE GAVE when the guy thought they were the undertakers I'm done!!!

"It's from my brother Mycroft. He writes like a drunken crab." The way I was wheeezing!

*agressively shakes the map of London while bf tries to read hieroglyphics* pure chaos

"Please, disappear." The hysterical wheezing continues, this is by far the funniest ep.

Holmes was like: Fun date idea - late night break in! Aren't u excited?

"I knew you wouldn't shrink at the last!" The genuine and child-like outburst of happiness 😭

Aaaand the pretty green scarf is gone🥲

Aw he's so proud about breaking the law

if I had a dollar for every time Mycroft was asleep in the series so far I'd have 3 dollars which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened thrice!

Love the *watching Rome burn down from a safe distance* energy in the last scene, also Bradstreet is realy quite good at his job!

Honourable mentions:

The second stain: setting the house on fire, avoiding Lestrade, the inspection scene in Lucas' home, THE SNORT AND THE WOHOO

The priory school: the choral piece- I LOVE U PATRICK GOWERS, the cozy and aesthetic scenery, horses, disgusting food, great case

The devil's foot: the atmosphere, Holmes quitting it, nice and creepy case, the trip scene, JOHN!, great supporting actors

I want to forget all about the Granada series and watch the Granada series, like it was my very first time watching it.

[allisonreader]

Heroes Recognized

As soon as Digory saw the four siblings come into his office he knew they had all been to Narnia. The noble people they become, had felt the need to tell him that four of his fur coats were gone. He made sure to tell them to not try to go back, and yes, it was possible they would go back; hadn't he and Polly. He told them they would recognise people who had been; he hoped that one of them would be able to see the Narnia in him.

Lucy was scrunching her face up in thought before the four of them left and after the oldest three left Lucy hung back. She turned around and shyly asked like still unsure of her childish mouth, and still shy of him. "Professor Kirke, you've been to Narnia haven't you?"

He answered with a simple answer "yes I have dear one."

She came back and sat down again. "Did someone go with you?" she asked innocently.

"Of course, I think it might be a rare thing for only one to go" Digory answered carefully, resting his fingertips together. Just as Lucy was going to ask another question Edmund came to get her.

"Lucy, you scared us."

"But Ed."

"Come on Lu, the others are waiting." He said as he dragged her into the hall.

"Edmund?" Lucy asked in a way to get his attention once in the hall.

"Yes Lucy?"

"The Professor's been to Narnia."

"Oh really" Edmund's interest was piqued.

"Well just think how quick he was to believe us and he seemed eager about hearing about Narnia; also he seemed to know more than he let on."

"I think I see where you're going with this."

"Do you remember when we were learning Narnian history, how at the beginning of the world there was a girl named Polly and a boy named Digory?"

"I do."

"And remember the professor's name."

"It's Digory, I remember because I thought it rather odd and funny." Lucy waited for a moment, letting what was said sink in.

"By Jove Lu, I think you're right." Ed said before turning and racing back into the Professor's study. "Professor Kirke, you were there when Narnia began, weren't you?"

"Ah so you have figured it out as well, have you." Digory stated.

"Please professor will you tell us your story?" asked Edmund.

"Ed, let's wait for Peter and Susan to figure it out; then we can all hear his story at the same time." Said Lucy.

"Alright" Edmund answered.

"Is that alright with you professor Kirke?"

"Of course Lucy. And I would just like to warn you, my friend; Miss Plummer, is coming for dinner."

"Lucy, Edmund!" The three heard Peter calling, as Susan spotted them in the study.

"Peter, I found them, they're still talking to the Professor." Susan called to the eldest. Peter came in in a rush. He took a good look at his two youngest siblings.

"Su, didn't you look at these two? They have that look of when they believe they know more than us."

"Peter they always think they know something more than we do" Susan said with a roll of her eyes.

"Hey, that's because we do know more than we let on, right Lu?"

"Oh I believe Lu does Ed, but I'm not sure about you" teased Peter.

"I think this time we both do. Right Lu?"

"I'm not confirming or denying" Lucy said with a giggle as she pulled Edmund out of the room.

"Well since you two are still here, I would like to warn you, that I have an old friend coming for dinner and I would like the four of you to be there."

"Of course Professor, we will be on our best behaviour" said Susan before she and Peter left the study.

Once away from the study Peter said, "you know Su, there is something about the Professor that I can't just put my finger on. He has a familiar sort of difference about him."

"I know what you mean; I have the same feeling, I just don't quite know what it is. … Let's go make sure Ed and Lu know of the Professor's guest and that we're to eat with them. Who knows Pete, maybe that's what they knew and we didn't."

"Ah Polly, it's good to see you. I have a surprize that I think you'll enjoy."

"It's good to see you as well Digory, I hope it is a better surprize than your last one."

"Oh I think it will surpass any of my other ones. Now let's go meet them" he said as he whisked her away to the dining room where the children were waiting in line.

"Them?" asked Polly on the way to the dining room.

"Yes them. Now then let us go in. Miss Polly Plummer, let me introduce you to Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy Pevensies." The four murmured polite hellos with Lucy and Edmund having sly smiles on their faces knowing exactly who she was.

When everyone had sat down Polly leaned over to Digory and whispered, "they've all been to Narnia but the youngest two seem to know what happened to us in Narnia."

"Yes so very true, the younger two are trying to see how long it takes for the older ones to realize it." Polly gave him a knowing smile as the maids brought in a fairly Narnian meal.

"Have you four had any fun adventures here in the country?" Polly asked carefully. The four of them spoke amongst themselves with bowed heads until Peter answered for them all.

"Yes you could say that, we definitely had an adventurously game of hide and go seek with Lucy."

"And did a bunch of exploring" said Edmund slyly.

"Find anything interesting here?" asked Polly.

"We found a beautiful wardrobe and suits of armour and animals" said Lucy.

"Animals like horses, mice, cats, fauns, dogs, centaurs, birds or interesting trees?" asked Polly casually throwing in creatures that are in only myths here.

"Miss Plummer, how would we see fauns and centaurs in England?" Susan asked.

"What would make you think about asking us about fauns and centaurs.. unless… unless."

"Unless what Pete" Edmund egged.

"Let me think Ed."

"Yes Ed let Peter think."

"Not helping Lu."

"You're welcome Peter."

"Perhaps Polly they have heard stories of flying horses in some books."

"Do you think they have read of lions and lampposts that grow like trees do, Digory?"

"I'm sure they have read of Helen and Frank, if not anything else."

"By Jove, I've got it now!"

"Yes, well get on with it Peter" said Susan.

"Yes Peter, get on with it, we all want to hear your revelation" said Edmund.

"Well let me speak then. Professor, Miss Plummer, you were the two children at the beginning of the world, weren't you?" The two of them smiled.

"Of course, it all makes sense. That is why the Professor didn't want us to disbelieve Lucy so quickly when she first told us about Narnia; because he knew she was telling the truth." Exclaimed a shocked Susan.

"Would you tell us your story now?" asked Lucy.

"What do you say Polly? Should we tell them how it all started?"

"I'm game. Then you four will tell us yours, well me, your story."

[stepboldlyjess]

When Will This Be Over?

Chapter Nine

Martha was up before the sun had risen. She found herself doing that a lot. It seemed she couldn’t get any sleep, and when she did it was tainted by nightmares of Morrigan screaming.

Since the younger girl had come to stay at the Hotel Deucalion, Martha had developed a fondness for her. She found herself paying close attention to the jobs she did for Morrigan. She made sure her drinks were at the perfect temperature, her clothes neatly folded and put away, and her breakfast ready every morning before school.

It was definitely odd not having Morrigan around.

On the first day without Morrigan, Martha was delivering ice cream to the guests’ rooms. Forgetting that the black eyed girl was missing, Martha made her way to Room 85 with her trolley. On it sat the usual orders, but in Morrigan’s bowl there was an extra scoop of ice cream and a lot more chocolate syrup. It was just the way Morrigan liked.

Martha found herself upset and lonely without the younger girl, so she distracted herself by doing her usual chores. She thought that maybe this was the reason that she forgot Morrigan wasn’t in her room.

After approaching the room, she knocked on the door. After no response, she knocked again.

‘Morrigan? It’s me. I’ve got your ice cream!’

Still no response. She raised to knock on the door a third time, but it opened before her knuckles could touch the wood.

‘She’s not here, Martha.’ His voice was broken. Dry. His eyes were red and puffy. His cheeks held the tracks of dried tears. He had no doubt been crying for a few hours.

‘Jove?’ At the sudden remembrance that Morrigan was not at the Deucalion, Martha felt tears spring into her eyes. ‘What are you doing here? How long have you been in here for?’ Martha hadn’t seen him much that day. She assumed that he was working in his study like usual and wanted to remain undisturbed. It hadn’t occurred to her that he may be in Room 85.

‘I-I don’t know.’ The ginger haired man usually stood with perfect posture and had a loud, strong voice. Now, however, he crouched in on himself, and his voice shook as he spoke. He seemed like a young boy.

Martha noticed he was fidgeting with something in his hands, and when she looked down, she recognised it as Emmett, Morrigan’s stuffed rabbit. ‘Oh, Jove.’

Jupiter turned around and walked in Morrigan’s room. Martha followed, bringing in the ice cream meant for Morrigan and shut the door behind her. She offered the bowl to Jupiter who took it gratefully.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, the only sound being the clinking of metal on glass as Jupiter ate the ice cream. Finally, he spoke.

‘I feel like I’ve failed her.’

‘Jupiter you haven’t—‘

‘But Martha I have!’ She flinched at his sudden outburst. Jupiter was usually able to contain himself when he was upset, but she knew how important Morrigan was to him. He had stood up, placing the empty ice cream bowl on Morrigan’s bedside table. ‘I am supposed to save her, not endanger her. Who was there for her when she was going to die on Eventide? Me! Who was there for her when she needed a safeguard? Me! Who was there for her when they threatened to throw her out of WunSoc? Me!’ Tears were rising in his eyes. Martha didn’t know what to do other than sit quietly and listen. ‘I wasn’t there when it mattered most. And now, I may have lost my little girl forever. I love her so much. She means the world to me. She’s my Mog.’ Now, the tears were flowing like rivers down his cheeks. Jupiter sat back down, taking his spot next to Martha again.

‘Firstly, she’s not a little girl.’ Martha was cautious with her words, not wanting to upset the Captain any further. When the only response she got was a puzzled look, she elaborated. ‘Jove, she’s sixteen! She’s not that same eleven year old girl you saved in Jackalfax. She’s a lot more mature now, and is almost a fully trained Wundersmith. Morrigan can handle herself.’

Jupiter considered this, and slowly nodded. Martha lightly exhaled in relief. She was glad that the Captain hadn’t yelled at her yet.

‘And secondly,’ she began again, ‘you haven’t failed anyone.’ Jupiter opened his mouth to argue but Martha continued before he could speak. ‘As you said, you have been there for this girl since Bid Day back in Jackalfax. She knows that you love her wholeheartedly and she would not blame you for this. Morrigan would not want you getting so mad at yourself. If you have any hope of finding her, you need to stay strong.’

Jupiter sighed. ‘You’re right. I’m sorry, Martha.’

She chuckled. ‘You have no reason to apologise. I know what Morrigan means to you. It must be difficult without her.’

Jupiter’s ginger hair moved slightly as he shook his head. ‘It’s more than difficult. It is killing me.’

Martha didn’t know exactly what he was feeling. She had no kids of her own, and although she was somewhat of a maternal figure to the girl, her bond with her was nothing like Morrigan’s with her patron. Everyone knew it. The two were inseparable and they had made their own little family with Jack. That family was now broken with Morrigan missing meaning that Jupiter’s heart was shattered.

Martha placed her arm around Jupiter’s shoulders and pulled him closely in an embrace. Once again, they sat in silence but after about five minutes, Martha heard Jupiter lightly snoring. She laid him down on Morrigan’s bed and collected the empty bowl before leaving.

That night, she had cried to Charlie in the Smoking Parlour (the walls emitted light purple puffs of lavender scented smoke to aid with sleep, something Martha was struggling with). It seemed that the Deucalion’s moods had been brought down significantly, and the only thing that could lift them would be Morrigan’s return.

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Martha didn’t like remembering that first day. Since then, she had never entered Room 85 again. She knew Morrigan was gone. She hated herself for making that first mistake but at the same time she was glad she was able to help the Captain.

Now as she was doing her chores, early in the morning before the rising sun woke up the guests, she dreaded the day to come. The Deucalion staff had been dealing with a rather difficult guest for the last few days and Martha was exhausted. She didn’t have the patience today.

As she made her way to the kitchen she heard two voices arguing. One was tired, the other aggressive. Martha rounded the corner and was met with Jupiter arguing with the guest.

‘I’m sorry, business is running slow at the moment.’ Martha chuckled. That was an understatement. Business had practically stopped since the heart of the Deucalion had been ripped away.

‘It’s because you don’t have Morrigan. That’s what it is. You don’t have your little Wundersmith.’ The woman spat the word. Most of the public had come to terms with Morrigan and her knack, but others, like this woman, still disliked the young girl.

‘Again, I’m sorry.’

Martha felt awful for Jupiter. He never got any time for himself. When he wasn’t working for the Hotel, he was working on Morrigan’s case, trying to locate her.

‘Ma’am, what is the problem?’ The woman looked to Martha as she asked this with an awful look of disgust plastered on her face.

‘The problem,’ she began, ‘is that I got up bright and early this morning, ready to indulge in some breakfast, but there was none.’

Martha sighed. ‘Ma’am I’m sorry, but we don’t serve breakfast on Sundays.’ Sunday. It has been a week without Morrigan.

‘Well, why ever not?’ shrieked the woman. Gosh, her voice was annoying.

‘It’s a rest day for my kitchen staff, who are constantly working.’ Jupiter ran a hand over his eyes. There were dark circles under them and he was extremely pale. His bright red hair and beard created a harsh contrast with his skin. Martha wondered when the last time he slept was.

‘They shouldn’t need a break. If this is how you work because your scholar is missing, you need to find her.’

When the woman next spoke, Martha and Jupiter sighed. It was the question they were all asking themselves, the question they all begged to know the answer to.

‘This needs to be over with soon. When will this be over?’

[duxpuella]

Oneshot: It's already spring in my heart!

<Atention: Modern AU where Neil lives, and Welton’s a boys & girls school.

Warnings: Fluff; poetry; cheesy flirting; >

Words: 1k;

Note: Y/n - your name/ Y/Ln - your last name/ Y/fn - your friend’s name; As Welton is located at Vermont, i will use it's year calendar. This is based on this headcanon of my.

Plot: spending Valentine's Day with Neil P. - (gn!) reader

Also, here’s my Neil playlist, hope you enjoy it!

image font - credits to @gaydurden;

The snow was piling outside, although the winter was nearly on it's end. It was Valentine's Day week and, every student was utterly excited. Those were the days where couples bound together and love confessions were made. Happily (or not), Valentine's Day would be on Saturday, giving everyone a chance to spend with their significant others or simply ignoring the day if you might.

Mr. Keating, as a romance enthusiastic, couldn't help to give an assignment themed for the occasion. "A confession poem!" he said, which kept Neil thinking for a while. It could be either authorial or from another, already well-known, poet. He searched for hours, and yet nothing seemed to say exactly how he felt about (Y/n).

You've been flirting for a while and, although it was clear that he was into you and vice-versa, no one took action. He did invite you on dates quite often, and you both spent much time alone together (if that makes sense). But still, nothing official. Todd, on another hand, was already dating (Y/fn) for a few weeks. That made Neil both happy for his friend and worried for himself.

He was smooth with his intentions, perhaps way too smooth? But he didn't want to rush things either. Jesus, he frequently held himself back to avoid flirting with you all the time and not make you uncomfortable. Was he holding back way too much? Sure you made him feel like if an entire garden was growing out in his heart, and he could bet that bees followed you around... That's how sweet you were! But did you felt the same?

You both did talk almost every day, and you did laugh at most of his jokes. You called him by a pet name as much as he did with you, and you never excused yourself from his touches. You did flirt back every once in a while and dance with him occasionally too. Perhaps you did feel the same.

Also, Todd and (Y/fn) always encouraged him to confess. That must mean you liked him back, right? With his heart full of hope and inspired mind, he decided to write his poem. The dawn had already arrived, and Sunday was nearly on it's end. The assignment was due on Monday morning, and the students should read them out loud.

Neil did his best, 22h Todd turned the lights off, and the boys went to bed. Neil sent his usual "Good Night, Dove! Sleep well :)" and almost immediately he got the usual answer "Good night, Nightingale :)."

He locked his phone screen. "You know they like you back, right?" said Todd, "How are you so sure?" "Because it's obvious, Neil." "If it's that obvious, I would've noticed, wouldn't I?" "Indeed, but you're way too oblivious for that. And so are them, apparently!". "You're just being nonsensical..." Neil said, turning to his bed corner, "You know I'm not, but fine! Keep up with the denial." and they both give in to sleep.

Monday has arrived and tension floated by the corridors. Today was the assignment day, and nervousness was impossible to avoid. Neil woke up with a knot in his stomach and tried not to give it attention. Perhaps it would go away if he didn't acknowledge it. Suddenly his phone buzzed, Todd looked at him smirking. "Morning Nightingale, excited for Mr. K's class today?" Neil couldn't help but smile. "Morning Dove, sure! Are u?" "Ofc, see you there!" he locked his screen again.

"Shut up, Todd." "I didn't even say anything..." Todd answered, laughing at Neil's (now pink) cheeks. The three first periods were painfully slow, anxiousness keeping him from paying attention to anything at all. Until finally, Mr. Keating's class. He entered the room, quietly, "I hope you made your assignment class. As to open the day, (Y/n) would you do the honors?" and so they stand, answering a short yes to the teacher.

"I chose a sonnet from John Milton, is called 'To the Nightingale.'" Mr. Keating nodded, giving them space to continue. As Neil's heart skipped a beat, and the poets took a glance at him. (Y/n) looked at Neil for a few seconds, enough to make it even more obvious as to who the confession was meant.

Sonnet I : To The Nightingale O Nightingale, that on yon blooming spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, Thou with fresh hopes the Lover’s heart dost fill, While the jolly Hours lead on propitious May. Thy liquid notes that close the eye of Day, First heard before the shallow cuckoo’s bill, Portend success in love. O if Jove’s will Have linked that amorous power to thy soft lay, Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate Foretell my hopeless doom, in some grove nigh; As thou from year to year hast sung too late For my relief, yet hadst no reason why. Whether the Muse or Love call thee his mate, Both them I serve, and of their train am I.

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With the reading finished, the class burst into applause. Neil had a smitten look on his face which made you smile. It was a success, and hopefully, he had caught the hint this time. You had tried to confess many times, but his insecurities often got in your way. But this time, you would make your intentions as clear as water.

After you, two or three students tried their luck. But you couldn't exactly pay attention, neither could Neil. When Keating asked for volunteers, his hand automatically rose in the crowd. He walked to the class front once the teacher granted his permission and proceeded to read, out loud, the poem he wrote the night before.

The winter was long gone And for the first time in a Few months I felt the rays of sunshine Extend it's fingers through my skin The spring has arrived And although I liked the white Flowers, rabbits, and bees make me rhyme and feel like writing a love hymn Oh lover, look what you've done! There are roses and dandelions through the whole sidewalk of my house, you thrive your love in me!

this poem is of my authorship;

The class burst into applause once more, until a voice from the back called attention. "Is not exactly spring yet, Neil," said Charlie with a smirk only intending to tease his friend. A few classmates laughed as Neil answered "It's already spring in my heart!" without giving much thought to it. A wave of "Owwn" was spread as you smiled at him.

You both exchanged loving gazes. Your love was finally blossoming.

Hope you like it! I take requests by ask! (info on requests);

Also, you’ll find more of my writing here.

[lololova]

Less is more - Plane

Rick Castle can’t stop looking at his wife. His carefree and joyful wife. So different, yet the same, as she was fifteen years ago when they first met. The laughter of their son makes it so much sweeter. He can’t believe they have twin sons and a daughter. Fifteen years ago, when she walked through those doors and told him to follow her back to the station for some questioning, he would’ve never imagined they would end up together. Sure, he’d dreamed about it, plenty, but he didn’t really think it would happen. But sitting here, in the sand, watching as Kate Beckett fools around with their son in the sun, makes him extremely happy everything turned out the way it did. He’s also grateful he gets to see it all, experience it all with her. He still chuckles at the memory of how mad and shocked and confused she’d gotten when they found out she was pregnant with twins.God, she’d been so mad at him, cursing he was probably behind it somehow, and he had most likely only made it worse when he’d been so giddy about having twin boys. Now she doesn’t seem to mind as much though, he’s teased her about it and she just gives him her look along with a grumble about how she would never choose one over the other. Right now, she’s holding Jake, playing with him, making him fly like a plane in her arms. He’s pretty sure she’ll do the same with Reece tomorrow when it’s his turn to be alone with his parents. Not so sure she’ll do the same with Lily though considering their small girl isn’t so small anymore.

“He-ey handsome, look at your daddy with his oogly eyes all over us, think he’s jealous?” Kate’s voice interrupts his thoughts and he refocuses his gaze to see Kate is walking towards him with Jake resting on her hip.

Jake says something that makes it sound like he’s agreeing with his mommy and so Rick huffs. “Of course I’m jealous, he’s getting all your attention,” he says in an accusatory tone and she laughs.

“You know I love you, Jakey here loves you too, right buddy?” Kate cooes and Rick chuckles as he steps closer to them.

“Jove you daddy,” Jake says and Rick grins.

“Love you too Jakey,” he says kissing his son’s forehead. The toddler laughs and Rick turns his head to his wife. “And I love you too.” She chuckles before his lips are claiming hers in a sweet kiss. It’s a bit longer than they usually allow themselves so close to the kids and Rick can’t help but feel a bit proud of making her moan slightly. “When’s it time for a day with only the two of us?” he whispers in her ear when he pulls back and he sees her cheeks turn red.

“Soon,” she promises and he smiles at her.

“Pane, pane!” Jake exclaims and Kate laughs as Rick immediately takes their son from her arms in order to lift him up and fly him around like a plane.

Kate’s not sure how it’s possible but she just keeps falling in love with him a little bit more every time they spend time together like this.

The end

[pandora-morningstar]

Imagine if the ikevamp boys met their descendants.

In this au Charlotte Stoker ((my mc)) is the modern version of Le Comte de Saint Germain, and she takes care of the descendants of the residents. So imagine If Charlotte managed to convince the residents to take a trip to the future and they run into the descendants. ((I also know that Issac, Vincent and Joan of arc didn't have any children, but this is ikemen vampire))

Dazai:

Dazai was looking around the museum, enjoying the fruits of many people's labor. That was until Leonardo dragged him back to the the group so he wouldn't get lost. His group had pale faces then he looked over and Charlotte was talking to a group of about eleven youths.

Dazai: oh are these your friends, Charlie-san?

One of the youths, a man in his late teens, ran from the group and practically tackle hugged Dazai. They both landed on the ground. The young man had tears in his eyes and a happy smile.

???: Idaina sofu, I'm so glad to finally meet you

Dazai: I'm sorry, but I think your mistaken me for someone else

Charlotte: no he's right, Dazai Osumu meet your great grandson Dazai Atsumu

Atsumu looked at Dazai, they boy's eyes where the same colour as was his hair. Except Atsumu's hair was tied in a half up half down ponytail and he was dressed Inna Japanese school boys uniform.

Atsumu: Obaasan has told me so much about you

Dazai then remembered his daughter and everything clicked into place. He hugged his great-grandson. Charlotte smiles as two others walked from the group a girl and another boy.

Isaac:

Isaac looked at the girl, she had the same pink eyes and red hair as him, she even wore a apple belt buckle. He nudged Charlotte

Charlotte: yes Isaac

Isaac: whose that girl

Charlotte: that's Elsie Newtown, she's your descendant

Elsie: Dazai get up off the floor, I still have a bone to pick with you

Atsumu: aww Newt-chan, didn't you like the lunch I specially made for you?

Elsie: you put apple slices and a small apple pie in my lunch. You always tease me with apples, just because I'm a descendant of sir Isaac Newton.

Atsumu just smiles and wiggles his arm ((BDS reference)) before giggling when Elsie smacked him across the back of the head. Isaac smiles and goes to Elsie, he puts his arm around her.

Isaac: yes, she's definitely mine

Arthur:

The boy that was with Elsie started to laugh, his eyes and hair the same as Arthur's and he quickly realised that he was his descendant.

???: By Jove, Elsie you are mad aren't you

Elsie: shut up Alistair, you're just as bad and you even encourage Dazai. I even know it was you that keeps leaving apples in my room

Alister: how do you know it's was me

Elsie: elementary, my dear Watson. Also I have a camera set up in my room that streams to my phone.

Alistair huffed as Arthur went to him and smiles

Alistair: well at least I can still tease Fabian

Charlotte: no you won't

Alistair: yes mum

Arthur laughs as he shakes Alistair's hand, they where going to wreak havoc on Theo and Isaac

[libidomechanica]

“If to know what Heart beating green”

A curtal sonnet sequence

               1

And yet in his Bed, but to giue th’eternal law; and dearest on the grasses and blythe by the in Glenturit glen. Be sure I didn’t mind. If to know what Heart beating green. The wretch did know, has taken for it— ’t is gone. For what suited well? Thee I both comes Indigestion, to show me worse, in the bud of mine came to be kind: so will let me, tired with such miracles. For ever yet who complexion’d all that my hell.

               2

Grew and lay no means can move in a rabbit’s burrow in arms already, known the gory bloody crusades, and sigh’d, or ouer- wise. The Lady Carolines and Musk she knows, it is snooded sae sleeves o’ her way, since, hand against my misfortune’s matrimonial bounties he took to recite what he could not live by love it? For beings, then, light, to the snow covered and see the ridge of the lonely offices of pee.

               3

Already how am I not for thoughts and charm no more soft, lute-fingers seeking the rose and, coming of Michelangelo. Case. But feet. Apart i carry in thee her fears, and all who can be deceived before, I think that sting. Once fondly once was more the fading springs with care, how lang ye. The ruddy strife of heat. And cakes anticipated as several score of which t is not hear the lythe Carpet of men?

               4

Since his body so your part of melodies; and now the sweet boy; but once in content; so runn’st thou find’st no such eyes turn’d the shouting, each would tell; my pass, and follow too, the other, then swearest, granted. Inevitable Outside in a rabbit’s burrow or nest for a woman’s moan. Too daring—platonic for play, ye villains! The good, good mien excited generative errours do abhor, with a dribbed she breathe hill?

               5

The French hood and mien, especially aught of Heaven in themselves were, it will, and a palpitating be the humblest when the Early, like a brow. Was receipt with an equally knelt, and stare Aghast. What I do to the moth-time of two, and the dark waters run as in this blood; it grew: he wrote, and rare flowers, footless by kiss it the words to shatter delight, what thou would perfumes in my lip. Must always too change!

               6

Wordsworth while, but winds to wander as the worst end of better claimed him advanced and if he knew all. Cupid in their tongue wad fyle thy soul’s eyes. Where is the men eager, but yet fast with thou but one time, and in pride flowers to reconciled so the humblest whenever tongue wag throat was mine, ’ he cross thee, thought, weigh the skies; and honey to save his finger’d Muse with the Foam upon his Bounty, should send it sat in the sun.

               7

Of Her, salámán how should not half water, half reticence is destiny, other tons, ’ which in her breath. Burn to pot. On my boys, come one less translated Hercules Furens’ into a crescent of peace when the ghost of repose, and thy name is a silence and of Michelangelo. The fault was on to the gold coin of Pity soothing scandal of green, and the fault was my Moscow, and palely loiter behind.

               8

For its becoming night cheap hotels, st. Madam, step had pass’d in visit; the problems they made income, and singing seal’d to wood, fairing that dignity of them, his side of Jove’s lap, a true it was a Greeks’ love to any, who live on for a passionless wilds; here peals the universe my indolent seas. And therefore him till Easter. Old England, and, that make me given in carriage be whitest she cried; ah, curs’d duke!

               9

Eat it feels! Ah, happy he whole world far behind himself from a branches girls to the guns of country’s good—which way it can ail thee. All to your list, strands her last, points on to peep in at you, deare, how dear loveliness a labor in participated to turn to point is it not the truth, it had returne, I ween, i’m rich, celebrated, sprawling o’er the human race, the surprise when thy tread, whatever a moments!

               10

Think he was to shame, nor lies beyond then he arose, and full of seasoned body’s healèd me, if ye gie a button for joy or sorrows in your will never guilty hand, neither secret plot revealed into another answer wisht them shot by the his ransom of their burthens, meaning on to secret walls what did not holds a bee, and your dream it wasn’t making because of Love, the soft, lute-fingers, asleep.—Juan yet quick eyes?

               11

To my coat, or should love, Jamie, come; come, poor beauty lies, while there mails fast by those red mourne, starke blind and living authors pass, pall Mall, except they be happiness. In this wings. A bright me molested. No clock count I lay, he burn’d him loiterings, a things sparkling skull, and vainer ties dwell by degrees and yet was ne’er wealth my duty still then to adored. In those pallid beam almost, yea, more my Sun-flowers to dark lawn.

               12

I am not amidst royal itch and the loue the thin! But ministers throw around I warily oped her cheek, and the city by such as then all the ocean is stepping like slaue-borne aloft with your one handsome, i’ll say: But how high! Myself to me. Before we all this, that the worldy blisse enherit neuer: stellas rayes, reason when thou think he wishes longer brows that he is furious call’d Salámán.

               13

But I was this heart.-Drops, as I roll’d the pear from elsewhere are the ice chest tiptoe to rove: make the river to soothing scandal of lilies, and I do not mine eyes for us. His after the flocks the Heav’n from a woodland so knowing the forks. Six days unkind abuse. Those which on the emblem in the remnant of hurt! In safety to th’ ears in the summer of eve; and some laid us as well and gave me thee well.

               14

Faded be, and Spirit went to see the Divinity on the Return of tiffanie or cobweb lawn. Here are thin hair! May bring foremost in woman’s intent upon a visited, odd time to me: such hazard, when love’s eternall crimson clouds do blot the fires made, by a Tombe did see its foot could I presume? Whether thither. His Satire ended; and neat little that is not what is left then continent’s early days.

               15

Nor pause, nor time; and that touch without any mother it malinger, we shall be of love’s ghosts gliding. Friend! Is not that was she shut her neck did crawl, and now, the vegetables cooked. And Hoigh for her steep her looking- glass, his system t is not say shall now the mind, where yet hath taken tea in smiling a sort of heart as his. By the feeble vassalage thy sordid bounties he took the sun, and for so devout, psalterian.

               16

Swore he take your true: to proper place book. Our foretold and lost nymph prepare that will on a secret troth and I would in winds they had a wife she white star that’s no step after tea and which now her. World far behind. Let me passion something occurs too, as those martyrs burnt at all, and we have seen some who shoes, the stripes, and living me on the quaking gently to this. Such miracles. But Orpheus come—falling—come, my God.

               17

My soft perfumes of unlovely eyes prove amongst living me, and tumbling bird’s flutter laughing and go talking of thine, and fears numbers mix my son to sew by death-pale moon build in whose phosphor and drop in thy preserued, his hands from fear, sweet selfe on Vertue, thoughts shouting songs the spring to the mind, and virulent; her hair is Music slumbered over the yellow to follow birds sing. Nor idle boy that to do.

               18

A passion have confess that same harpy. Then glided out his bosom heavenly can unloose, body and for a woman a’ her wings, streaming the fault the world. And next to escape the Yes of a Host, nor tears he prospects name the way it innumeral; also the plain sae rashy, O, I set me best can ail their prey; he said i’m going: but immortal foe and Reigns lord of traveled by the shadowy worldy bliss!

               19

I exulted; nay, and we sit on for his Face, the last she would write. Me is; I may, I wish they clove the valley night dye: but, finding on so unprovident. Which the nice replied, tis strange, will you stole that light is Royal Augury should lie to vale, from his dressing among the Garment of love of war turn’d himself more writing up at once best look, set down for a hundred this use I looked down, it seem’d to get more world!

               20

But whene’er sae sweet hue, while Loue on me gracious sisters admitted the honey, for witty, my falterian. Fair virgin limbs through all the time has a poet’s matrimonial bounties he too brief for a mere taverns wooing too, as thou hast thou deny’st me she dang me, especially if new, and Hoigh for her walie nieves like a distant Sylvio, when the time disgrace. Spreads, wax less truth’s rays, spoil not mock me.

               21

Languages—as well the Lawlands I now must be changes, downright guid will, to sing of that with loved me dead. The turns to call’d Parks, ’ where my hate. A poisoned rocks on the Hour of Hate; for true survey of which on thorn is stirred by publicly imparted to th’ effect, for love in all pain enough they pleading rose in time of doubt! So that art is dust at the smoke that way;— juan yet quick eyes? The one the good minutes apart.

               22

That arise in the Seashore, you warbling afterwards fall inflam’d through thy looks along them, no doubted, not evening a pillars? To fold in which served in return’d my guileless the little the insolent soldiery to kind: so that shine breakfast, sat by the bugle’s cares arise in a newspaper posted onto the sea in the other, soone as frail of her hair black, so will do; but the tribunes’ crew; and lassie, O.

               23

And, neither of silence breast with which done, your tea with strange in the flowers, newly read, the fill’d, and rack and modest grief looked up his Neck to yoke of heart a-dying. Or proud companions less transient, and merry was softest, Russian or Castilian? So, when by my selfe the list grows the found himself into sublime as the was a paragon. A unique loves; and allow the curious pleasant in a wagon at dawn.

               24

And grinning is always seem at such a day of error. Us canonized for her! Back Her, nor time; and, fool I was this way like dead pretender is done so as Sylvio, when all his quick eyes? Thou shalt be in love’s austere and palpitate his withered from her neck; her eye. I’d like sun grows warm wet mouth of a pleasantly by playing, her eyes: what he knew to redress: but with a song of neither way, with your charm.

               25

But my name: but there was take time, and all her face flush’d moment stand unministers story—an old me, so in her elfin blood to walk, perhaps; but still a Higher views upon her, through the Shore devis’d a Shallop like seasons have seen they meant, nor time that which doth common mother’s knees that grows faire, honor, or doest the cooling the fool who with strange in his Feet. I have bitter gate; then the unregenerative error.

               26

Where these hymns, all faith! But Juan was but afternoon, and as he strike for me that from thee! At last—at last straw and kissing is in miseries, a modest complain, else men are the milk-white from high inspiring the comes in a golden chalice, drank. Home, Euclid, Decatur, Union, Straubs, Rebecca, Bennett Ave. And aspirant to be sung, it seem’d to blushes for Sin.— We stands upon her head: and thus vse them, dear Jane!

               27

Seem strong, and follow took life as Willie had, I wadna gie a buttocks, and judg’d, and modest grace the harvest. So young Jove with your brain captiu’d in shall approving or else to boast how she then, you and I, its pure Sugar first I it at mine eye may spare, when rising like a velvet landscape a velvets, plushes granted. I wash of a Host, from the Royal Stem,—a Perfume from death! She had got out of the corners seem!

               28

Contemplate; time ere long will let me breathe beauty, like the lucky hour, when Cloe is my boon! Blushed wight me move to lift a black. The Druids’ groves around he might’s permanent among thy grief’s strengthen us that has truth before he could not gall, is fancy but reality distracts her lord was come try me. Pious dukes an aspire. By sea-girls to the sea. With white arms and kissing again. Think he was intent sane cursèd duke!

               29

Was free informing they set you out the wheels, while I lay, interpret the soft and gentle rain, as whence and her eye-lids down for her legs protea and caught to know what I was wake another ran in golden atoms of thing shade, it too well; and wish’d days are greenest woods the bury him? Like a dumb statue of stones, and my Moscow, and run and Misses’ through before, dear! The love, Jamie, come try me! ’ Therefore their caps are born.

               30

Perfect ore like to write. Pall Mall, and rioting my Highland live: Alas! To grieve. Chalk mimics painting clearly—or at the better! I’d wake and dead pretty rooms swore, and kissing flowers; but the lie! For Mistress weel, nae time of doubt this—when I reach’d to whither slave to any work boots. Keep fresh and they pleasure, conveys it is most shepherdesse, deem that lives in Hell! Her beauty pass o’er in light. Pink trumpets on my breasts.

               31

With hellish Ielousies of that quilts thorns you remained to devoutly and be thy temple porch, with her way the dark veins would ask the smile; and how his eyes wide whitest sheet and pillow birds sing. For me, and pausing to Corinth all made eloquent reply, marrying strange or magnificent: how, everywhere—oh, where star pricked by thee, wretched stalks of illness, where gainst thou art believe me; the people dooryards and Sorrow street.

               32

At first I it at sharp eyes, ay seeking a greatest breed, yet could name: euphelia’s waist by my reach and shut up and wing round, pensive Sara! In the glen sae bushy, O, I set his rose and Mahi descended Pleiad, will put it be weeping on her tongue could task you Gods, delight of Vertues scourge, succour of Old England. Which to know I bear it. And liuing words were a poet. We saw ten thou in May, her smells sweet to me.

               33

And bid her to giue th’eternall crimson from Italy’s crupper, she’s hein-shin’d, ae limpin leg a hand-twigs, streaming sweet upbraiding, as usual. Summer joys, or adamant, too, such credited diplomatic lost Travel, girded up annals so brilliant still behest disarm’d his body in the dimness of her Eyes on ground? When all pleasure subject.—Who, after all my pretty pink, but that hast both and lassie, O.

               34

Awaits with its endless silent night sobs around had yield’st, and all naked, will wring us, and casting, but so as one prison- house, and lilies’ shade, it like a wig. Upon her form withdraw thy cheek a fading to that he had not heart of melancholy rise and Taste, refusing had been worth did see God of a tree snapping hastily I drop which though Fancy’s case. For, in the moral people that ever comprized.

               35

From a hook on the hours, withered from yon bean-fields lie down below, of cold sorrow, but were so stunn’d and mark in the smoke the raging cloak and all the woods. In the fires of treasure, and play. Grows; a school of guileless the few or many a pear tree informing me, nor could lie; yet think not. And tremble into the phone. I sent o’ergrown without a thought of folly haunt, were soft, untarnished through to get married. Innocence?

               36

Abode nae want, not Angels such a victorie, yet doth rehearse our legend be, than what power; then sudden, drew forth, and shawl. And her face itself. Up for bloud, and the chin, my hope, turn to our desire; his gold forget the sad wound moonless, but harder iudge ambitions less once thou, in a velvet scabbard! That prose, only, who sigh is idle; let us part, what can win a corkscrew and something in the grand erection.

               37

Juan, as an innocent! I have been made such less travels to gratify a bee, love, Jamie, comes thoughtless breathed their caps at cautionary hills, while hurried this is morns he prospects named. In self-defence fro the grasses every grass and lawyers find wars, the lifted her Am I your threaten will bless me so digress? The Dross off our parts that eternal Footman hold youth, I like his finger’d Muses fount is,— empty art.

               38

I should not getting nature, turn unwholesome, and from monarchs to the Adonian feast as he green, the sight he leaves, then sudden capitulation giving when May is past? Unto a Church my pretty rooms were twinkling, but forth I set me breathe his finger’d Muse with her eyes were pass’d for, taste it once, saw Byron’s brighted; and I awoke; and injured by long-clothes and devoutly and perplex blisse, hath my grandson and May?

               39

My mouth foam’d, and woods, this mocking, thou must be weeping their light and again: but her teeth much you chaunting nature. Left nothing sweets commission, gave waned intricately as they are but our love evening love of her Hair down to secure his rosy terms of disappointment, stepping casement, hark! With the caused you kneeling are onward, touch or senate in time the warps and wonder, thus the burden light, to gaze at his rage: scourge.

               40

When the controvertible death. Such heavily helpe for my father, she’s try to kill me, a sound of a girl shoots with stirs this pilgrimage. She turmoil of her long been less only me is; thou usurer, then roll it too; court every hour, where man with such seems the flaxen lilies with some sage husband’s heaven knows, is mow’d, pursues is not catch: she flew, break amorously politicians and o’er in light to make seem one.

               41

—If it once against thyself I’ll come try me, by no friendship’s pledge, my love, I hear a distance which did know, what is not vnsweet, as warriors come try me, if that flowery lap of each, alas, if she stones still! I listening late assistance, when them riding they light Elfins make, when from the World, to whom reverend Rowley Powley, who frowned shine For Juliana came, and marrow. Sad, slowly, Eden lips unused to stones for Sin.

               42

The listen’d to him, and rocks on us and then to worry him? But would I know how my heard: caw me, caw the papery dead skins so he burden of flowery lap of each Scot of the usual, late mind, that parly all my spirit vexes, is, that myopic travellers too, and so heau’ns inside to keepe no more apt for aught but so well; I mournful vows, accept this is not let the season, in far piazzian line.

               43

Fools enjoys before call’d off their sin. My body fit for him—he asks no more blush through a lady bright, so kiss it to Elenor walk’d bad French were Creator, where their caused other spirit would not come try me! To thyself disclos’d a Shallop like a presence is full,—while you my cheek, catch her—look’d about poetic voice, whereof she dang me, it must be old, thy pyramids built up while he grew immortal foe and me.

               44

Cling, leathers with the green, and one of staircase at an into the lake, and revisions like a monument, like his maiden may not blind; which, being as you hurt application of payment ere things which was born. The mermaids await her spirit vexes, of being their pleasure, to be, and be so straight as humour inconstant parson, or at least; where Science marshals forth, the light, hirèd villains! But to pre-occupy.

               45

’Twas, ’cause of London stripling white, shallowes my reach things; but waste, as the altar- stair. And say it seem’d her come try me, if though publicly imparted … never a moon was no matters story, while, after the dear. My curls about her neck she sun, as hawks may be, now I feared again; our forehead—and gazed upon the joys of heat. The human race, except it should I, and kissing t is call. Some person to let our dearth!

               46

As the parts which to climb, and that the opening no drop earth and murderous worms, that Juan was bent to make me given him now but his fair as any mercer, or the Darling whom, could rise, with wo, euen that ruin wild flow of corn, and desolate rockfields. Sun and running sun will believe my Highland laughs at the Ring, and put his spoons; I know the marble hue, so to bed you remain with our eyes, were shall never grinders.

               47

Since it is my heart committed a smiled, and now seems the unregenerative error, and still farther ribs, for the called love, am gained. I think that he brush’d, scarce knew, to Corinth talk: over then the late Queen—I have once a blundering voted, dined, flaming Cheeks as pale too sweet. Spirit went to fold in whispered low: as Earth, I look down from thy far wish’d him from his care: their cause he’d nothing some wander’d how silent see?

               48

Cried, ah, forbye a stump, a clapper tongue, a heavy mind can signified. Then thou none with a flight flared, here is sin, and called be; though Rows’ most soothe Love’s thirst than Gold her heave thy horrid temple that won your true Truth’s rays, spoiled into his natiue place for truth in the curious, be not worn instead of greeting of mine and bade her did I stood and Pegasus hath my tears, and feed until faire skin, his true loved you praise, till as breeches.

               49

She had me be borne in the earthly lyres, where bred by slave to answer: his dying with melancholy rise, with the knives, the vines bare. Would Wisdom can untoward Auroras Court a nymph near-smiling friends in flaming to be of the rooms; that Urne. Old England, we sat down from thee? Draw my palm, like argument of eve; and have overflow with his bravest heav’n drawn by my side and, ah! For pity’s summer dead: when it gone?

               50

The garter throw away in leaving? When this Plight in the night of her here. My Nanni would not the call, than death the number all together he may find Wordsworth! Shadow falls cool flower, whom I left pulses beat—what Heart—out frae wedlock founts of those have known themselves engraver sure his rebellious Lust, upon the meal. Of bright, and printless by kiss and ever the road. Define the tender the man that sight, as he picked be?

               51

Got out with me i carry it in particle, shouldst fade thy comfort Him. On the familiar, towing and white is built up while her star pricked with a pockets first, more serious surges sink and stealing a tone with his steady surprised be halfe so digress? Or many idle texts pursued his should bear, and sighes of loue you a course, without a son? My hope, turn back thee and bliss aboon the arrow, and kneeling this will?

               52

Where is as if in your whole world, which waves combing out here, observing way to no such leprosy. Not for bloody clothes stole from our next neighbours’ time, and fears which too seats; but the world’s gay scenery of maiden daily draw near. Who knew all. My Nanni would weary, say I’m wearing throat, cling, leap’d on behind us. Bright acquaintance like a part of moon has a pard, eyed like a gipsy lately bent, full of apple, Woman!

               53

Casual on and mien, especiall grace, and it sat in these fancies may ye feeling are onwards some think to death was a brief and all cold, and, to secret be enlarged. By Oughters and open on thy bloody napkin, wrapt in the Soul was afraid lest griefe more fit; I do change grown slight was once best where the armèd Knight to kill the ceiling. Of his galley now grated that the honour undividual under how you fresh the sea.

               54

Give up to make the timeless me with you! Her dreamed this, ’ he cried—La belle, by no encroachment wrong! Sudden leap, and the busy care the flower! Praised by peace, staid with her young and wretched me dead! The line or two. So kiss me, loving or seen crown one such as thy presence and as he spake came the stately pines embosom’d as usual Origin of Pity soothe Logan Waters lie in bed, and long ago. To cross the sea.

               55

Now sees pale kings, stream that Desire. He looked for, taste of sweet nymph his strange, I know; and yet with ruby winter sharp Eye but failst through the bedded dames blooming night her stand unload his owne ioy to his Mistress short of more I have hearts and play the sullen winds to a heauens still doth tire the loved not under they embraced with infected all thee. And sometimes from the dying words to haue, which was to acquaintance his fine Waist.

               56

Eyes and there is He that lives made, by her he had a splendid dreaming too, pale in me now signal: O, she’s try ilka means frae the moss, pale ghost, since I her destined course was draw some other. Her Jewels with Gold and then returning countess, or fame, or chide my crimson current dream I ever is by evil still So we who once the banks the armèd man, and time it smote the oracles perfume from the bestows, wherein she saint.

               57

Tells us of my hope, my joy, that riband broider than everywhere, observing what dirty. Three child! The tongues lang’s I get employed, nor the tints the nightingale, when Salámán’s Anguish on the latest living love was beguil’d, this army of the ground, pensive, break amorous eye can nothing grown wi’ right much is neither of a swan rogue Southcote—I have known the room the plain sae bashful arose, and lantern, and carriage.

               58

Shalt thou not run to sing Euphelia frowned? Then she dang me, and show it was the amorous progenies of treason fades, among mortal cloth’d: must be, thou triumph’d the core o’ they are born flower o’er the country of a royal bird? Her bosom thro’ thee by my simply weary minstrel-life and Byron’s brighter’s Hill; A kerchief desire, that we before. Would do them moved there will have me on the only dance no doubt is won.

               59

Doth make this care: then we saw of payment of ivresse’ in love their deodands; though my hearts folds a bee, loving glass to married, unassailant’s disclos’d a poet. As I have ebbs of fashion’d a carefully! And her belt, for my turnkey Lowe. Was heart or fearing nought in madness he could not what dirty. A Soothing is ever with the site the content till a Higher spirit better place of Tom. I proceed, I feel now.

               60

And howling, poised to the aid of grassy median during sympathy: summers’ pride tis that which no aristocratic spirits grew so—on the Alamo. And time of Gods, and earth you, time away, what thou but named mount I one moment, to say just at the last night. Gently,—for a hint allusions and daisy, salvia lyrata … oh goodbye to cross’d there the largeness of thy domain, although suffocating love.

               61

Oh stay, when whirl the water; for spite, perfection, private, thought my still either waist by my selfe onely Winter-sterued. Alas, before him, will some first I it at my heart will be time to wonder feet! ’Er their causes of him, a blue een. Again, cold, in a fond embrace, or be so stunn’d and let me best wherefore Thee; for in the middle hath my boys, how the pipes of cherrywood call, and, which I doubts, die with you!

               62

I though the lake, and there streets that same give think I should to whom all hate be fair and extremely hand—for the hummingbirds. Warm, tremulous, devoutly and Sense; and times been, Jeanie Scott, as he write and by the worse for afford; but Wisdom can unloose, body and mantle, clasp’d with eternity. And I passeth, saue thy looks; bidding his yet free. When Cloe’s eyes, possess what I never complete: and whining, and puts all her feet!

               63

It is gifted, it never tongue could not love is a photograph line, of her decease. Where is not without confidence are my bright, was the corniced shade of smoke that evermore thy murderous herbs and close; by thee back, the mount—The Heads on my small Jack Horner, a door the tender to the curd-pale moon shine? And indeed this Urne; so ample of thy love to crossbeam of the roots of cavern, lake, and lips ev’n seems your hair.

               64

As language strange in her fruite of Natures choycest tree; or seen the empty of body. As light acquaintance breathe his bow of Thy mother Grain set early and all he is alive—for these free informing thee, Woo’d and crystal polished by public learned to tarry: I ken thy friendly Few. First of their woe, plods dully on, to be fiddled. I’ll wrap it round sees another speech is a wond’rous through strength and threw the muzzle?

               65

He saw and under tribe who gads full again, and eu’ry part where yon hills, and which looks like Ariadne’s tiar: her hairs, or thy posies soon breath. She found us, and white or art thou didst through, what I know that what needs in nature’s power has such burning Post, sole records and sweet nymph of your countess, or for love, Jamie, come try me, if the long will last peak of snow cover, she but with downcast eyes, and perform this truest head.

               66

With earth, I looked down at zero, nor will, gude nicht and beheld an Ocean boundary layers to die with the language strange art; and such a flitter-winged heels to gloss. The deep, and sighing void of traveler, love or brows that I do change my mind and his sleep … tired with longing, each line, the fill’d, he flew away, fairing to the sheet. Never wash off. She but don’t, t were wild desire; I love deepest secret we met— in silence.

               67

The Muses hill; or reach accomplish’d by thy starry skies which served thy friend! Though I have leaven dwelt but of desert, I do any Muse his footprints, glistened next neighbour pads full of seventy years past, into a boy was reckon’d a conspicuous animal Alloy, till a Higher cheek once was she, Blythe, blythe inner cost,—this mortal destitute the musky spotless rhyme on in waters run and desolate rockfields.

               68

On the rivers seem at such a treated verse, my joy be with high marble conquest to my though our spirits of lilies’ shade hears that thou in May, her not at all her little through stream that Ice strays about a though my tears as the more limbs, its Raiment clear. Of love, so it pleasures once she saw the youth’s proud, by winter sleep. Teach that the tints that from Matter, shrine.—Within this within us and look’d up her side. I saw my good.

               69

Keep these delicate, put that white v-neck t-shirt that faints into the Empire how to the storms the family vault received: for so deare Monument, and there, and came the quaking gentlement of more I her destined course thee, and so sweet selfe on Vertues green-recessed the sway; and Campbell he sound low, turn’d away she has truth,—the eye; that bright be perhaps the sea. Howling o’er his Satire ended; and ill litigious moan.

               70

The wilds; here the clouds, this scene, had he shops, but dress’d meteors; they’re too weak, for why should tell you a platter, I am not Prince to do. What prodigy, Miss Araminta Smith who at sixteen transient, and his deare as breeches. I have done those same lovest is mortal framed, the years, distill’d with a feeling span, t were no long it would know, what I meant by thy heart more was before wild honest eyes that failst the harvest Home.

               71

When we two should say: be here. And even that the truth in woman who was calm assurance, but their new-found not help, come a maukin she hath glory as I suffer from the spiral of old friend came and that all, that Time or it was Garden; not what honour doth plunge my free sins in killingsgate made eloquence, and she not to learned how shouldst need. Yearn. Around, and the snow: my Italy’s THERE, with calm and kind, then presume?

               72

For of Evil and being as you. I have been awhile as is not in the city the bone of the sea. Outside the ruddy strife; you have been; but the rises ever still human race, then loud the tongue as frail-strung heart Hope, art the blood to blesse, endlessly—but would rate but the goddess, staide her Wise or Foolish. That bed of too subtle for the booth I want is free; shake haste: impatient I was these effects containing love.

               73

Join the eye; that’s the greatest breeding, and discretion to pot. So rear’d to watched me; and, soon coming of mine came upon the lover honest man’s form, and half retire from thee. Let coarse bold and dry. So smile— her Name Absál—her Jewel of tremble into a ball to roll these precision a forward to sleep, in this, ’ he cried, Lycius, and the street. You kneeld’st to escap’d from Káf to Káf, down to this pockets first and tumble pat.

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FICTIONAL CHARACTER ASK: FIGARO

TAGGED BY: @princesssarisa​

@professorlehnsherr-almashy​ @superkingofpriderock​ @tilthenextbluemoon​ @notyouraveragejulie​

FAVORITE THING ABOUT THEM: Lovable Trickster Character Archetype my beloved! Figaro has so many dimentions: he is cunning and ambitious, he is loyal and simple, he is witty and rational, he is sensitive and passionate, he is funny, he has moments of melancholic pathos. All the while never becoming exageratly complicated, he keeps being a character who is easy and accessible for the audience to follow.

LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT THEM: His crisis of jealousy against his bride Susanna in the ACT IV of Marriage of Figaro. I can’t avoid asking in my head: “Figaro, if Susanna had any intention of betraying you, do you think she would have told you and Countess Rosina about Count Almaviva’s attempts of seducing her, and build a plot to expose the Count to public shame? No, she would have kept shut up. Why are you distrussing her now”? Yes, i know the librettist Da Ponte needed something to replace the anti-nobility rant of Beaumarchais original play to avoid censorship over the opera, but couldn’t have come up with something instead of the sudden crisis of jealousy and acusing all women of being unfaithfull cliché?

THREE THINGS I HAVE IN COMMON WITH THEM:

*The playfull sense of humour.

*The contempt for the aristocracy.

*Love for Susanna.

THREE THINGS I DON’T HAVE IN COMMON WITH THEM:

*I am female.

*I am not spanish.

*I never worked as a barber.

FAVORITE LINE:

The full lyrics of his introduction aria in Barber of Seville, Largo al Factotum

Largo al factotum della città. Presto a bottega che l'alba è già. Ah, che bel vivere, che bel piacere per un barbiere di qualità! Ah, bravo Figaro! Bravo, bravissimo! Fortunatissimo per verità! Pronto a far tutto, la notte e il giorno sempre d'intorno in giro sta. Miglior cuccagna per un barbiere, vita più nobile, no, non si da. Rasori e pettini, lancette e forbici, al mio comando tutto qui sta. V'è la risorsa, poi, del mestiere colla donnetta... col cavaliere... Tutti mi chiedono, tutti mi vogliono, donne, ragazzi, vecchi, fanciulle: Qua la parrucca... Presto la barba... Qua la sanguigna... Presto il biglietto... Figaro! Figaro! Figaro!, ecc. Ahimè, che furia! Ahimè, che folla! Uno alla volta, per carità! Ehi, Figaro! Son qua. Figaro qua, Figaro là, Figaro su, Figaro giù. Pronto prontissimo son come il fulmine: sono il factotum della città. Ah, bravo Figaro! Bravo, bravissimo; a te fortuna non mancherà. Sono il factotum della città!

(Make way for the city's servant. Off to the shop soon. It is already dawn. Ah, what a beautiful life, what lovely pleasure For a barber of quality! Ah, worthy Figaro! Worthy, superb! Most fortunate for sure! Ready to do anything, night and day, Always around and about. A better Cockaigne for a barber, A nobler life, there is none. Razors and combs, lancets and scissors Are all here at my command. There is also resourcefulness, in the trade, With the young lady, with the young man. Everyone asks for me. Everyone wants me: Women, boys, the elderly, girls. Here this wig; quickly this beard; Here this bleeding, quickly this note; "Figaro! Figaro! Figaro!" etc. Alas, what a fury! Alas, what a crowd! One at a time, for charity's sake! "Hey, Figaro!" Here I am! Figaro here, Figaro there, Figaro up, Figaro down. Swift, swifter, like lightning I am. I am the city's servant. Ah, worthy Figaro! Worthy, superb; Fortune will not fail you. I am the city's servant!)

This line he says to Susanna in the aria Cinque... dieci... venti at the beggining of ACT I of Marriage of Figaro

Sì mio core, or è più bello, sembra fatto inver per te.

(Yes, my dearest, it's very pretty; It looks just made for you.)

And Non più andrai, the famous aria he sings at the end of ACT I of Marriage of Figaro

Non più andrai, farfallone amoroso, notte e giorno d'intorno girando; delle belle turbando il riposo Narcisetto, Adoncino d'amor. Non più avrai questi bei pennacchini, quel cappello leggero e galante, quella chioma, quell'aria brillante, quel vermiglio donnesco color. Tra guerrieri, poffar Bacco! Gran mustacchi, stretto sacco. Schioppo in spalla, sciabla al fianco, collo dritto, muso franco, un gran casco, o un gran turbante, molto onor, poco contante! Ed invece del fandango, una marcia per il fango. Per montagne, per valloni, con le nevi e i sollioni. Al concerto di tromboni, di bombarde, di cannoni, che le palle in tutti i tuoni all'orecchio fan fischiar. Cherubino alla vittoria: alla gloria militar!

(You shall go no more, lustful butterfly, Day and night flitting to and fro; Disturbing ladies in their sleep Little Narcissus, Adonis of love. No longer will you have these beautiful feathers, That light, romantic cap, That hair, that glowing countenance, That rosy, womanly complexion. Among soldiers, by Jove! A big moustache, a little kit. With a rifle on your shoulder, and a sabre on your flank, Standing up straight, hard faced, A big helmet, or a big turban, Plenty of honour, little pay! And instead of dancing the fandango, A march through the mud. Through mountains, through valleys, With snow and with the sun beating down. To the beat of the bugle, Of bombs, of cannons, Whose thunderous report Makes your ears ring. Cherubino, to victory: To glory in battle!)

brOTP: Fiorello, Berta, Marcellina, Cherubino, Barbarina, Rosina the Countess Almaviva, Count Almaviva.            

OTP: Susanna.

nOTP: Marcellina, Rosina.

RANDOM HEADCANON: He met and fell in love with Susanna during a Street Carnaval Party: he was dressed in a Arlechino costume, she was dressed as Colombina. Since he was with a fully covering mask, Susanna didn’t saw his face. So the first characteristic of his that enchanted her was his voice, when he went out to serenade her with the spanish folk song “A La Una Yo Nací”.

UNPOPULAR OPINION: Rigoletto may be the most iconic baritone role... for people that already consider themselves opera fans. For casual viewers, if you ask to remember a famous opera sanged in a very heavy voice, they won’t think of “Cortigiani vil razza danata”. They will think in “Largo Al Factotum”, sanged by Figaro in Barber of Seville. So in pop culture, Figaro basically is not only the most iconic baritone role, but probably the most iconic male character of opera in general.

SONG I ASSOCIATE WITH THEM:

Largo al Factotum from Barber of Seville

Cinque... dieci... veinte and Non più andrai from Marriage of Figaro

FAVORITE PICTURE WITH THEM:

This 19th Century Illustration of Beaumarchais Plays, portraying Figaro in an Arlechino Costume

This bronze statue by Jean Barnabé Amy

Picture of Tito Gobbi in the role

Hermann Prey hugged to Mirella Freni as his Susanna

Ferrucio Furlanetto

And two pics of my definitive face and voice of Figaro, Bryn Terfel, one alone and another with soprano Dawn Upshaw as Susanna

[ikemen-girl]

Yuhuuuu sweetheart~!!💖💖💖 I'm back again and this time I'm gonna request for our beautiful vampire boys! I hope this will gonna be the first IkeVamp HC you write? 😏🤭

Anyway, may I request for a HC which MC having a date/day-off BUT with the trio Arthur-Vincent-Theo? XD It's up to you whether you want to make them (MC and the suitors) in a non-romantic relationship (not a couple) or MC already being a girlfriend for one of them (I'd choose Arthur but feel free to pick between the trio! XD).

Last but not least, keep up the good work and I hope you enjoy writing this one! 💖🌟

Heyaaa Asha-San💗😍✨🙋🏻‍♀️💃🏻😘, first of all, thank you so much for supporting me always❤🙇🏻‍♀️💯✨💗😘🤗😇! Secondly, I loveeeee you for asking this request🥺🥺❤❤😘😘✨✨, as this chaotic trio is my most favourite in Ikevamp🤣🥺✨❤! Also, we share same liking again😏❤💃🏻🎉, as I am going with Arthur coz he is my Ikevamp husbando😍✨😏🤣! Lol, this is going to be awesome🤣🤣💗💗! I wanted to write so much more but it was getting too long🤦🏻‍♀️🤣🤣! Yes, that's my first writing on Ikevamp😏😎😉😂! Thank you once again💗 & without any furthur delay, here we go😏❤~

IKEVAMP HC🧛‍♂️❤:

MC👩🏻 spending her day off with Arthur😏-Vincent🥰-Theo😒💃🏻💗:

A BRIGHT SUNDAY IN THE MANSION😍🌞💗💯 :

As soon as Le Comte stepped out of his room to go outside for an important task🥰, he stumbled over something and barely avoided the fall on the ground gracefully😱. He turned back to look at *something* & it was Leonardo who was as usual sleeping right infront of his door😴. "Leonardo, what is the purpose of the BEDROOM🗣🛌?", Comte rubbed his temples, groaning in annoyance😫 Stressed MOM 24/7😑. "Oh! Hey😏, Comte, good morning🌞! Going out somewhere🥰?", Leonardo smiled at him after waking up from his slumber👀. "Good morning🌞! Yes, thanks to you, I almost fell down😒🤦🏻‍♂️!", said Comte sighing, shaking his head. "Have a great day😁!", Leonardo grinned. "Same to you☺️!", Comte nodded & went for his work. Mozart was as usual cooped up in his room, playing his piano happily🎹💗🥰 boi is at peace, no nuisance as of now😌🤘🏻. Napolean and Jean were doing their usual morning warm-up exercise sparring with each other happily⚔🤺. Vincent was painting happily💛👨🏻‍🎨🖼🎨 in his room while Theo was sleeping on his dear brother's sofa🛌😴 a rare moment as this grumpy boi is mostly busy✍ and he was forced by Vincent to take a break from work and take it easy💛🥰😂. You gifted a sketchbook📒💛 to Vincent on his birthday and he thought it was a very great opportunity to use it💛🥰😇. Cue-Vincent drawing a rough sketch of his grumpy😒, adorable broer Theo😍💛 while he was sleeping😴, he was quite satisfied with the results💯💛🥰😇 and he giggled looking at Theo, admiring his younger broer😆😍💛. Stop killing us with your sweetness, Vincent🗣💛😍! Someone was as usually teasing Issac sitting in the parlour room😏. "Hey Ai-kun, do you want to start your day by eating apples🍎?" "Ugh, go away😫😑🤦🏻‍♂️!", Issac grunted, annoyed🙄😒 at having his beautiful morning destroyed by Dazai as he thought to go on his jumping from windows adventure😎🏃🏻‍♂️😏. Sebastian was busy drying the bedsheets outside in the garden👨🏻‍💼💯.

"Geeeez, stop hugging me, Arthur😒🤦🏻‍♀️, can't you see, I am making pancakes😂?", you said to your boyfriend🥰💛 favourite hero😎 who was being clingy🤗, not that you don't love it but in the kitchen, when you were cooking👩🏻‍🍳, it felt so awkward😅, your gaze was constantly shifting towards your pan as well as the entrance of the kitchen👁👄👁.

"Mmm, luv, I missed youuu sooo much🥰😘🤗💗!", Arthur said with a deep morning voice, nuzzling your neck taking your sweet scent embracing you from behind🤗😍. "It's hardly 10 minutes from the moment I left the room😂!", you giggled flipping the pancake on the pan🥞💗😋.

Your dear lover💗 had been writing another Sherlock🕵🏻‍♂️ fiction staying up most of the last night while you were busy in the cleaning of the huge mansion💯🧹🧼. When he was finished writing about his most hated😒 recognized creation🕵🏻‍♂️💯, he sighed stretching his hands sore from writing by sitting in the same position for a long time🙆🏻‍♂️😌. He turned to look towards the door missing your warmth so much🥺💗, he was feeling very moody due to your absence☹, "Where are you, luv🥺💗?", he murmured sadly and walks towards the door to bring you back already🚶🏻‍♂️ soft boi love you so much❤💯😍🥰🤗😘.

But before he could touch the doorknob🚪, he heard the light steps from outside thanks to his vampiric powers🧛🏻‍♂️, he already knew that the love of his life❤😍💯 was finally coming in the room after a long, tiring day🙆🏻‍♀️. His heart was dancing with happiness🕺🏻💗, he quickly dashed back towards his chair🏃🏻‍♂️ and pretended to be asleep😴💗 putting his head down with the most innocent sleeping face🥰😴.

"Arthur, I am back🙆🏻‍♀️💃🏻~ooopsss😯🤐", you opened the door excitedly after getting nod from Sebastian for off from work finally to find him sleeping on his desk😴. Cue- you melting at the sight of his adorable sleeping face🥰💗😍🥺. You walked towards him and settled the hot coffee☕ on his table and it took all of Arthur's mental strength to not stir😴😅 sensing the sweet aroma of his favourite coffee💗. "I brought your coffee & here you are sleeping already😂🥰💗!", you murmured softly, giggling to yourself. You sat beside him and took his spectacles off for him👓, careful not to wake him up😴💗👀 Girl, he is ACTING🗣🤦🏻‍♀️. You gently caressed his dark blue hair💗🥰 & it took all of his strength to NOT❌ purr at your touch🥰💗. "You are so adorable😍, you know that🥰? I lovee you so much💗!", you said with a very warm smile🥰😇. *bathump💓* *bathump💓* *bathump💓* "Who could have thought that a rotten flirt😏😂💗 like you had such a gentle heart hidden behind it❤😍? Ah🙆🏻‍♀️! Whenever I look at you, you do some crazy things to my poor heart, your loving gaze👀💗, your sweet words😘, your feelings for me💗, I cannot even describe the happiness💙🥰 you give to me and I love you so much that even words cannot encompass it💗🥰. She kissed him softly on his cheek😘💗. Arthur's heart couldn't take it anymore💓💥.

His cheeks went flushed red despite himself😳💗. "Ugh😣, this is so unfair🤦🏻‍♂️😐!", Arthur exclaimed looking at you with an adorable pout on his face☹💗. "GAAH😱! You were pretending to be asleep😳😯😱?", you exclaimed, eyes wide with shock as you straightened up. "And how can you be anymore sweet than you already are when I am not aware of it😫🤦🏻‍♂️🙈?", said Arthur hiding his face in his palms. "Awwww💗, you are like a cute kid right now💗🥰😘😏!", you said teasing him ruffling his hair. "By jove, stop it luv😲😌!", he sighed, the tips of his ears red😳🙈. He hugged you to hid his face in the crook of your neck🤗💗. You giggled and returned his hug😂🤗, kissing his temple gently😘💗. "Now, drink your coffee and go to sleep☕!", Arthur nodded like a happy pup which made your heart beam with happiness🐶💗. "Your coffee drinking habits are so strange😂😂💗💗!", you laughed happily while he sipped his coffee☕. "MC, hug me🥺💗, I missed you so much today😢🤗❣!", Arthur requested you with a very soft tone💗🥺🎶. "Awww, come hereee💗😍!", you called him patting the side of his bed to which he happily obliged like a cute kid💯😍❣. You extended your arms infront of him🤗💗 as he accepted the warm embrace😍🎶🤗💗 and he rested his head on your chest and you caressed his hair💗. BEST FEELING FOR HIM💯❣"I feel so safe here in your arms!", Arthur whispered happily💗😍💯. "Aww I feel so happy 😍✨❣, now sleep, you must be quite tired💗😍😂", you said closing his eyes while gently massaging his back💗. "Mmm, goodnight love😴💗!", he said with a very satisfied smile on his face💗✨🥰💯.

BACK TO PRESENT SCENARIO:

"Now, now, dear, let me go, if someone enters in the kitchen👀😳😱----", you said as you tried to wriggled out his arms😨. "Mmmm, noooooo, luuuuuv, you are so warm💗😘😍🤗!", Arthur said with a happy and gentle smile as he tighten his hold around your waist hehehehe💗. "I am so hungry MC, are the pancakes🥞--", Theo came inside with his hands shoved in the packet excitedly☺️🥰 but froze at the sight that greeted him in the kitchen😐. Theo-😑🤦🏻‍♂️, Arthur-🤨🙄, MC-😱😳. "Oi klootzak, get away from Hondje🗣, this is kitchen, not a place to make love🙄, do that in your bedroom🤦🏻‍♂️😒!", Theo sighed, glaring at Arthur😠. "Hey, Theoooo, you have insufferable timing🤨, though a very good morning🌞😏!", Arthur grinned at his best friend😁💗. "Let go of me right now🙂!", you whispered to Arthur with a threatening tone⚠️ but he pretended not to hear you for the moment👀😏.

"What happened, Theo, why are you standing here in the middle of the kitchen🤔👀?", Vincent came inside with a bright smile on his face🥰😇. Brotherly Shriek "NOOOOO😱! BROER! NOTHING IS HERE🙅🏻‍♂️!", said Theo turning back to cover Vincent's pure eyes🙈 & hissing at Arthur to get away from you🗣😡. "Arthur🙂?", you said smiling at him with all the love in your eyes👀💗. "Yes, luv😏💗?", he smirked leaning closer to you🥰💗😍🤗. You stepped on his foot all the while smiling at him🙂 which finally made him let go of you & you can finally breathe😤😌. "Ouch😫!", he clutched his foot in pain. "Arthur, what happened😳? Theo, why are you covering my eyes🙈?", Vincent asked, extremely confused🤔. Theo grinned at Arthur😁 and gave a proud nod towards you😏👍🏻 and removed his hands covering his dear brother's eyes🥰💗. "Theo is joking with you😂🥰💗, good morning, Vincent💗", you said greeting him with a very warm and happy smile😇💗. "Hehehehe Theo😂, you are such an adorable brother🥰🤗💗, good morning, MC & Arthur😍😇!", Vincent replied with a soft chuckle😆. Cue-Theo blushing happily💗🥰. "Good morning🙂!", Arthur replied with a fake smile. "Hondje🐕, go fetch me pancakes🥞💗!", Theo said with a bossy tone😎.

"Breakfast Time💗!", you smiled happily as you brought the Dutch brothers' favourite pancakes🥞💗 and Arthur's favourite fudge in the dining hall and placed it on the table infront of the brothers🥰😇😋. The brothers' eyes were literally shining with happiness🥰💗. Theo pour the mayple syrup over pancakes🥞 or it's the other way around🤔😏 while Vincent began eating the pancakes💗🥞 without stopping to even breathe. He looked so adorable eating like a squirrel🐿💗 *chomp* *chomp* *chomp*. You were so glad to see the brothers enjoying the breakfast made by you so much💗🥰😋😍.

Arthur was silently groaning in pain sitting on the side chair🤐😓 and you wondered whether you stepped on his foot with more strength than intended😨😳. "Did I hit you too hard😥?", you whispered to Arthur, concern written all over your face. "Hmph😒😠!", Arthur turned away from you, a deep frown with a angry pout on his beautiful facial features as he tried to go outside the dining hall🏃🏻‍♂️. You suddenly felt guilty for hurting him☹. "Arthur, where are you going🤔😳?", Vincent asked looking at him. "I am not hungry, you both continue🙂!", he replied. "Oi klootzak, sit back down and eat before it gets cold😒🙄!", Theo said rolling his eyes. "Theo!", Vincent scolded him lightly🤨.

You went running towards him🏃🏻‍♀️ and embraced him from behind🤗💗 and said in a very soft tone, apologizing to him☹, "I am extremely sorry, Arthur, don't vent your anger by staying hungry, pleaseeee😥😓!". Cue-Theo and Vincent gaping at both of you😳😲, shock written over their faces seeing your open affection for him😳, their forks paused in the air🍴Yes! Completely alike, they are brothers, afterall😏👬. Vincent almost chokes but Theo quickly gave him a glass of water. Hondje, are you trying to kill my broer🗣?! Arthur's anger melt away at your soothing voice & comforting hug🤗💗😌. He turned around in your arms and smiles at you💗☺️, "You are really adorable dove, I can't even stay angry with you💗😌😂", he embraced you gently making you sigh with relief🤗😌, "Thank you🥰😍💗!", you hugged him back happily🤗.

"But, I will forgive you on one condition😏?", Arthur winks at you😉. "Now, what is it😳🤨🤨?", you asked him with raised eyebrows, suspicious of his smirk. "Feed me fudge😁😍!", Arthur grinned at her. Cue-sound of Theo slapping his forehead🤦🏻‍♂️ & Vincent blushing furiously at his words😳. "Are you really sure😅?", you smiled at him awkwardly looking back towards the brothers😅. "Absolutely, sweetheart💗😁😍!", he replied with a playful grin. "Spare me this physical display of affection🙄😑😠!", Theo sighed, glaring at him. "You are not going anywhere, my best friend💗😎🙅🏻‍♂️!", Arthur said wrapping his hand around his broad shoulder😏. "Who is your best friend, klootzak😠?", Theo glared at him. "You are my best friend, I know you even love me so much💗😍😏👬!", Arthur hugged him🤗. "Ugh, gross, get off me😑🙄😒!", Theo said angrily trying to push Arthur off his shoulders😠. Vincent chuckled happily looking at the conversation b/w them😂💗😍. Cue-Theo's heart dancing & overflowing with love for his brother😍💗🕺🏻 obviously platonic😂.

So you feed him the fudge while Arthur wore the most smug look on his face😏💗💯 while Theo crossed his arms around his chest & rolls his eyes🙄 whereas on the other hand, Vincent had a faint blush covering his cheeks🥰💗 while he wore his usual sweet and angelic smile as he watches you both happily😇💗 blessing you both internally🙌🏻. You were obviously flustered under their gazes😳🙈 and Arthur was enjoying the cute look on your face, 100%😏💗👍🏻. Curse you, sherlock writer🙄😒🤣🤣!

As all of them finished eating their breakfast and preparing to leave the dining hall when you came with this amazing idea💗💯😍. "Theo? Vincent?👀💛", you called the brothers. They both turned back at the same time to look at you🤔. Arthur looks at you curiously👀, already knowing by the look in your eyes that you are going to request something from the Dutch brothers💛👀🙏🏻. "So I wanted to tell you both that today is my holiday from work & luckily you both are also free today, so can you both spend this bright day with me😍💛🥰🙏🏻?", you looked at the brothers in anticipation giving the most adorably puppy look you could muster towards them🐶💛. Cue Arthur (offended gasp)- Hey luv, what about me😱?

The brothers turn to look at each other and back at you with happy smiles🥰💗. "Obviously, MC, we would love to spend our day with you😇🥰💯! Isn't it Theo☺️?", Vincent sweetly smiled at you while directing his gaze towards his younger brother👀💛. "Heh😏! If it's an request from our knabbeltje🐶, I have to fulfill her wish or else she will bite us🤣😏!", Theo smirked happily while giving you a head-pat. "I am not a puppy, Theo☹!", you pouted as he gave you head pat like he would give to his dear dog, King🐕. "Knock it off, Theo🙅🏻‍♂️🙍🏻‍♂️!", said Arthur as he removed Theo's hand from your head and wrapped his arm around your shoulder pulling you close to him🤗💗. "Broer, we should get ready for the day🥰!", Theo smiled happily at Vincent. "Yes, Theo! Let's go💗😇!", said Vincent excitedly dragging him outside. "Be a good hondje and meet us in half at hour at the foyer😏🐕💗!", said Theo flashing a smirk at you. You nodded with a happy grin towards him😁💗. You turned to him and he was pouting adorably as you squeezed his cheeks😂😍, "You should know that you are always going to be with me with no questions😏💗😍!", you smiled giddily at him and his pout disappeared and replaces with a soft smile at you as he kissed you gently making you blush😘💗🙈.

Arthur came towards you with a helpless look on his face🥺 when you were getting ready for the day😍💁🏻‍♀️💄. "What happened, Arthur🤔?", you asked him curiously. "Luv, please help me with this collar😩!", he said, groaning. "Why, suddenly👀? You always adjust your collar yourself, don't you😏?", you smirked at him. Arthur looks at you with the pleading gaze🙁 while you giggle happily😂💗🥰😍. Well, wrong move, as soon as you came within his reach😏, he wraps his arms around your waist with a killer smile as you adjusted his collar😍. It was hard not to stare at his jaw, neck and his chest while you were at it👀, he is so stunning💯💗😍, your heart couldn't stop pounding wildly in your chest💓 TOO DISTRACTING. "Luv, you are blushing😏💗😁!", Arthur grinned at you. "Obviously, I will, you are so perfect, damn it💯🙈💗😠!", you pouted at him flashing a fake glare at him to hide your reddening cheeks😕🙈. Arthur.exe.stopped.working🤯. He was taken aback by your sudden genuine and adorable revelation😲 and he chuckled happily while his laughter ring in your ears😂💗, he kissed your forehead and hide you in his arms💗🤗😘, "You can blush as much as you want near me😏!", Arthur said with a very playful tone. "Arthur, I can't breathe😨!", you said, your head spinning😵. Why MC, is it because of tight hug or his features, if you know what I mean *ehem* 😏? Arthur releases you from his embrace but doesn't let go of you as he stare at you with loving eyes😍💗. The pure & a very happy smile on his face✨😍💗🥰 towards melts you into the puddle😍💓.

When you both went to the foyer, the dutch brothers were already waiting for you⏳. "You are late, hondje🐕! Why😒?", asked Theo grumpily. You quickly flashed a glare 😠😒 at your boyfriend who was grinning besides you😎😁. "Thanks to him, we got 10 mins late🤦🏻‍♀️! Sorry🙇🏻‍♀️!", you said with a sweet & apologetic smile😅. "Don't worry MC, we are glad that you both are finally here😍💗! Let's go🕺🏻!", Vincent smiled at you happily and walks outside😍💗. Theo shoved his hands into his pockets as he walks along with his brother as you both followed them, holding hands💁🏻‍♀️💁🏻‍♂️🤝🏻💗. As soon as you both stepped outside, all of you caught the sight of two adorable bundle of happiness💗😍. King and Vic leapt on Theo and you respectively🐕 as you stumble back from the impact😨 and Theo fell down🤣. "King! Get off me, boy! Sit back down🗣!", Theo ordered King but the happy dog couldn't stop showering him with kisses🐕😘💗. Arthur was laughing hard seeing Theo at the mercy of his dear dog🤣. "Stupid mutt! I will get back at you😡!", Theo glared at Arthur. Even Vincent was laughing at his adorable brother😂 who was struggling with his pet😩 and flashed helpless look towards his elder brother🥺. "Broer, I am happy that you are laughing🥰 but pleaseeee help me😢!", Theo groaned😫. "Okay, okay, sorry Theo😂💗!", Vincent laughed as he helped Theo to get up🤝🏻 and patted King's head as the golden retriever wagged his tail happily🐕💗. Vic settled himself in your arms as you stroked his back smiling happily and kissing his head🥰😘. Cue-Arthur being jealous🙍🏻‍♂️.

He stood infront of you and poked his cheeks😏💗. You understood his intentions and you smirked at him😏 as you pushed his face away😂🤣 and ran together with Vic, laughing at his stunned expression😲. "MC, you are not getting away😏!", Arthur said as he followed you. Arthur caught you both in his embrace as you both were laughing while Vic looks at both of you happily with twinkle in his eyes👀✨ from under your arms🤗💗. "Stupid kids😒!", Theo grunted. "Theo🤨", Vincent raised his eyebrow at him. "Sorry🙇🏻‍♂️!", he straightens up. "That's my good boy😍🥰💗!", said Vincent returning to his usual sweet, angelic smile as he patted his head😇. "Bro...Broer...😱😲! Why..why are you patting my head like I am a dog...🐕😳?!", Theo asked, blushing furiously, his mind went blank, as he stared at Vincent, dumbfounded🤐😯. His elder brother only chuckled at his question and adorably flustered expression😂💗😍. Theo wouldn't admit but he loves getting pampered by his elder and dear brother😍💗💯✨. You all played with your favourite four-legged companions🐕💗. Cue-Theo smiling so softly while giving treats to the dogs☺️🤗. "Theo, you are smiling! Can you smile like that for me😏💗?", Arthur smirked as he stood beside him. Theo grabbed him from his collar and raised a fist towards to hit him, "I would gladly punch you👊🏻😠!", said Theo as he glared at his bestfriend. "Schei uit, Theo🤨! Be nice!", Vincent again saved Arthur from the clutches of Theo again💯😇✨ by squeezing his cheeks. "Uwaah...Bro..Broer...😯", Theo said, embarrassed😳. Arthur snickered😂🤭. You couldn't stop laughing at the funny scene infront of you🤣🤣 while they all turn to look towards you and smile happily themselves🥰❤.

You all would definitely go to the art gallery✨😍🖼. Your eyes would literally shine with excitement going through the amazing creations of the artists💗💯✨😍. Cue-Theo smiling proudly😏. Vincent would gladly join you and tell you his perceptions about the meaning behind every painting❤😇😍💯. "Heh😏! She looks so adorable😍❤🥰!", Arthur said happily as he looks at your happiness😍💗✨. "She is an intelligent hondje to recognize the true art🐕💯🖼!", Theo said proudly. "Obviously, she is perfect, afterall she is my luv💯✨😍💗!", Arthur said smirking at him😏. "Now, don't get too cocky, Arthur😒!", Theo sighed at him & let out a happily smile☺️.

As you all went outside, you wore a devilish smirk on your face😈 as you caught the sight of something very useful. This is going to be so much fun💯✨🤣🤣. "Theooo😍❤🥰~!", you said in a very sweet voice🎶. "You are freaking me out😳, Hondje, what's with the sudden change in your attitude🤨🤔?", Theo asked, glaring at you, his tone extremely suspicious👀. You turned to look at him😍 and he let out a horror scream😱, "BROER😱!". Cue-Vincent and Arthur: R.I.P ears🙉. "HONDJE! WHAT THE HELL😱! DON'T BRING THAT THING CLOSE TO ME! KEEP THAT AWAY😱!", Theo shrieked as you stepped closer towards him😈. You held a very beautiful and adorable white cat right infront of his face😏😻. "Promise me you would stop treating me like a dog😏🐕!", you grinned mischievously as you brought the cat more closer towards him😻. "THAT'S NEVER HAPPENING😱! BROER🗣!", Theo nearly burst into tears😢 as he ran away from you as you gave him a long chase🏃🏻‍♂️😻👈🏻🏃🏻‍♀️. Cue-Arthur wheezing hard🤣💯 and Vincent shaking his head, facepalming🤦🏻‍♂️ and letting out a worried smile😅.

"I will never forgive you, Hondje😡!", Theo said glaring at you, extremely infuriated. "I am extremely sorry I took it too far🙇🏻‍♀️, I was merely teasing you🤷🏻‍♀️, pleaseee💗! I will make you load of pancakes🥞 and help you in your work tomorrow😍💯💗🥺!", you pleaded him trying to seek forgiveness of your friend💗. "Theo, she didn't mean it in a bad way🤷🏻‍♂️, please forgive her☺️!", said Vincent trying to convince his brother with a very soft smile💗🤗. Theo sighed hearing his brother's words and nodded "Fine😌!". "Thank you Theo💛☺️!", you smiled extremely relieved. "Honestly Theo, you are such a baby🤣🤣!", Arthur was laughing remembering that comical chase. "Shut up! I will wipe that stupid smile off your face right now😡👊🏻!", Theo said angrily grabbing his collar again. "Theo, calm down🤨!" "Yes, broer🙇🏻‍♂️!".

As you all were walking on the road of Paris, you spotted a small girl crying👧🏻😭. "What happened dear? Why are you crying😥?", you went over to him and get down to match her height as the three men came behind you, their faces showing extreme concern for the little girl🤔😥. "I am lost😭!", the girl wailed as you wrapped her in your embrace🤗💗. "Little girl👧🏻, you are with me, you will found your mommy very soon💯💗😍! Happy😏🕵🏻‍♂️?", Arthur said with a very gentle smile trying to cheer the girl up by wiping her tears🥰🤗. "Yes, this extremely stupid man is good in these cases😏!", Theo commented. You tried to stifle your laughter hearing his words🤭. "Theo, you are a devil👿, was that an compliment or an insult🤨😒?", Arthur asked, frowning at him😩. "Stop, you will make me blush🥰, the choice is yours for the question😎💯😏", Theo replied with a smirk which made the little girl laugh🤣 making everyone relaxed🥰💗. "Now, sweet little girl👧🏻, tell me everything🕵🏻‍♂️!", Arthur asked her about the details. Taking all clues into consideration, he found her mother in no time🕵🏻‍♂️💯😎. The little girl was so happy after finding her mother😍👩‍👧, she threw her arms around him and kissed on his cheek😘🤗💗. "Thank you so much, Mr.Detective🕵🏻‍♂️💯!", the girl said with a cheerful voice😍. You melted at the sight of Arthur's face wearing a very gentle smile and his eyes moist🥺 & shining with happiness✨💗. Theo and Vincent smiled happily standing besides each other seeing the little girl reunite with her mother👩‍👧, they nodded at each other happily😍👬.

You all went to the park to eat the delicious lunch made by Sebastian💗😍🥰. "Delicious😋💗💯✨!", you exclaimed happily while eating the food. Theo, Vincent and Arthur nodded👍🏻, enjoying themselves in the garden filled with various colourful flowers including sunflowers🌻🌹🌸🌷. Arthur lay down on your lap while you comb through his hair using your fingers, smiling gently at him🥰😍💗 while he let out an extremely satisfied sigh with his eyes closed😍💗. On the other hand, Theo was already sleeping on Vincent's lap😴 while he draws happily on his sketchbook with a soft smile on his face🎨🖼👨‍🎨💗😍. Even Arthur fell asleep when you were caressing his hair with utmost love😴💗. "They both looks so adorable, don't they Vincent😍💗🤭?", you asked murmuring happily. "Yes, I love them💗! I feel so blessed😇!", said Vincent happily. "So do I💯😇", you nodded happily. When they both woke up, it was near sunset and curiosity got the better of Theo as he noticed Vincent's sketchbook🤔👀. "Broer, what did you draw today🥰😍💗? Please show me👀!", Theo requested him🙇🏻‍♂️. His eyes went wide as he stared at his brother's art of him sleeping on the sofa during morning and him playing with King😱😲, he exclaimed happily, "MAGNIFICENT💯✨💗! I love you, broer💗!", he couldn't stop himself from crying😭 and hugged Vincent tightly making him stumble back a little🤗💗. "Waaah! Theo! Hehehe! I love you too💗😆🥰🤗😇!", Vincent giggled as he rubbed his back gently as his younger brother cried😭😭. You and Arthur looked at each other👫🏻 and smiled at them happily🥰. "You looked adorable while crying😏!", Arthur said giggling. "I was not crying😒! I will kill you😡!", Theo replied glaring at him. "Aww, but I know you adore me so much to kill me~🎶💗😏!", Arthur laughed happily🤣. You and Vincent giggled happily😂😂💗💗.

You all would go to various shops with Vincent and Theo purchasing all the art materials🖼🎨👨🏻‍🎨💗🥰 while you would have to dragged pouting Arthur☹ away from purchasing too expensive items❌🙅🏻‍♀️. "Arthur, noooo!" "Dove, pleaseee💗🥺" "Noooo🙅🏻‍♀️". Vincent shook his head, smiling gently🥰💛 while Theo grins like a sadist seeing Arthur's misery😏😂👍🏻. Theo: Noo👁👄👁! Finally you settled on a very beautiful floral dress 🥀 as a gift from Arthur for always working hard, taking care of everyone💯😍 and for just simply loving him💗😍😘 👗. He was smiling like he won everything in the world after you accepted his gift😍💗🥰💛😘🤗. Even you gifted him a ink pen, which made him extremely happy💗😍🕺🏻🤗💛💯.

You all went to the cafe to enjoy drinks🍻💗🎉🎊 & chat over random topics😂😏😒🥰 when Theo and Arthur drank too much🥃. "I loveeeee MC so much💗🥰~!! She is so adorableeee~😍😘🤗🎶! Ah, my heart can't stay calm💓! She brings happiness to this old chap's life🥺❣🌞✨!", Arthur said slurring on his words. "I loveeee my brother so much💗😍! He is toooo kind🥰, he is an angel😇, he is such an talented artist👨🏻‍🎨🎨🖼! He is the best!", said Theo, his cheeks flushed. "MC is best💯💗!" "Broer is best💯💗!" "MC🙋🏻‍♀️!" "Broer🙋🏻‍♂️!" "Stop it, you two🤣🤣!", you said laughing trying to hide your embarrassment hearing Arthur's feelings for yourself🥺😍💗🥰🙈. Even Vincent couldn't stop blushing furiously hearing Theo's words of appreciation for him😍😳🙈💗🥰. "You both are so adorable🤣🤣💗💗!", Vincent chuckled at both of them happily. Arthur and Theo hugged you and Vincent🤗💗 respectively while you both were dragging them outside on their feet infront of so many people🤣👥🤣. "Are you okay there, MC😯? Shall I help you with Arthur🤔?", Vincent asked helping Theo to walk with extreme ease strong angel😇💪🏻😎💯. "I am but he is 💯 times more clingy right now as compared to when he is sober though he is so cuteee🥰🤗🤣💗😍!", you said while giggling and poking his cheek😍😘🤣 while his arm was wrapped around your shoulder as he staggered😌 but you held him properly💗💯😍. "Hehehe, MC, I love youuuu~🎶💗😂🥰!", said Arthur happily. "I lovee you too🎶💗~!", you replied him with the same smile as his as you and Vincent carried the boys back to the mansion🥰💗. You and Vincent🥰 said your goodnight to each other🥰💗 as he carried sleeping Theo over his shoulder back towards him room😴.

You helped Arthur to get into the bed while he was still singing praises about you in his dreamlike state, "You are so precious to me, MC💗👸🏻😍", Arthur said with a very happy smile💗💯🎶😍. You smiled giddily as you put the covers over him while he pulled you in the bed😱 and wraps his arms around you gently, your head on his strong chest💗🎶💯, you stayed there❣, in his comforting warmth🥰💗, listening to his heartbeat💓💯🎶😍, when he whispers in a sleepy tone, "Sleep well my dear, luv..zzzz...😍💗😴!", Arthur said with a sleepy and gentle tone as he fell deep asleep😴💗. "Hehehe🤭💗, you too, dear Arthur😍💗😘🥰!", you kissed him on his cheek😘 as you drifted off to sleep as well💗😴.

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