#charlie x linda

[thaoworra]

The Science Fiction and Fantasy Poetry Association recently released the poems that made it to the finalist stage for consideration for the 2024 Rhysling Awards for Short and Long Speculative Poems of the year. Congratulations to all of the nominees! This will be the 46th year these awards have been conferred!

Short Poems (50 finalists)

Attn: Prime Real Estate Opportunity!, Emily Ruth Verona, Under Her Eye: A Women in Horror Poetry Collection Volume II

The Beauty of Monsters, Angela Liu, Small Wonders 1

The Blight of Kezia, Patricia Gomes, HWA Poetry Showcase X

The Day We All Died, A Little, Lisa Timpf, Radon 5

Deadweight, Jack Cooper, Propel 7

Dear Mars, Susan L. Lin, The Sprawl Mag 1.2

Dispatches from the Dragon's Den, Mary Soon Lee, Star*Line 46.2

Dr. Jekyll, West Ambrose, Thin Veil Press December

First Eclipse: Chang-O and the Jade Hare, Emily Jiang, Uncanny 53

Five of Cups Considers Forgiveness, Ali Trotta, The Deadlands 31

Gods of the Garden, Steven Withrow, Spectral Realms 19

The Goth Girls' Gun Gang, Marisca Pichette, The Dread Machine 3.2

Guiding Star, Tim Jones, Remains to be Told: Dark Tales of Aotearoa, ed. Lee Murray (Clan Destine Press)

Hallucinations Gifted to Me by Heatstroke, Morgan L. Ventura, Banshee 15

hemiplegic migraine as willing human sacrifice, Ennis Rook Bashe, Eternal Haunted Summer Winter Solstice

Hi! I am your Cortical Update!, Mahaila Smith, Star*Line 46.3

How to Make the Animal Perfect?, Linda D. Addison, Weird Tales 100

I Dreamt They Cast a Trans Girl to Give Birth to the Demon, Jennessa Hester, HAD October

Invasive, Marcie Lynn Tentchoff, Polar Starlight 9

kan-da-ka, Nadaa Hussein, Apparition Lit 23

Language as a Form of Breath, Angel Leal, Apparition Lit October

The Lantern of September, Scott Couturier, Spectral Realms 19

Let Us Dream, Myna Chang, Small Wonders 3

The Magician's Foundling, Angel Leal, Heartlines Spec 2

The Man with the Stone Flute, Joshua St. Claire, Abyss & Apex 87

Mass-Market Affair, Casey Aimer, Star*Line 46.4

Mom's Surprise, Francis W. Alexander, Tales from the Moonlit Path June

A Murder of Crows, Alicia Hilton, Ice Queen 11

No One Now Remembers, Geoffrey Landis, Fantasy and Science Fiction Nov./Dec.

orion conquers the sky, Maria Zoccula, On Spec 33.2

Pines in the Wind, Karen Greenbaum-Maya, The Beautiful Leaves (Bamboo Dart Press)

The Poet Responds to an Invitation from the AI on the Moon, T.D. Walker, Radon Journal 5

A Prayer for the Surviving, Marisca Pichette, Haven Speculative 9

Pre-Nuptial, F. J. Bergmann, The Vampiricon (Mind's Eye Publications)

The Problem of Pain, Anna Cates, Eye on the Telescope 49

The Return of the Sauceress, F. J. Bergmann, The Flying Saucer Poetry Review February

Sea Change, David C. Kopaska-Merkel and Ann K. Schwader, Scifaikuest May

Seed of Power, Linda D. Addison, The Book of Witches ed. Jonathan Strahan (Harper Collins)

Sleeping Beauties, Carina Bissett, HWA Poetry Showcase X

Solar Punks, J. D. Harlock, The Dread Machine 3.1

Song of the Last Hour, Samuel A. Betiku, The Deadlands 22

Sphinx, Mary Soon Lee, Asimov's September/October

Storm Watchers (a drabbun), Terrie Leigh Relf, Space & Time

Sunflower Astronaut, Charlie Espinosa, Strange Horizons July

Three Hearts as One, G. O. Clark, Asimov's May/June

Troy, Carolyn Clink, Polar Starlight 12

Twenty-Fifth Wedding Anniversary, John Grey, Medusa's Kitchen September

Under World, Jacqueline West, Carmina Magazine September

Walking in the Starry World, John Philip Johnson, Orion's Belt May

Whispers in Ink, Angela Yuriko Smith, Whispers from Beyond (Crystal Lake Publishing)

Long Poems (25 finalists)

Archivist of a Lost World, Gerri Leen, Eccentric Orbits 4

As the witch burns, Marisca Pichette, Fantasy 87

Brigid the Poet, Adele Gardner, Eternal Haunted Summer Summer Solstice

Coding a Demi-griot (An Olivian Measure), Armoni “Monihymn” Boone, Fiyah 26

Cradling Fish, Laura Ma, Strange Horizons May

Dream Visions, Melissa Ridley Elmes, Eccentric Orbits 4

Eight Dwarfs on Planet X, Avra Margariti, Radon Journal 3

The Giants of Kandahar, Anna Cates, Abyss & Apex 88

How to Haunt a Northern Lake, Lora Gray, Uncanny 55

Impostor Syndrome, Robert Borski, Dreams and Nightmares 124

The Incessant Rain, Rhiannon Owens, Evermore 3

Interrogation About A Monster During Sleep Paralysis, Angela Liu, Strange Horizons November

Little Brown Changeling, Lauren Scharhag, Aphelion 283

A Mere Million Miles from Earth, John C. Mannone, Altered Reality April

Pilot, Akua Lezli Hope, Black Joy Unbound eds. Stephanie Andrea Allen & Lauren Cherelle (BLF Press)

Protocol, Jamie Simpher, Small Wonders 5

Sleep Dragon, Herb Kauderer, The Book of Sleep (Written Image Press)

Slow Dreaming, Herb Kauderer, The Book of Sleep (Written Image Press)

St. Sebastian Goes To Confession, West Ambrose, Mouthfeel 1

Value Measure, Joseph Halden and Rhonda Parrish, Dreams and Nightmares 125

A Weather of My Own Making, Nnadi Samuel, Silver Blade 56

Welcoming the New Girl, Beth Cato, Penumbric October

What You Find at the Center, Elizabeth R McClellan, Haven Spec Magazine 12

The Witch Makes Her To-Do List, Theodora Goss, Uncanny 50

The Year It Changed, David C. Kopaska-Merkel, Star*Line 46.4

Voting for the Rhysling Award begins July 1; a link to the ballot will be sent with the Rhysling Anthology, as well as with the July issue of Star*Line. More information on the Rhysling Award can be found here.

[zablife]

Seamstress, Secretary, Sex-worker, Spy

John x female reader

Summary: You've been seen with John numerous times and now the Shelby family is getting suspicious. Who are you and what's your true relationship to John?

Author’s Note: This was requested by a lovely anon. Tysm for the idea! I hope you don't mind that I wrote them as headcanons. I haven't had much time for full fics recently.

Warnings: language, mention of smut

🌹The first time someone sees you with John you're collecting the laundry, a large basket at your hip piled high with all his unwashed shirts. "Have we got a new washerwoman in town, Charlie?" Curly asks, scratching his head as he sees you passing on the street.

"Don't look like any washerwoman I ever saw," Charlie says ogling you.

💌The second time, you're in the betting shop, nibbling on the end of a pencil as you think of a clever note to leave on John’s desk. Linda rolls her eyes as she complains, "Perfect, they've sent me another useless idiot who can't do simple maths." When you disappear, she assumes you quit. "Thanks be to Jesus for that," she mutters under her breath.

❤️ The third time your presence is much harder to miss, a sharp cry of pleasure erupting from the snug in the Garrison. "Has John got a whore in there?" Isaiah asked, turning to Finn with a wicked smirk. Their suspicions seemed to be confirmed when you left minutes later, money in hand and a smoldering kiss to send you on your way.

🌹 The mystery of your presence remains in the following days and soon Tommy becomes suspicious as well. “I knew he was spending too much time in Solomons’ territory,” he grumbles, pacing the floor of his office. “What if that dodgy fucker sent her here?"

"A spy?" Polly chuckles as she leans back in her chair.

"Why not use a pretty girl to turn his head?," Tommy reasoned with a huff of frustration. When she rolled her eyes in return he shouted, "Everyone knows John thinks with his cock!"

💌 The family meeting begins without John who appears twenty minutes late, stuffing his shirt into the back of his trousers. Running to the meeting from your arms is difficult enough, but now the entire family is boring holes into him, expecting an explanation. When they begin telling him of their suspicions, his mouth drops open.

"You being serious, Tom?" he asks. "All of you?" he looks around the room aghast. Slowly everyone nods. "Bloody hell..." his voice drops as removes his cap and drops into a chair crestfallen.

❤️ Polly begins to look worried, leaning forward at the table to ask, "John, if this girl is going to be trouble, we need to know."

"Always thinking the worst, ain't ya?" he answers bitterly. Then he shakes his head with a little laugh, which angers Arthur first.

"You fucking laughing at us? Finn and Isaiah saw you pay the little tart! What's that about, eh?" he grumbles, anger contorting his face.

"What the fuck did you call her?" John seethes, lunging for his brother. A scuffle breaks out between them which Tommy and Uncle Charlie have to stop before either of them can land a punch.

🌹 John straightens his clothes as he begins, "Yeah, she's my girl. But she ain't a whore and she ain't a spy for Alfie fucking Solomons either alright? Moved to Saltley two years ago with her mum. I had it checked out....'M not as stupid as everyone thinks." He sniffs and takes a look around the room to see disbelief still hanging in the air. "Why is that so hard for you to believe?"

Polly places a hand on his arm, "We're listening, go on."

💌John's eyes soften as he speaks of you. "She takes care of me, does the laundry and shopping, leaves me kind notes..." Eyes glazing slightly at the memory he turns to Arthur adding, "Sucks me dry, I swear to God. Yesterday I thought--"

"We believe you," Polly interjects with a firm nod. Turning to her other nephew she states, "Tommy, I think this item of business is closed."

❤️ You're invited to the next family dinner as a way to placate John, but also for the others to get to know you. When they do, they adore you instantly and John is rightfully vindicated. "Shouldn't have doubted me," John reminds them.

"I know. I was wrong to say you were only thinking with your cock," Tommy apologizes.

"No, I was thinking with me cock, but for once it was the right decision," John admits with a wink.

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[amethvysts]

AS CANÇÕES QUE VOCÊ FEZ PRA MIM — LSDLN CAST.

𖥻 sumário: só alguns pensamentos sobre os meninos e suas playlists. 𖥻 par: matí!br x leitora; simón!br x leitora; enzo!br x leitora; kuku!br x leitora. 𖥻 avisos: um formato novo. sugestivo. menção a sexo.

💭 nota da autora: EU TAVA TÃO ANIMADA PRA SOLTAR ESSES, vocês não têm noção!!! do lado do nome dos meninos, tem o link da playlist de cada um. nelas, coloquei músicas que me lembram eles/o relacionamento que escrevo aqui. alguns estão maiores do que os outros, mas é a vida. espero que gostem! <3

MATÍAS — até o sol raiar.

TAMBORIM, MARINA SENA. 

Tô querendo, você sabe, não me trata assim Atrevido, pirracento, tá querendo o quê? Se eu chegar, cê toma jeito, isso não vai ter fim Que perigo, tô dentro.

Que o Matías tem um jeitinho marrento (e quase insuportável), todo mundo sabe. O que passaram a descobrir é que ele se desmonta inteirinho quando tá perto de você; o tom da voz fica manso e o corpo menos rígido. Sua palavra é lei, mesmo quando ele não faz nada mais do que te perturbar – é como ele demonstra carinho, oras. A importunação vem de um lugar de carinho e você sabe disso, mas também não consegue deixar barato. Da mesma maneira em que ele vem, querendo arranjar problema pra cima de você, Matí também volta com um bico e todo mansinho, procurando o seu perdão depois de ter ido longe demais. 

Mesmo com a pose de brigão, precisa dos seus carinhos pra funcionar. É manhosinho, gosta de um dengo contigo, principalmente depois de fazer fumaça. Quando a mente inebriada parece levar ele pra longe, é o seu toque que deixa ele pertinho da realidade de novo, e ele adora. Te pede (implora) pelos seus beijos quando tá chapado, e quando não tá, também – mas aí ele já fica todo reclamão. 

"Não acredito que eu tenho que ficar mendigando um beijo pra minha namorada," ele murmura enquanto encosta o nariz no seu pescoço, se esfregando como um gatinho em você. O afago te amolece, mas a pirraça te faz revirar os olhos. "Só um, linda. Uma bitoquinha, um selinho, um estalinho, vai?"

PROIBIDA PRA MIM (GRAZON), CHARLIE BROWN JR.

Eu me flagrei pensando em você Em tudo que eu queria te dizer Numa noite especialmente boa Não há nada mais que a gente possa fazer.

Música do início de namoro, absolutamente. Como eu já disse nos headcanons do Matí paulista, tenho pra mim que ele passou alguns bons anos só ficando por aí. Nunca pensou em iniciar qualquer tipo de comprometimento ligeiramente sério porque não achava que tinha capacidade de sustentar – nem tanto por achar que não conseguiria ficar com uma pessoa só, mas porque não achava que tinha perfil de namorado. Era muito influenciado pelos relacionamentos dos amigos, e não se enxergava em nada parecido. Até que se tornou seu amigo e descobriu que, na verdade, um relacionamento poderia ser menos complicado do que imaginava e que um namoro não precisava ser uma realidade tão distante assim…

O que me leva a imaginar que o Matías, na verdade, é bem consciente dos próprios sentimentos e, mesmo que tenha jeito de moleque, sempre procura conversar sobre o que tá sentindo – da maneira excêntrica dele, claro. Por isso que, assim que ele percebeu que estava gostando de você mais do que como uma amiga, ele não levou muito tempo pra te contar. Penso até que, talvez, ele tenha imaginado os mais diversos cenários pra se confessar, mas nenhum deles pareceu tão bom quanto a noite que vocês estavam bebendo e rindo juntos, depois de um rolê pela cidade. Você tava tão linda debaixo da iluminação da rua, sentadinha ali com ele no meio-fio na frente da sua casa que ele não se aguenta. 

"Você é a garota mais linda que eu já vi na minha vida," Matías diz, com um sorriso tranquilo no rosto. Os olhinhos caídos dele acompanham todos os seus movimentos, te observando ficar sem-graça depois de escutar o elogio tão repentino. "Já pensou em ser minha namorada? Não que eu fosse tão sortudo, mas eu penso nisso todo dia". 

SIMÓN — a paixão me pegou.

GRADES DO CORAÇÃO, GRUPO REVELAÇÃO.

Fiz uma canção pra nunca esquecer O momento em que eu conheci você Era uma linda noite de verão Você despertou minha emoção.

Quero fazer uma construção de história aqui, bests, então me acompanhem nessa jornada. Só consigo imaginar o Simón!carioca com uma lobinha, daquelas que é quase uma gatinha de tão tímida e introspectiva (é mais saboroso desse jeito porque eu amo essa trope). Então, eu imagino vocês dois se conhecendo em uma festa de amigos em comum, numa casa de praia durante as férias da faculdade. É claro que ele já reparou em você, desde o dia em que você veio com uma blusinha decotada linda e desfilou pelos corredores da universidade, nem prestando muita atenção na sua volta – parecia feliz demais, e por isso, se destacava. Ele ficou encantado, de verdade, e a partir desse momento, sempre gostou de te acompanhar pelo campus, mesmo que nunca tenha feito nada pra se aproximar; vocês são tão diferentes que Simón até duvida que você se sinta minimamente atraída por ele (pela primeira vez na vida). 

Daí, ele te seguiu no Instagram – porque ele segue todo mundo da faculdade, você concluiu.

Te adicionou no close friends – nada especial, até porque todos os seus amigos estão, também.

Curte os seus raros stories – mas os seus poucos seguidores também o fazem.

Mandou mensagem elogiando uma… duas… três selfies que você postou um dia desses – ele tá só sendo legal, né? 

Essas interações esporádicas não significam muito pra você, afinal, o Simón é um dos caras mais populares da faculdade por um motivo. Até que vocês se encontram nessa bendita festa, e aí não tem mais porque ele não tentar se aproximar de você. Vai, sim, arranjar um motivo ridículo pra esbarrar em você, e sai pedindo desculpas que nem um tonto, o que te faz rir. Ponto pra ele. E aí o charme começa a fluir, e ele acaba conseguindo tirar mais do que duas palavras e uns risos sem graça de você; quando menos espera, vocês estão tendo um papo super cabeça sobre interesses em comum, e até sobre coisas que nenhum dos dois gosta. Acaba que a festa vai acontecendo e vocês dois ficam ali, encostados em uma parede e conversando, muito ocupados no mundinho próprio que estão construindo. E quem dita o resto da noite é você, porque o Simón tá te olhando como se você fosse a pessoa mais encantadora que ele já teve o prazer de observar.

"Queria tanto te dar um beijo," ele confessa, a cabeça encostando na parede enquanto a atenção, ardente, se divide entre os teus olhos e boca. "Você deixa, princesa?" 

CAMISA 10, TURMA DO PAGODE.

Não sei mentir, meus olhos dizem mais que minha boca Eu vejo que não tem saída, esse teu jeito meio louca Me faz feliz, amor que vai durar pra toda vida.

"Que Taylor Swift o que, garota," ele estala a língua no céu da boca, afastando o celular das suas mãos. Ágeis, os dedos escrevem alguma coisa que você não consegue ver no teclado e, logo, o som do pagode ecoa, "Pra postar foto comigo tem que ser essa aqui". 

É a música que ele te dedica toda vez que vocês saem pra algum lugar, principalmente se tiver um grupo de pagode cantando ao vivo. E ele faz questão de anotar no guardanapo: "Camisa 10 - Turma do Pagode. Dedicar pra minha namorada, mulher da minha vida" antes de entregar pro cantor. O Simón só faz isso porque sabe que, assim que anunciarem e o restaurante todo tiver te encarando, você vai morrer de vergonha e se encolher nos braços dele. Essa ele canta a plenos pulmões, te abraçando antes de segurar o seu rostinho pra cantar o refrão. "Se isso acontecer, fico com você," ele para de cantar pra te dar um selinho, "Fico com você". 

ENZO — coração selvagem.

DIVINA COMÉDIA HUMANA, BELCHIOR.

Deixando a profundidade de lado Eu quero é ficar colado à pele dela noite e dia Fazendo tudo e de novo dizendo sim à paixão, morando na filosofia.

Essa é tão ele que me dói.  Não existe nada no mundo que o Enzo goste mais do que ficar junto de você. O que me leva a crer que ele tem uma obsessão em ficar coladinho, pele na pele, quando pode. Deixa de ser uma coisa sexual e se torna uma necessidade, praticamente. Dormir agarradinho e sem roupa é o jeito favorito dele de dormir contigo, com a cabeça apoiada no seu ombro e a mão fazendo um carinho gentil na sua barriga. Ele é absolutamente apaixonado pelo seu corpo, as curvas, dobrinhas, planícies… tudo o encanta e entorpece. Tem um jeitinho especial de te fazer sentir sempre a mulher mais bonita do mundo, seja com palavras ou com um afago que te faz ficar molinha nos braços dele. E apesar da gente brincar, eu acredito que ele faz isso porque é genuinamente apaixonado por você, e o jeito que os olhinhos dele brilham sempre que ele se abaixa, procurando morada entre as tuas pernas, te dizem exatamente isso. 

TRILHA DO AMOR, ARLINDO CRUZ & CAETANO VELOSO.

Eu vou seguindo a trilha do amor E aonde você quiser vou estar Sem você não dá pra ficar Sem você não dá.

Permitido divagar um pouquinho sobre o Enzo baiano? Não que eu saiba muito (portanto, aceito colaborações sobre o tópico!), mas enquanto eu pensava na playlist que fiz, percebi que essa aqui tava faltando. Pra mim, é tão Enzo-coded, e não consigo parar de imaginar ele te levando em um tour cultural pelo centro histórico de Salvador. Ele fala sobre tudo com tanto amor e carinho que, mesmo que você conheça o lugar como a palma da sua mão, não tem como não se encantar pelo jeitinho que ele tá se esforçando em te apresentar a todos os lugares favoritos dele. Ele com certeza vai te pedir pra posar quando vocês estivessem no Pelourinho, tirando as fotos mais lindas possíveis de você na frente das construções históricas. Tudo isso com um sorriso gigantesco no rosto, principalmente quando ele vai pro teu lado pra te mostrar o resultado na câmera digital que ele estava carregando. "Essa aqui ficou linda, olha, amor". 

Certeza que vai parar algum turista desavisado pra pedir pra tirar uma foto de vocês dois. 

ESTEBAN — o que eu sempre quis.

AMOR DE ÍNDIO, MILTON NASCIMENTO. 

No inverno te proteger No verão sair pra pescar No outono te conhecer Primavera poder gostar. 

Pra mim, um relacionamento com o Kuku é a coisa mais delicada do mundo, e não consigo imaginar que o amor persiste, mesmo com o passar das estações. Ele é a pessoa mais compreensiva e dedicada, e faz questão de te mostrar isso todos os dias. Antes de sair pro trabalho, deixa uma marmita pronta pra você na geladeira com um bilhetinho todos os dias, gosta de passar na sua faculdade ou no seu trabalho e te buscar pra vocês voltarem pra casa juntos, e se você ligar pra ele dizendo que precisa de ajuda com qualquer coisa, o Esteban estará do seu lado em questão de minutos. 

Distraída, você já estava se ocupando com outra coisa, esquecida da ligação que fez pro seu namorado um tempinho antes, e se surpreende ao vê-lo andando em sua direção.

"O que você tá fazendo aqui?" você pergunta, com as sobrancelhas franzidas.

"Você ligou," ele explica, como se fosse a resposta mais óbvia. Os cabelos arrepiados parecendo ainda mais bagunçados, "No que eu posso te ajudar?"

BEIJA EU, MARISA MONTE.

Seja eu, seja eu Deixa que eu seja eu E aceita o que seja seu Então deita e aceita eu.

Seguindo a mesma linha, amar o Kuku é muito simples. É íntimo, bonito, caloroso e especial. O que não quer dizer que seja entediante, porque a vida com ele tá bem longe disso; vocês viajam, saem e se divertem, mas sempre nos termos de vocês. A cumplicidade de vocês atinge um nível que só de ficar no sofá de preguiça na companhia um do outro é maravilhoso. Como aquelas manhãs preguiçosas de domingo, onde você acorda bem no meio dos braços dele, despertada por beijinhos carinhosos que vão desde sua bochecha até seu colo. E então, te levam ao mais puro êxtase quando vocês fazem amor bem devagar, deitadinhos ali entre as cobertas quentes da cama de vocês. 

Estar apaixonada pelo Esteban é colocar mais uma escova de dente no porta-escovas do banheiro do apartamento dele, mais uma caneca do lado daquela que ele usa todos os dias, arranjar um espacinho no armário pequeno do quarto. Doméstico, mas irresistível. É a simplicidade de sair de casa com um beijinho na testa e um eu te amo, e voltar pra casa e ser recebida com duas mãos gigantes puxando seu rosto pra um beijo cheio de saudade. 

[names-for-alters]

Hello one and all, alters and headmates! I am Charlie! I like to make lists! I also hoard names! Are you looking for a name? GREAT! You can send an ask and request a specific aesthetic or origin of name, or you can look at my list!

With that said…

…Cracks knuckles…

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blackberry

Tatin

Bud

Raphael

Pebble

Mina

Linda

Oolong

Daeo/Dayo/Dao

Inco

Ketlyn

Risa

Ines

Lora

Flock

Lux

Rix

Reah

Destinty

Bet

Ange

Krixa

Lalien

Gloom

Bug

Rozy

Mars

Screech

Jenny

Robert

Patrick

Pierre Rosemary

Henderson

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cabaran

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Gavril

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Malachite

Leonard

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American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 36: Take Charge

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/739551758747090944/american-woman-thomas-shelby-x-american-oc?source=share

“Thank God, you’re staying!”

If I hear those words any longer they will become my motto. The day after Thomas visited me I got calls from everyone asking if I was still in England. Before I know it things are going smoothly as if nothing’s changed. The only reminder of Grace’s absence is when I’ll spot Thomas alone in his office, staring outside the window. I’ll prepare a small tea tray and quietly slip it on his desk before he notices. A small gesture but he’s always quick to thank me when he sees me next.

Today’s bustle seems like any other except there’s a caravan of wagons approaching. I look out the front window to see the Shelby men hopping out and gathering near the barn. Is there something I should be concerned about?

I walk up to the men as one approaches a wild horse. Cautious and quiet. They appear to be in good spirits so that takes away some worry. Thomas isn’t out yet. Finn’s busy talking with Uncle Charlie. Maybe Arthur can tell me what’s going on.

“... Need to lay low once the baby comes.”

His conversation with John makes me gasp. “Linda’s pregnant?”

Arthur turns around with a big grin on his face. “Yes!”

I’m shocked, but in a good way. “Jesus. Between you and John we’ll have kids running everywhere. Congratulations!”

“Thank you. We’re expecting around September. ‘M gonna be a dad! Me, a fucking dad!”

I clap my hands together and praise the sky. “A thousand blessings on you both!”

We all share the same thought. A new baby is what we need now to help chase away the sadness that’s plagued us. And I know Arthur is going to be a wonderful father. 

Footsteps approach and Thomas joins the party. This is strange. He’s carrying a satchel. As if he’s going camping.

“Where are you lot going?” I ask him.

“To the woods, for some hunting.”

I stifle a laugh. “Hunting? You’re joking.”

“I’m not joking,” Thomas replies and I follow him inside the barn.

“I didn’t think you’d be willing to get your hands dirty with something like that.”

Thomas leads his black steed out of the stall. “Kill a deer, kill a man. Same thing.” He pauses for a minute. “Ever heard of the Mickey Free? ‘S a bar in Boston.”

This question is out of the blue. “No. Why?”

Thomas looks to see we’re alone and leans in. “Don’t tell the others yet, but our dad just died there.”

Arthur Shelby Senior. Dead. In whatever manner of way he died I can’t gather too much sympathy for this news. He, like many others must, assumed I was playing into the Shelby charm of lust. How am I supposed to feel sorry for that? Thank God Thomas cast him out and defended my integrity.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” I finally respond.

“No need, I know you didn’t like him,” Thomas waves it off. “This hunt is to remember him, and forget him. Now you, Verena, are going back to Watery Lane before Ada accuses me of keeping you captive.”

Now it’s my turn to wave off his concern. “Oh it’s no trouble. It’s been a tad isolating but the country is a nice change from the city.”

From looking at the side of his face I see that Thomas agrees; but there’s something else he’s thinking of when I say that. Maybe he thinks he’ll never be able to truly relax while he's away from Birmingham. He mounts the steed and joins the parade of horses trotting into the woods. I give them all a wave goodbye just as they disappear behind the trees. A small men’s holiday might be just what they need.

Same filthy streets, same stuffy air. The car sent to pick me up drops me off outside the Shelby household. The driver says nothing, only helping to carry my suitcase to the door. Without the Shelbys here it feels less exciting. More empty. Once inside an unnatural silence drapes the atmosphere, that is until I hear heels clicking down the hall.

“Verena?” Polly sticks her head around the corner. “Tommy finally let you out of that place.”

I start to tell her I was there on my own free will but something about her seems off. She looks nervous. And tired. As if she’s been thinking too much. I’ve been so busy keeping watch over Thomas’ mourning that I didn’t think about reaching out to others. 

“What can I help with, Polly?” It’s a loaded question.

The older woman looks away shaking her head and walks towards the door. Is there something I should know about?

“Polly, where are you going?”

“Confession. At the church.”

“Should I come-?”

“No,” she sharply cuts me off. “I need to do this alone. Go help in the office.”

I try to follow her. “Polly, please. You don’t look well-”

Polly holds up a hand to stop me just as she shuts the door. “Do as you’re told.”

If she- But I- Oh. Okay. I can help with some paperwork. But honestly the thought of being stuck at a desk all day doesn’t seem as fetching. 

“‘S not fair,” Esme whines for the fifth time.

I was right. This is awful. I’ve been here an hour and both Lizzy and Esme are in no mood for pleasant discussion. Now I see why John was so eager to go on the trip. Esme’s current pregnancy is making her grouchy and sensitive. The only thing keeping her settled are her frequent whiffs of cocaine. And to top it off,  Lizzy’s still cross from my interactions with Thomas.

“They’re off drinking and shooting rifles as we sit here,” Esme complains. “Listening to the mugs swearing, spitting on the bloody floor for us to fucking wipe up! Without men here they’d be like dogs pissing up the wall.”

Just then the door opens and Polly walks in. I can’t tell if her stress has depleted or not. The good news is that she doesn’t want any of Esme’s attitude either.

“Esme, just… Get on with it.”

Esme groans and sniffs up more cocaine. “I’m bloody five months gone!”

I follow Polly to the safe and try to ask gently. “Polly? Do you feel better?”

She ignores me and leans her head against the safe. “Forgot the combination.”

“24-8-22,” Lizzie calls.

Polly’s just as puzzled as I am. “How’d you know?”

“Tommy talks in his sleep,” Esme pokes at her.

“Shut up, Esme,” Lizzy mutters.

Wait. Does that mean-?

Polly groans again. “He’s changed it.”

Lizzie gets up and starts fiddling with the dial. “You’ve put it in wrong.”

“No I haven’t,” Polly argues.

I step out of their way and go back to the table. This is it? Listening to them squabble while all the men are away? I actually was happier at Arrow House.

“I have been sleeping with Tommy,” Lizzie mentions. “Every now and then, when the mood takes him. Happy?”

No. I most certainly am not. I was right. While Thomas comes to me for empathetic consultations, he still doesn’t initiate physical emotions. Is May right? Does he think I’m too fragile?

“None of it’s fucking fair.” We know, Esme!

Knock knock.

Wonderful. Now who’s adding to the meeting of misery?

Linda opens the door with a bright smile on her face. “It’s me! Arthur said you’d be short-staffed today.”

She is so out of her normal standards. Linda walks around and practically scoffs at the illegal business. Her comments of purity against the company go ignored by the others. That’s it, I’m out. I’m already dealing with Lizzie’s comment. I don’t need this either.

I take an Irish goodbye and excuse myself back to the house. It may be lonely in the kitchen but at least the chicken I cook doesn’t squawk like those women do. I don’t know when the Shelbys will be back but that doesn’t mean I can’t fix a nice dinner for myself. Maybe I’ll call Ada and see if she wants company-

“There you are!” Linda walks in. “You’re coming too.”

I go back to washing dishes, uninterested. “Where?”

She comes up and slings an arm around mine, leading me away. “To the Bull Ring.”

I gawk at her bluntness. “Why?”

“To strike.”

I’m still confused. “For…?”

“Female workers’ rights. Come on, you of all people should appreciate this! You Americans had to go through tons to get the right to vote.”

“There’s a bit more to it than that-”

“Let’s go!”

She drags me out into the street to join the line of women workers marching towards the strike.

Something tells me I should go. Not for the extreme feminist cause but to be sure that no one gets hurt. Polly’s wild look in her eyes tells me her stress has melted into ambition. 

“Revolution! Now!”

I attempt to quiet her. “Polly, please! Calm down-”

“No I will not fucking calm down! We’ve been through this shit for too long!”

“Hallelujah!” Esme yells.

I knew coming back wasn’t such a grand idea.

The following morning Polly leans back in a kitchen chair with a cloth over her eyes. Clearly in a hangover. For three hours yesterday they shouted and raged against the male patriarchy. It didn’t help when people started passing around spirits.

Thud.

The front door closes and I hurry over to see if my suspicions are correct. Sure enough, Thomas is back. Maybe the fresh air did him some good.

“Morning, Thomas. About Polly- I tried to keep her safe.”

He takes a puff on his cigarette. “The strike?”

“Yes. It reminded me of women’s marches back home, but ours were a tad more civilized if you can believe it.”

He walks straight past towards where Polly and Lizzie are sitting.

“I heard you were giving speeches off the back of a wagon, Pol.”

She doesn’t move. “I can’t remember a fucking thing.”

“Well, Moss tells me you were threatening to burn down the town hall.” Thomas looks back at me. “Verena, will you please give us a moment alone?”

I have to keep my smile from falling. What? Is he upset with me? Does he think I’ll start ranting about freedom like a typical American?

“Of course, sir.”

Don’t show them disappointment. It’ll only give Linda and Lizzie more teasing ammunition against me. I retreat back to the parlor and set to dusting shelves. If I could slip out I’d properly dispose of my anger by swatting a broom against the alley wall. What am I supposed to do if you never let me in, Thomas?

“What are you doing?” 

Must have been a quick ‘moment.’ I thought for sure he’d call for Lizzie to- No. Stop right there, Steenstra. Jealousy never gets someone anywhere.

“Cleaning,” I say, keeping my face directed away from Thomas. 

“You know we can hire people to do that, right?”

I hum softly and continue wiping off the dirt. “I am hired help.”

“No. You’re not a maid, Verena. You keep us sane.” Thomas slumps into the lounge chair and runs a hand through his hair. “Fucking Russians. You will not believe the shit I went through last night.”

Again with the Russians. I warned him.

“Did the duchess try to kill you?”

Thomas rolls his eyes and glares at the wall. “Walked around practically naked in the dead of night, pointing a gun everywhere and demanding that poor Mary watches us fuck.”

My hand freezes and I slowly turn to look at him. “Y-You didn’t-?”

“No!” He quickly answers. “She- Please, please recite something clever.”

Clever? Is he using me just for my wit now? “Um- Alright. Sometimes life is like carving an apple.” Thomas’ stressed face changes to one of surprisement but I keep going. “When you find an apple with a brown spot you cut it out, right? It’s the same situation with people. We cut out the worst parts of ourselves to get along with one another.”

He thinks for a minute. “So you’re saying I should cut myself out? Just how much, eh?”

“What? No! Why would-?”

“Not everyone sees the good in people like you do, Verena.” Thomas pulls out a cigarette and stands up. “Never stop, love. Thanks by the way for keeping a watch on Polly.”

I offer a smile. “No problem. I might stop by later to see Charlie.”

The mention of his son immediately makes Thomas relax. “Right, Charlie. It’ll be nice to get some time with him. Do you need me to drive you?”

“No, no. I’ll manage. I’ve got some letters to mail first. My moeder goes crazy if I stay out of contact for more than a week.”

Thomas nods and walks out towards the door. We both know family comes first. As for his predicament with Duchess Tatiana Petrovna… It’s not my business but isn’t it a bit early to be courting after Grace’s funeral? Is this situation even a courtship at all? It doesn’t sound like Thomas initiated it. Curious, considering it’s usually the woman falling into his bed rather than her roping him in. Perhaps it’s a taste of his own medicine.

From the outside Arrow House looks as empty as before. What’s different this time is the friendly sight of Charlie and his nanny waving at me through the top window. Thomas’ car is here but there’s no sign of him at the door. Maybe he’s with the horses. I let myself in and the housekeeper immediately appears.

“Hello again, Mary. I’m here to check on Charlie.”

“Of course, Ms. Steenstra.” She leaves me to it and mutters something along the lines of “…More behaved than that other woman…”

Other woman? Who else has Thomas brought over? Does she mean the duchess? 

Instead of marching up the stairs I take a detour into the dining room, taking a seat at the head chair. The glorious portrait still hangs but instead of portraying confident power the painting resembles a man who has nothing but his horses. A lonely man.

Click click click.

“Bold of you to sit on a king’s throne.”

There she is. Duchess Tatiana Petrovna herself. That’s who poor Mary was talking about. There’s no question about her obvious beauty and she knows it. She looks down at my two hair braids with amusement. What is she here for? And is she talking about my seating choice? I meant no disrespect when I chose it.

I look down at where I’m sitting and back to her. “…It’s a chair.”

Thomas walks up behind her and sees where she’s looking. “That’s my chair. ‘S alright, you can-”

“It’s his chair,” the duchess states. “Move.”

Is she serious? Stay calm, Steenstra. You’ll only provoke her.

“It’s still just a chair, miss. He says I can sit in it.”

Her narrowed gaze doesn’t falter. “Move.”

I keep the same cool tone. “No.”

“Or else you will be moved.”

A hint of American attitude makes my face twitch into a look that dares her to continue. “Try me, duchess.”

Her jaw drops and Thomas steps forward trying to calm the storm. “Ladies, please. Mary, could we please get some tea?”

The duchess ignores his attempt and keeps looking at me. “He is your boss. You need to respect-”

“I respect Mr. Shelby just fine,” I respond evenly. “It’s you who’s out of place. You are a guest at Arrow House. I suggest you treat your host with respect. Good day.”

She resumes her stunned silence as I stand up and strut past them. Behind me I can already hear the complaining.

“…Let her speak to a Duchess like that?” she asks.

“You have your ways, the Americans have theirs. I don’t interfere.”

Just because she’s a rich duchess sleeping with him doesn’t mean she can order us around with an iron fist. I climb the stairs to Charlie’s room trying to clear the grudge from my thoughts. The bedroom door opens and the nanny steps out.

“He’s asking for his father. Shall I go fetch him?”

“Oh, no. I just saw Mr. Shelby downstairs. I’ll go get him.”

I pivot back to the stairs despite the internal urge to be as far away from the Russian royal as possible. Stay strong. It’s for Charlie. And if she wants to get on my nerves then she’ll face the bull head-on.

I see the couple walking down the hall. “Thomas! Charlie wants you.”

The gangster leader excuses himself and jogs past me, giving me a grateful nod. I take a deep breath and finish descending the stairs to where the duchess is. Time to set things straight.

“What are you doing?” 

“What do you think you’re doing?” I ask in a low but demanding voice. “The poor man just lost his wife and you’re playing him like a bitch in heat!”

She doesn’t flinch. “Grief can take many forms.”

Not Thomas. This isn’t how he grieves. He likes to be alone. 

I signal for the housekeeper. “Mary, may I please have some whiskey?”

She notices my situation and nods. “Of course, Ms. Steenstra.”

But the duchess isn’t satisfied with my request. “Why ask? Demand it! She will have-”

My face flinches to look at her with murderous eyes. “Get out. Go.”

Her jaw drops. “This is not your house-”

“Then get the fuck away from me before I do something regretful.”

Now she smirks at my temper. “Are Americans this rude?”

My fists clench. “Americans do not look down to people who are not wealthy or of royal blood.”

“There’s fire in your eyes but you tame it. Could you kill me? Would you kill for love?”

“Murder for selfish intentions is not something I will stain myself with,” I state harshly and notice Thomas returning from Charlie’s room. “Excuse me, Thomas.”

Before he can respond I rush back to the door. I don’t wait to hear any more. How can he stand this woman? Lizzie is one thing but at least she gives me a fraction of respect. Petrovna only sees me as nothing but a tourist servant. As much as I was looking forward to seeing Charlie I will not be stable as long as that woman is around. 

Foreign relations consultant, indeed. I will stand my ground. No more waiting. It’s time to take charge for a change and bring my own tricks of the trade to the table.

@meadows5

[skribz202]

I’ve got another AU idea!!!!

Hazbin Hotel x South Park. Here’s the recast:

Charlie - Butters

Vaggie - Kenny

Angel - Kyle

Husk - Stan

Pentious - Clyde

Niffty - Tweek

Alastor - Damien

Vox - Gregory

Velvette - Estella

That moth guy I don’t like - Christophe

Carmilla - Kevin M

Adam - Cartman

Lute - Yentl

Lucifer - Linda

Lilith - Stephen

Cestial - Shelly

Seraphim - Tolkien

Emily - Nichole

Rosie - Shelia

Let me know if I’ve miss-spelled any names and if I could recast any characters!

[anonymousewrites]

Adolescent Antichrist (Book 5) Chapter Eight

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Teen! Reader

Chapter Eight: If They Try to Perform an Exorcism, I’m Out

Summary: Amenadiel returns to Earth, and (Y/N) meets nuns.

            “I’m trying to make it up to her. Really, I am. I even asked directly what I could do, but it doesn’t seem like she’ll ever want to be near me again,” said Lucifer, sighing as he sat on the couch.

            He had attempted to remind Chloe that what they had wasn’t created by God, even if Chloe was partly blessed by Him to repel Lucifer’s abilities, but she hadn’t taken it well. She still wasn’t handling the news well, and Lucifer was disappointed that there was anything he could do to fix the situation. He had even approached it maturely, for once.

“Chloe is still processing,” said (Y/N). “Which makes sense since she’s having an identity crisis.”

            Lucifer sighed sadly from where he sat on the crouch. “Yes, but for how long? Even me being the Devil took shorter once we actually spoke instead of ignoring one another.”

            “I don’t know,” said (Y/N), shrugging. “People are weird.”

            “I want to make things up to her before I have to…leave again,” said Lucifer. He looked away guiltily from (Y/N). He didn’t want to see their reaction to the reminder that he had to return to Hell at some point.

            (Y/N) swallowed hard, and their shadows reached up as if to hug them comfortingly. They looked down. “Right. When is Amenadiel coming back? Then you, you know, you have a time frame…” I know when I’m losing you again.

            “About that—”

            Flap! “I’m here.”

            (Y/N) and Lucifer let out identical shrieks as Amenadiel appeared in a single flap of his wings.

            “What the hell?!” said (Y/N), taking deep breaths to calm themself.

            “Hell indeed,” said Lucifer, glaring at Amenadiel. “You left it unattended!”

            Amenadiel held up his hands. “About that…I was given permission.”

            “Permission?” repeated (Y/N) incredulously. “Who has the power to give you permission to leave Hell unattended after what happened last time?”

            Amenadiel cleared his throat. “…Father.”

            Lucifer and (Y/N) blinked and stared.

            “God spoke to you?” said (Y/N) slowly. What joy, God is involved in this mess.

            “I’m getting a drink for this one,” murmured Lucifer, walking unsteadily to the bar.

            “You know I’m not lying, Luci,” said Amenadiel.

            Lucifer waved a hand as he poured a drink, and Amenadiel took that as a cue to explain what had happened.

            “I was wandering the corridors of Hell since I don’t really know how to oversee the…torture and cycles,” said Amenadiel. “And there I was when…I heard a voice.” He smiled fondly. “A voice that I never expected to hear in Hell.”

            “Well, I have heard God is omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent,” said (Y/N) (unhelpfully).

            “Dad really spoke to you?” said Lucifer after taking a long drink. He was shocked. Amenadiel nodded, and Lucifer poured another glass. “Go on, then.” He needed to hear more. For one, knowing his Father interceded in Hell was surprising enough, but, secondly, Lucifer needed to ensure (Y/N) wouldn’t be threatened by any demons now that Hell was unattended. “What did He say?”

            “He told me that Hell no longer requires a warden,” said Amenadiel.

            “And?” prompted Lucifer.

            “And that’s it,” said Amenadiel.

            “That’s more straightforward than most of what people say God said,” remarked (Y/N), though they were unsure about the situation as well. They had faced quite a problem (being kidnapped) last time Hell was unattended for too long.

            Amenadiel nodded. “It left no doubt in my mind that it was the truth. So I came up here to see my son. I’ve only been back for a few hours. I came here as soon as I knew Linda and Charlie were alright.”

            “So…let me get this straight,” said Lucifer. “I spent millennia down there diligently doing what He asked without complaint, and you have one sleepover in Hell and Dad tells you your watch is over?” He was incredulous and frustrated that he had left his kid on their own because of his “duty” in Hell, and now it was all for nought.

            “You know, Father works in—”

            “If you finish that sentence, I will punch you in your ‘mysterious ways,’ ” huffed Lucifer.

            (Y/N) crossed their arms to avoid twisting their sleeves and fingers around one another in anxiety. “Does that mean Dad gets to stay on Earth?” That was the most important question in their mind. Did they Dad get to stay with them?

            “It seems so,” said Amenadiel.

            (Y/N) and Lucifer’s eyes widened, and they looked at one another. Their family could stick together.

            (Y/N) turned away and wiped away the tears of relief trying to escape. Lucifer left behind his glass and moved to their side.

            Amenadiel took this as his clue to leave. He knew he had more to discuss with Lucifer—like what Linda had told him about Chloe learning about why she repelled Lucifer’s gift—but he wouldn’t interrupt the family moment. He understood. He was on Earth for his son. Lucifer was there for his child, too.

            “You get to stay,” whispered (Y/N), hugging Lucifer to disguise the tears still trying to form.

            “I know. I know,” said Lucifer, smiling and holding them tightly.

            (Y/N) cleared their throat and stepped back. “So you’re not going to leave?” They’d never force him to stay. It was his choice. But they wanted him to.

            “No. I’m never leaving you,” said Lucifer. “Never. You’re my kid. You’re family.”

            “…I’m glad,” said (Y/N), smiling as they twisted their sleeves. There were a lot of emotions going through their head. They cleared their throat. “So, uh, now you get a lot of time to fix things with Chloe.”

            Lucifer smiled in amusement as (Y/N) tried to move on from their vulnerable emotions, and, for now, he’d let them. Still, now that he got to stay, there was something he wanted to talk to them again. After all, the adoption papers still lay in his desk drawer…

            But he wouldn’t overwhelm (Y/N) right now. Lucifer would let them handle their emotions about him staying after having to process him leaving. He wouldn’t push them into anything.

            “I do,” said Lucifer. “I have time for everything and everyone.”

            (Y/N) ducked their head and smiled.

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            “He gets to stay? That’s awesome!” said Em, hugging (Y/N) quickly. “I’m really glad your dad can stay on Earth.”

            “I know,” said (Y/N). They fidgeted. “I wasn’t looking forward to him leaving. And now he doesn’t have to.” They laughed hesitantly. “To be honest, I kind of can’t believe it.”

            “Hey, if God ruled it, it’s true,” said Em encouragingly. “Lucifer’s not leaving.

            “No, he isn’t,” said (Y/N), repeating that fact as it saying it again made it truer. He’s staying. He’s staying. He’s staying. They cleared their throat. “And, uh, of course, this mean he can really make up with Chloe instead of her thinking he’s going to leave again, too.”

            Em sighed. “Hopefully this situation won’t end up with near-death like the Father Kinley incident did.”

            “Hell no, I’m not dealing with that again,” said (Y/N), grabbing their wallet and jacket.

            “What are you doing?” asked Em.

            “I can’t have my Dad be on Earth and unhappy since that’ll be worse for me, so I’m going to try to figure things out with Chloe,” said (Y/N).

            “That’s so cute, you want to make your Dad’s life better because you’re so happy that he gets to stay,” said Em.

            “Shut up, he’s does a lot for me, too,” grumbled (Y/N).

            “Call if there’s an incident!” said Em.

            “Don’t jinx it!” shouted (Y/N) as they left.

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            Okay, how am I going to get Chloe to think things through? thought (Y/N). They needed to have tact. No need to rush anyone into anything. Definitely can’t bring up what happened with Kinley. She probably still feels guilty about that. Maybe I can just say God doesn’t matter? And, I mean, not being affected by Dad’s abilities doesn’t mean their connection isn’t real…Hell, why is this so hard—(Y/N) paused as they crossed in front of a church and saw Chloe standing within and taking some notes.

            “Detective Decker?” they asked in confusion. “What are you doing here?”

            “I’m working a case,” said Chloe, turning away from the group of nuns she was heading towards to interview. “A strange case, but a case nonetheless.” She gave (Y/N) a look. “And because this is a crime scene, you should go. I have interviews to conduct, and I invited Amenadiel to come later to help me.”

            “Oh, right, are you worried they won’t like me?” said (Y/N), peeking around her to look at the nuns.

            “No, I’m worried because this is an active crime scene and you’re a teenager,” said Chloe.

            “I’ve seen multiple deaths,” said (Y/N) blandly.

            “That isn’t something to be proud of,” said Chloe. “And I’m not enabling…it…” She trailed off and looked around herself. The nuns had formed a circle around her and (Y/N) and were gazing at (Y/N) intently.

            If they try to perform an exorcism, I’m out, thought (Y/N), looking around themself in uncertainty. “…Hi?”

            The women stared and smiled gently, far more friendly than (Y/N) thought nuns would be to the child of the literal Devil.

            “Uh, Chloe?” whispered (Y/N).

            Chloe tilted her head. “…Huh. (Y/N), I think I need you for the interview.”

            “…What?”

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            (Y/N) sat beside Chloe, and she gave them a “mother” to pay attention and be nice and pleasant to the nuns as they filed in for their interviews. (Y/N) quickly looked forward and smiled awkwardly as the first nun sat down. Again, she just started smiling at (Y/N) like she couldn’t look away.

            “We, uh, really appreciate that you’re talking to Detective Decker. And me,” added (Y/N) hastily.

            “Oh, absolutely,” said the nun, smiling. “I feel like I can tell you anything.”

            “Uh, do you know of anyone who would want to hurt Sister Victoria?” said Chloe, trying to get a bit of the nun’s attention.

            The nun glanced at her, and her smile fell. Chloe cleared her throat.

            “Do you know of anyone who would want to hurt Sister Victoria?” asked Chloe again.

            Unfortunately, with every nun, it was the same story. All they did was look at (Y/N) as if in a trance and smile kindly. Even when they answered Chloe, they looked at (Y/N).

            “Well, I…I’m not…I’m not sure,” said one nun, uncertain as she looked nervously at Chloe and calmly at (Y/N).

            So, (Y/N) was pushed forward to ask the questions. They were loving this since Chloe had to keep them there, and the irony of nuns adoring the child of the devil (because why? Why did they like (Y/N)?) was immensely amusing.

            “Do you know of anyone who would want to hurt Sister Victoria?” asked (Y/N).

            “Yes. I do,” said one nun instantly once (Y/N)’s round of interviews got to her.

            “Who?” asked (Y/N).

            “The Devil, of course,” said the nun, smiling.

            “…I don’t think they knew each other,” said (Y/N), grinning. Chloe gave them an unamused look at that one.

            “You are the most…beautiful person I have ever seen, child,” said another nun instead of answering a question.

            “Thanks, but the question was about Sister Victoria,” said (Y/N). “Do you know anyone who would want to hurt her?”

            “Oh,” said the nun. “Right. No, I don’t. Sorry.”

            “I don’t know who would want to kill that wonderful soul,” said another sister in response to the question, a kind old lady with a wide smile.

            (Y/N) tilted their head. Despite the kindness, they knew adults’ lies. They were familiar with them. “But you’re hiding something, aren’t you?” Just like all the other nuns. They smiled and leaned in, trying to draw on whatever strange energy was causing the nuns to like them. “You can tell me.”

            “My child, you radiate trustworthiness and honesty,” said the nun. “But it is a secret. I cannot tell you…”

            “Are you sure?” asked (Y/N).

            “…Oh, but who can lie to such a child,” murmured the nun.

            Got her.

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            “I can’t believe the Mother Superior of the nunnery is a murderer,” said Chloe.

            “She committed the crime ages ago, ran away, and joined the convent,” said (Y/N). They grinned. “How’s that for Amenadiel helping you?”

            “What about me?” asked Amenadiel, walking towards them.

            “Oh, Amenadiel, I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you that I got (Y/N) to help me,” said Chloe.

            Amenadiel smiled and shook his head. “It’s no problem. I’m glad (Y/N) was able to help.”

            “They liked me for some reason,” said (Y/N), shrugging. “Nothing I did.”

            “It’s likely because this is a place dedicated to my Father and you’re an angel,” said Amenadiel.

            “That…makes sense,” said Chloe, looking at (Y/N). “They thought (Y/N) was very…good to put it simply.”

            “Yeah, but I’m not…I’m not really an angel. I’m the child of the Devil,” said (Y/N).

            “You’re Lucifer’s kid,” said Amenadiel sternly. “That’s as angelic as him or I. You’re an angel.”

            (Y/N) blinked as they looked at him, and then they laughed, shaking off the idea.

            Them? An angel? Yeah, sure. Celestial, sure. But angel?

            (Y/N) wasn’t good enough for that.

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Good night and have a wonderful weekend 🌖 SPEED CHECK

I could already see the coast of California from the Arizona border. I was, finally, after many humbling months of simulators and study, ahead of the jet. I was beginning to feel a bit sorry for Walter in the back seat. There he was, with no really good view of the incredible sights before us, tasked with monitoring four different radios. This was good practice for him for when we began flying real missions, when a priority transmission from headquarters could be vital. It had been difficult, too, for me to relinquish control of the radios, as during my entire flying career I had controlled my own transmissions. I still insisted on talking on the radio while we were on the ground, however. Walt was so good at many things, but he couldn't match my expertise at sounding smooth on the radios, a skill that had been honed sharply with years in fighter squadrons where the slightest radio miscue was grounds for beheading. He understood that and allowed me that luxury.

Just to get a sense of what Walt had to contend with, I pulled the radio toggle switches and monitored the frequencies along with him. The predominant radio chatter was from Los Angeles Center, far below us, controlling daily traffic in their sector. While they had us on their scope (albeit briefly), We listened as the shaky voice of a lone Cessna pilot asked Center for a readout of his ground speed. Center replied:

"November Charlie 175, I'm showing you at ninety knots on the ground."

Just moments after the Cessna's inquiry, a Twin Beech piped up on frequency, in a rather superior tone, asking for his ground speed. "I have you at one hundred and twenty-five knots of ground speed."

And I thought to myself, is this a ripe situation, or what? As my hand instinctively reached for the mic button, I had to remind myself that Walt was in control of the radios. Still, I thought, it must be done - in mere seconds we'll be out of the sector and the opportunity will be lost. That Hornet must die, and die now. I thought about all of our Sim training and how important it was that we developed well as a crew and knew that to jump in on the radios now would destroy the integrity of all that we had worked toward becoming. I was torn.

Somewhere, 13 miles above Arizona, there was a pilot screaming inside his space helmet. Then, I heard it. The click of the mic button from the back seat. That was the very moment that I knew Walter and I had become a crew. Very professionally, and with no emotion, Walter spoke: "Los Angeles Center, Aspen 20, can you give us a ground speed check?" There was no hesitation, and the replay came as if was an everyday request. "Aspen 20, I show you at one thousand eight hundred and forty-two knots, across the ground."

I think it was the forty-two knots that I liked the best, so accurate and proud was Center to deliver that information without hesitation, and you just knew he was smiling. But the precise point at which I knew that Walt and I were going to be really good friends for a long time was when he keyed the mic once again to say, in his most fighter-pilot-like voice: "Ah, Center, much thanks, we're showing closer to nineteen hundred on the money."

For a moment Walter was a god. And we finally heard a little crack in the armor of the Houston Center voice, when L.A.came back with, "Roger that Aspen, Your equipment is probably more accurate than ours. You boys have a good one." It all had lasted for just moments, but in that short, memorable sprint across the southwest, the Navy had been flamed, all mortal airplanes on freq were forced to bow before the King of Speed, and more importantly, Walter and I had crossed the threshold of being a crew. A fine day's work. We never heard another transmission on that frequency all the way to the coast. For just one day, it truly was fun being the fastest guys out there. Written by Brian Shul.😁 Habubrat Linda Sheffield

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[saynomorefic]

Hi June! If you're still up for it, 4, 5, 34, 35 and/or your choice for the otp asks?

Have a lovely day 💜

Hii W! Tysm for the ask <3 I kinda wrote a novel 😅

4. Their favorite show to watch together? 

Simon 100% watches anime. My knowledge of anime is next to nothing but I feel like he likes Deathnote, Attack on Titan, Hunter x Hunter, etc. I think Wille prefers teen dramas (he got a taste for them from Felice/ the girls) and docuseries, because he's hungry to learn more about the world around him. I think together they probably watch whatever anime Simon is into and nature documentaries because they're both kinda big nerds?! Oh, and Avatar.

5. Who is the cheesier one of the two? 

Sorry but Wille. I feel like I see this pretty much confirmed everywhere, from canon to fic. That boy knows how lucky he is and takes every opportunity to show it.

34. How do they cheer one another up during sad times?

I agree with the consensus that it's physical (lol) however I'll try to say some new things. Wille seems to want to talk it out, and Simon has demonstrated that he shows care by listening, asking questions, and offering support. I imagine he learned these skills from living with Linda and Sara. Sometimes when Wille's sadness turns to big anger (like once a year) they'll go to the junkyard and smash a bunch of shit, then go make out. Yeah. 

Simon seems to go within when he's sad, so Wille tries really hard to stop him from spiraling and get him out of his head until he's ready to talk. He'll plan little excursions, like a walk in the park, or get Simon to dance with him in their living room, anything to show him that it's not all bad. Wille also tries to make him laugh. I envision a lot of tickling. He knows not to rush Simon, who will share when he feels safe and ready. 

35. What are their tastes in music? 

I've thought about this one quite extensively. 

So I think Simon inherited a bunch of Micke's taste, because we know Micke exposed him to music and took him to concerts as we see in canon. I imagine it's a good mix of 80's and 90's rock, things like Nirvana and maybe some Swedish bands (like Kent, thank you Wilma @nothingadoaboutnothing ;)) 

As for contemporary music, I feel like Simon likes indie rock, some of it more underground, some more standard like the Arctic Monkeys, Vampire Weekend, etc. I see him listening to Lizzy McAlpine and Sufjan to cry and get his feelings out. I also feel like he likes Lady Gaga, perhaps a mix of her vocals and aesthetic. 

Wille likes rap and EDM as we saw in YR. However, much like the TV show thing, I think Felice and company have definitely awakened some love for queer pop / hyperpop in him. I see a burgeoning Charli / Chappel fan. Maybe this is just wishful thinking but I see it. Simon 100% makes fun of him (but definitely doesn't complain when he puts it on). 

Bonus / free question: 

39. Do they get along with each other's family? 

I want to say I'm hopeful on this one. Simon seemed to do fine with Kristina and Ludvig, although I'm sure there's going to be plenty more awkwardness and discomfort now that Wille has stepped down. Overall I think they're pleasant towards each other with occasional moments of connection. 

I think Wille is very invested in getting to know Sara, Linda, and possibly Micke. Post S3, I think he starts to form a closer bond with Sara; I'd like to think she becomes like another sibling now that he doesn't have Erik anymore. Wille tries hard with Linda in the beginning, and eventually realizes that all she wants is for him to treat Simon well and be happy, which for him is easier than ever. Perhaps Wille is the bridge towards a better relationship with Micke - he understands shitty family dynamics and is neutral where everyone else is scarred, so maybe he can help them be in each other's lives again in small ways. Like I said, wishful thinking.

I think Simon actually pushes for Wille to spend time with Wille's parents more, because Wille definitely prefers holidays at the Erikssons. S3 made me feel very hopeful about both fronts.

[zablife]

Tachipen (Part 1)

Tommy x female reader

Summary: With the flip of a coin, Tommy makes a deal to bring a 20 year old gypsy girl into the Shelby clan. Considering her too young to marry, he employs her as a nanny. When tragedy strikes, he’s forced to confront the truth he has always known. 

Author’s Note: This was requested by @honey-im-hotdog who asked for a fic about Charlie’s nanny. I decided to turn it into a series. The story will be told through flashbacks, but I will note the year. Tommy meets y/n in 1919 and the story goes thru present time which is the year of the vendetta, 1925. 

Warnings: language, slurs, mention of arranged marriage, fighting, mention of blood

1924

“Step out of the picture, please,” the photographer called out loudly enough to make you jump. Feeling you startle, Charlie erupted in tears and you did your best to soothe him as Polly stretched her arms out to receive the child. “M sorry Pol,” you mumbled, attempting to step aside. “You’ll stay right here, y/n,” Tommy said firmly. Polly gave him a surprised look, but said nothing as she dropped her hands by her sides. “She’s family,” Tommy said with a small nod of his head and ushered you to stand between him and Arthur. As you took your place, you glanced at Linda. Her lips were tightly pursed in disapproval, one hand resting over the swell of her stomach. You tried to hide your discomfort behind an air of respectful silence, as today didn’t belong to her. Today was for remembrance and out of love for little Charlie, you would do all you could to keep the peace. 

As the bulb above the camera flashed bright white, you thought of the moment you met Tommy Shelby. The glint of the gold coin winking at you in the afternoon sunlight as though it knew the cruel hand it would deal you. “That’s heads, Esmerelda comes with us,” Tommy stated matter-of-factly, picking up the coin from the lush green grass and placing it carefully in his pocket. No one spoke as your father’s eye drifted toward you and your sisters. 

“Esmerelda is already promised, Mr. Shelby. Unless you want a war with the Lees, you’ll leave her right where she is,” he warned through gritted teeth.

“Those weren’t the terms of our wager,” Tommy reminded him. “Did I not say the horse and a daughter of my choosing?”

“No, you didn’t,” your father countered, puffing out his chest toward the gangster. 

“Calling my brother a liar?” John Shelby asked, marching toward the two men in large strides. You could tell by his swagger he liked to prove himself in a fight and he was spoiling for one now. Two other men in your camp sensed as much because they came to stand behind your father.

Johnny Dogs rushed forward placing himself between the two factions, laying his hands on Tommy’s shoulders and pushing him backward gently. He spoke in a frantic voice saying, “Tommy, get your family out of here and go enjoy the fair before they start a war, huh?” Then he turned and spoke in Romani to the men behind him advising them, “They come from good people. His granddad was a king!” Tommy straightened his coat, placing his peaked cap on his head when a voice in the crowd shouted, “Yeah, but his mother was a diddicoy whore!”

You gulped at the words, watching the three Shelby brothers fly into a fit of rage, brandishing their razor caps skillfully. In mere moments, they had your kin on the ground and you watched helplessly as they were sliced open, kicked and beaten. Your sisters screamed by your side and you all huddled together for protection.

“Run,” your youngest sister suggested to Esmerelda. “She can’t now. They’d find her no matter where she traveled,” you replied logically. As you looked from one sister to the other, the only possible solution to stop the bloodshed came to you. If you offered yourself you could save Esmerelda. The product of your father’s first marriage, no one held a candle to her in your father’s estimation. However, you didn’t blame her for that. After your own mother died she had lovingly watched over you when your father was too drunk to care. You would never forget that and now you felt it was time to repay her kindness.

“Stop! Stop! I’ll go. Take me!” you shouted over the chaos and the men broke apart in surprise long enough to watch you approach Tommy. He stood as you placed a hand on his arm tentatively. He struggled to regain his breath after the fighting, running a hand through his hair to smooth it back into place. Looking at you incredulously he asked, “How old are you?”

You stood tall, chin held high and replied, “Twenty…Old enough to become your wife.”

Tommy suddenly turned his back to you shaking his head at the ground and your heart thundered in your chest, panicking at the thought of his rejection. 

“No, no. I didn’t come here for this,” he said gesturing back at you. He’d barely noticed you before, thinking you a mere child and he hadn’t been far off. What he was asking suddenly felt very wrong when he considered the decade that separated you. 

“Well what the fuck did you do that for then, Tom?” Johnny asked, gesturing toward the men lying bloodied on the ground.

Tommy took his head in his hands and turned back to you, pointing a finger. “I won’t take you as a wife. I won’t do it,” he said unable to look you in the eye. He bit the inside of his cheek as he thought then asked, “But me brother has four children who run barefoot through the streets at all hours and they need someone to look after them. You could come work for us,” he said, setting his jaw and finally meeting your gaze. 

You took a deep breath feeling relieved at the prospect and you nodded in agreement. Tommy glanced at your father who was dabbing at a cut lip and they shook on it. Despite your father’s preference for this outcome, he was still angered by the events of the day. You could tell by the twitch of his mustache and the flicker of anger that had yet to extinguish from his deep brown eyes. 

You crossed to him slowly, twisting your hands together in nervous anticipation, but he had little he wanted to discuss with a woman who gave herself to a gangster so freely. “You’ll pack your bag and get out,” was all he said. 

Tears welling in your eyes you nodded and went to get your possessions. As you finished packing, you hugged your sisters goodbye, wondering when or if you’d ever see them again. “I’m sorry, y/n. I’m so sorry,” Esmerelda cried into your shoulder. 

“Don’t be. It isn’t your fault,” you comforted her. 

“Take this,” she said passing you a small blade with a pearl handle to place in your boot. “You’ll have to look after yourself now, but I know you can,” she said, attempting to convince herself more than you. 

As you exited the vardo, Tommy accepted a dappled gray mare from an old woman in camp. The horse was one of your favorites and it comforted you to know you’d have one friend with you as you journeyed away from your camp. Tommy motioned for you to join him and you slid along the bench seat, taking your place next to him in the car. It would be the first time you’d ever ridden in an automobile, though you couldn’t bring yourself to find any excitement in it. As the car lurched forward and eventually gathered speed, taking you away from your family, you glanced around the car of stone like faces feeling your earlier sense of confidence slipping away. You were left with a stinging loneliness that would not cease.

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1919

It was late when you arrived in Small Heath. You were shown to a room and told you would meet the children in the morning. After a brief introduction to a formidable woman named Aunt Polly, you trudged upstairs for some rest. As you climbed into bed you heard them speaking in hushed whispers downstairs, Tommy explaining how you had come to stay with them. You could tell from her tone that Polly did not approve.

Alone in the kitchen, Polly stamped out her cigarette with a warning to her nephew. “Tommy this is how it started with your mum. Brought here against her will, forced to live with a man she barely knew. She came to despise him. Gypsies have to move around or it all gets to be too much.” Polly stopped speaking when she noticed the distant look in Tommy’s eye. He didn’t need anyone to remind him of the day his mother walked into the cut. How could Polly think he would allow that to happen to you? You were here to do a job and would be allowed to leave whenever you pleased. You’d come of your own free will. At least that’s what he tried to tell himself that night before the opium took effect. 

But in his dreams that night he watched you walk toward a stream, sunlight shining through your hair. You turned to speak to him with tears in your eyes, but the words were carried away on the wind. You pointed over the hill and as he followed your line of sight he saw the beautiful dappled gray mare dead beneath a hazel tree and he woke with a start, sweat dripping from his brow. As he sat up and reached for his cigarettes he heard you quietly weeping on the other side of the wall. What had he done?

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Part 19: In the Bleak Midwinter

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Grace Burgess x OC

Summary: One of Tommy and Lucy's worst nightmares is realized during the opening of the Grace Shelby Institute for Orphaned Children.

Word Count: 5,061

Notes: Warnings for depictions of kidnapping, panic attacks, and references to pregnancy, pedophilia, and suicide consideration.

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Chapter 23: Terrible Silence

“What the fuck is that?” 

Tommy looked up from where he was standing on the gravel of the drive. Lucy was half out of the car, frozen with her eyes staring at the hat clutched in his hand, lifted halfway up to set upon his head.

He raised an eyebrow at her tone, settling the gray fedora on his head.   

“It’s a hat, Lucy,” he explained, holding out a hand to help her the rest of the way out of the car. Once her shoes hit the gravel she straightened, pushing her hair back behind her ear, still staring up at the hat resting atop his head. Tommy pulled out his cigarettes while she assessed him, raising one to his lips and lighting it as the cars carrying the other family members pulled up. 

She stared at him for a long moment, brow creased. “I hate it,” she said finally.

“Oi!” he protested, offended. 

“It just looks weird,” she huffed. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear anything besides the peaky cap.”

“Yeah, well, this is a formal occasion.”

“You wore your peaky cap at your wedding.”

“It was my wedding! I could wear what I liked.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. The other vehicles around them were starting to park and kill their engines. He spotted Arthur helping a very pregnant Linda from the car and jerked his chin in their direction.

“See? Arthur’s wearing one too.” 

Lucy cocked her head, eyes appraising the hat that his brother was also wearing. “Hm. See, it doesn’t look so strange on him, for some reason. I think it might be the mustache.” 

“...So what you’re saying is that I should grow a mustache?” 

She looked horrified. “Absolutely not.”

Tommy chuckled. Lucy had made it clear in the past that if he ever got it in his head to try growing out his facial hair, she wouldn’t be above chasing him down with a razor and shaving cream to remedy the situation. 

Adjusting the hat on his head, he looked down at her, more amused than genuinely offended by her distaste of the fedora. 

‘Least she was willing to be honest with him about it.

And, truth be told, he preferred the peaky cap himself, too.

But still, when he saw an opportunity to get her back for all the teasing she subjected him to, he was going to take it.

“I think you’re being rather mean, love,” he said, shoulder knocking into hers, smiling and waving to Charlie who made a babbling noise when he spotted them, squirming where he was currently clutched in Polly’s arms as she stepped from her car. “Here I am, trying to experiment with fashion–” he chose to ignore the sputtered laugh she released “--and you’re making fun of me.”

Lucy cast him a shrewd look, her eyes narrowed. “...They asked you all not to bring in the razors, didn’t they?”

He sighed, caught. “And they requested certain attire for the picture.”

“Certain attire?”

He nodded. “Gave me a list of acceptable clothing items everyone could wear and everything.”

“What the fuck.”

He rolled his eyes. “Something about how ‘the picture will be hung near the entryway for all to see’ and ‘we want to provide an example of respectability to the children this institute will house.’”

“They do realize it’s our institute, right? We’re paying for it.”

“Mm. I reminded them of that to get you out of having to wear a dress.”

Her head whipped around to him. “You did?”

“Mhm.”

Her face softened. “Thanks.”  

He shrugged in response to the gratitude, taking her hand and beginning to walk with her towards the front doors of the orphanage, where they would be taking the picture with the whole family. 

“The children are wearing peaky caps,” Lucy pointed out, when one of John’s boys trotted past them. 

“Because they’re children, and not burdened by the fashion expectations of being a professional adult.”

She snorted, turning her smile to hide it against his arm. The rest of the family had joined them in the procession towards the front. It took a decent amount of wrangling of the children and positioning everyone properly before the photograph could be taken. 

Tommy left his cigarette dangling from his mouth, perhaps in silent rebellion of the ‘proper attire’ manifesto the board had sent him. Or perhaps he simply forgot…he’d never tell.

He had to bite back a smirk at the thought. 

The mood shifted the second they passed the sign, on it printed in massive, gold letters: Grace Shelby Institute for Orphaned Children. He could physically feel it in Lucy; how any playfulness or joy drained out of her at the sight of it. Her fingers curled around his arm, and he gave her hand a quick squeeze as they led the way through the front doors, swallowing down his own lump of renewed grief and guilt that had suddenly appeared in his throat. 

The opening ceremony went off without a hitch. He had to give a small speech, but Polly did most of the talking, with hymns sung at intervals throughout. He managed to sneak away after the first one, ducking into a hallway. To the right, at a dead end, Grace’s picture, surrounded by flowers and circular windows of shimmering light, stared back at him. 

Swallowing hard, he approached the picture slowly, coming to a stop and leaning against the wall a few paces away from her. She looked beautiful; her blonde hair pulled back, expression serious and stern. 

He stared at her without blinking, as if the picture would suddenly move. He wondered if she would approve. If she would be proud of what he had accomplished. 

His treacherous mind sent him a flash of memories from the Russian orgy, from Vincente Changretta chanting prayers in Italian as he sat bound to a chair, of Tatiana cackling as she raced through the walls of Arrow House.

No; he couldn’t imagine that she would. 

He could still hear the singing in the distance.  

“You hear that, Grace?” he asked. 

The picture didn’t respond.

There were footsteps behind him, and for a moment his temper spiked, annoyed at whoever had come to likely drag him back to the ceremony. That was until he smelled the familiar scent of sweet rose perfume, and felt Lucy’s strong arms wrap around his waist, head tucking against the place where his chest met shoulder. He relaxed, cheek falling to cushion against her soft curls. Neither of them said a word, just standing there and gazing at Grace’s picture in silence, allowing themselves a moment to fully sit within their grief. 

Somewhere, a door opened, and they reluctantly drew apart. Footsteps drew nearer, and Lucy glanced over her shoulder and then made a face like she’d just drank spoiled milk, hastily looking away and back towards Grace. 

It wasn’t lost on Tommy how she inched a little closer to him, and when the person approaching them started to speak, and he recognized Hughes’s voice, he realized that it wasn’t a movement seeking comfort or safety, as he’d originally thought. 

It was a subtle movement of protection. 

He didn’t say a word as Hughes spoke, tauntingly swinging a ring of keys in his face and explaining how he’d taken the liberty of allocating for himself an office in the institute. For a moment, Tommy thought he might throw up at the thought. Less than an hour ago, he had given a speech about how they would keep the children brought under their care safe, and here he was about to let a fox into the henhouse. 

Hidden from Hughes’s view thanks to Lucy at his side, Tommy flexed his fingers, curling them into a fist tight enough that his nails bit into flesh. 

Not long, he tried to remind himself. Not long until we can take care of this fuck once and for all. He won’t even have a chance to harm any of these children.

But still…what he would give to be able to just give Lucy the order, right then and there, to rip Hughes’s head off with her own bare hands. 

Tommy didn’t respond to anything the priest said. Not once. Not even when he stepped in front of him, cutting into his line of sight and blocking Grace’s picture from view. His threats were nothing new, but still Tommy felt Lucy tense beside him in reaction to them. His eyes lowered as Hughes finally left them alone and started to walk away, and for a moment, he was taken by the sudden, intense urge to cry. 

As if sensing his sudden drop in mood, Lucy shuffled closer to him, even as she watched Hughes carefully to make sure that he actually left. Her side pressed up flush against his, warm and comforting. 

Behind them, he could hear the distinct sound of children running excitedly about. The singing in the other room had stopped. The ceremony must be over, then. A moment later, Michael approached them, mumbling something about an invitation from the Lord Mayor to come to a reception. But his voice was unsteady and not quite there, eyes focused back down the hall, towards the direction that Hughes had retreated. 

He must have seen him, then. Perhaps Hughes was still there at the end of the hall, holding a door open to allow children and visitors inside another part of the building. Tommy had no intention of turning around to see for sure. If he did, he might do something rash. Besides, the look on Michael’s face told him enough. It was the same one he’d seen on Lucy’s face, all those years ago, when one of Matthew’s friends had shown up outside of the yard and she’d spotted him watching her: a look of pure, haunted terror and trauma.  

Before either he or Lucy could answer Michael, he was already staggering away. Tommy sighed deeply, struggling to comprehend just how the hell he was going to get through several more hours of having to smile and socialize when all he wanted to do was go home, snuggle Lucy and Charlie, and maybe have a bit of a good, quiet cry. 

No time for that now, he thought tiredly. 

Lucy squeezed his arm. It had grown quiet again, the bulk of people released from the room where they’d held the opening ceremony disappearing into other parts of the orphanage. 

“Only a little more. Just twenty-four hours,” she said softly, thumbs stroking his arm and cheek resting against his bicep. “Then it’ll all be over,” she pecked his jaw and he closed his eyes, arm wrapping around her and pulling her closer. 

He really didn’t know what he would have done without her. Probably would have followed Grace to the grave, mostly likely. Her arms wound around his waist once more, giving him a much needed squeeze. 

“Stay close to me,” he rasped out. He had woken up that morning with a pit of dread in his stomach that hadn’t abated for the entire day. If anything, it had only grown. He needed to make sure she stayed safe. “Please.”

“I will. Promise.”

He released a small sigh of relief that she didn’t try to protest or argue. Probably because she wasn’t too keen to let him far from her sight either. Face turning, he kissed the top of her head, squeezing the arm he had looped around her. She hummed, eyes fixing back on the picture of Grace.

“I wish she could have been here,” she whispered. Tommy clenched his jaw, not responding. If he spoke, he was sure that he would start to cry. Lucy sniffled, squishing closer to him. “It was one of her passion projects, after all.”

He made a sound of agreement, hoping that she wouldn’t think he was just ignoring her. She was always so in-sync with him, he doubted that she would, but still he hugged her a little tighter, just to make sure she knew there was no intended malice behind his silence. She squeezed him back in understanding. 

“I think she would have liked it–” her voice caught on the end, growing wobbly as it filled with tears. Turning her silently in his arms, he tucked her face fully into his chest, dropping his own to her shoulder, rubbing her back soothingly. She only cried on him for a moment, pulling herself back together quickly, sniffling once and wiping hastily at her eyes before the tears could cause her makeup to run. “Sorry.”

He just shook his head, stroking away the remnants of her tears with his thumb, forehead dipping to rest against hers for a moment. Lucy squeezed her eyes shut, taking a deep breath to right herself, and when she opened them again, her gaze was steady once more, grief shoved back into the little box in her mind where she kept it contained so it did not consume her completely. He knew, because he did the same exact thing. 

“We should probably head to the reception soon,” she sounded just about as enthused about it as he was. 

“Yes,” with a sigh, he straightened, taking her hand in his. 

With one last, longing, sorrowful look cast towards Grace’s picture, they turned and started to make their way down the hall. 

∗ ∗ ∗

Lucy stuck close to Tommy during the reception, not just because he had asked her to, but because she really wasn’t in the mood for much socializing. She knew that she should probably be out there, smiling and working on getting some of the business men milling about involved with the company, but she just really couldn’t find it in her. Besides, Ada and Michael seemed to be doing a fine enough job without her assistance. 

They stood near one end of the room, John and Arthur briefing Tommy about progress with the tunnel in lowered voices. Periodically they were interrupted by women approaching to speak with Tommy in sweet voices about the orphanage, offering condolences about Grace…he managed a startlingly charming smile through each encounter, dealing with each person gracefully and seemingly effortlessly before sending them on their way. 

But when one of the women started to pull him away, the expression of a man internally screaming crossed his face beneath the mask of the charming, ever-indulgent businessman. The sight of it made Lucy smile a little to herself as she watched him get dragged over to a grouping of finely dressed ladies.

“Here.”

Her head swung around to find John holding out a fresh cup of tea to her. Brow raising at the oddly thoughtful gesture, she took it from him. 

“Thanks.”

He nodded silently, looking down into his own teacup. He must have noticed that she wasn’t having the easiest time with all this. Lucy doubted she and John would ever be capable of being all that warm towards each other, especially after the part he played in Grace’s death, but still. 

It was something. 

Taking a sip, Lucy sighed at the warmth spreading through her chest, soothing her dry throat. She’d woken up that morning anxious and jittery, and outside of getting to torment Tommy over the truly awful hat he’d worn that morning, things hadn’t improved all that much.

So much was riding on today. If just one thing went wrong…

She tried to shake the thought away, taking another swallow of tea.

Somewhere in the room, she heard the telltale sound of Charlie starting to cry. Her head snapped around at the sound. Ada had him, already rushing across the room to hand him over to Tommy. Her heart fluttered as she watched him openly coo to his son. It had a similar effect on the women surrounding him, and Lucy had to stifle an eye roll at the way some of them practically swooned. Poor Charlie, probably overwhelmed from all the noise and people, was still crying intermittently, but had settled a little now that his father was holding him. Turning away from where Tommy was taking a picture with the ladies and a sculpture they’d brought him, Lucy returned her attention to John and Arthur. 

“I fucking hate these things,” Arthur was grumbling while John sipped his tea. 

“You and me both,” Lucy said, fiddling with her rings in an attempt to ignore how badly she wanted a cigarette. 

Something prickled at the back of her neck, and she frowned. A sudden feeling of widening dread had opened up in the pit of her stomach, so encompassing she felt almost nauseated with it.

Something was wrong.

Setting down her teacup in the saucer she had clutched in one hand, she looked around the room, frowning, trying to pinpoint what had sent her instincts off.

But everything seemed as it should be. Nothing was out of place.

So why did she suddenly feel so crushingly uneasy? It was like she could hear the sounds of a clock, ticking rhythmically in the back of her head, counting down the seconds to disaster.

Her eyes swerved around the room until they found Tommy. He was speaking to Ada, glancing around the room as though looking for someone, face slowly growing pale. Ada looked concerned, joining him in glancing about the room. 

Lucy finally realized what was wrong at the same moment that Tommy approached her and his brothers; a realization that would come close to bringing their entire world crashing down around their ears:

She couldn’t hear Charlie. 

For a moment, her mind tried to placate itself, logicing that he might’ve just stopped crying and was quietly perched in someone’s arms or playing somewhere in the room. But one quick scan of the entire reception area offered no solution as to where he was, and the pit of dread that had started in her stomach began to creep upwards into her throat. Her ears strained to pick up any sound of him, but where they should have heard crying, or his usual sweet babbling, they heard nothing but terrible silence. 

“Have you seen Charlie?” Tommy asked them. He was calm, but she could see the very beginning sparks of panic in his eyes. When he glanced from his brothers to her, she felt as though the floor was falling out from beneath her feet.

“I thought…I thought that he was with you…” she responded in a small voice. More color left Tommy’s face, Adam’s apple bobbing when he swallowed, spinning around to look through the crowd again. Setting her tea down, Lucy stretched up onto her toes, desperately scanning for their baby. 

Nothing. 

Tommy took off at a fast stride towards Polly. Lucy rushed after him, following him as he flitted from family member to family member throughout the room, repeating the same question over and over again. Her chest constricted tighter with each negative answer, panic building.  

How? How? She’d just heard his cries minutes ago. Surely he couldn’t have gone far…someone had to have seen him.

The memory of Tommy telling her about the threats Hughes had made to Charlie burst through her mind, and for a moment she couldn’t breathe she was so horrified at the idea of that man anywhere near her little boy…

She fought to keep her breathing normal. Having a panic attack right now wouldn’t help anyone.    

Tommy started to sound off orders to the boys, sending them to different rooms to widen the search and to watch the cars to make sure no one left. His voice was steady, but when he reached down and seized her hand in his to pull her with him towards the door, she could feel his hand trembling.

“Tommy,” Ada was rushing over to them. “Someone said they saw a nurse take him through the back door.”

Tommy cursed, spinning towards the door. His grip was so tight on Lucy’s hand that she was likely to have bruises come tomorrow.

“Tommy–!” she choked out, and he looked at her as though just realizing that he was still holding onto her. The sheer terror in his eyes made her blood run cold. 

“Go with Arthur. I’m going to try the backdoor,” he ordered, letting her go, and took off half racing down the hall before she could argue.  

Nodding more to herself than anyone else, she turned back to Arthur, who had already sent Ada away to question more of the people in the reception room and ordered the boys to go cover the other exits.

“Come on,” he said, resting a gentle, guiding hand on her shoulder, steering her to a door. 

“He was just…he was just here…” she stuttered. “I just saw him…”

“I know.”

Guilt opened up in her like a gushing wound. She should’ve been keeping a better eye on him…should’ve been tending to him when Tommy couldn’t. 

How could she be so fucking stupid?

She was hardly able to breathe, blood rushing through her ears and heart pounding as she followed Arthur at a jog, their shoes clattering as they raced down the stairs.

“Arthur!” Ada met them halfway up, voice strained.

“What?”

“Somebody said they saw a woman and a kid getting into a car.”

“Ah, fuck!”    

A choked off sound emitted from Lucy’s throat, hand locking tightly around the banister, and for a moment she thought she might faint or throw up. The world spun. She couldn’t breathe.

By some miracle she managed to make it down the rest of the stairs, shoes skidding against the hardwood floor.

“They said that the car was heading south when it took off. But they didn’t know anymore…” Ada was still reporting to Arthur. She glanced over her shoulder and stopped. “Lucy?”

It wasn’t until she heard Ada’s questioning voice that she realized that she had made no move to follow them, just standing there at the foot of the stairs, one hand gripping white-knuckled to the bannister while she battled the urge to vomit from the panic pumping through her veins.

“Luce,” Arthur went back to her, beckoning for her to follow. “Come on, love.”

She tried to move and couldn’t. It was like all of her muscles had locked up. In her ears, she could hear the whispers of all the things Hughes was rumored to have done. The horrors she’d learned he was capable of when conducting her research on him.

Should have just slaughtered him and dumped his body into the canal. 

Her breaths were coming in tiny little gasps. “Arthur…Arthur, if they put him in a car…” 

“Lucy,” he seized her by the shoulders. “You need to breathe.”

“But he’s–he’s–”

“Where’s Tommy?” Arthur demanded to Ada.

“I don’t know. If there was no one at the backdoor he might’ve made his way to the front right about now.”

“Take her. I need to go tell our boys to set up roadblocks and spotters.”

She was passed suddenly from Arthur over to Ada. He barreled through one of the doors, and before it swung shut behind him Lucy could hear him bellowing out orders to people outside. 

“Breathe, alright?” Ada said, voice soothing, but Lucy could hear fear lurking at the edges of it. “We’ll find him. They couldn’t have gotten far. Come along, let’s get you some fresh air,” putting an arm around Lucy’s shoulders, Ada guided her through the sidedoor Arthur had shot out of a moment ago. 

“It was…it had to be Hughes.”

“We can worry about all that in a moment. Right now I just need you to calm down.”

“N-no…we need to get him before Hughes…” she swallowed hard. “Before he…” she swallowed back bile, wanting to slap herself. Ada needed to be off doing something productive to help, rather than trying to talk her off the edge of a panic attack.

Shaking her head, she squeezed her eyes shut, leaning back against the door they’d just exited through. The side of the building was cool against her clammy skin. 

Ada’s hand squeezed her arm. “Breathe.”

Lucy forced herself to comply, dragging in a deep gasp of air, holding it in her lungs for a few seconds, then expelling it. 

Behind her closed eyelids, the world suddenly snapped into sharp clarity.  

She could not fall apart right now. There was no time for it. Not when every second was so precious. 

So she forced herself to gather up every single feeling of panic that was currently rushing through her veins, pulling it all together into one neat, crumpled ball, and then stuffed it away. Deep, deep down. In the same place where the guilt and grief that she carried over Grace lived. 

Opening her eyes, she stared into Ada’s concerned features. “I’m fine,” she rasped. “Go get Polly. Tell her to come outside. She’ll need to drive me and Tommy to the office.”

“But–”

“There’s no time; go. I’m fine,” she reiterated. Ada looked her over, and nodded, hurrying back inside.

Lucy gulped down more air, raking a hand through her curls and forcing her lungs to expand a bit more with each breath. 

“Where is he!?” her head raised at the sound of Tommy’s anguished roar. Tussling her hand through her hair one last time, she pulled away from the building, following the voices. 

  Tommy was wrapped up in Arthur’s arms, head tucked into his older brother’s shoulder, blue eyes wide and wild. Arthur was holding him tight, mumbling about what they were going to do, taking complete charge of the situation. 

If she’d had the mental capacity to do so at the time, she would have been impressed by his ability to step up and take control with Tommy so distraught and spiraling. 

Tommy was just staring, not looking at Arthur, mind working a mile a minute behind his tortured blue eyes. He said nothing but quiet, one word acknowledgments of Arthur’s commands. 

“Whoever took him is going to call,” Arthur said. 

“Where’s Lucy?” Tommy asked, eyes suddenly snapping into motion, flickering about madly. 

“I’m here,” she stepped closer, and could’ve sworn a look of relief briefly flitted over his face. 

Arthur, with still one arm around Tommy, guided him towards the car. Polly was just stepping outside.  

“You good?” Arthur asked her, as he ushered Tommy to climb into the passenger seat. 

“Yes,” her voice sounded steadier than she felt, but it was enough to convince Arthur, holding out a hand for her to grasp as she climbed into the car after Tommy. 

“You stay close to him, alright?” Arthur mumbled into her ear. She nodded, understanding. 

Tommy would need her now, perhaps more than he ever had before.

Polly climbed into the driver’s seat right after her, slamming the door shut and turning on the engine. She drove fast, and if she was perturbed by Lucy’s presence, squeezed in the middle between her and Tommy, she didn’t show it. 

No one said a word, the trees whizzing past them as the car flew down the road. Shifting closer, until her side was pressed against Tommy’s, Lucy was struck with the sudden need to cry. 

She thought of sweet little Charlie. Her baby boy who instinctively seemed to always know when she needed a hug, draping his chubby little arms around her. Who always smiled and squealed in delight when she presented him with a new wood carving she’d whittled for him. Who giggled when she lifted him high in the air, and clapped his hands when she blew raspberries into his cheeks. Who asked her, in the sweetest voice she’d ever heard, if they could go to the stables to see the horses. His little hand holding tight to hers as he tottered along beside her down the path, face stretching in a smile that looked stunningly like his father’s when she lifted him up so he could give one of the horses a pet along their flank, or feed them sugarcubes or apple slices from his palm.

Her baby. They’d taken her sweet baby away from her. She didn’t know where he was. Or what they could be doing to him. In her mind, she could see him looking around, confused. Asking for her or for Tommy. Crying in fear. Crying in pain.

She dragged in a trembling breath, hastily wiping the two tears that had managed to escape from her eyes.

Was taking Grace away from them really not adequate? Had they not already lost enough? 

Tommy’s hand was suddenly in hers, linking their fingers and squeezing tight and strong. When she chanced a glance over at him, he was staring straight ahead, eyes glazed over in a way that she recognized as meaning that he wasn’t really there, lost instead in his thoughts. Likely the same ones she’d just been having moments ago. 

She squeezed back hard and inched closer, until if she wanted to be any nearer to him she would’ve had to have climbed into his lap. The thumb of the hand holding hers brushed along her knuckles, and when she looked up at him again, it was to find him staring at her this time. 

His jaw was tensed, eyes so pained that the sight of them alone was enough to have her lip wobbling a little with unshed tears. He drew in a slow breath, letting go of her hand for one terrible moment. But it was only to wrap his arm around her, drawing her head to rest in the hollow of his shoulder, fingers digging into the material of her suit jacket. Still needing something to hold, she grabbed onto the hand not belonging to the arm around her, free arm wrapping around his back.

In the safety of Tommy’s chest, she allowed herself to let out one single sob. Just one. She would make herself to save the others for later. When he dropped his face into her hair, she was intimately aware of the fact that she was likely the only thing keeping him grounded at all.

The car hit a few bumps, but kept barreling along. The terrible silence, like the one that had stretched on and on in that reception hall when she’d strained to hear any sound of Charlie, persisted. 

And within that silence, she and Tommy sat with the knowledge that what was easily one of their worst nightmares had been realized. 

Charlie was gone.

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[sadbigemini]

A crack-y fic prompt but I want to read it so bad! I'd write it myself if I thought I could do it justice. Who knows maybe I'll try?? Anywho, let's get to it!

The Addams Family in a Modern Family AU

What I mean is the Addams family in modern times, being followed and documented by a camera crew

Y'know, like the Modern Family...

Obviously cousin It, Margaret, Fester can all be the extended family but maybe you can even make Addams OCs or crossovers if you can pull it off

Like making a character from another fandom an Addams. Such as, Dazai or the Akutagawas (BSD), pffft– Alastor or Lucifer and Charlie (Hazbin Hotel), Phil (Modern Family), Raven (Teen Titans), Mulder (X-Files), Aizawa (MHA), omg Kevin and Linda (SPN), or all of the above lmao

If you can do it go for it!

Also with the extended crossover family their own immediate family, partners, or even friends can be included. I.e. Chuuya for Dazai, Phil's family, the Teen Titans, Scully for Mulder, or Mic and/or Shinsou for Aizawa

Anywho, imagine interviews of Wednesday Addams. I feel like at the beginning she'd just stare at the camera man in silence. I could also see her strapping Pugsley into the electric chair in another lol

The camera is always cutting off bc Gomez and Morticia keep going at it

There's like a cooking segment with Grandma. The camera crew exclusively eat fast food after that tho Wednesday and Fester would probably find ways to poison it

I think Margaret would be the most normal in interviews and Pugsley might be a close second Idk

Gomez would sword fight his interviewer

Gardening segment with Morticia

In interviews Lurch would just stare at the camera before abruptly getting up to do his job

In interviews Thing would do sign language and rapidly if he was upset

Oh, have something about 'Eat The Rich' they would be so excited to be on the chopping block and devastated if they were excluded

Just like Modern Family they film at multiple locations and/or residences

The camera crew are fearing for their lives but at the end of it they are like honorary Addams. They also become used to and almost immune to their antics by the end of it all

[apparitional-lesbian]

you are like an angel: a fanmix for scott and rogue from x-men: evolution [listen: spotify]

(scogue is taking over my mind, so here's a fanmix... happy easter!)

tracklist below cut

"Blinded By The Light" - Bruce Springsteen

"She's So Tough" - Walter Egan

"Angel" - Monica

"Cynical Girl" - Marshall Crenshaw

"Turn Me Around" - Chi Coltrane

"Fear of Flying" - Charlie Dore

"To Know Him Is To Love Him" - Dolly Parton, Linda Ronstadt, & Emmylou Harris

"Bitter With The Sweet" - Carole King

"Someday, Someway" - Marshall Crenshaw

"You Can Look (But You Better Not Touch)" by Bruce Springsteen

"Anna Marie" - Susan Jacks

"The Moth" by Aimee Mann

"Hungry Heart" by Bruce Springsteen

"All Of Us" - Big Country

"I Keep It To Myself" - Monica

"Hurt So Bad" - Linda Ronstadt

"Don't Touch Me" - Jeannie Seely

"If You Love Me (Let Me Know)" - Olivia Newton-John

"So Tough" - Karen Lawrence & The Pinz

"Mary Anne" - Marshall Crenshaw

"Sweet South Breeze" - Walter Egan

"Lay All Your Love On Me" - ABBA

[pico-digital-studios]

Into, Across and Beyond!: Hypothetical Casting and Theme Songs

I was having a bit of a think about who might hypothetically voice the project's cast (yeah, I'm not truly hiring any VAs for the project), and with help from @becdoesthings and others, I've thought about these roles: (Any music themes picked out for the characters will be in brackets like this)

Blur Gang

William Corkery Jr. as OMT!Tails

Ryan Drummond/Jason Griffith as CR!Sonic

Linda Larkin (Jasmine; Aladdin) as OMT!Mina and EV!Sally

Jaleel White as Mini Sonic and Underground Sonic (alongside the other two cartoon Sonics)

MCStudioProductions / @mcgamejolter as Mr. Needlemouse

??? as EX!Alice

Pete Capella ('06 Silver) as D-Sides Mighty

Lisa Ortiz as Black Knight Amy

Drift & Miss (Sonic GT) as CU!Sonic

Natalia Wojcik (Annie, Little Einsteins) as CU!Sonia

Ashleigh Ball as Nine

Emma Watson (Hermione, Harry Potter) as CR!Sonia

Jake Lloyd (Anakin, Star Wars Episode I) as CR!Manik

Daniel Radcliffe (Harry Potter) as Nitro/Chris Smith (Year 1 for every version of the character under 14, and Year 2+ for those aged 14 and over)

(Where Fire Lives from Natlan (Heosmin Remix); Nitro.DLL)

SFG1235 as Antho

??? as Ex-Prince Brian

Nominal Dingus as Hog

Sarah Grace Stiles (Spinel; Steven Universe) as Wacky

??? as Devy

??? as Smol Devy

Nicole Tompkins (Jack-O, Guilty Gear -Strive-) as Trip

Quill Society

Jason Griffith (Sonic (X to Unleashed)) as EV!Sonic and X!Sonic

Mae Whitman (Agent Xero; The Modifyers) as Tekno

??? as Amy Rouge

??? as Zonic

??? as CD Alt Ending Sonic

Lacey Chabert as E-21

Christopher Daniel Barnes (Miguel; Edge of Time) as Lost Memory Sonic

??? as Turbo

??? as Fiona

Alex Ness (Blaster-Tron; Skylanders) as Emperor Metallix

Roger Craig Smith as LEGO Sonic

@gemontumb as Tlels

Andi Lott as Carol Tea

??? as Sarah Henderson

??? as Barry

??? as Milly

Adam McArthur (Yuji Itadori; Jujutsu Kaiden) as Blitz!Tails

Martin Burke as Sonic.RAW

Lisa Ortiz as Superstars Amy

Bill Wise as OVA Knux

Martin Burke as OVA Sonic

??? as Rob O' the Hedge

??? as Water Sonic

??? as Fleetway Amy

??? as Stella the Cat

Ashleigh Ball (Applejack; My Little Pony FiM) as Bunnie Rabbot

??? as Nicky Parlouzer

Charles Martinet / Juno Songs as Somari

Abluemoon88 as Sara

Max "LandyRS" Henderson as Chaos Adventure Sonic

Mel Blanc as S1 Fang the Sniper

Kristin Fairlie (Bridgette; Total Dramarama) as Millie the Fox

Villains

One More Chance

Ike Amadi (The Darkness, Skylanders: Superchargers) as Sonic.OMT

One More Hero

@becdoesthings as Eggman Nega

??? as Shadow Emerl / Uma Arachnis

Stephanie Sheh as Zeena

Erica Mendez (Ryuko Matoi, Kill la Kill) as Surge

Christopher Pellegrini as Johnny

Prequel Points

Charlie Adler (both his Snively and Corroder roles) as Snively

Long John Baldry as Dr. Beeman and AOSTH Robotnik

More than One Universe

??? as Shalian

??? as Crossover Realm Corrupt

??? as Talrareth

??? as AVA!Corrupt

??? as Richard Ambersilve

@jordangaming101 as Sonath

??? as Curse

Into the Sonic-verse

??? as Dr. Finitevus

Phil Hayes as Scratch

Garry Chalk as Grounder

Ian James Corlett as Coconuts

Max "LandyRS" Henderson as Scourge

Suzy Finn as Rosy

Arion "MiiToons" Rashad as Walter Naugus

Maurice LaMarche as Sleet

Peter Wilds as Dingo

Matt Hoverman as Dark Oak

Kirk Thornton as Boom Shadow

Jacaris (Vs. Sonic.exe) as Fleetway Super Sonic

??? as Kit

Lee Majdoub as Agent Stone (who replaces Aaron Davis from Earth-199999)

??? as Superstars Fang

Many More Heroes / Cosmic Discoveries

??? as Gemerl / Anti-Miles

??? as Chaos Emerl / Speedy

??? as Crimtake

kkirby99 as most of the Hues of Metal

??? as Legends/Nexus Robotnik

Tails of Trials

??? as Dr. EggOmega

MaimyMayo as Original Sonic.exe

??? as Green Mountain Sonic/End

Into the SEGAVerse (and beyond)

??? as Kaiser Greedy

??? as Reala

Other stars

Roger Craig Smith as OMT!Sonic and Boom Sonic

Ryan Drummond as Superstars Sonic and SRB2 Sonic

Kate Higgins as EV!Tails

Corey Bringas as Superstars Tails

Connor Bringas as SRB2 Tails

Amy Palant as X!Tails

Travis Willingham as OMT!Knuckles and Boom Knuckles

Dave B. Mitchell as EV!Knuckles

Dan Green as Superstars Knuckles and X!Knuckles

Michael McGaharn as SRB2 Knuckles

Cindy Robinson as OMT!Amy, EV!Amy and Boom Amy

Jennifer Douillard as SRB2 Amy

Sarah Wulfeck as OMT!Cream

Michelle Ruff as EV!Cream

Kath Soucie (Sally's SatAM role) as OMT!Sally

Deem Bristow as OMT!Robotnik and SRB2 Robotnik

Arion "MiiToons" Rashad as most Eggmen in the multiverse, alongside Mr. Tinker

Max Mittleman (Arataki Itto, Genshin Impact) as several versions of Mighty

Issac Ryan Brown (Gus Porter, The Owl House) as several versions of Ray

Maurice Lamarche (Mortimer Mouse, House of Mouse) as most versions of Fang

Patrick Gilligan (Alex, Street Fighter 3) as all versions of Bark (who talk)

Lizzie Freeman (Yanfei, Genshin Impact) as all versions of Honey the Cat

Darkbox as Exeller and [REDACTED]

??? as XE!Sonic

Tom Hardy (Venom) as Xenomorphic

Clement von Franckenstein (Boss Cass, Ty the Tasmanian Tiger) as Grand Battle Kukku XV

ApocalypseTitan characters

Sarah Nicole Robles (Luz, The Owl House) as Kaede Titan/Detective Ghost

??? as Apocalypse Titan

??? as Max Cartwright

??? as Ms. Brenda Ciprianni

??? as Samuel Ciprianni

Mae Whitman (Amity, The Owl House) as Luna

??? as Olivia Kennedy

??? as Danny

Dee Bradley Baker (Fire Lord, Hero Factory) as Dr. Razereye

??? as Benny

??? as Abigail Razereye

My characters

??? as Lucia

??? as Karilvatch

??? as Amelia Walten

Benjamin L. Valic (Child Movie Sonic) as Evo Smith

Bella Ramsey (Hilda) as Rosie Smith

??? as Wade

Mobiverse

??? as Mobiverse Tails

??? as Mobiverse Sonic

??? as Mobiverse Cream

Freedom Planet

Dawn M. Bennett as any version of Lilac

Aimee Smith as any version of Milla

??? as Carrie Mei

??? as Jett Capriasa

??? as Chiasa Sun

??? as Marshmallow

Undertale / Deltarune

ShyrennVA (Saying a Lot of Things) as Frisk (Glitchtale - Prepare Yourself)

wintermelon (Inverted Fate) as Chara

Sean Marquette (Mac, Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends) as Asriel

Retrovisity as Kris (Deltarune)

FNF characters

Brady Noon (Raphael, TMNT: Mutant Mayhem) as Benjamin Miku

??? as Grace Dearest

??? as Pico N. Grounds

??? as ErrorSky

??? as IAB!Benjamin Fairest / IAB!Soft Benjamin

Bradley Pierce (Tails; Sonic SatAM) as Evan

@yuriharu567 as Holly

??? as Bently Forceloyed (Mr. Kitty - Glycerin)

??? as Isabella Fondsmith

Tracey Moore (Usagi Tsukino/Serena, Sailor Moon) as BluBuni

Funkinverse (only any that have spoken in my posts)

Jerry Jewell (Kusuo Saiki) as Agent Cam "Blueballs" Malicious

Laura Bailey (Injustice 2 Supergirl) as Gracie/SNS Girlfriend

Alex Hirsch (Bill Cipher) as Grimbo / The X

Greg Cipes (Omniverse Kevin Levin) as Kenji Tensei (Virtual-On - Sweet Tragedy of Dreams)

Ellen Wong (Knives Chau from Scott Pilgrim) as Aloe Mano (Virtual-On - High Ground (SoniNeko Mix))

Miscellaneous

??? as Nova the Hedgehog

??? as Daisy (The Wrath Soul)

Ben Schwartz as Movie Sonic

Colleen O'Shaughnessey as Movie Tails and Boom Tails

Idris Elba as Movie Knuckles

MCStudio as Max Chaos

Prime universe and Shatterverse

Deven Mack as Sonic Prime

Ian Hanlin as Shadow Prime, Big Prime and the Shatterverse Bigs

Ashleigh Ball as Tails Prime and the Shatterverse Tails's

Shannon Chan-Kent as Amy Prime and the Shatterverse Amys

Kazumi Evans as Rouge Prime and the Shatterverse Rouges

Brian Drummond as Eggman Prime and Mr. Dr. Eggman

REJECTED

Tara Strong (considered for Tekno and BluBuni, but her irl behaviour leaves a lot to be desired)

Mike Pollock (considered for most Eggman variants, but his controversial opinions on the Israeli-Arab Conflict made me scrap that plan)

[sl-newsie]

American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 37: Hysteria

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/739551758747090944/american-woman-thomas-shelby-x-american-oc?source=share

The next day Thomas finds me prepping the evening pork chops. Perfect! I can get the ball rolling and get to work-

“Between you and I, you are a peach compared to Linda.”

Um, did not expect that.

“She told me her and Arthur plan to head to California. In your country.”

He looks to me expecting feedback but I honestly don’t know what to say. I’m used to relatives traveling around. Heck, I have cousins in Germany, Ireland, New York, and Michigan. I guess it’s an American thing?

“Thomas, that’s on the complete opposite side of the U.S. I’ve never been. I can’t speak for what it's like.”

Thomas grunts. “That’s not the point. She thinks that taking him away will clear his head.” He pours a whiskey and takes a gulp. “Do you like diamonds?”

Where is he getting this from? “That’s a bit random, don’t you think?”

“Do you?”

I give an annoyed huff and dry my hands, giving his oddball questions my full attention. “Diamonds provide even when men’s love is gone. But the only love I truly need is God’s love.” That doesn’t mean I don’t want to be loved by a man. “On another matter, I’ve been thinking of places to travel for the company. I’m thinking Germany, Romania, and Ireland. Then I’ll move west to New York, Chicago, and Los Angeles. Maybe even some joints in the South. I’ll make some calls.”

Despite my upbeat focused tone Thomas seems to be distracted. “Yes yes, very good. I need to get going.”

My face falls. “Please tell me it’s not the Russians again.”

“'S not just them. There’s- Never mind. 'S not of your concern.”

He dons his iconic gray cap and before he stands up I dare to put a hand on his shoulder. “Please be careful.”

Thomas gives me a cocky smirk. “Always am, love.”

If he’s meeting with the Russians then it means the duchess won’t be at Arrow House. Now I can visit without her obnoxious comments. I think I’ll stop by tonight after work.

Back in the country! No complaining coworkers, no stuffy air, no judgemental duchesses!

“Hello, Mary!”

She nods respectfully. “Good afternoon, Ms. Steenstra.”

“Verena, please. I’m not one to answer to that or give orders. I’m only here to check on Thomas and Charlie.”

Mary’s friendly smile turns into a concerned frown. “I’m afraid Mr. Shelby has been away. He missed supper.”

Strange. That’s not unusual for him but my mind still conjures up enough worry for any type of trouble he could be getting into. Is he still in his meeting?

“The boy is playing upstairs,” Mary says. “Shall I bring him down?”

“No, that’s alright,” I decline politely. “I’ll go see him.”

“Anything else I can do for you, Verena? Some tea, perhaps?”

This is a refreshing change from Thomas’ usual choices of stern staff. “Thank you, Mary. Nothing else is necessary. Just pretend like I’m not here.”

It’s a nice day for a walk. Maybe Charlie will want to go outside. I open the bedroom door to the sight of Charlie playing with a toy train.

“Hello, Charlie! Remember me?”

He looks up with a blank expression. I guess not. But who can blame him? He probably sees so many different people from the staff.

“Have you gone outside today?” He looks at the window and shakes his head. “Do you want to?” His eyes widen and he nods. “Okay! Let’s go!” I take his little fist and lead him towards the staircase. 

Charlie looks up and down the hall. “Daddy?” 

The simple question tugs at my heart. “No, Charlie. I’m afraid your daddy isn’t home yet.”

I thought Thomas was looking forward to coming home? The meeting might have run long, but why do I have a dreadful feeling that something’s wrong?

The rest of the afternoon goes by quite nicely. Charlie’s eagerness to explore takes us all around the grounds, all the way from the barn to the meadow. He may be small but his endless amount of energy makes up for it! Sadly it comes to an end when the sun sinks below the hills and we’re forced back inside. Mary brings out small dinner plates for us and then it’s Charlie’s bedtime. I return him to his room where a maid is waiting to dress him for bed.

“N-Night…” he murmurs when I hand him over.

“Goedenacht, Charlie. Sleep tight.”

Thomas still isn’t back yet! As I climb into the hired car I can’t stop thinking about it. Should I call Arthur? Does he know where Thomas was meeting? What if-?

Thud!

Something hits the car and we come to a halt. 

“What the blazes…?” 

I open the door and step out to see a dark mound on the gravel. But it’s not an animal. It’s a person. In a trenchcoat. It’s- Oh God!

“Thomas!” I gasp and race over to kneel down, grabbing his barely conscious face. “Thomas, what happened? You’re bleeding! You need a doctor-!”

“Home. Take me home.” He sounds so weak!

“Thomas-”

“Now!” He tries to yell but ends up coughing. “Please.”

I was right! I was right! Something is wrong! Did the Russians do this? If he’s too stubborn to avoid the hospital then I’ll arrange for one myself! I bark at the driver to help me carry Thomas to the backseat. He’s almost entirely limp! What happened to him?

The car speeds up to the house and Mary nearly faints when she sees the bloody mess. A few more footmen help to carry Thomas inside and up to his bedroom. I feel completely out of place for being in his private quarters but the snap of adrenaline pushes it aside. Mary asks for someone to call a doctor but Thomas still refuses, sending everyone out but me.

“You look awful,” I fuss and try to dab up the blood on his face with my handkerchief. “Will I get an explanation?”

Thomas squints in pain. “I can’t. You can go-”

“No. You’re beaten. You’re bent over. You’re sick, for Lord’s sake. I’m not leaving even with a gun to my head,” I declare and keep examining him for external wounds. “What did they do…?”

“Charlie!” Thomas gasps. “Where’s Charlie?”

He tries to get up too quickly and I have to get him to sit again. “He’s asleep in his room. I was just with him-”

“T-To visit?”

“Yes. I thought you wouldn’t mind-”

“Thank you!” Thomas leans back and closes his eyes. “Thank you… He’s safe.”

“But are you?” My small voice nearly breaks from worry.

He lets out a deep breath. “I don’t need sympathy.”

I’m so close. So close to breaking down and confessing. I love you, Thomas! If you die then I don’t know what I’ll do! I can’t stand seeing you like this!

“You need help,” I say softly. “Please, let me help. Tell me who did this.”

But it’s no use. I already know he won’t risk telling me too much. Damn it, Thomas! You’re going to get yourself killed!

“Watch over Charlie,” he murmurs distantly.

“The people who did this… Do they want something? Are you going to give in?”

Thomas’ eyes open and flash with anger. If he was stronger he’d probably punch the bedside table. “I have to. I fucking have to. Tomorrow there’s a lunch meeting...”

I want to ask more but Thomas finally passes out. Is it from exhaustion or a medical issue? How am I supposed to stop worrying without consulting a doctor? Even if I called Polly there’s no way to keep Thomas from going to that meeting tomorrow. 

The entire night I toss and turn in the guest bed. I don’t even know if I’ve slept at all until I open my eyes and see it’s already 10:00. Thomas!

I hastily throw on fresh clothes and run to Thomas’ room. Not here. I run to Charlie’s room. Not here! Lord, where are they? I sprint down the stairs and gasp in relief when I see the young Shelby playing in the parlor. An even bigger relief is when Thomas’ voice comes from his office. He’s on the phone. God, I hope he’s finally telling the others what’s going on!

“Your place. 10 p.m.” He sets down the receiver and slumps over.

“Thomas!” 

I hurry over and kneel down to look at him. His condition is far from better than last night. Those blue eyes have lost their sharpness and he looks exhausted despite having slept all night.

“Thomas, you need. A. Doctor!” I annunciate. “If you don’t get proper help you’re going to make me go over your head!”

His eyes lazily lift up to look at the clock. “Fuck. The meeting’s in an hour. I gotta go.”

I stare in awe as he stumbles over to put his coat on. “Are you serious? Is this meeting worth your own life?”

“YES!” Thomas yells with as much rage he can muster. “Please stay with Charlie. Please! They can’t- Can’t…”

“Charlie? Is that what this is about? Someone’s threatening him? And they hurt you.” My voice darkens. “I’ll kill ‘em!”

“No!” Thomas stops me from following him. “No. Just stay here! Mary, do not let Ms. Steenstra leave the grounds.”

The maid looks between us like he just asked her to juggle. “But she-”

Too late. Thomas walks out the door with as much grace as a baby deer. Mary and I look at each other with the same thought. Charlie just lost his mother. He shouldn’t lose his father too. However Mary’s loyalty is still tough enough to abide by his orders.

“You heard him, Ms. Steenstra. I’m afraid you cannot leave. If Mr. Shelby says so it must be for your best safety.”

My safety? My safety? Thomas looked like he’s about to literally slump over! But I have no choice. For the whole day I’m stuck here. Every time I try to sneak to a door there’s always a maid guarding it. Strange. I don’t see any men. It’s no use anyway. I’m being kept away with Charlie in Thomas’ castle. By the time night falls I can’t stop pacing the echoing halls.

“Ms. Steenstra! Telephone for you!”

Finally! I bolt to the phone and pick up the receiver. “Hello? Thomas?”

“Verena!” Ada’s rushed voice shouts. “You need to go to the hospital. Now!”

My stomach drops. “Wha-?”

“It’s Tommy! He’s passed out! I drove him to the hospital and he’s in surgery.”

The phone almost slips from my shaking hand. “Christ! I- I’ll get there as soon as I can!”

I slam the phone down and all but crash through the door despite Mary’s protests. Outside there’s a driver leaning against the garage. 

“Which of these cars is the fastest?” I pant.

“Well that depends on the terrain, the weather-”

“Which of these fucking cars will get me to the fucking hospital the fastest?!” He stares in fear at my wild eyes. “Fine. I’ll do it myself!”

I shove him away and jump into the first car I see. The engine purrs to life and in a split second of putting the car into drive I floor it. As I swerve through the dark country roads all I can do is pray Thomas makes it through the night.

The second the car enters the hospital parking lot I jump out and head straight to the front desk.

“‘M- ‘M here for Thomas Shelby!”

The startled secretary tries to respond. “F-Family members only-”

“Tell where the fuck he is!” I order.

“Verena!” Thank God for Ada! “He’s this way!” 

I sprint after her and follow her to a patient room. This place looks like somewhere straight from a child’s nightmares. Dreary gray walls, shadowy hallways, the stench of blood and vomit. How is this supposed to be an environment of healing? Ada opens the door and inside lies the beaten man himself. There’s a metal contraption keeping his head straight. He’s only wearing underwear and a thin blanket. There aren’t any bad flesh wounds aside from a few bruises but his pale skin looks like he’s courting death. A shaved patch of hair reveals fresh stitches on his skull.

“Oh Thomas…” I nearly sob and drop to the floor.

“He’s sleeping now. Doctor says he’ll need some time to recover-”

“He’s alive!” I gasp. “That’s all I care about. Thank God!”

I collect my emotions and stand up, walking over to look down at his injured face. In a brief second his blue eyes flutter and his hand reaches up. He must be dreaming.

“Shh, shh. You can rest, Thomas. Charlie’s safe. We’re all safe.”

He lowers his hand and lets out a gentle sigh. Ada comes up behind me and leads me to a waiting chair. 

“The doctor prescribed opium and morphine for the pain. I don’t know how much longer he’ll be asleep-”

“I don’t care. I’ll wait a year if I have to. Charlie is safe and now it’s time for Thomas to rest. I’ll strap him to the bed if I have to!”

“Whoa, whoa.” Ada gently grips my shoulders. “I know you’re worried about the love of your life but your hysteria is only going to make things worse.”

My jaw drops. “He is not-!”

“Shut it! Don’t kid yourself. You broke countless speeding laws to get here and were practically sobbing when you walked in. I know you’ll watch over him and that’s why I’m leaving you in charge.”

Ada gives me a quick pat on the back and goes for the door. Me in charge? I’m not family. But I’ll guard Thomas’ life with my own. 

I pull out my pistol and set it on my lap. If anyone tries to harm him here they’ll leave in a body bag. Despite Thomas’ flaws there’s still so much of him that shows he deserves to live. 

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Glee OCs Masterlist [A-K]

Name: Alaska Devon

Pronouns: she/her

Story: Untitled

LI: Noah Puckerman

Quote: And you know damn well, for you I would ruin myself a million little times.

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Name: Audrey Clay

Pronouns: she/her

Story: The Band And I

LI: TBD

Quote: Love yourself, girl, or nobody will.

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Name: Benjamin Evans

Pronouns: he/him

Story: Untitled

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Quote: Any you've got a smile that can light up this whole town.

Pinterest: TBD

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Name: Carina Fabray

Pronouns: she/her

Story: Untitled

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Quote: The very idea that you're too kind, too sensitive, too emotional, too enthusiastic, too loving is bat-shit preposterous.

Pinterest: TBD

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Name: Chrissy Chamberlain

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Story: Untitled

LI: Tina Cohen-Chang

Quote: I've been so lucky, I am the girl with golden hair.

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Name: Christine Schuester

Pronouns: she/her

Story: Coming Of Age

LI: Finn Hudson; Quinn Fabray; eventual Quinn Fabray & Sam Evans

Quote: I am holding my loneliness and she is a teenage girl with puffy eyes, and I love her more than I have ever loved anyone.

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Name: Connie Sanchez

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Story: Edge Of Great

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Quote: It's not what you lost, it's what you'll gain, raising your voice to the rain.

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Name: Cosette Chamberlain

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Story: Untitled

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Quote: Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize everywhere.

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Story: Untitled

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Quote: She was sunshine, I was midnight rain.

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Name: Dorothy Berry

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Story: Untitled

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Quote: I'm so tired of being the girl I am.

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Story: Untitled

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Quote: The seats are empty, the theatre is dark. Why do you keep acting?

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Name: Ellie Duke

Pronouns: she/her

Story: Coming Of Age; [Multi]

LI: N/A

Quote: When you grow up, you should be just like you.

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Name: Elliott Walker

Pronouns: he/him

Story: True Colors

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Quote: I want to be great or nothing.

Pinterest: X

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Dance Team: Charlie Fenlon - Duncan Dayrell - Gigi Collier - Hannah Gloss - Lau Reed - Louis Aster - Midge Beryl - Rosamund Gaulett

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Story: Untitled

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Quote: Even in my worst times you could see the best of me.

Pinterest: TBD

FC: Nicholas Galitzine

Name: Garreth Duke

Pronouns: he/him

Story: Coming Of Age; [Multi]

LI: Emma Pillsbury

Quote: Be the reason someone feels welcomed, seen, heard, valued, loved and supported.

Pinterest: TBD

FC: Paul Rudd

Name: Honey Hayes

Pronouns: she/her & they/them

Story: The Band And I

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Quote: I am bitter. I am seventeen. I am searching for the exit.

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Name: Jake Berry

Pronouns: he/him

Story: Untitled

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Quote: Be gentle with me. I'm more delicate than I look.

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Name: Jean St James

Pronouns: she/her

Story: The Rose Song

LI: Various Shitty Boyfriends; Tilly Mist

Quote: How silly of me to forget that I am the love of my life.

Pinterest: TBD

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Name: Jennifer Glynn

Pronouns: she/her

Story: Untitled

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Quote: How can I ask anyone to love me when all I do is beg to be left alone?

Pinterest: TBD

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Name: Kathleen Bao

Pronouns: she/her

Story: Untitled

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Quote: Just because my dreams are different than yours doesn't mean they're unimportant.

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Story: Untitled

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Quote: Gonna find the strength, find the melody, 'cause you showed me how to do it.

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Name: Kipp Hudson

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Story: Untitled

LI: Noah Puckerman; Brittany Pierce; endgame Mike Chang

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