#claudette hit man

[kaizsche]

（ ﾟ Дﾟ) HIT MAN (2024)

[mvltisstuff]

I had an idea for you... if it sparks inspiration...

I was thinking something with Jonah the crazy dude from season 5... maybe the reader has a really minor heart condition that doesn’t really cause any issues day to day but she gets attacked by Jonah instead of Chim and he almost can’t restart her heart. Buck and Eddie know something is wrong (maybe she was suppose to hang out with them but doesn’t show) so they have Athena track her phone and they all go save her and catch Jonah. She ends up in the hospital for a while because it causes some complications for her preexisting condition.

heart like yours - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

a/n: sorry if there is inaccurate information, but i’ll try my best :)

y/n could tell by the tightness and eerie sense in the air that something would go wrong. usually, you know when you’re doing the right thing, but something felt completely different. the darkness of the night filled her apartment as she stepped into the quiet room.

once the door was shut softly behind her, she turned around to put her jacket on the hook. it all happened so fast, the impact on her head and the quick face in front of her. the villainous eyes of her coworker and blonde swoops of his shirt hair. she didn’t even have time to process the attack. it was going to be a battle against him to get out of this situation, alone.

jonah is smart, too smart, almost. he knows exactly what buttons to press to cause a complete catastrophe. y/n is smarter, though. from the beginning she knew jonah had something off about him. hen and chim believed her, but she didn’t say anything to the others. buck hates when she puts herself in danger, despite her job being almost the exact definition. y/n did the research on jonah with the partners, finding more suspicious information on the man.

y/n had no idea about all the drugs that were being pumped through her. her unconscious body on the table almost made a smile creep up on jonah’s face. the sweet sight of revenge, but somehow still claims he’s a hero. her body was jumping back and forth from death, almost touching the line before she was pulled back. jonah tortured her with ease, confident in his abilities to bring her back. what jonah didn’t know, is that he’s nowhere near being able to save her.

everyday from when y/n was born, her parents always told her about how lucky she is. the minor condition in her heart had become nothing severe, placing her life in barely any risk. it could’ve been worse, taking her life or forcing her to deal with day-to-day challenges. instead, she got to pursue her dreams of being a firefighter with no heart condition to hold her back. she was hardly ever reminded of her condition, until jonah started to play with her heart like a toy. jonah thinks so fondly of himself. so fondly, that he was taken aback at the lack of beating from her heart.

he always restarts it. he’s almost always able to, and he figured she got herself into this mess. the continuous flatline shot through his ears, making the so-called “hero” panic. when he thought about it, he couldn’t save claudette. maybe y/n would just have to end up like her, too weak to save herself.

jonah thought he was safe, being able to clean up the mess he made. his intelligence clearly hit a maximum, not remembering that y/n has people waiting for her all the time.

buck and eddie had arranged for them all to hang out that night. y/n was so distracted with jonah and his antics, so she figured it would be nice to get out for a little bit. their shift times had been rearranged, ending y/n’s early and leaving her to deal with the mess. the moment y/n’s phone went straight to voicemail, buck knew something was wrong. she always lights up when he calls, being delighted to hear his voice especially when they haven’t been seeing each other. he brought his concerns to eddie, who maturely tried to ease his worries. eddie knows all too well how much buck is enamored with y/n. he loves her more than anything he’s every known, and he’s not afraid to show it. he doesn’t know what buck would do without her. so, when y/n declines both of their calls, they immediately turn to a worried stance and try to find her.

they pull up to her apartment, seeing her car and none of her things inside. they walk cautiously up to the door, buck praying that she just fell asleep and she would be alright. his heart thumped in his chest, and little did he know his girlfriends wasn’t. his blood ran cold when the door was cracked open, running up to her apartment and running inside. all of her items like her purse, her bags, had all been abandoned in their normal spots.

“buck?” eddie catches up. “is she…” he pauses, looking around to see no signs of one of his best friends. “here.”

buck still just looks around in a frantic search for y/n. “eddie, shes not here,” he knows he’s pointing out the obvious, but he knows shes in severe danger when the door was opened and all her stuff was around. his breathing starts to pick up, gathering y/n’s purse before stepping back under the doorframe.

“hey, man,” eddie tries to calm buck down despite his own anxieties. the whole apartment is filled with uncanny feeling, every movement just making the guys feel more freakish. “do you think she just went down to the front or something?”

“she wouldn’t leave her things here and that door is wide open,” buck says. “eddie, what if someone broke in and found her- i dont wan- i dont want to jump to anything but jonah’s been on top of her case lately and i can’t even thin-“

“buck, listen,” eddie tells him, placing his hands on his shoulders. “relax, we’re going to find her.”

“i know who we need,” the idea chimes in bucks head. “we need athena, eddie. she knows exactly how to find her.”

buck sped over like he was in his own cop car, athena luckily still being on duty when he pulled over. he rushed in, eddie trailing behind him scoping out the sergeant. when he finally landed his eyes on her, buck was jogging over to her and she could see the pure fright he had in his eyes. “buck? what is going on here?”

“y/n’s gone,” buck spits out, putting a shocked look on athena’s face. “she didn’t answer any calls, and her door was wide open when we got to her apartment. nothing else was missing though.”

“you didn’t try to contact her through anything else?”

“no, and her car was there too,” eddie adds, making athena sigh and look over to her fellows.

“im going to send people to her apartment, make sure she’s truly missing, and maybe they can find more there,” athena starts, automatically knowing how to deal with the situation. “you need to tell me anything you can, even if you think its small, it’s not.”

buck started by giving her phone number and any way that she could access any of the data in y/n’s phone. they took it over to the people trained to track them, and they found several different spots. “it looks like she stopped here,” the man working at the computer starts. “and then i just see that she went home. that was at 9:37, though. it still has to update.”

buck waited painfully for the software to download anything else, he knows she’s not at home safe, where she should be. when the screen blinked and flashed again, the little dot of her location had changed again. “this says, 9:52, she was at 152 canal at that time. sound familiar?”

“can you check someone elses address?” eddie asks, seeing bucks disoriented state of mind.

“we should, as long as they have it in the files.”

“jonah greenway, where does he live?”

athena steps away, accepting something through her radio. unfortunately, every word is staticky but heard by buck and eddie. “sergeant grant, we’ve found something swept under the kitchen island, it looked like the over of a syringe or something alone those lines.”

the red and blue lights shined over y/n’s body, causing jonah to freeze. he considered every option, running or just giving himself up. the thick knocks on the door yanked him from his thoughts. he was scared, but the major part of him thought he did the right thing. he wanted revenge, and that’s exactly what he got.

the mob of officers made their way into the home, pulling their weapons up to face jonah, who willingly put his hands in the air, dropping the paddles to the machine. they walked up briskly to him, grabbing his hands to put them behind him. the paramedics moved to y/n, prioritizing her illness and the danger she was in.

buck was physically held back by other officers, just wanting to run in and save y/n. he knew the night would be bad, but he never imagined that he’d lose her. when jonah walked out of the house, being held by two burly officers, the next events of the night unfolded. bobby stood over jonah, swinging a clean punch across his face. that became a blur, though, when the small wheels of the stretcher came into view.

her eyes were shut, her body was unnaturally relaxed. hen, chimney, and eddie all watched it unfold, looking at buck and his glossy eyes. bobby stood hand in hand with athena, who looked at the man completely in love with y/n crumple to pieces. buck didn’t bother to look back, he didn’t hesitate to climb into the ambulance.

he looked at her body, feeling nothing but guilt and horror. he couldn’t manage to say anything, even if she could hear him. she was already broken, and he felt like he would just make it worse. bucks been to hell and back, having to deal with extreme stress his whole life. nothing compares to watching y/n in this position, and he wishes he could trade places.

the grueling hours sitting next to her were almost unbearable. the agony of watching her body fight against her mind was something buck could barely take. his sister had arrived, hands on his shoulders and hugging him whilst he cries silently. the doctors and nurses came in and out, switching medications and checking her vitals.

it seemed like no one had an answer. an answer as to why this happened, or how it’ll be fixed. the only thing they could do is observe as bucks favorite person, and the teams closest friend, was in a questionable state. she was safe from jonah, but not from the recovery and wrath of what he’d done.

the doctors came in, trying to speak to buck but maddie was taking the information instead, buck being unable to handle it.

“we’ve tested the drugs in her system, and they match up with what we thought it was,” the doctor adds. “i have no problem believing that she’ll be alive, but we found some more complications the more we looked into it.”

buck looked up at that word, wondering what else could’ve happened. “complication? what complications?”

“she was born with a pre-existing heart condition. when mr. greenway pushed the drugs, and continued to bring her in and out of arrest, it caused the condition to be brought up as an issue.”

“but she’ll be ok, right?” maddie interrupts.

“she’ll be alright,” the doctor tells the siblings who looked back at y/n’s still body, her hand in bucks. “we’re going to have to keep a very close eye on her. she might be living with more day-to-day problems than before.”

bucks sighs, not wanting to hear anymore. he thinks about when she wakes up, how angry and upset she’ll be. nothing was her fault, but he knows how her mind works. if she never dug into jonah, none of this would’ve happened. her career and her life was at risk, and she doesn’t know how to live without working. so, he just waits. he contains himself, preparing to be a comfort for her as he tries to be patient for her to wake up.

when her tired eyes were finally opened, she smiled at the sight of him. buck exhaled in relief, finally being able to breathe when he saw her able to exist again. “i guess he really did it this time,” she mumbles out, putting a frown on bucks face.

“he’s gone, now,” he tries to make matters better, but it doesn’t really help. “but you’re awake, that’s the best thing that could happen right now.”

“what’s wrong?”

“what?” buck looks at her, confusion written on his face. “you- you almost died, y/n. you did, a few times pretty much! he tried to kill you.”

“but i’m okay now.”

“y/n,” he starts, looking sadly at her. “the amount of shit he put into you…” he pauses, trying to figure out how to tell her. “your condition, it’s more severe now.”

“what do you mean more severe?” her face has fallen again, the scared disposition returning.

“the doctor said it’ll start to appear more in your life as an issue. you’ll have more symptoms.” he notices the increasing anxiety in her eyes, feeling terrible that he had to tell this to her. “hey, listen,” he says when he notices her starting to spiral in her own head. “you’re alive. you’re safe now.”

“but what does this mean? what about work? i’ve been fine for all these years, my life can’t just change overnight,” she cries, feeling unexplainable emotion.

“we’ll figure it out, i promise,” he lifts her hand, planting his lips on it while trying to bring her back down. “you and me, no matter what.”

days turned into weeks in the hospital. the doctors were too unsure about her condition to send her home without being supervised. every day, she was sent in for tests and more blood was taken. it became a new, awful pattern of being stuck in the four walls of her hospital room. she tried to entertain herself alone, but she just wanted her man. the man who keeps her safe, the one who makes her happy. now, she was left with visits between shifts and texts and calls.

buck was there every day, eventually having to go back to work after a few weeks. he tried to be there for every treatment, trying to take off work to be there with her. she wanted to be at work with him, doing what she loved and saving people’s lives. buck reminds her every day about the people she saved from jonah. he’s there when she falls asleep, holding her hand and whispering sweet nothings to her as she drifts off.

she couldn’t do any of this without buck and even her team. every time they all came around to see her, the day became brighter and she felt better. she waited for the day she could leave and go back to her regular life, but having the love of her life next to her made it a little more tolerable.

[juliusceasersblog]

Mea-culpa

Warning, this is the first fanfiction I've written since 2021.... anyway!!

In this story, y/n is a not so innocent nun. She and the "beloved" Archdeacon of Paris are close. *Extremely* close.

Kinks ( innocence, degradation, sadism, masochist, size difference, breeding, orgasm control, age play )

Click, click, clack

The noise vibrated through the Cathedral as she walked. Pushing through the doors of the kitchen where Reverend mother Jaqueline was waiting.

"Those shoes of yours are absolutely far too loud, sister y/n." The stout woman replied as she walked over to younger girl.

"My apologies, Reverend mother..'' she spoke with a slight whimper at the end of her sentence. "They were given to me by my late sister. She passed of the pox." Y/n spoke with a shutter.

"I know child. You told me when you were in your novice training." The greying lady spoke. "I did?" Y/n shrugged. "I must've forgotten about it." The nun shrugged again.

"Archdeacon Frollo is requesting your presence in the hall of justice. Questions about the orphans singing at the Christmas mass." Reverend mother explained.

The Young nun sighed. "He couldn't call on sister Margaret?'' Y/n called out as she busied herself with pulling a cloth off rising sour dough. "He told me he'd like to talk to you in specific." Reverend mother explained.

"Alright. I suppose we did Have a rather interesting conversation at Thanksgiving mass." Y/n explained with a smile.

"Oh goodness. I suppose I should get going if Archdeacon Frollo would like to speak to me before the midnight bells begin to ring." Y/n laughed. "I'll see you in confession Reverend mother." The young girl smiled as she walked out of the kitchen.

The walk to The hall of justice was a cold one. Frost had accumulated around the windows of the Cathedral and as y/n threw her dark wool coat on. A ring of fur was around the collar of the coat. Another gift from Claudette. Y/n's late sister.

Y/n exited the Cathedral and the cold air of the parisian winter hit her in the face. The walk to The palace of justice was not a lengthy walk by any means.

But as y/n walked up the steps of the hall. Raising her hand to knock on the door. But before her fist could meet the door. A young soldier opened the door.

His blonde hair was rested against his head as a halo would rest against a angels head. "Hello, sister. I don't believe we know eacho-'' the young man was inturrupted ny the sister.

"Captian, we have met on several occasions. At Thanksgiving mass and at the children's benefit last week. Phoebus. Am I correct?'' Y/n said with a small smile spreading across her face. A light blush across her cheeks now.

"Oh- yes- your the one who I pulled under the stai-" the capitan cleared his throat as a hand was pressed to his shoulder. Spindly fingers that were adorned with rings and such.

"Ah, capitan Phoebus. Nice to see that you've found the woman of the hour." The Archdeacon snapped. "I've been waiting well over an hour for you. Sister." Claude clapped quickly. Escorting her up to his office.

The Archdeacon pressed the door of his office shut. Humming and handing y/n a paper. A large scroll of parchment with 3 unsigned signature marks. "Here.'' He said.

Pointing at the spot where the sister had to sign. "I need Reverend mothers signature as well." Claude explained as y/n dipped her quill in ink and Began to write her name.

"Of course, these things must be in order for the matron of the orphanage. She expects everything in pristine order. Although she is paying for none of it.'' Frollo laughed stiffly.

"Thats unfortunate. I suppose they don't have much money.'' Y/n shrugged as she handed the parchment back to Claude with a small smile.

"I do have to wonder. Sister. About something I over heard.." the Archdeacon started out. "With your novice training, you are not supposed to be having any sexual relations. And as I've seen on several occasions. You clearly aren't following any of your training." Claude smirked as he stalked towards the young lady.

"Excuse me? How dare to talk to me like that. This is highly inappropriate conduct." The sister shuttered. Had he seen captian Phoebus on his knees. Eating her out as the churchgoers got the holy communion.

"If you don't want you and your .. sun-god to be exposed to the entire church. I suppose you give me what." The older man smirked. Standing behind the sister.

"Your just like the rest of them aren't you? Men, you all want the same thing in the end.'' Y/n snapped.

Before the young woman could tell what was happening. Claudes arm had traveled up to y/n's face. His hand colliding with the nun's face. Earning a yelp from the sister.

Her face became quickly red. Her hand had sat upon her cheek. Whining softly. Y/n took her hand from her face. Putting them on Claude's chest. Resting against frollo with a whine.

Frollo took her face in his hand. Her chin in his forefinger and middle finger. His thumb resting against y/n's jaw. Bringing his lips to brush against the sisters own.

Frollos kiss was soon inturrupted as y/n bumped against his desk. She sat down and the Archdeacon yanked her skirt up. Kissing up her thigh. Nipping at the inside. Drawing blood.

Y/n let out a groan of pleasure as she pulled her habit off. Her hair sliding around to frame her face and shoulders. "Just- please fuck me already." The sister begged.

Claude brought his hand to cover the young woman's mouth. "Don't have such foul language in the house of justice.'' Claude said sternly. Standing up and undoing his robes. Black pants and a black shirt adorned his body.

Unbuttoned his pants quickly. Opening his hand. "Spit in it." He said quickly. Lathering his cock in y/n's spit. Groaning and taking her undergarments off quickly. Pushing into the girl as she put her hands on claudes shoulders.

Moving so y/n threw her head back. Moaning loudly and biting on Frollo's neck. "You certainly don't sound like a virgin.'' The Archdeacon taunted.

Y/n scoffed. "How many anatomy books have you looked at to know how sex works?" The sister taunted in response. Watching as claude growled lowly. Feeling his neck being bitten.

Claude let his hand move lower. Circling y/ns clit with tight and hard circles. Smirking as she bit down on her hand to draw blood.

The sister nearly came then and there. How was he so good at this? Was he a virgin. His movements inside of her said otherwise.

Frollos cock was large. Longer than it was girthier. Looking upon the girl as he felt her thighs began to shake. The soft flesh of her thighs shaking as she came around his cock. "F-fuck-'' the nun cried out.

"That was fast. Shall I cum inside you? On your ass? Your bosom?'' Claude called out.

"Inside of me- please?'' She begged. Claude was close himself. His age had been catching up with him snd he could tell he couldn't last as he used to.

Frollo came deep inside her. Spilling his seed all over her womb and kissing her as he did so...

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That's it... #Yolo

[justbusterkeaton]

In Buster’s 1935 short film The E-Flat Man, Buster couldn’t resist making a parody of this very famous scene from the previous years hit movie, It Happened One Night, starring Clarke Gable and Claudette Colbert.

Thanks to @bygone-hollywood for helping me notice this 💕

Music: It Happened One Night by Gordon Goodwin

[g0blintears]

Dark Devotion [Yandere! Dead By Daylight x Reader]

Summary: You are a mystery to both the survivors and killers within the fog. A servant of darkness, a creature created by the entity itself, you are the shadow behind the scenes that provides the survivors with the necessities they need to survive, while also assisting killers with the weapons they need to sacrifice. You are a servant void of humanity, but not one that seeks out despair. An empty slate that perhaps just needs to be taught a little bit of hope and empathy to help the survivors escape once and for all.

Three. Prove Thyself

The trial at Ormond was a close call. The last gen had popped. Dwight, along with Claudette and Steve, were all on their last hooks, and the killer had placed the hex: "no one escapes death" somewhere on the map. Fortunately the new killer wasn't good, however, he wasn't exactly terrible either. Those knives he carries around were easy enough to dodge, especially when looping, but the trial was still difficult with Yun-Jin still learning the ropes of survival.

Still, despite all odds Dwight was still able to escape with Yun-Jin and Steve. Unfortunately he couldn't say the same for Claudette. Although three escapes counts as a win, he still felt like it was a loss. The male hated when someone would die in the trials. Being the smart one, and one of the first to arrive in the fog, he was always seen as the leader. So if anyone died during his trial, he felt like he let his teammates down.

Obviously Claudette knew the risks of taking the killer off of him so he could help the generators progress just a little bit faster, but he still felt responsible for her death. Hopefully in the next trial all four survivors can escape.

Dwight cringed in pain.

"Ow!" He hissed, one hand cradled his wounded stomach while the other fiddled through the medical cabinet. Right. He was still injured. Just before exiting through the portal, the killer managed to get one last hit on him, resulting in Dwight appearing in the medical cabin to deal with his injuries.

As he hurriedly took out items, Dwight wondered where you were. Usually when survivors escaped the trials with an injury, you would be waiting for them in the medical cabin to heal their wounds for the next trial, however, you were nowhere to be seen. So Dwight took it upon himself to at least stop the bleeding before he passed out.

Pressing a wet rag against his torso, Dwight took out a few gauzes, towels, and disinfecting sprays. His dark brown eyes searched for the pain medication, but as he gazed up at the shelves, he felt a wave of dizziness wash over. Gripping the counter, the male took a few shaky deep breaths. His eyes moved back to the shelf full of pills.

Reaching up, the male felt more blood seep out of his stomach, causing him to let out a sharp yelp. His grip loosened on the counter and he felt his body stumble back.

The male was about to hit the floor until he felt firm arms wrap around his torso. Dwight's eyes widened. The feeling of the stranger's arms, it was familiar.

He looked over his shoulder. To his relief, his dark brown eyes met your chilly [eye color] stare.

"H-hi."

"Hello."

The male tried to smile, but the pain in his stomach felt unbearable. "Agh!" He grunted, his hand gripping at his blood stained shirt.

Looking over at the closest empty bed, you firmly held onto the man and guided him over to the rows of cots just right of the medical cabinets. Helping him sit upright, you took a seat on the rolling chair beside the bed, and faced him.

"Could you take off your shirt?"

Dwight's face flushed, but he gave a curt nod and began to unbutton his shirt. As he took off his tie and shook off the white collared shirt, the male couldn't help but nervously gaze over at you as you took off your glove. No matter how many times he's been through the healing process, Dwight could never get used to your touch.

Dwight wasn't sure when exactly his feelings began to blossom into a crush. Was it before Feng showed up? Or after David's arrival? Time was nonexistent in the fog, and when he didn't remember his many deaths from the trials, his memories and feelings just meshed into a blur. Although he couldn't remember when his feelings developed, Dwight did know why.

The male watched as your hand began to glow. Although your expression was void of emotion, he could still see the focus in your eyes. Those eyes that were always vacant of expression, were pools of [eye color] that he always found to be a beautiful safe haven from all of his anxieties.

You were a being created from the darkness of the fog. A creature that served the very entity that would bring him and his friends despair, but despite all that, you always held such a peaceful aura around you that Dwight felt himself attracted to.

In his life before the fog, Dwight was always the punchline to someone's shitty joke. The smart one that people took advantage of. The one people looked at with eyes filled with arrogance and disgust. But you? Your eyes were always empty. You never once showed him hostility or looked to him for advice. You never once mocked him or asked him for favors with a fake smile and a sickly sweet voice. You were always real with him.

Around you, Dwight felt free of judgment and responsibility. Your presence was always calm, and your emotions always transparent. Of course, it was transparent because you didn't seem to have the capability to feel, but nonetheless he liked that you were always honest and that he could just be himself without worry.

He did have to admit though, he wished you were able to show emotions and thought. What sort of things would you like and dislike? What did you look like when you smiled or cried? What would you take interest in?

Who would you take an interest in?

Dwight's face heated up at the thought. No, he couldn't think like that. He had been in the fog long enough to know you held little to no regard for him or any of the other survivors. Your loyalty remained with the entity.

Dwight's eyes watched as you pressed a cold hand to his wound. His breath hitched in his throat and a low hiss left his lips. An icy yet soothing energy flowed into his open flesh. It was a sharp burning feeling that melted at his insides, but it slowly eased away the pain.

Dwight let out a shaky breath. His wound hurt like hell, but he couldn't fight off the blush that rose to his cheeks. Your fingers pressed against his skin felt good in the most shameful way. He had to admit, he wasn't proud of how happy he was by a simple skin-to-skin contact, but when it comes to you, healing was the only way he'd ever get to feel close to you.

It was a cruel reality Dwight had to face, but one that he's learned to live with. You couldn't possibly harbor his mutual feelings for you, but that wouldn't stop him from crushing on you, and with that, Dwight took any interaction with you to heart.

"So how has your day been?" He asked in an attempt to break from his thoughts.

Peering up, you glanced at Dwight briefly before moving back at your glowing grey hand, "It's been well. I've been busy assisting the two new additions get familiar with the camp. They both seem to be adjusting well to their surroundings."

Dwight nodded, "That's good. The new killer is, um, interesting."

"Indeed. He has yet to get a 4K, but his progress has been better than other killers in the past." Shifting your hand, you applied pressure to his wound once more; causing the male to flinch. "Proceeding with the outer healing process. Please don't move."

Dwight nodded, his eyes observing as your hand glowed and continued to mend his wounds.

"It's amazing how fast you can heal others." He commented, his eyes moving over to meet your eyes.

You looked at him briefly before turning back to his wound, "Compared to the natural human regeneration process, I suppose it seems quick, but for me it takes time. I need to disinfect the wound on the inside, restore cells, and use my own stored energy to speed up time and heal your body from the inside-out."

"That sounds complicated."

"Not at all. It's what I was made to do. I need to ensure all survivors are healthy to continue on in the trials otherwise the entity will be displeased with the sacrifice." Removing your hand from his body, you swiveled your chair away from the bed. "You are healed." You stated, before making your way to the medical cabinet to put away all of the stuff Dwight had previously pulled out.

As you cleaned up, Dwight glanced down at where your hand once laid. Instead of a bleeding wound, the male found nothing but clear skin. Placing a hand where his injury was, Dwight strained a smile. Yeah, it's what you were made to do.

"But still, you work hard, and I think it's really admirable how much energy you use just to keep me- I mean, everyone, alive."

You looked over your shoulder, your eyes meeting Dwight's gaze. The male pursed his lips, but didn't shy away from looking at you.

"You're just so calm and straightforward. Always doing so much for the other survivors even if not all of them are nice to you. Compared to someone like me, I think you're amazing."

Dwight looked at you with sincerity. He wanted you to know how much he appreciated you, even if you were just doing the bare minimum, even if you literally hold no emotions for him or the others, he wanted you to know he genuinely liked you and the presence you had in the fog.

But as he predicted, you didn't seem to understand.

"It's not hard work at all. It's what I was made to do."

Dwight sighed, but he nodded. Yeah, he figured as much, but he still hoped that you may have understood him by some miracle. But miracles didn't happen in the fog.

The two of you continued to stand in silence for a moment. Dwight, looking down defeated in thought, and you, staring at him with a nonchalant expression. All was silent until you decided to speak.

"You may put your shirt back on."

Turning back to you, Dwight's face flushed red, "R-right. Sorry."

Putting on his shirt and tie, Dwight got off the bed and followed you to the door. Stepping out onto the porch, the male scratched the back of his head and let out a nervous chuckle.

"So, umm...thank you. For, you know, healing me."

"It is not a problem. If you have any other injuries or concerns, don't hesitate to contact me. If I am not available, you can always wait for me at the survivor's main hall cabin."

"Right."

Taking a few steps back, Dwight allowed you to exit the medical cabin. He watched as you gently closed the door behind you and turned to face him.

"Did you still need something?"

Dwight let out a cough.

"If you need any help, I wouldn't mind helping you restock the store again."

The male fidgeted with his fingers as he looked at you thoughtfully. Although you may not understand his feelings, he still enjoyed being around you. He wanted to spend more time with you. To say he was desperate was an understatement. Dwight enjoyed your presence and wanted to be with you every chance he got.

So when he looked deeply into your vacant [eye color] eyes, Dwight already knew what you were going to say.

"Today I'm going to the killer's shack to restock merchandise, so your assistance will not be needed."

Dwight's smile faded, but he expected as much. Those hollow orbs of [eye color] were like an empty shell of a person. You couldn't and wouldn't ever understand him. That's where Dwight would always snap out of his own fantasies. You weren't human. You couldn't reciprocate his feelings no matter how many times he stayed by your side.

Dwight forced out a strained smile. "Alright. Some other time then."

You gave a curt nod and headed for the forest; making your way to the killer's side of the camp.

Dwight could only watch longingly as you walked away, his eyes trailed after you until you disappeared within the trees.

With a sigh, the male turned around and walked down the porch steps, making his way to his own cabin. As he walked down the pebbled path, Dwight heard a voice call out to him.

"Hey, Dwight!"

The male snapped his attention forward, his eyes moving over to the group of survivors sitting by the campfire. The one who called out to him was Zarina. With a grin, the Lebanese woman motioned for the man to come closer.

"Hey, come sit with us."

Dwight's eyes widened a bit in surprise. It wasn't like the survivors here were mean or two-faced to him like the people back in his life before the fog, but the survivors didn't really call out to him too often unless they needed advice or help.

Dwight purses his lips. Yeah, they most definitely wanted something from him. Why else would they call for him? The male wanted to just shake his head and continue walking, but he knew as the leader he couldn't just up and abandon the others when they needed him.

Letting out a small sigh, Dwight reluctantly walked up to the group and sat beside Adam.

Dwight looked at the group with a nervous smile. His eyes went around the campfire to the different survivors sitting in a circle until his vision focused on Yun-Jin Lee.

"Oh, hey again." Dwight acknowledged, a bit surprised to see her within the group. "I see you've met the others."

Yun-Jin smiled softly, her eyes moving to the other survivors who had welcomed her with open arms. "Yes, everyone's been very kind to me."

Dwight nodded. "That's good. How've you been holding up in the trials? Our last trial I've been focused on looping so I couldn't really help guide you through the gens as I promised." Dwight then grimaced at the memory of the killer setting his goal primarily on him, leaving Yun-Jin to fend for herself on an unknown map. Turning to look at Yun-Jin, the male sent her an apologetic frown, "I'm sorry about that."

At his words, Yun-Jin's eyes widened and she was quick to shake her head, "No, it's fine. I understand. I'm still not good with the generators, but I'm learning with time."

"That's good."

Dwight nodded, his eyes then wandered over the group. The entire circle was quiet, all of them looking at one another as though they were having some kind of telepathic conversation. It made Dwight worry. What was going on?

Among the silence, Zarina was the first to speak.

"So, Dwight, how have you been?"

The male looked at her in confusion, "Um, okay? I guess." He then shook his head, "Is there something you guys needed, or...?"

Min groaned. "Look, let's cut to the chase. How well do you know the entity's servant?"

Dwight looked at her in surprise. You? Why did they want to know about you?

The male scratched his cheek, "Pretty well, I guess? I sometimes help them with restocking and we have small talk, usually on my end, but that's about it. Why?"

This time, Adam cut in.

"Have they ever shown you emotion?"

Dwight furrowed his brows, "Not really. They're usually neutral to everything. Whenever I ask how they're doing they always give the same response."

Min looked at him to elaborate.

"Which is...?"

"They say 'well,' usually. But wait, why are you guys asking me all of these questions? What's going on? Is there a problem with them?"

The group looked at one another. Upon making eye contact with each other, they all seemed to have come to agreement to tell the anxious leader their plans.

"We think we might be able to change them." Zarina answered, causing Dwight's eyes to widen in shock.

Wait, what?

"Change them? What do you mean? How?"

Min shrugged her shoulders, "Being friendly, I guess. Sharing our emotions, thoughts, basically teaching them how to be more human."

"I don't think it'll work, but the others think it's worth a shot." Adam shrugged.

"What made you guys come to this conclusion?"

Min pointed to the silver haired newcomer, "Yun-Jin actually brought up a pretty good point about them. They don't hate us- actually, let me rephrase that. They don't gain anything from us. So, why not take their neutral stance to our advantage?"

"So we decided to come up with a plan to change them into being more human, or at the very least have some connection so we can persuade them to help us." Zarina added. "Since you're the leader and have been here the longest, we figured we'd ask you to help us with this experiment."

Dwight looked at the group in bewilderment. A chance to change you? Was that even possible? Ever since his feelings for you had bloomed, the male had taken any chance he got to spend it with you, but you never seemed to change. You were always stoic. You never gave your thoughts or opinions on anything, always leaving Dwight to fill in the blanks.

But maybe that's where he's been going about it all wrong.

Dwight's eyes widened in thought. He then moved his attention over to the group. "Are you guys sure you want to go through with this plan, and that it will work?"

Zarina pursed her lips. "We don't know, that's why we're asking you. We figured we would ask you since you seem to have the most experience with them."

"We did plan on asking you, then Claudette, Jake, and Meg to help as well." Felix added, "But we wanted to hear from you first."

Dwight bit his lower lip. A chance to get closer to you, to make an actual connection.

If what they said was true, that you had no gain from hurting them and simple existed on a neutral stance, then perhaps it wouldn't hurt to try. But first, they needed proof that you had the capability to learn empathy and adapt into human nature.

The male straightened up in his seat.

"Well, if this plan of yours is going to be in motion, first you need to reconsider the people who have been here the longest. Claudette is a good idea since she's very understanding and patient by nature, but Jake is more neutral with them and he is kind of hard to get through. As for Meg, that's just a bad idea. If anything it should be people who have a better relationship with them, or at least a more neutral stance."

Zarina nodded. "That makes sense."

Min then raised a brow, "So does that mean you're in?"

Dwight smiled, a light of determination flickered in his dark brown eyes. "I will try my best."

[l0sercat]

Is it possible for you to write ghostface with a reader who is a dbd killer rather than a survivor? If yes, how about reader is kind of a yandere to ghostface? Like anytime any survivors get close to him and manage to escape after, the reader immediately just kills them right after because they thought ghostface let them go because “he liked them”. I wanna see how you’d think he’d react to that! ;0 And sorry for the long request lol

I can write for killer! reader lolol

Ghostface with a yandere reader

You gritted your teeth when you heard that Kate survived against Danny. She got to close to him and was definitely into him. It pissed you off that some whore was trying to steal your man. You would show that bitch not to mess with him.

Before you went into a trial you begged the Entity to bring Kate. Your promised lots of blood and suffering. The Entity heard your pleas and granted your wish. You grinned when you saw the blonde bitch working on a gen.

You full on sprinted at her and brought your weapon down on her. She screamed and ran off. A wicked grin spread on your face and you chased after her. She looped you but you managed to get her down. You hit her once again and kicked her in the side. "Your a stupid fucking bitch if you thought I was going to let you get away with flirting with my man" you looked down at her with a dark gaze.

She coughed up blood and whimpered, she looked up at you with wide eyes. You grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her to a hook. You threw her on there and grinned at her screams. You hit her again and again and again. You spat at her and left looking for other survivors.

You found one and chased after them. Kate was unhooked so you went to find her. You found her trying to heal at a boon. You snuck up on her and slammed your weapon onto her head. You then left her there to bleed. You found the other survivors and hooked them.

You threw them all in basement and you grinned. You walked around the map looking for Kate. You hummed a random tune and then you heard hatch. You saw Kate crawling to it. You cackled which alerted Kate, her eyes widened and she panicked. She started to crawl faster, tears fell down her face. You were closer and as she touched the edge of hatch you slammed it down.

She let out a pained scream, her fingers were caught. She was sobbing and shaking her head. "Please I wasn't flirting with Ghostface I swear!!" She pleaded

You scoffed and your boot hit her head you kept kicking it. Blood oozed out of it and her cries were louder. You brought your weapon down on her hand severing it off. Your eyes widened and you laughed. You dragged the bloody weapon against her back, cutting her flesh. More blood gushed out and her cries got quieter and her head slumped against the ground. You the stabbed her in her neck ending her pathetic life.

When the trial ended you went immediately went to find Danny. But he was no where to be found. You frowned and let out a frustrated huff.

Danny who was at the edge of the survivor camp was watching them. He saw the survivors in your trial come back. He saw Kate all shaken up, tears stained her cheek. He was curious and tilted his head. Claudette came to comfort her and say her down. Kate explained what happened and was shaking. You were more brutal then any other killer. But it seemed liked her tits and blonde hair couldn't save her this time.

Danny's eyes widened when he heard what all happened. He grinned and headed off to see you. So it seems he's got a little admirer. He licks his lips as fantasies flood his mind.

When he sees you at the camp he calls your name. Your head snaps toward him and your face lights up. Blush coats your face and you grin. He brings a finger up and signals you to come. You immediately get up and follow him. You walk a little into the woods away from the two camps.

"So I've heard you got a little crush on me" he smirks underneath the mask. You jump a bit a the question and stutter. "U-uh yeah.." you look away he brings his hand to your head and make you look at him. "I'm flattered sweetheart, really...it's so nice to know that your obsessed with me..." He pauses "So would you do anything for me..?" Without missing a beat you say "Yes of course! Anything for you Danny!" Your hands shake

"Then get on your knees" his masks eyes stare at you. You immediately drop to your knees and look up at him with a look that sends blood to his dick.

Ok that's it I think you know what about you happen;))) also sorry it's bad :/ but overall Danny would be flattered and excited to have someone so obsessed with him.

[creepy-friday]

can i request Frank Morrison meeting his soulmate for the first time in a trial? very excited to find your blog btw!

Frank Morrison x Reader

-I didn't know what pronouns to use so I used they/them ones!

Warnings:blood and violence mentions

Everything has been a blur since the fog has shallowed you one week ago

You were previously working part-time at a convince store in a questionable area of your town.

One day you woke up to the sound of the news about the murder of your coworker and the dissapereance of 4 young adults

The guilt made you quit your job and shortly after a black mist surrounded you and bought you to a campfire around unfamiliar faces

"Are they..new here?" a feminine voice whispered loud enough for you to hear.A couple mumbles later she facepalms herself "I don't think they are here to murder us,Steve."

"This is not what I meant,but okay." the guy with a flamboyant haircut sighed.

The first person to "welcome you" in was Claudette.She explained how no one knows why they're here and how to get out,but that "The Entity" will force them to play multiple trials

7 days passed while you stood on a log and listened the sad tune of Kate's guitar until the black mist took you to what seemed like a Red Forest.

You were close to the exit gates and the odds seemed to be in your favor,yet you looked back at Claudette who was at her last hook.

The killer was close and despite the clear despair you managed to save her and body blocked a hit on your way to freedom.

The first trial ended in bruises and bandages,and so did the next ones.You were the saviour of the team,everybody counted on you,that's why the killers seemed to take a particular interest in you,especially one member of The Legion.

The mext match started good,3 gens done and 2 more to go,you could call it an easy win so you fell victim to the mistake of catching a break when the killer was nowhere to be seen.

"You're new here?" a foreign masculine voice asked you,making you jump in return."Easy,I don't bite." (but I'll make you mend in a corner for like 3 minutes)

"I'm new here too" he smiled,taking a place next to you."Who knew we would meet here,hm?Name's Frank." he extended a hand to you.

Soon after the match you looked for the man among the survivors,but couldn't find him.The next trial you faced one of the masked members of The Legion,yet he only seemed to play a game of cat and mouse with you,and you never got hooked.

All of it changed one match when he seemed to close in the chase,finally taking you down.

He seemed to mumble something but his words fell upon dead ears as you desperately tried to escape his iron grasp.

In a last attempt to free yourself you managed to take his mask off and you finally recognized him."Calm down." he stated calmly,face close to yours."we can work together on this."

It was the end of the trial.All members of the team escaped,and Frank remained next to the closed hatch whispering curses and clinging to his bloody arm.You slowly made your way to him,key tight held in your arm.

"You want this?" he gestured to the hatch."Go get the gate." he demanded,still pissed off over his loss.

"We can trade." you closed in the distance between the two of you and gestured to his arm.

Since then,once per trial both of you stayed in the basement and discussed ways to escape the realm,but none of the ideas seen the light of the exit gates. Maybe they were stupid,but maybe neither of you wanted to leave the other behind.

Suspicion started to grow among the survivors who noticed how you always remained the unhooked one when facing The Legion

Frank knew about this.That's why he decided to down you yet to never pick you up nor hurt you,everytime he managed to scratch you with the tip of his knife he made sure to make up for it later when both of you were in the basement ;)

The start of a romance in a hopeless place seemed impossible here,but much to The Entity's displeasure both of you managed to fight against the odds

[imjustasadpotato]

Dating Dwight headcannos

Warning: none but my bad English, my first language is not English, so plz ignore my super bad grammar😭😭😭

Being a soft and shy boi he is, he would love to hold ur hand and lean against each other beside the camp fire, knowing u are safely beside him really brings him peace. Sometimes when he's exhausted he will probably be more clinggy, he will softly pulls u into his arm and lay his head on top of urs, shutting his eyes and enjoy ur company

He's shy, but still brave enough to press a light kiss here and there infront the others. When u guys are alone, prepare for Dwight showering u with kisses, he adores u so much u are literally the light of his dark world

(the funny thing is when Dwight kiss ur cheek he's fine but when u press a gentle kiss on his nose or cheek or lips man he's blushing crazy and cant stop giggling he's just too cute💗)

He will definitely take hits for u, even means he will complete down, u are his whole world he wont let anything bad happens to u. But this time is different, the gates are opened, and the other 2 survivors are already escaped, but ur lover is hooked and has reached the second stage, u dont wanna see him suffer so u decided to find him before he sacrificed, slowly creeping to where his aura show him and seeing the killer isnt around, u quickly run to him and unhook him

"wha-y/n, why are u not leaving yet!?"

"I cant just leave when i still have the chance to save u right?"

Thats when ur heart start to beating faster, u know the killer is near so u quickly moved behind of Dwight and begin to running with him

"go and dont look back, im right behind u."u quietly said while runnning, u heard the footsteps became faster and suddenly u feel a sharp pain on ur side, u down. Dwight finally reached to the gate, but when he turn his head, he saw u on the hook and has been sacrificed to the entity.

After he returned ro the campfire, he couldn't find u anywhere, poor Dwight searched everywhere and asked everybody if they see u, but they all said no, this is when he finally broke down and started to sniff softly, where are u y/n? Did the entity took u forever? He started to blame himself for ur disappearance, his glasses became foggy, he cried so hard that he couldn't breath, Claudette tried to comfort him, lets say that didn't work

"What happened Dwight, Why are u crying sweetheart?"

Ur voice rang behind him and he snapped his head towards u, seeing u smile warmly at him really brings him more tear, he hugged u tightly and started to sniff loudly

"I-I couldn't find u anywhere, I thought the entity took u forever."

U guys cuddled beside the campfire for the rest of the night, he held u protectively in his arm, still sniffing though🤷🏻‍♀️

[breakcut]

"M- monsters aren't real . . . right?" (Early!Fog for Claud? ;o)

Claudette looks solemnly at the ground before them, before lighting up for a moment, motioning for the young man to follow her. They walk some ways from the campfire, following the sounds of humming through the forest. Claudette smells smoke, and she puts her hand out in caution for Dwight. She silently lifts her finger to her lips before pointing towards a log cabin. It looked cozy from the outside, but it appeared the source of the melodic voice originated from this location.

"It's her," Claudette picks up a rock and hurls it as far as she can from the two of them, landing on an adjacent side of the cabin. The humming stops as a hatchet whirls through the air, landing close to where the rock hat hit the ground. Then she appears. A tall, muscular woman cloaked with a leporine facade stomps through the threshold, a hatchet raised above her as she looks around.

Claudette grabs Dwight's shoulder and pushes both of them down to a squat, watching the figure closely as she looks in their direction. The survivors stifle their breathing, The hatchet still raised facing them. The hulking woman shrugs as she puts the hatchet to her side, humming and waltzing back to the interior of the cabin.

"Does that answer your question?"

[gatitties]

Emo phase

─Dbd x gn!teen!reader

─Summary: just a little over exaggeration on your part with your daily problems

─Warnings: none

9 < 10 > 11

"Does anyone know what's going on?"

A concerned Claudette looked at her mates, casting glances in your direction occasionally, David, Dwight, Meg, and Ace were gathered talking about how you currently looked, Feng min was the one who came over to ask you what was wrong.

You were leaning against a log, your gaze lost between the pines and the mist of the forest, a depressing aura surrounding you, you weren't even using your phone, you weren't bothering Jake or Steve either, no messing Kate, you were just there, too quiet and silent, your hair hiding most of your face in a depressing way, a constant sad grin on your mouth.

After several minutes of chatting with Fen Ming, she returned to the small group with a blank expression as a gloomy atmosphere re-formed around you, she sat to one side sighing as if some nonsense was already expected from your part, although the others were waiting for know what happened to you.

"Well… what did they tell you?"

"Their favorite character from the series they were watching died."

"Oh-"

Everyone calmed down thinking that it would be something really serious that would make you more depressed, but now everything seemed to make more sense, it was clear that you were going to be like this for the slightest thing, but it wasn't your fault either, you always have that bad luck of choosing your favorite character and they just die all the time, you thought you were really cursed or something, you couldn't have favorite because that would just be a harbinger of near death.

Which led you to a theory…

What did you check in one of the games, just now, you were in a trial with Yui, Tapp and Ace, the murderer being Bubba, you appeared alone unfortunately, you tried to avoid meeting the killer for now, looking for the other three, good luck hit you square in the face seeing Ace repairing a generator. You smiled to yourself, looking at the man with intensity as if you had telekinetic powers or something, you only made his tension rise, he yelled when he turned his head and saw you staring at him as if you wanted to gouge out his eyes.

"What the hell!? You scared me to death, are you trying to kill me or something?"

"Yes."

Ace's glasses slowly slid down the bridge of his nose, letting his eyes look at you over the glasses, stunned by your carefree words, he stammered thinking that he had done something to make you wish him dead and seeing his state you decided to give him an explanation. Hey, you were a walking demon for the most part, but not someone heartless.

"I'm focusing on you to be my favorite character, I'm checking if my theory that my favorites always die, if so it means that I have the power to cast curses on others."

"I don't think those things work like that…"

And just after he readjusted his glasses, the sound of a chainsaw made them slide back down the bridge of his nose, a smirk on your face as he was knocked straight down. Bubba confused looking at you and the wounded Ace who was crawling trying to get away, though it didn't help much as he was hung up moments later.

And you felt fulfilled with yourself, the problem was that… you were completely wrong, Ace didn't end up being sacrificed, you thought that one, it could have been because it wasn't really your favorite or two, you needed to focus more on marking a favorite. But you erased those thoughts, it's easier to wallow in misery than it is to think of solutions or other things that will improve your mood.

So you're back in your depressed state for getting your idiotic theories wrong, emo mode fully on now, but this time it was so noticeable that even Yun-Jin Lee noticed the shitty mood you were in, and she of all people is the one who ignores you the most. Which leads back to Claudette being morally upright and concerned about your sanity, Dwight coming along to provide emotional support ─from afar— because he definitely doesn't know how to deal with unstable teenagers yet.

"Okay, they are only fictional characters, you can imagine that they are still alive."

"It's not the same…"

"Come on, you can't be like this forever, you look like a depressed person."

"No, I'm done, I'm definitely emo, neither feminine nor masculine nor others, my gender? Darkness, what do I have between my legs? Darkness, Pronouns? Ro/ck, Am I a boy or a girl? I'm a threat.

Claudette looked at Dwight in silence while you muttered things they barely understood, they decided that the best thing was a tactical escape, letting you rant to yourself, hopefully your emo phase would pass in a couple of days.

[augustheir]

some thoughts after watching the shield finale last night:

I love claudette's last conversation with dutch. "all I have to do is deal with this pain every day. and every day that I can, I'll show up. until the day that I don't." the contrast between her acceptance of her fate while still resolving to act with honor and dignity to try to do some good until her death vs vic, a man who's strength of character has gone almost exclusively to furthering his own ends and then covering his ass when shit inevitably hits the fan, never accepting that he won't get him and his team out of every horrible situation they bring on themselves is really powerful.

dutch then asks "what can I do? tell me." "you just keep doing what friends do. it means a lot." dutch and claudette are my favorite relationship in this show and probably the only healthy one. they are true partners and friends; their loyalty and care for each other drive them both to be better. contrast this again with vic: claudette later in the episode showing the pictures of shane to him and then having ronnie arrested, finally revealing vic's betrayal to the poor bastard. vic instilled a twisted, tainted sense of loyalty into the strike team that ruined all of their lives and left vic completely alone.

speaking of, vic's ending is so perfect. I was cackling as his fate was being handed to him by olivia. that very last moment tho what a psychopath.

was so happy seeing andre benjamin's name in the opening credits. incredibly elegant bringing him back the way they did.

of course I have a lot of thoughts about what happened with shane but what's even worth writing down besides how upsetting, unnervingly beautiful, and deeply sad it was. the kind of thing that haunts you for a long time after you see it.

this is not finale specific but the barn is such an incredible set. an ingenious idea both thematically and visually to make it a former church haphazardly transformed into a precinct; it has so much character. I love the open second floor; whenever something dramatic happens there, you have a built in audience looking up, seeing everything.

[aliypop]

Back To Black: Chapter 6

latest chapters : Chapter 1  Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4   Chapter 5

Word Count: 9.436

Writers Notes: Here we are Chapter 6 topping off season 5 and kicking into gear of season 6, 

Warning: Show violence and language Suggestive themes, Smut

Pairing: OC x Canon

( Eleanor Williams ) / Thomas Shelby  

(Claudette Williams) / Finn Shelby

(Virginia Williams) / Ada Shelby

Plot: What happens When the Williams Family makes their grand return back to London from a war stricken France to only find the rocks of war and the runts of crime the Shelby family slowly leaking into their world,

Taglist: @shelbydelrey

1929-The Connolly Mansion

"I'm sorry, what..." Eleanor blinked as Claudette and Finn smiled, "We're getting married, Eleanor," she smiled, holding Finn's hand, 

"We were waitin for you two to finally do this..." Lorcan mumbled under his breath, "Where will the Wedding be and how many people, and who's staying in what rooms and-"

"We'll go to Westerham Heights, beautiful scenery, and it's traditional," Bernadette stated as Polly agreed, "I haven't been in years," she took a puff of her cigarette, "Why Westerham fucking Heights..." Arthur growled, "Why not Johnny Dogs camp or somethin... or like a church." Ada had hit him in the head, "Be fuckin respectful..." she grumbled as Virginia laughed, "Yeah, Arthur, be respectful." her head was on Ada's shoulders, "This just makes the deal stronger," Tommy looked over at Eleanor, "Joined by name, joined by family." Eleanor smiled, "I'm happy for you two. I really am," she walked out of the dining room, the sound of silent sniffles following suit, 

"Darling..."

"Darling? since when did you start calling 'er darlin?" Julian asked as Arthur interjected, "You must really like her. The last time he called a girl darlin was in France."

"First off, Arthur fuck off," he walked out, 

Eleanor was sitting on the steps, those same ones she had left out of Tommy's life with. Taking the sleeves of Tommy's sweater that she now claimed, she wiped her tears away, plastering a smile,

 "You okay, sweetheart?"

"Don't worry about me." 

"Eh, that makes me worry more about you." Tommy sat by her side, pulling her close to his side, her head in his lap, "It was just yesterday that we brought Claudette home from the God Awful Hilda orphanage... and we took her to France, put her in the best schools our money could buy, me taking care of her like I was a mother, Andre and I would... keep her calm from the sounds of war and Virginia." she laughed, "Would tell jokes, and now She's getting married, probably gonna start a family and-"

"You wish it was you, don't ya," Tommy asked as she nodded. Deep down, he knew how she felt, Finn, who barely even had a bit of an example of a positive relationship. Yet managed to strike gold on his first attempt, but Tommy, there was Grace and The countess, Tatiana if he could even consider her as anything, Jessie Eden, and Lizzie he really married to smooth things out with the Luca situation and their daughter Ruby, none of them really saw Tommy, not the one who's laugh could brighten the skies of Birmingham, or dance the night away at any club, they only knew Thomas Shelby and his many titles and mask, but Eleanor saw through every last one of them.

 "You know Eleanor I... Loved you the day we first met." she giggled as he smiled, "At the club?" she asked as Tommy shook his head, "The party with Chaplin." 

"Mr. Shelby, I didn't think they'd let you in." Eleanor chuckled to herself, watching the way it made him squirm. 

"Didn't think they'd let you in either."

"Oh, darling, my father put this little event together." she smiled, "A daddy's girl I should've known." he quipped, 

"A man who's just a scared little boy giving schoolhouse taunts," she mentioned taking a glass of champagne from the wait staff, 

"Are you Williams always this flashy."

"Flashy... Oh, I forgot you wouldn't understand you're still new money," she said, watching Grace dance with Andre. If only Andre liked women, the two would've been such a lovely pair.

 "And you forget you're talking to Tommy fucking Shelby."

"Such big words for a rather small feeling man," setting her glass down, she took Thomas by the hand, taking him to the middle of the dance floor. Grace had her eyes on the pair, watching as if she had daggers in her eyes. Of course, Eleanor loved it, and it only provoked her more to get under Tommy's skin, 

"Well, Eleanor..."

"It's Ms. Williams."

"Well, Ms. Williams, If I were you, I'd keep a close eye on your sister." he whispered into her ear, "And I'd keep a closer eye on the company you keep."

"Mr. Chaplin, have you met Eleanor Williams," Andre asked, placing his arm around her shoulder. His glance was on a man who resembled the one in front of him, "Oh, excuse me, Thomas Shelby, is it." Andre asked as Grace stood next to him, 

"I suppose you want her back."

"I'm sorry for how I was that night," Eleanor laughed as Tommy chuckled, "Were you..." he smirked, kissing her nose, "Not really, I was jealous of Grace a little, " she blushed, embarrassed to say it, "I wanted to impress, you, I guess," Eleanor laughed as Tommy shook his head, "You threw the fuckin party," 

"My father did," she corrected, "Either way, you weren't scared of me," Tommy smiled, "Sure, Finn and Claudette 'Ill get married, but in due time fate will play its cards, and maybe we will too." 

Westerham Heights

"Who's dress is this anyways?" Claudette asked as Bernadette and Vadoma helped her get dressed, "It was your mothers..." Bernadette said, 

"If it's hers, I don't want it..." Vadoma's heart sank as Bernadette sighed, "It's not hers, Claudi, it's..." 

"It's mine," Vadoma said, "I'm your mother..." Vadoma smiled. 

"No, my mother was that monster who shot me in the back..." 

"Leslie was not your mother," Bernadette sighed, "Why are you telling me now..." Claudette asked as the two looked at the bride to be, "It was supposed to be on your 16th birthday, but when Louis died and Eleanor gone, I-"

"You couldn't tell me!" she shouted, backing away from them, "You couldn't fucking say hey, your mothers alive, and she tells fortunes!" she laughed, "So it's let's wait on the day I finally find happiness !" 

"Claudette Hilda Dupont! You listen to me well..." Vadoma demanded her attention as Claudette faced her, "First off, you will respect your aunt do you hear me!" her voice filled with anger, 

"Yes..." Vadoma grabbed her face making sure their gaze met, "Yes, what..." Claudette looked into her eyes. She felt a presence that Claudette hadn't known, not even with Leslie. She felt the aura of a mother, her mother, "Yes, M'am..."  

"Just know that every day when you were away from me, I prayed that you were okay, you were watched over and loved," she held her face, 

"Then why'd you give me up..."

"I wanted the best for you. I wanted you to have the life my father deprived me of that your aunt got to live." she smiled, "And you did. I'm witnessing my daughter get married. Oh, if only your father were here to see it."

"I...I have a..." 

"Go put your shoes on."

Almost as if fate itself knocking on the door of Vadoma's Caravan was, "James!" spinning Vadoma around, as he kissed her, "James, Where's my hug..." Bernadette smiled as he hugged her tightly, "I've been good, treating patients in America and running numbers the usual." he smiled, "I didn't think you'd make it," Vadoma kissed him again, his mustache tickling her face,

 "You'd think I'd miss this?"

"How do I look..." white lace trailed down behind her, covered in pearls and gold jewelry on her neck. James had shed a tear, "You look just like your mama did in that dress back in 1901." he held Vadoma's hand, 

"Ya know I knew it..." Johnny said as Eleanor looked at him,

 "Knew what?" she sassed,

 "You was one of us," 

"And how so..." she asked, "Is it the bones?"

"Those earrings ya like wearin so much." he laughed, "It's also the bones." he joked. Eleanor stood next to her aunt's Caravan, smoking her cigarette and watching how everyone was reacting, "Yeah, my Aunt's the wonderful Vadoma, prophecies and all that jazz." she chuckled. Ada had worn black, still mourning the loss of the father of her unborn child, and Virginia was still right by her side, Karl standing next to Ada, the two holding hands. On the other side were Polly and her husband, Aberama, who looked to be in love. Of course, Arthur had been a little drunk, and Isaiah had been flirting with a few of the women, but then there was Tommy walking in with Lizzie and Ruby and,

 "AUNTIE ELLIE!"  the young boy ran up to her as she hugged him tightly, "Charlie, you've grown so big and so handsome," she ruffled up his hair,

 "Did you get my birthday gift?"

"Mhmm, It's a mouse."

"Not just any, it's Mickey Mouse, from Walt himself." she bopped his nose, "Thank you."  he gave her another hug, 

"Charlie! Charlie?" Lizzie shouted until she saw him, 

"I'm so sorry he doesn't usually run off-"

"Lizzie, it's fine. I haven't seen my God son in a while anyways, and is that little Ruby," she asked as Ruby waved. She was a shy little thing but still ferocious like her daddy. 

"Can we talk..."

"Oh, uh, of course..." Eleanor nodded,

"Charlie, Ruby, go find your father," Lizzie said as the two began to walk off, "What's troubling you..."  she asked, "It's Tommy..." her heart sank. She hoped it wasn't about something she had done, 

" Is he okay..."

"It's his usual..." she sighed, "I caught him trying to shoot himself in the field before we arrived, and lately, he talks about you when he's not talking about Grace," she smiled, "I mean, shit if I were a man I'd talk about you too, you're gorgeous." Lizzie smiled as Eleanor laughed, "So are you," 

"But, I don't know if I can do it anymore..." she sighed, "With him and Mosely and the business, I rarely see Thomas, that love and lust we had is fading and-"

"You want to divorce him..." she asked, as Lizzie nodded, "I haven't told him, but I've been seeing someone for some time, and, "

"You want to move on,"

"Yeah, I think you two would make the sweetest pair, and I don't say that to too many women who come in contact with my Tommy, but..."

"Nora, Dette needs ya!" Virginia shouted

"Shit, Lizzie, hold that thought!" 

"I want Eleanor and Tommy to walk me if that's okay," Claudette asked. Vadoma and James nodded, "I don't want to upset ya," 

"Came as soon as Virginia told me. Who the hell is that?" Eleanor pointed towards James, "That's your uncle, it's a long story, now where's Thom-"

"Right here, " Thomas smiled on the other side of her, "Vadoma, James," he nodded, taking Claudette's hand. He was more nervous for her than she was, but in his mind, it was practice for Ruby, 

"Do you think this dress is okay?"

"It's fine Claudette..." Eleanor said, walking her down where everyone was,"

"You could be wearin rags, and Finn would still marry you." Tommy added, "He's right," Eleanor shrugged,

 "Just breathe and-" Finn turned to see her as butterflies gathered in his stomach. She was his beautiful spring bride, and he couldn't wait to share his life with her. Watching her walk down the aisle was like an angel floating from heaven toward him. Lifting up her veil, he had wanted to kiss her at that very moment in due time as the Ceremony took place. Eleanor and Tommy kept stealing glances at each other. Both Lizzie and Polly took notice. Maybe she was right. They did belong together, but only time would tell that. 

A few months later, they had been gathered around the same place, a burning Caravan holding the body of Polly in it. The Shelby and Williams families gathered around, paying their respects. Of course, this marked the end of an era, but at what cost. The danger was afoot, and Eleanor could sense it. Things would fall about soon. She just wondered for who. 

1934 Arrow house

"Does it ever stop hurting..."  Lizzie asked Eleanor in between sniffles,  "No, you just make room for it..."  she hugged her. Eleanor didn't know what it meant to lose a child, let alone imagine that aching pain, yet here they were gathered at Arrow house, mourning the loss of Ruby, or at least those who had wished to join, 

"Have you eaten anything at least, Lizzie..."

"I'm not hungry..."

"You know I didn't eat anything when I got wind my father died. I nearly starved for three days." she laughed a little, 

"Elle, you didn't..."

"I did until I remembered they would much love for you to live life than join them before it's your time." handing her a cloth from her purse to wipe her eyes. All around them, there was a circle of death, life, and rebirth. Across from Eleanor sat Claudette and Finn and their three-year-old daughter Serena who'd been taking a nap on the couch, and Arthur, who, as hard as he'd been failing, was trying his best to lead a life of recovery. 

"Charlie won't leave her room, and Tommy... well, he just wants revenge and-" she took a deep breath, 

"Cry if you need to," Eleanor said, rubbing her back,

"Ada, what's wrong..."  Virginia asked as Ada held Elizabeth's hand. Ada gave her the cold shoulder, "So we're back to that now..." she groaned, the two standing near the food. As usual, things had been rocky since Ben's death. Ada would stop by the brothel, service one of the women there, and if Virginia was lucky, she might look her way. But today, she was through with it all. 

"Ada Shelby, you look at me right now!" the room fell silent, all attention on the two, 

"I don't have the energy to argue with you..." Ada tried to walk off as Virginia got on one knee, 

"Then don't argue.... say yes?" Virginia asked, her fedora hat on her chest,

 "Are you fuckin serious right now..."

"I am..." Virginia smiled, "I would give up everything for you. I'd die for you. I'd leave my girls, anything to know you're by my side for the rest of my life." Ada shook her head, a bit shocked as to what was happening. Another Williams in the family, Eleanor had thought to herself, 

"What do you say..."

"FUCK IT, SHE SAYS YES! 

"Arthur, I can speak for myself..." she rolled her eyes, Virginia still kneeling down,

 "Will you commit to me..."

"I will..." 

"Then you have yourself a wife..." 

Westerham Heights

It had only been a  month, and they all were gathered after a funeral amongst themselves at a wedding. Tommy had been running late due to some business with Mosely, Eleanor, Lizzie, and Claudette  were helping Ada with her dress, "Do you think Pol would be proud?" Ada asked 

"I think she'd say, finally, you two ran off and tied the knot," Lizzie commented as Claudette chuckled, 

"It'd be more like you two fucking did it finally," Claudette chuckled, pointing her cigarette like Polly. Eleanor fixed the veil, 

"Elle, what do you think she'd say..."  Lizzie asked,

"Elle..."

"Get down!" Her gun pointed at the head of,

 "Don't shoot!"

"Andre..." she growled as he collapsed right in front of her, 

"Andre!"

"What the fuck just happened, " Lizzie asked, 

"Claudette, get your father now!"

Laying on Vadoma's bed was Andre. He had a few cuts, bruises, and dried blood covered in his clothes, almost smelling like death had grabbed him. James loomed over him, cleaning his cuts, stitching him back together as the wedding outside took place, 

"Is he okay?

"Looks like a hit gone wrong..." James said, 

"Could've been..." Eleanor responded it wasn't that she was being stand-offish. She couldn't imagine her older brother dead after seeing so many caravan burnings. It was a matter of time before who would be next, 

"We'll leave you two alone..."  Eleanor gave her aunt and uncle a nod as she sat by the door, 

"Andre, if you can hear me..." she took a breath, "I want you to know you caused this family great pain. 

"Your stupid fucking decisions led you to a greedy path..." she laughed, "A dark path, and for what a life so many who grew up like us could wish for, huh..." she snarled, "Our sister's wedding, and you decided to show your face," she growled, 

"I outta-"

"You... didn't... need... me," Andre spoke, his mouth a little dry as he struggled to sit up, "Andy..." she sat by his side as she used to when she was little, "I did this... so you could rise to power..." he coughed, 

"You nearly gave up our business,"

"But you made it stronger..." 

"You had Luca after us."

"And you defeated him..." 

"You partnered with Luca and Leslie..." 

"And Claudette took her down..." 

"You shot Virginia." she pointed her gun at his head, "Don't siblings fight..." he asked as she growled, "You betrayed this family endless times, and you expect me to appreciate that..." her hand shaking as her eyes watered, "You expect me to hug you and welcome you! You couldn't even stand up for me... you let your hatred get in the way. Your fucking greed gets in the way!" she shouted, "AND I HAVE TO ALWAYS CLEAN UP YOUR SHIT, SINCE 190 FUCKING 1."  

"Nora, I'm sorr-"

"YOU DON'T GET TO FUCKING SAY SORRY, YOU DON'T GET TO MAKE CHOICES FOR ME ANYMORE, YOU DON'T-"

BLAM!

"Eleanor..." Tommy ran toward the Caravan as he heard gunfire. Andre was holding his waist, blood on his hands. Eleanor gave him a look at him and gave him a nod. Taking Tommy's hand, she then left out.

 "We're even now..."

"Do I want to know..."

"I just want to go home, Tommy..." she laughed,

"I could take you to London."

"Take me to Moss Side," Eleanor smiled, 

"Moss Side? You grew up in fucking Moss Side?"  he blinked, "I wouldn't even step foot in Ardwick, and I have." he glanced at her as she shrugged, 

"Are we going or not?"

Moss Side  Manchester 

There it was, the bustle of streets and the slight smell of horse shit, it wasn't much, but to Eleanor, this was home, with pubs almost on every corner and a brothel on every other street. The cotton factories blowing smoke into the air, she was a child again, and for once, she was happy, happier than he'd ever seen her,

 "I'd take Birmingham over this any day..." 

"Scared, Mr. Shelby?" she teased as Tommy laughed. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't, "What's so fucking scary about Moss Side." Tommy winked, his nose scrunching up a little at the stench. It was a cute look if Eleanor had to be honest with herself about it,

 "Come on, Birmingham, you can take the stench of horse shite,"  leading the way to the Claremont pub. The two walked across the street, some kids playing, others making mischief, and some making the best of where they lived,

 Inside the pub was little hints of furnishings of the Victorian era, still as cozy as she remembered it to be when she had to fetch her father out from late nights.  

"Sorry to mither ya, but aren'tcha Louis's girl?" the barmaid had said, "Yeah, I am. Who's askin?" If Tommy hadn't been in love with her before, he was now, 

"It's me, Trudy,"

"Trudy Chapman...  Fuckin Trudy!" she gasped, "Oh, now I'm buzzin'!" Eleanor smiled. Trudy and Eleanor had been best friends since they shared a crust of a sandwich together in school,  

"How's ya muva still the same..."

"She's still a bit snide, but nevertheless still luvley." Eleanor chuckled. Something about her accent drove Tommy insane. Maybe it was because it wasn't like the posh ones he'd hear every day in the parliament or the fact all this time how he thought she was a Londoner when really she was a girl from the north and west of Birmingham, 

"Well, Ellie, I 'eard you was, engaged. Is that so?" Eleanor began to fiddle with her hand, a melancholy look on her face. If Tommy hadn't known, better he would say she'd have started crying, "It is," he interjected, holding her hand, "It is?" Eleanor looked at him, his blue eyes looking to the side of Trudy, telling her to play along, 

"It is! This is my Fiance, Mr. Thomas Shelby?"

"Thomas Shelby, like the fuckin politician and Peaky..." 

"That would be me." he tipped the peak of his cap,

"Oh, he's sound and 'Andsome." Trudy chuckled, 

"Well, can I get you two, Owt?"

"We're just gaggin' for a brew," Eleanor said, her head on Tommy's shoulder, 

" A brew at a pub?"

"He doesn't drink Whiskey anymore," she whispered, watching as Trudy walked away, "You didn't have to do that, you know..." she smiled. Tommy shrugged his shoulders, "I rather you smile than cry." he held her close.

 "So you really grew up here, love."

"Right down that street, ova there," Eleanor pointed, "If we were lucky, we could beat the scuttlers before school. Usually, Andre got 'is ass 'anded to 'im ova there, but that's what sisters are for." she sighed, mentioning his name,

 "No, there will be no frownin around me, do you hear." 

"Tommy..."

"I mean it. There's been enough fuckin sadness going on, " Tommy looked at her. Tommy was right, and he knew that when he returned home, Tommy would have to face Mosely, Jack, and his annoying niece Gina, for right now, Tommy Shelby was with the woman beside him,  "Mista Sadness tellin me to be cheery 'uh." she sassed as he laced his fingers with hers, "Yeah I am..." his blue eyes filled with admiration, 

"What's wrong wif you," 

"Your accent."

"What ya don't like it?" she pulled away from him as he laughed, 

"Don't having a benny on me."

"A what..." she looked at him, a bit confused, 

"He means a strop." Trudy smiled, setting both tea cups down, "I run into a few Brummies, including this cute one." Trudy grinned, "You don't say maybe Tommy knows  'em?" Eleanor said, adding sugar to her tea. Both Trudy and Eleanor watched Thomas fix his tea, 

"We don't all know each other."

"Oy, you're gonna be drinkin sugar with hits of brew in it, huh," Trudy commented, taking the sugar slowly from Tommy, "And, you're right, maybe he doesn't know 'im," she sighed, 

"I mean, he's from Small Heath an-"

"I might know him..." Eleanor laughed at his quick reaction, then back at Trudy's, 

"What's he look like?" 

"Well, he's tall, luves boxin, similar eyes like yours and-"

"Arthur Shelby?" Eleanor blinked, "You fancy Arthur?"

 "What's so funny..." 

"That's my older brother," Tommy said as Trudy gasped, "He's the most beautiful thin I ever seen." her brown cheeks had a soft red hue, "Is he seein anyone?" she asked, "I'd love to meet him... Again... maybe naked," she smirked, "Could think of some fun thins he and I could-" Tommy cleared his throat as Eleanor chuckled, 

"Never change, Trudy." 

As the night went on, Eleanor was by Tommy's side, the two walking the streets and chatting until they were standing in an alleyway, one she knew all too well. A shiver went down her spine. Tommy noticed how her once strong demeanor grew stiff and weak. She could hear ringing in her ear and a taste of blood in her mouth. Suddenly it was 1902, and she was 12 years old, trembling in her mother's arms, hearing the loud blaring noise of a gun firing off. She felt empty like time stood still, and it was now catching up to her,

"The Alleyway that gave me the name The Pearl..." she swallowed, then laughed, 

"You don't have to walk down it," Tommy said. 

Eleanor turned her face to look at him, "I do..." she smiled, looking back down the dark alley, "I can't free myself if I don't. I can't forgive him if I don't." Tommy only gave her a nod, knowing she knew what was best for her, 

"I'm coming with you." 

"You-"

"I've let you in. Just this once, let me in." Tommy asked. The two began to walk down the alley, the moon peeping through.

 "So why do they call ya the pearl?"

"Innocence and modesty ironically lost those at a young age, " she took a deep breath, "I was deemed as something everyone wanted, and everyone wants pearls," she laughed. The sound was a bit melancholic. Tommy took hold of her hand, listening to her,

 "But I called myself the pearl because I wanted to be untouchable..." she sighed, "To never feel that way again. Never be touched that way again,"

"Did you ever feel that way again?"

"Not when I was with you. I always want you touchin me," Eleanor giggled, the last flame of the street lamp flickering, "Or kissin me, holdin me even, but anybody else gets fuckin shot." he nodded, waiting for her to notice that they made it out the alleyway. "Seems you did it, darlin," kissing her cheek, "I did..." she hugged him. Tommy hugged her back, not wanting to let her go. He felt sorry for what she had to go through, but he knew either way, she was still the strong woman he knew that London feared. Looking back at her old home, she then took a step back towards Thomas,

"Should we head to Small Heath?" Eleanor asked?

"Thought you'd never ask."

Small Heath

Eleanor had driven the first few minutes back to Birmingham until she grew tired, and Tommy offered to finish the entire way, so now there was Thomas Shelby  with his favorite woman wearing his overcoat like a blanket with her head pressed forward on the window, yet he was still alone with his thoughts, about introducing his son he'd found with Esme's help, and the slight fact Tommy may or may not be dying, or that his love for Lizzie was fizzing out faster than a pop, but nothing mattered when he saw her relaxed state in that seat, 

"Tom... I think I may be in love with you..." Eleanor laughed, her vibrant brown eyes glassy and wide, trying not to fall asleep, "What makes you say that, love." His eyes on the road, the quiet sounds of nature as their music, "Well, I trust ya more than anyone. You're in my dreams. I see us 'avin a big family an," she yawned, "No matter 'ow much you piss me off, I can't leave ya..." 

"I'm not going anywhere either," he reassured her,

 "Good, c-cause you're me, best friend." she laughed, her eyes slowly closing as she curled into the heat of his coat, his scent soothing her, 

"I thought Trudy was Your best friend?"

"Trudy's second, an you're first now." her sleepy smile made his heart race. It was something he'd want to see on snowy days in London when the roads were icy. And the horses would be kept warm. They could spend the day in bed with her looking at him the way she was right now as he'd hold her on his chest, and they'd sleep the day away, no troubles, no worries, just them. 

"Don't smile at me like that."

"Like what.." she looked at him, batting her heavy-lidded eyelashes at him, 

"Like that,"

"Or what?"

"You're gonna make me marry ya." she  smiled again as she looked up at him, "Is that proposal me, beloved?" 

"Could be..." 

It had been an hour once they made it to Watery Lane with the lights still on and the Shelby headquarters and family home. As the door swung open, there stood Lizzie, whose face had anger riddled all over it, 

"Where the fuck have you been, Thomas..." turning to see his wife. Eleanor held onto him, her heels in hand as she was wrapped up his coat, "We left the weddin an went to Moss Side got some brew for tea, an, went down an old ginnel an we 'ere?"

"What the hell is she saying..."

"We went for a cuppa for tea and went down an alley, " she translated herself, 

"What were you doing in fucking Moss Side of all places. Rather you two go to Ardwick,"

"She's a manc,"

"A very tired Manc from Moss Side," Eleanor said. Lizzie then ushered the two in, rolling her eyes playfully at her husband, "Thomas, could we talk..." pulling him aside, "What's wrong..." something in the pit of his stomach told him this wasn't going to be good, after all, she'd already heard the news about him and Diana, she wouldn't shut her mouth about it during dinner, sure he had his affairs and flings for a distraction but, really since the death of Ruby things hadn't been the same and she knew they never would, 

"I want a divorce,"

"If that's what you want, then we'll get one." he sighed, running his fingers through his hair, 

"I'll take Charles with me, and we'll be out of your hair." she smiled,

 "Where is my happy ending..."  Tommy asked, trying to hold back his tears, he did love Lizzie, but he knew deep down she deserved more than to be there because of a child they no longer had, "She's in the kitchen with Arthur," Lizzie smiled, 

"I know about you and Eleanor, and I get it. Really I do. She's gorgeous, she understands you more than I ever could, you two share something special, and she can talk you down. I feel like I only bring you down, dear."  her thumb on Tommy's face wiping away a tear from his cheek, "Please, Tommy, smile for me..." she kissed his nose, "Worst-case scenario, we just simply weren't meant." 

Eleanor's heart shattered for Tommy and Lizzie as she heard from the kitchen what was being said. Claudette and Finn passing her bandages to help clean up Arthur from another binge and fight,

"What's wrong with ya?" 

"I'm fine, Mr. Shelby..." Eleanor said 

"Nah, you ain't. I 'ere it in your fuckin voice." 

"He's right.." Finn said, "You don't sound happy?" both Eleanor and Arthur glared at the couple as Claudette gulped, "I hear Serena crying... come along, handsome," pulling him away, 

"Did I mess up something good..." 

"You... no, if anything, Tommy almost missed somethin good," Arthur said, "Around you, he's happier, less of a pain in the ass, if you will," placing a cloth to his forehead and cleaning blood off it, "You're kind, but not easy to fuck with, you don't scare easy, hell if Tommy wasn't into ya I'd be, but don't tell 'em that." Eleanor blushed as she hugged him, a huff of pain leaving his lips, 

"Thanks, Mr. Shelby..."

"Call me Arthur,"

"Alright, Artie,"

"You're pushin your luck there," he said as she laughed, pulling away as she was about to leave  the kitchen, "Can I be honest with ya?"

"Of course, I think you should forgive your brother. A brother is the only person you can trust, who won't betray ya," he commented, 

"Did you..."

"He saved me life." 

"Eleanor Williams, can we talk?" Tommy said, coming into the kitchen, "Full name must be in trouble, huh," Arthur mumbled, "Of course, sliding the door to the betting den. The two walked to his office, "Look, Thomas, I can leave if you'd like. I'm terribly sorry for any pain I caused or-." Sitting on his desk, Tommy kissed her passionately. He wanted her to be as close to him as possible, his hands wrapped around her waist, looking at him in shock, "Lizzie was right..."

"About what?"

"You and I," 

"Thomas Michael Shelby, where is this going..." 

"Well, Eleanor Vadoma Williams, I'm marrying you." 

"With what fucking ring Thomas," she asked, pulling out the garnet ring. This time, it was different, cut like a pear with the pearls of her mother's ring adorning it, "When did you..."

"The night you gave it back." 

"What would Aunt Pol say to this..."

"It's about fucking time you two got married." Ada said, her wife draped around her waist, "She's right. I've been tired of your weepin about not marrying this man, so in this case, she says yes." 

"I can speak for meself..." Eleanor said,

 "Then what do you say."

"Yes, I'll marry you." she nodded. She remembered what Lizzie told her at Finn's wedding, and maybe this was what fate had in store for her, besides one must never look a gifted horse in the mouth,

 "Who's getting married now..." Lorcan grumbled as Julian  smirked, "I believe it's those two."

"Finally..."  Lizzie smiled,

London

Heels clicked down the hall as Eleanor held flowers in her hand. Tommy had sent off to Canada again to go meet Michael. It bought her some time to take in Arthur's words. He was right. There was nothing like having a brother. And when she thought about it, Andre was all she had now that Louis had been gone for so long. Here she was, giving him the cold shoulder. Opening the door of his hospital room sat Bernadette,

"How's he doing?"

"He's currently doing his exercises." Bernadette responded, "Oh, good. Well, I have news-"

"Mother, you're here." Andre smiled, "And you as well, Ellie," he glanced at her. Eleanor felt small, but she still felt like what she did was right, 

"Yeah, I wanted to apologize for shootin ya,"

"No, you responded the way I wanted you to." 

"What?" she blinked, 

"It was a test." Bernadette smirked, "A test for what?" she questioned as Andre laughed, "To see if you could handle the heat of the company," both of their expressions serious, "You betrayed the family..." she growled, "I did... and you handled every test while in the states amazingly." he laughed, "Even the last one,"

"And you were in on this," turning to Bernadette, who gave her a nod, "Your father and his uncles did the same thing to him and to Andre and now Andre to you," she said, "You not only knew I was alive, but you managed to save the company from my shit," 

"How'd you..."

"I might have partnered up with Lorcan and the Lee family."

"But I thought you disliked The Shelby family," 

"Well, one Lorcan is a Lee. He's a half-brother, he's an artist, and he's-"

"He's what... your type?" she asked as Andre rolled his eyes, "He was a good spy, is all," Bernadette laughed at her son, his face and ears red, "Might be another Romani wedding, I see..." she commented as Eleanor cleared her throat, "Speaking of weddings, "Tommy and I are engaged..." the room fell silent Andre laughed, "You and the Shelby guy, I mean it makes sense, you two are stubborn two peas in a pod, but I respect his design in a ring." he held her hand looking at it, he'd known those pearls anywhere they were Bernadette's pearls from her ring, and they accented Eleanor well, 

"Is it going to be a traditional wedding?"

"Well, we were thinking of a Romani wedding and a reception, maybe," she looked at her mother, 

"And who's walking you down?"

"Maybe Virginia." Andre cleared his throat as Eleanor gave him a smile, "Fine, you can walk me down, but don't go tryin to shoot Tommy, besides I've been told to forgive you," she stuck her tongue out at him as if they were children again, 

"Is that an apology? I hear..." 

"Oh, why don't you do one." she shoved him, 

"Oi, you two behave yerselves!" Bernadette commanded, her Irish accent peaking out from the heap of posh she hid it under, 

"Sorry..."  

As the week progressed, Eleanor and the rest of The Shelby women took it amongst themselves to go wedding shopping for something borrowed, blue, new,  and even old. One of the maids had come downstairs with a chess, a lock on the front of it, "Do you think it's a dead body in it?" Claudette asked as  Ada and Virginia nudged her, 

"Why would I be gifted a dead body..."

"Remember who you're marrying," Lizzie said, laughing as Eleanor chuckled, "I doubt that would be sent to me here," she stated. Bernadette and Vadoma walked in as she took the key from the young woman unlocking the box. In it was an old dress that seemed to have dated back to the 1880s, along with a veil, pearls, and shoes. It was the entire wedding set, "I saved this for you," handing her the dress, 

"How'd you know,"

"Vadoma."

" I read her palms," she smiled, 

"Aunt Pol read mine too!" Claudette gasped as Virginia laughed, "It's kinda a traditional thing," Ada whispered as Lizzie nodded, "Speaking of tradition, go try the dress on?"

"Are you sure?"

"You gotta see if it fits, no?" Vadoma rushed her out, dress in hand, 

"Well..." 

"You look gorgeous..." Ada blushed, 

"Tommy is going to love it..." 

"I think you look alright?" Virginia commented, "I mean, nothing beats my Ada in her dress," she kissed her wife as Lizzie laughed, "If you were a man, I think Ada would be pregnant with baby number 6," Claudette mumbled under her breath. Eleanor then took a twirl in her dress, a wash of joy spreading over her as it sunk in. She was getting married. It was finally happening. Small sobs left her mother's mouth, happier than her own daughter that she had finally found true love, 

"How's the shoes fit?"

"They're low to my liking, but I love them." Eleanor giggled, "I feel like royalty, honestly."

"Technically, you will be," Vadoma smirked, "He comes from Royalty?"

"Wait, what?" Lizzie blinked,

"It's Romani royalty,"  Ada added, 

"Oh..."

"It makes him a very sound man, to be fair, and it still counts Lizzie," Virginia commented,

Westerham Heights

"Two weddings months apart, eh," Tommy laughed, standing in front of Eleanor's Caravan, another surprise she didn't expect to see, let alone know about. Inside it was things she mostly thought were gone, like old toys, jewelry, pictures, letters, and even her favorite teddy bear, "I think it's sweet, actually," she smiled as Bernadette laced up the dress. She was wearing earrings that Lizzie bought her as a gift, a bracelet borrowed from Ada, Virginia's blue tie pin holding her veil in place, 

"You know you could be naked, and I'd still marry you,"

"Tommy! don't be Angin in front of my mother. She can hear you,"

"Sorry Mrs, Williams..." 

"Pretend I'm not her, why don't you." she shook her head, "Just don't make me a grandmother too quickly," 

"Can't make any promises," Eleanor mumbled, feeling the weight of gold on her neck, "You know I would've been fine married in a more comfortable dress or somethin," her mother's eyes glaring her down as she groaned,

 "But traditions, fine too..." 

"Ay, we're startin any minute," Julian announced, the two brothers walking away from the Caravan, 

"You nervous, Tommy?" 

"Nah, I think I'm sure I got it right this time," he smiled, fixing his brother's hat, "I was thinking of settlin down eventually. Don't know with who yet, but..." Julian smiled, "I want a legacy like you,"

"First try not to get shot at so much," he joked, 

"I can try,"

"Good, I can't lose another brother," 

"Am I late?" a brown skin woman said, running down wearing a fur wrap and a gold-colored dress, a bit of cleavage hanging out, her hair was in tight curls, and her makeup a bit heavy. She was still beautiful, running a bit more her heel had gotten stuck in a soft patch of soft grass, "Shit... shit... shit..."  she groaned, "I'm gonna be late, an Elle's not gonna forgive me, an-" as she nearly fell onto her face a pair of hands caught her, 

"Need help there, love?" his accent was just as thick as she remembered when he crossed the bridge and landed in her pub. "I'd like that a lot. I was tryin to leg it, an I got a bit into trouble," she laughed, 

"Always fucking soft patches of grass, eh," 

"Innit somethin," she smiled as Arthur winked, 

"'Ere hold on to me," helping her out the grass as the two fell over, "I'm so sorry!" looking into his blue eyes as he gazed into her grey-colored ones, 

"Clumsy, ain'tcha," he joked.

"I can be unless I'm carryin a fine brew or beer." she looked at him, "You look like you know a thin or two about a good whiskey?" 

"You'd be fuckin right," pulling out a cigarette and taking a lighter from her purse, she lit it for him, 

"Related to the bride?"

"No, I'm 'er childhood friend Trudy Chapman," she smiled, 

"Arthur Shelby,"

"Got a plus one, Mr. Shelby?

"Came alone"

"Not anymore," she winked at him, linking her arm with his own, 

"Is that Trudy Chapman..."  Andre asked, walking down Eleanor, "Mhmm..." she smiled from the last time they had a wedding at the camp. She didn't remember the walk being this long. But Eleanor also didn't care, for this time she was walking to get to Tommy and to start a life with him, one that would be challenging and fulfillment of wonder, "You look pretty in the dress..." he said, trying to make small talk, "So when are you gonna marry Lorcan?" she teased, " Elle, that could never happen," he kept walking her down, "You know I waited for this day to happen, just didn't think you'd marry a Shelby." he laughed,��

"Andre..."

"Hear me out. Once I met Arthur, then saw how Claudette was happy and Virginia committed to something, I realized, you need someone to beat you at your own game, and that's Thomas," he sighed, 

"I may not trust him, but if you like him, then I'll be cordial towards him and his rat family of crime,"

"They're our family too,"

"No, your family," he laughed, 

Standing behind Tommy was his beautiful bride tapping him on the shoulder. He turned to face her. He'd never seen a woman so beautiful except for maybe the ones in the paintings. Andre then lifted up her veil as he gave her away with a kiss on the cheek. Taking his hand. Eleanor was growing deeper in love with him, 

"If it were up to me, you wouldn't be in that dress for long,"

" Tommy, God's watching." she smiled. 

Standing before them were Vadoma and Johnny Dogs. Who was holding a ribbon,

 Placing both of their palms out, Vadoma took a knife cutting each as she dipped a slice of bread in both of their blood, 

"You two will both eat the bread and become one." without hesitation, they both ate the bread, joyous laughter escaping their lips, 

"John, the ribbon, please?" Vadoma asked as he nodded, "Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Shelby," he smirked, 

"You two are now united by blood as one."Tommy kissed her, their foreheads resting against each other. Cheers and tears were heard through the crowd as Eleanor giggled, 

"We're married," 

"We're fucking married," he kissed her again

The Pearl

"You know I wouldn't think you'd want your reception at the club..."  Andre said, watching his sister drink, "We figured it was big enough for all of us. Tommy's getting rid of his house, and it's a beautiful place in any way," she shrugged, wearing a white gown fabric draping down her back.

 "Alright, who ordered the old fashion, an a bottle of Gin?" Trudy asked. Arthur came up to the bar taking the bottle from her, "Careful with that one. It's got a strong kick to it," he commented as she leaned closer towards him, "That makes two of us," the band playing slowly in the background, Arthur smirked, he hadn't had a woman who oozed sex appeal in awhile, yet also innocence, she was a nice mix of what he was missing in life, 

"You, me, the cellar?" 

"Are ya askin or commanding,"

"I'm fuckin tellin ya," 

"Yes, sir..." 

"I think we should head home," Claudette said, Serena on her shoulder, "What if we.. leave her with Ada and Virgina and have our own fun," Finn smirked, pulling her closer. Claudette could only laugh at her husband and his boy-like charm, "Finn..." she said, a bit flustered, "Yes, Mrs. Shelby," he kissed her lips as she kissed back," I guess we could start on that big family you want so bad," Claudette said as she then saw her sister-in-law, "So where are you two going to honeymoon to," Andre continued to ask, her eyes were on Tommy, something about him in the suit she had tailored for him with his glasses in his mouth was setting her ablaze. "Excuse me for a second," she ignored her brother. Tommy had been talking to a few guests, knowing that he only had a reception for the press and his so-called image,

 "Mr. Shelby, may I steal you for a while," she glanced over as she saw Diana and Mosley, the sight of them making her sick, "When I said to move up in the world, I didn't mean with the likes of -," 

"The renowned Jazz singer who has several charities?" she commented, looking them both up and down. Tommy looked down at the short frame of his wife as he held her near," Congratulations on your engagement. Now if you'll excuse us,"  Tommy began to walk away, the two scoffing at the newlywed couple, 

"The world will never accept you, Thomas,"

"They already don't," snapping her finger, Andre came running, signally for Lorcan to escort them out, 

"And where are you two going?"

"To get into some trouble," 

"I should have known," Bernadette smiled, kissing her son-in-law on the cheek, "Think you can keep shop while we're away for a bit? Tommy asked,

"This is my shop, sweetheart," smoking her cigarette as she looked at him, 

"Have you packed your bags?" 

"Yes, mother,"

"Fed the horses," 

"Yes, mother," 

"Said goodbye to everyone?"

"Yes, mother," 

"Have you had Vdoma check for rain?"

"Of course, " she lied, 

The Gray Camp

Sitting next to Thomas was Eleanor, the two venturing out to the great wilderness on his Caravan, no destination insight except for where fate was taking them. Resting her head on his shoulder, she took in his scent as she listened to the sounds around her, "Peaceful..." 

"Just us, no business," he kissed her forehead, "I'll teach ya how to hunt, and we'll live off what we can find an-" 

BOOM!

The strong sound of thunder shook the ground, and the two grabbed their guns, ready to shoot anyone coming for them. A drop of rain had hit Eleanor on the forehead, and suddenly she'd wished she had Vadoma check the weather. 

"It's not that ..." 

"Don't finish that sentence,"  the rain began to pour harder as she laughed, "It's not that bad. We'll set up camp here, under the stars, the moon is beautiful, and I get to be with you," she gave him a quick peck on the cheek, "Alone..." she then kissed his nose, "In the rain," kissing his ear, "With my husband," Tommy pulled her in for a deep kiss, her hands resting on his chest, his around her waist, "Tommy..." she moaned out, his lips on her neck, her skin heating up by his touch, "Yes darlin?" his blue eyes looking up at her, glints of moonlight caught in them, "Why don't we move this to bed?" she rasped feeling him nibble at her neck, picking her Tommy carried her over the threshold of his Caravan. The two laughed at the irony of the traditional significance. Tommy then put her down as she pinned him against the wall, "We're doing this again, love?" he smirked as she winked, "Figured why not. It's been our thing since we first met," she leaned in, licking his bottom lip as he groaned, Tommy knew that he'd still be in charge, but for tonight Tommy would let his wife take the reigns, pulling her hair Tommy couldn't resist attacking her neck in kisses and hickey's after hearing her gasp, Eleanor was driving him insane by the noises she made, but Tommy didn't want to pounce just yet, after all, it was their wedding night, and it was meant to be a special one, pulling away, he spun her around, Eleanor now with her back towards the wall, and her arms dropping over Tommy's back, 

"Why don't you strip for me, aye," 

"Why don't you do it for me..." Eleanor whispered, biting at his earlobe as he nearly folded by the action. As Eleanor continued, Tommy finally found the zipper on her dress, watching the fabric fall off her body. He still was in disbelief that the woman before him was his wife, "What's wrong?"

"Admiring art," he stared his irises blown as he'd just seen a painting come to life. Sitting on the bed, Eleanor unclasped her bra, her legs crossed, dropping the garment, "Why don't you give your wife a show," she beckoned him over. Tommy laughed as she smiled that beautiful smile he'd hoped wouldn't tarnish anytime soon, "You want a show, I'll give ya one," unbuttoning his waistcoat as it joined the pile of clothes on the floor, Eleanor had her bottom lip between her teeth with just how slow he was going, she knew he was teasing her, but she was dying in agony waiting for him to strip. 

" You're cute when you're concentratin," Eleanor giggled, helping him with his pants, 

"Then I must be always cute to you," he winked as she shook her head rolling her eyes, "You're a fucking flirt, you know," Eleanor laughed, taking him by the arm as he loomed overtop of her, 

"How'd you know I  love fucking," He winked as she laughed hard, "Tommy, shut up and fuck me," kissing the tears welling in her eyes as she was still stuck on his horribly funny joke. This is what he wanted his married life to be like, laughter and a connection between two souls searching for so much more than just love, 

"Needy are we,"

"Have been since we met," she whispered, tracing the shape of his war tattoo on his chest. Tommy kissed down the middle of her breast, his hand massaging her perked nipple as his mouth focused on the other, swirling his tongue around the budded skin. He could hear her breath hitch, almost as if she were afraid to let out a moan. Switching to the other, Eleanor couldn't help but snake her hands in his hair, eyes fluttering at the ever-so-long sensation, 

"You alright up there."

"Mhmm," she nodded, "Don't stop," 

"Wasn't going to," trailing his hand further down to the hem of her underwear, another gasp as she groaned at his teasingly slow movements. Sliding his fingers between her folds, he noticed her body twitch and how soaking wet she was just from the little he had already done. Sliding off the garment, Eleanor felt the cool spring breeze hit her sensitive bud. Pumping his fingers slowly into her, he couldn't help but watch how her back arched or the curses leaving her lips, "Tommy ... faster," she whined, her voice breathy, "I thought I was in charge here," he commented picking up the pace of his fingering as she growled, a high pitched moan following suit, Tommy then leaned in close lapping at her glistening, wet slick, biting at her bud, her legs wrapped around his face tugging at his dark locks, "Don't waste any o- FUCK that's it!" her body shaking harshly her climax approaching faster than she'd thought it to be, Tommy didn't want to come up for air, but he didn't want her to cum just yet either, taking his finger he collected her arousal on his finger licking it clean off, 

"I want to taste me on your lips..."  she breathed hard, catching her breath as she brought him closer. The taste was sweet on her tongue. It was euphoric, but now it was her turn to taste him. Pulling away from the kiss, Tommy groaned until he saw his bride in front of him on her knees, 

"You sure about this, sweetheart,"

"I want to taste you, all of you,"  her hands on his thighs, those eyes he admired becoming more jaded with lust, "Then don't waste a single fucking drop..." Writhing in pleasure as her mouth was at the base of his cock, it was no surprise that Thomas Shelby was girthy and endowed with a nice size. It showed how he carried himself, "Right there, fuck..." his eyes closed, grunts and groans for his beautiful lover. Tommy was getting close, and she could feel it from how he'd been twitching, trying a trick of the tongue on him. He came oozing out like melted ice cream, "Did I waste anything?" she asked, her mouth open, "Not a single drop," kissing her forehead and then her lips. This was definitely something he could get used to, maybe even wake up to her pretty lip wrapped around his "You're thinkin about somethin, aren't cha?" her accent getting thicker,

 "No, I..." 

"Tommy, let your heart do the thinkin, relax..." coming behind him as she kissed his neck, his muscles no longer tense. She could see the stress piling up in his eyes, pushing him down. Eleanor straddled him, her hands on his shoulders. From the look she was giving him, Tommy knew what she was about to do next. Sinking down on his cock he noticed how her nose crinkled up, adjusting to the sting of the stretching, "Breathe through your nose," rubbing circles on her back, "I can take the pain," closing her eyes as she was down to the hilt of him, 

"I wouldn't have married ya if you coul- Eleanor Fuck!" he moaned, feeling the slight movement of her hips,

 "That's what I Ah! thought..." swaying her hips forward, picking up her pace, her heading falling back, she could feel his hand holding her steady, the sound of skin on skin and heaving breathing could be heard as the rain from the outside only poured down harder, 

"Right there! Don't st-aph!" fingers pulling his hair,

"You feel so fucking amazing,"  Tommy whispered in her ear, lost in his moans. Eleanor was gripping him as if she didn't want to let him go. Pulsating and twitching, Tommy poured into her until he was nearly spent, 

Laying there panting, Tommy turned to kiss his wife, sloppy and a bit lazy, grabbing her closer to him, limbs pressing together, "That ... may have been the best sex I ever had," Rolling over to his side of the bed, Eleanor only laughed pulling him back into the kiss tracing patterns in his skin, "There's a difference between sex and love," she corrected him feeling his lips trail up and down her skin, the moonlight shining through the window illuminating her skin cuddling close her head resting on his chest listening to his heartbeat, 

"Eleanor Vadoma Shelby, will you marry me..." 

"We're already married, but I'd do it again in a heartbeat," she giggled, hearing Tommy yawn. His eyelids were growing heavy, but he'd be damned if he was the first to fall asleep, 

" I think if we had a son, I'd want to name him Louis... or John after your brother." Tommy ran his fingers through her hair, the soothing rain relaxing him, "A son, aye?" he smiled, "Yes, a son, and he'd have your eyes. He'd be kind, a mean streak in him. I just know it," she laughed, Tommy liked the sound of that, 

"Darling, don't you think it's too soon. We did just-"

"It only takes one time, " cutting him off as he laughed, 

Christmas 1940-The Connolly Mansion

"Louis, why are you covered in mud," 

"John, have you got punch on your shirt already," 

"Where's Esmeralda..." 

"Charlie, have you seen Priscilla?"  Eleanor asked, "She's in the library," he said, watching Eleanor race up the steps, "Someone's in a hurry," Tommy said, his arms around his wife's waist, her red velvet dress pressed against his suit, stealing a kiss he bit her lip as she moaned, "We could sneak off you and me..." 

"That's how we got four children." she whispered, "Besides, it's Christmas, and we have guests an-"

CRASH!

"Serena did it!" was all Tommy and Eleanor heard, groaning, knowing whatever it was that was broken could be replaced, "Priscilla threw the ball! "

"Priscilla Bernadette Elizabeth Shelby!" Tommy calmly shouted, "Do we still have time to sneak off?" 

[anarkissm]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. (REPOST DO NOT REBLOG!)

name: moony.

pronouns: they/them.

preference of communication: tumblr ims, but my discord is available by request since i write on there too sometimes. (:

name of muse(s): claudette, jake, adam, ghostface, pyramid head/james, the wraith, the chatterer, frank & joey from dbd/horror. raven and catwoman from dc comics. nihlus and grunt from mass effect. usagi from sailor moon (primarily post-stars or post-series). scar from alien vs predator. genji and reaper from overwatch.

experience/how long (months/years?): since 2012, so about 10 years!

platforms you’ve used: primarily tumblr, skype, kik, discord, and some lighthearted stuff on tegakiE.

best experience: my old rp group/rpc used to do these online cards against humanity games or movie streamings completely in character. like, played it off as our muses watching the movie or playing the game. it was all random and sometimes i didn’t even know some people there, but it was loads of fun lol. very unserious.

rp pet peeves / dealbreakers: obviously besides the usual rudeness and lacking etiquette, i'm not a fan of people taking the rpc too seriously and expecting everyone treat it like a job or obligation with no funsies allowed. i can't imagine acting like That on this cringe ass hellsite. i personally love touching grass. <3 

fluff, angst, or smut: i guess if i had to choose between these three, it'd be angst, then smut, then fluff. depends on the ship partner i guess, i’m just vibin'.

plots or memes: both! but i love plotting, bouncing off ideas and brainstorming. i've got like 90000 ideas ready to go!

long or short replies: i tend to lean towards longer replies, i always end up with more than a couple of paragraphs. but i don't mind short things at all, especially for banter or crack/memeing, and i neverrr expect others to match the length of my replies.

best time to write: aaaa man, i'm usually preoccupied a lot in the day, and timezones basically means my evenings/nights are when it's like 3am or something for everyone else LOL... so i just write on my phone from a notes app whenever the muse(s) hit and post it later. i'm an agent of chaos.

are you like your muse(s): ngl this multi is an excuse for me to write my favorite characters of all time, because i genuinely want to give them more cool stories and adventures, they’re important to me! we are all probably neurodivergent tho lol 😎

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TAGGING:  anyone + everyone!

[seokiloquy]

Cap’N’Bells Pt 1 - Futakuchi Kenji

Au: Royalty

Tags/Warnings: F! Reader, Totally not a concept I saw on tiktok and wanted to try

Word Count: 1.4k

Pt 1 | Pt 2

Your father coughs, letting out the air he had stuffed into his lung while trying to stifle his laughter. The crowd turns their head to him, captured by his reaction, before returning to the performance before them. Once the hundred sets of eyes left the vicinity of your seats, you lean toward your father, whispering up the length of his beard in hopes he’d hear your words from his towering throne.

“Father. You know you can laugh, right? You hired him for that very reason.”

“I know, darling,” he catches another laugh, making the hairs of his long moustache flare outward. “But as a leader, I must be able to show my kingdom that I am level-headed and worthy of my position. Any stray laugh,” he huffs again, “could mean the end of my rule.”

“Level-headed? If you separate yourself from the reality of being a person, the kingdom will have your head rolling on the carpet.”

He glances down at you, “No need to worry, darling. I lead well and have led our kingdom to prosperity.”

“Still—” As the Jester twists in the air, the spectators gasp in excitement, watching as the bells on his head begin to twist themselves into a knot. “You also need to be able to tell them you are trustworthy and kind. You’ve done well, but they also fear you!”

The Jester lands on his feet but quickly stumbles backwards onto his butt before rolling over his back and again into an upright position. You clap along with the audience, but keep your eyes trained on your father like one of the castle's many hunting dogs.

“You don’t need to recite Bowman’s words to me. That man pesters me enough as it is. I don’t need you to do it too.”

Huffing, you lean forward in your seat to glance over your father's looming figure and meet your mother’s eyes. She shrugged, “He’s not wrong, darling.”

With another huff, you fall back into your chair and watch the Jester as he walks up behind a nobleman who is in the middle of a conversation and begins to mimic the man's large movements. The Jester is silent but expressive, arms swinging and mouth chewing as the man before he continues to babble on. It’s Duke Cunnings that’s ignoring him, a not so well loved member of the parliament, yet, despite the Jester’s silly mockery of the older man, no one reacts.

Glancing at your father, you hope he’ll finally crack and let out a boisterous chuckle and allow everyone else in the hall to laugh also. He doesn’t.

Taking one last, deep breath, you put on as best of a grin as possible. And you laugh. Loudly.

Eyes, everywhere, all immediately shoot in your direction. Even the guards look, metal armour clanking as they move. You keep going, clutching your stomach as you bend over your knees. The grand hall fills with laughter. Excluding your father, who continues to stop his breathing in an attempt to appear like an adept king. Though, you can’t seem to care about it now. Finally, the silence has been broken.

Looking up through your brows, you see that the Jester has also turned to you before watching him get hit in the back of the head by Duke Cunnings’ cane. You wail at the accidental slapstick as the jester stumbles forward, tripping over his feet and landing on the tiled floor by your feet. Covering your mouth, you now struggle to keep your laughter going as the Jester stares up at you with wide eyes.

“I’m in love,” the Jester sings, arching backwards over the bar with a blissful grin, bells chiming as they swing from his hat.

“Who is it this time? Or have you managed to stick with the seamstress from last week?” Yasushi asks, drying a glass.

“Hey,” the Jester glares, flipping himself onto his stomach. “She had great hands.”

“She was doing her job. You don’t even know her name.”

“Marilynne.”

“Claudette, actually.” The barkeep sighs, pushing the fool up by the shoulder until he lands back on his feet on the other side of the bar. “Kenji. Be serious. You can’t be in love with whoever makes eye contact with you.”

“Oh, yes, I can!” Kenji glares, puffing out his chest.

Tossing his washcloth over his shoulder, Yasushi spreads his arms wide and tilts forward in a mocking bow. “Hit me.”

“The princess.”

“HA! Oh, ya. She totally fell bell–” Yasushi reaches over the bar and smacks one of the ends of Kenji’s cap’n’bells “–over heels for the court jester. You should go for it. You’d make an eye-catching couple.”

“You think so?” Kenji smiles, creases appearing on his cheeks. Bells jingling with the little hope he makes.

“No! I’d love to see you try, though. You’ll make a bigger fool of yourself than you already are.”

“Har har har.” The Jester jingles some more as he flops onto one of the bar stools. “Just hand me a drink.”

Your father was going to be the death of you. Ever since making a scene during the last event, and managing to at least portray yourself as an approachable member of the royal family, he had decided that his many social responsibilities should be handed down to you, the ‘friendliest’ of the family. All the while, he decides to lock himself away in his office and be more reclusive than he ever was.

Of course, you couldn’t let his attempts to escape go, so sneaking out of the meeting room that was currently filled to the brim of high-nosed diplomats, you ran through the halls to your father's door.

“Why are you making me do this?” you groaned, dropping all our weight onto the chair across from his desk with a thud.

“They like you more than me,” he says, matter of factly.

“Only because I played the part of being friendly and approachable.” You stared up at the mural-like patterns on the ceiling, following them to the ornate arches and then along the wall where they met the floor.

“They like talking to you.”

“They talk to me because they want to speak to you, but you cower away in this room because you have a skewed perception of what a king should be like and they believe I will pass on whatever message they have. You know, King Patil visits a new restaurant every week and eats with the owners. The nobles then visit since it has received the ‘kings approval’ and their economy flourishes.”

“Yes. but I am not King Patil.”

“You want to be but your ego gets in the way.”

“Watch your mouth.”

“Give me a mirror.”

You sigh in unison. Sinking into the plush cushioning of your chairs. 

Behind you, the door creeks and up bends your head backwards to see your mother walking in with a butler at her feet.

“Tea’s here. Thank you. Mason, but you may attend to other duties now.” The butler bows and steps back into the hallway. “Darling? What are you doing here, you’re meant to be with the diplomats.”

“I left the first moment I could.”

“Well, I only have two tea cups.” She sighs, setting the tray down on desk.

“I’ll drink from the teapot,” you grin, reaching for the stout container.

She smacks your hand away. “You will do no such thing, we can share,” she says and sits on the catching chair at your side. “Since you’re here, we planned to invite the Jester back to perform at your birthday ball.”

Brows pinching, you sit upright. “The Jester?”

“Yes. You liked his act, didn’t you?”

“No, no, no, no, no. What gave you the idea that I like the jester performances?”

“You laughed.”

“Ya, because he wouldn’t! It was a political move!” you point to your father, who glared through his brows before returning to writing.

“Oh. Well, I suppose that is a bit unfortunate then.”

You shut your eyes. “How come? Why is it unfortunate?”

“The invitation was already sent.”

You melted into the chair, chin hitting your chest. “Oh, bother.”

Kenji was splayed on the floor, laying there for what must have been at least an hour, just dozing when an insistent knock pounded at his door. He groans, opening his eyes while fighting off the dreams of soft hands pulling him back towards the floor and gets up to hobble toward the banging.

“Letter from the palace.”

He blinks blearily at the postman, takes the letter and shuts the door with a limp wave. He’s sitting back on the floor, about to pass out again while his thumb picks at the wax seal. His head hits the floor until he catches the first few words written in and runs to his desk to get better light.

He’s been requested to perform at the princess's birthday. Oh, how he loves her.

There will be more parts, I’m just in exam season now and have also been prepping K-pop events and stuff at work :) - Bacon

Posted: 09/04/2023

[daggerzine]

MY FAVORITE RECORDS OF 2022 (all lists are in no particular order)

MY 20 FAVORITE RECORDS OF 2022

The Jeanines- Don’t Wait for a Sign (Slumberland)

Arts & Leisure- This Vast Illusion (self released)

Mick Trouble- It’s Mick Trouble’s Second LP! (Emotional Response)

Model Shop- Love Interest (Meritorio)

The Photocopies- Greatest Hits Volume 2 and Hopelessly Devoted (both self released)

Hammered Hulls- Careening (Dischord)  

Michael Head & the Red Elastic band- Dear Scott (Modern Sky UK)

The Reds Pinks and Purples- Summer at Land’s End

(Slumberland)  

Winged Wheel- No Island (12XU)

The Boys with the Perpetual Nervousness- The Third Wave of…  (Bobo Integral)  

Sick Thoughts- Heaven is No Fun (Total Punk)

Horsegirl- Versions of Modern Performance  (Matador)  

First Aid Kit- Palomino  (Columbia)

Dot Dash- Madman in the Rain (The Beautiful Music)

Superchunk- Wild Loneliness (Merge)

Ribbon Stage- Hit With The Most (Perennial/ K)

Artsick- Fingers Crossed (Slumberland)

Belle & Sebastian- A Bit of Previous (Matador)

Non Bruises- S/T (self released)

The Sadies- Colder Streams (Yep Roc)

HERE’S 20 MORE!

Panda Bear & Sonic Boom- Reset (Domino)

Papercuts- Past Life Regression (Slumberland)

Weak Signal- War and War (Colonel Records)

Librarians with Hickeys- Handclaps and Tambourines (Big Stir)

The Well Wishers- Blue Sky Sun (self released)

Armstrong- Happy Graffiti (The Beautiful Music)

The Reds Pinks and Purples- They Only Wanted Your Soul (Slumberland)  

Savak- Human Error/ Human Delight (Ernest Jenning)

Freezing Hands- It Was a Good Run (Dateland)

April March- In Cinerama (Omnivore)

Kids on a Crime Spree – Fall In Love Not In Line (Slumberland) 

Young Guv- III & IV  (Run for Cover Records)

U.S. Highball- A Parkhead Cross of the Mind (Lame-O)

Flowertown- Half Yesterday (Mt St Mtn)

Ex-Void- Bigger Than Before (Don Giovanni)

Tony Molina- In the Fade (Summer Shade)

Field School- When Summer Comes (Bobo Integral)

My Raining Stars- 89 Memories (Shelflife)

Kevin Robertson- Teaspoon of Time (Futureman)

Hater- Sincere (Fire)

…..AAAAAAAAND 10 MORE!

Almost Charlie- A Whisper in a World Too Loud (Words on Music)  

The Orchids- Dreaming Kind (Skep Wax) 

 Aarktica- We Will Find the Light (Darla)  

Extra Arms- What Is Even Happening Right Now? (Forge Again Records)

The Silent Boys- Sand To Pearls, Coal To Diamonds (Too Good to Be True Records)

The Smashing Times- Bloom (Meritorio)

The Bye Bye Blackbirds- August Lightning Complex (Double Potion Records)

The Beths- Expert in a Dying Field (Carpark)

Ghost Power- S/T (Duophonic)

Peter Astor- Time on Earth (Tapete)

I ALSO LIKED ALBUMS BY……Dazy, Eyelids, Desario, Hoodoo Gurus, Salt Lake Alley, Helen Love, Kramies, The Monochrome Set,  Anton Barbeau, Cozy Slippers, The Chesterfields, Rob Moss and Skintight Skin, Lewsberg, Richard X. Heyman, The Claudettes, Surf Piranhas, Kiwi Jr, Sault, Nervous Twitch, New Buck Biloxi, Heather Trost, Fine, Alien Nose Job, Kevin Morby, Ward White, Spiritualized , Click Beetles, Whimsical, Man’s Body, Wet Leg, The Minders,  Water Damage, Star Party, The Paranoid Style, Alvvays, Chronophage, Rolling Blackouts CF, The Happy Somethings, The Umbrella Puzzles, Zac Denton, Northern Portrait, Volebeats, Your Academy, Aluminum Group, Guy Capecelatro, Jon Spencer & the Hitmakers, The Trypes, Jeremy, etc. etc.

MY 10 FAVORITE REISSUES/COLLECTIONS of 2022  

Tall Dwarfs- Unravelled - 1981-2002 (Merge)

Broadcast- BBC Maida Vale Sessions (Warp)

Heavenly- Heavenly Vs Satan (Skep Wax)

Biff  Bang Pow! -Better Life: Complete Creations 1984-1991 (Cherry Red)

Go Sailor- S/T (Slumberland)

The Lucksmiths- Why That Doesn’t Surprise me and  Naturaliste (both Lost and Lonesome)

The Krayolas- Happy Go Lucky (Box Records)

The Flashing Lights- Where the Change Is (Murder)

The Muffs- Really Really Happy (Omnivore)

My Teenage Stride- Singles and B-sides (digital)

MY 15 FAVORITE EP’s OF 2022

The Chills- Scatterbrain Storm Outtakes (Fire)

Elk City- Above the Door (Magic City)

The 1981 - Polaroids EP (Dandy Boy)

The Persian Leaps- Machines for Living (Land Ski Records)

The Photocopies- Departure P (self released)

R.E. Seraphin- Swingshift EP (Dandy Boy/Mt St Mtn)

My Favorite- Tender is the Nightshift part 1 (HHBTM)

The Black Watch- The Neverland of Spoken Things (digital)

The Radio Field- Time Simple EP (Subjangle)

The Wends- It’s Here Where You Fall (Subjangle)  

Michael Beach- 2022 EP (Goner)

The Laughing Chimes- Zoo Ave (Slumberland)

My Raining Stars- The Life We planned (digital)

The Age of Colored Lizards (Perfect Smile (Sotron)  

Field School- Swainson’s Thrush (Small Craft Advisory)

The Lunar Towers- Hurry Up and Wait (Colorama Records)

[theredpharaoah]

There is no way in hell you look at Haddie and Mikaela and think Mikaela is prettier. Actually there is a way; wanna guess what that is? Mikaela looks…hmm. The fact that these people went straight to who they thought was prettier told us all we needed to know. The reason Mikaela has more skins is because her theme is “witch”. That’s why people play her. Haddie quite literally has the facial features agencies scour the world for. And saying a man looks better than Haddie? Where have I heard that before? And then everyone loves Sable. Why? Because she’s goth and witchy. Her face looks gaunt, and if I’m being extremely harsh; she looks strung out. People play her cuz of her lore and cuz her body is tea.

DBD just recently started making attractive survivors. Before that all the survivors looked hit to match the theme of the game. I remember when I first got into it, I hated Claudette’s design and I still do. I like how she looks in the banner for the game, but her in-game look is horrible. I also feel like the personality she gives off in that banner is different from her in-game personality as well. Her in-game look is atrocious to me. But I played her still cuz she was the closest I could get to a black, African American, fem, root doctor, etc character. It had nothing to do with looks. Same with Feng; I maimed her for the longest and it was not because of her looks. DBD can manufacture interest in a character by actually investing in that character.

And even the “Haddie doesn’t have a concrete theme” thing is bullshit cuz her theme is a tortured clairvoyant demon hunter/supernatural investigator. Give her some Buffy-esque skins; leather everywhere. Hell, give her a pantsuit a la Kamala. Like this isn’t a hard premise to work with.