#eliot said that's me mum

[misshoneyimhome]

I know we’ve only done present day Willy fics and it’s totally okay if it’s not your cup of tea but these hospital pics have me thinking about how soft Willy would be with your kiddos at Christmas! My sibling and I would always make my mum and dad sit, make them paper tickets and serve hot chocolate to them as we watched the Polar Express like we were lil conductors and I can do imagine his lil blonde babies doing the exact same thing and he’s just so soft and excited that you two created such adorable toddlers and they’re at the age where the holiday starts to get really fun🥹

Not my cup of tea? 😍 Darling, that man triggers my desire for a baby even from over 3,500 miles away 🙈 one family Christmas scenario coming up ❤️

[So, let’s envision this scenario taking place in about five years; and also as a way for me to manifest that William stays in Toronto 🙏🏻]

I hope it's alright that I incorporated a bit of your childhood memory because oh my goodness, I wish my brother and I had done that too 😱 It's so sweet! Yet, I've also intertwined it with one of my own most cherished memories; and I hope it somewhat resembles what you had in mind ❤️

・✶ ｡ﾟ

Have yourself a merry little Christmas...

“Mooom, Daaaaad!” a kid's voice rang out through the condo. "Wake up!"

You stirred slightly as the young boy's shouts slowly roused you from sleep.

“Hey, your son's awake,” you murmured softly with a gentle grin, nudging the man lying next to you. But he simply grunted deeply, still facing the other way and buried in the pillow.

“Mom! Dad!”

"Ugh," he let out another deep, sleepy groan. “I'm sleeping, so he's all yours…”

You blinked your eyes open, chuckling lightly at William's unshakeable sleepiness. Leaning over, you planted a soft kiss on his neck.

“Looks like our boys need us, love,” you tried to rouse him, but only deep, rumbling sounds came from the large man.

So, with another light chuckle, you rolled over, got up, and dressed in your most comfortable loungewear before heading to the kitchen.

“Wow, what's happened here?” you exclaimed with a big smile as you entered the kitchen/dining area.

"We made you breakfast, Mum!" exclaimed Eliot with so much pride. "Look! It's our favourites: chocolate crunch and oats."

It was incredibly heart-warming. Your two sons had woken up earlier than you and your husband, William Nylander, on this December Sunday morning, when William didn't have any training or a match in the evening.

"We did it almost like you do," Lucas chimed in, also brimming with excitement, and you had to fight back the urge to get teary-eyed.

On the large mahogany dining table, draped with a red Christmas cloth, the boys had raided nearly every cupboard in the kitchen - biscuits, bread, oats, chocolate crumbles, Nutella, jam - then continued to raide the fridge for butter, milk, and other breakfast essentials. They'd even set out plates, cutlery, glasses, and mugs, just like you typically did on family mornings.

And you could see they'd attempted to make coffee but had given up halfway through. Not that it mattered; their effort alone was enough to melt your heart.

"Oh, boys! This is so wonderful - I can't believe you've done all of this," you said, pulling the two young ones into a tight hug, embracing them both.

"Come on, Mum!" protested Eliot, eager to continue with his morning plans.

"Right, why don't you both go and give dad a surprise jump? I'll wrap things up here," you proposed with a wide smile, prompting them to dash into the bedroom and wake up William.

As you brewed the coffee they had attempted to make, you couldn't help but feel a rush of joy thinking about your amazing family. And taking advantage of the moment, you decided to whip up some scrambled eggs, a dish you knew they all loved.

**

Elliot, nearly six years old, was your eldest. He was a spitting image of William, from his blond hair and blue eyes to his well-defined nose and build. His laughter echoed that of your husband's, and that mischievous grin appeared to be a direct copy paste of his. Even William's love for food seemed to have been passed on to Elliot.

Eliot had also been a little unexpected. Sure, you and William knew what could happen when you’d have sex without any form of protection, but you hadn’t expected for anything to happen so quickly.

The idea of having children had been a topic in your relationship for some time back then, and after being together for almost three years, both of you felt it was a good time to start trying. While you had always considered children as an option, you weren't always certain about William's stance on parenting. Coming from a large family, he was naturally surrounded by discussions about children at family gatherings, yet given his boyish and charming nature, you weren't sure if he truly saw himself in a parental role.

However, something changed after a round of playoffs, where the Leafs nearly clinched victory in the second round. William had observed the many families within his team, witnessing how family members lifted the spirits of his teammates after the loss. He noticed the pure joy that radiated from them upon seeing their children, and just like that something had sparked within him.

Although your captivating smile and laughter were undeniably the most wonderful things for him, something deeper started to stir within the forward. A small urge to see you carrying his child emerged, along with a vision of the two of you with little versions of yourselves.

Consequently, during the following off-season, William brought up the topic, and you eagerly agreed to slowly start trying. However, it seemed that his strong genes and highly active sperm weren't interested in taking things slow, as by the beginning of the new season, you announced your very first pregnancy.

And then there's Lucas. He's more of a mommy's boy, incredibly sweet and almost innocent, always eager to lend a hand. And despite having just turned three, he showed a remarkable level of maturity for his age.

Elliot was undoubtedly his favourite role model, besides William, of course. However, he had his own unique qualities that set him apart from your other boys, although hockey remained a common passion among all of them. Whether it was watching daddy train or play at the rink, engaging in mini stick games, or watching a match at home, they were deeply involved whenever the sport was involved.

Yet, Lucas also harboured a love for drawing and enjoyed assisting you with cooking. He relished being around when you were cleaning and was content entertaining himself if you were occupied with something else.

In general, both boys were remarkable. Despite the typical sleep disruptions from cries and illnesses, they were relatively hassle-free. Right from their infancy, they seemed to inherit William's talent for sleeping and your family's collective love for food.

And you wholeheartedly loved cooking for your boys. They appreciated everything you made and devoured meals as if there was no tomorrow. Except on Mother's Day, when, if possible, William would take charge of the kitchen to prepare something special or opt for takeout. But the important thing was, you weren't the one cooking. 

And neither were you this morning.

Eliot had expertly guided his younger brother in setting the table like he remembered you always did, along with their homemade Christmas decorations. It was nothing short of perfection.

**

"Mommy, daddy's finally here!" Lucas hollered as the two boys practically dragged William out of the bedroom and towards the table.

"Took you long enough," you chuckled lightly, earning a soft smile from your man, dressed in his comfortable blue and white checkered pyjamas and a loose white t-shirt. His hair was a tousled mess, resembling a lion's mane, and his eyes betrayed the lingering tiredness. To be fair, he'd arrived home late last night due to an away game, and today you were just grateful that there were no hockey commitments. Today was all about cosying up together as a family and truly celebrating Christmas.

William, naturally, leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

"Morning, babe," he greeted with a drowsy smile.

The four of you then settled into your usual spots: you across from William, with Eliot beside him and Lucas seated next to you.

"Now, what do we say?" You grinned at your sons.

"God aptit!" the two boys chimed simultaneously, before you all delved into the delicious bread and whatever else the boys had discovered in the kitchen cupboards.

It was a simple yet delightful meal.

William's face also lit up as he savoured the food his sons had prepared, and his sleepiness seemed to fade away as Eliot started chatting away, as he always did.

And as you all neared the end of the first course of the day, Eliot suddenly brimmed with excitement.

"Wait, there's more!"

"More? How can there be more, darling?" you chuckled, exchanging glances with William, both intrigued by the young boys' behaviour.

"Come on, Luke," the eldest instructed, leading them hand in hand towards Eliot's room. And when they returned, they held something behind their backs, sporting mischievous grins across their small faces.

You and William couldn't help but smile as you watched your sons beam with joy. They took deep breaths, almost acting shy, and the anticipation in the air was palpable.

"We've made you something..."

"I helped Eliot!" Lucas nearly shouted.

"And what's that?" William laughed, encouraging the boys to come closer to each of you and unveil the little piece of paper they held in their tiny hands.

"You've made these?" You smiled, seeing their excitement as they nodded in affirmation.

"We made them in kindergarten," Eliot explained.

The tiny piece of paper was covered in glitter, with the letters T E K K E T written somewhat crookedly in what seemed to be a child's handwriting.

"Baby, did you write this?" You asked, slightly surprised that your five-year-old had been practicing his writing.

"Yes, Miss Turner helped us spell."

"That's amazing, Eliot. I'm so proud of you," you beamed.

William's reaction mirrored yours in heartfelt pride.

"But then the big question is... what are tickets for?" he inquired curiously, prompting the boys to exchange quick glances before looking back at you and your husband.

"It's for the fort!" Lucas exclaimed with excitement.

"Oh, so you've built a fort?" you asked with a light chuckle, noticing no fort in the living room.

"Well..." Eliot hesitated for a moment as if trying to articulate his idea. "We thought that we can build it – together," he suddenly blurted out, throwing his arms in the air. "For when we watch the Christmas movies."

It was a tradition you had established in your family. Whenever you had a family day together in December, watching Christmas movies was a must. Well, the tradition might have expanded to other days outside the holiday season, but it all began here.

"Well, I'm sure daddy would love to build the fort with you then," you grinned at William, who chuckled and nodded in agreement.

"No, Mum, you need to help too," Lucas insisted.

"How about you strong boys build the greatest fort ever seen – and then I'll cook up some delicious snacks for when we snuggle up? How does that sound?"

"YEAH!" the boys exclaimed before darting off to gather pillows and blankets to throw onto the sofa.

"They're all yours," you smiled at William, knowing he was the ultimate fort builder in the household.

And soon, the condo resonated with cheers. You put on some Christmas tunes while clearing the table, and the boys began their creative fort construction.

Meanwhile, you started gathering an assortment of snacks from your kitchen. Considering William's diverse eating habits – especially his penchant for candies brought back from Sweden – you prepared a snack board comprising various Canadian candies, the best Swedish treats, alongside nuts, fruits, and, of course, popcorn to mix things up a bit.

Christmas ambience filled the air of your home, creating a perfect day brimming with laughter and joy. And after a while, you once again heard the boys' excited shouts.

"We're done!" Eliot's voice echoed from the living room area. Looking up, you saw the little boys, along with their dad, had fashioned a beautiful architectural marvel from an assortment of pillows, blankets, duvets, and whatever else they could find.

"Wow, I can't wait to use my ticket to see how it looks on the inside," you exclaimed joyfully, joining the guys by the sofa as you carried the snack board.

"Looks like you've been quite creative yourself," William chuckled, admiring the variety of foods before pulling you in for a tender kiss.

"Ew..." Eliot teased, before the boys eagerly snuggled in under the tent made from a large bedsheet serving as the roof.

With laughter, you and William then presented your "tickets" to the boys to enter the fort along with the two family dogs. You couldn't help but praise the cosy space they'd created. They'd even taken some of your decorative fake candle lights and placed them inside. 

And then, firstly, you began playing the timeless classic...

"The Polar Express" was naturally the first film to watch. The boys adored it, and truth be told, so did you and William.

After several much-needed bathroom breaks, the boys selected the next movie: William's favourite, "The Grinch."

Though it might have been slightly more serious than what you'd typically show boys their age, you caved in because of their genuine love for it.

By the end of the second film, you had all snuggled up entirely, slowly dozing off for a nap. And so, you did.

What felt like a brief moment later, you suddenly awoke and nudged William, prompting the boys to gradually return to reality.

"Hey, boys, let's step out and have a quick round of real food," you softly suggested.

"But I'm not hungry," Eliot whined.

"I know, sweetheart, but you need real food in your tummy after all those snacks," you chuckled lightly.

"Alright."

Once everyone had finished a plate of leftovers, you were back in the fort with mugs filled with hot chocolate.

"Alright, what movie now?" William asked, ready for the next choice.

"When are we going to watch hockey?" Eliot asked, hopeful.

"Nope, no hockey today, Eliot - mom's orders," William chuckled, aware he had to disappoint his son, which made Eliot pout.

"But Uncle Alex is playing today," the boy whined, casting his best puppy-dog eyes towards you, knowing you might sway.

"Alright," you sighed softly. "But I believe we can manage one more movie before Uncle's match, huh?" you suggested, earning excited nods from the family.

And soon, everyone was engrossed in the following film, “Home Alone”, as William held you closely, speaking softly into your ear.

"I didn't think we could watch hockey today," he playfully remarked.

"Well, with all these snacks we've had today, I'm sure these boys won't even be awake for puck drop," you cheekily responded, turning your head slightly to meet your wonderful husband's eyes.

"Sneaky," he chuckled, before planting a kiss on your lips, pulling you a bit closer before easing back. "You're such an incredible mom, you know that, right?" He spoke softly, lightly stroking your chin with his thumb.

"And you're an incredible father," you timidly whispered. But William shook his head gently.

"I haven't even done half of what you've done with these boys - the way you're always there for them, handling every situation when I'm not around..."

You could tell this was something that often weighed on William's mind. But you also both knew this was the lifestyle you had chosen. He was the professional hockey player with season-long road trips, while you dedicated yourself to your family when not at work.

"And I've cherished every single minute of it... Sure, it's been tough. And, of course, I prefer it when you're home with us. But Willy... you're an amazing dad. You're always there for the boys - never doubt that" you reassured him, sensing a slight relaxation in his muscles in response to your words.

And so, with another sweet and tender kiss shared, you both returned to the movie, enjoying the warmth of your family time together.

As predicted, your two sons were fast asleep by the time the credits rolled across the screen. So, you and William then switched the TV to the local sports channel to catch Alex playing tonight's home match.

Despite dedicating the day to a Christmas-filled family time, you also held a soft spot for the sport, and naturally, you wanted to watch your brother-in-law play.

However, during the first period, your attention was swiftly diverted by William, who appeared to have shifted his focus from the game to you.

"What?" you chuckled lightly, catching his gaze.

"Nothing," he replied casually, but you weren't convinced. He had that mischievous look in his eyes that hinted at trouble. "You're just so beautiful."

Ah, he definitely had something on his mind.

Your eyes darted from side to side, noticing his widening grin and his attempts to divert his gaze momentarily towards the boys before returning to you.

"Oh no..." you chuckled again.

"What? No, what?" he innocently protested.

"Don't give me that look."

"What look?"

"You know – last time that happened, something happened," your eyes flickered toward Lucas, sound asleep by your legs, hinting that William's expression meant more than just a naughty thought.

"Well, maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing, would it?"

William had always valued family deeply. He adored his own immensely, and even when he was single, although he might not have envisioned having children, secretly, he hoped for it.

Sure, to everyone else, he was the laid-back, confident, cheeky guy with impressive hockey skills. But there were many sides to him, and one of those harboured a longing for a family.

Then, when you entered his life, it suddenly felt like a real possibility. Your mature and caring nature took him by surprise, and he fell harder for you than he ever imagined. So, after spending time in a committed relationship, navigating its highs and lows, the idea of creating a true family became a tangible goal for him.

In a way, he felt like a whole new person, although he didn’t change all that much despite becoming a little bit more mature. But it was all so right to him. You were the one he’d want to have by his side for the rest of his life, so after your first son was born, he’d quickly taken the next stepped and locked you down with a ring on that beautiful finger. Letting the world know you belonged to him.

"You're sure you want to try for another one?" you chuckled, your eyes scanning his face.

"Yeah... baby, I'd want a lot more if I could have it my way," he grinned back.

"Easy for you to say," you teased. "You're not the one carrying them around for nine months before having to squeeze them out of your tiny vagina..."

William couldn't help but find your little outburst amusing, though he knew you were right. You were both in agreement about this, so he understood he couldn't demand too much from you.

"No, you're kind of the expert in that area."

"Hmm..." You pondered his words, snuggling a bit more into his warm body. "Perhaps... we could try for another," you gently smiled. "Maybe we'll even manage to create a girl this time."

"I thought you loved having boys."

"Yeah, well, having now experienced all this testosterone running around all the time, I wouldn't mind a little girlyness as well."

"Hmm... well then I guess we'll just have to practice real hard to make the perfect little baby girl," William nudged into the crook of your neck, placing gentle kisses.

"Oh yeah, I think we'll have to put in some extra work for this one," you softly breathed out, letting his tender touch take over. 

And before you knew it, you both agreed on carrying each boy into their respective rooms, tucking them nicely in, before leaving the kitchen and living room in the Christmas mess is was, and spend the evening making love in hope for another member to your little family. 

[madstronaut]

PSA: i am an absolute sucker for meet-cutes

ya know what's funny? every time I have the passing thought wondering if I'll run out of fic I've bookmarked to (lovingly) rant about, my moots/cod writers never fail to deliver new bangers after bangers... at this rate my bookmark folder is bursting at the seams and threatening to explode into a big flaming glorious ball of confetti and words and emotions and tears (mine, my tears, those are all mine-)

I have also had the most exhausting past few weeks and seeing memes crop up about "becoming important at work is ruining my life" hit a little too real for me to laugh without crying a teeny bit but you know who i know got me? FANFIC WRITERS MY BELOVEDS THAT'S WHO 💖💖💖 (whom? fuck idk anymore how did I even get my job when I fuck up basic grammar lol)

I have been listening to Posty's new country song with Dolly Parton and it feels incredibly gaz-coded to me... I recently went karaoke-ing and let me tell you I would flirt hardcore by alternately winking constantly/making deep unblinking eyecontact into kyle's baby browns while singing this song anyway sorry totally sidetracked by daydreaming about making out with gaz and then wearing nothing but his hat while i ride his d- [rest of sentence drowned out by dolly parton's bridge]

ok fuck THE FIC WHERE WAS I BACK TO THE FIC

Reading: Firefighter!Kyle by @stellewriites

ok to start mister mistoffelees!!!!!!! what a name I swear cat owners give their pets the wildest names (I met someone who had two cats named porterhousesteak and shakeandbake - both names were pronounced like one word) (also on the off-chance charlotte if you're reading this, let's pretend we are two ships passing in the night and you can ignore my videogame military men thirstblog and i'll ignore the names you chose to bestow on your pets)

and even before stelly described him I KNEW HE WAS AN ORANGE CAT 😂

also I have not read or seen Cats the book/musical/movie prior to reading this fic but this made me want to so that I can flirt with stelleverse!kyle

“please misty, my arms are tired and my neighbours have probably already lost all respect for me,” you groaned. it turned into a huff when he turned away to clean his paws, ignoring you again. “you win! there, happy? you furry little orange devil, you fucking win!”

🤭🤭🤭 ok but let's be real we've all been there pleading with pettos and having full-on one-sided conversations with em

you pulled out your phone and skimmed the articles you’d pulled up advising you on how to get a stuck cat out of a tree.

*running to google* also is this not the most millenial/gen-z thing to do!!!! lmao the things I have googled....

“ah that looks like a job for our best man, don’ya agree, si? think this requires garrick’s expertise,” the man said again, smirking at the man sat next to him up front.

we stan a man who sees someone and goes "that's my mate's type" i feel like soap would be such a good wingman

“oi! i’d be happy to help the bonnie thing with their pussy, but ah thought you might appreciate stretching yer legs,” ‘tav huffed from the window.

irl men saying this to me: mace to the face first, questions later

fictional video game men saying this line to me: *practicing deep lunges so I can open my legs for them even wider*

“ahh ok,” kyle nodded. he tested the balance of the ladders against the tree. “musical or book?” my mum used to love t. s. eliot, so i know probably more than i should about it,” he joked, slowly reaching his hand out for misty to sniff at.

NERDY MAMA'S BOY THEATER LOVER CAT WHISPERER HIMBO KYLE MY BELOVED (seriously stelly just took all my fucking weaknesses and rolled them into firefighter!kyle)

“it’s what we’re here for,” kyle said easily, shrugging as he came to stand before you. “plus, it’s always easy when the callers are so pretty.” “hah! right, yeah he’s a cutie,” you said and wiggled your fingers at misty, letting him bat at them. kyle waited for you to look up before replying. “i meant you,” he said a little sheepishly.

"he said a little sheepishly" that cat better get back in that tree to make space cos I'd be taking a running leap into his arms after rizzing me up like that

“like, how? on the emergency number?” you hinted. “ah fuck,” he swore and patted at his pockets. you heard the scotsman laugh from the truck and hid your own teasing smile behind your hand.

SCCREEEAAAMMMING

I would be remiss not to include this cute little challengefic stelly wrote that I have daydreamed about multiple times after reading (I usually picture gaz or soap here when I read about college/uni!141)

the fic also reminds me of the large lectures I attended in college (I was a solid sit near the middle or 2/3 up the room but never allll the way in the back student) where I observed in no particular order:

several randos watching various LOTR movies on their laptop

watching Pirates of the Caribbean and Dragon Ball Z was also super popular

also anime porn! FUCKING WHY THO SIT AT THE VERY BACK IF YOU'RE GONNA DO THIS YOU FUCKING DEGENERATE I DID NOT NEED TO SEE THAT IN MY SOPHOMORE LINGUISTICS LECTURE

also re: chronic anime porn purveyor -> seeing a girl straight up go over and unplug his charger from the wall socket AND his laptop and just WALK AWAY WITH IT 😂🙌 (my queen I still think about you from time to time after all these years, I oft pray to match a thimbleful of your energy)

girl playing Pokemon Red on an emulator on her laptop (I was riveted and also went to search and download the same and got lost in the sauce burning through all the pokegames for a hot minute too...THANK YOU ARIA!!!!!!!!)

guy playing tetris on his comp at an INSANELY god-tier speed level; i'm positive he did it for an audience because i swear i saw people attempting to look for and sit behind him to observe him during classes to watch his ass play (noooo this wasn't me who said that also he was kinda cute in a 'you are very competent in this weirdly niche area and i find that kinda hot' way)

girl dropping $800+ on topshop website (am I dating myself mentioning topshop lol is it still around?!?!)

guy speedwriting a paper for another class and turning it in - all during a totally unrelated class, honestly was impressed

girl flawlessly applying liner, lipstick, and a glitter topper without spilling or getting the glitter everywhere (btw at a 9am lecture? slay sis)

anyway can you tell i went to a very large uni lol OK WHERE WAS I BACK TO FIC BACK TO FIC

you stared at the screen unblinkingly, thoroughly distracted from your course and the discussion around you until a hand holding a slip of paper appeared at your shoulder in your peripheral. you flicked your eyes up and found the professor busy facing the board and took the chance to swivel in your seat to look up at the one above yours and the handsome man that currently claimed it.

I can physically feel my pupils popping til they engulf my eyes as I read this - also I loved the premise of this challenge (cali my beloved making bangers as usual @the-californicationist) with people having to guess who the chara was! one of the verrrry first fics I read in cod fandom was an insert-blorbo-of-your-choice-here x reader that I looooooooooved; I find the fill-in-the-blank aspect verrrry titillating✨

“i could maybe think of some way you could thank me,” he acquiesced, smile turning sly. “better concentrate on the front of the class for now though.” he nodded forward.

can also physically feel my pupils turning to heart eyes at this line 😍UNFFFF YES YES LET'S HAPPILY BRAINSTORM THE MANY MANY M A N Y WAYS I COULD THINK OF THANKING YOU GOOD SIR

i met some of my best mates (and earned some wild stories to boot) at uni, as they say over on the other side of the pond, and all the fun cute chaotic little moments of serendipity sprang back up when I read stelly's works and made me feel incredibly nostalgic 🥰🥰🥰 going old school and pulling out my 2008 neutrogena lipgloss out of memory lane for my chef's kisses for yooouuuuu mwahmwahmwahmwah😙👌😙👌😙👌😙👌

[weirdboi]

Mr.Shark's backstory

Enjoy

Lou lives in a family with a mother (her name is Emily), a father (his name is Henry),a older brother (Elliot) and a younger sister (Blue)

This happened when Blue was just a baby. Lou's family went to shops to get some stuff and Blue was left at his gran's house while they are gone. They were coming back from the store when they heard a alarm for hunters, they started to swim faster so no one could get in danger. But then out of nowhere one of the hunter's spears right next to Eliot. They left the stuff and started swimming as fast as they could. Hunters were just throwing more and more spears into the ocean. Eliot and Henry were in full speed but Lou was trying to be close mum because she just out of pregnancy after few days. And then…

Lou:Mom!? You there?- he said without looking back

Lou:Mom…?- He looked back at her just to check her when

Emily's body was laying near a big rock

Lou:MOM!!!- He yelled as he swam back to her.

She was all covered in blood, one of hunter's spears got her. Lou was holding her while his tears were falling down on her

Emily:L...Lou- she spoked quietly

Lou: Mom! Oh my god you alive I'm gonna get some help-

Emily:No Lou

Lou:What do you mean "no"?

Emily:This is the end

Lou:No it can't be! You need to stay with us,you need - he said while his tears were coming down his face

Emily: Don't cry my little prince, I'll be fine, but you need to promise me 3 things

Lou: ANYTHING!!!

Emily:

1.Don't ever change yourself because of others

2.Take care of the family and

3.Never but I mean NEVER try doing a su!cide

Ok?

Lou:I promise you all those things!

Emily:Good...now, goodbye my little prince...- she said as she slowly closed her eyes with smile on her face

Lou:Mom..? Mom! MOM!!!- He hold her fin as hard as he could and started crying his heart out.

...

Later he came back home.

Henry:Oh my Lord, Louis you have no idea how I was worried Where have you been!?

Lou explained the whole situation with mom, he said how one of spears got her and how there was to blood but he was able to hold it because sadness took over him. Henry gave him a hug so he could calm down and later called Emily's mother to tell her what happened to her daughter (she was still babysitting Blue).

2 days later

The whole family was on Emily's funeral. Henry' parents, Emily's parents, Henry and the kids (But Blue was sleeping). After everyone left Lou decided to stay a bit longer. He sat next to her grave and put down a rose white colour because white was Emily's favourite colour. He was sitting there and was thinking. Then Eliot came by

Eliot: Hey dude... Dad told me to get you home it's getting cold

But Lou didn't care,all he wanted now to do is just sit here and never move,but Eliot made him somehow to het up and they both swam back home.

That's all dudes! Hope you liked it and what about you @mslack69058 tell me what you think?

💙💙💙💙

[heroes-of-olympus-next-gen]

Day 8: Christmas Day

Part 3: Farewell Hope you all enjoy my last Christmas one shot <3

“Hey Alexa, play Christmas hits on Spotify.” Percy said as he started cooking for their Christmas meal.

“What do you want me to do?” Annabeth asked him as she left the baby monitor on the kitchen counter. “I can wash the vegetables or something.”

“You don’t have to do anything. Just sit here and keep me company.”

“So, I’m the moral support. No problem.” She sat relieved on the kitchen table and started drinking her coffee. “How do you feel about the lunch arrangement for this year?”

“What do you mean?” He started chopping some onions and turned on the stove.

“I mean my dad and your family all together in one house for Christmas.” Annabeth explained. Her father had asked if they could spend Charlie’s and Zoe’s first Christmas together so Annabeth preferred to invite them all as she could see that her dad was trying to be a better man.

“I’m sure everything is going to be alright. You have nothing to worry about.” He turned to face her. “It’s a peace offering after all these years. And if it doesn’t go well, we just never repeat the meal.”

“He sounded sincere on the phone. Bobby and Matthew wanted us to spend the day together as well. Besides, I want Charlie and Zoe to have everything I didn’t have growing up.”

“Me too, love. We have already broken the cycle of abuse. And we are way past healing. I’m proud of us.” Percy reassured her. He really did believe that they were doing the whole parenthood thing well. “I am excited about hosting a big Christmas feast. I never had one of these as a kid. It was just me and my mum.”

“It’s a shame that Zoe and Charlie won’t remember their first Christmas.”

That was one of the many Christmases Percy arranged through the years they were married. But every year, the people around the table were multiplying and more memories were being made.

They were happy that their kids felt comfortable and welcome in their childhood home even after they moved out and grown up. Annabeth had never wished to spend the holidays with her dad. Sally’s home made her feel more welcome that she ever had with her dad. Most importantly she believed that she was a decent mother-in-law and later grandmother.

The house was bustling from the noise. Annabeth saw Charlie sitting on a couch in deep thought. “Penny for your thoughts?” She asked as she sat next to him.

“Bianca and I are trying to find a way to explain Eliot that his birthday isn’t a national holiday and Santa doesn’t give his birthday gifts without hurting his feelings.” Charlie replied. “Any ideas?”

Annabeth smiled thinking that her kids had kids of their own. “He’s young to fully understand it. But you’re doing a great job celebrating both his birthday and Christmas without confusing him even more.”

“Thank you. So you say we just completely divide the two holidays and explain it to him?”

“I’m sure that’s the key to success.” Annabeth got up and looked around. “Do you know where your dad is?”

“Last time I checked he was going upstairs with Theo and Eloise.” Charlie replied before he went outside.

“I’ll be back soon.” She said and started going upstairs. The staircase was wall was filled with decades memories and moments Annabeth never wanted to forget. She passed Charlie’s old room where Bianca and Zoe were talking quietly as they had just put down for a nap Eliot and Xander. Theo’s door was half-open and before she could even knock Theo opened the door. “Hey, mum.”

“Is dad around here? Charlie told me he was upstairs with you.”

“He was talking to Tom and Lottie, wasn’t he?” Theo asked Renée. Renée was the only person that managed to make Theo fall hopelessly in love. He was too rational to ever put his guards down to fall in love. But Renée managed to do the undoable.

“No, he said he was going to get something from your bedroom.” Renée replied to her mother-in-law.

“Thank you. In five minutes, Eliot will blow his candles and we’ll eat desert.”

“Copied that.”

Annabeth at last found Percy. “Hey, stranger.” She leaned on the door frame. “I’ve been looking all over the place for you.”

“I was trying to get you, your Christmas present.” Percy explained and gave her a wrapped box.

“You bought me a present?”

“Of course, I only have one wife. The best wife. Now open your gift.”

Annabeth couldn’t contain her happiness. Not because she had gotten a gift. Her kids and grandkids had already done more than enough for her. But Percy always made her feel like she was the most special woman in the world. She ripped the wrapping paper only to reveal a signature red box. “Percy, what did you do?”

“Open it.” He said smirking.

Annabeth opened the box to reveal a trinity necklace. She was speechless. The day Zoe and Charlie were born, he had gifted her the trinity ring and after all these years he decided to give her the necklace. “You shouldn’t have. Thank you so much.”

Percy took the necklace and helped her put it on. “Not a day has gone by since you removed the ring. It only seemed right for you to have the necklace.”

Annabeth leaned in and kissed him. “What have I done to deserve you?”

“I should be asking that question.”

They heard steps from outside which were most likely Zoe and Bianca with Eliot and Xander. “Did Santa bring my birthday present?” Eliot asked.

“Santa bought you your Christmas present. We gave you your birthday present.”

“Santa isn’t real?” Xander replied petrified.

“No! He’s real. But today it’s also Eliot’s birthday. Which means he gets more gifts. Like you get on your birthday.” Zoe explained to her son. Annabeth and Percy couldn’t see their expressions, but they were sure Xander was very confused.

“Can we eat cake?” Eliot asked again.

“After you blow your candles. Come on, let’s go downstairs.” Bianca encouraged him.

“This is the best gift you could have given me.” Annabeth said to her husband. “Our big and very loud family.”

“Always my pleasure. I love spending Christmas with you.”

“Now only another 365 days before the next one…” She laughed as she opened their bedroom door.

fin

[dear-indies]

Hello! I was wondering if you could please recommend two faceclaims for me! One is nonbinary who is very serious and no nonsense. The second is a woman who is a single mother who had a rough past but is trying to put it behind her. Both are in their late 20s to mid 30s. I don't have any race or ethnicity in mind for either of them. Thank you!

Non-binary character:

Jayr Tinaco (1991) Filipino - is non-binary (he/they).

Vico Ortiz (1991) Puerto Rican - is non-binary, pansexual and polyamorous (they/them) - esp in OFMD - has spoken up for Palestine!

Emma D'Arcy (1992) - is non-binary (they/them) - has spoken up for Palestine!

Eliot Sumner (1990) - has said that they "they did not believe in gender labels and did not identify with a particular gender" (they/them) - also lost their taste of spell after a brain injury which I didn't know until now so I'm making a note!

E.R. Fightmaster (1992) - is non-binary (they/them).

Bobbi Salvör Menuez (1993) - is non-binary (they/them) - has spoken up for Palestine!

Olive Gray (1994) Zambian / English - is non-binary (they/them).

Dua Saleh (1994) Sundanese - is non-binary (they/xe) - has spoken up for Palestine!

Mason Alexander Park (1995) Mexican and Spanish - is non-binary (they/them) - esp in The Sandman.

Kehlani (1995) Filipino, African-American, Blackfoot, Cherokee, Choctaw, Mexican, White - is a non-binary womxn and a lesbian (she/they) - has spoken up for Palestine!

Single mum character:

Aiysha Hart (1988) Saudi Arabian and White - has spoken up for Palestine!

Gia Mantegna (1990)

Adelaide Kane (1990)

Joana Ribeiro (1992) - has spoken up for Palestine!

Ayça Ayşin Turan (1992) Turkish.

Jessica Henwick (1992) Chinese Singaporean / White.

Kutsuna Shiori (1992) Japanese.

Kiana Madeira (1992) Black Canadian, Unspecified First Nations, White.

Kaya Scodelario (1992)

Lily Sullivan (1993)

Luciane Buchanan (1993) Tongan and White.

Olivia Cooke (1993)

Adèle Exarchopoulos (1993)

Maia Mitchell (1993) - has spoken up for Palestine!

Margaret Qualley (1994)

Camila Mendes (1994) Brazilian [Portuguese, Unspecified Indigenous, likely Italian and other].

Muskkaan Jaferi (1994) Indian.

Han So Hee (1994) Korean.

Natasha Liu Bordizzo (1994) Chinese / White.

Ambika Mod (1995) Indian - esp in One Day.

Aslıhan Malbora (1995) Turkish.

Rachel Sennott (1995)

Emma Mackey (1996)

Ruth Codd (1996) - is an amputee.

Josefine Frida Pettersen (1996)

Myha'la Herrold (1996) Afro Jamaican / White - has spoken up for Palestine!

Chase Sui Wonders (1996) Tahitian, Chinese, Japanese / White.

Hope this helps you out, anon!

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Canon poly relationships

Todays media gets more diverse every day but we still have a huge lack of poly relationships. So i decided to collect all the poly relationships I am aware of and that are confirmed CANON in this post. Sadly they are often limited to three people and not really diverse, mostly containing white, abled bodied, cis people.

Be aware this posts contains slight SPOILERS. I will mention if they are still together and alive. Feel free to add further confirmed poly relationships. I will update that post from time to time.

Updated: 3.12.2022

Polo/Cayetana/Valerio - ELITE

This triad first appears in season 3. Polo and Valerio are  in the show confirmed as bisexual. Polo is already shown in an another poly relationship in season 1 but it is not necessarily healthy and not 100% build on consent so I am not featuring them here. The triad below is really happy, healthy and cute. Sadly they split up by the end of season 3 and one of them dies.

Eliot/Parker/Hardison - Leverage

They are confirmed canon poly outside the show by the writer. The ending of the first arc can be easily read as a wedding vow. The woman , Parker, gets kissing scenes with both dudes. And they are all really affectionated toward eachother with a lot of hugs. There is a second arc: „Leverage Redemption“. I haven’t watched it yet, so I can not say how they treat the OT3 there but as far as I am aware they are still together, happy and alive. And Parker is confirmed to be on the spectrum.

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          𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

full name: katherine ‘kaia’ calthorpe ii 

major: international relations

occupation: humanitarian affairs officer, united nations 

lineage: aquamarine

face claim: maika monroe

about kaia . 

( death tw ) a darling girl of eight years and six months. dressed in a sleek black dress with pink ribbons tied haphazardly in her hair by someone whose hand looked inexperienced in doing so. that’s how she’s remembered on easily what is the worst day of her life. gripping tightly to her father’s hand as if easing her grip would make him disappear, too. maybe it’s the clamminess of her palm, but she could swear she felt him hold on a little tighter. lady katherine calthorpe the first, her mother, had been goodness incarnate. bigger than life itself, with stories of how kaia could not say her own name as a toddler and gave herself a new one instead. how, when katherine was younger, she had managed to woo kaia’s cellist father into going on a date with her in twelve presents - one for each of the days of christmas. stubborn, bold, and true to herself, her mother still refused to wed him. so, standing in the garden of their stately home, hand clasped tightly with her father’s, kaia came to inherit everything. 

there’s bad in the world. time teaches her that even the sweetest of condolences can quickly fade into bitter arguments. one doesn’t have to raise their voice to do so, either. maliciousness can come in the form of a smile that never quite meets the eyes, delivered with a voice that never wavers. the 5000 acre estate that she’s called home, with its lush gardens and the apple orchard where she picked fruit with her mother on lazy summer afternoons, embroiled in a battle between great-aunts and uncles that she’d only met at the funeral. ‘did you know i was responsible for suggesting the building of the annex?’, says great-aunt once removed, allegra, as kaia watches blank-faced. ‘we were always good to katherine, araminta and i gave her board while she was at strathmore’, says great-uncle reginald upon his return from his sociological research of the lesser antilles (rumour is that he’s gone bankrupt in a poker game gone wrong). and the gifts! the gifts arrive in throes, sitting in the lobby in plush wrapping that feels a shame to pry apart with her pudgy fingertips. (even when her father requests her not to open them). all manner of things; a teddybear, a necklace, a pair of shoes that she can’t pronounce the designer of. all to take advantage of an eight year old girl’s naivety and her father’s inability to understand what was going on. yes, there’s bad in the world. but calthorpe girls are nothing but creative in finding solutions to their problems. 

as she grows older, she learns to make the most of the good when she can find it. sometimes it requires patience, like a treasure hunt into the human psyche, drawn out from someone over time with a guiding hand that she’s all to willing to offer. sometimes it requires creating it herself, leaving her classmates notes under their pillows to remind them of all their positive traits when she’s away at boarding school as a teenager. voice like honey when she convinces the girls to buy in tea and crumpets for the groundskeeper on days off instead of going shopping in the local village because she’s noticed how lonely he looks. kaia knows just what it’s like to feel broken, so she finds herself working just as hard to ensure nobody else feels the same. 

strathmore becomes a dream more so than a goal. a want to understand her mother better, to see the place where her mother would fall in love twice a day with her classmates, to see the books in the east library that she spent hours talking about in person. and when she fulfills her dream and it doesn’t quite match up... as she arrives in the pouring rain from a taxi without an umbrella and her suitcase gets saturated through, that seems alright. when she moves into her dorm and her roommate refuses to talk to her apart from calling her ‘that posh bird’ in passing, kaia gets a kick out of that, too. nothing but a little bump in the strathmore road. after all, a few bad days did not mean a bad life. her mother knew that best. 

eliot and kaia . 

she’d always suggested that she would only have to look at her successor once to know they were the right fit. she just didn’t expect him to be visiting her house when they first met. her father had hired an artist to paint them a family portrait, raving about the work he’d seen at some art show when he’d picked her up for summer break. in typical kaia fashion, she’d smiled and went along with it. 

she’ll often say that warm honey-coloured eyes met warm blue and sure enough, she knew. that he was her baby aqua. eliot’s a little quieter than her. but that’s okay, she’s not one to judge. she’s an only child, she knows quietness better than anyone. it takes time to draw him out of his shell, too. so much so that she feels a little like she’s playing a game of cat and mouse when she tries to get him to talk to her after sitting for him. a little too like when she would wait up for santa claus as she leaves an offering of marshmallow cakes in the parlour to lay in wait before he takes one. but when he does, she’s elated. biting back her inner excitement as they have a mild conversation about her horses. 

it doesn’t take long after his acceptance to join the society for them to become thick as thieves. as if she’d secretly been looking for a partner in mild-mannered do-gooding all her life and just so happened to stumble upon the perfect victim in him. she dared him to venture outside of his comfort zone by taking him on a surprise weekend getaway to the cotswalds because life’s best moment’s happen when we’re not expecting them to, eliot. there’s beauty in the improbable. he dared her to reflect more on her experiences, to see more of the good even when she thought it was impossible. they balance each other out somewhere along the line. and sometimes, she’ll still call with an excuse of needing a reminder of a certain artist whose name she already knows, just so they can talk. 

kaia and her circlet . 

she trades the pink ribbons in her hair to light blue during her time in the opals. her circlet are like her new and improved extended family. kaia was always the insistence to take her fellow opals out dancing to cheer them up, the offering of a light to the end of a cigarette when their nerves were too rattled to light their own, and a gentle hand to reach out and clasp at a wrist when she could sense they were feeling a little too heated. if nothing more than just to remind you that she’s there for you. no matter what, no strings attached. growing up around terrible people has instilled in her a need to calm others down. exemplified best by the gentle lull of a hymn spilling from her mouth at the manor dining table when an argument would break out, be it about serious societal matters or a general political debate. all because quiet voices should be used indoors, darling. if you must talk like children, i will sing you a lullaby. no scathing remark to be found on her lips before she would laugh once again, because although she has a terrible biological family, there is something to be said about the one she inherits at university. a warm fuzzy feeling associated when she hears any of their names, even now. she’s exactly 632 miles away from surrey now in geneva, stationed at the united nations in a want to spread good, and she still knows her heart would leap in her chest if one of them were to call her. that all it would take is the mention that one of them needs her help and she would be ready to make plans in an instant to help. it’s love for them. she knows it’s love. 

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A/N | I’m struggling to write atm, but I did this photo edit a while ago and over the weekend I came up for an idea for it. I hope this will get me back to it! This is just a one shot set way into the future.

Summary | Dean and Alana throw a costume party at Jack’s...

Word count | 486

Masterlist | The Neighbour

Warnings | 18+ Only! Fluff.

Pairings | Dean x Alana.

Comments welcome.

Enjoy!

She looked over herself in the mirror once more, Dean creeps up behind her, "you look stunning!" he kisses her shoulder. She turns noticing his nineteen forties costume, "you look handsome!" she wraps her arms around his neck and presses her lips to his.

His hands rest on her hips, she pulls away a little, "we better get going," he winks, she sighs knowing he's right.

She was just as excited as him....

Later...

They arrive at Jack's hand in hand, all of their friends and family are there already, they all think they're here for a get together while Alana's parents are over visiting their daughters and grandchildren.

"Oh, Marilyn Monroe and Eliot Ness!" Cas calls over to them, "are you ready?" Dean asks her, she smiles brightly at him, "parents and siblings first?" he nods as they make their way over to the bar.

Alana orders a bottle of champagne and a load of glasses as Dean rounds up their family at the bar, "so what's this important thing you have to tell us?" Mary asks them both as Dean hands them all a champagne flute, Alana turns round holding hers in her left hand showing of the sparkle wrapped around her finger.

Both their Mothers notice it and squeal with excitement, "you're engaged!?" Dean pulls Alana her in and kisses her cheek, "yes, while we were away, I asked her, and she said yes!" he stared at he couldn't believe how lucky he was that she said yes, he's brought back to reality when they are both attacked by their Mum's.

"Congratulations to you both! I'm so happy!!!!" Ronnie wraps up her daughter, "I knew he was a keeper!" she whispered into Alana's ear, making her smile. Pete smirks as Alana looks over to him as her Mum pulls away, "Pete isn't it great!" Ronnie looks to her husband.

"I'm glad it's finally out!" Pete winks, "you knew!" Ronnie looks at him, shocked, "Of course I did! Dean asked me for my permission!" Pete shrugged.

Two weeks before...

Dean felt nervous this was it, there was no going back, they walked hand in hand, the lights lit up the Colosseum as the day fell to night over the Italian sky.

He freezes on the spot, bringing her to a stop, she turns towards him, he stares at her, "Dean?" she smiles back at him. He gets down on one knee, pulling out a small black box from the inside of his jacket, "Alana, before you I didn't care who I woke up next to...but now? You are the only woman I want to wake up to every morning and go to sleep with every night for the rest of our lives! I love you more than you will ever know...will you marry me?"

She smiles down at him, "YES!" He pushes the ring onto her finger, he jumps up claiming her lips, he had never felt happiness like this before.

She had changed him forever...

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Pretend To Care

Campbell Eliot X Reader 

Word Count: 1348

Requested: @emaz-0225​

Request: Can you do a part 4 for pretend to care where the son is a teenager and he is having trouble with his bi polar disorder and the reader is married is having her third child since she had a second son. So her and her husband and Campbell and his parents sit down  to figure out a plan.

*Part 3*

You knew that things would change as (Y/C/N) got older, doctors had warned you that during puberty you were going to need to watch him very closely and help him as best that you could, whether that meant changing medication, changing routines or something else entirely. You had noticed that there was a difference in him/her and while you wanted to help, you weren't sure what was happening, you waited for him/her to come to you but when you were still waiting weeks later you wondered if you should approach the problem yourself and the question was answered for you when you got a call from his/her school.

"Hello?" You asked as you pottered around the house cleaning as best that you could with only one hand. "Miss (L/N)?" A female voice asked down the phone. "Yes." You answered. "I'm calling from North High." The woman said, "(Y/C/N) has been in a fight, we need you to come down so we can talk this through, we are aware of his circumstances but we still can't let this behavior go unpunished." "I understand, I'll be there in 20 minutes." You informed them before hanging up the phone and getting everything that you needed before heading to the school.

The first thing that you did was make sure that s/he was okay, you walked over and crouched in front of him/her "You okay?" You asked as you lifted his/her chin to look at you. "I'm fine." (Y/C/N) answered. "Mmm, alright let me talk to them and then we can get out of here okay?" You asked and s/he nodded, not really saying anything else, you walked back over to the teachers who explained everything that had happened and informed you that s/he was going to be suspended for a couple of days. You decided to try and speak to them on the way home "so what happened?" S/he had learnt to lip read for times when your hands weren't free, you had tried learning with him/her but you weren't so good at it, it was something that you still laughed about sometimes. "I don't know." S/he answered as s/he played with her/his own fingers not once allowing your eyes to connect when you glanced over for a second. "You can't just say you don't know." You sighed as you turned the corner. "What do you want me to say?" S/he asked. "I want you to tell me the truth because this isn't something we can just shrug off." You answered. "It's nothing Mum, don't worry about it." He answered and you looked back at him/her again but there was no indication that anything else was going to be said. "We need to talk about this, what even made you hit them?" You asked. "Nothing Mum! Just leave me alone!" S/he finally yelled, it was the first time that you had heard his/her voice in such a long time and it was because s/he wanted you to leave him/her alone, so you sighed as you pulled into the driveway, you opened the door without saying anything else and walked towards the house (Y/C/N) followed behind you and you opened the door allowing him/her to go up the his/her room, you walked into the kitchen and sat at the kitchen table running your hands through your hair. You had long since moved out from your parents house, you worked from home most of the time, you were still in contact with Campbell, some would say that you were actually very good friends now but he still lived a state over and wasn't always here when you needed him, though he always picked up the phone when you called, so that was why you decided to call him now.

"Hello?" You heard him ask from the other side of the phone and while you thought that you were okay, it seemed that everything was affecting you more than you were aware and you just started crying. "(Y/N) are you okay? Is (Y/C/N) okay?" "I- We're fine, I think, I just S/he won't talk to me, there was a fight at school s/he was involved and I don't know what to do." You explained. "That's not the only thing is it?" He asked, "you're stronger than that." "I think this all might have something to do with the Bipolar, you remember back when we were in school you were..." "Volatile?" He provided for you and you hummed in agreement. "Look if you give me a couple of hours, I can be there, will you be alright until then?" "Yeah." You answered "be careful." "Yeah, I'll see you soon." He said softly before hanging up the phone.

Campbell arrived in the evening when you opened the door he opened his arms for you and you sighed as you accepted the hug. "Is s/he still upstairs?" Campbell asked and you nodded wordlessly. "Are you cooking something?" "Thought you'd want to eat something since you dropped everything to come down this way." You shrugged. "Thank you." He smiled as he pulled away "I'll try and talk to him/her." "Alright." You nodded.

Campbell jogged up the stairs and knocked on the door twice before calling through "It's me kid, you wanna let me in?" "You can just come in." (Y/C/N) called through the door. Campbell opened the door and he saw (Y/C/N) sitting on the bed scrolling through his phone. "I think we both know why I'm here." Campbell said as he sat in the desk chair across the room. "Because I got into some stupid fight?" S/he asked as s/he finally looked up from their phone "mum is overreacting." "Your Mum is worried, you know it's her job to worry when you start acting weird." Campbell said "you should be happy that you have her, she wants to help you, my Mum and Dad wanted to cover it up, that's why I was... Different than you were." "What do you mean?" S/he asked. "I'm sure your Uncle told you about me before." He answered. "Well since you come back, he doesn't really say much, I guess because you better, and I was so young I don't really remember much of what he told me about you... I guess now you're here I don't have to remember the stories." S/he shrugged after finishing signing the answer. "When I was your age, I had more enemies than friends and everyone was afraid of me, adults and kids alike." He explained slowly "I wasn't very nice but your mother gave me the benefit of the doubt anyway, I still hurt her feelings, that was why she left." "Okay, so what does this have to do with now?" S/He asked. "Your mother is just trying to make sure that she does right by you, she isn't asking all these questions because she angry or disappointed, she just wants to understand, you and me we have something that she doesn't but she wants to make sure that she helps you in the best way that she can." Campbell explained. "And just yelled at her." S/He mumbled and Campbell looked at him and smiled. "I promise she'll forgive you, you need to go and say sorry though." Campbell said, jutting his head in the direction of the stairs that lead down to the kitchen.

You were plating up food, you turned to put the plate on the table and (Y/C/N) was standing at the door, Campbell was on the stairs behind him, "Mum I'm so sorry." He said and you looked at him and smiled. "It's okay baby, let's just eat and we can talk about all of this after, we can figure something else out." You explained as you gestured for him to side down before gesturing for Campbell to do the same.

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Writer Spotlight: Mikauzoran

The Miraculous Fanworks Discord server is introducing the creator spotlight! Each month, one artist and one writer will have their accounts and content promoted on our social media accounts. This month's writer of the month is Mikauzoran! See the artist of the month post here! Mikauzoran is a fantastic fanfiction writer! She has written for multiple server events, zines, and more. We've interviewed Mikau about her writing, history, advice, and thoughts about the show! 1. How long have you been writing in general?

I started writing short stories almost as soon as I learned how to write, and, before that, I told anyone who would listen the stories I came up with orally. I’ve been inventing stories for as long as I can remember, and my mum assures me that I was inventing stories even before that too. I first started writing novels when I was around ten or twelve, and I completed my first one at fifteen. I’ve written several more (original fiction and fanfiction) since then, and I don’t plan on stopping any time soon.

2. How long have you been creating for the fandom, and what's your favorite part of the process?

I started writing The Rejects Club in December 2018, and I published the first chapter on January 11, 2019. This January will be my three-year anniversary of publishing content in this fandom. I’m considering holding a prompt giveaway event because three is one of my lucky numbers, and it seems like an appropriate milestone to celebrate. I think my favourite part of the process is the ideas stage. I love when the new ideas start flooding in and all I have to do is take notes on whatever napkin or scrap of paper is at hand. Things get a little harder when I have to sit down and iron things out and make everything work as a cohesive whole. That part of the process in and of itself is very rewarding, but the initial stage of the project when I’m filled with enthusiasm and inspiration for a new idea is the most fun.

3. Has there been anything in particular that influences your style?

I would say that the biggest influence on my writing is what I read. My mum always read to me as a child, so I grew up on the classics. Consequently, I developed a love for and still read a lot of old books. My favourites are French and English novels from the eighteen hundreds and early nineteen hundreds. Alexandre Dumas (Père), Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Lewis Carroll, Charlotte Brontë, Gaston Leroux, Victor Hugo, Jane Austen, George Eliot, and Maurice Leblanc have all been big influences on me. Shoutout to H.P. Lovecraft and Sir Terry Pratchett. I hope to one day write as beautifully as Lovecraft and with Pratchett’s wit. If I could trade my own style for anyone’s, it would be those two.

4. Do you have any advice you'd like to give to other creators?

Read voraciously. When you come across a new word, look it up. When you read a description or piece of dialogue and think, “Wow. That’s really good”, write it down in a little notebook and then use those notes later when you’re writing to get inspiration for how to phrase things. Don’t lift it word for word because then it won’t sound like you, but figure out how to say something similar in your own voice. The filmmaker Kurosawa Akira once said that when you read, you should do it at a desk with a notebook at hand. Analyze what you read and see what you can learn from it. My other piece of advice is to use everything. Everything bad that’s ever happened to you. Your greatest joys. Your failures. Your fears. Your regrets. Your victories. Your heartbreaks. That horrible meal you had at that greasy restaurant with abysmal service. That bright red leaf that drifted down and landed on your head. That time you played basketball in the pouring rain. That song that’s stuck in your head. That painting that moved you to tears. That terrible movie you saw the other day. Use everything from your life in your stories. It will make them feel more real…because it is real.

5. How do you think the identity reveal is going to go? Feel free to write something quick if you want to!

In canon, it will probably be a dumpster fire, honestly. I anticipate drama and multiple timelines and Marinette losing her memories at some point before the identity reveal finally sticks. I’m sure it will be a rollercoaster. What I really want, though, is something calm and fluffy. I want Ladybug to realize that her partner is struggling and needs her support, and then I want her to say “forget the rules. I need to be there for him”. I’ve written several stories like that such as Everything, I’m Learning to Love (Walking Away from Things), Behind the Masks, and Depressing Christmas Carols with Chat Noir.

Mikau can be found here on Tumblr @mikauzoran and on AO3 under the name Mikauzoran. Some of her works include I'm Learning to Love (Walking Away from Things), Your Hands Hold Home, and Drunk Ladybug on My Balcony? Yeah. This is Fine. Go check them out! Interested in being featured? Come join the server!

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LEVERAGE REDEMPTION 1x16 THE HARRY WILSON JOB

- yep, still a wreck, thanks for asking.

- "how long have you been standing here?" - "i just got here." i don't believe you, eliot, and neither does sophie. god eliot is so, so angry. :(

- sophie hasn't heard from harry. sadface. but also, eliot specifically asks HER if she's heard from him, implying that if he called anyone, it would be soph. not-so sadface.

- "i wanna kill a lot of people all the time, i just don't." WOW. there's a lot to unpack here, parker.

- this scene is super intense and sad and all, but all i can think is how gorgeous everyone is. sophie always, ofc, but parker, too, and breanna. and eliot's hair is like... on a whole other LEVEL. 🔥

- TWO MONTHS LATER. [bites nails]

- uh oh, things are not going well. fjsjfbje parker running into the glass door. "smells bulletproof." fhskfbks i love her.

- "getting my free taser." FGTJSJRHKA PARKERRRR

- oh shit bligh is there. OH SHIT HARRY IS THERE!!!!!!

- "he wasn't sad, he was just going back to being evil harry." umm NO. NO FUCKING WAY. NOPE. I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THIS. NOT MY BABY THIEF.

- "he recognised me! we were" [gestures] "this close together, and he let me walk away." oh, how close was that, sophie? 😏

- THERE'S NO WAY HARRY IS A BAD GUY AGAIN. NO FUCKING WAY. i hate that they basically said he was only trying to be good to get his ex back. but even if that was his motivation, he's STILL GOOD NOW. after she's made it clear she doesn't want him back. but look ghsjfjskkf sophie is the only one who still believes in him. SOPHIE DARLING, YOU'RE ALREADY IN LOVE, BUT YOU CAN'T ADMIT IT YET. that's okay though. there's time.

- "we're not having this conversation again. he lied to us before and we let it slide because he was your project." first of all, OUCH. second of all, there is nothing these crazy kids wouldn't do for their mum lbr. ♥️

- i stg though if sophie leaves, i will CRY FOREVER. i only watched 2.0 FOR SOPHIE in the first place. and now they've gone and made me fall in love with harry, so i can't STOP watching. which means i'd just miss her forever. so no. that's not happening. and gina loves being back with her leverage family, right? RIGHT?

- "LET'S GO STEAL OUR MR. WILSON." THIS IS MY FAVOURITE ONE YET!!! AND PERHAPS EVER!!!

- "bring him back in one piece." - "i'm not gonna promise that, man. maybe two, three large pieces at the most." ELIOT PLS. don't be like that.

- wait the hacking thing isn't working the way it should. I THINK HARDISON IS THERE. I THINK HARRY CALLED HARDISON FOR HELP.

- "it says 112 days without an accident. they're due." i am laughing harder than i should be.

- "i just spent the last eight months working with a crew that take people like you apart for breakfast. i'm not just a lawyer anymore." harry i SWEAR TO GOD if you're evil again, i will KILL YOU MYSELF. but that was a pretty impressive line, ngl.

- yeaaah that's definitely hardison's handiwork. which means harry is NOT evil.

- "how did you— oh right. you're... you." I HAVE MISSED THIS MORON and i haven't even been away from him for two months.

- "i know this code." called it!!! awww everyone is so happy to see him! eliot's face just... LIGHTS UP. tptb might try to deny the ot3 is real, but the actors sure don't.

- "so we're not killing harry?" - "that was a discussion point??" a) lmao, and b) well dude what did you expect???

- "it's not cool to keep us out of the loop." - "i'm guessing that was someone else's doing." oh going right for the jugular, miss devereaux, aren't we?

- i know i'm just quoting at this point but i am overwhelmed. OVERWHELMED! /wedding job reference

- "and yes, it WAS a cover!" MY BABY IS BAAACK.

- LMFAO PONY FANS. "that one was not what we thought it was." 😂 "you did that on purpose?" - "maybe." LISTEN I AM 100% HERE FOR HARRY+HARDISON FRIENDSHIP.

- ok i know this is not gonna happen, but it's 7am and I haven't slept so imma take a minute to pretend "mr. wilson, a word" means sophie is getting harry alone for a sec so they can make out after not having seen each other for two+ months.

- oh god. the way his voice breaks when he says he almost got breanna killed. THIS MAN.

- oh FUCK "guilt destroyed my family. i'm not gonna let it destroy yours." oh JESUS. okay first things first: IF SOPHIE'S NOT GONNA PUT A RING ON IT, I WILL. LET ME WED HARRY WILSON. but also, jfc he's SUCH A GOOD MAN. and such an IDIOT because DUDE YOU'RE PART OF HER FAMILY TOO NOW. and sophie oh my god. i can't even imagine all the things she must be feeling. she's been angry at him for being reckless and disappointed that he left them and yet hopeful that he can't have gone back to the dark side, and it all comes crashing down right now, but not because harry acted selfishly. he realised he HAD been acting selfishly and decided to do the opposite and PROTECT the people she loves most in the world.

- aaaah fuck and "we can't go it alone" PLEASE LET THE CATCH IN HER VOICE BE SOPHIE REALISING THAT LEAVING ISN'T THE RIGHT THING FOR HER. i mean they really can't. as a reason for her leaving, she gave that she needs to find herself. and we've DONE that. she already went off to find herself, and she did. and she came back. and maybe she needs to find herself again now, but the difference is that while she had to do it alone the first time, she needs to do it WITH her family this time. i am not accepting other interpretations.

- I AM SOBBING. "HELP ME FINISH THIS, PLEASE." OH MY GOD. AND HER "OF COURSE" IS BOTH RELIEVED THAT HE DOES WANT TO BE WITH ALL OF THEM AND TO BE PART OF HER / THEIR FAMILY, AND ECSTATIC THAT HE ASKED. GOOD GOD HOW. WHAT IS THIS SHOW DOING TO ME????

- "you should probably apologise to eliot, though. he's been very upset." awww babieeeees. :')

- "i'm assuming hardison has apologised to eliot by now." lmao this entire team knows that eliot is the softie. like in 1x01 when parker tells sophie eliot was very worried about her. I LOVE IT SO MUCH.

- i'm very distracted by harry's massive new ring. what's that about, dude?

- "this is my grand finale." ugh she still plans on leaving. WHY. i mean, i can guess why. she first considered leaving to run from her feelings. she didn't want to get hurt again. and then harry went and DID hurt her. so she thinks she's got even less of a reason to stay, and more of a reason to go because she realised the extent of her feelings for harry WHEN he hurt her. ugh gdi show. (but also, what if she did leave for like, a month or two and in that time, harry got seriously hurt and idk, eliot called her to let her know and she rushed to harry's side? 👀)

- ahahahahaha oh my god taggert and mcsweeten. they did it. tptb did what they / john rogers always said they would: they made taggert and mcsweeten more or less the LEADERS OF THE FBI.

- jfc eliot really can't catch a break can he?

- it's interesting how the marshall has a similar dilemma to harry re: the law and what's right and what's wrong. she believes eliot and the team are doing good. that they're helping people. but she can't look past the fact that they are (/were) criminals. which makes the conclusion different from harry's—she goes the other way. she DOESN'T redefine her thinking about morality.

- that desk is ugly af, harry...

- "we trust him." THAT'S RIGHT. 🥰

- "i just got used to being alone. i let my guard down." uh dude, you haven't been alone in 13 YEARS. awwwwMAAAAAAAAN "i know it's not the same thing, but hardison and i are gonna be here for you... forever." - "ya." - "we'll always be together." - "til our dying day?" - "no. past that. even after we get the robot bodies." oh my goddddd. i LOVE this so much. i just really, REALLY wish they hadn't led with that qualifying statement of "it's not the same thing". because it IS. and even if it's not, it feels like a slap in the face to all the ot3 fans everywhere to explicitly say that eliot's relationship with h+p is in some way less than the relationship he had with the marshall. if anything, it's MORE, even if you don't headcanon them as poly. (i have a very specific headcanon for the ot3 that most active ot3 shippers probably don't share, but even MY headcanon is being destroyed by tptb. i can't even imagine how all those fans feel whose MAIN SHIP is the ot3.) they've known each other and worked together for THIRTEEN FUCKING YEARS. and with the work they do, even if they had no other interaction outside of it (which they clearly do, with eliot cooking for them and movie marathon time and all that), that would still mean a lot more than a, what, a six-month relationship with someone he barely even sees? i am NOT AMUSED.

- anyway. "i don't want a robot body." - "well that's too bad, we already measured your head while you were asleep." now THAT'S what i'm talking about. THIS is the kind of thing that allows all interpretations of this ship. did they sneak into eliot's room one night just to measure his head? or did they not have to sneak anywhere because he sleeps right next to them anyway? MORE 🙌🏻 OF 🙌🏻 THIS. 🙌🏻

- "alright, if you already measured my head." YESSSSSSSSSSSS. HIS LITTLE SMILE. HE LOVES THESE TWO SO MUCH. ROMANTICALLY, PLATONICALLY, IT DOESN'T EVEN MATTER. THESE ARE HIS PEOPLE. TIL THEIR DYING DAY.

- uh ooooh.

- "THEIR WEAKNESS IS YOU." FUCK YEAH IT IS. BECAUSE THEY LOVE THEIR MR. WILSON.

- holy shit. "i'm here to make you an offer." HOLY SHIT. sophie devereaux has never been more attractive to me. NEVER. NOT ONCE. cool control and power look SO good on her. i love when she plays weird and loud characters, too, but this is her at her best. just. sophie devereaux, pissed off.

- also, i very VERY much appreciate that she's in all white whereas riz lady is in all black. alexandra bligh was never ELIOT's nemesis in this show / season, despite what 1x01 might have tried to make us think. she was always sophie's.

- "i think you're a distraction. i'm meant to be looking at you and missing the fact (...)" did it just get really gay in here? i already got those vibes at the christmas party in bucket job. @cminerva and i joked that riz lady definitely wants to bang sophie. but maybe it wasn't a joke at all. 👀

- "what if you miscounted?" JESUS THIS IS THE HOTTEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE.

- AHAHAHAHHA OH MY GOD THE RING!!!!!! THE DESK!!!!!!!!! HARRY WILSON YOU BRILLIANT MAN.

- "never tell them the 'or'." - "if you say it'll work, it'll work." - "i believe in you." I LOVE EVERYONE IN THIS NOT-SO SECURE BUILDING. well, everyone on our team, that is.

- PARKER GOT TO PUSH HARDISON OUT THE WINDOW AGAIN. :') and then she and breanna jump out together fhakfhejwn lmao.

- "that was a very long minute. but have you forgotten how this conversation began?" jeeeesussssssssss. i'm so gay. I'M SO GAY.

- "did you really think it was a good idea to give eliot spencer sixty seconds of darkness?" just. leave me here to die. it's fine. i've been slain by sophie devereaux's sheer HOTNESS. the best death i could have imagined.

- "as your legal counsel, i would have advised you to take that deal." YASSSSSSSSSS HARRY!!!! god everyone is so hot in this.

- THE GLOAT. :') but listen there's no way riz lady won't be back. 👀 GRABBYHANDS

- "you blackmailing 'em?" - "uh huh." - "we're gonna double-cross 'em, too." FJAJFJWIDJFJWKFJ hardison is so proud of his girls.

- "we can't cover it up because we confessed!" fhskfjskfjkwjdkwjfj I LOVE THIS SHOW SO MUCH

- awwww harry finally getting a chance to be a full-time dad. :')

- "it's just the start, man." - "not for me." NO. NOOOO. HE CAN'T. HARRY YOU CAN'T.

- "i think i'm done." oh god. no they can't. they can't do this to me.

- "i'm like a little pinch-hitter/hacker and like a little taste-grifter/thief; i'm half a lawyer now at best, but maybe if i mix that all together, i can still be something and do some good." god i just. i GET it. i get what he's doing. but it's NOT THE RIGHT THING. "i'm gonna become terribly poor." oh god.

- but he LOVES THEM ALL SO MUCH AND THEY LOVE HIM. HE CAN'T GO.

- god listen. what if noah was never a permanent fixture? what if he was there to INTRODUCE redemption, both as a show and as a concept? WHAT IF HARRY ISN'T COMING BACK? i feel physically ill thinking about it. it HURTS me. i NEED him to be there.

- "sophie." oh god. i take it back. i don't want him to say her name. not if it's a goodbye.

- and jfc that h/s scene. I DON'T UNDERSTAND. SHE FUCKING KISSED HIS CHEEK. AND THEY TALK SO OPENLY ABOUT THEIR FEELINGS. THEY WERE BOTH GRIEVING WHEN THEY MET AND THEY FUCKING HELPED EACH OTHER. AND SHE KNOWS WHERE TO FIND HIM IF SHE NEEDS HIM (that's gotta be code for him coming back right??? RIGHT????). and then she fucking WENT AND TOOK OFF HER RINGS. JFC. SHE'S READY FOR A NEW LIFE. AND SO IS HE. BUT HE'S LEAVING. AND HE HAS PLANS. PLANS THAT ARE REALISTIC. HE PLANS ON BEING POOR BECAUSE HE PLANS ON HELPING PEOPLE. HE COULD EASILY TAKE CASES THAT NO ONE ELSE WILL AND HELP PEOPLE THAT WAY. PROBABLY FAR MORE EASILY THAN HE COULD GRIFT OR STEAL OR THROW PUNCHES OR HACK. HE SAID IT HIMSELF, HE'S ONLY A FRACTION OF ALL OF THEM.

- .

- i'm trying to finish the episode. i'm a little bummed now that she did call him harry once before because that takes away from this moment.

- and god eliot's checking in on soph with just this one look to make sure she's okay now that HARRY IS GONE OH GOD.

- "that was a hell of a final performance, miss devereaux." 🥰

- "i don't think that was my final performance." oh my fuCKING GOD

- jfc i had forgotten about this speech of sophie's. i knew that there was SOMETHING yet to come that @cminerva and i talked about, with soph talking to the team while wearing that animal print thing. i remembered that much from sophie's "the team is back" promo, but i couldn't remember the CONTENT of the speech. "THIS is my stage." sophie, darling, EVERYONE has been trying to tell you this cause they've all known since victor fucking dubenich (the FIRST time). so she's staying, at least. AND SHE'S GOING TO BE THE MASTERMIND. OFFICIALLY. IT'S EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED FOR HER. she's BRILLIANT and god this is perfect. except.

- "YOU SEE ME AS I COULD BE." THIS IS SO STUPIDLY ROMANTIC AND INTIMATE AND RIGHT UP THERE WITH "I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO LOOK AT ME AND KNOW THAT". BECAUSE THEY FUCKING SEE EACH OTHER. THROUGH ALL THE LIES AND ROLES AND OMISSIONS. THEY SEE EACH OTHER. THEY CAN'T GIVE THAT UP. and FUCK I JUST REALISED HOW MUCH THIS MIRRORS PARKER'S LITTLE SPEECH ABOUT HOW HARDISON WAS THE FIRST PERSON TO REALLY SEE HER AND THAT'S WHY THEY WORK SO WELL AS A COUPLE. OH MY GOD.

- I'M SO SAD. I DON'T WANT TO BE SAD.

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this competition asked to write a short story in the dystopian genre and my entry's below - don't rb!

the sweetest fruit

The boy gasped, straining against the padded frame of the jeep just as the vehicle slowly came to a halt. ‘Look!’ he shouted, pointing at a spot about a hundred feet from the group. ‘Look, Mum! That’s so cool!’

Half-instinctively, his mother had already grabbed a fistful of his tank-top, ready to yank him back. She had spent the entirety of the trip sitting as still as possible, facing forward, eyes stubbornly fixed on the self-cooling top of the car in a pointless effort to fight her motion sickness: her patience was already wearing very thin without her eight-year-old personal safety hazard trying to get himself killed.

‘Ethan, for the love of God,’ she snapped. ‘I already told you to stop leaning over the frame! Do you realise how dangerous that is?’

‘No, Mum, you’ve got to look!’

‘Emma, darling,’ her husband whispered, a gentle hand on her shoulder. ‘You should really look at this. It’s magnificent.’

Whatever it was, even her fifteen-year-old daughter - who had spent the last thirty minutes texting her friends back home without so much as a glance at the scenery - was jaw-slacked, so she slowly got up on her wobbly knees and peered over her shoulders.

In the shadow of a tree, protected from the sweltering heat, two lions were feasting on a zebra. Perhaps belatedly, as it’d taken her a second to drink the sight in, she realised that the poor thing was still alive: writhing as blood, red and hot and pulsing, gushed out from where the bigger lion - the male - had bitten into its back.

The smaller one, the female, soundlessly sank its teeth into the dying animal’s neck, and the latter gave one last weak kick, finally falling limp. When the lioness stood again, it was almost impossible, from this distance, to see her eyes amidst the bloodied mess on her face.

‘Oh, my God, Matt,’ Emma said. ‘This is beautiful. Nature truly is beautiful.’

‘You don’t really get to see this kind of show anywhere else today,’ their guide said from the driver’s seat. He sounded proud, as if he’d hunted and fed the zebra to the lions himself.

Alberto wasn’t wrong, Emma reasoned. Given that they were parked in the middle of the privately-owned biggest North American savanna, he - or rather, his employer - was the one effectively feeding the lions. Like feeding mice to cats. She glanced at her children, glad they could have a window on a reality that was long gone. To think it would have taken a trip around the world to watch this spectacle - imagine the motion sickness then! If only, she considered wistfully, there could be a way of replicating glaciers just as accurately.

‘Honestly, it seems a bit unfair that they get to eat real meat,’ Ethan said at the dinner table a few hours later. He was picking at his plate, moving the fried grasshoppers they’d been served for dinner around, but not really eating any. ‘While we are stuck with insects and microprotein or whatever.’

Emma pinched the bridge of her nose. She was tired and sunburnt, her sensitive pale skin suffering under the blistering sun of the region, so different from the temperate weather back home North. She had a splitting headache, too. She was, yet again, at the so-called end of her tether. ‘Ethan…’

‘You should be glad you get to eat at all,’ her daughter said at the same time. ‘There’s a reason it’s illegal to eat meat. These animals are here for show, anyway. They were originally from Africa.’

‘Shut up, Becca,’ Ethan mumbled. ‘Everybody knows there are no animals in Africa. There’s nothing there.’

Becca’s cheeks were tinted pink, eyebrows furrowed. ‘Of course there were animals. There were animals everywhere before the Climate Crunch.’

‘Both of you, stop it,’ Matt interjected. ‘Ethan, your sister is right. You should be grateful that we are here in the first place. That said…’ He leant forward, voice down to a whisper: ‘I have a surprise for you. Or, well, Richard has a surprise for us. When he arrives tomorrow, he’ll bring us real meat. Bovine meat.’

‘But it’s illegal,’ said Becca.

‘It’s technically illegal,’ Matt acknowledged. ‘It’s not if you know how to get some and no one from Animal Conservation finds out. Do you think our president only eats insects? Please, Becca. Use that big brain of yours.’

‘Yes,’ Ethan snickered. ‘Use your brain, Becca.’

‘That is too generous,’ Emma said. ‘Inviting us here in the first place was, when even he hasn’t gotten here yet. Now this. I wouldn’t know how to repay him.’

Truly, all she felt was jealousy. Her guts twisted with the sheer force of it. Yes, she had known that Richard was comfortable. The gated, heavily guarded estate spanned for thousands of acres, comprised the 5000sqt villa they were staying at (five bedrooms, seven bathrooms, a cinema, marble floors and solar panels on the rooftop), an indoor swimming pool inspired by vintage photos of Amalfi, two indoor tennis courts, and the savanna they’d explored earlier in the day. ‘The biggest conservation area in North America since they repurposed the Midwest,’ he’d bragged in a video call, two weeks before. ‘You will love it. The holiday you deserve. Make yourselves at home.’

But meat? He could get meat?

Matt’s family had designed DeNuketify, which was basically the only effective way of purifying ocean water from whatever nuclear waste Japan kept spewing so that it could be used and, most importantly, drunk. They had managed to flee the continent with the last handful of greencards about the time her family did, too, taking their precious Queen’s accent with them to found Nova London. She was the governor of Nova London now, for God’s sake. The bloody queen herself was long dead but she was alive, and yet, yet - they had never had meat.

‘We don’t have to, Emma,’ Matt said. ‘We just need to remember how lucky we are to enjoy this meal, this house, this holiday. Look at that,’ and he nodded towards the TV screen again. ‘Actually, Alexa!, volume up!, I think the Italians have finally surrendered.’

The war correspondent’s voice grew louder. She - they, Emma reminded herself: Becca always told her not to assume anyone’s gender - was wearing a dust mask and reading from a bundle of documents. ‘The last military hospital in the island of Palermo was destroyed four days ago by a Canadian airstrike,’ they were saying. ‘The rebels surrendered soon after, followed by the group of extremists in the Nebrodi island. Etna had already surrendered last year.’

‘It’s important to remember that these actions were necessary to finally put a rest on the instability of the region,’ they added. ‘Canada will fund a complete restoration of the Southern archipelago. The remaining civilians will be provided with a shelter and then, when the time comes, a suitable job. Nova Italia will be the sixteenth Canadian state, the fourth offshore. There are also hopes to extract petroleum from the seabed of the sunken city of Gela.’

‘Watch them make it into a holiday hotspot,’ Matt commented. ‘The weather is still nice there.’

‘Ooh, I heard about this.’ Becca picked her phone back up and started furiously typing away. ‘There’s this journal entry soldiers found over there, under the rubble, that’s gone viral. It was translated into English. Wait, I’ll pull it up. Alexa, volume down.’

‘I’m not sure I want to hear it,’ Emma said, uneasy. ‘We’re on holiday. Should we not watch a movie? Something funny?’

Becca waved her away, as if she was an annoying fly. ‘It’ll be good practice for my drama class.’

Matt didn’t help—he simply shrugged, half-apologetic, as if to say: Let her do her thing.

Becca made a show of clearing her throat, too, before she started reading from her phone—her high voice now grave, studied, as if she were speaking to a larger audience: ‘I wonder what peas taste like.’

Right then, the scene on screen changed to footage of what looked like a destroyed village, something out of an apocalyptic movie. Emma found herself unable to look away.

‘Nonna used to say that her own great-grandmother grew them in her garden. Figs, too,’ Becca read. ‘They say they were the sweetest fruit.’

Emma wondered if this journal was actually written by a child or a teenager. It didn’t sound like an adult at all. She couldn’t help but picture a girl, a brunette, not much older than Becca, perhaps a rebel, or a trainee nurse on the sweet cusp of adulthood, holding this journal of hers, or perhaps a gun. It violently reminded her that her own daughter, too, would have to serve her time in the Forces in three years.

On screen, the Canadian soldiers walked among the ruins, zigzagging between torn up clothes and discarded weapons, surely looking for surviving rebels under the rubbles.

‘Isn’t it silly that we can hear the fighters overhead and that all I can do is think about food?’ said Becca. ‘I wish we could also eat figs and be happy.’

On screen, the camera zoomed in on a long-forgotten man's shoe, some crumpled photographs, on a pile of bodies in black bin bags.

‘Grandma - I miss her - left me a poetry book, too, from T.S. Eliot. I hope the book is with me when I die, so I can give it back to her when we meet again, afterwards. So I can tell her that T.S. Eliot was wrong.’

On screen, one of the soldiers approached and showed a little trinket to the camera: a bloody, heart-shaped locket that must’ve once been golden, hiding the miniature pictures of two brunette children that would never have a name.

‘That’s enough,’ Emma said. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. ‘Stop reading.’

‘The world may have not ended with a bang, but it didn’t end with a whimper, either: the world didn’t end at all. Sometimes,’ Becca finished reading, ‘I wish it had.’

‘What a load of rubbish,’ Matt scoffed. ‘Everyone should feel lucky to be alive. I bet this journal is a fake. Alexa, turn the TV off.’

As the screen faded to black, Ethan finally popped a grasshopper in his mouth. ‘I can’t wait to have meat tomorrow.’

[fanficparker]

Small No-things | Tom x Haz one-shot

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Tom Holland

Word count: 2.8k words

Warnings: I am leaving this fic open-ended, Fluff and angst sprinkled here and there

Summary: Tom was bothered for not putting in as much efforts as Harrison into their friendship. But when Harrison reminds him of how he's all for him by being his assistant on the set of Spider-man Homecoming, Tom realises he wanted even more from his best-friend.

A/N: Hope this ends my writer slump.

Tom didn't like lying, however, he did lie a lot. In his defence— he just happens to struggle with expressing his feelings because how does anyone do that shit without feeling as vulnerable as a tortoise devoid of its shell?

"Tom, love, are you feeling well?" His mum asked from the other side of the phone.

"Very," He told her, smiling lightly though the words which may seem strange as she cannot see him. But the smile was not for her in the first place, it was for him. He liked telling himself that he was fine and it was almost working.

He hung up when the conversation got too forced, wishing her good night. And as soon as the beeping of the disconnecting tone fell into his ears, he kept the phone down and shoved the plastic wall aside, almost taking Harrison by surprise.

Harrison and Tom were sitting (half-lying down) in the luxury area of an already luxurious London to Atlanta flight. The interior was greyish and the furniture was brownish with cream-coloured curtains. Both of them were sitting beside each other but a removable opaque plastic wall standing between was separating them, which Tom just removed (sixth time in the seven hours, considering they didn't even set it up in the first three hours of the flight).

"Jesus, Tom! Learn to knock!" Harrison jolted, keeping a hand over his heart.

"Sorry!" Tom uttered, not feeling it though (Harrison was a drama queen anyway), "Just a matter of two hours." He gritted his teeth in excitement and nervousness (at least, he wasn't jumping on his seat).

Harrison chuckled, putting down the magazine he was holding. He kept his elbow on the make-shift table, squeezing his legs in his seat and leaning towards the brunette.

"I know. Exciting isn't it?" He said softly, looking up at the ceiling.

"And terrifying," Tom added quickly.

Harrison chuckled, again.

"It's going to be fine..." The blonde produced a full mouth yawn at the end part, removing his glasses and tossing them over the magazine.

Sleepyhead. Seeing that Tom turned the lamp off, sinking into his own seat, shutting his tired eyes.

He knows it's going to be fine. It... It's just that it doesn't feel fine. How does he even explain this?

...

"We can eat a burger. If it will make you feel better..." Harrison offered as the two boys dragged their luggage trolley across the airport.

Definitely, a burger can't make him feel better.

"I said I am fine," Tom repeated, sounding almost frustrated. Because wasn't this the thirteenth time, Harrison was asking him this question?

"You don't look fine though..." He defended in a soft voice.

But it just added to Tom's bubbling irritation.

First, the man who was supposed to pick them up at the airport hasn't arrived yet. Second, that person was telling him how he was just a few miles away for the last two hours and now he wasn't even picking up the call (if things couldn't get any worse). Third, Tom's feet were aching. Fourth, he wanted to sleep in a comfortable bed. Fifth, he didn't like people trying to pursue him into changing his mind and Harrison was doing exactly the same.

"Okay... But can you eat for me? I am really starving."

Tom stopped at his friend's words, leaving the trolley as his hands rest over his hips.

"Mate you got a completely different abdomen. You can eat for yourself!"

"Please..." Harrison did his stupid little pout, making Tom roll his eyes but it was all for vain. He knew well that his friend won't take no for an answer.

With a final huff, Tom relaxed his tensed shoulders, giving in.

"OK."

Soon, he found himself sitting at the counter of an open Burger joint inside the airport itself as he watched Harrison eat.

"Now why are you stealing my chips?"

Well, he wasn't just watching...

"Doesn't your stomach fill up when I eat?" Tom mocked, throwing another finger chip into his mouth and licking the salt off his fingertip.

"And I thought, my best mate wasn't any regular creep..." Harrison produced a gagging noise but then instantly stuffed his mouth with a big bite of the burger.

"Yeah, he is a PhD scholar." Tom rolled his eyes again, chewing on the chip.

That made Harrison laugh. He tried shutting his mouth tight, pressing a hand over his lips as his cheeks swelled, struggling to stop the food from falling out of his mouth.

Tom failed to contain his own grin that split his face. He joined Harrison in the meal as his own order arrived. He watched his phone ring off and away. For once he didn't care about reaching the hotel any earlier. They were fine here. He felt fine here. Didn't he?

...

"Whoa, this is huge!" Harrison dropped the bag on the floor with a thud, instantly rushing to take a look at the bathroom. He checked the other room and then the spare bathroom... Then the kitchen, the balcony and then rushed back to the living room which also served as the outer, larger bedroom, where Tom was still standing unmoved, arms folded across his chest.

"It's huge..." He repeated, letting the adjective trail off his lips.

Tom opened his mouth to say something but Harrison was quick to cut him off—

"Which room should I take? The inner one or the outer one?"

The brunette scrubbed a hand down his face, "The inner one because I seriously don't want your hundreds of shoe pairs invading our living area."

Harrison's brows quirked, "How-how do you know?"

"You posted it on Twitter." Tom shrugged.

"You don't even use Twitter!"

"Yes, and your fans did repost the video on Instagram tagging me."

"Well, then they are your fans. Traitors!" This time Harrison had his hands folded across his chest, dramatically swaying his head to the other side.

There was a pause.

"... Did you actually bring them all?" An amused smile formed on the corner of Tom's face as Harrison licked his lips.

Unnecessary drama... If it was something, the boys would have called it their personal quirk.

"All for you..." Harrison replied, smirking, maintaining the eye-contact with the other boy.

But it was too fatal. He gave up.

"Actually, no I didn't." He rolled his eyes this time.

The victorious smile reached Tom's ears but he was too tired to care. He could kill to sleep on that soft bed. So, he jumped up on the mattress, discarding his shoes and pressing his face against the silky fabric of the pillow.

"I am taking the outer room anyway." His voice came out muffled, not that it was unintelligible.

"Twat." Harrison whispered, twisting his mouth. He was anyway going to invade Tom's space and Tom knew it.

...

Tom won't call himself sad or melancholic. It was just that Harrison had so many... friends.

He had always been great at maintaining relationships even with the people he met in Year Five. But Tom really only had Harrison, despite all the enormous extra amount of people he knew because of Billy Eliot or The Impossible and now even the Marvel Universe. Even when Tom was meeting Jacob Batalon for the third time, it was Harrison who could crack up the conversation. And they were meeting for the first time!

Tom was visibly jealous of this. It wasn't the angry or hateful kind of jealous. It was a sad one. It made him feel as if he was putting in less amount of effort than Harrison. It made him feel as if he was not doing enough— dishonest, insecure and what not...

He felt stupid for feeling this. Yet, it didn't stop him from feeling it more than often. Not that Harrison would ever make him feel this way. He felt worse for knowing and yet feeling all the same.

"Hey, Holland?"

It was Jacob's voice that brought him back to reality.

"Mind if I steal your boyfriend? We are liking each other way too much." Jacob winked, looking at Tom and then at Harrison.

They were inside Jacob's trailer where Jacob was sitting on his chair and Harrison was standing beside him, leaning over his shoulder on his elbow. While Tom was standing opposite to them, basically out of the conversation. Jacob's statement did only one job— make him more anxious than before. Dread settled at the bottom of his stomach, his breathing got laboured and his heart almost stopped.

"We--we aren't boyfriends."

That made the two boys laugh more but Tom only got more confused and felt more left out. Harrison must have noticed because—

"Tis' just a joke. Relax." Harrison shook his head, looking directly at Tom.

Tom could best produce a spluttered laughter, ready to leave for the set.

"Jacob likes teasing. Which means we are gonna be shipped a lot from now on." Harrison giggled as they waited for Tom to be called for the scene. He was wearing that overly tight Spider-man suit, way too uncomfortable.

"... And that doesn't bother you?" He swirled his neck to look at his best-friend, wondering...

"Why would it bother me? It's just a joke. Normal between friends." Harrison shrugged his shoulders like it was...

Normal...

If Harrison is saying then it must be normal.

It has to be...

...

"That was sick! I totally didn't assume Laura to be 'the' prankster. Z was so not ready!" Harrison laughed as he emerged from his room, rubbing his wet hair with a towel. Tom hummed in response busy scrolling through his phone. Harrison tried to ignore it, not caring about whatever Tom was busy gazing into his phone but he could read the uncomfortable longing in his friend's brown eyes. His own laughter died in his throat as he sat beside Tom, giving him a side glare.

Three weeks they were together in this hotel suite which made Harrison more aware of Tom's expressions than any other time. And today, all he noticed was Tom's eyebrows furrowing more and more as he looked into the device. Harrison snatched it off his hands when he suspected him of—

"Hey what?!" Tom yelled, trying to take it away but Harrison was quick to raise it up in the air, using his height advantage. He looked into the screen.

— stalking Henry. He was scrolling through Henry's Instagram profile. Tom sunk into the cushions realising that he was caught red-handed. He watched the softness of Harrison's eyes vanishing replaced by something close to anger as he scrolled through his phone.

"We talked about this, right?" His voice came low as his line of sight shifted from the device to its owner. Tom didn't reply, rather looked to the other side, at the empty wall.

Harrison's nostrils flared. He tossed the iPhone to the side and stood up, pushing his glasses that had fallen to his nose tip back to his eyes.

"He's a piece of shit and you are still clinging onto him?" It was a statement disguised like a question to cloud the fact that Tom didn't have a choice than to accept that his ex-boyfriend was in fact a piece of shit. He was supposed to move on.

But does Harrison have any idea how difficult it was to move on? Does he has any idea how many times he looked at people, thinking he would fall in love with them but in a few days the truth would hit him hard on the chest?

He couldn't.

He can't.

At least, things with Henry were so much better. They lasted the longest. Two years were the longest he had been with someone and not felt drifting apart. Until...

Tom started, voice higher than it should be: "Just because you don't like him, that doesn't mean I---" But he was interrupted by a voice even louder.

"Of course I don't like him. I don't like arseholes!" There were mixed lines of anger and worry on Harrison's forehead. He paused, breathed from his mouth and added in a lot softer voice: "Don't you remember how it was with him?"

Until, he saw himself in the mirror. Until, he noticed the dullness in his eyes that used to glint with enthusiasm. He saw those dark circles, the loss of sleep, the loss of self-esteem.

He even stopped dancing, the thing that once meant everything to him. The thing that paved the way to everything he loves now. And he left it because Henry didn't like seeing him dance. Wear skirts and perform ballets. And he loved Henry so much that he stopped doing it.

No, he never loved Henry.

Henry was his weakness manifesting as a person, taking form in flesh and blood.

"I... I am just seeing his pictures, not that I am going back to him." Tom stated, his pride trying to overshadow his vulnerabilities.

Harrison again exhaled, sitting back on the sofa beside him.

"It's not just about physical things. It's also mental. We talked about it. You deserve so much better Tom and no one even close to Henry." He kept his palm over Tom's knee, looking him into his eyes, "Henry is your past. Gone. He doesn't even deserve a space in your memories."

Tom would have argued but he remembered that they have had this conversation in the past and that Harrison was right.

Henry told him what was good and bad for him. He decided everything for Tom and that's what Tom loved. He loved that he will no longer be responsible for any wrong decisions he ever made. That he would have someone else to blame for all his failures but he was so wrong.

It was his mistake. Considering the possibility was his mistake. Accepting Henry in his life was his mistake. Letting Henry make decisions for him was his mistake.

Henry tried to push his friends away from him. He did push all his friends away. But Harrison was the only one to push back. Push back even harder.

Harrison stayed with Tom no matter how much he pushed him away because Henry said Harrison was not right for him. Still, Harrison knocked at his door, asked about his day, told about his day, wished him New Year before anyone else.

Harrison even knocked at his door when Tom had completely given up, accepted that the gear of his life was no longer in his control. Harrison gave him his chest to keep his head on and cry. Harrison listened to him patiently and understood everything even when Tom was sure his words were just sobs, completely unintelligible.

And right now, he was again pushing Harrison away and Harrison was pushing back with a stronger force. Something hot and wet flashed through his eyes, collecting at the bottom of his eyelids. He wiped it off before it could fall down or before Harrison could notice.

His chest constricted imagining what if that tear had dropped. That it's been so many years after Harrison had those steel braces over his teeth removed or when Tom was no longer afraid of never growing taller and reaching Hollywood... And yet, Harrison would still give his chest for him to lay his head over and patiently hear his sobs and understand his distorted speech.

"Sorry. I shouldn't be so harsh on you..." Harrison apologised removing his hand from Tom's knee but the touch still lingered. He could still feel the warmth of the touch on his skin.

But Harrison was not harsh at all...

Tom smiled this time, looking into his best mate's blue eyes. "No, you are right. Henry is shit."

Harrison smiled too and got up again, stretching his arm is Tom's direction with his palm facing up. His hair fell on his forehead when he looked down at him, exactly like a bungee jumping rope.

"We should go out then. Refill that brain of yours with memories that will be worth memorising." He cheered.

But Tom knew there were moments worth memorising even in those times with Henry. All those moments he had his friend with him. The one who wore those metallic braces, complained about those acne on his forehead or how thin he was and joined gym at fifteen but then never went there the next day.

"Yes." Tom placed his hand above Harrison's. Harrison who no longer had those braces or those teen acne neither he chickens out of the gym training...

Tom did skip over a small detail. That little itch in his fingers when he noticed Harrison's curls falling over his forehead. The desire to touch them and push them back. He had clenched his fists momentarily until he unclenched them back to put his hand over Harrison's bigger ones. He pretended that that itch didn't exist.

Or that he liked holding his hand...

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[leverage-ot3]

notable moments from The Lost Hier Job

leverage 2.09

(Sophie opens her curtains and looks out the window. A knock comes to the door and she goes to look through the peep hole, then immediately opens the door)

Sophie: Who's dead?

Nate: No, no. Everybody's okay. Can I...

Sophie: Huh?

Nate: I-I...

(Sophie lets Nate into the room)

Sophie: Oh. Y-You scared the life out of me.

HER FIRST FEAR IS THAT SOMEONE DIED OR GOT HURT

SOPHIE IS THEIR MOM FIRST BEFORE EVERYTHING

- - - - -

Nate: Oh, yeah. No, we're doing fine. I mean, yeah. Everything's, I mean, it kind of went from a quintet to what we are now, a quartet. I mean, it's like, we still know how to play. We sound good, you know. But something is, uh, sounding a little bit, uh, you know, wrong.

Sophie: Huh. Well, I hope that I’m, I really hope I’m not the violist because when I was little, my mum made me have lessons, and I was rubbish. I was completely rubbish. I can't play a note. Not a single note

- - - - -

Tara: Either I am in, or Ruth is out. It's your choice. (walks away)

Nate: They are gonna hate this.

[Leverage HQ]

Eliot: I hate this.

Hardison: You do not let Vicki Vale into the Batcave ever.

Nate: First, this is my home, not a cave. And, second, we're not gonna allow her up here.

Parker: Sophie would never approve. Call her.

Nate: We can't just keep calling Sophie.

Hardison: Oh, okay. I see how it is. We can't call her, but you can go off and have a little secret meeting with her.

Nate: Secret meeting? What are you talking about? I was in Harrisburg, researching a client.

Hardison: Wow, ‘cause you know what? (hits remote and pulls information up on monitor) Your passport got dinged going through Heathrow airport yesterday. Heathrow's in London. I guess you couldn't get a direct flight over to Harrisburg.

Eliot: Well, it's hard when you do the same-day booking.

Hardison: Yeah, 'cause you had to go with the -- Did you realize that London is the home of the most surveillance cameras in the world?

Parker: Really?

Hardison: Who feels like playing "where's Waldo"?

Parker: Oh. Yeah. (raises hand)

Hardison: I do. (hits remote to show video on monitors) Oh. There's Waldo right there. Waldo Ford. Oh, oh. Is that big Ben and you? Wow. You got twins and triplets everywhere. And looky there. 11:18 am standing outside of Sophie’s apartment, Looking quite pensive.

Parker: Aww. He's rehearsing what he's gonna say. I've seen him do that.

Nate: All right, all right, all right, guys. Okay. Yeah. You caught me. I went to London. Yeah. I saw Sophie. And she's not coming back.

Parker: Not now or not ever?

Nate: I don't know. And I don't, I don't think she knows either. So, uh, that's that. Could you please take the...

(Hardison darkens the monitors)

parker wearing that bright yellow flannel? adorable

parker and eliot look DELIGHTED as hardison fucks with nate it’s great

- - - - -

Hardison: Tara Carlisle. She checks out. Civil-Rights lawyer, does a lot of pro bono work. Collects lost causes like kittens.

Eliot: Well, she's honest.

Hardison: Crusader. Incorruptible.

(Tara pulls up and gets out of her car)

Hardison: And one sexy librarian

I saw a headcanon that Tara did actually do this on the side for a living, because, if you think about it, could she really fake a file THAT GOOD to fool hardison, the best hacker in the world

- - - - -

we love to see parker in the vents

- - - - -

EVEN IN P R I S O N HARDISON GETS HIS ORANGE SODA

- - - - -

(Frank slides the back from a photo to find a Nazi flag and a photo of Hitler. He carries it over to where Orson is standing between Hardison and Eliot)

Hardison: My god, he is Aryan nation

LMFAO

- - - - -

(Blanchard enters room reading a file. He looks up to see Nate on a ladder tearing pages from a law book and clears his throat. Nate looks over at him)

can someone PLEASE make a compilation of nate’s characters being obnoxious and chaotic pretty please

- - - - -

parker’s sMOOTH exit from the vents into a flip I am in LOVE with her

- - - - -

Hardison: I tied the adoption-Reference number to the medical records of one of Parker's aliases. Social security, taxes, long record of drug offenses. Anybody short of the CIA is gonna believe that is Kimball’s daughter.

he’s so good at this I love it

- - - - -

(hiding behind a broken crate, Lind points a gun at Parker and Hardison. Eliot sees this as he approaches)

Eliot: Nate!

(Lind fires, shattering the passenger’s side window. Eliot runs forward, bends to pick up a rock, and throws it at Lind, hitting him in the head. He fires again, shooting out the tire as Nate runs around the car. Lind swings the gun at Eliot, who catches it. Lind punches Eliot in the stomach and Eliot hits Lind in the face with the gun. Eliot throws the gun down as Lind stumbles back for more)

Eliot: Come on!

(Lind swings, Eliot ducks and hits Lind in the ribs, then pushes him away. Lind turns around and swings but Eliot blocks his punches, grabbing him and throwing him to the ground. Lind gets up and looks at the gun. Eliot picks up the gun)

Eliot: You want this?

(Lind holds up his hands and moves away, running. Nate and Parker move out from behind the car. Eliot unloads the gun and tosses it aside)

when eliot sees the sniper and is terrified? when he manages to pick up a rock and nail the sniper in the face with it while running? his FURY when he’s fighting him? he’ll do anything to protect his family

- - - - -

(Eliot and Parker walk past a sunglasses vendor. Eliot bumps a table for a distraction and Parker grabs two pairs of sunglasses, handing one to Eliot)

Eliot: Are you kidding me? (puts on the glasses) Look at this.

THEYRE SO IN SYNC I LOVE IT

also married complaining about the style of the sunglasses? we love to see it

- - - - -

(Eliot and Parker run through a hallway)

Parker: We're cut off. We're gonna have to get rough.

Eliot: I ain't hitting cops.

(a noise from behind has them looking back)

Parker: I look forward to seeing you explain that

remember that one commentary with john rogers where he said in this scene beth changed her lines/energy to more of a kinky vibe that made the scene that much better? because I do and boy was this scene charged with something interesting

- - - - -

Eliot: All right. Be cool.

(Eliot unloads the gun and catches the bullet)

Eliot: All right. Nothing's gonna happen to anybody. Just settle down.

(The officer raises a stun gun that Eliot knocks out of his hand and Parker catches)

Eliot: You’re not using a stun gun either

(Eliot pushes the officer back and Parker points the stun gun at the officer)

Eliot: Hold on. Stop. Chill. All right? Nobody's gonna get hurt.

(another officer steps out behind Parker, his gun raised)

Officer: Drop it!

(Parker points the stun gun under her arm and hits the officer, knocking him down)

Eliot (to Parker): Seriously? What are you doin’?

Parker: Mmm.

Eliot (to officer): Listen, it's probably best if you pretend that you never saw us. Okay?

(Eliot and Parker move down the hall past the fallen officer. Parker triggers the stun gun again)

Eliot: Stop

parker loves tasing people and eliot is exhausted

- - - - -

Nate: Hey, Parker, forget about the hearing. I need you to do something else.

(Parker pulls files from the safe in Blanchard’s office, proudly kissing it)

SHES BABY YOUR HONOR

- - - - -

Blanchard: What the hell is this? Hey, you don't understand!

(the officers drag Blanchard to the exit)

Blanchard: These people are thieves! I don’t even think that one’s a lawyer!

someone also make a compilation of their marks swearing they’re not who they say they are. I just think it’s funny and chaotic

- - - - -

parker hardison and eliot all walk in together (TOGETHER)

also both parker and eliot are wearing flannel

- - - - -

Parker: I bet you're not even a lawyer.

Tara: Oh. Sophie was right. You are adorable.

Parker: Excuse me?

(Eliot, Parker and Hardison talk angrily at her for several moments as Nate reads what’s in the envelope)

some highlights that I was able to hear from all of them talking over each other:

- Eliot: Don’t comment and say that kinda stuff. You don’t know us at all.

- Hardison: Woah, you’re overstepping here

- Parker: You don’t get to call me adorable. You don’t get to say that.

basically the boys jump to her defense and I love it

also SOPHIE CANONICALLY TOLD TARA PARKER WAS ADORABLE THATS SO SWEET

- - - - -

Hardison: Whoa, whoa, hold up. Mnh-Mnh. Hold up, hold up. What is this?

Tara: Oh, it’s a bill, for my cut of the inheritance. Hey, I’m not a candy striper. This is my job.

(Eliot, Hardison and Parker look at Nate, who nods)

Tara: There. See? We're getting paid already. It's gonna be fun.

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Written In The Stars CXXIII (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

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Chapter Twenty-One: Flint's Rescue.

Harry avoided them for the rest of the day and the majority of the next. She didn't need to have a special connection to know he was scared to come down.

She'd tried to look for him in his room and instead only found Phineas, who asked her about Harry and whether he was still in the house or not.

She figured it was Dumbledore the one who was asking, so she told him Harry was still there, and that they were all safe.

Hermione arrived in the evening. She walked into the house with the air of a girl on a mission, Mel told her where Harry was and Hermione decided to try and convince him to get out. She tried to take Mel with her, but the girl refused, instead, she made her way to the twins' bedroom.

She didn't know what Hermione, Ginny, and Ron told him, but it had been enough to put him back on track. After that, Harry was better. Unfortunately -and very much expected from her- he would still do his best to avoid her. This, however, turned into a secondary annoyance the morning of their sixth day in Sirius' house.

Mel walked into the kitchen to the usual sight of Emily and Sirius talking under their breath. Mel -and everyone else in the house- was well aware of the fact that Emily and Sirius were now sharing a bedroom.

Her mother wasn't leaving the house at all for some reason, she thought that was due to the fact that people had seen her with Sirius at the train station and now she was a new target to follow. Still, they couldn't deny the fact that they were acting odd.

Mel entered the kitchen with loud steps and humming a lullaby. The adults turned quickly and faced her.

"You've got a letter," Emily told her, handing her a thin envelope.

Mel read the smeared words on the back of it.

"It's Erick's!"

Her mother sighed. "Poor thing, he must be feeling lonely..."

She turned to look at Sirius and told him about Erick's grandad. Sirius was genuinely upset by the news.

"I knew Eliot Flint," He said. "He was friend's with my uncle Alphard! I met him once or twice... great bloke..."

"Erick reminds me of you, you know?" Emily smiled absently. "A good boy with very particular relatives... When I met him he looked terrified to be near me! I guess he was afraid I was going to ruin his cover—"

Mel stood up so abruptly her chair fell, one hand was covering her mouth in shock as the other held onto the letter with trembling fingers.

"Mel," Emily's smile faded. "What is it?"

"E-Erick ran... he ran away," She stammered. "Last night, he... he sent me this last night."

"Ran away?" Emily asked. "Why?"

"They found out," Mel said urgently. "Look!"

It was short, the handwriting was shaky and not at all like the usual perfect works Erick used to deliver. Even his notes were neater than this. What scared her the most, was the tiny bloodstains on the corner.

'My parents know. Left when everyone went to bed. Currently staying at the leaky cauldron but I'll leave tomorrow. I won't go back to Hogwarts. DO NOT TRY TO FIND ME.'

"He knows that I'll try to find him, right?" Mel asked in disbelief. "I can't leave him!"

"Calm down—"

"I won't leave him alone," The girl walked to the kitchen entrance. "Not again..."

Emily rushed to her side, grabbing her wrist.

"You're not going anywhere."

"Mum, he's leaving. With no money. The world's not safe right now, let alone for someone with no family! What if he runs into a death eater, what if they find out he was helping us?"

Mel started to feel herself shaking, her hands were like ice even though it wasn't particularly cold in the kitchen. She was on the verge of losing it again. Just when she was slipping, Sirius spoke.

"She's right."

Emily looked at him.

"What?"

"We made him part of this. He ran out of his home to protect the Order, this is on us," Sirius walked up to her. "Get Lupin. We can't distract the others with this but we won't leave this boy alone."

"What are you saying, Sirius?" Emily frowned.

"He's just a kid," Sirius insisted. "Not older than my brother when he joined the death eaters. I won't let it happen again..."

"He would never join the death eaters!" Mel argued.

"I'm just saying I won't turn my back on him," Sirius shook his head. "I've heard enough about him from you and Emily to know he can be trusted. I'm sure Lupin would agree. Mily..."

"I'm on it," Emily grabbed the floo powder and threw it into the fireplace. It lit up instantly.

"What's happening?" George walked in, Fred beside him. They still had sleepy expressions.

"Erick ran away," Mel showed them the letter anxiously. "His parents found out..."

"Lupin," She heard her mother say from the fireplace, half of her body was surrounded by flames as she kneeled there. Sirius made a sudden movement, but he stayed in place when he noticed Mel was staring at him.

"What is it, Mel?" He asked.

"I don't want to risk my uncle and my mother... they'd be on their own..."

"No, they wouldn't," Fred said. "Erick's helped us before and we're of age now, right George?"

"Sure thing," He nodded, his drowsiness going away. "Don't worry, Lady. We'll go. We owe it to him."

"But your mum—"

"Mum's with Dad," Fred said. "As long as we get back before she comes back, she won't know."

"I certainly can't stop you from going, boys, but are you sure—?"

"We're certain," replied the twins.

Twenty dreadful minutes passed in which Mel watched Emily and the twins got ready to leave. Lupin entered the house five minutes before they were set to go.

"Guys," Mel said with a hint of bashfulness. "I don't even know what to say... if Erick refuses to come..."

"We'll petrify him and we'll carry him all the way back," George replied.

Five minutes after the twins, Emily and Lupin left, Ginny and Hermione appeared.

"What's with the long faces?" Ginny frowned. "Is Dad okay?"

Mel explained everything to them shortly while Sirius made breakfast, then Ron and Harry came in, and she had to start over. When she finished the girls were looking as anxious as her, and Ron was worried for his brothers. Harry, on the other hand, was glaring at his plate.

"It's been three hours... it's almost lunchtime," Hermione said worryingly. "If Mrs Weasley comes back and the twins aren't here..."

"I'll take the blame," Sirius said. "If it weren't because of my bloody record I'd be able to leave— but I was foolish once, and it cost me a lifetime..."

He sounded so angry about it that no one knew how to respond to that. Suddenly, a light silver mist flew in and stopped right in front of Mel. It was her mother's Patronus, and it talked with the woman's voice.

'We'll be there in five minutes.'

"Wait," Mel said once the Patronus faded. "How are they going to let him in if Dumbledore didn't show him the place?"

"The piece of paper where he wrote the address for Harry," Sirius explained. "Emily had it in our room. For emergencies like this. Not that she'd been expecting this to happen, but that woman's instincts are like no others."

"That's brilliant."

"I want to meet that Flint boy, you know?" Sirius said, a bit more relaxed. "The way you talk about him... he reminds me of my brother..."

Harry stood up without finishing his breakfast. The others didn't notice since they were all anxiously waiting for their loved ones to come back. Mel did though, and the worry that so far had occupied a back room in her mind rose up from the shadows. She got up as well and followed him into the drawing-room.

"What is it?"

Harry turned around.

"What?"

"You're upset," She insisted. "I already let Hermione and the others take care of the first wave, it's my turn."

He frowned. "You make it sound like I'm always attacking people."

Mel raised a brow, Harry rolled his eyes and turned back around, walking away from her.

"You either tell me what's going on inside your big head or I'll force it out myself," She insisted, quickly catching up with him.

Harry stopped so abruptly to face her that she stumbled over her feet.

"Legilimency is magic, and last I checked you're still underage," He stated. "Why do you care? Aren't you waiting for Flint? Bet he's having a dreadful day..."

She would've ignored his comment hadn't been for the heavy sarcasm in his voice.

"Is this about Flint?" Mel frowned. "You're angry because they're helping him?"

"You're risking people's lives for this," Harry reprimanded. "Erick said he was fine. He's clever and he's almost of age—"

"I still worry about him!"

"Yeah," He replied louder. "You worry a lot about him— More than you ever worried about yourself!"

Mel stood there, dumbfounded at his statement.

"How would you even know that? You haven't spoken to me in months," She responded.

The girl stepped forward so menacingly it was Harry's turn to stumble back.

"How dare you stand there and say that?" She scowled. "As if you actually care— You never had a thing against my ways when it was you the one who I was saving—"

"You said you never did that for me," He was quick to reply.

"I lied! I clearly lied, Harry! Why else would I risk my life if not for you? You were my best friend!" She poked his chest with one finger as hard as she could. "I knew you would torture yourself if I were to put all that on you, that you were going to try and stop me if you thought I was doing it only to help you!"

"You lied about that and you lied about not liking Fred, and before that, you hid Erick from me," He said, pushing her hand away in anger. "If you'd cared, then you would've been honest!"

"I had to hold my tongue around you every day! I was so sick of not being honest! Yes, that was such a stupid thing to do, look where it took us! I'm the biggest liar and you're... We can't even look at each other now, can we?"

There was a murderous glint in his gaze, not towards her, but simply existing within his very own essence. She'd seen it before but had refused to admit it until now. That nasty darkness in Harry appeared ever since he'd come back from the maze, it had been present when he pushed her out of his life, and it had been present in every single one of their arguments. Only then, she dared to admit she had her own thing hidden inside her too.

Hate. Pure and blinding. Having no way to release it, they poured it into themselves in different ways. Mel erased the old self she'd abandoned the day they broke apart, convinced that she was a new version with no trauma. It had been working so far, but only in the moments where Harry wasn't present.

As for Harry, his own hatred would burst when least expected, anytime someone would remind him of his past mistakes, that he was nowhere near enough to be of use. Mel was a constant reminder of both even if she wasn't aware of it. Harry regretted leaving her as soon as he did it, but he tried to convince himself that it was for the best, that she was going to be okay. She had to be.

When he found out he was wrong, all fell apart. What was he, compared to a Dumbledore? What was he doing with his second chance, compared to every single thing Mel had done in a year?

As they stood there, Mel and Harry felt like complete strangers. Now she could see him as he was, just like he could see her, all flaws and shortcomings, but they no longer understood. No words were enough. They were attached to each other, yes, but attachment isn't love, and it isn't caring.

"They're here!" Hermione yelled from the kitchen.

Mel realized it was likely that everyone had listened to their argument, but she didn't care anymore. Maybe this way they would finally stop pestering. No more questions about her and Harry.

"You should go and welcome your friend," He was cold, talking as if nothing of what she'd said was any relevant. "He needs you more than I do."

He left her there, all alone in the room before Hermione called a second time. Then she gathered herself up and controlled her breathing, she had this. She could do it.

The twins looked okay, so she wondered what had taken them so long.

"This stubborn git, that's what slowed us down," George rolled his eyes. "At first he was pissed about you sending us to get him, but Emily told him it wasn't your idea, that we were there because it was the right thing to do."

"Then he said this wasn't our problem and that we had to leave."

"So Fred and I kicked the door open and forced him to listen."

"How did you find which room was his?"

"We bribed one of the maids," Fred smirked. "She knew right away who we were looking for, 'tall boy from around your age looking like pulp?'"

"Looking like pulp?" Mel asked in alarm.

She pushed them aside and stood next to her mother and Lupin.

"Merlin..." Mel gasped as soon as she saw Erick's face. "What happened?"

"Miss," He tilted his head a bit so he could look at her. "There you are. I was wondering when were you going to stomp into the room, but I suppose you finally learned to be quiet..."

"You're upset," Mel sighed. "I don't regret telling my mum you were in trouble. Look at your face!"

"You should've seen how my father's knuckles looked after the beating," He said cynically. "They were the real victims..."

Erick wasn't as beaten as to look like 'pulp' but his father had certainly tried to. He had dry blood under his nose. It looked okay now, only the faintest bruise on the bridge, which made her think that his father probably broke it and her mother or Lupin had fixed it. He had scratches all over, later she would find out that his left eye was looking much worse when they found him, but Fred and George fixed it right before leaving the leaky cauldron.

His hands also looked as if he'd spent an awful lot of time climbing, they had a few blisters, but Emily was taking care of them now.

"It's not funny," Mel scowled. "Your father's an animal."

"Well, luckily for me I no longer have a dad," Erick said casually, grimacing when Emily poured a liquid on his palm. "I've been trying to quit the family for years... did me a favour, really."

"We'll take your stuff upstairs," Fred walked up to them, putting a hand on his shoulder reassuringly. "Sirius, where should we leave them?"

"My brother's room," The man said immediately. "Is it just the trunk?"

"Not like I could carry all my stuff as I climbed out the window," The Slytherin scoffed. "Almost died trying to push that out... Mrs Sultens, I'm fine, please..."

"I told you to call me Emily," She said sternly, holding his shoulder to keep him in place. "And stop saying you're okay. You're not."

Sirius and the twins left so they could take Erick's stuff to Regulus' room and perhaps clean it a bit. Now only the girls, Emily and Lupin remained.

"Mel," Her uncle called. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"

She didn't want to leave Erick in a room full of strangers, but the way her uncle was looking at her cause her to move forward, leaving the kitchen.

"He looks much better now," He said gravely. "But he didn't want to tell us what his father found out... said he took care of it. Maybe he's afraid to tell us what information slipped out. Maybe if you try..."

"I'll talk to him," Mel accepted. "But I don't think it's anything serious... if it were something of interest he would've told you. He wouldn't have cared about ruining his reputation. Erick knows how important it is to keep secrets... well, a secret."

"If it turns out you're right then you don't have to tell us," Lupin assured her. "But we have to be sure, alright?"

"Yes," She nodded, then stopped her uncle before he could leave. "Thank you. I know you have more important things to do. Thank you for bringing him here."

Lupin put a hand on her shoulder and brought her closer.

"I still remember Erick from the time I was your teacher, I wasn't going to leave him on his own. Especially now, the wrong turn can take you to the worst places..."

"The full moon is in a week," She held onto him tightly. "And I know you don't have the potion anymore... What are you going to do?"

"I'll manage," He responded.

Lupin guided her back to the kitchen as Ginny quickly left the room, Mel heard the sound of footsteps in the main hall. Ginny probably had gone over to her mother to explain Erick's arrival.

Hermione was now near the stove, waiting for the kettle to start whistling, and she was doing her best to make a sandwich, though she seemed too nervous to get it right.

"Let me help you, Hermione," Lupin said.

Mel made a beeline to where Erick and her mother were, she heard Erick's quiet objections as he tried to make Emily stop, but it was useless.

"I'm almost done, kid!" Her mother scowled. "And stop calling me 'Mrs' or I'll give you a black eye to match your nose!"

Mel snorted.

"He keeps calling me 'Miss' even though we've been friends for almost five years. You're asking for too much, Mum."

"Fine!" He rolled his eyes. "If you really want me to... thank you for the help, Emily."

Mel's mother smiled. "No problem, kid."

"And you too, Mel."

The girl beamed as well, holding his hand and patting it gently.

Erick kinda vanished after dinner. Everyone treated him like he'd always been there, even Ginny, who had never spoken to him, acted as if it was no big deal. The only person who acted hostile towards him was Harry, but she pretended not to notice.

Mel followed the directions in which Sirius told her the boy had gone, and soon enough she was entering Buckbeak's layer, her eyes immediately falling on the figure next to the Hippogriff.

"You know they gave you your own room, right?" She teased. "This is Buckbeak's flat, he's the only single hippogriff in miles so he's quite popular, we're not allowed in here during the weekends because he's always hosting parties..."

Erick was absently stroking the creature's beak, he didn't even react to her jokes.

"I always liked him," He said quietly. "When Hagrid showed them to us in my fourth year I was... dunno, I just like how they look."

"They're wonderful," She agreed sitting beside him. "They also have the temper of conceited royalty... maybe you like them because you relate to that!"

"You're funny," He said with no enthusiasm. "Maybe I'll hire you to be the court jester in my kingdom."

"I do love making people laugh," She nudged his side playfully, but Erick merely acknowledged her touch. "...are you going to tell me what happened?"

Erick looked at her out of the corner of his eye.

"Are you going to tell me what happened between you and Harry?"

"Yes."

Erick scoffed, not believing her.

"I mean it," Mel said. "If you tell me what happened, I'll tell you everything."

The boy hesitated for a moment, then gave in.

"I was stupid," He leaned back on the wall and uncrossed his legs. "I was re-reading one of Anne's letters... I do that sometimes, don't you dare laugh at me—"

"I wasn't going to!"

"Just making sure," He continued. "Mum asked me to run an errand, so I left... but I guess I didn't put the board back on the floor properly, or my brother finally gathered enough brains to do something right... He came back from work while I was out, wanted to annoy me no doubt, I don't see why else would he want to go to my room..."

As he talked Erick gently ran his thumb over the cut on his chin, it didn't look swollen and was the last remnant of the beating his father gave him. Which was a good thing, really. Mel didn't want him to spend the holidays watching the mirror and remembering that disastrous night.

"When I came back my mother was holding Anne's letter... fortunately I burn the Order's messages as I finish reading them, but Marcus had this nasty grin on his face, and mother was saying how embarrassing it was, how she'd trusted me... which is a lie, really, but then my Dad came home..."

Erick tensed, doing everything in his power to suppress the shiver that wanted to run down his back.

"I always knew my dad was a prat, but I never expected him to be a violent one. I suppose that was better than him using magic to punish me. I'm sure he would've tried to do so next morning, but that night he was so angry he forgot about his wand, he just threw me out of the chair and... did his best."

He looked up to her and frowned.

"Don't pity me. I didn't defend myself because I'm not seventeen, I didn't want to get expelled... though now that I think about it that doesn't matter now... I couldn't move and I figured... well, he had to stop at some point, he would get tired eventually..."

"What about Anne?" Mel asked. "Are they going to look for her?"

"He threatened to go knocking door to door, he said he wouldn't care and he would force me to watch as he..." The boy clenched his jaw. "But I'm gone now, and my parents care more about what others think than they care about muggles. They'll pretend, I don't know— That I changed schools, or that I'm ill... Anything before admitting their son was friends with a muggle."

"We thought they had found out about the Order..."

"Yeah, I figured as soon as your mum and uncle appeared... The twins were an odd surprise, they were the last people I expected to see coming to my rescue."

"They said your grandad helped them a great deal, so they wanted to pay back somehow."

"It's not like he'll know," Erick frowned. "He's dead."

"Maybe... maybe he does," Mel tried, but Erick let out a dry laugh at her comment.

"Don't tell me you believe in that nonsense," He replied. "He's not in heaven, and he's certainly not looking down on me; if he were I—" He forced the words to leave his mouth. "I wouldn't have gone through any of this. I didn't deserve it."

"Maybe he's the reason why you're here," She offered. "Maybe he knew it was time to get you out of there—"

"And he couldn't find a better way than to have my dad trying to kill me?" He snapped. "He couldn't find a way to make sure Anne was safe, after all I did to try and keep her away from all this? He couldn't..." Erick's voice died, his breathing uneven. He tried again. "Couldn't he wait until I was home so I could say goodbye?"

For the first time ever, Erick didn't push her away when she hugged him or tried to pretend he wasn't okay with it. He hid his face between his knees and sobbed, she'd never heard anyone cry like this before.

It hurt her in a way she didn't know she was capable of feeling, and part of her wanted to cry too, but now was not the time. Mel wondered if Erick would feel ashamed after this; if he would try to pretend that night never happened and keep up his cold demeanour even higher and stronger than before.

"It's okay," She said, lovingly running her hand through his curls. "We're going to be okay..."

For the first time in months, she meant it.

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1) There are no togas. That’s a big tick from me.

Otherwise, however good the acting, it’s hard to keep the mind off all those knobbly knees.

Tom Hiddleston. Photos by Johan Persson.

2) It's more topical than you might think. Don't believe me? Hear me out.

It's the story of a great Roman general who is so steeped in aristocratic values that he despises the new institutions of democracy and the need to seek favour from the citizens. He describes them as curs with stinking breath even as he solicits their votes. Inevitably that leads to self-destruction. The thing that kills him is not the anger of the people but his own arrogance. He’s a man used to getting what he wants and when he doesn’t, he refuses to listen or compromise. Sound familiar?

3) Of all of Shakespeare’s heroes and anti-heroes, Coriolanus is the most isolated and alone. Yet also the least self-reflective.

Is he the perfect lock-down anti-hero? It will be interesting to view the play through the context of the current situation.

4) It’s a real beast of a play but director Josie Rourke tames it with a revival that goes for swiftness, intimacy and clarity. All difficult things to achieve in a play that is epic in scale and sweep.

5) Tom Hiddleston, so brilliant in Betrayal last year, is very good too.

When he played Coriolanus in 2014 he had just been voted the world’s sexiest man. But, despite the shower scene, he’s definitely not just a pretty face. As Maxie Szalwinska wrote in the Sunday Times: “He is almost literally a golden boy: you'd swear the lighting doesn't bounce off him so much as radiate from his pores and designer stubble. Yet Hiddleston knows that, as Zsa Zsa Gabor once said, "Macho isn't mucho". He's possessed here of confidence and masculine grace without being a strutter, as well as such gobsmacking beauty that it's no surprise the plebeians gaze at him goggle-eyed, even as he insults them.”

6) Deborah Findlay is superb as the original tiger mother, Volumnia.

She is even more in love with violence than her son. “Anger’s my meat; I sup upon myself.” The Times described it as a performance of “brilliantly casual ball-breaking elegance,” and the Independent spoke of her as being like a proud mum bragging about her son’s wounds “as if they are school cups brought home to please her.”

7) None of the politicians get off lightly.

They are all dissembling devotees of double speak. It’s like Listening to Radio 4’s Today programme.

8) Mark Gatiss is excellent value for money and slyly funny as Menenius, Coriolanius’ old friend who is always trying to make things better and stop Coriolanus from taking the next step towards disaster.

9) It’s nice to see a theatre director and her production’s star not being too precious and recognizing that watching theatre on-line is a different experience than watching it with others in an auditorium and trying to bridge the gap.

Josie Rourke and Tom Hiddleston will be doing a Coriolanus Watchalong on Rourke’s Instagram on Thursday (June 4) for those who, as Rourke puts it, “to take Shakespeare’s tragedy a little less tragically.”

Josie Rourke. Photo by Chris McAndrew.

10) TS Eliot was a big fan, rating the play above Hamlet, and calling it “Shakespeare’s most assured artistic success.”

Mind you that is from a man who wrote one of the most tedious and unpleasant plays of the 20th century, The Cocktail Party.

You can watch Coriolanus here on Thu 4 Jun and it will be available for a week.