#i see everyones sweet / silly comments in the tags and i love them all dearly

[sirenetica]

Some details for my dca designs!

I wanted something subtle and recognizable! I added a few things of my own (the bows, the star crown/swirls on the rays) generally just tried to make designs I could draw quickly and for fun :)

[hils79]

Fic Tag Game

I saw this on @kholran’s tumblr, liked it to fill in later and then promptly forgot. Don’t check Tumblr as soon as you wake up, fam. You will forget what you did an hour later. Anyway, this looks fun and now that I’m actually writing regularly again I thought I’d give this a go. 

Name: Hils

I am an ancient internet crone who, when I set up a Livejournal back in 2001, decided to just use a version of my actual name. I’m some version of Hils most places.

Fandoms: Since this is specifically about fic, I’m going to limit it to fandoms I’ve written in. Because otherwise we’d be here all night. I’m also not going to include fandoms where I only wrote one fic on a whim. All of the below are fandoms where I’ve written two fics or more. 

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: This was my first experience with online fandom and still the longest and most prolific time I’ve spent in any fandom I think. My ship of choice was Buffy/Spike. I’ll be honest, when it became canon on the show I kind of lost interest. Be careful what you wish for :D

Pirates of the Caribbean: Yeah, I have a think for enemies to lovers. Jack/Norrington was my ship of choice here. This was also my first m/m OTP. 

Lord of the Rings RPF: This was my first RPF fandom (I know it's not for everyone don't judge me) and my pairing of choice was Sean Bean/Viggo Mortensen. It was a pretty small pairing even in terms of LOTRRPF but I had a lot of fun. 

Smallville: I started shipping Clark and Lex from pretty much the first episode. Which was funny because I’ve been a Superman fan since I was a little kid and never expected to end up here. This was another big fandom for me where I wrote a lot. It’s second after Buffy for number of fics I’ve posted. 

Merlin: This was another one where I started shipping Merlin/Arthur from pretty much the beginning. It’s funny that, as a Brit, this is the only British fandom I’ve ever been in. 

Supernatural: Another big one. I’d watched the show from pretty much the beginning but it wasn’t until Castiel arrived in season 4 that I started writing fic. This is my third biggest fandom in terms of number of fics published and it’s also responsible for my two longest fics

Marvel: I’m using this as a broad umbrella to cover a bunch of different MCU movies, the comics, and the Agents of SHIELD TV show. Pairings I have written are: Tony/Pepper, Tony/Steve, Steve/Bucky, Phil/Clint

The Man From UNCLE: I grew up watching repeats of the old 60s show which I adored, and then the movie came out and was also fantastic, so my fics cover both the movie universe and the TV universe. Mostly Napoleon/Ilya with some Napoleon/Gaby/Ilya thrown in

Check Please: My introduction to hockey and I’m ashamed to say I still haven’t read the end of it despite owning a hard copy of it. Jack/Bitty are so sweet but, again, I kind of lost interest once they actually got together in canon

Hockey RPF: Sort of a natural progression from Check Please really. All my hockey fic is locked and comment moderation is on but it’s there if you feel the need to look. Pairings I wrote were Sid/Geno, Gabe/Tyson and Phil Kessel/Carl Hagelin which was a nice little rare pairing to play with.

The Untamed: My introduction to cdramas. I’ve only posted a couple of fics because I find the fandom quite intimidating in terms of volume and quality.  Weirdly this is one of the few fandoms where the pairing being canonically together just inspired me to write instead of putting me off. This fandom got me writing again after a couple of years of barely posting anything at all. 

Guardian: I fell into this one HARD. I posted my first fic about a month after I finished the show and I still have ideas for more. This was kind of a turning point for me in getting me to write regularly again. 

DMBJ/The Lost Tomb: This is where I pretty much live at the moment. I don’t know what it is about these silly shows that inspires me so much but I love them and the characters dearly. This is one of the few fandoms where I’m just as happy writing gen as I am writing shippy stuff. I just love the Iron Triangle friendship so much. 

Tropes: Hurt/Comfort is the big one for me. Pretty much all my fics involve this trope in some sense. Other than that I think it depends on the characters and the fandom. 

Fic I spent most time on: Definitely  Misha Collins Makes A Match (yes it’s an RPF fic). I had to plot out a whole road trip route set in a country where I don’t live. 

Favorite fic(s) you’ve written: Ooh, that’s a tough one. I generally don’t read my fics after I’ve published them and once they’re out there I consider them Done and move on to thinking about the next one. 

And There's That Pesky Thing Called Reality - I had a lot of fun playing with the meta aspects of fandom. It’s dated quite badly now but if you want a taste of what fandom was like in 2010 this is it.

He's My Brother - I enjoyed exploring different characters’ points of view for this one and how they see Wei Wuxian at different points in the show

Fic I spent least time on: I think I wrote and posted  Love On Ice in one evening. 

Longest fic: Discounting things I’ve written with other people it’s  Misha Collins Makes A Match again

Shortest fic: According to AO3  Three Little Words which is a 200 word Buffy/Spike fic

Most hits/kudos/comments/bookmarks:

Hits:  The Truth About Cats, Dogs and Penguins which is a Sid/Geno hockey RPF fic

Kudos and Bookmarks:  Unleashed which is a Steve/Bucky AU where they meet in their local dog park

Comments: He's My Brother. The Untamed fandom might be a bit scary but they are also very kind

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: I’m already planning at least one addition to the Zhu Yilong/Chen Minghao series I wrote for this year’s Sundial Exchange

Share a bit of a WIP: I generally only have one WIP on the go at a time and I just write outlines for any other ideas I have. So, this is a bit of what I’m working on at the moment. This is not, despite the below snippet, a Zhu Yilong/Chen Minghao fic. 

“Do you want his number?” Chen Minghao asks with a grin. “You can ask him yourself. I’ll need to check with him first but I think he’ll be fine with it.”

Something drops in Zhu Yilong’s stomach. He’s a mature adult who has met plenty of famous actors during his time in the industry. But there’s something different about being introduced to someone you admire. He’s not going to let his shyness get in the way of this opportunity though, not when it could help with his current role.

“That would be great. If you’re sure it’s no trouble.”

Chen Minghao waves a dismissive hand. “Of course it’s no trouble. All I need to do is send a text.”

I tag: ALL of my writer friends. I want to know all about your projects. TELL ME.

[5-falsehoods-phonated]

To Owe A Date

Request fill from AO3 I got carried away with.

@cecie-does-stuff-things I thought maybe you'd like to be tagged since it's DeSleep!

Summary: The new barista at the coffee shop Janus frequents is a shameless tease of a flirt. Janus finds he doesnt really mind.

Warnings: none

Ships: DeSleep, Janus x Remy

WC: 1,499

Rarely was Janus in a worse mood than he was that morning.

It had started off fine, his sons getting along relatively well for the most part. Remus had only stolen one shoe and hidden it the morning and Roman had only gone off on one tirade concerning some musical or another. He loved both of them dearly, chaotic as they were with their typical escapades and he loved listening to their interests and debates on those interests, but they often made for exhausting mornings that made him crave the sweet release of caffeine before he felt ready to face his clients, many of which acted less mature than his seven year olds.

As it was he gently massaged his temples as he kept a fast pace to the nearest coffe shop, which made average drinks at best but was cheap and on his way to the tattoo parlor so he really couldn't complain. Burying himself further in his caplet as he went (yes they were still in style, it was warm and kept his arms free) he stepped hurriedly inside, the small bell tinkling and alerting the worker behind the bar.

Janus' brow furrowed slightly as he took in the new cashier, styled hair swooping low over a dark set of sunglasses and an eclectic assortment of what looked like silly bands adorning his wrists. Sighing quietly he prayed that the newcomer knew how to make coffee already and wasn't a completely new trainee, otherwise this day was going to be a lot more painful than he had anticipated.

"Hey shortcake, what's your poison?"

Janus blinked, the server stood at least a head taller than him, making his comment instantly infuriating. "I have to wait until at least two before consuming alcohol. Unfortunately coffee is classier than wine before noon."

The barista laughed outright. "Ooooh, tired wine mom aesthetic! Don't worry, in this shop we love Karens."

"You won't in about five seconds if I'm still refused service, no ones too tall for a kick to the kneecaps." Janus leaned pointedly against the counter, refusing to acknowledge the others shameless flirting, if that's what it could even be called. The other whistled low and grabbed a small pad and pen, straightening and standing to attention.

"Yes sir." The sultry tone definitely didn't go over Janus head but he merely rolled his eyes and glared point blank. "Alright fine. Geez girl, you are absolutely no fun. Do you know how boring it is in here most days? Can't blame a guy for trying. I'm gonna guess...you're probably a lightweight, so decaf with lots of sugar hun?"

Janus snorted. "Fuck no. A mocha with two extra espresso shots and whipped cream. I'll pay the extra."

Raising his eyebrow the barista jotted down his order and smirked. "Love a man who can hold his espresso. It'll be just a minute...?"

"Karen."

Laughing out loud again, he just nodded and turned away forwards the various machines to go about filling the order. In no time at all it was done, his cup handed over with Karen ♡ carefully written on the side. Paying quickly, Janus turned to leave, only pausing when the man's voice called out to him.

"See ya later babes."

"Depends on how good the coffee is." Janus threw over his shoulder not bothering to look back as he left to actually go to his job. Walking briskly down the sidewalk he idly took a sip of his order while checking his phone for the time.

...well shit.

Concentration fully on his drink he realized that even if that shop wasn't already his regular coffee shop it certainly would be now.

-----

"Dad! Guess what I did today?" Roman jumped up and down excitedly clutching his backpack.

"No, his story's stupid! Guess what I did instead!" Judging from Remus' mud covered jeans Janus could definitely give a guest as to what he did. Sighing in mock exasperation, he shifted the groceries and continued to carefully step up the stairs.

"I suppose it'll be up to whoever can get the groceries over to Mrs. Gibson the fastest can tell their story first." That way too he wouldn't be tripping over them trying to unlock the door with an armload of groceries.

"RACE YOU!!" As soon as they reached the landing Remus took off, leaving a loudly protesting Roman to catch up with him.

"Quieter please, and be-!" A loud crash followed by apples skidding across wood. "-careful. Are you alright?"

His worry dispersed as Remus scrambled up and began picking everything up and shoving them back in the bags, his brother begrudgingly helping him. Smiling and shaking his head he turned to the door and attempted to reach the key while still holding the bags, a feat which he stubbornly refused to believe was impossible now that he had started.

"Do you like, need help or-?" A familiar voice had him glancing up, mouth running dry as he recognized the sunglasses wearing flirt from that morning.

"How am I supposed to be enraptured by my saviors eyes if I can't gaze into them like the star struck lover I am?" Janus drawled, still making a valiant effort to reach his pocket.

"No can do babe, fluorescents are just as bad as sunlight and I enjoy looking at your own eyes too much to risk blindness." So saying he reached over and took the groceries, smugly carrying them all one handed while holding a cup of coffee in the other.

Pretending not to notice his burning face Janus turned to finally get the door open just as the boys were running back down the hall.

"Dad Mrs. Gibson gave us candy-! Oh! Hi mister!" Roman stopped abruptedly in front of the stranger, who smiled and tipped his head.

"Sup kid." Unfortunately, Remus didn't have the luxury of paying attention, too enraptured by the bag of chocolate he had been given to bother slowing down and barreled his way straight into his twin.

Janus saw the dominos fall in slow motion; Roman stumbling forward and reaching out for something to grab, which just so happened to be the baristas arm. Coffee spilled in a waterfall on both of twins' heads and in a desperate attempt to remedy the situation the man jerked his hand up and away, getting a face full of ice and the remaining coffee in the process. For a moment time stood still, but taking in everyone's drenched appearance Janus couldn't help a small small to grow to a grin, a snort breaking the silence as he struggled to contain his laughter, apologizing through it nonetheless.

"I'm so sorry, are you-are you okay?"

Before he could answer he was cut off by Roman. "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to it was an accident-!"

"Hey kid, check this out." The man kneeled, setting the cup down before flipping his glasses up and letting chunks of ice fall from behind them. "No use crying over spilled coffee. It's chill."

Janus stared incredulously before letting loose another peal of laughter. He nudged open the door and ushered the boys inside. "Go clean up before you end up sticky. I don't care if you like it Remus go."

"Boy they took chaos twins to heart didn't they?"

Janus turned around and offered an apologetic smile. "I really am sorry about all of this-"

He waved him off. "It's cool babes. You just owe me coffee now."

Janus smirked and tugged on his groceries, taking them back. "I'd say I just owe you an offer to come in and clean up. Where's the coffee coming from?"

"Oh I might have a place in mind."

----

"This is not what I thought you meant." Janus stood with a deadpan expression as he took in the small cafe that was decidedly not the other's place of work.

"I never eat where I work babes." The man replied, reading Janus' thoughts.

"I thought I was just buying you coffee?" He sputtered following after him.

"Oh you paid me back with that yesterday when I washed my hair in the sink. This is because i owe you a date."

Who the hell- "You are really forward aren't you?"

The other tipped his glasses down slightly to wink. "You haven't told me to fuck off yet so I'm just taking it in stride."

"This is one date, to be clear."

"Sure Karen."

"Janus."

The other stopped and whirled around. "What babes?"

Janus ran his fingers through his hair in exasperation. "It's Janus."

Smiling, the man stepped forward and leaned slightly to fix his hair, making his face erupt in flames. "Call me Remy, shortstack."

Janus scowled. "I'm not that short!"

"Babes, I'm like a head taller than you. You're kids'll probs be taller than you by the time they're ten."

Bickering all the way to the door Janus couldn't help but smile. Short just meant dibs on being the little spoon, and he had every intention of taking advantage of that.

As always this work is also available on AO3!

[diteach]

2020 in review

I was tagged by @apeironaxiomaton to look back at 2020 and pretty much to try and not hate it so much! Thank you!!

Also I’m stealing the idea of putting everything under a cut, which I have never done in my life (and probably should start doing) bc it makes things neat as heck. Almost none of these are in a particular order.

Top 5 movies I saw this year:

Volevo Nascondermi by Giorgio Diritti - this movie is REALLY good AND I have good memories tied to the protagonist for Reasons I’m gonna cry bye (a shame that I’ve only watched this other excellent movie starring Elio Germano tonight bc it should be on this list)

Emma (2020)

The King’s Speech

Spirited Away or Porco Rosso - I had watched the first before and never the second so I think the fairer choice would be Porco Rosso but I’m not entirely convinced of it

The Wolf of Wall Street - look, I simply have a weak spot for stories that are so absurd they can be nothing but real (see “the other Elio Germano movie”)

Top 5 TV shows I watched this year:

Murdoch Mysteries - it will stay engraved in the first place of EVERY chart in saecula saeculorum and NO nothing can take its place I don’t care

Peaky Blinders

Alias Grace - which I was sure was a movie? I was so shocked to discover it isn’t like was it really six hours long what the

The Queen’s Gambit

Suburra: Blood on Rome - “The series was developed by Daniele Cesarano and Barbara Petronio for Netflix, making it its first Italian-language original television series.” I’ll be honest, some bits were a little bit hmm-inducing. Not the best tv series I’ve ever seen, but it managed to be fun and easy to watch. Suspenseful even!

Top 5 Songs:

So there’s a reason why Spotify said I’m an octogenarian this year and for as much as I complain about it... it’s right... Spotify’s right. And it will only get worse, I’m afraid. All the songs are from the same playlist which was my most listened to (and is the most interesting to share imo). I swear I have listened to other, newer things as well.

Shake That Thing by The Abe Lyman’s California Orchestra

Night Hawk Blues by The Coon-Sander’s Nighthawk Original Orchestra

Where the Sweet Forget-Me-Nots Remember by Merle Johnston and His Ceco Couriers (I’ve loved these flowers since I was a kid it was so nice to find a song with them in the title!!)

Dew Dew Dewey Day by Nat Shilkret

The Panic is On by Mezz Mezzrow And His Swing Band

Top 5 Books I Read This Year:

so this is embarrassing,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,I “bought” an insane amount of books and read a grand total of...like...t w o. It was actually like four and some short stories (which I hated and are therefore banished from the good boy list) so I’m gonna list my silly little titles and make my silly little comments about them all. From “””””best””””” to “worst” we have:

The Adventures of a Modest Man by Robert W. Chambers - I literally cannot shut up about this book and, yes, it is the one tied to this illustration, about which I equally cannot shut up about. It’s so horrible that it makes a 360 and comes back as good, but not before hitting you with a cardboard tube for a laugh and subsequently stabbing you in the kidneys just because it can. I think we can confidently state that we are in the “I didn’t say it was good, I said I liked it” realm. I have so many questions about this book. Why was it written? Was it taking itself seriously? Was it commissioned by someone? Why is it so gay but only if you know that the author is a man? Maybe it’s a parody? Was it an experiment made by the author to test his own skill? I know jack about literature, unfortunately, so grain of salt here but it made me feel strong feels. Not that I could identify any of them if you asked, but they’re definitely there.

Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats by T.S. Eliot - I’m counting this in bc what is a book if not a patchwork of silly little paragraphs anyway so yes, we have a collection of poems. Not only do I know jack about literature; as a matter of fact, I know jack about poetry as well! All I’m gonna say is: I like cute things, I like cats, the poems were cute AND about cats. I really liked it! I often find myself going back and reading again specific parts just for the delight it is to read them out loud! I also may or may not have named the cats you can adopt in Stardew Valley after some of Eliot’s cats. The movie Cats (2019) did one good thing: making me read this.

How You Can Keep Fit by Rudolph Valentino - Yes, that is correct. A book on fitness written (in English!) by silent movie superstar Rodolfo Valentino. It is less than 100 pages on real, actual exercises that the reader can replicate in the comfort of their own house with little to no equipment. With a sprinkle of old timey manly manner of speaking, a few anecdotes from the author’s childhood in ye merry Italian countryside, a dusting of precious advice against ice-cream, and a dash of genuine intrigue for these newly discovered “vitamins” everyone is talking about. Overall a fascinating read that I treasure dearly! Valentino also wrote a book of poems, which I am absolutely thrilled to read this year.

For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway - Hmm.. I have mixed feelings about this one. Whenever the original language of a book is English, I instinctively want to read it in that language. Because I can! And because that way I get to read exactly what the author wrote. If it was another language, I’d get a translation, make peace with the fact that selling my soul to acquire perfect knowledge of all things is morally questionable, and call it a day. Problem: I’m a sucker for old books. And old books I did find indeed. There were three books by Hemingway for sale, very pretty, and for an almost symbolic price too so I bought them. They are Italian translations from the late 50s and my plan was to go through one in Italian, one in English, and after that, decide in which language to read the last one. I believe it was a mistake for me to start with Italian in Hemingway’s case. He’s known for having a very, VERY peculiar style that is integral to how the novels are perceived and I feel like I've robbed myself of literal peace of mind. For as much as I found the story interesting, I could not ignore the voice in the back of my head that kept wondering “was it necessary to render it like this?”. It did make me feel feels and think thoughts, but honestly? It was partially for the wrong reasons imo. It’s one of those books you should read at least once in your life, I guess, so I’m definitely glad I did it! Surprisingly, it captured me more than I expected and trapped me into its little world. I could clearly imagine the scenes in my head, which hadn’t happened in years! I’m really excited to move on to the next two books and finally be able to say if I appreciate his style or not.

Top 5 positive things that happened to me in 2020:

Visited Rome and took a stroll around on my own (sort of) for the first time in my life. I had never seen it at night :) Right after that I celebrated my birthday and got some cute gifts, including sweets that were sent all the way from Australia!!

Managed to buy my mom a gift, which is possibly the only real Accomplishment of 2020.

Took a bizarre trip this summer (I know, guilty) and fell in love with Slovenia

Discovering I like textile arts kinda gave me hope for myself and for the future. I say kinda for I dare not think concretely of anything too positive lest it should be prematurely taken from me. I shan’t elaborate. It is what it is.

Therapy!!!

The last few months of 2020 really hit me hard whereas in the beginning nothing was too bad so it was nice to see the list growing and growing! So many tiny good things happened and it’s worth to cling onto them. I’m tagging @sonicysuchillydog, @nurmilintunen, @alfonzone and anyone else who’d like to participate!! “Tell them I sent you” lol. Guys.............if you don’t feel like going thru your 2020 feel free to ignore bc......I get it............................

[butlegendsneverdie]

Twisted (j.m)

A/N: This is based off my niece and goddaughter. Yes I did use her actual birthdate, because you’ll see why. And I’m not the happiest on how I wrote this. But it’s still likeable I think. 😁 Enjoy! Like Comment Reblog!

Pairing: Joe x Reader Summary: There’s something wrong with your baby girl. Words: 1685 Warnings: um. Childhood ailments?

A/N2: also the baby in this story is 1.

You love your baby girl more than anything in the world. Just getting her into this world seemed like a hassle onto itself. You and your husband had tried various more conventional ways of making a new life unsuccessfully for a couple of years. You began to think there was something wrong with you. But after countless doctors appointments and treatments you get the news that you are pregnant.

The pregnancy itself wasn’t terrible. There was a little bout of morning sickness but other than that you loved carrying the precious life. The birth was a story in of itself. Crazy and insane but you wouldn’t have changed anything.

It was New Year’s Day and Joe’s best friend was in town to celebrate his birthday which happened to be the next day. The two of you decided to throw him a little party/get together the day before his actual birthday (because you were very pregnant and didn’t want to ruin their fun on his day, but still you wanted to spend some time with your friend)

Ben was actually the first one to notice you in labor. He could tell something was off with you. You insisted it was nothing as little contractions started to roll over your body. He didn’t like that answer and told Joe, who started freaking out.

In short the party was postponed with the promise to resume it at a later date, but everyone was completely understanding of the situation. Many wishing you and the baby well.

After twelve hours of waiting for her, she finally made her worldly debut. Molly Kay Mazzello, your little m&m, was born on January second (same day as Ben’s, they are birthday buddies, and all four of you usually celebrate together, it’s a thing). Once you heard her screaming cries, you couldn’t have been more overjoyed or tired. But she was here and your life with Molly truly started.

Molly wasn’t a very difficult infant. She had her father’s auburn hair and your eyes. It was the perfect balance between you and your your husband.She was sweet wrapped in a blanket of silliness.

She loved to get into thing much to your wariness. The cupboards were her favorite. She didn’t necessarily like taking the things out of them, she loved getting into them. That lead to Joe clearing out a small cabinet for her. He loved hearing her squeals when she would open the door and climb inside. It was funny when Molly would try and get Joe to join her in there and he couldn’t fit.

She absolutely adored cats. It was so cute to see how excited your daughter would get upon seeing them. You had been raised on a farm and when your little family went to visit your parents, Molly would go crazy taking every opportunity to get outside, trying to get to those kiis. And that’s when you first really noticed it.

You were watching from the window of your parents’ house as Joe and your mother had taken Molly outside yet again. She was currently chasing a cat named Gizmo, screaming enthusiastically at the poor creature, who kept running away whenever she got close enough. She had tripped over her feet once again. It was no problem for her though as she stuck her bottom up in the air pushing her grubby little finger off the ground to continue on her way.

But it was a problem for you. It was her fifth time tripping like that in the past half an hour. Observing her you took the time to really pay attention to how she was walking and hold herself. YOu noticed her were always pointed inward, making her a bit pigeon toed.

It wouldn’t have bothered you so much, but you worried that she when she fell one of these times she was actually going to hurt herself.

You thought about maybe getting her into see her pediatrician, as soon as possible. In the meantime you decided to see if Joe noticed anything.

“Kii! Kii!” The little girl sobbed coming back into the house.

“I know Molly. I know.” Joe held the squirming girl close to him. If he didn’t, she surely would have wiggle her way out of his arms and most likely wandered back outside.

“Hey.” You smiled kissing the man you loved so dearly on the lips. He returned the sentiment before proceeding to get your daughter’s shoes off and wash her hands.

“I have something I want to ask you about, Joe.” You bit your lip out of habit. He nodded his head, indicating that you could continue on with what you needed to say. “Have you ever notice how often Molly falls? Or.” You pause, contemplating how to say this next bit and how your husband will respond to it. “Or have you ever notice how she walks? How her feet turn in?”

Joe frowned and cocked his head to the side, thinking about what you had just said. In all honesty. He noticed the walking issues, but never really thought anything of it, it would probably work itself out once she got older. “I have. But I don’t really see it as a big issue. It’s probably something she��ll grow out of when she gets a bit older. I don’t know.”

“She keeps falling Joe!” Concern displaying over your normally calm features. “In the half an hour that you guys were out there, she stumbled about five times. Maybe even more when I wasn’t really watching.”

“I know I saw. But she was really excited out there, running all over the place, and there loose gravel everywhere. It might be nothing, Y/N. Let’s just see how the rest of the weekend goes. And we’ll talk about this more when we get home.” Joe sighed, his eyes transfixed on Molly Moo’s little feet.

The rest of the vacation was filled with fun memories and good times. There wasn’t anymore talk of Molly’s feet until you got home. Following much discussion, you got Joe to agree with you that maybe it wouldn’t hurt to see Molly’s primary doctor.

Weeks later the doctor’s appointment came. Molly was being her normal playful self. The doctor agreed that the rotation of your baby girl’s feet was more prominent than most children her age. But once again you heard the words come out of her mouth.

It’s normal for children to have rotational problems like that. It doesn’t appear that she is any pain. She’ll grow out of it.

All the doctor prescribed was to get a certain kind of shoe and make sure she wears them, maybe it’ll help with the rotation in her hips. She did suggest going to doctor who more so specialized in children’s orthopedics.

It still bugged to you no end. Hearing the doctor brush it off like it was no big deal. To you it was a big deal. What if she didn’t grow out of it and it got worse? What if she was never able to play sports or run without tripping? Or what if it didn’t correct itself and she gets teased at school for it. You just wanted to help your M&M.

After a couple of months wearing the shoes and walking around the house with her, you saw little change. Joe could tell how much this was all bugging you, so he made the appointment with the specialist. Hopefully they could give you a better reason and solution to the problem.

The new specialist asked you more in depth questions about Molly. Things like when she started walking, when did you first see the deformity, and if it got better or worse over time. Then there the question that were specifically made for you. They were just standard questions. He just wanted to know about your pregnancy, labor and delivery of your child.

Once the neurological side of the exam was over and done with, the doctor called you and your husband back to her office to discuss the next course of action.

“It’s called internal femoral torsion” The new doctor started to explain what that exactly was. “Both the tibia and femur are rotated in, that’s why the toeing in looks as bad as it does.”

You really didn’t know what to say. You had so many questions for the doctor but in that moment your voice was failing to procure itself. Thankfully Joe was able to read your mind.

“How do we fix this sort of thing?” Joe’s mouth hung slightly open after asking for a solution. There was a small stream of panic written across his face. “I mean there has to be some kind of brace or therapy or something. Anything.”

“That would be the most logical answer to this problem. But it your daughter’s case doing nothing would most likely be the best medicine. Mother Nature might just need it’s time to run its course.”

“But what if we do nothing and it gets worse over time? Huh? Then what do we do?” Joe started to raise his voice at the man. He really didn’t like what the man had said. There had to be something they could do.

“Well then-“ The doctor paused. He figured neither of you would like what would come next. “If Molly’s legs haven’t correct themselves. When she’s eight years old we go in, break her legs surgically and fix the problem.”

“If you’ve got to be kidding me.” Joe really got angry now. In fact he stood up and took Molly, who was sitting contently on his lap, out of the room. He hated the idea of doing nothing and then if nothing had changed in the future, causing his child more pain. It wasn’t right in his mind.

The car ride home was mostly silent, all except for Molly’s happy gurgles in the back. It makes you wonder if she evens knows there’s something different about her. You sure hope not, you don’t want to cause her any more pain than what she might face in the future.

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When Ghosts Come For Us

Chapter 29

NOTE This is based on the movie Crimson Peak, so if any of the subject matter in that was uncomfortable for you, you will find this similar. I will *NOT* be describing incest in this, it will only be implied, same as the movie.

As I have stated already, my laptop is broken at present so please excuse grammar mistakes and the lack of GIFs and pics.

WARNING None. Also, I do not own any image or gif used in this story.

HERE is the link to Chapter 1 on Ao3

Rating - Mature

Charlotte's eyes widened as the reality of what happened hit her. 'Thomas?’

Thomas looked at Lucille whose eyes went from the needle in her arm along the arm holding it there before her eyes met his. 'No.’ Her eyes filled with tears.

Thomas felt the sting of the blade that had cut his shoulder as he defended Charlotte and Blake begin to ebb through his mind. 'I have to protect them, they are my family, Lucille. I'm sorry.’ There was genuine remorse in his voice but his eyes showed the sincerity of his words as he pressed down the plunger.

Angered by the official declaration by her brother regarding his allegiances to Charlotte and the baby over her, with her remaining strength, as the drugs began to kick in, Lucille grasped the letter opener tightly in her hand and went to strike Thomas in the throat with it.

Seeing what she was planning, Charlotte put herself between the blade and Thomas, gasping as the sharp object pierced her arm, grateful that Lucille's strength was first weakened by her time laying still and secondly by the use of the narcotics. It did not pierce far and to Charlotte, she had suffered far worse before. They watched as Lucille slumped into unconsciousness, neither saying anything to the other while she did so or for a few moments after.

‘Lottie?’ Thomas was the first to find his voice again. He took her arm to inspect it.

'I'm fine. What about you?’ She went to inspect his shoulder.

'Lottie, why did you step in, she could have hurt you.’

'She was going to kill you. She was aiming for your throat. I could not stand back and do nothing.’ She argued. She then turned to look at Blake, who was next to her. 'My little hero.’ She looked at the blood staining his chocolate coat darker. 'Where did she get you?’

'His ear, it seems just a small cut.’ Thomas inspected the area carefully, Blake eyeing him suspiciously as he did. 'I think I have broken his trust.’ As though on cue, Blake leant closer to Charlotte and the bump of her protruding stomach.

'He is confused. He will see soon that you are still you.’ She comforted before looking at him warily. 'You are still…’

Thomas looked at her, studying her studying him. 'I am still trying to ascertain what is happening.’

Charlotte nodded. 'I understand.’ She rose to her feet gingerly and rubbed her stomach. ‘I better get proper restraints. If she gets out now, she'll be a danger to you too.’ She stated as she walked out of the room.

Thomas watched her as she left before looking at Blake, the dog looked at him for a mere moment before following Charlotte. Alone with an unconscious Lucille, he assessed everything he just learned. When the thoughts of Charlotte admitting to knowing the past returned to him, he rose to his feet and followed after her, finding her in Lucille's room, readying the restraints. 'You knew, of it all? Of them?’

'The wives, yes.’ Charlotte did not look at him as she spoke.

'Before we wed?’

'Before we ever laid eyes on one another.’ She confirmed.

Thomas looked at her questioningly. 'And you still thought it a good idea to come here?’

'I did.’

'How much do you hate Lucille to think going to where she did these things to get her was a worthwhile risk? You are incredibly foolish. You could have been killed.’

'If you plan to have me regret it, I won't.’ She looked at him. 'I meant everything I said, Thomas. I love you with incredible intensity. I would do it all again tomorrow for you. I got you free of her. You are your own man now, free to do as you please and in doing so, you have rejuvenated the mines and rebuilt your name. You are an incredible person and a wonderful man.’ She smiled proudly.

'Was what you said true, of Cordelia?’

'Every word.’

'Your upbringing, her...her death?’

'None wishes more than I do that those were falsities but I have not such luxury. My parents are why I look like I do and my father getting her with child is what put her there.’

'I am so sorry, for what Lucille did.’

Charlotte smiled lovingly at him. 'It is not your crime to apologise for but thank you.’

'I...I do not know what to think. I fell in love with an overly kind and sweet woman, is that still you? Who are you?’

Charlotte bit her lips together. 'I knew the situation, that the charming man that feigned interest in me, was just that, I was never under any illusions, you thought differently.’

Thomas thought back to the beginning of it all, when she acted so innocent. 'Was it all a charade, how you act?’

'No. I like smiling and not thinking of what other people deem acceptable. It is their fault they associate happiness with being utterly silly. I played it up slightly, yes, but only because I learn more that way. People seem to think being silly equates to being deaf.’ She scoffed. 'I am essentially the same person. A little less dim, but I truly do love art and music and poetry. I adore our conversations and I genuinely was unhappy at not having you with me in Pembrokeshire.'

'Did you feign interest in my work?’ Thomas asked, clearly worrying about her response.

Charlotte's first reaction was to chuckle slightly. 'My dear Thomas, I have spoken to you for how many hours on the topic of your work, I have also initiated conversations on the matter, have I ever shown disinterest or boredom as we converse? Interest cannot be feigned for that length of time. I genuinely care about your work, I love speaking with you regarding it.' She smiled genuinely at him.  

'You are truly the only one to believe in me.’ Thomas stated. 'Lucille, everyone else, they scoffed or saw it as a foolish pastime but you...every time I made a development or when I had a setback, you are there with me.’

Charlotte smiled and walked over to him, cupping her hand to his cheek. 'I love you, that is what a wife who loves her husband does, she supports him, come glory or failure; though, for the latter, she should not allow him remain disheartened, she should encourage him to try again.’

'Why did you transfer the accounts?’ Thomas asked. 'You knew everything, yet you…’

'I made it we have equal right to it. That my signature was not required for you to access our money.’

'But why?’

‘It is a good thing I did, with regards the autumn and you remaining, my being so far away who be most inconvenient if you required any funding.’ She smiled before becoming serious once more. 'I told you, I wished to do it. I felt the love I feel is reciprocated. I believed it to be the right way to have things. As my husband, everything should naturally be yours too.’

'But you knew the truth.’

'I thought you to love me also. I hoped you did.’ She smiled lovingly at him. 'I think I was right.’

Thomas still felt conflicted and confused but continued to think over what was said over the past few minutes. He also considered the care and sheer effort that Charlotte had put into assisting with Lucille, the hours she spent looking after her tediously was something he noted, as well as recalling her comments regarding her doing it for him because he love his sister. 'And Dr Thompson? He...Did he really disown you?’

The heartbreak on her face showed the honesty of her statement regarding the doctor. 'It is more complicated as I am the legitimate child and he is not. But I had only him as natural family left and I love him dearly. He is my brother and he has always been there for me, especially after Cordelia, and now….now he wants nothing to do with me.’

'Does he know too?’

'Yes, that is why he is so angry regarding all of this.'

'And regarding me?’

‘He knows that Lucille was behind the most of it but your doing nothing makes you culpable to him.’

'How do you view it?’

'You did wrong, you allowed these women be harmed but you never wanted it. I saw the pictures, the ones of your marriages, you were clearly unhappy and the fact is, every death, you were complicit but not the murderer. I see you, the loving kind man behind it.’

'And that angers him, your brother?’

‘He sees me loving you and having your baby as betrayal, not only to him, but to Cordelia. Your sister murdered her and I carry a baby that shares that blood. But I can separate you from your sister and that is a large part this. He cannot.’

‘Do you regret it?’ Thomas asked.

'How can I? I love you so greatly and what mother can regret her child. I love you and I love our child who was created of our love, I cannot regret either of you.’

Thomas looked into her eyes and saw nothing but sincerity. He thought of her words. She chose him. She wanted the best for him. She encouraged him and she always ensured her words were encouraging and complimentary to him. He thought of their nights of passion, how she smiled and how she looked at him. Thomas was not a religious man, but he prayed her words were honest, that she loved him as he did her. His hand caressed her cheek, causing her to look him in the eye, a worry in hers. He leant forward and kissed her gently, her lips gently pressing back against his.

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