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procyonloser · 2 months ago

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"Okay Charlotte's Web, what do you got for me?" Adam asked, kneeling down beside her table in the room where they'd decided to have Charlie's school time in.

She'd been ecstatic the first week Adam started coming over to teach her, but she'd seen a bit down today. He looked at her finger painting and it seemed to be a cat...bat...thing. Adam's mom, when she was alive, told him all his childhood drawings looked exactly like ancient cave paintings. Never knew why.

"You like kitties?" Adam asked, trying to get her to respond, but Charlie just stared at the picture, fingers covered in red and and black.

"I want to go to school," Charlie said, not pouting even, she just looked legitimately sad. "I miss my friends."

Adam exhaled, scratching at his chin with his good hand; the other was still in a sling for the time being. "I know you do, I miss them too while I'm on break. Maybe we can set up play dates so you can still visit everybody?"

Charlie looked up at him with teary eyes, before launching into his chest, wrapping little filthy hands into his sweater, as tightly as she was able to. It'd been a purple sweater, but now it was sort of tiger striped in paint smears. "Can you be my new daddy?" Charlie mumbled into his chest. "You're nice and you don't make me brush my teeth and you're softer."

"Sorry kiddo, you're stuck with your dad for the next number of years. And, for the record, I would also make you brush your teeth. Trust me, you don't want a root canal ten years down the line." Adam said in some amusement, ruffling her hair. "Let me go talk to your dad, okay? I'll see what I can do. You keep drawing whatever the f...fun things you like." Adam saved himself from swearing blatantly in front of her, but he didn't know how long he'd last.

Adam walked through the manor, and Lucifer was clearly essentially flaunting the fact he was extremely wealthy, and not by good means. There were cameras everywhere, armed guards at every door, and paintings on the walls that Adam was fairly certain had come straight out of the black market. Adam had worked for men like Lucifer before, but never as a... preschool teacher slash nanny. He wandered around, not sure where to go to find the man in question, until he found stairs leading down into what Adam thought was the wine cellar.

It was not. It was a room set up like... Well, where they would get rid of anyone causing issues.

Adam had briefly played with the idea of Lucifer being a mobster with a heart of gold. He clearly loved his daughter, he had his dorky moments, and he didn't look particularly threatening. So, Adam thought, maybe Lucifer was the kind who tried to use his influence for good.

Adam walked in on Lucifer speaking to a man that was handcuffed to a chair. The man he didn't know eye's swung to Adam instantly, widening before turning desperate.

"You, please, listen to me, you know who I am, don't you? I have a family, I have daughters-" in the blink of an eye, Lucifer had slit the man's throat. He gurgled over the next few words, blood pooling on the ground, before running towards the drain in the floor.

"Pity, but oh well." Lucifer said, sounding more like he'd just dropped a sandwich on the ground, than the reality of watching a man die slowly. Lucifer's expression was ice cold as it slid over to Adam, who felt rooted to the ground. "I'd recommend not coming down here. I was actually going to let him live, but once he saw you, that's a risk we can't allow. There's other politicians, at the end of the day."

Politicians? Oh, that was where Adam knew the man from. He was a politician nearby, and not an awful one at that. He didn't see eye to eye with Adam on everything, but the important stuff they did. He didn't seem to be corrupt, yet here he lay bleeding. It was far from the only body Adam had ever seen, but it'd been years, and this felt different.

"Did you want something, Adam?" Lucifer wiped off his knife on a piece of leather, looking up at him with a much more pleasant expression. "Anything wrong with Charlie?"

Adam froze, staring at the body. Lucifer killed him because he'd seen Adam.

"... She... just wanted to know if we could set up a playdate with her friends..." Adam said slowly, watching as the man's eyes finally rolled back and became unseeing.

It was just supposed to be a short term job, something to just get him solvent again. He didn't actually want to stay for more than a couple months - Adam didn't even like children.

And yet, at the end of the day, he had about five children clinging to his legs as he dragged them across the daycare floor. They did some mix of crying, sobbing, laughing, just wanting to stay a few minutes longer in the facility before their parents picked them up.

Charlie sat on his shoulders, frequently talking about how her dad couldn't hold her up so high like Adam could, which always brought Adam great joy.

"Okay, easy goes it, there you are, I've got you." Lucifer said as he was passed as squirming blond toddler. "Daddy is here, Charlie! Aren't you happy?"

Charlie puffed out her cheeks, teary eyed, which in turn made Lucifer's face fall.

"So much for Daddy." Adam said, hands on his hips, amusement spun through his voice. He never really liked the short weirdo, it didn't help that he'd married Adam's childhood sweetheart.

Lucifer shot him an icy look, his demeanor instantly shifting. "I'll show you why I'm called that, if you'd like."

It was Adam's turn to feel his smile falter and fall. It wasn't so much because it was seductive - though it did kind of turn him on; moreso, it was because he knew Lucifer was the head of what he was fairly certain was the mob.

#adamsapple #mob au

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neshabeingchildish · 4 years ago

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League of Extraordinary Geniuses || Chapter 8

@verified-dumbass @just-a-j-reallly @kiddangers @poppyville

I hope that everybody has been doing well. This chapter isn’t as long as the previous, but that’s mostly because these have been running together, and I’ve been trying to find stopping points for them. I wanted to fully get through this emotional journey that Charlotte is taking the guys on while she figures some things out and after I have the chance to do that, we’ll get back to the action and premise. This was a little bit of a fun break from some of that, even though it is very much so a Max stress chapter, Max is a person that doesn’t wear his upset on his sleeve.Let me know what you’re thinking. I’ve still got notes, but I’m running out of them. Lol.

The Way I Danced with You

This was possibly the best tea that Chase had ever tasted in his life. Max didn’t order tea. He ordered a smoothie and added in a bunch of things that like… why didn’t he just get dessert? All of the sugar content couldn’t be good for him, plus… He mentioned planning on drinking later. How was he able to keep that physique and excel in hero duties with all of the sweets and alcohol he partook in? Chase didn’t do stuff like that. He made sure that his body was as immaculate as humanly possible. But tea would often be one of his guilty pleasures… Not that tea wasn’t healthy, but he ordered for taste and aroma, not so much the medical or spiritual purposes that Charlotte usually adhered to. He wondered how she was doing with “her guys.” He wondered if their presence at the cottage had made the difference that Max once hoped for with those guys. He wondered what it would be like whenever they reunited…

“Okay, so, we gotta go shopping. Gotta get some Dystopia clothes to wear and some supplies for the robot research. Then, it’s to the library, because there’s an entry way into Charlotte’s lab there and that’s the closest and easiest one to access. I’ve gotta look over the potential genius pool results for minions and get them started on one of my side projects, while I have the down time. Gonna swing through Maxtropolis and check in with Marx and Dougie - you can stay in the car if you need to…”

“I’ll be fine,” Chase said, but even thinking about it made him tense.

Max brushed it off and continued, “Probably will be around lunchtime. So, gonna do that at The Bionic Brothel…”

“Brothel???” Chase repeated, clearly horrified.

“Relax! It’s a soup saloon.” His eyes grew misty as he stared into the distance, “There’s nothing else in the world like their soup selection.” Chase glanced towards where Max was staring off into the distance and this brought him back to the conversation, “And, they’ve got cool soup selections and other stuff too, so even though it’s hot outside, you could still enjoy something. One of the biokids Char plucked from your dad’s island opened it up about a year ago. It’s a bionic owned business with a bionic staff, with the exception of a few regular servers. Hostess is an android… Or was. I don’t know the status of the ones that were living life before this hellstorm…”

Now, it was on both their minds again, but Max found his voice to say, “And after that, check in with Charlotte to see if she needs anything, and if not, head back to the Super Stay to wash up and get ready to go to Dance Off Revolution.”

“What… what is Dance Off Revolution?”

“You really have got to get to Dystopia more often!”

“Something that 16 year old me never could have imagined anyone would ever say…”

“Dance Off Revolution is an underground club where dance crews have battles and soloists try out for crews.”

“Are you suggesting that we try to join a dance crew?” Chase asked, a little bit more excited than he intended to sound, but Max froze and looked at him with equal excitement.

“I wasn’t, but the tone in your question tells me that I was wrong! Hell yeah, we’ll try out for a dance crew!”

Chase smiled, cheerfully, then collected his thoughts, “Wait a minute, we can’t try out for a dance crew. We don’t have time to join a dance crew! We’re only here for a few days or so.”

“You don’t do things JUST TO SAY that you did it?” Max asked incredulously.

“I mean…” Chase smiled brightly again and gushed, “YES!”

“Oh man, I am gonna destroy you on that dance floor!”

Chase furrowed his eyebrows. For some reason, in his mind, they were about to do a thing together, not face off. But at merely the suggestion that Max could defeat him didn’t sour his mood. It made him competitive, “In your dreams Super Kid.”

Max’s eyes grew wide, “It is SO on!” He started mumbling something about, “Thinks he can defeat me in a dance battle? This boy don’t even know Beyonce’s catalog and thinks he can beat me in a…”

“What does Beyonce have to do with dancing?” Chase asked.

Max almost crashed the car, then came to a screeching halt. People were honking their horns as he collected himself. “Tell me… that you just did NOT…”

“We are in the middle of the street…” Chase said, nervously, and mouthed apologies to angrily passing vehicles.

“That’s like asking what Usher has to do with dancing!” Chase narrowed his eyes, not wanting to ask it out loud, but Max read his face, clenched both of his fists and yelled, “YOU’RE WONDERING WHAT USHER HAS TO DO WITH DANCING, AREN’T YOU???” Max shook his head and started driving again, making a very illegal U turn. “Plans are cancelled until further notice. You have to be schooled in the Church of Usher.”

“Is that another Dystopia landmark that the tourists don’t usually hear about.”

Through his teeth, Max chimed, “It is a lifestyle choice.” He turned on an Usher playlist and headed for his friend’s house.

Simone was giggling about Max Thunderman being in her dance studio, in front of the mirrored walls, showing Chase Davenport Usher choreography. It was extremely unexpected and cute. She loved this so much. AND they gave her permission to put any of the clips she recorded on her stories for the Kickbutt Dance Studios Company page. By the time they finished, Chase knew every Usher song with the choreography and was in the best mood that Max had ever seen the guy in. He took a call from Mr. Davenport while Simone and Max talked.

“So… This your new romance prospect?” She wondered.

Max furrowed his eyebrows, “What? Are you joking?”

Simone looked confused, “You asked me to open my studio for you to share Usher with him and danced for hours. You put together a routine for Dance Off Revolution! …If that isn’t a date, then I don’t know what is. Anyways, you like teacup people with bright eyes.”

“SHUT UP! I do not!” He did, but. He already had a teacup person with bright eyes. Charlotte.

Simone laughed and shrugged her shoulders, “I guess…” She looked towards Chase, then said in a lower voice to Max, “Just, be careful around the bionics. I don’t know. He seems nice and all, but they’re… they’ve brought a lot of controversy and contempt into our world.”

Max didn’t expect to defend Chase, but it flowed out naturally. It wasn’t even because he felt connected to him or that they had bonded over dance. He just knew that the things that people thought about Chase were probably misconstrued, after having spent some time with him. “I know that, but he isn’t like that.”

“Kaz seemed to think so,” she said.

“Do you ALL know each other???” Chase asked, coming back over.

“Pretty much,” they both said.

Chase fussed, “And why is Kaz ALWAYS talking to someone about me? Jeesh.”

Simone wasn’t EVEN going to get on that subject. “Look… I know you did a lot for the supers whenever the war started, and as someone who could’ve potentially been slaughtered, that definitely means a lot. I just still take issue with the fact that bionics are comfortable with taking the credit for supers’ successes.”

“The supers have told us that they don’t want your world uncovered,” Chase said. “I guess your buddy Kaz leaves that part out when he’s keeping a personal journal about my life.”

“That was years ago, my dude. People know that we’re here now, and yet bionics are still seen as heroes while we’re seen as freaks. The difference being because you guys are just nonsupes with technology and we were born this way. You can’t remove our abilities and that makes nonsupes dehumanize and demonize us. As someone who knows and works with us and even fought alongside of us, I would think you’d be more vocal about exposing the truth. No other bionic person has the platform that you do.” She shrugged her shoulders and said, “Just something to think about. Personally, I never really wanted to be a hero. I love being stationed in Dystopia. The Defenders do most of the work and I was able to open my own dance studio! So, I’m not insulted on behalf of heroes. I just watched my mom bust her buns to be a hero and never get to let the world know, and now that the world is evolving and slowly making room for supers, I think it’s important that our importance in history and in today’s formation is esteemed, as well.” She shrugged her shoulders.

Chase nodded his head, until Max tried to answer for him. “Well, it’s not really his platform, so he can’t just start making statements about supers.”

“Who’s platform is it?”

“His dad’s.”

“I don’t know his dad.”

“His dad’s in charge. He’s just the poster boy.”

“Wait a minute!” Chase interrupted.

“Say no more. I know how that is. I was the Super President’s daughter coming up. No platform of my own to be found.”

“I have a platform!” Chase insisted.

Max smirked, “Yeah, that Daddy controls. Excuse me, Mr. Davenport…”

“I can put whatever I choose on my platform!” Chase fussed.

“Okay,” Max said, rolling his eyes, then laughed when Chase pouted about things. A few more minutes, and they were finally off to do the things that Max intended to do before. Chase remained pouting. Max drowned out his sighs and groans with more Usher. Chase tried to resist moving along to the music. He couldn’t, but he definitely was able to hold his glare.

By the time they were shopping, he lightened up, but the implication that he couldn’t speak for himself because he represented Davenport Industries would continue to bother him. He picked up the tab, because he knew he had more money than Max did and he did feel like he owed him for being pretty generous with stuff like cooking breakfast and offering beverages and stuff. They would be working together and he had to get used to treating him like a person that he was considerate of. Super Stay was a hotel that supers tended to stay in, though there was other clientele.

They were in the Maximus Suite, and the place had a bionic chamber. Chase was impressed with it. It wasn’t like the one that Charlotte kept for him, but it was pretty good for a hotel. Dystopia was extremely accommodating, now that he was visiting. He didn’t want to tell Max that he had quarters in the city, because Max was pretty comfortable with this arrangement of them being in the same suite and he didn’t want to seem ungrateful or rude.

Once they were cleaned up and changed, they met in the common area of the suite and Max announced, “Sure you’re gonna be alright seeing Marx?”

“I’m not a baby, Max.”

“Okay. Well… it’s closer than the library now, so there first, maybe get soup with Dougie and then the library. He’ll probably wanna look over Char’s robot stuff anyways,” Max said.

As they headed out, Chase wondered, “Are you two like… really close?”

Max thought for a moment, then said, “Well… I think so. Something that my family never really realized about my villainous days was that I was missing something. I thought that there was no way that I could ever be as good a hero as my sister and I had a pet villain to motivate me in other directions. My parents never supported me unless I did something they approved of and well… I felt like I found what I was looking for in Dr. Colosso… and I mean, I ultimately made the right decision but I was so close to the darkness. Douglas went into the darkness and when he came out, he'd lost his family. Sure, he was able to get back in, but he still missed out on so much and can't fix what he's done. I empathize. I didn't go as far as he did, and if I had, who knows? My family might not trust me. It could have gone so much worse. Dougie helps me to remember to be grateful and I help him to have a connection with a son like figure that he can relate to. There's mutual understanding and appreciation that we haven't exactly been able to get from our loved ones that have never did the dance in the darkness that we've done."

Chase didn't want to talk about why he didn't trust Douglas fully or the tension and resentment he still felt, after years of work and trying, but, one thing was still true, "I'm glad he's got someone like that."

“He would trade me for one of his own in a heartbeat,” Max said, with a shrug, though the thought of Douglas ever turning on him shook him deeply. He was around when Colosso died… And honestly… he was the only person who was at all helpful. He… wanted to reanimate him as an android bunny, which no… I didn’t want to do, but I sure appreciated his desire to help me cope.”

“Bunny?” Chase repeated.

“I’ll explain later. Anyway, yeah… Dougie and I are close. He’s basically me, if I was old and lonely.”

“Lonely? With you, Charlotte, and Charlotte’s weird little friend?” Chase asked.

“Wow. You’re just gonna disrespect Schwoz that way? Yes. Even with a few friends, Douglas is still lonely. He doesn’t even get to be fun uncle to Naomi.”

“More and more, it’s sounding like you just hang out with him because you feel bad for him. Scared that you’ll turn out that way?” Chase joked. Now, it was Max’s turn to frown.

“Maybe,” he muttered. Probably, he couldn’t get himself to admit out loud.

“So, you ready to help me to create a whole new Dystopia?”

“I’m ready to watch your back while YOU create a whole new Dystopia.”

“That works!”

Thunderstrike smiled at Charlotte, his mask hiding half of his face, but not the eyes - old school style, as was the case with the heroes of his bloodline. That and a cape. He was ready to be the hero that she needed to do whatever it was she had to do.

Charlotte was it for Max. He’d made that up in his mind before he ever met her. Sure, he’d done this before (with Cheyanne), but with Charlotte, it was different. First off - he apparently was drawn to her, because he admired her in each form she had, not even knowing she was the same person. And then, they became friends, and then he relocated to Dystopia during the height of its crime and then… he felt validation.

She finally was starting to see him for who he was and he’d hoped, for who he could be to her. At that time, she’d been away for over a year and doing a lot. He could tell that she wasn’t as connected to her former partners as before. He could tell that she cared for him, maybe not as much, but enough for it to matter to her… enough for him to matter, for THEM to MATTER!

The Super Stay wasn’t around yet, so he had a cabin on the campsite of the shelter he used to bring supplies for (Henry and Jasper’s shelter), and it was cozy and had every amenity needed, but sometimes, he wanted a bath. It was hard to get used to not soaking before he showered, and Charlotte was staying in the fancy place that Mr. Davenport provided, so whenever he’d mentioned this particular inconvenience, she suggested that he could do that at her place. Most of the time, she was either at work or at Henry and Jasper’s (which she was still calling “home” at the time), so she gave him the extra key and told him to make himself comfortable.

He wasn’t going to impose. He just wanted to soak and think before he showered. Nothing else. Only, whenever he came over to do so, Charlotte was always there, despite having claimed that she was never really there. “Guess I just have bad timing,” he joked.

“Or good timing,” she said, with a bright smile and went to retrieve a pair of pants. She was just wearing panties and a crop top sweatshirt, with her locs tied up in a scarf. She didn’t seem uncomfortable with him seeing her that way, or maybe she presumed that he’d turn his head when he realized that she wasn’t decent… Or maybe, and he didn’t want to presume, but couldn’t help it, maybe she’d wanted him to see her like this. She pulled on the tight fighting, snug leisure pants and headed into her bathroom… where HE was about to go. “So, this is where the towels are,” she told him and he followed her voice, gasped when he saw how wondrous the bathroom looked, before even making it to the walk in linen closet, which was full, not only with towels, but soaps, skin products, dental hygiene supplies, etc, and had a little computer on the side. “This is Madame. If you’ve ever seen the episode of Fly Homes with the Dom, that computer system that he calls Eddy, this is like that, but for here and she isn’t obnoxious. She’ll help you with anything you need to set the tone. Oatmeal, honey, milk, tea, whatever you wanna add to the bath. The pressure of the rinse… All the details. You can program your preferences under your name.” She started showing him how.

It was dope. He stayed for a while, laying in the tub, not realizing how much he’d needed this and also hating the fact that he didn’t have such a fancy set up in his house. He’d have to change that at some point… But, that night, he simply rested and soaked, then showered and whenever he came out, ready to go home, Charlotte was closing her laptop, having just finished all of her assignments, and she smiled at him. “Nightcap?” She wondered.

Of course he wasn’t going to leave. He didn’t plan on staying all night, but as it turned out, back then, it took less liquor to make her worry about him driving. So, after a few drinks and long conversations about their current projects and stuff, she let him sleep on the couch and she went to bed.

They had so many nights like that, the first time that he showed up and she in fact wasn’t there, he was sorely disappointed. He went into the bath, put on an eye mask and soaked, steam coming off of everything.

It was a while before he felt like he heard something and sensed someone there. He pulled off the mask and Charlotte was standing in the doorway, trying to quietly back out. She laughed at herself and shook her head, “Sorry. I didn’t realize that you were in here. I was gonna try to leave unnoticed.”

“No, no… This is your bathroom. Do what ya gotta do.” He put the mask back on and rested against the bath pillow. She bit her lip, but came into the room and sat on the toilet. She turned on some music because, maybe it’d be better if he couldn’t hear her peeing. She noticed his hand tapping the side of the tub to the beat of the music and was relieved when he didn’t react to her extremely loud piss. Like… she was only aware right now how loud it was. Was it ALWAYS that loud? She hugged herself, sighed and let out some gas. She groaned and quickly said, “I am so sorry.” She said it almost under her breath, because finding her voice in the midst of that shame was difficult.

“For being a human with bodily functions?” He asked, from beneath the mask, and then added, “In your own house?”

Usually she’d remind him that this isn’t her house and that whenever her stay here was over the Dom was gonna use it for something else, but that night, she just laughed at herself, cleaned off with the bidet and left the bathroom.

The next time that they were both there, she was now more comfortable with stepping in on him, since she knew that he didn’t care, and she really wanted to do what she needed to do and get out of there. They bumbled around each other for a while, trying to be polite, but also to hurry. Max had an early morning and had to get to sleep. Charlotte had a date for the first time “in ages” with Henry and Jasper. It was controlled chaos and they laughed their way through it, and moved along.

Only… Charlotte spent the majority of her date thinking about Max and what was happening with them. How comfortable she was getting with someone who wasn’t Henry or Jasper… how… attached she was feeling. Max spent the entire night awake in bed, willing her to be somewhere thinking of him too. That wasn’t to say he believed that could happen, but the possibility of him being the only one who’s night was overtaken by emotions and thoughts just didn’t sit well with him.

After that… they were solid. Neither of them mentioned it for a time, but Charlotte began to stay home more (calling her Davenport property home, by this time) and he began to stay over a lot.

Jasper was upset. He didn’t feel like it was appropriate. “This friendship of yours is going too far,” he’d complained. Only to be overruled by Charlotte’s iconic, “You think that’s the farthest that I, of all people, can go?” and Henry quickly smoothed things over with, “I think it’d be cute. One of these days one of us was bound to like somebody else and want to explore. It’s Charlotte, so the most sensible of us and the one with the most moral fiber. That’s a good start for a relationship soft open.”

Soft open. She didn’t know if she liked that description, but further conversation led them to a conversation about opening up their relationship, but only with open communication about it.

At 21, she didn’t have all of the answers. Even people who lived poly lifestyles and people in open relationships all had their own ways of doing it and she didn’t know which way was right. She was still learning herself at that time and to learn yet ANOTHER man seemed excessive, but it was Max. She knew that things were mutual. She knew that she could do this and she believed that she would enjoy it.

Whenever she next came in to find him in the bath, listening to something vibey - Jhene or Sza or something - eyes shut and head leaned back, she removed what she had on and joined. He stirred, but didn’t visibly panic whenever her toes touched the water. His eyes opened and seeing her settle in, her stared, but didn’t want to ruin whatever was happening, so he didn’t question her and he didn’t say anything. She sorta wished he did, even though she had no explanation for her bold actions. All she did was shift around through the bubbles and find her way to his chest. She laid on him and felt his arms move to wrap her up. He kissed her forehead and they didn’t say anything about it.

When they got out of the bath and he started the shower, she began her skin and hair routine. He got out, teeth were brushed, bodies moisturized, etc. Finally, the silence was broken, when he pointed his thumb and wondered, “Should I go to the couch?” She shook her head, took his hand, and guided him into the bedroom. That was the FIRST night that he slept in her bed.

“I don’t think you’ll end up that way,” Chase broke into his thoughts. “You’re someone who cares about others at this point in your life… I don’t know that I can say Douglas was that way at your age. You turned things around sooner, and made a good difference earlier in life. You’ve got similar feelings about your adolescent stages, but everything else, save maybe poor taste in fashion, is all different. You won’t end up like Douglas. You even have people who love you,” Chase said. He slapped a hand awkwardly on Max’s shoulder, and patted him stiffly.

“Are you trying to open up to me about your true feelings, Bionic Boy?”

Chase scoffed and removed his hand, “As if! I wasn’t even entirely genuine! You’re a lot like Douglas and both of you have terrible wardrobe. And feelings? For you? Gross!” Chase’s flustered stammering made Max laugh. But also, Chase was right. The first time. He wouldn’t end up with work friends and a few flings. He’d be happy someday with somebody who loved him and wanted him. Unfortunately, for Max… Charlotte was it.

#Henry Danger #Lab Rats #The Thundermans #Chasing Thunderbolts Fic #League of Extraordinary Geniuses #LOEG Update #Nesha Fics #Multiverse Fics

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talesofstyles · 6 years ago

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The Kitchen’s Closed

What have we got here? Just a short, unedited (I’m sorry this is poorly written but I quite like the idea so screw it ahahah), 2.5k piece to get a peek inside The Styles household and how they do Father’s Day. Apparently, the missus thought it was a good idea to book Harry an appointment for a vasectomy on Father’s Day. What can I say? We only stan a Queen over here.

“Ah, there you are,” you smiled as Harry walked into the kitchen after doing the school run. You were stood behind the kitchen island, sipping your cup of coffee that had been reheated in the microwave for at least four times since 7am because you just couldn’t sit in peace before you send the big kids to school. “I’ve just called them and they’re actually fully booked for the next three weeks, but luckily someone cancelled so there’s a slot on June 16th.”

“June 16th?” Harry questioned, walking closer to open the fridge behind you and get a bottled water. “Isn’t that Father’s Day?”

You nodded as you took another sip of your coffee. “It’s at 5pm so we’ve still got all day with the kids. ‘Sides the whole process only takes what- like, half an hour?”

“I take that you’ve booked an appointment for me, then?” He smiled as he put the water on the counter so he could wrap his hands around your waist from behind you.

You hummed. “I’ll go with you, don’t worry.”

“Yeah, only to make sure I get it done,” he scoffed and you giggled before you turned around to face him. Still smiling as you instinctively reached your hand to fix the collar on his shirt.

“S’my Father’s Day present for you,” you smirked and he rolled his eyes.

“Y’know, I’ll take macaroni frames over vasectomy any day.”

***

Every year, a couple of days before Father’s Day, you would sat all of your kids down and interview them about their daddy. It was just something that you had thought of doing even before you had your first baby, and Harry always cherishes that gift the most over any other things that you give him. But as the kids grew older though, you printed the questions out instead for the big kids so they could write their answers and add some drawings because sitting in front of the camera was no longer fun to some of them. Luckily for you the young’uns were still small enough—and weren’t able to write yet—so you could still sat them down and record them.

You had printed out three pages for your 10, 8 and 6 year old to fill on the dining table before you sat your 4 and 2 year old down in the playroom where you had already set up a camera. Your littlest was only eight weeks old, so for the moment, a little handprint keepsake would do for his first Father’s Day gift.

“Can you tell me what’s your name and how old are you?” You asked your little girl from behind the camera whilst her brother waited for his turn patiently beside you. You wanted to take a video of each of them individually.

“I’m Charlotte and I’m two and a half! M’a big girl!” Your little girl beamed as she held up two of her fingers.

“You are! What is your daddy’s name?” You asked her the first question on the list.

“Daddy!” She answered proudly, and you and her older brother giggled before he whispered, “it’s Harry!”

“No, it’s not! His name is daddy,” she insisted and her older brother giggled even louder.

“We call him daddy, but Harry is his real name,” he tried to explain to his little sister but it was still confusing to her.

“How old is your daddy?” You decided to move on with the questions because there was a chance that your littlest might wake up from his nap soon.

“Very old,” Charlotte mumbled.

You cackled at your daughter’s response. “How tall is your daddy?”

“Very tall.”

“What is your daddy’s job?” You asked her the next question on the list.

“I don’t know,” she plays with the hem of her dress as she answered.

You decided to just continue with the next question. “What is your daddy’s favourite colour?”

“I don’t know,” she paused for a second to rub her nose with the back of her palm. “I don’t know a lot of things.”

You chuckled. “That’s quite alright. What’s your daddy really good at?”

“Flippin’ pancakes!” She exclaimed excitedly, raising one of her fists in triumph because she knew the answer this time.

“What is your daddy’s favourite food?” You smiled at your two and a half year old as you asked her the next question on the list.

“Peas n’ ice cream,” she answered. “I like ice cream too, mummy, s’my favourite!”

“I know you do,” you replied before you went on with the questions. “What makes daddy laugh?”

“Everything,” she grinned. “Daddy laughs a lot!”

You chuckled at her response again before you continued. “What makes daddy happy?”

“Me!” She exclaimed excitedly again, pointing her index finger to herself. “Daddy says m’his best girl!”

“Do you know anything that daddy likes to do?”

She hummed and nodded. “Sleeping!”

“What’s the thing daddy always says?”

“Charlotte,” she said her own name, raising her little finger up in the air as if she was lecturing someone. “Be nice!”

You snorted with laughter at her attempt to mimic Harry’s gesture, knowing that not once Harry ever did that so you clearly got a little actress in your hands. “What’s your favourite thing about daddy?”

“He gives the best cuddles!” She beamed. “I like it when he’s cuddling me, he’s very warm.”

You smiled at her, thinking Harry would probably shed a tear or two when he watch that part of the video. “Do you love your daddy?”

“Yes, I do,” she nodded eagerly before she opened her arms widely. “This much!”

“Why?”

“Because my daddy is very silly. And he lets me sit on his shoulders sometimes,” she giggled.

You’ve got no more questions on the list, but you followed through her answer. “Do you like it when daddy lets you sit on his shoulders?”

She hummed. “S’the highest place in the world!”

***

“Are you ready?” You asked your children before you sent them to wake Harry up. Harry was usually the first to wake up, but with a newborn at home, he ditched his routine of never staying in bed after eight am to stay in bed and get any sleep that he could get for as long as he could.

You put your eldest son in charge of bringing a tray of stacked doughnuts for breakfast whilst your daughter insisted on carrying a cup of coffee for him. The rest of your children were holding some balloons and some cards that they made for him.

When you opened the door to your master bedroom, Harry was already awake and he was scrolling through his phone. “Happy Father’s Day, daddy!”

“Oh my God,” he looked at you and your whole brood of children in surprise even though they always do it every year. He quickly sat up and put his phone down on the bedside table, reaching his arms out to take the tray from your oldest and placed it on his side before he leaned forward to hug each of his littles and kissed them on the forehead. “Thank you SO much, that’s really sweet of you.”

“We’ve got something for you, daddy!” Your six year old excitedly showed him the paper of her answers, along with another paper of a drawing of Harry and her, as well as the little card that she made.

“Oh, that’s amazing, thank you!” Harry looked through everything, reading their answers about him and saw the drawings of him and his littles that no doubt would be up on the wall somewhere. “I love you so much.”

“Daddy,” Charlotte piped from beside him, rubbing her eyes before she continued. “Mummy said your name is not daddy. Is it true?”

Harry chuckled as he took the baby from your arm. “Yes, my name is Harry. I thought you know that?”

“We can’t call you daddy then?” She frowned, making her siblings laugh.

“Of course you can, poppet,” he answered her. “My name is Harry but you call me daddy. Just like mummy, her name is not mummy,”

Charlotte gasped and turned around to look at you. “Your name isn’t mummy?!”

You snorted in laughter as you handed him an envelope of your gift for him nonchalantly. “Hope you like it.”

“’Ave yeh got a drawing f’me as well?” He smirked as he opened the envelope, taking out the papers and you smiled as his eyes widened in surprise. “Are you- oh my God, are you joking?!”

“That would be mean, wouldn’t it?” You giggled as he reached out his hand, the one that wasn’t holding the baby, for you and pulled you in for a hug.

“Tenerife, just the two of us,” he blinked. “God, love, that sounds like a dream.”

“Actually,” you paused. “The baby is coming with us.”

“Oh, is he?” He looked down at the baby as he started to coo at him in his dad voice. “Who’s gonna be the cutest third wheel? You are! Yes you are!”

“You like it, then?” You asked him.

He looked up at you. “Are you joking? Of course I do! C’mere,” he pulled you closer again before he pressed his lips against yours, earning a chorused “ew!” from your whole brood of children.

Eleanor immediately covered Charlotte’s eyes playfully, and she whined. “Hey! I can’t see!”

“Come on, eat your doughnut,” Harry said, tilting his head to the stack of doughnuts on the tray. “The weather is quite nice so we’ll put our swimsuits on and daddy will take out the paddling pool.”

***

“Do we really have to go?” Harry paced around your bedroom anxiously as he waited for you to get ready. The babysitters—yes you always hire two at the same—would arrive soon.

“Yes we do,” you tried to stifle your snigger. “It’s a really simple surgery, Harry, won’t take longer than 20 minutes.”

“Think m’balls know what’s going on and have gone into hiding,” Harry mumbled nervously. “They seem to have retracted into my body.”

“Your balls are fine, H. I’m sure they’re still there,” you snorted in laughter, shaking your head. And the doorbell rang before Harry got the chance to respond. “That must be Penny and Sara.”

“Should I tell them to go back home? I’ll still pay them of course, but-” Harry began to panic.

“Don’t you dare,” you warned him, biting your lower lip to keep yourself from giggling, watching Harry sighed heavily as he walked out of the door.

You double checked for the extra underwear for Harry in your handbag that was required before you head downstairs. When you got down, Harry was talking with your babysitters to let them know how long were you going out and that you’d already prepared dinner for the kids and them so all they needed to do was just to reheat it. Luckily for you, they had been watching your babies forever so the kids didn’t need to warm up to them anymore. Finding someone—in your case even two people—whom you can trust with your babies outside of your family and friends were something that you knew you couldn’t take for granted.

“You ready?” You smiled teasingly at Harry as you buckled your seatbelt.

“Not at all,” Harry shook his head. “Think I’d rather have another child.”

You gave him a death stare. “Absolutely not. Nuh uh, sorry mate kitchen’s closed.”

“Sure you don’t want one more? We can just turn around and make one right now before it’s too late,” he joked and you swat his arm playfully.

“You’re mental,” you rolled your eyes.

“God I have to get naked in front of people that I don’t know,” he sighed. “And there’ll be needles. God, my balls.”

“Hey, I pushed six babies out with your huge arse head and you’re whining because they’re gonna took a tiny snip at your balls?”

“You’re right, s’just a tiny snip,” he agreed. “Are you gonna go inside with me in the surgery room?”

“Why? Do you want me to hold your hand?” You smirked at him.

“I mean, you don’t have to. Whatever,” he rambled. “S’cool if you don’t want to. Just-”

“I’ll hold your hand, H,” you chuckled, reassured him. “Calm down, s’nothing, yeah? The worst thing that could happen is just if the scalpel slipped and they cut your balls in half.”

“HOW IS THAT SUPPOSED TO HELP?!”

***

“How are your balls?” You glanced at Harry for a second as you started driving.

“I don’t feel a thing,” he replied. “Think they’ve chopped them off.”

You cackled. “You’re still numb then. Do you still want to have dinner first or should we just head home?”

“I can’t walk properly, but we could get something and eat in the car?” He suggested and you nodded.

“Tell me how you feel, not just physically, but, you know…” you trailed off.

“A bit of everything,” he smiled. “I mean I don’t regret it, I know that we’re done having children but that doesn’t mean I’m not sad about it, although I know that’s what we want. Do you know what I mean?”

“I do,” you blinked.

“How about you? Tell me what you feel,” he questioned. “Because this is not just about me, it affects both of us the same.”

“Exactly the same,” you sighed and smiled at him for a second. “This is right for us and this is what we want, but still, knowing that phase is over for us is bittersweet, innit?”

“It is. That was the best phase in my life, loved every single moment of it. From crying in a bloody loo in Tesco with you over two lines in a pee stick because we just couldn’t wait to get home to driving around in the middle of the night because you wanted some chips at one bleeding am. And when we saw them for the first time, looking absolutely horrible and could be hired as an extra for some horror movie because they were covered in blood, yet for us they were still the most beautiful thing we’ve ever laid our eyes on.”

You reached for his hand and squeezed it. “Glad I went through it all with you.”

“Me too. Wouldn’t have it any other way,” he smiled as he brought your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

“Right, before we get too soppy, I just want to remind you that you’re not going to work tomorrow.”

“Well, I c-” he shut himself up as you glanced at him for a second. “Alright, I’ll make some calls tonight and push a meeting to Tuesday or Wednesday.”

“Good. Remember what the doctor said, take it easy for the next three days so don’t pick up any of the kids, well except the baby. I’ll get you some frozen peas bag to put over it for comfort as soon as we get home.”

Harry chuckled. “God, frozen peas have never sounded better.”

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turning-dreams-into-chaos · 6 years ago

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Banished (Part 3)

*Not My Gif*

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Requested: Nope! (Send some in if you want!)

Paring: Bellamy Blake X Reader, The 100 X Reader

Word count: 3,400

Post Date: 5-18-19

Summary: When the 100 was sent to the ground, Y/N Y/L/N was one of them. Having been locked up for almost 8 years, how will she react to surviving on Earth? Especially when she gets banished...

A/N: ok Part 3! I know it’s been a few days since I posted something but yeah sorry! Anyways, many people wanted another so here you go! If you want a part 4 comment or send me something so I know y’all are liking this series. Be sure to like, comment, reblog and REQUEST! I live on your feedback so share your thoughts! Enjoy! (Also tell me if I made mistakes cause I didn’t really edit it well enough 😂 )

- Ria

~Master List~

~Open Requests~

*Based on episodes 1X03 of the 100 “Earth Kills”

You left the drop ship after spending a few days trying to save Jasper, exhausted as you made your way to your tent. You weren’t much help in he medical area, but Jasper was your friend and you weren’t about to let your friend die. Octavia and you had grown closer since the night you came back with Jasper, both of you showing how much you care for the boy, although you suspect Octavia might care for him a little different than you do. When you get to your tent you pull back the flap before hearing a girl scream. Clarke had just came out of the drop ship and giving her a confused look you both look around camp for the girl. Clarke managed to find her first and gently shaking her she made sure she was okay.

“It’s… my parents. They were floated and they… and I see it in my dreams and I just…” She begins, her voice broken from the sobbing. You grab the girls hand, gently rubbing the back of it with your fingers. She looks up at you and you give her a meek smile as she returns it. You start to zone out a little as Clarke and her share their stories of family, thinking back on yours. You loved your family…but they didn’t love you enough. You felt your throat go dry as you thought back on to your time on the ark. Back to when living wasn’t just surviving but actually enjoying life. Back to when your parents were your parents and not just people who gave birth to you. Your hand continued to rub hers as her eyes closed, the conversation with Clarke having ended.

“You staying here?” Clarke whispered, drawing your attention up to her. You nodded your head giving her a lazy smile as you pull you knees up into your chest, resting your head on them. You closed you eyes as Clarke walked back into the drop ship. Memories of the ark playing in your mind, memories you wished you’d forgotten.

“Daddy! Mommy! Where are you! I want to show you what I learned!” you say as you walked into the kitchen area, looking around for your parents. You start to panic a little, your parents were never gone when you got home. When you walked into your room you notice an envelope on your bed, with your name on it. Jumping onto your bed you began to read the letter.

Our Dearest Y/N.

You are the best thing in our life, you make our bleak lives brighter with your smile and your laughter. You are our everything. But it isn’t enough. We love you Y/N, we truly do, but we’ve had enough of this life. Of not being able to provide for you the way we should, of not being the best parents we could’ve been, of not being enough for you, and you not being enough to help in our life. Y/N you made us happy, but we were still lost. We’ve given up and can’t do it anymore. We love you and we are so sorry, Y/N. We are floating ourselves. Tonight. Goodbye Y/N.

- Mom and Dad

Tears began streaming down your face. ‘not enough’ you thought ‘how am I not enough!’. You clenched the now tear stained letter in your hand as you dashed out of your room towards the one person you knew could help you; Marcus Kane. He has been best friends with your parents since they were younger and was your godfather. You knew that he could help you, you knew that he could save your parents. You dashed through the ark, ignoring the constant remarks and murmurs of the people you passed. When finally found him, you were out of breath, quickly shoving the letter into his hands as the tears continued to pour out. As he looked at your disheveled appearance and read the wet wrinkled paper, water started to pool in the corner of his eyes as he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder as he raced you to where your parents were, or were supposed to be.

You saw them. Kane managed to get there mere seconds before the door was opened, allowing you to get one final look at the parents who abandoned you, who promised you the world only to say you weren’t enough, who you later found out paid a guard to let them float themselves. You collapsed on the ground, you, only 8 years old, are now an orphan, and while your parents felt lost in their life you are beginning to learn what it felt like to be lost. And you didn’t want to ever feel like this again. Kane watched from afar as you cried, unable to take his eyes off you when Jaha and some guards came through the door and Kane explained what happened.

“Kane, she’s your goddaughter. She’s your responsibility now. Can you do it?” Jaha asked, Kane just stared at you, looking at the daughter of his two best friends, his two dead best friends, and all he could see is their faces. He couldn’t watch you, you would just be a constant reminder of them, and he couldn’t take it. He couldn’t tell you that though, you wouldn’t be able to take the fact that he couldn’t do it because of you. He turned to Jaha, finally making eye contact as a tear finally slipped past his eyes.

“No…” he whispered before turning and walking out of the room.

You jumped awake, the dream causing your breath to increase rapidly as your hands shook from how hard you gripped them. Your shoulder had began to ache at the movement, causing you to groan at how weak you could be. You got off the ground brushing the dirt off your pants before noticing the sunlight, Charlotte was no where to be seen meaning you probably slept longer than you wanted but you didn’t care. You made your way over to the drop ship to check on Jasper and have Clarke check on your bandages.

“Morning Sunshine.” Bellamy says as he joins your walk. You roll your eyes as you shove him a little, both of you falling into a silence as Jaspers moans flood the camp. Your head shoots to the point of the sound as your pace quicken, hoping you’re able to help his pain.

As you climb up the ladder the sound of Clarke’s bossing everyone around and Octavia and Finn’s arguments flood the air as you join the group, wiping away some sweat off the boy.

“She’s trying to save his life.”

“She can’t” Bellamy deadpans, looking at Finn. Your head shoots up, drawing his attention to you.

“Why the hell would you say that? He’s gonna survive whether you like it or not Blake. We won’t give up on him.” You say as you make your way up to him, you chest almost touching his as your eyes bore into his. Just like when you first arrived on the ground Wells butted into the tense moment, causing your rage to fill you up even more. Your fists become clenched once again as turn your attention onto Wells.

“Back off” he says to Bellamy, who is watching you with alerted eyes, ready to try and calm your anger if it expels from you. Octavia had noticed Bellamy’s gaze and then your fists, a little bloody but still clasped hard. Her hand falls onto your shoulder, careful not to touch your injury, as she pulls your attention. Both Blakes are now watching you intently for your next move, but Bellamy decides to let his sister handle you right now as he has a battle to fight with the privileged. After your breath had calmed down you released your grip, wincing as your nails retracted from your skin. You look up at Octavia’s cautious expression as you mumble a thanks and make your way back down the ladder to the wash basin to clean your cuts, once again.

Grabbing a rag and gently watching as the blood cascades off your fingers into the ground, you don’t notice another person quietly walking up behind you. You’re still scrubbing your hands until you feel their hands gently land on your shoulders. Flinching, you turn around only to let your guard down when you saw the 12-year-old girl standing in front of you, watching as you try to calm your breathing.

“Are you okay?” She asks, breaking the silence that surrounded you two.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little on edge I guess.” You mumble as you look her up and down. “What’s your name kid?”

“Charlotte. Yours?”

“Y/N.” As soon as you said your name her eyes furrowed. You give her a confused look as her eyes then got wide.

“Y/N Y/L/N? I heard about you, one of the guards that locked me up said I was just like you when you were locked up.” She said, causing your jaw to stiffen and your gaze to fall to the ground. “Wait, you were with Clarke last night. I woke up this morning and you were still there. You looked so peaceful I didn’t want to wake you.” A smile never left her face as she looked at you. But you only stared at her with wide eyes. ‘Just like me?’ you thought.

“I wasn’t listening last night… What’d you do to get locked up?” you say giving her an apologetic smile at your inability to pay attention. She hesitantly began to recount the story of how she attacked a guard after her parents death, asking if you’re paying attention every few minutes, causing you to smile at her.

“So, how does it feel to you to no longer be in the skybox?” you asked her when her story had ended. You could see the light in her eye grow bigger as her smile did the same.

“It’s amazing down here.” Was all she said before looking towards the gate. At that motion you realized she probably hasn’t even left the camp.

“You want out?” you say a smirk appearing on your face. Her head snaps back yours as she sees your expression. Beginning to jump up and down at your words.

“Really?! You mean that?! Bellamy said I wasn’t allowed to!” She says as she grabs your arm like a kid, making you chuckle at her behavior.

“Well Bellamy’s not in charge of me, now is he?” you say as you throw the rag you were using back into the basin, putting an arm around her shoulder as you lead her out of the camp. She never stopped looking around, taking in all of her new surroundings exactly like you had. You made sure not to stray to far from camp, but you wanted her to get the full experience, not to just be locked up in a camp exactly like she was on the ark. After a few hours of walking, you heard some noise and sharing a look with Charlotte she knew to be careful. You jumped behind a tree, pulling her with you as the noise grew closer. That’s when you realized it was just some kids from the camp, not grounders, not a real threat. Your body relaxed as Charlotte had taken some steps away. But when you heard a thud your body tensed up again.

“Who the hell are you?” a voice, you immediately realized was Bellamy’s, asked. You made yourself known after Charlotte had spoken. When Bellamy’s eyes caught yours, you gave him another one of your smirks as you threw your am around Charlotte, the girl smiling as she felt it.

“Of course, you’re the reason why she out here. There are grounders out here and it isn’t safe for either of you to be here.” Bellamy says. You roll your eye at the comment and make your way over to him, standing away but close enough where everyone could feel the tension between the two of you.

“Oh, come on Blake. You and I both know that I can protect myself. And that I probably wouldn’t have listened to you if you told me that earlier.” The raise your brows to challenge him when a horn sounds through the trees. Your eyes lifted, watching the birds and bugs around you scurry away as you grabbed Charlotte’s hand.

“Run!” Bellamy yells as he reaches out and grasps your hand, pulling both of you with him towards the caves.

“Atom!” you yell as you see him hit the ground, engulfed by the mysterious yellow fog. You push Charlotte and Bellamy into the cave as you turn around to help him, your skin starting to burn as the fog crawled up your arm. Bellamy once again grabs you, but this time he has you by your waist pulling you into his body as your cries of pain cause his stomach to churn. When you get into the cave, you rip your jacket off, looking at blood seeping down your arm, causing your shirt to get stuck onto the burning skin. Your groans had stopped, turning into grunts at the pain. Bellamy and Charlotte watched as you pulled the top off, careful not to expose yourself but needing to get the skin away from the shirt. Bellamy couldn’t help but stare at your unaware, practically shirtless figure, Charlotte just worried about you. You managed to find a way to wrap your arm with the shirt so it wasn’t hurting but you were no longer bleeding. You shrugged your jacket back on to keep you warm, finally slowing your movements for the first time since you started running. When Bellamy’s stares caught your eye you glanced up as his played off the awkward situation by coughing, like it didn’t make it more obvious. You gave a slight chuckle as you relaxed on the floor, closing your eyes and trying to drown out the pain of not being able to save Atom. Of not being able to save anyone.

“How’d you get locked up?” Bellamy asked when Charlotte feel asleep, your eyes opened staring at the ceiling of the cave. Turning your head to him, you thought about telling him. Of letting him know everything.

“You really want to know?” you asked, already knowing his answer. He gave you an interested nod.

“Indulge me.”

“Wanted a change of scenery. One day I was bored, three douche guards were annoying me, so I thought why not try and teach them a lesson. So, I killed two of them, beat the third nearly to death. Quite fast for a 10-year-old might I add.” You reply as the amusement left his face and appeared in yours. You turned your body to face the wall, letting his stare remain on you but not letting him see your expression.

“Oh…” was all he said. You pulled your knees up against you as you had done night before, hand trembling as you tried to sleep. ‘You had to lie. You had to’ You thought as you fell into a silent slumber.

Charlotte stirrings had awoken you from you sleep as you and Bellamy both made your ways to her.

“Charlotte! Hey Charlotte.” Bellamy spoke, shaking her gently to wake her. She shot up in a panic until she saw you and Bellamy huddled around her.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers as you grab her hand once again, calming her down.

“Does it happen a lot?” Bellamy asks seeing your hand tangled with hers. Charlotte gives him a slight nod as she lays her body into yours, you moved so she could do so more comfortably. “What are you scared of? You know what? It doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is what you do about it” Charlotte gave him a confused look before turning to you. You gave her a small smile before turning to the boy, catching his gaze on you. You listened and watched as Bellamy taught her how to face her demons, giving her a knife to sleep with. When you found her asleep you released her hand and made your way back to your spot, curling up into yourself as you scumbled to sleep.

“Anybody out there! Jones!” Bellamy yells into the forest. You yawn and close your eyes for a second, not noticing Charlotte walking away until it’s to late.

“Charlotte?” you ask looking down next to you. Bellamy turns around to see what you’re confused about and as soon as he does a scream echoed from the forest, looking at each other in fear before running to find Charlotte.

“Charlotte!” you yell as you pull her into a hug, not seeing the bloody body on the ground until Bellamy points it out. “Oh my god. Bellamy…” you whisper as you kneel down to Atom, carefully placing a hand on his head. You stare down at the boy as Clarke, Finn, and Wells come running up. Bellamy demands that everyone go back to camp, and soon it’s just Clarke, you, and Bellamy.

Clarke has joined you and Bellamy on the ground next to Atom, trying to remain strong as Atom begs for death. Your throat had gone dry as you looked upon his body, unable to form any thoughts. Clarke had taken the knife from Bellamy, who couldn’t manage to kill Atom when he asked.

“I’m gonna help you, alright?” Clarke whispered as she stroked Atoms cheek, wiping away tears and blood caked on his skin. She held the knife to his neck, her hand wavering slightly but enough to let you see the tears in her eyes and the reluctance in her motions. You carefully place your hand on hers, slowly pulling the knife out of her grasp. Her tired eyes moved to yours, giving you a slight nod before you looked back at Atom.

“It’s gonna be ok Atom. I promise it will be ok…” You whisper, your voice barely able to be heard but he did. You pushed the knife deep into his throat as Clarke hummed a tune, Bellamy watching the side of your face with wide eyes as you stared at Atom’s bloody features. The only noise filling the air was Clarke’s hums as Charlotte watched from a distance.

Getting back from the camp you made your way over to the other graves, shovel in hand. You hadn’t said a word since you spoke to Atom, and Bellamy noticed. He watched you as you dug, each time the shovel hit the ground with more force, your hands gripping the tool harder. When it was done you stared at the hole, not moving a muscle. Bellamy started towards you but stopped when he saw Wells come up to your side.

“Clarke told me what happened Y/N. I’m sorry you had to do that.” He said as put a hand on your good shoulder. You turned your face towards his and he frowned when he saw the dark circles surrounding your eyes and the broken smile you possessed.

“That’s life Wells. People die and others suffer. What are you going to do about it.” You say shrugging as you toss the shovel to the ground. Wells took a step back at your statement, unsure of how to continue this conversation.

“Look, I know we haven’t had the best meeting or gotten along all that great… but what do you say we start over? This time on the right foot.” His hand shot out as if to shake yours and after a moment he drops it when you don’t shake.

“I don’t like starting over Wells. We know what happened and we move on. Let bygones be bygones.” You say turning to him one more time, only this time it’s you who stuck your hand out. “Bygones?”

“Bygones.” He repeats as he shakes on it, walking you back to the camp. “I’m on watch. I’ll see you around Y/L/N.” You give him a nod as you make your way back to your camp, your sadness seeming to dissipate. You look around camp one last time before retiring for the night, thinking back on the demons you’ve faced throughout the day, unaware of the 12 year old facing hers right now.

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raybansandcoffee · 5 years ago

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Adventure of a Lifetime: Chapter Two

I quickly hit send on the email I'd been typing on my phone as soon as I heard the bell ring. I shut off the car, grabbed my purse and got out to go grab Ellie from the sidewalk where she knew to meet me. I slid my phone into my back pocket and pulled my sunglasses down from where they'd been resting in my hair. It wasn't long before the kids started running out. It wasn't the orderly filing I was used to. It was last day adrenaline rush running with a lot of yelling and talking added in. I remembered how the last day of school felt as a kid, I got why they were so excited. An entire summer to do whatever they wanted.

"Hey, there munchkin. How was your last day of school?" I asked as the five-year-old girl with brown hair and brown eyes who ran and jumped into my arms.

"It was fun and I'm so happy for summer!"

"I am too. We have so many exciting things to do this summer, Ellie Bellie." I squeezed her tightly before putting her back down on the ground.

"Hey Ellie, my Dad said that if it was okay with your Mom that you could come over tomorrow." The little girl was right about Ellie's height and had a smile that lit up her entire face.

"Uh...Mom, can I go to Ava's house tomorrow?" Her little eyes looked up at mine filled with hope, she'd hesitated when she spoke. This year had been extremely hard on all of us. For Ellie going through everything we had would've been tough enough but she had to start kindergarten and find friends at not only a new school but in our new town, it had been tricky for her.

"Well, I think we could do that."

"Daddy! Ellie's Mom said it was okay." Ava yelled as she had turned to look towards what I assumed was her father. He leaning against a very large black truck with a black leather jacket on and his eyes hidden behind aviator sunglasses. As his daughter spoke his face broke into a giant smile.

"Great!" he replied as he started to walk over. "Hi, I'm Jeremy, Ava's Dad." He slid his sunglasses up into his hair and it was that moment that I put everything together. Ava Renner. Dad named Jeremy. Dad with gorgeous blue eyes. Her Dad is Jeremy Fucking Renner.

"Hi, I'm Ellie's Mom, Charlotte." Saying that still seemed odd, but it was becoming a little easier every time I said it. "I have heard so much about Ava from Ellie."

"Likewise, I thought with school being out that maybe the girls could have a playdate. Staying in touch over summer is always important."

"I would love that and I know Ellie would too. Being fairly new to the city and school she's still trying to get acclimated. Ava has been great to help with that."

"She loves Ellie. What works best for both of you tomorrow? I've got a pool, it would be nice to have you both over so they can play together and we can get to know our kids' best friend's parent." I grabbed my phone from the back pocket of my jeans and pulled up my schedule.

"Well Ellie has the day open after her piano lesson at 10 but I can do that with her tonight instead of tomorrow. I can probably get our nanny to stay with her little brother."

"I didn't realize that Ellie had a little brother. How old is he?"

"Axel just celebrated his first birthday last week." I smiled remembering his face covered in frosting as he shoved his cake in his mouth.

"Axel, that's an awesome name."

"Thanks." I often struggled to accept compliments like this one. I wasn't ever really sure I'd know how to either. Axel was a great name and I loved it so much, but accepting the compliment would always be hard as I didn't pick it for him.

"Well, why don't you bring Axel along. I love kids."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah of course. The more the merrier. How about 11:00? We can feed the girls some lunch and they can have the afternoon together in the pool. And that way we don't disrupt Ellie's piano lesson, music is important."

"Piano lessons with my five-year-old are essentially me trying to get her to pay attention and her pounding her fists on the keys or refusing to play anything but chopsticks for a half hour. It's great, let me tell you." He laughed as I rolled my eyes and smiled at Ellie and Ava who were looking in the bags their teacher had sent them home with today.

"You teach her?" he asked.

"I do. I have no idea why I thought it would be a good idea but I am evidently a masochist." He laughed again, this time slightly louder and loud enough that both of the girls looked up at us. "Ellie, you, me and Axe are gonna go hang out with Ava and Jeremy tomorrow. That's gonna be fun, right?"

"Yeah!" I loved how excited she looked. Her smile was one of the things that had gotten me through the last year.

"Here, put your number in my phone and I'll text you our address and see you tomorrow." He handed his iPhone to me and here I was entering my contact information into Jeremy Renner's phone. Hawkeye from The Avengers. Sergeant William James from The Hurt Locker. William Brandt from Mission Impossible. Aaron Cross from The Bourne Ultimatum. Then there was that one time he played Jeffrey Dahmer. I was going to focus on Hawkeye rather than the others for a moment. Being a "mom" meant that there were a lot of superhero things in my house, even if they were only 1 and 5 because I was going to raise my kids right and teach them that comics and superheroes were awesome. I created a new contact and entered my information in.

First Name: Charlie

Last Name: De Luca

Nickname: Ellie's Mom

Phone: 213.555.7643

"Text me your address and we will see you there," I said as I handed the phone back to him.

"Cool. Hey, 213 area code. You're from LA?"

"Yeah, I am. We moved here about a year ago. Needed a change of pace."

"I get that. I grew up in Modesto but moved to LA after college."

"I'm the rare person originally from LA. Not living there has been a pretty life-altering experience." That was putting it really fucking mildly.

"Well, we can talk all about that tomorrow. I'll text you once we get home."

"See you tomorrow." I watched as Jeremy grabbed Ava's hand and took off across the parking lot. I looked down at Ellie. "Well look at that Ellery, you have a playdate tomorrow." I held my hand up and she high-fived me.

"I like Ava. She's really nice." Ellie and Ava had bonded fairly quickly when the school year started. She'd even gone to her birthday party a few months ago, though I'd sent her with her nanny because Axel had been running a fever and I felt horrible leaving him at home.

"She seems really nice. So does her Dad."

"He is super nice! He was really fun at her birthday party." He was easy on the eyes so I wasn't going to be too disappointed about this playdate. The last few we'd had were with moms who feared the idea of a peanut butter sandwich or gluten more than the measles and I just couldn't handle that. I wasn't exactly cut out for the whole #momlife so we'd clearly not made it long with the crunchy mom group and hadn't quite found "our people" here yet. Luckily, Ava seemed like a totally normal and reasonable kid. I walked with Ellie back to my car, helped her climb into the back passenger side seat and buckled her into her seatbelt. We took off towards home.

The drive from school to home was short but incredibly scenic, it almost made me wish we had longer to drive on streets that wound their way around Lake Tahoe and up into the mountains. Today at least we had an excuse to stop at our favorite ice cream place for a treat on the way home, which made for more time to enjoy the landscape we called home. To go from living in a condo not far from Sunset Boulevard to living in on a mountain, in a forest, with the view of the most gorgeous lake, in what felt like the middle of nowhere Nevada had been culture shock for me at first. I think I called home to my parents crying daily for the first two months. Then Ellie started kindergarten, Axel finally started sleeping through the night, I found our amazing nanny, and I got back to work. It still didn't feel like I was living my life, it felt like I'd been written into a Hallmark movie, scenic location, tragic circumstances and all, and was living the life of someone else. If I thought long and hard about it I was technically living someone else's life. I finally made it to our way too long driveway and parked in the giant garage before grabbing Ellie and her bags from the back so we could head inside.

"Hey! We're home," I called.

"We are in the family room," the voice of our nanny, Savannah, echoed through the far too giant house. I watched Ellie drop her backpack in the mudroom, kick her shoes off and bolt for where she knew Savannah and Axel would be. I slowly picked everything up, taking a few moments to myself to breathe before following her.

"Did he nap decently?" I asked as I entered the room seeing Ellie and Axel on the floor playing together.

"He did. How was your afternoon?" she asked.

"Good. It was nice to get out for a while. Thank you." I'd done some shopping and spent most of my afternoon hiding in the basement to get work done.

"Of course," she replied. Savannah was the best thing that had happened to me in the last 9 months. She is the daughter of a friend who needed a job while she took classes online after graduating from high school. Despite getting into USC with scholarships she had dealt with some issues her senior year of high school and knew she needed time to figure out just what she wanted. So I offered her a free room and a well-paying job to her and thankfully she jumped at the opportunity. Her Mom, Alex, was happy that she'd decided to take classes at a local community college this spring after a semester of online classes there. But most importantly, she wasn't running around LA aimlessly, she was working toward something. She'd decided to start focusing on early childhood education starting in fall, she said living with the kids and helping me had helped her pick her path. Alex knew I'd watch out for Savannah, give her a safe home, and steady income. She also knew that Savannah was essentially saving my life by being here to help with the kids.

"I am going to get dinner started."

"Okay, I'll watch the kids." The kitchen looked into the family room which was one of the things I loved most about this house. I could cook and still keep an eye on the kids, though at 1 and 5 it was more of a contact sport than just sitting back and watching. I dug around the kitchen pulling everything out that I'd need to make dinner. I was stirring the spaghetti sauce I'd decided on when I heard my iPhone vibrate on the counter. It was a message from an unknown sender.

Charlie huh?

Yeah, most people in my life call me Charlie. It's a force of habit. Charlotte is only used professionally or by my family if I'm in trouble. There's still some residual trauma from having Charlotte Marie De Luca screamed at me followed by a string of words in Italian I barely understood by my grandmother.

That's great!

*Pin Drop*

Thanks for that. I've now got my Apple Maps ready to go for tomorrow. Ellie is super excited.

Ava is too. She was the new girl in town once, she knows how hard it can be.

Yeah, Ellie (and I) are both grateful for Ava. The first few months of school were pretty rough.

I can imagine. Moving from LA here was an adjustment for Ava and I. The privacy is nice though.

I 100% agree about that. It's part of the reason for our move too.

Do you want me to bring anything tomorrow?

Just you, the kids, and your bathing suits.

Fantastic. My nanny is pretty excited about having the day off now. She says thank you for giving me a life. She's lucky I like her or she'd not only be out of a job but also a house.

Live-in nanny? You must be kind of a big deal.

Far from it. A friend from college's kid who wasn't ready to completely grow up but needed out of LA pretty badly. The agreement was she could live for free if she helped me watch the kids and enrolled in online classes. The classes part was her mother's requirement. The downside of having a college professor as a parent I guess.

Well, you're a good friend to take your friend's kid in.

HA! If you only knew.

Well, I've got dinner ready along with a hungry 5-year-old and teenager. We will see you tomorrow at 11.

See you then.

"Alright everyone, let's get ready for dinner." Ellie came running into the kitchen and jumped up into her chair at the island while Savannah carried Axel in and got him strapped into his high chair at the end. I served up everyone's plate making sure that Axel's dinner was ready for him as well. He was at the point where he was really enjoying eating the noodles with a little bit of sauce with his hands, usually resulting in a baby covered in spaghetti sauce. Ellie was pretty great with silverware for being 5. Thankfully Savannah was nearly a fully functional adult so I didn't have to worry about her. I did my best to eat my dinner and also make sure that Axel didn't completely cover himself and the kitchen in spaghetti sauce.

After dinner and getting the kids cleaned up it was time for a bit of snuggles before they headed to bed. They both got books, songs, and tucked in bed before I quickly started laundry. These kids loved spaghetti, their clothing did not. I picked up my phone and went to the text messages with Jeremy earlier and added him into my phone as a contact in case I needed to call tomorrow while we were on our way. After changing clothes I headed downstairs to find Savannah doing the dishes.

"You didn't have to do that," I said as I grabbed a glass of ice water for myself.

"No worries, you had a long day." She was right. It had been a long day. "Did you get your work done?"

"Not nearly enough of it but I got a start on it."

"When is your deadline?"

"Thankfully, it's flexible," I replied. "But the goal is for them to have it in three weeks."

"Well, what I heard you playing that was coming from the basement sounded beautiful."

"Thanks. It's been tougher than I thought it would be but I'm enjoying it."

"Are you headed back downstairs to work?"

"Yup. I'll get the cameras turned on downstairs to watch and see if the kids wake up. You can go to bed or go out or whatever."

"I had thought about going out but I don't know."

"Savy, go meet that boy you've been hanging out with. You're 18. Have fun. I've got everything under control with the kids. I've got them all day tomorrow. Hell if I don't see you until Friday I won't be offended."

"Are you sure?" Savannah asked. She was really a good kid.

"I'm positive. Get the fuck out of here or I'll call your Mom and tell her you need a life."

"You're gonna call her anyway," she replied laughing. She was right. I'd go downstairs and call her Mom. It was a near-nightly ritual, especially when I was in the middle of a work project. She'd listen as I talked in circles about what was going on. "I'll check-in and let you know if I'm not coming home."

"Be careful. Use a condom!" I said before heading downstairs to the basement. It was the one change I'd made on the house when we moved in. Not being in LA and having access to my studio anymore I'd converted a large part of the basement that had been a fairly large guest suite and an office into my domain. The perfect studio. It was better than the studio I put together in LA because this one I could come to any time, day or night, in my pajamas and work. "Alright, Charlie. Let's figure out what is going on in your head with this." Before I could hit playback on what I'd recorded earlier in the day the predictable FaceTime call came in on my giant iMac screen. I hit accept. "Hiiiiii!"

"Working late?" It was my best friend, Savannah's Mom, Alex.

"Of course. The tiny humans are in bed so I'm monitoring their movements on one computer while trying to figure out what the fuck I recorded earlier today."

"Anything good?" she asked. She was in her pajamas in her house in the hills with a glass of wine. This was how she called me most nights. Her husband traveled during the week from Monday morning through Thursday night. Like clockwork, every night I got to talk to her while she was relaxing after Savannah's younger brothers were in bed.

Savannah had been a happy accident during our freshman year of college. Sam and I essentially helped raise Savannah until she was in school. I lived with them until Alex was done with her master's degree. By the time she was in school for her doctorate she was married to Max, Savannah's step-dad, and I was living on my own for the first time in my life. Sam had fallen in love after college and followed her love to England. When we hit 28 she realized her love was not that lovely and she moved back to LA and in with me for a few months until she fell in love...again, got married, and started making babies. We had been the three musketeers from the moment we met at orientation at USC. They were my everything.

"I'm not sure anything is good. I'm on the struggle bus. I should've had the first draft of this score to the director and producers at least a week ago. I should be working non-stop but today was Ellery's last day of school so tomorrow I'm taking the day off to celebrate the start of summer with the babes."

"What are the plans?" Her kids had been out of school for a few weeks. They were planning a trip to come to visit for 10 days at the end of the month to come to stay with us, enjoy the mountains and see Savannah. Alex had been able to fly in to be here for Axel's first birthday while her husband and the boys went on a camping trip that she was happy to skip to help celebrate her godson, and sort of namesake, as he turned one. We were just waiting on Ellie's end of school for the full family vacation, which seemed to just keep getting stretched out because of how much snow we'd had all winter.

"Ellie's best friend Ava invited her over for a playdate. Ava's very hot, I believe very single Dad invited me and the Axe Man to come with. He evidently has a pool and since the weather is FINALLY warm here I am fully prepared to take advantage of it."

"Very hot, very single, huh?"

"Yup. So, of course, I'll somehow end up fucking it up because I just don't know how to do this shit. Nothing in my life makes any fucking sense anymore."

"You've had an incredibly tough year, Chucky. It's totally fucking reasonable for your life to not make sense. You're going to be completely fine. You're getting better and stronger every day."

"Thanks. It's just starting to get really lonely here. I know that the move was the best decision I could've made for me and the babes but it's just hard. Being alone fucking sucks. I'm so used to being one-third of the three musketeers and now I'm a lone fucking wolf and a mess."

"You only have to be a lone wolf for two more weeks."

"I am so excited about that. Though I wish you could stay for more than 10 days. You aren't teaching a class this summer. You and the boys should just move here. Max can fly into Reno on Thursday nights and you can all just live with me all summer."

"As amazing as that sounds and as much as I'd say fuck yes, I feel like all of us in one house would drive you crazier."

"You've been to this house. I swear on my fucking life that there are full days that I haven't seen your child. It's way too big."

"It will be nice when the kids get older."

"I know. I tell myself that every time they are with their grandparents and I'm here alone because Savy is 18 and has more of a life than I do."

"Well, maybe you won't screw it up with the very hot, very single Dad of Ellie's best friend or at least maybe you'll get an adult friend out of it." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Oh, I will. I 1,000% will. You know me. When have I managed to not be awkward in front of men without the assistance of alcohol."

"I don't know that I can answer that."

"See!" I took a drink of my water and leaned back in the chair I was in.

"Wait...are you drinking water?"

"Yes."

"This is supposed to be our nightly glass of wine." I rolled my eyes at her before standing up and walking out of the studio into the area just outside that was a bar. I grabbed the bottle of wine I'd opened last night and poured a glass before going back into my studio.

"This can be the only one. I sent your kid out so if something happens to the kids it's all on me."

"Is she still hanging out with that guy? What's his name? Theo?"

"She is. She told you that."

"I know but I feel like you know more about her than I do. But she's always felt comfortable talking to you about the uncomfortable shit because you changed almost as many of her diapers as I did."

"Sort of true. I think if I hadn't lived with you and Savy when she was a baby there's no way I would've remotely survived the last year."

"You would've," Sam replied. "You're one tough chick, Chuck. I've never seen you turn away from a challenge. Typically you look a challenge in the eye, wink and then kick that bitch's ass."

"The last year has been different. I'm a mess. An absolute fucking mess."

"No, you aren't. You're doing great."

"Thanks. I'd be lost without you or your kid. I'm literally only surviving because of you two."

"That's not true but I'll accept the compliment." We talked for a while longer before I needed to get back to work. I spent the night between the piano, keyboard, a guitar, and my computer trying to figure out whether I liked what I was writing. I'd done some small projects up over the last year but this was the first big project I was taking on. A full film score was always a massive undertaking for me. While it was nice to get back to work on something that gave me energy, I was also paranoid that I wasn't doing enough for the kids. I had a lot of guilt that I'd been dealing with since I started back to work and no matter how many times my friends, family or therapist told me I was doing the right thing, it just never felt right.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Thank you for giving "Adventure of a Lifetime" a chance. If you've read my writing before this is going to be a little bit different, not just because there are different characters.

Charlie has become something I really enjoy writing and I'm looking forward to diving deeper into her life, what makes her tick, and what the circumstances of the hard year were.

I hope you enjoy it and I can't wait to hear what you think.

xx. AM

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tenroseforeverandever · 7 years ago

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Dear Father Christmas... Chapter 1: December 24, 2016

Cover art by the wonderful @rose--nebula!

MASTERPOST

Characters: Tentoo; Rose Tyler; Jackie Tyler; Pete Tyler; Tony Tyler; OC Hope Tyler-Noble; OC Charlotte Tyler-Noble; OC Wilfred Tyler-Noble

Rated: Teen

Tags: Family!Fic; Kid!Fic; Pete’s World; Letters to Santa; Christmas Fic; Family; Fluff; Hurt/Comfort; Angst; Romance; Love

Summary: When Rose Tyler was little, she always wrote a Christmas wish list to Father Christmas. As she grew older, the wish list became more of a letter to someone she could confide in once a year, but she fell out of the habit somewhere along the way. Now, as a new mum, celebrating her daughter’s first Christmas, Rose takes up writing her Christmas letter to Father Christmas once again.

Rose’s Christmas letters are excerpts from her life with her beloved Tentoo and their children in Pete’s World, written once a year, for each of 31 years.

Notes:

Part of my These Two Hearts series

Written for prompts provided by @doctorroseprompts over on Tumblr for their 31 Days of Ficmas celebration. I’ve played with the order of the prompts a bit, but I intend to use them all.

This will be a huge challenge for me. For those of you who know me well, you’ll know I am not a fast writer. To post one of these every day for 31 days will be pushing me well and truly to my limits. They may not all get posted on time, but they will get posted. Promise.

My eternal thanks to my brilliant betas @rose--nebula and mrsbertucci for picking up on the things I miss and for chivvying me along. ((((hugs))))

The first prompt is Hope. Please enjoy.

Also read at: AO3; FF.net; Teaspoon

December 24th, 2016

Dear Father Christmas,

Blimey! It’s been a while. I don’t think I’ve written to you since… well since Jimmy. That bloody wanker sucked the magic out of everything. He sucked the magic right out of my life. But that’s all right. The Doctor gave me back the magic and then some.

Oh my God! I just realized! Maybe you don’t even know who I am. Is Father Christmas even the same bloke in all universes? Are you a transdimensional entity? I reckon not, or else transdimensional travel would be possible, and we know for a fact it’s not, not any more.

I know I’m just being stupid. Transdimensional capabilities or not, you’re obviously just a fictional character, a product of children’s imaginations and a bloated, economy-driven society. Still, I bet the Doctor would disagree. He’d probably tell me Santa is an actual being from some planet with an unpronounceable name. Complete with elves too! I wager he’d say “lots of planets have a North Pole”. But most of his knowledge is based on the Prime Universe… for now. So even if you are real there, you may not be the same in this universe, or you may not exist at all.

Don’t suppose it matters anyway, yeah? It was just always nice to chat with you like this every year, so I guess I’ll start again. I missed this. Back in the Prime Universe, Mum got me started writing to you every Christmas Eve, even when I was just a baby. Those first notes were just a few pencil scratches. Complete rubbish. She loved them, anyway. She kept them safe for years, would bring them out every Christmas and show them around along with the naked baby photos, (especially if I had been a cow to her or we’d had a row.) But she had to leave them all behind in the Prime Universe with so much else from our lives. Embarrassing as they were, it would’ve been nice to be able to, well… Enough of that!

By the time I was four, I knew all my letters. I was so determined to do it myself, write my own Christmas wish list. Mostly it was just all the things I wanted for Christmas. But I always minded my manners. I said please and thank-you. I always asked after Mrs. Claus and the reindeer. And, I hope I was never greedy. Sorry if I was, even if you aren’t actually the right Father Christmas to apologize to.

As I got older, I realized you weren’t real (sorry!) and my letters to you became more of a diary. You know… private stuff I’d write every year, yeah. It was nice to be able to say things, to tell someone things I couldn’t say to anyone else. Course, I stopped for a while, because Jimmy… I’d never want him to find those letters and have that to hold over me. Anyway, it’s not like I’d ever had the chance to write them, working two, sometimes three jobs, just to keep that knob in fags and drink. And after a while, I just got out of the habit, and life took some good turns… and some bad turns. Then some really bad turns.

But now, life is completely brilliant! I have my Doctor by my side... forever! I have my own baby girl. (Hope’s her name and she’ll be writing you a note too this year!) And, to top it off, I’m actually dictating these letters now. Voice recognition software! The Doctor jiggery-pokeried it so when it’s printed it uses my handwriting as the font.

I’m rambling, aren’t I? Guess I’m just a bit nervous (and excited) about doing this again and getting Hope started too.

I think you’ll like Hope. But I’m warning you, I don’t think she’s quite like other babies. Well, I know she isn’t. She’s her father’s daughter, that’s for sure. Nine months old, and she’s already talking up a storm. Full sentences! Just watch, she’ll be able to use this voice recognition software… Course, I don’t know what her handwriting font will look like, ‘cause she’s pretty much like a normal baby in her gross and fine motor development, so no handwriting just yet. Her verbal and cognitive development, though… the doctors at Torchwood say it’s off the charts.

It scares me if I’m being honest. I don’t know how I can ever be a mum to her… a proper mum. Thank God I have the Doctor by my side to keep her entertained, because she takes in absolutely everything and it’s never enough. But he “gets” her. He knows how to keep her happy. We take her on adventures (safe ones, don’t worry!) all through space and time. And we explore. Oh, we explore so much!

But it’s so different from the way I explored as a kid, ya know? Here’s an example. We go to a beach, yeah, with rock pools and lovely sand too, and the water is so warm and wavy. Now me, as a kid, I’d splash in the waves and muck about in the sand with my pail and spade. And at the rock pool, I’d poke at a few beasties and squeal about them. It was all just in fun. But with Hope, everything is so intense. She investigates everything, and her Daddy is right there with her, coaxing her to connect the dots herself, filling in the bits she’s missed. The starfish (sorry, sea star − I must use proper terminology!) was carefully examined, all its little bits explored and then thoroughly researched back at the TARDIS, and not just the names of the bits, but the hows and whys of them too.

And then the Doctor reads to her… not baby books, but Harry Potter and Narnia and Oliver Twist. She’s even sounding out some parts herself. He’ll break out the sciencey stuff, the physics and chemistry and biology, and the maths too, when it has something to do with what happened on our adventure that day. And she hangs on every word. I don’t know if she understands everything he reads her, but she sure understands a lot of it.

She’s just so tiny, just an infant, but her mind is so big. Definitely bigger on the inside, our child is! I love her like I never thought I could love anyone, but I’m so frightened that… that… well, that she won’t love me, a stupid ape. How can I be a proper mum to her when she already knows more about bloody sea stars than I ever will?

Then there are those times when I hold her in my arms and feed her at my breast, when I snuggle her to sleep, and I breathe in her sweet baby smell. It’s almost normal. Sometimes I can even get her giggling, completely out of control, over the most simple things, like peek-a-boo. And when she bumps her head, her arms immediately come up for me to hold her and kiss it better. Me! That makes me feel like a proper mum.

You should have seen her when we were putting up the Christmas tree this afternoon. Her fat little fingers were grabbing for all those bright shiny baubles, and her eyes were so wide and she didn’t know where to look first because it was all so pretty. And then Daddy came prancing down the stairs from the console room wearing a big red light-up nose and huge felt antlers on his head, and we were all in hysterics. I really felt like part of the family, and I kind of realized I don’t always feel that way.

It’s made me think, though, going forward, I really need to make a place for her in my life as she grows. I always used to love to paint and draw. Once upon a time, I was even going to go for my A-levels in art. Before Jimmy. I’d like to take that up again, and I could teach her too, eventually, when she can actually hold a brush. Maybe we could do that together. And singing and dancing, not to mention gymnastics when she’s old enough.

Blimey! This has been one weird Christmas letter, yeah? And I haven’t even asked for any presents. I honestly just want my family to be healthy and happy, and I want to be able to be a proper mum to Hope. Not really stuff you can just hide under the tree.

Oh! Here comes Hopie now, in her Daddy’s arms, all fresh from her bath. Hey there, baby girl! Are you ready to write your letter to Father Christmas? C’mere, sit on Mummy’s lap and maybe Daddy will make us a cuppa. (Thanks, love!) And, my darling girl, as soon as you’re finished with your letter, we better head right over to see Gran and Grandad and Uncle Tony. There’ll be hell to pay if we’re late! (I hear you moaning, Doctor!)

Okay, Father Christmas, here’s me, signing off for this year. Lots of love to Mrs. Claus and all the reindeer and elves too! Thanks for listening to me whinge. It really helped to get it off my chest. I know, I know! I need to tell the Doctor how I’ve been feeling, but I don’t want him going and feeling guilty just because he’s being a bloody amazing dad. But I’ll talk to him; I promise.

Happy Christmas!

love, Rose

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revisionaryhistory · 7 years ago

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It’s All Art ~ 70

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Needless to say, there was very little unpacking. They did shower and change. Oscar made a pained face when Charlotte came out from the dressing area, “Oof.” She smiled and turned a circle. She wore a flowy skirt that drug a few inches on the ground. It was a pattern of blue medallions on a white background. The slit went halfway up her thigh. Her top was a flouncy two tiered crop top with spaghetti straps. Chunky bracelets, earrings, and strappy sandals completely the look. He grinned and shook his head as he approached her, taking her hands, “You look like an island girl.”

“Mum put some of my old clothes in the closets.”

“Remind me to thank her. You look beautiful.” He knelt to run his hand up the leg barred by the skirt’s slit and kiss her bared stomach, “These things will tease me all evening.” He stood, “I need island wear.” He looked at his shirt and jeans. “I have two pairs of shorts.”

“Can I take you shopping and dress you up?”

“Only if you undress me later.”

The couple showed up at the family residence holding hands and laughing. They found her parents unloading the dishwasher. Charlotte picked up a brownie from the plate on the counter, sharing a bite with Oscar who stood behind her. Her dad smiled, “You both clean up well.”

Alexis noticed Oscar’s hand on her waist, his thumb on bare skin, “Get everything unpacked?” Charlotte nodded her head. Alexis smiled slightly and shifted her eyes to Oscar. He scrunched up his face and shook his head no. She laughed, “Good.”

“I’m not looking at you.” She poked Oscar’s stomach.

He kissed her neck, “I didn’t say anything.”

“I felt you shake your head.”

Micah was snickering. Oscar looked at him, “Come on. We’re men, help me out here.”

He put his hand on Oscar’s shoulder as he walked by, “We’re also outnumbered and far inferior.”

Oscar did a quick count. Four females. Three males. “Damn.”

Micah called for the kids and they ran into the room. Toni ran straight to him, “Will you sit with Bella and me at dinner?”

He bowed slightly, “I’d be honored.” He held out his hands, “Ladies, lead the way.” The twins took his hands and led him down the down the sidewalk toward the main resort.

Charlotte lagged behind to walk with her brother and take a quick picture of Oscar with her sisters. She laughed hearing their chatter and the answers he gave. Nate pulled her hand to catch up, “Come on, Sissy. Toni will eat all the bread before we even get there.”

She gathered her skirt, “Oh, can’t have that.” They picked up the pace and squeezed past her parents, catching up to the front three. “Excuse us, important things going on. Budge over.”

Oscar pulled the girls out of the way, “What’s the rush?”

Toni glared ahead and tugged on Oscar, “Nate wants to get to the bread first.”

“Let’s get ‘em.” The five were practically running down the path.

Unencumbered by a skirt and the younger child, Oscar’s group got ahead. Charlotte grabbed Oscar’s pants to slow him down, “Go Nate!” Nate took off around his sisters.

“Go girls! She’s got me. Go!” The girls took off and Oscar put his arm around Charlotte. She pushed him away and took off. “You did not just do that.”

“Keep up, baby.” She laughed and increased the distance.

Not far enough. She was almost there when an arm hooked around her stomach and lifted her off her feet, “Gotcha!” He pulled her away from the entrance while she flailed, “Not going to work.”

She wiggled a little more then relaxed, “You win.”

“It’s not a win unless I get a kiss?” He let go enough for her to turn. With his relaxed grip she tried to get away again. He tightened his hold, “Nope.”

Charlotte glared at him before putting her hand on his chest and reaching up to kiss him. Her parents came up behind them, “You two are making more noise than the littles.”

The naughty children looked sheepish, joining hands before falling in behind her parents. Oscar leaned toward her, “What’s with the littles thing?”

“The triplets are the littles and Matt and I are the bigs.”

“Oh, that makes sense. Minis would be cuter for them, but maxis . . . nah.”

The littles were already into the bread before the adults got to the table. They’d taken their places with an empty seat between them. Toni stood up and pointed as she told them where to go, “I’m here, then Oscar, Bella, Daddy, Sissy, Nate, and Momma.”

Micah went to his place, “How about Sissy and Momma trade places?”

All three yelled, “No.”

Oscar gave Charlotte a quick kiss and sent her toward her chair. Bella sighed, “That’s why. Because Momma and Daddy kiss too much.” She looked at Oscar, “And you just kissed my sister.”

Oscar sat down, “Yeah, but I didn’t like it.” He shivered.

Toni made a face and stuck out her tongue, “Kissing is gross.”

Charlotte huffed out a breath and dropped her shoulders, “Thank you. I’ve been telling him that.”

Oscar threw up his hands, “No more kissing.”

She rolled her eyes, “Absolutely.”

Drink orders were taken and Micah started conversation. “Oscar, have you been to Greece before?”

“Athens and Crete back in 2012 for filming. Viggo, Kirsten, and I wanted to come to Mykonos, but the director said we were having enough fun without coming here. Made it off limits.”

Micha laughed, “Probably a good choice.”

“There’s not a lot of down time on location shoots and it was a small budget. I did get to explore Athens. Fascinating. Loved the history and the ruins.”

Alexis jumped in, “You should take a boat over to Delos.” Oscar looked at Charlotte and her mom continued, “The sacred birthplace of Artemis and Apollo. No one else has ever been born or died on the island. It’s a historic archeological site. Lots of ancient ruins.”

Oscar smiled, “I’d love that.” The triplets chimed in that they wanted to go. “That might be something good to do when Matt and Abby get here.”

Micah laughed at his cheering children, “Good idea.” He looked at Oscar, “You two aren’t tied to non-stop family time. We’ve got work and they’ve got school, so while we want to spend time with both of you, it’s vacation time too. We’ll join in on what you’re doing when you want us too.”

“You’re always welcome.” Oscar amended that when Micah raised his eyebrows and smiled. “Almost always.”

Dinner was filled with ideas of what to do while they were here. Small inhabited islands, jet skis, horseback riding, boat trips, lying on the beach, wandering the town. The couple decided the first thing they needed to do was go shopping. After dinner they headed back toward the villa to grab Charlotte’s purse before heading to town. Both were tired, but it was difficult to spend a relaxing day by the pool without swimsuits. That made the littles want to go swimming before bed and they tore off toward their house.

Alexis took Oscar’s arm and started walking. She leaned in toward him, “Charlotte’s going to explode if she doesn’t get to ask her father how he likes you.”

Oscar laughed, “I see directness is a family trait. She warned me.”

“Used to drive her crazy when she was a teenager. Looking back I’m sure it was embarrassing in front of her friends at times, but they all thought we were the cool parents.”

“She might have mentioned something about that.” The pair shared a smile. “I was nervous meeting Micah.”

Alexis patted his hand, “That’s sweet. She means a lot to you.”

“No, she means everything to me.”

“Which is why you have nothing to worry about with her father.” She shrugged, “I was won over with how she talked of you.”

Charlotte held back, letting her mom and Oscar get ahead, before she tucked her arm through her dad’s. Micah put his hand over his daughter’s, “Something you want to know?”

She squeezed in tighter, “I know it’s only been a few hours, but do you like him?”

He laughed, “I liked him after the first ten minutes.” He pulled his arm from her and put it around her shoulder, kissing her head, “You have never seemed happier and he clearly adores you. That’s all that’s important to me.”

“I told him that’s what you’d say.”

“Then why are you asking me?”

Charlotte shrugged and a blush rose to her cheeks, “You’re still my dad and your opinion matters.”

“Nice to hear.” He gave her another squeeze. “I do like him. Besides you being happy, he seems like a nice man. Funny. Good with the littles.”

“He’s got a big Cuban/Guatemalan family.”

“Still.” Micah nodded, “I’m glad I only knew who he was from you, mum, and Matt. I think if I’d known I would have watched all his movies trying to figure him out.”

“That’s what I’ve thought. I know it’s kind of springing him on you and my friends.”

“No, I think you were right.” They arrived at her villa and assumed Oscar had gone inside and Alexis on to their home. Micah pulled Charlotte into a tight hug, “I’m happy for you.”

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Remembering Boyce Cheatwood

Editor’s note: The following tribute to Boyce Cheatwood was written and delivered by his daughter, Patty Speer, at a service in Little River, S.C., honoring Boyce on Nov. 16, 2017. Family and friends attending learned after the service that Boyce had passed away during the event. This tribute was forwarded to The Record by Boyce’s many friends and fellow members of the Elks Lodge in North Wilkesboro.

Boyce Foy Cheatwood

September 6, 1923- November 16, 2017

Boyce Foy Cheatwood was such a unique personality that it is hard to find words to appropriately describe him. I would like to share some memories that we, as a family, wanted to share with you today.

This is for you, Boyce.

Boyce was born in Winston-Salem on September 6, 1923 to Foy and Eunice Cheatwood; a whopping thirty minutes before his identical twin brother, Voyce Monroe. His two sisters, Rosa Mae and Maxine known as Teenie came along during the next 10 years.

During their school days, Boyce and Voyce took their lunch from school at the local café. They were so similar in appearance that once one of them came in and had a hamburger and a drink. When he left, the other one came in with the same order and a man at the counter said, “That boy is going to be sick.” When the man learned that there were two of them he said that they were so alike that, “One could eat the watermelon and the other one would spit out the seeds.”

Boyce’s first job was delivering newspapers by bicycle in the Winston-Salem area. On his route Boyce passed by the neighborhood pool hall. He went in and paid a fellow 5 cents to deliver his newspapers while he shot pool. Of course his daddy caught him. And as daddies could do back in the day, he wore Boyce’s backside out.

Boyce and Voyce both played baseball at a young age. At one particular game, Foy , had had a little nip before the game. One brother hit a homerun and the other one struck out. Foy stated that one was going to get a dollar and the other one, a whipping. Boyce got the dollar.

At age 16, after the death of his parents, Boyce relocated in North Wilkesboro which quickly became his home. He stayed there until he got a job in Baltimore, Maryland building airplanes. He was sure he would not be drafted. He sure was surprised when both he and his twin received letters stating that they had been recommended by their friends and neighbors for the Army Air Corp. He was 19 years old at the time.

Now Boyce was a clever fellow. On his way on the train to Boot Camp he heard that if you took K-P that you did not have to eat the rotten eggs thrown in for everyone else at breakfast. You could cook your own food. It was during this time that he learned to cook. His cooking led him down many avenues. One highlight for Boyce was that he cooked the Presidential pre-inaugural meal for Gerald Ford in Charlotte, N. C. Boyce served his country honorably until February of 1946.

After service, Boyce had to make a choice of working for Lowes, which was just getting started, in North Wilkesboro for $1.00 an hour or going with the United States Postal Service for $0.89 an hour. He took the job with the Post Office and was both a clerk and Postmaster. He told this story too many times to count to every Lowes employee who would talk with him. He also bragged that North Wilkesboro was the home of Lowes.

At the same time, Boyce owned and operated Cheatwood’s Steakhouse on Hwy. 268. He managed to work both jobs simultaneously and was well known within a 50 mile range for his steaks. He had live music on weekends and actually gave Whispering Bill Anderson a start there.

Faron Young was another of Boyce’s personal friends. Boyce had a record room in his home on 268 with all of Faron Young’s album covers on the wall. When Faron Young was inducted into the Country Music Hall of Fame, Boyce’s albums were featured on the backdrop for the television show. It wasn’t uncommon for Faron to acknowledge Boyce in the audience at his country music performances.

Once, after Bill Anderson gained some fame, he visited Boyce’s home. He saw all the Faron Young albums on the wall. A few days later Boyce received a box with a copy of all of Bill Anderson’s albums. He wanted to be on that wall, too!

Another close friend in the country music world was J. D. Higgins. Boyce listened to J.D.’s broadcast every Saturday morning. Lots of Saturdays, J. D. gave a shout out to Boyce and played a Faron Young song in his honor.

As a sports fan, Boyce loved racing and Wake Forest football and basketball. He was a personal friend of Junior Johnson and loved to eat breakfast with him at Junior’s house. He went to the first Daytona 500 Nascar race, the first and last races at the North Wilkesboro Speedway. He also had the privilege of cooking chicken on time trial days at the North Wilkesboro Speedway for the drivers. He joined the Demon Deacon Club in 1982 on the flight back from the Wake Forest/ Clemson game in Tokyo. He became not an avid fan but as Mama said a “rabid

fan.” Boyce had been a Demon Deacon Fan Club member for, if I did the math correctly, 35 years.

At the age of 53, the confirmed trendsetting bachelor (having 150 sports jackets hanging in his closet and a new Cadillac every year) decided to marry Mama even though she had 5 children and had refused his proposals. One day, Boyce called Mama’s principal and told him that she needed a substitute for the day. He got a truck, went up to Mama’s house while she was at school, and helped himself to her furniture that he wanted in “their”house. He picked her up, took her to York, South Carolina, making a stop by the side of the road to pick her roses for her bouquet. He said that was the best $2.00 he ever spent on the marriage certificate. For years he has said that she was the best wife he ever had. She truly became his everything. Boyce quickly became not only beloved uncle to husband, daddy, Papa and finally a great grandpapa. He and Mama traveled the world together.

Among the organizations Boyce was very involved in and held office, were the Jay Cee’s, the Moose Lodge and was the manager of his beloved North Wilkesboro, Elk’s Lodge # 1846.

I would be remiss not to mention that Boyce was a builder by nature. He always said that he got that from the Blevins side. He was also known for his Cheatwood’s barbeque and his love of entertaining.

Boyce was an honorable man, known to many; loved by many more. He so loved his family and friends. He was so appreciative of his caregivers who were like family to him.

He had advise for every occasion.

To the twins he would say, “Keep the girls dresses below the knees and your hands off the liquor.”

To every waitress he would say, “No meal is complete without Texas Pete.” He would go on to state that Texas Pete originated in Winston-Salem, North Carolina where he was born.

When asked if he liked or wanted something, Boyce would reply, “Is the Pope Catholic?”

Others were, “If you get in trouble, call the law.” “If you get to the Grand Canyon, drop in.” “Every day is a good day if you get to open your eyes to see it.”

Boyce was a believer and loved the Lord. In recent days he talked with him more and more; most of the time out loud. He loved gospel music and sang along whole heartedly. He waited every Saturday morning to hear J. D. Higgins sing, “In His Arms I’m Not Afraid.” Mama would wrap her arms around his shoulders, lean in to his face and sing with him. He always removed his cap and bowed his head in anticipation of the meal’s blessing. If we did not say it before he had eaten a bite, he would say, “And thank you Lord for the food I have already eaten.” Boyce had a small wall hanging that he could see from his bed that had a particular Bible verse monogrammed on it. He ended each day by stating his memory verse: 2 Timothy 4:17 “The Lord stood with me and gave me strength.”

That was certainly true because he truly fought the good fight. We are all here today to celebrate the life of Boyce Foy Cheatwood. We are all so blessed for having been a part of his.

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