#lillian bustle

[gamergirl-lumine]

Worth the reblog.

[bellewintersroe]

Fernando Alonso x ex! OC smut.

Fernando and Lila have been separated for a year. After a breakup neither of the pair wanted, emotions boil over during a brief meeting in her new home country of Australia. Unlucky for the pair, famous actress and model, Lila only has one night to spend with Alonso, the two make the most of the time they have together. Set in 2019, may not be accurate but it’s just my depiction.

warnings: smut, descriptions of sex, oral, if you’re uncomfortable don’t read. Both characters are heartbroken- some mentions of previous child loss, really want to write a series based off this, comment if it’s something you guys would like to read? This is LONG btw just a warning.

Alonso’s eyes were fixated, his breath didn’t move for a solid 10 seconds when he saw a familiar figure walking in the room. It wasn’t a coincidence that his tie suddenly felt too tight like it was choking him, and she was here. Lila Lillian, the name and face of an angel, his ex-fiancée. The woman who still had his heart a year later. Fernando felt his jaw then fall slack, eyebrows pulling together slightly as his heart began thumping furiously against his chest. There came that funny feeling that he only felt when thinking about her. A longing, a desperation, sadness, shortly followed by a contrasting excitement and happiness to see her here.

Fernando didn’t know why he was shocked. He purposefully came to watch this Grand Prix in Australia knowing she’d possibly be around. The reason their almost-three-year relationship had ended was because of this scheduled move to Australia. They’d experienced so much together before the move, the loss of their unborn baby, an engagement, a bond neither of them shared with any other individual. Fernando swallowed, finally taking a deep breath. Lila had not seen him yet, but Daniel Ricciardo, her close friend who introduced Fernando to her.

His eyes were still focused on her, breathing a little laboured as he moved his head forwards to follow her when she got lost behind a few, taller figures. The petite woman had a radiance like no other, smile bright and wide, encapsulated by her glossy, plump lips. Fernando felt he was in a trance, a dream. He’d been picturing their reunion for days, weeks, even months. When the two figures continuing contact was too difficult, they hadn’t spoke in over three months.

Lila’s gaze was focused on Daniel, laughing at the joke he’d just made, she was aware her ex fiancé may or may not have been at that particular table, but part of her was too afraid to check.

“Fernando is here.” Daniel muttered quietly when they shared a quick hug. “Okay.” Her breath felt sharp, chest pinching. Unknown to either of them, they were experiencing the exact same level of nerves and anticipation as the other.

Fernando only snapped his eyes away when Sebastian slapped him on the back. A supportive kind of action. “You should go say hi before we all get in there.” There wasn’t many of the drivers at the bar, a couple who’d come along with their partners. Fernando wasn’t racing that season, desperate for a change from his not so successful McLaren days. The men there had labelled Lila as his distraction, the reason why he wasn’t performing to the best of his ability, forgetting all about the weakness of their own car. That was something that still made Fernando angry, even a year later.

“Ok.” The Spaniard seemed to move in slow motion. He stared at the table for a moment, earning a few strange looks, swigging his expensive liquor dramatically. It wasn’t how Fernando had pictured, he thought it would be more private, just the two of them. But all the excitement and bustle of the club somehow made their reunion less awkward, less scary. As he approached around the back of the chairs, he was cut short when Lewis’ chair scraped back, accidentally cutting him off to say hello first.

Suddenly Fernando felt transported back to their competitive days, when their respect for one another was yet to greatly form. Fernando thought Lila hadn’t looked at him once, and he felt borderline like he was dying to just speak to her before everybody else got in the way.

“Lewis, hi!” The English girl giggled, arms wrapping around an old friend as the two shared a friendly hug. “Hello you. It’s been ages, how are you? How’s Australia?!”

Fernando borderline felt like he was going into a sulk, tormented by what felt like the longest conversation in the whole of Australia. Finally Lewis sat back down and all of a sudden she was just there. Lila had more of a shock, she hadn’t turned her head to see where Fernando was sat, so now he was stood in front of her, she felt like she was staring at a ghost.

“Fernando.” Her voice was light and airy, heart jumped heavily causing her fingers to touch at the bare skin of her chest. A smile broke on his face and he moved closer, engaging in what both of them wanted to be a tighter hug. Lila inhaled the oh-so familiar scent that sent a wave of nostalgia through her, a comfort like no other. Fernando didn’t fail to recognise the gentle swipe of her thumb over his clothed back, her touch grazing over his waist when they broke apart, something that Fernando shuddered at.

“Hello.” He gently spoke, her brows furrowing a little, the bitter sweet recognition of his voice being borderline overwhelming. His hand still rested on the small of her clothed back, the tiny gesture being enough to make her stomach knot.

I miss you. Fernando thought, “hi.” She giggled nervously, scanning over his face. “How are you?” She spoke after a second or so. Fernando released the tightness of his jaw swiftly. Lila unconsciously held the finger of one hand in her other, her ring finger, now bare without the ring she once wore.

“I’m ok. How are you? You look beautiful.” Fernando’s genuine compliment touched her heart more so than anybody else’s. He saw the way her lips stretched out, the way her eyes still carried a saddened glaze. Angelic, Fernando couldn’t believe how beautiful she looked, the bounce of her hair, the softness of her features. The freckles that dotted over her face- every single detail he once traced he was viewing all over again.

“Thank you…” Lila was so nervous her voice had cracked and faded, so much so Fernando wouldn’t have heard her previous words unless he was watching her so attentively. “So do-”

“Hello, mrs Lillian, I missed you!!!” A little too drunken Sebastian had stumbled over, causing both their heads to turn. Fernando felt a little startled, hand pressing a little firmer against her back. “-you.” She barely finished, clawing at Fernando’s heart as she began grinning again, moving from his hands to Sebastian’s bare hug.

“Take my seat.” Sebastian mouthed to Fernando, winking with a smirk. It was probably Hannahs plan, Sebastian’s wife, to allow the estranged couple to sit next to one another. A drunken ploy to bring the two of them together. Fernando cleared his throat, shuffling back to Sebastian’s seat.

Lila had made her way around the table, being ushered into a seat, not too subtly, next to Fernando. His blazer still rested on the back of the seat, warm against her back which he’d worn previously. The fancy award show which took place prior wasn’t necessarily something Fernando liked, Lila too, but she always did like seeing him a suit…

“Are you staying for a few?” Daniel questioned from across the table, she leaned forwards, smile stretching. “I shouldn’t, all my friends have left, I only really came to say hi. My flights at like 9 tomorrow.”

She was met with a range of objections, pleads and exclamations. From everybody apart from Fernando who felt like he’d been punched in the gut. She was flying out? Away from where he would be for the next week? How was this fair, it couldn’t have been.

“Okay, I’ll stay. Only for a couple though, Daniel I know you’re gonna try get me drunk!” She warned, speaking confidently, laughing at her own comment as Fernando’s lips twitched. She always was funny, a little quirky but her sense of humour was something he found so attractive. “Gonna make me miss my flight.” She commented, laughing gently as Fernando’s eyebrows perked realising she was speaking to him. She’d stolen a glance, desperate to not make their interaction awkward.

“Where are you flying to?” His accent was thicker than she remembered, he leant back in his chair, looking as cool as ever. She smiled gently, fingers still playing with one another.

“New York. I’ve got a shoot there.” Lila laughed a little at how prestigious the words sounded. “Ah.” Fernando nodded, feeling a little loss for words. His disappointment was maybe a little too evident, so he was quick to down the rest of his drink. “Would you like a drink?”

“Oh, yeah..” so much for ‘I wasn’t drinking’ Lila felt the nerves rattling through her bones, something that could only be softened by the flow of alcohol. “I’ll come.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I have it.” He nodded, standing up before she could. Her head tilted up, “oh, Fernando you don’t have to.”

“It’s okay.” He firmed. “Rose?”

“Yeah.” Lila inhaled. “Please…” The more conversation flowed, the more alcohol was consumed. Lila felt consumed by the back Fernando was right there, and as the clock was striking 12, she knew she should’ve been leaving, but the urgency to just do something, do more, with him was overwhelming.

She was two-and-a-half glasses in and being a lightweight, the buzz of the alcohol was already clouding her mind. When she’d taken a break from the conversation Lila felt herself lean back into her chair, instinctively tilting her head towards her left to where Fernando was. His veiny hands were spread over his thighs, finger cladded by the ring she bought him.

When he’d noticed where she was looking, Fernando tensed up a little, lifting his hand to look at the ring himself. “It’s a nice ring.” He shrugged, smirking to himself.

“I know.” She shrugged, border line teasing him. “I picked it out.” Lila chuckled down to her wine, sipping more of the drink she was enjoying a little too much.

“Oh, I didn’t know that.” He fired back playfully. Lila fully looked to him now, smiling properly. “You didn’t remind me once a week.” Fernando felt his heart flutter when she giggled at his words.

“I was proud!” She defended. “And I have good taste.” Lila shrugged, sipping on her drink. Fernando smirked towards her, eyes falling to the slit in her long, black dress. “I know.” He responded, quickly turning up to where she was already looking back to him. Throughout their conversation with one another and the others, the two were moving closer and closer together.

“There’s so many spiders here though, I knew there would be- but I was shocked they’re literal tarantulas.” She dramatically exclaimed. “I was right the whole time. Moving to Australia was a bad idea.” He was joking, of course, but there was an element of truth that lingered. When the two would occasionally dispute when being together, it was about her move to Australia.

“Yeah, yeah, course you were.” She playfully knocked his arm which he rested on the back of his chair. Their chairs were almost touching, every now and then their feet would touch under the table, her heel grazing against his shin. Fernando had no idea if it was intentional or not, but there was something ignited deep inside him at the fact they were reunited again.

“I mean, I should’ve listened to you about the snakes.” She turned her body to face his, knees touching his thigh. Fernando instinctively spread his legs a little further so they pressed firmer against her legs.

“Oh yeah?” He laughed, eyeing her up quickly, arm resting over the back of the chair she sat on subtly. “Yeah, they’re terrifying.” She admitted.

“Are they big?”

“Huge, Nando, you’d be terrified.”

“I don’t like the sound of that.” “Yeah? Good job you didn’t come to Australia with me then.” Although he could hear the sarcasm and joking oozing off her tone, his smile faltered, scanning over Lila’s expression. Her smile fell harder than when it had started. It was something she never could understand- well she could, but she always hoped Fernando would come to Australia with her at some point.

“Im only kidding.” She pointed out, aware the joke didn’t fall as it had intended to. His arm had fallen off the back of his chair. He offered her a gentle smile, a reassuring one. “You know-” as she finished her third glass of wine, she felt her filter becoming non existent.

“It is nice to see you, I wondered if… if you’d be here, you know cos you’re not racing and all this season?” Fernando’s heart melted as he automatically reached out, placing a hand on her thigh, not too far up. He could see the blush that grew on her face, the physical hitch in her throat.

“I missed you-” she dropped casually, touching his warm hand lightly, before removing it seconds later. “Sorry…” Lila frowned, wondering if she’d gone a little too far. The words simply stabbed at Fernando’s heart further. His fingers squeezed over her bare flesh. “I miss you.” He was quick to reply, voice low and head dipped slightly. The two of them looked at one another through their eyelashes.

“How are you doing? You know, taking some time off?” Terrible, heartbroken. Fernando wanted to be open with her.

“Keeping busy.”

“Not burning yourself out, I hope?” A kind hand laid on his arm supportively. “No.” He responded. “Just… I just needed some time off after last season.” And after the break up.

“McLaren.” She awkward smiled, exhaling the word out. She knew the things they thought of her, a distraction, a pretty girl that at 22 knew nothing when she was dating a man 12 years her senior. They probably rejoiced and laughed when they split. For Fernando that wasn’t home, he couldn’t accept anybody in his life who didn’t accept her, still, to this day. She was his home, and now she’d gone he felt clueless.

“Yeah…” he knowingly spoke. A moment of silence took over the pair. She glanced down to the time, 12:45. “Oh god. I need to go to bed.” Lila felt Fernando’s hand slip a little further up her leg when he looked to also check the time. “Do you have to leave, already?” His words tugged at her heart, a contrast to the way her core was burning at his hand flattened over her bare thigh.

“I’m flying out tomorrow, I have at be at the airport by 6:30.” She sighed, chest heavy with sadness. She’d been so caught up with catching up with Fernando she had somewhat forgotten that the night would have to come to an end.

“One more drink won’t kill you.” He attempted to lighten the mood by nudging her shoulder. In return Lila could only offer him a saddened smile. “Sorry, Nando…” the nickname made his chest ache painfully. “Then I will walk you back.” He offered as she reached over to catch his fingers against her own. Fernando hated that he didn’t feel the cold of her ring on against his hand. It should’ve been there… “Okay.” Her voice was reduced to a whisper as he helped her up, “we are heading off.” Fernando cleared his throat to the few people still gathered around the table. People eyed up the pair, some smirking, some shocked.

“It’s been nice to see you all, hopefully I’ll see you guys soon… bye Danny.. see you Seb.” After a few moments of goodbye’s the two left side-by-side. For Lila it felt just like old times, except there was a sadness that lingered.

“I’m getting a ride back.” Lila had already texted her driver, who was waiting outside. She halted, looking up to Fernando whom she had paused so they were face to face. Her words made his heart drop, feelings reminiscent of that early morning in the airport when they said goodbye for good.

“I just wanted to say bye to you away from the table.” Lila slowly explained, seeing Fernando scanning over her face with sadenned, puppy eyes. “Don’t look at me like that, Nando.” She felt as though she could cry, reaching out and taking his hand.

Fernando swallowed, stealing a glimpse out to the car readily parked outside. When he turned back to her he felt like he’d been punched in the gut to see her eyes becoming glassy.

“No, no, no.” He hushed, pulling her closer. Her arms wrapped over his shoulders, feeling his hand on her waist, the other on the back of her head. “Come with me, Nando…” she’d pulled back only slightly, gazing up to the taller man. Tears had yet to spill, she was just awaiting his response.

“Pl-” “Yes.” Fernando simply spoke, placing her hand back into his. “Let’s go, bebé.”

The car ride home was comfortable, neither of them spoke too much, but Fernando had purposefully sat next to her in the middle seat, their hands still intertwined. Both of them felt the need for one another, the deep desire that burnt in each of their hearts. It went beyond lust, it was a need. Lila would brush her hand against Fernando’s inner thigh every now and then and he would struggle with the urge to control his mind leading elsewhere.

“Where are you staying?” Lila gently asked when they were stood outside her hotel room. Living in Sydney, she was pretty far from home. “Not too far from here. I will walk.” Fernando nodded. “W- no. You can- you can get a taxi.” She stammered, purposefully delaying the goodbye. What she really wanted to say was ‘you can stay’ but somehow, despite the Dutch courage, she was nervous.

Fernando smiled tightly, running a hand down her arm before glancing back down the hall, where the lifts were. Lila’s heart jumped in a desperation that screamed at her to not let him leave.

“Fernando-”

“Lila-” he began, taking hold of her hand. “Yeah?” She felt lost for breath, as did Fernando. He picked up her hand, pulling it up to his lips intimately. She let out a closed mouth sigh, one that was audible to his ears, hurting his heart.

“Come here.” He whispered, pulling her right into his front where they shared a tight embrace. “I miss you, Nando. I meant to say it earlier, not that I missed you. I still do.” The clarification was something Fernando honestly had not picked up on, but it was still enough to make him feel like he wanted to cry.

“I know.” He whispered feeling her pull back to gaze over his face. The two shared no more words, just a look that they both recognised. With a gentle caress of her cheek, Fernando moved forwards, pressing his lips to hers gently. That kiss sealed their fate. It gave them both butterflies just like it was the first time, and when the kiss deepened she found herself pulling him into her room, key card clumsily waving against the door to unlock it.

When they were inside she grappled hold of his blazer desperately, beginning to push it off as he simultaneously began pulling off his tie. Their tongues danced against one another’s, lipstick smearing over his lips as they frantically made out with one another.

When they fell back into the bathroom door the two of them shared a giggle, meeting eyes for the first time. Lila’s smile remained as her fingers fell to the buckle on his belt. Fernando glanced down with a slack jaw before moving in for another kiss, breathing becoming heavier as she began unbuckling his belt, unzipping his trousers and leaving them open. Her hand was going to reach down into his underwear but she had to steady herself, holding onto his shoulders. Fernando closed the gap between them, hard cock pressing against her inner hip as she moaned against his lips.

His hands travelled down, pulling her dress down with it, tits exposing as he began leaving open mouthed kisses over her skin, her sensitive nipples. He was holding her up by the waist, crotch pressed into his by a hand on her ass. If he wasn’t holding onto her, Lila swore she’d fall over from the dizzy feeling. Fernando knew her body better than anybody, she had never been with anybody better, now she was desperate to have him again, all of him.

“Nando.” When she moaned, he swore he was being visited by the angels. He’d fully pushed her dress down and off, leaving her in a black pair of thongs and her heels. “Fernando, please, I can’t wait.” She choked out at the swipe of his hand over her aching pussy. She was throbbing for him, Fernando was positive he could feel it. He felt his cock painfully hard in his boxers, so much so it hurt.

When he felt the grab of her hand on him he thought he’d cum there and then. Something snapped and he was leading her towards the bed, nudging her down and pulling his cock free. He licked his hand, pushing her thongs to the side and swiping the wetness across her already dripping pussy. He groaned in pleasure at the sensation. The familiarity drove Fernando crazy, her chest was heaving and falling as they made eye contact, it was all so full of anticipation.

Usually Nando would go down on her for what felt like hours before, he’d made her finish endless amounts of times and he found nothing more erotic than seeing her in that position, writhing, pulling his hair, grinding her hips against his mouth. Lola’s lower stomach was burning, her hands holding around Fernando’s muscular arms, the tip of his unprotected cock nudging against her pussy.

More preparation was ideal, but neither of them could wait, he was gentle with his movement, watching her attentively for any sign of pain. Fernando reached out, stroking her cheek before falling on top of her, hands at either side of her as he eased his length into her.

Lola’s breath hitched, feeling him pull a pillow under her neck for comfort, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he took a deep breath, cock buried deep inside of her. “Nando.” She breathed, hand stroking down the back of his scalp and neck.

“Is that ok?” He quickly spoke as soon as he heard the delicate whisper of his name. “Yeah, you feel so good.” Lila swallowed, he sunk down, lips pressing to her forehead as he began moving slowly.

Fernando always enjoyed missionary with Lila, especially now, he could see every inch of her pleasure, kiss her, squeeze here, anything she wanted. Her heels still remained on her feet, spread wide. Fernando couldn’t resist running a hand up the inside of her soft flesh. He exhaled, his temple pressed to hers as he began moving slowly, sensually. His hips rolled slowly, her own bouncing up slightly to meet his as they engaged in a deep, messy kiss.

“I missed you… so much.” Fernando shakily sighed, “I missed you.” With every touch, every stroke, Fernando felt himself becoming unravelled in her hold, everything felt so intimate, their eye contact, their kisses, they were making love like it was the last time. Maybe it was, Fernando shook the thought from his mind. The slide of his cock in and out of her perfect pussy drove him into a trance, pulling her up onto his lap.

His movements were strong, she found it so erotic that as soon as she sat in his lap she began rocking her hips back and fourth against his. Their pants and gasps filled the room, foreheads pressed to one another as Fernando began to sweat in his shirt. His pants had been discarded but he couldn’t find the chance to possibly stop what was going on to undress fully.

When her movements became a little faster, her head dropped back, a louder moan escaping her lips, one that drove Alonso crazy. He was staring at her, watching her intensely as she rode him, fingers digging deeper into the flesh of his shoulders. He wanted her to leave marks for days to come so even if they weren’t near, he’d still have something technically of hers.

“Fernando, fuck… fuck.” Her moans developed into whines, his hips beginning to snap into hers. With more confidence, he felt his gasps slowly turn into grunts that escaped through his teeth. He pulled her back into his body, hugging her through the love making as she bounced up and down on his aching member.

“Please…” she babbled, a little unknown as to what she was pleading for. More of him, all of him, him to come back. “Shit.” Fernando cursed, eyes squeezing shut when she rolled herself deep against his cock. He wasn’t sure how long he’d last, she was already working towards an orgasm. Only Fernando could make her feel so good.

“Tan bueno. Eres tan buena.” He muttered out, an open mouthed groan escaping his lips. She responded to his words with an open mouthed cry, back arching and falling back again. “Please, Nando, please, fuck me.” She was being wicked, so very cruel, tits bouncing as she threw her head back, hair also bouncing with each movement.

Fernando was breathing out loud now, taking a handful of her breast, squeezing at the nipple as he watched her like he was seeing stars. Lila felt herself going into overdrive, there was something so erotic and intimate about being back with the man she still loved so much. When his hand travelled down to her clit, rubbing in the perfect way she liked, she knew she was a sucker.

“Fuck, I’m- Fernando, I’m gonna cum.” She slurred, choking out moans between each word. Her stomach was building as her movements turned frantic, he sped up to hit her g-spot, the bed squeaking under his movements. Lila felt bad for the people downstairs…

Her orgasm crept up painfully fast, she was gasping out loud, eyebrows scrunched as she stared back to his glistening eyes. “Cum for me, fuck. You can do it.” He encouraged, his fingers digging deeper into her hip bone. Lila’s voice cracked as she hit her peak, momentarily losing the ability to think as she experienced the most overwhelming orgasm ever.

The best part of it? She fell back into Fernando’s arms after, chest heaving and falling as she panted, coming down from her pure bliss. “Tan buena.” He told her, fingers stroking up her back.

“Mmmmh.” She hummed, brows still furrowed, lips pouted as they shared another kiss. Nando was gentle and careful to start his movements again, knowing she’d be sensitive from her prior orgasm.

“You feel so tight, oh my-” Fernando’s eyes rolled back as he bit down on her shoulder, hips slowly fucking into her. It wasn’t enough, he needed her faster, harder, all of her. He wanted to fill her with his seed, make her his again. “-God.” He finished his sentence, shuddering as he lifted her slightly, nudging her to go on all fours.

Lila loved when Fernando wanted to go in doggy. He was always so passionate, so good, most of all he fucked her like no other man could, so with a kiss to her pussy, and another to her bum cheek, he slid back in, groaning and grunting at the sensation.

“Lila.” He moaned, head dropping back in reaction to her back arching. She whined against the mattress, clawing at the sheets as she fell back onto his cock. His hands steadied her, overwhelmed with how beautiful this angle was. His thumbs pressed into the dimples at the bottom of her back, massaging slightly.

“Please, Fernando… fuck me how you used to.” Her words somehow got him almost choked up, but riled up to say the least. With the snatch of a hip each, he fucked into her, using all his stamina to continue the sex until they were both experiencing an immeasurable amount of pleasure. “Mierda. Ángel mío, te sientes tan jodidamente bien.” Fernando’s dirty words weren't something she could properly translate, but she loved it, with each fuck of his cock inside of her he was growing hungrier, more desperate. “Please!” She wept, feeling her stomach constantly tighten from the pleasure.

“Please, Nando.” Lila let out a pornographic moan, one that Fernando followed with, the sound of her moans and begs becoming filthy driving him too close to the edge. His hips moved harshly, body curling over hers as his groans began long before his orgasm even began.

With one last whimper, of her asking him to finish inside her, Fernando felt he was driven crazy. His head was spinning as he felt the shoot of his seed filling her up, pussy clenched around him as he let out the hottest sound she’d ever heard. His body slumped, quickly resting a hand on the bed to support him through his orgasm, cheek rested on her back.

Fernando was in love, so deeply in love, still. “I love you.” He shuddered out as Lila felt the jump of her heart, her eyes pricking at the words. “I love you.” Her voice caught in her throat, but she didn’t hesitate to say it back. Fernando let out one final moan, milking the last of his orgasm before pulling out and smoothing down her back when she laid on her front.

He shifted to the right of her, laying on his side to meet her half way for gentle kisses. “Stay tonight.” Her hand rested against his forearm which still trembled from the pleasure he’d just experienced.

“Okay.” Fernando kissed her deeply once again. Apart from excusing herself to the bathroom for a few moments, the two were inseparable, naked bodies intertwine throughout the night. Neither of them wanted to sleep, they both had so much to say, yet so little time. Fernando worried if he’d closed his eyes then morning would arouse him and they’re separation would follow.

Of course, morning did come. The bustle of her attempting to prepare for the airport was only something Nando could soothe her with. Except this time, she thought she’d burst into tears at any moment knowing they’d have to say goodbye. He rode with her to the airport, carried her bags. Their connection from the night before had drew then irreversibly close once again.

As soon as the airport came into Lila’s vision, her stomach dropped. “We’re here.” She whispered, fingers sliding over Fernando’s thigh. He was still in the same clothes from last night, not that he really cared, he just wanted to be there with her. Something washed over Fernando, he borderline snatched her hand, preventing her from pulling it back.

“Come home with me.” “Fernando-” she sighed, hearing this conversation many times over. “Please. We can start another life together, put your ring back on.” She could feel the sickly feeling arise in her chest when their car pulled up.

“Nando.” Her heart became heavy and the tears in her eyes only grew further at his words. He kissed her, deeply, quickly. “I miss you.” That broke the flood gates. Her eyes began streaming as he held her tightly. The only person that could reduce him to tears was her.

“I miss you so much.” She repeated. “But I can’t, not after we lost- I just… for now. I can’t.” She almost spiralled, but a deep inhale and reminder that the driver was waiting outside the car with her bags pulled her back together. Fernando’s jaw was clenched to prevent him becoming choked up. “I’m sorry.” He stared blankly at the space between them, he’d become overwhelmed with a desperation for him back in her life. One that killed him. He began to worry they’d never be together again.

“Te esperaré...” “I will wait for you too, Nando…”

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A Promise is Timeless

Chapter One: Prologue

Word Count: 1,405/8,505 characters

Reading Time: 5 minutes, 7 seconds

Speaking Time: 7 minutes, 49 seconds

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*July 17th, 1955*

The grand opening of Disneyland had drawn crowds from far and wide, and amidst the festivities, the infamous Captain Hook found himself reflecting on the surreal nature of it all. As he stood near the Sleeping Beauty Castle: a beacon of Walt Disney's imagination turned reality, Hook's thoughts were interrupted by the approach of the man himself—Walt Disney.

"Walt," Hook greeted with a respectful nod, adjusting his hat as he acknowledged the visionary responsible for bringing so much magic to life.

Walt Disney smiled warmly, his eyes twinkling with pride and exhaustion. "Captain Hook," he replied, extending a hand. "Quite a day, isn't it? How are you finding the park?"

Hook hesitated, momentarily taken aback by the genuine interest in Walt's voice, and gently shakes the king’s hand. "It's... quite something," he admitted gruffly, his gaze sweeping over the bustling crowds and meticulously crafted attractions.

Walt chuckled, sensing Hook's mixed feelings. "I imagine it must be strange for you," he remarked, his tone gentle yet probing. "Seeing your world, your story, come to life in such a way."

Hook shifted uncomfortably, the weight of Walt's words sinking in. "Aye, strange indeed," he conceded, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. "To think we villains, born of ink and imagination, now walk among your guests."

Walt nodded thoughtfully. "You're a part of our stories now, Captain Hook," he said earnestly. "And this park is for everyone—heroes, villains, and everything in between. It's about bringing joy and wonder to all who visit."

Hook glanced down at the pocket watch hanging from his coat, a gift from Walt himself symbolizing their shared commitment to storytelling and imagination. "Thank you, Walt," he murmured sincerely. "For this park, for believing in us villains, and for making dreams a reality."

Walt smiled warmly, his fatigue momentarily lifted by Hook's gratitude. "It's my pleasure, Captain. Disneyland is for dreamers of all kinds, and you, my friend, are most welcome here."

As they stood together, watching families embark on their own adventures through the enchanted lands of Disneyland, Hook felt a sense of belonging he hadn't expected. In that moment, amidst the magic and the memories, he understood that Walt Disney's dream was indeed a powerful one—one that bridged the gap between fantasy and reality, bringing joy and inspiration to generations to come.

As Captain Hook and Walt Disney continued their conversation amidst the grandeur of Disneyland's opening day, a sudden cough interrupted Walt's silence. Hook, ever observant despite his pirate demeanor, turned to the visionary with concern etched on his face.

"Walt," Hook said gruffly, motioning towards a nearby bench. "Perhaps we should sit down for a moment."

Walt nodded gratefully, accepting Hook's gesture and easing himself onto the bench. His usual vigor seemed momentarily subdued, replaced by a hint of fatigue and vulnerability.

"I'm fine, Hook, I’m fine," Walt reassured, though his voice betrayed a touch of uncertainty as he rubs his neck. "Just a tickle in my throat. Lillian has been after me to cut back on the smoking."

Hook raised an eyebrow, settling beside Walt with a nod of understanding. "Aye, even kings must heed the concerns of their queens," he remarked, though his tone softened with genuine concern. "You've been pushing yourself hard, Walt. The park, the films, everything."

Walt sighed, a faint smile playing on his lips. "It's all worth it, Hook. To see this dream come true," he replied, gesturing towards the joyful chaos unfolding around them. "But perhaps Lillian is right. I ought to take better care."

Hook nodded in agreement, casting a thoughtful glance at the bustling park. "Aye, Walt. You've created something extraordinary here. Take the time to enjoy it."

Walt chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling with warmth. "You're right, Hook. We should all take a moment to appreciate the magic."

As they sat together, a quiet camaraderie formed between them—two men from different worlds, united by a shared vision and a mutual respect for the power of imagination. In that brief respite, amidst the whirlwind of Disneyland's opening day, Hook realized the depth of Walt Disney's passion and the impact of his dream on everyone who crossed its threshold.

And as the sounds of laughter and adventure echoed around them, Hook knew that this day would forever be etched in the annals of history—a testament to Walt Disney's unwavering belief in the power of dreams and the enduring legacy of Disneyland.

The afternoon sun cast a golden hue over Disneyland, Walt Disney's words carried a weight that Hook couldn't ignore. The conversation had taken a solemn turn, and Hook sensed the gravity of Walt's behavior.

"Hook," Walt began, his voice earnest and tinged with a hint of urgency. "Promise me something."

Hook nodded attentively, his gaze steady as he awaited Walt's words.

"When I'm gone," Walt continued, his eyes searching Hook's face for reassurance, "promise me you'll protect the villains. Maleficent, Queen Grimhilde, all of them. They're part of our stories, our world. Promise me you'll keep them safe."

Hook felt a lump form in his throat, understanding the trust and responsibility Walt was placing upon him. "I promise," Hook replied solemnly, his voice unwavering despite the emotions stirring within him. "With my life, I'll protect them. And the ones I love will guide me in that duty."

Walt nodded, a sense of relief washing over his features. "Thank you, Hook," he said gratefully. "I know I can trust you. You understand what it means to believe in something bigger than yourself."

Hook nodded in agreement, his gaze drifting towards the bustling crowds and the gleaming spires of the park. "Aye, Walt. This place is more than just bricks and mortar. It's a beacon of imagination, of dreams realized."

Walt smiled, a fatherly warmth in his eyes. "And you, Hook, are a part of that magic now. Never forget that."

As they sat in companionable silence, surrounded by the laughter and wonder of Disneyland's first guests, Hook felt a profound sense of purpose settle upon him. Walt Disney's dream had become his responsibility—a promise to safeguard the villains and preserve the stories that defined them.

And as the day continued to unfold, Hook knew that this pledge would endure long after the crowds had gone and the park lights dimmed—a testament to the enduring power of Walt Disney's vision and the bond forged between a visionary and a pirate.

*Present Time*

Captain Hook walked through the bustling streets of Disneytopia, his steps heavy with emotion as he recalled the memories of Walt and Lillian Disney. Their presence, once so vibrant and inspiring, now lingered in the shadows of the park they had built together. Tears threatened to spill from Hook's eyes, a rare display of emotion from the hardened pirate.

Gently, Hook retrieved the pocket watch from his coat, the familiar weight comforting in his hand. With a flick of his hook, he opened it, revealing two sides of significance. On one side, a locket held a precious picture of Walt and Lillian Disney, captured in a moment of joy and unity. Hook stared at the photograph, memories of their conversations and shared dreams flooding his mind.

"And now they're gone," Hook murmured quietly to himself, his voice betraying a mixture of sadness and reverence. "Their legacy lives on, but they are gone."

Turning the watch over, Hook noted the frozen time: 7:53. A poignant reminder of the moment frozen in time, just as Walt and Lillian would forever remain in the hearts and memories of those they touched.

"The sons carry on," Hook whispered softly, his eyes tracing the engraved initials on the watch; J.H&W.D. "Mickey and Oswald. The legacy of dreams and magic."

As he closed the pocket watch, Hook felt a renewed sense of purpose. His promise to Walt Disney, to protect the villains and uphold the spirit of imagination, burned brighter than ever. With a determined stride, Hook continued through the park’s mimic, where laughter and joy mingled with the echoes of a timeless dream—one that had shaped not only a company but a world of enchantment.

And as he walked, the pocket watch nestled close to his heart, Captain Hook knew that Walt and Lillian Disney's legacy would endure, carried forward by the magic they had created and the promise he had made.

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Chapter Two release date: August. More information on this AU lore will be explained in the next chapter. Hope you like this segment and hope to see you next month!

[futurefamousdeadmusician]

You Have a Deal

Author's note; Hey all, this is my first run at publishing my writing, hope someone likes it and let me know what you think! I have done some mild PB plot alterations to fit my story better.

Summary; When the Shelby family is under attack from the Changrettas the youngest sibling, Lillian, makes a deal with a distant business partner to ensure the safety of her loved ones.

Content warnings; mild spoilers.

The air of the afternoon was cold this day. Impenetrable grey covered the sky above Birmingham and pressed an awful feeling into Lillian. Her gaze down at the cobblestone, she made her way through the lively Calver Lane until she reached her destination, Solomon’s Mill. She looked up at the building and thought once again of her reasons for coming. No one had known she was here, and she liked it that way. With her family under siege and fair reasoning long gone from the Shelby family, she decided that it was her who needed to devise a plan. A way out. A way through. She moved through the final steps until she reached the door of the old brick building. Built sometime in the 1820’s she could tell Solomon’s Mill was a long standing business on the outskirts of the city. A staple of Birmingham that lasted through the most disheartening economic conditions. Owned and founded by the Solomon’s family after they immigrated to England. Nothing shook this old place; not guns, not violence, not the bloody communists. Always there and always of interest to the Peaky Blinders. They were cordial, if not cooperative at times. Now, Lillian relied on that mutual respect to hold steady when she pushed open the large barn-style doors. 

The air sweeping from the factory carried the sent of the fresh grain being processed through the large, rusted machinery. The shadows of the quick moving men bustling around danced at her feet as she walked through the threshold and made her way to a small room attached to right wood slat wall. Rapping three times on the fragile wooden frame a younger man looked up from his desk and cocked an eyebrow to Lillian. 

“Ye’,” he said quickly, barely parting his lips to speak. 

Slowly, calmly, with the utmost care to appear collected in her appearance, she spoke, “ I’m here to see Mister Solomons.” 

Eyeing her up and down, the nameless man gradually stood from his seat and addressed her more directly than before. He stood not much taller than the young Shelby. Short curls held close to his head and a tattered apron hung off his thin frame. 

“And what’s yer’ order of business?” he questioned. 

“I believe that to be a private matter.” 

He walked around his desk and Lillian did her best not to release the stern eye contact she held on him since her arrival. A lesson from Tommy she knew well, for when you look into the eyes of another man it is much harder to lie; and much harder to kill. 

“Open the purse.” He spoke flatly, unblinking. 

She dropped the small purse defiantly onto the wood-back chair in front of her. She flipped open the small titanium latch and took a small step back to allow the gaunt man his inspection uninterrupted. He drew a pencil from behind his ear and flicked through her things, like they were dirty. Like they were not worthy to be touched by the human hand. Without a word, he looked once again into the dark eyes of the woman before him and peaked over he shoulder into the doorway leading back to the vast factory floor. 

“Come with me,” he ordered in the same flat tone. 

Picking up her bag, Lillian followed him as he walked quickly out into the large room and maneuvered through the men and machines working in impeccable rhythm. She willed herself to keep pace with the small man, heels echoing through the loud space and causing men to turn their heads both in amusement and strict curiosity. Once her escort reached the back most offices of the mill he cracked open the door and spoke softly in a language Lillian did not recognize. After a few exchanges the man stepped to the motioned for Ms. Shelby to enter the small, dark closet. 

There, Mr. Solomons sat at an old oak desk, leaned far back in his seat with the amusement of a child lingering on his bearded face. 

“Ahhh Lillian,” he spoke loudly, “to what do I owe this enormous pleasure.”

“Mr. Solomons.” A brief pause as Lillian sat herself slowly on the chair paced strangely close to the overbearing desk. “There are a few matters I wish to discuss with you and I preferred them to be in person.” 

“Ah sweetheart, and what might that be. Did the new sweets parlor open up just past Harding, is that it?” He bellowed with laughter and Lillians eyes remained engrained in his skull. She always thought back to the words of her older brother in moments of this gravity. 

“Don’t look away from them - the men who wish to kill you - it only gives them time to make that decision.” 

Once the fitful bits of laughs subsided and the ringing from the old slat walls hushed away, Lillian spoke in the same calm tone she had mastered years earlier. 

“I believe I have something you want.” 

Another astonished chucked escaped the burly man. 

“And what would that be?” 

A cold breeze moved through the room. It never occurred to Lillian why men of such power chose to have a room so small to reside in. When her family had the means, they awarded themselves luxury. But Alfie, he hid away in this small closet. Maybe it made himself feel bigger in some way. 

“Brooklyn.” 

“The fuck you mean ‘Brooklyn’,” 

“Brooklyn. New York. Chicago. Shit maybe Boston by the time we are done.” 

The boss moved up farther in his seat. He readjusted his head to the side, believing that he may have heard the young girl wrong. 

“Love, what the fuck are you on about? Did you brother send you.” 

Almost too quickly she responded, “I came on my own accord.” She didn’t like always falling under the wing of her family; Tommy in particular. While the Shelby name came with certain privileges bestowed upon her at birth, she valued her identity. So long she had relied on Thomas to protect the family. Now, with the looming threat of the Italian’s hanging over like a dark cloud, she was on her final idea to pull her family through to safety. 

“Shelby company limited has taken a special interest in the American liquor market. We feel that it would be in your interest, as well as ours, if we cooperated on this matter. Together, we both have much to gain,” she continued, finally regaining her full composer. 

“Ye’ and why would I want business in America? What’s the fuckin’ catch?” Solomons pressed. 

“The Changretta family has made advances against my family. We are now using this opportunity to move into the American market while they are occupied here. This is a quite unique chance to collaborate with our American acquaintance without the influence of the Italians. With your power, as well as ours, I think that we could quite a fitting sum.” For the first time, Lillian broke her gaze away, reaching into her purse to exhume a cigarette before flashing her eyes back to Alfie. He leaned back in his chair, the creak of the old wood breaking the frigid silence. He gaze slowly moved back and forth over the ceiling while his hands rested behind his head. 

“Power,” he began. “Your power and my power,” almost as if he was explaining the concept to a child. “Where is your brother at, Lillian?” 

“He is attending to other business in Bristol.” Lillian, as a principle, didn’t like lying. But, as a Shelby, it came as naturally as breathing. 

“Where is Arthur?”

“Overseeing the tracks.” A puff of smoke escaped from her lips following her statement. 

“Then who in the fuck sent you?” His anger showed. Frustration. Questioning. He was half expecting one of Tommy’s men to appear from behind the doorframe and put a bullet between his eyes, finally revealing this to be an elaborate set up orchestrated by the young woman before him and her devilish relatives. But the bullet never flew and Lillian sat motionless in his chair waiting to respond. 

“I come as a representative of the Shelby Company Limited with a legitimate proposal for enterprise cooperation.” 

“And why should I trust the lot of you? Bunch of gypsy crooks.”

She sat once again, silent, patient, and held his gaze for just a moment to long. Leaning forward, she put the stiff out in a small crystal bowl on the corner of Mr. Solomon’s desk. She retrieved her handbag from her feet and pulled out a small, white envelope. After tossing it lightly on the desk in front of the bearded man she returned to her natural position in the chair, arms crossed, the Shelby, deadpan expression returning to her features. Alfie pulled his spectacles onto the bridge of his nose from the chair laced around his neck. He collected the envelope and carefully took out the ivory card within. A black handprint stained the cover. Mr. Solomons didn’t need to examine the paper any further and flicked up his eyes to meet Lillian’s once again. 

“Every one of us got one.” 

“I see.”

“If the Shelby family dies, your possibilities of every entering the American market get buried with us. Or burned rather…” she trailed on, looking off to the side, examining the bookshelf behind him. “You know, Gypsy things.” 

Alfie released a deeply held sigh and placed the card down back onto the desk with more care than the original owner did. Somewhere, deep down, he held grace for the young woman before him. He recognized that she was a result of her surroundings. Born into the small, violent hole that is Small Heath as a Shelby and since her birth has survived through the forces of her family and her gritty resilience. He new she wanted out. She loved her family, that was her weakness, but she longed to see the hills of the Netherlands and the cathedrals of Austria and the new bustling cities of America. To do this though, she must survive.

“I would need a more formal manner of proposal, numbers and such,” he explained still keeping that condescending tone. But Lillian already began to sit up straighter in anticipation carful not to let this emotion overtake her. “But tentatively, I believe we can work something out.”

A small smirk graced across her lips as she extended her hand. “Very well, Mr. Solomons, I’ll have my associates reach out to your tomorrow.” With that, she was on her feet, quickly remembering to pick up the dreadful letter she had pulled out moments ago. Carful in her movements she walked slowly out of office and shut the door behind her, leaving Alfie sitting in silence, wondering what he had just agreed to. He held much respect for Thomas and therefor placed some onto his younger counterpart. 

Lillian exited the factory and began down the darkening street until she was able to hail an oncoming cab. 

“Watery Lane, please,” she said quietly to the driver who nodded at her instructions. She was eager to meet with Aunt Polly and tell her of her plan of action knowing the elder Shelby would be much more receptive to this idea. Her only fear was Thomas, but that would have to wait. She just hoped that she had done the right thing. 

[when-gravity-has-fallen]

Okay I need to talk about Mr. And Mrs. Pines (Dipper and Mabel's parents) somewhere because idk how much will be revealed via asks. Maybe I'll write a proper fanfiction someday but for now I'm just yapping. The Axolotl should not have given me this power haha.

CONTENT WARNINGS FOR THE FOLLOWING: 🚨⚠️

Death, injury, car accidents, abuse, family issues, cheating/infidelity, bad religious experiences, general discussion of war, and discussion of divorce

PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED SOMETHING. I apologize in advance for possible missing warnings.

First off, Dad Pines' name is Connor amd Mom Pines' name is Lillian! Because why not? That's just the names I came up with 2014 and it's just continued to feel right ever since.

So that baby? Held in Caryn Pines' arms in A Tale of Two Stans? That confuses the hell out of everyone? Yeah that baby.

In my version of events here that baby is Shermie's kid. Dad Pines.

As is a popular headcanon, I also have Shermie being a Vietnam veteran and Ma Pines was helping Mrs. Shermie (I've called her Emma for a long time. Don't ask why. Maybe her name will change idk) to care for Baby Connor, which is what we see during the fight between the OG Mystery Twins.

When Shermie finally returns home from war, he finds out that Stan was kicked out by Filbrick, which... he's not happy about. As a result he moves his family west to Reno, Nevada. Due to moving, general hustle-bustle of life, and raising a family, he unfortunately is unable to contact Stan. He couldn't attend the funeral due to work conflicts and regrets not going. (Well. Until Ford comes back that is. Likely before or at some point during their boat travels they give ol Sherman a visit)

The Pines (aka Shermie and "Emma") also raise their family as Jewish but are more casual in it than Filbrick and Caryn were. Shermie in particular is more casual, especially after Vietnam whereas Emma is more devout.

They also have three more sons after Connor. Idk/remember their names. I'll just say one of them is Abraham. No they don't have a lot of details or relevance. Sorry kids.

Either during Connor's late high school years or time in college he becomes agnostic.

He's a football fool and he was a quarterback for his team in high school.

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Lillian was the result of a sex worker at a bachelor's party. Her parents initially were both in Illinois but her father moved to Minnesota (or fudging East Dakota if Bill is right about it not being real). She didn't know her father (John) until she was ~10, when she came under his care due to the passing of her beloved mother (Margaret).

Her father was shocked as to her existence and had to put together two and two. Something in him couldn't turn her away so he took her in.

Her stepmother (Agatha) was unfortunately of the Cinderella kind. She was very unhappy about the physical manifestation of her husband's infidelity and therefore shunned Lillian. Her father despite being unable to turn Lillian away, rarely properly parented her and stayed out of conflicts between his daughter and wife.

John and Agatha were Lutheran Christians, dragging Lillian to church until she was 14. As a little girl she liked it but developed a nullness over time, especially with how other church members discussed single mothers and sex workers. She became agnostic over the course of her teens.

She loved playing hockey in her spare time.

Lillian had two half-brothers and though they weren't the closest they helped make her home life more bareable.

Close enough she'd miss them when she finally was able to jump ship at 18.

And wouldn't you know it? She eventually came to Reno.

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Connor during his college years was a frat boy and became overly confident in his approach with women. Therefore when the fraternity were celebrating their graduations/last time officially together, he is *shook* when the most beautiful woman (one of the bartenders) he's ever seen replies to his pick-up line like this-

Connor: Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?

Lillian: Are you calling me Satan?

Considering how Connor.exe was not working she tells him she's just joking, getting no response (or really anything indicating he's alive aside from an occasional blink). One of his buddies comes up teasing him and orders them drinks.

Yet throughout the night he can't stop thinking about her and occasionally glances over, watching her in her rhythm making drinks or wiping down the counter.

A couple days later, he decides to try that new diner (it'd actually been around almost a year but I digress) for breakfast. Lo and behold, Lillian is also a waitress there!

Despite the food or beverages not being his favorite it becomes his routine to go there. Any moment he can get to see this person who has caught his eye like none have before.

Around this time a few of his frat friends want to go have a weekend of fun in Vegas together and contact him. They arrange for the trip and head towards Vegas (Connor of course giving Lillian a heads-up).

Over time, they become good friends and it's now Connor's heart that has been caught as well. He means to ask her out but he keeps getting nervous just like he did with his first crush.

Then tragedy strikes.

They get into a terrible car accident, of which only Connor and one friend barely survive. The latter sadly passes later in the hospital.

When Lillian gets the news her stomach drops and races to figure out which hospital he's at. He's began to mean so much to her. She finally finds him, comatose.

She visits him whenever she can, meeting his family during those visits. Emma absolutely thinks her to be daughter in law material. Shermie does too he's just not vocal about it.

Connor finally reawakes and has to work through some grief (though maybe not all of it?). Lillian is by his side through it all.

When he's recovered the two start dating. Wahoo! They eventually get married! Wahoo! They get a house in Piedmont at some point (maybe an old vacation/summer home Sherman had? Idk)

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Around their early 30s in 1999 they have our favorite anxious boy and sparkly girl!

Emma is very excited for her grandkids and thus when they discover that their twins are boy/girl she releases a crapton of baby announcements. This is how Stan learns of them. He races down to Piedmont the closest weekend and surprises EVERYONE. He had to witness these twins for himself.

Stan becomes attached. He visits often. Him and Lillian actually bond quite a bit due to both having challenge in their pasts. As much as one can when disguised as their brother anyway.

(Shermie finds "Ford's" mannerisms similar to Stan's from what he can remember btw. Stan gives him the excuse of missing his brother. Knowing how the 2 could impersonate each other Shermie nods and moves on, much to Stan's relief)

This is how he ended up being there for the twins' birth.

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I'm still figuring out the circumstances behind their martial issues in 2012.

Anyway regardless of how they got here, filled with emotions they attempt a divorce...only for the both of them to not be able to finish the paperwork. Deep down they still care so deeply for each other, how can they let go of everything they've built? The family they made? Not to mention how distressing it would be for their kids.

So despite their own skeptism with therapy, they're at their wit's end. They decide to try it. After all they could always still divorce if needed, why not give it a go? Turns out it's really good for them and they reconnect. So Dipper and Mabel get to come back to a healthier, happier, more wholesome household ☺️

And now that their parents have been introduced to the importance of therapy, they can get their now traumatized kids help...

They also renew their vows at some point with Mabel being the flower girl and Dipper bearing the rings.

That's pretty much all I have to say on them. I kinda love them a lot 🫶

Questions about these guys are so welcome, like seriously I've grown such an attachment to them.

[jor-elsemissary]

A Pirate’s Life

The sky bled a deep crimson color, the rays of the morning sun casting the ominous sign across distant clouds bode ill for the day, or so the old saying would have had him believe if he had been that superstitious. The salty sea air of the Atlantic was refreshing and did not bring the stink of rotting sea life or signs of the poisonous and odorous algae that often plagued the city’s bay in the summer and made it impossible to fish or swim.

Despite the morning sky’s ill omen, Leonel Luthor felt that today would be a good day.

From his manor overlooking Metropolis, he looked out at the city that was his. Beautiful and striking. The city was new, just slightly older than him by a decade. In the years he had lived he watched it turn from a small coastal town of a few buildings and a small dock to the large bustling city it was now. It was still nothing compared to New York or even the neighboring city Gotham, but it would one day rival those. Perhaps even surpass them in size and wealth.

Metropolis was his city. He helped build it into what it was now. The legitimate businesses he ran brought commerce, and the textiles and dry goods he reacquisitioned from his voyages along the eastern seaboard down to the Caribbean and back insured that there were exotic things to sell.

Everyone in the city knew what he was, even the governor knew and had no qualms in doing business with him. So long as he and his crews didn’t cause too much trouble, and some of the money eventually made it into their pockets too. He could, of course, easily replace the governor and take the city entirely for himself but that would mean dealing with His Majesty’s Royal Navy and the fallout as the wealthier benefactors relocated.

He didn’t want that, so he was content for now, to play the politician and benevolent pirate captain. His crews would stick to Suicide Slums and the docks and keep the more respectable part of the city alone. His children would keep them under control for him and he could quietly work his way into the good graces of the aristocracy and royals.

The less he was seen with his men, the better.

Of course his second oldest thought him foolish to try and become that which he was not. Lucas believed he was walking into the hangman’s noose willingly. It didn’t matter to his son that the influence he acquired from his interactions with the aristocracy allowed them to call Metropolis their home or that the Slums was a haven for pirates.

Then again his son could never grasp the bigger picture. He was too impatient and sought quick schemes and fast stratagems to accomplish his goals. He was too much like his late-grandfather in that regards.

He bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from thinking about Lachlan. The man was a drunk dock worker who couldn’t get a decent job if his life had depended on it, and took out his frustrations on his wife and only son. At least Lucas hadn’t inherited that part of his lineage.

Although he was beginning to question his son’s ability to lead. He had heard whispers of indecisiveness and unwarranted accusations toward members of his crew. He feared the boy may be taking after his late mother though. He would have to evaluate Lucas some time soon and see where he was mentaly.

The last thing he needed was for his son to become deranged and mutinied upon while out in the middle of a voyage. It wasn’t easy to replace a ship and supplies, or even a semi trustworthy crew. Not to mention he’ll have to send either Alexander or Lutessa to go after the mutineers to get back his ship or make an example of them.

Lucas, though, he would miss but no love would be lost upon his demise. He hadn’t wanted the boy to begin with but his mother had thrust her baby upon him and demanded marriage. He took the bastard child and buried the mother at the cemetery in an unmarked grave for murdered whores.

It hadn’t been easy to keep the boy’s existence a secret from Lillian while she still lived. He swore she had her own cadre of spies among his crew but it was more likely the women whom his men had dalliances with that whispered in her ears of the going ons.

He rubbed at his temples as he remembered how she had found out about Lucas. He had tried to pass the boy off as a cabin boy once he was old enough to set foot on a deck. The midwife he had left him with had been trusted not to say a word to anyone about the boy’s father so it had not come from her.

No. One of his men must have figured it out and tattled to a whore or mistress. The night he came back had been unpleasant. He was certain it had contributed to Lillian’s illness in ways that weren’t good for her.

He had slept on The Red Lily that night.

Thinking about his wife dredged up feelings of longing and regret he did not want to acknowledge. There had been so much damage done and not enough said between them to salvage their marriage and relationship. Her last words to him had been a curse.

I hope you dance with Jack Ketch, Leonel. You deserve it.

It had hurt to hear those words from her. He had come to her death bed to apologize and ask for her forgiveness in the way he had mistreated her in the last of her years, and she chose to toss it all into his face by condemning him instead. He had sat beside her dumbstruck and speechless, the rage he had wanted to feel had not come until after she was long gone.

She had hurt him enough that she might as well have spared him the pain by plunging a dagger through his cold, black heart. So he sat there, numb from the rejection and her shallowing breaths until she breathed her last. He left once he was certain she was gone and had not come back even for the funeral.

He ran a hand over his tired face and willed those bitter memories to the back of his mind where they belonged. It had been twelve years since her death and although he had regrets, he was not going to dwell on the what ifs and could have beens. The past was the past for a reason.

His attention was drawn away from the view of the city and his own reminiscing, to the quiet footsteps of a servant approaching him from inside. “M’lord,” the woman addressed respectfully but he could hear a hint of wariness in her voice. He wondered what troubling news she was pressed to deliver to him this morning.

He acknowledged her presence with a slight turn of his head, waiting patiently for her to tell him what was so important that it warranted interrupting his morning for. She must have sensed his mood souring and quickly relayed the message, “Yer eldest has returned from his voyage, m’lord.”

News of Alexander’s return should not have had her wary of delivering it. Something else must be happening then, “I take it from the fact that you’re telling me this, he has not arrived at the manor yet?”

He didn’t need to see her to know she had nodded first before vocalizing her affirmation. “He has sent a messenger in his stead, m’lord. The man brings ill tidings.”

His morning was beginning to reflect the ill omen in the sky.

“Send him in,” he commands when he finally turned to face the servant. She was young and pretty and probably would have captivated any of his men, maybe even his sons, but she wasn’t interesting enough for him to pursue in a flight of fancy. She lacked education and the level intelligence he preferred in his women, therefore she had none of the qualities that attracted him to Lillian or Lucas and Lutessa’s mothers.

She bowed her head in acquiesce and hurried out of his study. A moment later the double, mahogany doors opened once more to admit a short statured, but well seasoned pirate into the luxurious room. He pulled his tricorn from a balding head and stood in the middle with a nervousness that told him that the news this man was bringing him was not going to be pleasant.

He hoped it wasn’t about his son, that something ill had befallen the heir to his little empire.

“Cap’n,” the pirate addressed and he tried to remember the man’s name. “‘Lex sent me with a warnin’.”

So his son was well at least. “Out with it,” he impatiently demanded and the man, Franks he recalled finally, did not flinch at the brusque tone.

“Ships approach the city, sir,” Franks informed and there was a hint of fear and worry in the man’s eyes. “Lots of ‘em. ‘Lex reckons a flotilla of East India ships. Enough to give us cause in defendin’ the port.”

There went his morning.

[prettybillycore]

FOR TOMMY | TWO

Pairing(s): Thomas Shelby x Original Character

Universe: Peaky Blinders / Fantastic Beasts

Summary: Veela and Seer- a powerful combination of traits for one person to have. Edith Lillian Scamander falls in love with a young Thomas Shelby while working in a nurse’s ward during WWI. Will her feelings be requited, or will she be doomed to pine over the man of her dreams for eternity hopelessly?

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 0.8k

Warnings: domestic violence

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It was several days before Lilli received that letter from Tommy, but when it came, her whole demeanor shifted. She had been reading in her study, something she did quite often when the mail arrived. One of the house staff, Martha, knocked quietly on her door. Lilli ushered her inside, casting a dull glaze over her eyes. Martha always collected the mail and passed it out among the members of the Malfoy family. She was the only one in the house that even knew of Tommy’s name. She had no idea who he was, but she dared not breathe his name around Lucretius; she knew that would be a death sentence. She smiled a simple gesture in an attempt to brighten Lilli’s somber expression. Lucretius was home this particular day because the letter arrived on a Sunday. He had been ordering Lilli to wait on him, hand and foot, even though the house was bustling with servants. Lucretius was trying to lull Lilli into submission with his orders and sharp tones. It was partially working as she retreated to her only private space and yet, still found herself to be subdued. Martha felt sorry for Lady Edith Lilli, deeply. She was Lilli’s closest confidant outside of her younger brother, Newt. She knew the struggles that Lilli faced and wished for something better for her. Little did she know, something better was burning a hole in her apron pocket. She pulled the letter out, shaking it lightly in front of Lilli’s face. “Another letter addressed to you, Lady Lilli.”

Lilli didn’t have to read the envelope to know that it was from Tommy, his letters all looked the same from the outside, and the writing was unmistakable. She thanked Martha as the color returned to her face, and her cheeks became rosy. She waited until Martha left the room to read the letter. 

A part of my heart has belonged to you since then, my Lilli.

The words on the page didn’t feel real at first. She knew that she harbored feelings for Tommy, but she had a hard time believing that he held such high feelings for her. Her heart felt like it was going to burst as she continued reading. 

Under her advice, we have both agreed that it would be beneficial for you to depart from your fiance in a timely manner. With Grace's absence, a barmaid vacancy exists in my Pub. I'll have a room waiting for you when you arrive.

She had spent many nights dreaming of a moment like this, a moment where Thomas Shelby was going to sweep her away from her life in London. She never expected it to really happen; even when she received visions of it. She knew that her visions would always come true, but still, she could not bring herself to believe them. Now, the opportunity to leave her life behind was right in front of her; she couldn’t let it slip through her fingers. She couldn’t let Tommy slip through her fingers. 

A vision came before her eyes of Lucretius coming to the door. As soon as it stopped, she quickly moved back to her desk, tucking the letter from Tommy where she kept all his letters, in a locked drawer at the bottom of her desk. The key she wore as a necklace never left her body. She kept her heart tucked away in this draw too. 

She placed herself down in her chair and smoothed out the wrinkles in her dress just as Lucretius opened her door. “I’ve been calling for you from the Library. It’s just down the hall, didn’t you hear me?”

Lilli shrugged her shoulders lazily. “No, sorry, Dove. I did not hear you calling. If I had, I would have come to the library,” her reply was mostly true. 

He made a ‘tsk’ sound with his tongue and the back of his teeth. “Be honest, for once, Edith. You do not care about me and my needs.”

Lilli rolled her eyes. “I have tended to your every need all day. Please forgive me for taking a moment for myself.”

“You are to be my wife; you are supposed to tend to my every need. I should not have to come into your study to find you. Your study is for when you are home alone. If I am home, you should be in my presence,” he scolded. 

“We have servants and housemaids who can tend to your whims. I came to have a few minutes to myself because I do not have time during the week. My work as an Auror fills my days. I need some time to breathe on Sundays,” she sternly replied.

“You know how I feel about you having a job outside of our home. How are you going to take care of our children? Will their needs be ignored much like mine? You only take yourself into consideration with your decisions!” Lilli flinched at the loudness of his voice. That only seemed to anger him more. “Do not recoil from me! You cannot fear me. I am your fiance, your one shining star! I am lifting your family up in the world, and you need to respect me as the head of your household. How dare you quiver in front of me.”

Lilli had no time to react before his hand connected with the soft tissue of her cheek. He used the back of said hand, causing his engagement ring to clash with her supple flesh. She felt a small dripline of blood forming. Violence was not usual from Lucretius, but it was not often aimed at Lilli. He usually took his anger out on the walls of their shared home or the pillows that covered their bed, but he could not contain himself every so often. Silence fell over the pair. They stood in this silence until Lilli decided she was ready to move again. “I will be in our quarters. Do not bother me until the morning.”

“Edith–”

“No. Enough has been done, Lucretius,” she said. Her tone was flat, and the little bit of love she had left in her heart for him was gone. She left the room, clasping her hand around her key necklace tightly. She was leaving for Birmingham, and she was leaving tonight.

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[bunbunwithagun]

Lillian, who is currently cleaning up her bustling tavern: Good afternoon, welcome to the Sin Dri- Oh! Lyna! What brings you in beloved? I thought you never drink?

Lyna takes a deep breath and walks to Lillian and takes her hand, getting down on one knee in front of the whole tavern.

Lyna in a very confident and loving tone: Listen love, we've been dating for over 2 decades and I think it's finally time I asked. Would you be my betroved?

Lillian smiling and putting her hand on Lyna's shoulder, nodding, and her voice shaking: Of course I will. I'm sorry I didn't do this long ago.

The two share a warm embrace in the tavern with the current crowd of people clapping for them.

(Thank you to a friend of mine who did this commission for me)

[isabella-45]

Title: A Miraculous Arrival

Todobakudeku x Oc

Once upon a time, in the bustling city of Musutafu, Todoroki, Bakugo, and Midoriya had found a unique connection with a remarkable woman named Lillian. Their lives were entwined in a complex dance of love, support, and adventure. And now, the time had come for them to embark on a new chapter together—a chapter filled with anticipation, joy, and the miracle of life.

Lillian sat on the couch, her belly rounded with the promise of new life, her radiant smile reflecting the excitement that filled the room. Todoroki, Bakugo, and Midoriya stood around her, their eyes brimming with love and anticipation.

Todoroki placed a gentle hand on Lillian's swollen abdomen. "Our little one is eager to meet the world, it seems."

Bakugo chuckled, a mix of excitement and nerves evident in his voice. "Damn right! Gonna be a tough brat, just like their old man!"

Midoriya joined in, his expression a mix of awe and tenderness. "I can't believe we're going to be dads. It's like a dream come true."

Lillian's eyes sparkled with joy as she reached out to touch each of their faces. "You are all going to be amazing fathers. Our baby is so lucky to have you."

As the days turned into weeks, the anticipation grew. The three heroes-to-be lavished Lillian with love, ensuring her comfort and happiness. They attended every doctor's appointment, relishing in the sound of the baby's heartbeat and watching as the ultrasound revealed a tiny life growing within.

Late one evening, when the moon hung high in the sky, Lillian's contractions began. Todoroki, Bakugo, and Midoriya sprang into action, their training as heroes kicking in as they supported her every step of the way.

Lillian gripped Bakugo's hand tightly, her face etched with determination and pain. "Katsuki, I need you here. Don't let go."

Bakugo's grip tightened in response. "You think I'd abandon you now? Like hell! I'm right here, babe."

Todoroki stood by Lillian's side, wiping the sweat from her brow. "You're doing amazing, Lillian. We're here with you, every step of the way."

Midoriya offered a soothing smile. "You're so strong, Lillian. Just a little bit longer, and our baby will be in our arms."

Hours passed, and finally, the moment arrived—a wail filled the room, signaling the arrival of their precious bundle of joy. Tears of joy streamed down Lillian's face as she held their baby in her arms for the first time.

Bakugo's voice shook with emotion. "Look at that, our baby. We did it, Lillian."

Todoroki's eyes shimmered with pride. "Our little family has grown, and it's the most beautiful sight."

Midoriya's heart swelled with love. "Welcome to the world, our precious miracle."

As they cuddled together, their baby nestled in their arms, the trio of heroes shared a deep bond that extended beyond blood. They were a family now, united by love, and ready to face any challenge that came their way.

In the years that followed, their child would grow up surrounded by unwavering love and support, raised by heroes who would do anything to protect them. Together, they would navigate the joys and trials of parenthood, knowing that their bond was unbreakable.

And so, in the city of Musutafu, a new chapter of love and heroism began, as Todoroki, Bakugo, Midoriya, and Lillian embarked on the adventure of a lifetime—raising a child together, hand in hand.

[kokorowoutsu]

-- JMF: Bonfire Celebrations

The atmosphere was not what any of the Grandcrest crew expected. Joined by some others who got side-tracked in checking out the various stalls in the three that had decided to join late including two family friends; Donovan and Flannery, and a Lucario, Ruko. However, while Grusha went along with his Eevee, Ezio, to join Ruko in looking at the masks to see if he could something for Ezio to wear, the other three stood before the fire and while they noticed many faces around them, each had something different in mind that they had to take care of. Accompanied by a pokemon each in Sylveon, Charizard, and Zoroark, the three split up for now. 

Leon spent the least amount of time where people were quietest, saying his hellos and goodbyes to his father who he had bought the paper-like wrench for, tossing it into the flames. He’d see him again -- after all, death was not the end in his culture. He took a moment to look back at his fiance and her brother for a few moments just to be sure they were alright before departing to find the other members of the entourage with his partner, Bahamut.

Ashe remained near her brother with Lucky, holding the letter in her hand for a few moments before heaving a deep breath in getting to her feet and despite the tears, she threw the letter into the flames and took a moment to make sure it ascended ashes and all into the heavens. Only then did she wipe her tears and turn to her brother, Kianga, who had yet to move, staring at the two letters with his Zoroark sister watching him with a worried expression. Ashe and Kianga were polar opposites when it came to grieving. Ashe ran from her pain and suffered later while Kianga held onto it until it ate every piece of him up, then he recovered for a while, and the process began again. In this, Ashe finally felt a need to step in. It was time to let go.

They could remember and cry when it got to be too much -- but holding onto the pain was going to only make things worse... and so approaching her brother, she took his hand that held the letter addressed to Parker in particular. Kneeling down, she watched her brother with a gentle expression. “... She’s waiting to read it. Let’s go give it to her, yeah?” She’d be with him for this just as Morgan had been with her when her Grandmother had passed. No one had been there for Kianga with Parker’s passing because he hadn’t allowed them to be... and here his sister was pushing her way in as nosey as she was. She wasn’t going anywhere. She would be here.

Swallowing back emotions, he got to his feet and allowed her to lead him to the bonfire while Lucky and Amethyst hung back. Releasing his hand but remaining beside him, the first letter to be tossed into the fire was addressed to his Mother, Lillian. He said nothing but his eyes glistened with the threat to shed tears. Following that after looking at the letter against the intense heat for a bit longer was the letter to Parker. With this one, Ashe went to take his hand as he brought it back, pressing her shoulder against his. He felt like caving and sobbing then and there, but he didn’t allow himself to do so. Not yet, at least.

For a short while, the two siblings stared skyward with Ashe’s arms wrapped around Kianga’s, leaning against him. People hustled and bustled by, but the two paid no mind. It was only when Lucky and Amethyst came to fetch them at Grusha’s call about food that the two shared a look and Ashe took her brother by the hand, leading him away. For now, he’d let her lead and guide him as need be. He was too numb to feel anything tonight anyway. 

[ugakiknight]

Dear Lillian

My best friend, my childhood partner in crime, your ignorance hurts me the most. I don’t know if you remember that conversation we had not too long ago, but I've been carrying its weight ever since. It was a moment when I bared my soul to you, sharing the darkest corners of my life—my struggles with Braedon, my battle with depression. I trusted you with my pain, hoping for understanding, for a comforting word, or even just a reassuring hug. Instead, your response felt like a door slamming shut, leaving me standing alone in the cold. It isn’t that you said anything hurtful; it's that you didn't say anything at all. Your silence echoed louder than any words could have, a void that swallowed my hopes for support whole. In that moment, I felt abandoned, as if my pain were too heavy for you to bear, or perhaps too inconvenient to acknowledge. You pushed aside my cries for help, and in doing so, you pushed me away when I needed you most. It is hard to put into words the hurt I felt, the ache of realizing that the person I thought would stand by me through thick and thin couldn't even hold space for my struggles. It isn’t that I expected you to have all the answers or to solve my problems, but I hoped for listening ear, a compassionate heart, someone who would walk alongside me in the darkness. Instead, I was met with indifference, and that indifference has lingered, casting a shadow over our friendship. My entire life people left me and neglected me and acted as if I didn’t exist. Imagine a wilting flower, parched and unnoticed in a forgotten corner of a vast garden, its petals drooping with the weight of unshed tears. Each day a silent scream echoes within, unheard whispers of longing lost in the cacophony of indifference. Like a shadow in a crowded room, invisible yet present, the soul weathers the storms of neglect, a solitary figure in a world bustling past, untouched by the chill of isolation. Each heartbeat a muted plea for recognition, each breath a silent symphony of unspoken dreams, the essence withers in the shadows of perpetual neglect, a poignant tale of longing left unfulfilled. It has left me questioning the foundation of our bond. I have replayed that conversation in my mind countless times, searching for some sign that maybe I misunderstood, that maybe you were just caught off guard and didn’t know how to respond. I needed you to be my friend in that moment—to hold my hand, to lend an ear, to offer a shoulder to cry on. Instead, I was left feeling more alone than ever.

[demospectator]

The cover illustration by Yangsook Choi for the children’s book Earthquake written by my Aunt Mildred Chan Lee under the name of Milly Lee.

Day of Days: A Girl’s-eye View of San Francisco Chinatown and the 1906 Earthquake and Fire

My late aunt Mildred (a.k.a. “Nimsie”) Chan grew up in a bustling, multi-generational household in San Francisco. Her daily life involved attending Chinese school after her regular classes and communicating predominantly in Cantonese, both at home and within her local community. Her childhood occurred before WW II – before the beginning of the end of Exclusion and segregation – in the tight-knit confines of the Chinatown community.

As a school librarian, Nim noticed a lack of books that reflected her own experiences as a bicultural child. While there were stories about Asia, they often portrayed it as a distant, ancient world, disconnected from modern, and even Chinese American, life. This realization fueled her desire to see more stories that depicted American children, navigating life between two cultures.

After retiring and being actively involved in the American Library Association, among other professional groups, Nim was well-prepared to author her first book, "Earthquake" under the name “Milly Lee.” The story is based on my grandmother's harrowing experiences during the 1906 San Francisco earthquake.

"This morning the earth shook and threw us from our beds. We were not hurt, just stunned." The eight year-old Lily (a.k.a. Lillian) after literally being tossed out of bed by the earthquake in the early morning hours of April 18, 1906. (Illustration by Yangsook Choi for the children’s book, Earthquake, by Milly Lee).

She vividly describes through the childlike eyes of my future grandmother, being awakened by the earthquake, the family’s desperate packing for the flight through a devastated city, and the march west before the onslaught of the ensuing great fire.

My future great grandmother Hee Ching Shee, in the immediate aftermath of the earthquake, packing household items, including a small household shrine to the goddess (Illustration by Yangsook Choi for the children’s book Earthquake written by my aunt under the name of Milly Lee.)

"BaBa hurried out to seek help and returned witha cart and two kinsmen." Family members loaded onto the cart what belongings they could salvage from a ruined Chinatown out to Golden Gate Park during the morning of the Great Earthquake, April 18, 1906.(Illustration by Yangsook Choi for the children’s book, Earthquake, by Milly Lee).

“Up the steep hills, across the city, we pushed and pulled the heavy cart.” (Illustration by Yangsook Choi for the children’s book Earthquake by Milly Lee.)

The book not only offers an engaging historical account but also serves as a poignant homage to the many Chinese who suffered immense losses during the catastrophe.

The Qing-era household shrine or altar of the pioneer family of Hee Hoy (formal name: 許呈輝 (canto: "Heui Ching Fai") which was saved by my great grandmother from the earthquake and fire of 1906 that literally scoured San Francisco Chinatown. (Photograph from the collection of the Chinese Historical Society of America). The figurine is the Goddess of Mercy, Guanyin (觀音; mando: “Guan Yin”; canto: “G(w)un Yum”). As researcher and collector Wong Yuen-Ming observes that the Chinese characters 水月宮 (mando: “shuǐ yuègōng“; canto: “seoi yuht gung“) or “Water Moon Palace” appear in relief on the gold-colored badge placed above the carved wooden alcove for the figurine. The iconography denotes the portable shrine as dedicated to Shuiyue Guanyin (Chinese: 水月觀音; pinyin: Shuǐyuè Guānyīn; canto: “seoi yuht G(w)un Yum“ ) or a “Water-Moon Guanyin.” This traditionally masculine form of Guanyin is often presented as a further manifestation of the Thousand-Armed Guanyin. The religious supplicant invokes the deity for good rebirth, safe childbirth, and enlightenment. The figurine in this artifact appears consistent with the portrayal of Guanyin as a young man or woman. According to scholar Chun-fang Yu, artistic expressions of the Water Moon Guanyin often depict the deity in a relaxed “lalitasana” pose beside a pond or lake with the moon reflected in the water; the moon in the water is a metaphor for the Buddhist tenet of Śūnyatā. Given the devotional popularity of Guanyin in Asian, the Chinese pioneers not surprisingly brought the worship of the Bodhisattva to California, among other deities venerated in southern China.

My grandmother was 8 years old at the time of the great quake and fire, but she never spoke publicly about her experiences. Decades later, and when one of my cousins talked about sleeping in a tent during a family camping trip, my grandmother casually remarked to my Aunt Nim: “I’ve slept in a tent before.”

"Where?" my late Aunt Milly Lee inquired.

"Golden Gate Park, we were there for the earthquake.” The rest, as is often said, remains history and the inspiration for the children’s book, Earthquake.

The protagonist for the children’s book, Earthquake, by Milly Lee. As San Francisco's Hall of Records had been destroyed by quake and firet, a 10 year-old, Lily (a.k.a. Lillian) Hee, sat for this identification photo to accompany a 1908 affidavit (signed by Dr. Minnie Worley) to prove her birth in San Francisco Chinatown as a third-generation Californian.

[April 18, 2024]

The paperback edition of Earthquake may be purchased here.

[wutbju]

John Quentin Wesley, age 93 of Morganfield, KY went home peacefully on Wednesday, May 24, 2023. Quentin believed the promise of eternal life and that Jesus has prepared a home for him in heaven (John 14:2-4). He was born on October 29, 1929 at the very start of the Great Depression. Times were hard. He did not have an official birth certificate until 1964. With God’s grace, he and his 5 siblings endured a rural life in Sturgis, KY.

After graduating from Sturgis High School in 1948, Quentin attended Bob Jones University 1948-1949 in Greenville, SC. After one year, he transferred to Western Kentucky University where he was on the track team. He went on to law school at UK. While in Lexington, he met the love of his life, Hildegarde Taylor from Hardinsburg, KY. They married in 1955 and had 4 children. He served in the United States Air Force from 1954 until his honorable discharge in 1965 as Captain. While based at Wright Patterson, he worked on contracts for the B52 bomber.

Quentin practiced law for 50 years in a bustling office on Court St. across from the courthouse. Mr. Wesley represented the people of his community with honor and compassion. He was dedicated to his beloved community and answered the call to serve. Quentin utilized his popularity and his integrity to serve in many positions. Early in his professional years, he presided as Sturgis Kiwanis club president and served on the Henderson Community advisory board. He served as Morganfield City Attorney for 25 years and Union County Attorney. He represented the U.C. Board of Education for 50 years and the U.C. Water District. Quentin was selected Union County Judge Pro-Tem. In 1968 he was elected to the Kentucky House of Representatives and represented his constituents of the 7th district at the State Capital in Frankfort and served on the Executive Branch Ethics Committee. He was a Commonwealth Attorney. Quentin served on the Tennessee Tombigbee Waterway for 8 years. Mr. Wesley was a Charter Life Fellow of the Kentucky Bar Association.

Through his education, military service, community service, and career, he traveled and collected many friends along the way. He and Hildegarde loved to travel. Their destinations included China and Russia. He and Hildegarde enjoyed driving across the country to see the wonders of this country he so loved; always returning to realize his blessings in Union County. On many occasions he proudly drove around “to look at crops”. Quentin was devoted to his faith. He was an active member of the First Baptist Church in Morganfield, where he led an adult men’s Bible study class for 50 years. In recent years, he helped with children’s vacation Bible school and facilitated the construction of the steeple on the existing sanctuary in Morganfield.

Quentin enjoyed the game of golf and cherished his regular golfing buddies. He planted many of the trees, bushes, and flowers by hand at the Breckinridge Golf Club. He wanted to preserve the course’s beauty for future generations of golfers. Quentin was a fan of all sports. He followed the Union County Braves, UK Wildcats, Oakland Raiders, and the Cincinnati Reds. Uncle Quentin adored all of his nieces and nephews. He kept up with their lives and supported their interests. He was always proud of their many accomplishments. He appreciated that his family frequently came to visit to just catch up on current events and news of family members.

Quentin is preceded in death by his parents, Charles Ray Wesley and Roberta Wynn Wesley; 2 brothers, Bob Wesley and wife Ida and Bo Wesley and wife Lillian; 3 sisters, Mary Cowan and husband Fred, Kas Sprague and husband A.D., and Susie Davis and husband Bob.

Survivors include:

Wife of 68 years: Hildegarde Wesley of Morganfield, KY

2 Sons: Jeffrey Taylor Wesley of Morganfield, KY

John Quentin Wesley and wife Karen of St. Petersburg, FL

2 Daughters: Katherine Virginia “Kassie” DePaiva and husband James of New York, NY

Sara Lincoln Mills and husband Brad of Louisville, KY

5 Grandchildren: Lindsay Woomer and husband Keith

Rachel Mills

Kallie Lobel and husband Jordan

J.Q. DePaiva

Dreams DePaiva

3 Great Grandchildren: Ollie Lobel, Wes Lobel, and John Quentin Woomer

The service will be 2PM Sunday, May 28, 2023 at Whitsell Funeral Home in Morganfield. The burial will be in Pythian Ridge Cemetery in Sturgis. The visitation will be 12 Noon until service time on Sunday at the funeral home. Memorial contributions can be made to the Gideons International, c/o Bob White, 1839 SR 270 East, Sturgis, KY 42459.

[igraphixart]

In the heart of the bustling city lived a remarkable group of women known as the "Sisters of the City." Their shared stories of struggle and resilience transcended generations. Miss Lillian, the eldest, recounted the city's transformation, while Miss Ruby, the historian, spun tales of triumph and tragedy. They gathered on Miss Betty's porch, laughing and sipping sweet tea, embodying the enduring spirit of their beloved city, a testament to the beauty of old souls in a modern world.

more pics at https://pin.it/VfMkAyU

As the sun dipped below the skyline, casting a warm glow on the familiar streets, these sisters continued to watch over the place they had loved for a lifetime, their legacy living in the hearts of those who knew them, a living connection between past and present.

[biglisbonnews]

Lillian H. Smith Toronto Public Library in Toronto, Ontario Opened in 1995, this site was named posthumously in honor of Lillian H. Smith, the British Empire's inaugural children's librarian. The library itself is part of Toronto Public Library (TPL), Canada's largest public library system. During her 40 years with TPL, Smith greatly influenced the city's library system as it exists today, for example introducing story hours for children and establishing staff training programs. In 1927, the library issued Books for Boys and Girls, a reference book edited by Smith that is still used as a guide for libraries within Canada and elsewhere. A remarkable feat for a woman during the Edwardian era, Smith's mark upon the country's public library system has not gone unnoticed. Within the circular building itself, the third and fourth floors host two world-class collections. On the third floor is the Merril Collection of Science Fiction, Speculation & Fantasy. Ascending to the top floor, there is the Osborne Collection of Early Children's Books. This area hosts rotating exhibitions, often topical, showcasing books and other ephemera brought up from Library's archives. Library staff are on hand during open hours to assist with any questions, as well as lockers on the fourth floor while you peruse unique books, magazines, and paintings; all chronologically set out to provide a timeline of the subject's wider cultural influence and development. On your left as you enter the collection, you will find what used to be one (of 200 copies) of the World's Smallest Book, just visible by microscope. You'll need a keen eye—this book is about the size of the tip of a pin. Beside the library is Lillian H. Smith Park, where visitors are welcome to sit for some quiet reflection steps away from the bustling College Street area. The Park has a number of vegetable patches, tended to by a local community group in the warmer seasons. https://www.atlasobscura.com/places/lillian-h-smith-toronto-public-library

[weimarlesbianisms]

My lovely dear wife bustles in our cozy home like a true German Hausfrau, and I work and care for us both, as an active vital husband

 “The Truth About Me”, Faderman, Lillian, and Brigitte Eriksson, eds. Lesbians in Germany: 1890’s-1920’s. 2nd ed. Tallahassee, Fla: Naiad Press, 1990.