#look rocky did something to young me ok??

[zombiejette]

mr. and mrs. tweedy walked so buttwitch and big deal could run

[eternalmarvel]

MK1 - BI HAN X READER ~ REUNION ~

an: ok hi guys lowkey i havent written fanfiction in years so this is my brief return. so feral for bi-han bro got me writing again

anyways please enjoy this story that i cooked up at work instead of doing what i get paid to do 🔥i got really sloppy at the end because this fic ended up being MUCHH longer than what i intended and i lowkey lose the plot bc it was supposed to be much more different

also if you guys have requests send them in i might do them i might not so dont expect too much

ps+ i'm not chinese so if i mischaracterized something pls let me know!! i'm the wrong type of asian to be writing this lmfao

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you returned to the lin kuei outpost hoisted on the shoulders of the neighboring rocky mountains. it was a heavy winter yet, but a meager layer of snow had curtained everything all the same. your breath was heavy as you sighed and looked at the exterior of the stronghold, smoke spilling from your mouth. it had been years since you had been back here, practicing with the lin kuei as only a young woman. you were never an initiate, but your father was a powerful man who had been good friends with the former grandmaster of the lin kuei and wanted to assist them by having you help them out. after a couple of months of training and bonding with all the other lin kuei initiates (as well as the grandmaster's sons), you had left to pursue your responsibilities. you had been burdened with far too many tasks to just remain in one place -- it pained you but you knew you had to leave to do what was required of you. not one for goodbyes (and the fact that if you had to confront the brothers about your departure, you probably would've ended up staying...), you disappeared into the midst of the dark night.

after all with great power comes......

the gates to the stronghold opened and you entered inside. it was difficult being back. how would you approach the brothers? would they still be upset at you for leaving? surely not, considering they let you back in. but what if this is a trap, a ploy to set up a mediation to get you to explain where you were all these years? thousands of thoughts swirled inside your mind but it didn't matter now. you were inside the courtyard now, watching as initiates sparred and practiced with one another. you could begin to feel the influx of raw magical energy as you walked by, prompting you to take a deep breath in and walk with your head held higher. you opened the gates to the interior to see tomas and kuai liang speaking with some of the younger initiates. kuai had his hands crossed behind his back, his eyes stern as ever as he commanded some of the younger warriors to try out a new training exercise. tomas had a small smile on his face, his arms crossed in front of his chest. they didn't notice your arrival and so you quietly walked up to them, with hands behind your back and a shy smile across your face.

tomas was the first to notice you, and his face immediately burst into a smile. "(name)!" he yelled out, excited like a puppy being adopted by an owner for the first time ever. you were originally going to keep this visit somber, but you couldn't help to keep the smile off your face. suddenly a huge urge to hug him overcomes you, and you spread your arms around the nape of his neck, pulling him in. he pats your back, exclaiming:

"i didn't realize you were going to be here so soon!"

you pull away from him, giving him a big smile. "sorry it took me so long. had a lot of stuff to get to."  that smile on your face does not betray your intentions. it's the truth--you really did have a lot to get to. procrastinating and putting off the visit for as long as you did, however, was honestly not your intention.

you see kuai glance at you gently, a fond look washing over him as you peak from over tomas' shoulders.

"c'mon, i know you want in on this too," you say playfully as you beckon kuai over. he smiles kindly as he takes you into his arms.

"it's good to see you again, (name). seems that time's been treating you right," he says with his hands on his hips, admiring your character as he gazes at you from up to down. you can't help but blush, and wave away his comment.

"you guys have grown up a lot too! what have they been feeding you guys?!" you playfully ask. the two of them playfully chuckle, as tomas responds with,  "been drinking my 7 glasses of milk everyday!" you give him a confused look as kuai gives him a side-eye. "pretty sure it's meant to be water, tomas. but i'm glad you're so lactose-affluent," you say playfully with a grin.

kuai takes you softly by the arm and introduces you to the other members. "everyone, this is (name). she used to train with us and it's lucky for us she wasn't officially trained as an initiate or she'd be better than all of us." his compliments cause you to blush and roll your eyes, as you give a humble bow.

"where is bi-han?" you ask, reluctantly. kuai's gaze becomes sterner and yet more cautious.  "he's with some students right now. though i uhh....am not sure how receptive he will be to your....visit." you smile. "don't worry for me, kuai. i can handle the boy i used to beat in our spars." "except he's not a boy now. he's grandmaster of the lin kuei." your eyes fall to the ground. of course he was. their father died just a few years ago and now bi-han had inherited one of arcticka's greatest creations. you look back up and tomas and kuai solemnly.

"sorry i could not attend your father's funeral. i only heard about it just recently and even if i knew about it earlier, i didn't know how you guys would feel about me popping up at his service unannounced."

"you're family, (name). you were then, you still are now. nothing's changed but the time passing," he says tenderly as he rests his hand on your shoulder. you give him a smile in return and nod your head.

"thanks for the sentiment, kuai. but....let's see if your big bro shares the same sentiment."  kuai and tomas share an unsettling look as they take a deep breath in. "you're welcome to try and get through to him. don't blame me if he throws an ice pick at your head."

you roll your eyes playfully. "i'm sure i'll be fine, just tell me where he is."

tomas points to the other side of the stronghold, pointing to the large training room decorated with gold and red lanterns. come to think of it, most of the stronghold was painted with evidence of the Chinese New Year's festivities. you hadn't realized that the new year had encircled so quickly. as you made your way to bi-han, you felt your heart flutter. there was no telling how he would react. what if he actually DID throw an ice pick at your head? the nerves bubbled up in your gut as the cold air outside did nothing further to ease your unrest. as you walked to the large room where bi-han was at, your eyes briskly caught a glance at the remnants of more festivities at the stronghold. you smiled softly to yourself.

at least bi-han cared enough about his initiates to host what looked like some vendors/merchants and games at the stronghold for all of them. this gesture was sweet, almost like a father providing for the children he's adopted. just like his own father, though you didn't dare to say this out loud. this thought process however, had managed to calm you down until you got to the very wide doors to the training room. you took a deep breath in before you quietly opened the doors, peering in to a room with many masked initiates sitting on the floor inside gazing up at bi-han as he fervently explained something.

you moved to the back of the room, carefully moving past the other member to get a good look at bi-han, leaning your shoulder against the wall. a few minutes passed as he wrapped up his lesson, finally catching your eye. for a ninja he wasn't much aware of your presence. but he also hadn't felt your presence in years, and you were aware of that. when his eyes met yours, he didn't look surprised like a person gazing upon a long-dead wraith but rather he looked stunned as to how you even got here. there was anger hidden behind his eyes, but at the same time....

"(name)?" it had been years but you still felt the same way when he called out your name. his voice had gotten deeper and he had changed into a grown man. your eyes explored his stature -- he was taller, his muscles were defined, and a different aura now defined him. he was no longer the softer boy you knew him to be, now he was grandmaster of earth's last defence; of course he was going to be a changed man now.

you smiled cheekily, not knowing how to react. truthfully, you didn't know how you got this far.

"hi, bi-han. i hope i didn't distract you when you were busy teaching," you speak coyly, not wanting the other initiates to overhear your WHOLE conversation. he looks down at you, almost like he's debating what to say next. you take a deep gulp and you scrape away at the skin underneath your nails, causing them to bleed. after what seems like a milennia of consideration, he furrows his brows and briskly walks past you.

you nod your head with a soft smile. you understand why he feels this way but to be honest, you're not sure whether you would've preferred this treatment or having an ice pick gone straight to your dome. the other initiates look on carefully, trying not to invoke their grandmaster's anger. before they can do anything else, they follow their grandmaster out the room.

"don't take it to heart. if you were anyone else, he probably would've frozen you solid. i'm surprised he actually went the mature route."

you turn around to see whose voice those sentences belonged to. your eyes fell upon a man wearing a yellow uniform, similar to kuai's uniform but the colours inversed. his hair is tied up almost in a ponytail and restrained by a yellow bandana across his forehead. he's a good-looking man, but an unfamiliar face.

"i'm sorry, i don't recognize you," you say as you furrow your eyebrows piecing together who this man could be.

"cyrax. i haven't seen you before here either. though kuai said that there may be a guest visiting today." he gives you a small smile and stretches out his hand so you can shake it. you give him a warm yet stern handshake. you take his hand and give him a small shake.

"i was hoping for a warmer reception from him honestly. though it was my fault for thinking he might've reacted the same way i might've towards him."

"eh, he's been cranky for the last few days. still, that makes him not snapping on you all the more interesting. are you familiar to him? personally?"

"oh, ha, no," you wave him away embarrassingly, "i used to train here with the brothers. i'm acquainted with them pretty well. just haven't seen them in years, so...."

"ahh. well, good luck with trying to get sub-zero to warm up to you. you're attempting to do the impossible." he replies with a cheeky grin, before bowing to you and leaving the room. you take a deep breath in, unsure of how you were going to get the grandmaster to liven up a little and talk to you. as the day continued, you found yourself wandering the old halls of the stronghold you used to train in. it was night-time now, and you admired the dark glow on all the new year festival decorations. they shone bright as the gold off of them reflected the moon's light. a little upset at not being able to have the reunion you wanted, you walked out to the terrace surrounding the courtyard, looking down at the dimly lit enclosure. no one was out practicing right now, causing you tp scoff to yourself. when you practiced here you went well into the late night and yet none of these new initiates hold the same respect and regard for hardwork as you did. your mind flashes back to your sparring practices with bi-han. when you both were younger, he could hardly touch you you were so fast. your hits were hard and fast, mirroring bi-han's form but you were just that much quicker. he hated admitting it, but you were just a better fighter -- though your elemental magic couldn't hold a light to his cryomancy.

before your mind wandered off to the unknown, you heard footsteps behind you making their way down the corridor. you turned to see bi-han in a dark blue/black hanfu with a few books in his arms. your breath caught in your throat as you gazed upon him. if he saw you, he was doing a great job at pretending he never did. this didn't matter to you, as you quickly hid behind one of the pillars in the terrace. he had his head down, bad idea. as he came closer to you, you waited for the perfect moment to strike before finally revealing yourself. bi-han didn't react at all and if he did, it was out of pure annoyance.

"no. you're not leaving until we speak."

"are we finished?" he says stoically, before attempting to go around you. "that was enough of us speaking."

flabbergasted, you back up quickly and block his path again.

"bi-han." you say, defeated and exhausted. you didn't come all this way to get dejected and leave without getting proper closure. if you had to move on from him, you wanted to at least clear things up with him before getting on with your life.

"did you not leave the last time? i am simply doing to you what you have done to m-us." he replies matter-of-factly.

"i'm here now aren't i? c'mon now, i know you've been dying to talk to me. i wanted to talk to you all this time!" you say coyly, throwing a playful punch at his meaty arm.

he looks a little upset, or at least his eyes and frown betray him if he was going for a stoic look.

"why now? why after all these years. you might as well return to wherever you came from," he replies lowly and yet it shows that he's hurt. your heart warms a little at the fact that you could've had this much of an impact on him. you nod your head slowly and look into the enclosure beneath you.

"i'm sorry bi-han. you know i had to leave soon. it wasn't going to be forever, even if i wanted for it to be so. and i knew......" you look down, a long distance into the ground, "if i told any of you guys i was leaving i probably wouldn't have ended up leaving." the look on bi-han's face relaxes a bit, but you can still see him holding the stress on his face. there's not much more that you can say. he was right in being upset -- if anyone else abandoned you the way that you did to him or his brothers you'd be livid. the two of you spent months with one another and yet neither of you had confessed your feelings. the tension was palpable and everyone else noticed it too, it was just confusing as to why neither of you acted on your desires. for you, it was the fear of rejection. perhaps it was the same for him as well?

you lean on the terrace on your side, gazing at bi-han. just being near him after all these years was enough of a blessing but something in you wanted more, though you would never publicly admit to this. you stop yourself at first, but then reach for his arm, carefully, almost to not startle him like he's a wild animal at bay for now but at risk of leaving at the first sign of danger. he doesn't retreat, moving his gaze from your face to your arm. you gently get a hold of his forearm, grazing your thumbs against them. he's cold, but retracts the cold from his skin so that it's back to normal temperature. you hold your gaze at his arm, almost too shy to look at his face.

"i think you've missed me all this time."

bi-han scoffs. "not in the slightest."

"then why are you so close to me?"

it's like the act is intuition. he notices how close the two of you are now and apparently his closeness has gone unnoticed because only a mere half foot now separates the two of you. he lets out a small chuckle out of annoyance and shakes his head.

"you still remain as aggravating as ever."

you put your hand on your hip.

"i apologize for upsetting the mighty grandmaster of the lin kuei." you say, coming a little closer and almost closing the already-tiny gap between the two of you.

"that can be rectified." he says, almost flirtatiously. you're a bit taken aback by his frisky comment. you thought he might've actually been offended by your comment but it seems that his playful nature has become unfamiliar to you after all these years. you place your hand gently on his cheek, caressing his cheekbones and acne scars.

"i've missed you, you know," you finally express your true feelings.

bi-han's eyes soften a little.

"i should've been here-with you....i know that i didn't exactly give you much closure bu-," before you can continue on with your tedious apology he fills the space between the two of you and kisses you with a voracious hunger you've never seen before. his nose pushes against yours and you lean into the kiss, slightly moaning. he tries to slide his tongue against you and it's almost as though the two of you are young kids again, sparring. you defend your mouth, refusing to let his tongue inside but he grabs ahold of your other arm, surprising you. taking advantage of your shock, he slips his tongue inside triggering another gentle moan from you. the two of you wrestle with your tongues, exploring the smallest crevices of one another's mouths. years of tension and pressure are finally alleviated with this kiss. you lean in for more, like a child fiending for sugar, but he pulls away to gaze in your eyes.

you take a deep breath -- that workout took a lot of your wind away from you. however, your lips still draw near his, lowkey aching for more.

"i've wanted to do that for so long..." he says, pushing his forehead against yours. "are you planning on leaving again?"

you smile brightly. so the cold-hearted grandmaster did hold a soft spot for you.

"that depends. do you want me to stay?"

he removes his hands from your wrist and brings them up to your face, reciprocating your earlier caresses.

"as long as you don't leave again."

[siremasterlawrence]

Starcrossed Lovers

Starlord is shall we say a space base dumb as fuck but super fit like never ever seen in this universe and in the next because well nobody can be this pathetic and yes even hot idiot. He rocked his best dance move sliding down the rocky area of this long thought abandon planet as the music blast in to the air like a dancing fool he is grooving to the tunes as his booty shakes.Something out of this universe occurs as a whole opens up in the middle of the planet to his amazement as the gigantic formation of rock shooting in to the atmosphere as it is flowing and ascending over his head to his panic.Star Lord freaks out as the shadow descend on to the planet covering him in blockade of black ice, he loses it racing from that same point as he dashes across the area as it is dropping on to the planet.The rock crashes to the ground smashing in to billions of peaces covering the space as he could do it lose it reaching out of his tight jacket, paired with super tight jeans and his signature red hair. The planet began to shake casting him to fall to the ground as he rolled down to the side of the planet, Star Lord rose up to his feet shaking in his place with a ray gun whoIs pointing at me. The beauty is space revolving around him as the air in his technological alien ear pod glitches as the air sucks from his nose and his throat as he begins to fever up falling forward.He collapses unconsciously as his eyes are rolling back in to his eye socket as he begins to turns cold, the light in his eye grows cold, lips turn outer space blue and his body hit the rock elements. Through the dust he lifts up emerging through it all a odd young nerd of man stood tall over Starlord holding him very tight because all he could is stare at his hollow eyes breaking through him and the man wraps his arms in to it and he kisses me slowly.

“Oh Hello Sexy!”

“Are you speaking to me?”

“Who else babe?”

“Who are you ?”

“Starlord”

“Who?”

“Starlord man”

“Ok Starlord “

“How did you land on my planet?”

“I am a ravager to the highest degree”

“Oh you guys who believe trash and such”

“Not so! I mean in a ways “

“Apparently so! Why are you here?”

“On a mission “

“Right! Well I can’t let you do that “

“Look man! I am not in to dudes usually but I can’t fail this”

“Why not chicken shit?”

“Hey! It is not a joke”

“I am dead serious sexy”

“Wait a minute !”

“Yes babe!”

“You think I am sexy”

“Oh God! Stop!”

“Make me babe!”

“Are you human?”

“You figured it out “

“Not to sure why you are shocked”

“Well! Bitch you so blazing hot “

“Do you think I am sexy “

“That bloody song”

“Why don’t you kiss me Star lord “

“Hell yeah! Let’s boogey”

“How old are you ?”

“In my thirties “

“Fuck it! Kiss me already “

“Yes sir!”

Star Lord rolls his eyes as he take a deep with a heavy sigh he approaches me as he

grabs my neck pinning our lips together as we kiss and he begins to swoon unable to swoon.

“Sir Yes Master Lawrence SIr!”

“Sir I love you Sir”

“Let me take you for a ride, a center of a universal journey and like rock your world”

“Welcome to the Harem boi”

“Sir Yes Sir”

“So tell me Master! Do you want to do something a little or a little bad.”

“Bad”

The end

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

Goldenheart choices

1. Pirate or surfer Ambro and mermaid Bal au

2. Tinker fairy bal and human ambro childhood friends au

3. Fae Bal and Hunter ambro, (if you want smut? Top ambro, bottom bal with vines as bondage)

4. Riririkinzi's little mermaid au drabble (angst, fluff, or smut)

Ok so I chose Pirate/Mermaid (movie ver.) And let me tell you this was SO much fun to write!!!! I might continue it into something more long-form on my AO3, is that something anyone is interested in?? Thank you for the request anon! I hope you don't mind all the creative liberties I took ❤️

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Ballister lifted himself up onto the rocks and sang, his brilliant black tail flicking the water beneath. It was the curse of the sirens that they should be forced to sing, forced to lure the sailors who would linger among them, enraptured, until succumbing to starvation on the barren seabanks of their island. The sirens did not wish to see their beloved muses suffer for them, but if any ship was able to resist their call and pass them by, or if any sailor managed to leave their island, they would all dissolve into the salt of the ocean. So he sang with his brothers and sisters, as beautifully as he could, desperate to lure any ship that came within earshot of their island, to preserve his family. Siren voices carry for well over a mile.

Just as usual, the ship crashed on the rocks and the surviving sailors were thrown to the sea below. They would need to retrieve them. Of course it would be easier to just allow the sailors to drown, but just as the sailors were enraptured by the sirens, so too were the sirens captivated by the sailors. It was nice, sometimes, to have their company, but in addition to that, sirens could not reproduce with one another. To keep their island alive, they needed to rescue the humans.

Diving below the sea, Ballister saw what appeared to be the Captain, based on his attire. He was young to be a captain, with blond hair that whipped and floated in the water. Ballister wrapped his arm around him and carried him to the surface, ushering him to the rocky shore.

Canals ran through this island of boulders, allowing the merfolk to interact with their human pets for however long they had. There was some freshwater springs, but no food. Sirens didn't need to eat.

He rested his hand on the Captain's chest and pressed until all the water was out of him. The man coughed and sputtered. He met Ballister's eyes. "You. Were you the one singing, with the beautiful voice?"

Ballister cradled his head and smiled. "I was singing with my brothers and sisters. We each have our own song. They harmonize when we sing together, but each one is a melody on its own."

The captain blinked. "What was your song?"

Ballister opened his mouth to sing softly. The man's eyes widened. "That's it! Your song is the one that I heard!"

Ballister blushed. "You only heard mine? We were all singing."

"I heard the harmony when we got closer. You all sounded lovely. Are you a mermaid? Or a siren?"

"I'm a merman," Ballister said with an annoyed albeit amused lilt. "But I am also a siren. They're the same thing, you know."

"Oh." The man looked over the stones and into the water, his eyes widening as he caught a glimpse of Ballister's tail. "You don't look like you'll try to eat me."

Ballister laughed. "We don't eat sailors! We don't need to eat. We live forever, unless we are killed or captured. I am a Guardian, I protect the island. You seem to be a pirate, but you don't look like you're going to brutally pillage me."

"Heavens no!" The Captain laughed nervously. "We aren't those kinds of pirates. I was the heir to a corrupt, powerful fishing company. They were exploiting their sailors and stealing from the public, so I rounded up some sailors and now we take down their fishing boats. We don't hurt anyone, we recruit those who want to join us and bring the rest home. Anyway, do you all have names?"

Ballister snorted. "Yes, and mine is Ballister."

"My name is Ambrosius. Hello, Ballister." Ballister just smiled and nodded. They weren't supposed to remember the humans' names. It made things too hard.

The siren's eyes widened when a warm hand, with a skin far more textured than his own cupped his face. "Has anyone told you that you are so beautiful, Ballister?"

He blushed and sank a bit deeper into the water. "I am frequently told I have a lovely voice."

"No," said the human-- the Captain-- Ambrosius. "That's not what I mean. Your voice is beautiful, but that's not what I mean. Something about your eyes. You're just the most gorgeous person I've ever seen. Not something I thought I'd ever say washed up on a boulder to a half-fish man, but I mean it."

Ballister laughed, but something inside him twisted. The siren's seductive magic lies solely in his song. He cannot keep a human captivated unless he is singing. He wasn't singing, but this man still looked at him with that look in his beautiful almond eyes.

Ballister had already decided that this human was going to be his. But now, he was starting to feel sure that he didn't want to let this one go.

[sonicasura]

Venom/ Dragon Quest Monsters

What a headache….

Psaro's luck just seemed too hate him some times…

Where the Hell is this place!? How are those steel machines moving so fast?! The buildings are as huge as a castle and are all lit up!!! And… ah forget it. It doesn't matter, Psaro's top priority should be finding a way home. His Zoom spell can't locate home and he only has 10 of his Monster companions with him and items from his world safely in his bag.

Walking around the Street Corner he saw people walking up and down the sidewalks minding there own business. Hmm… Psaro should set up a glamour spell, didn't want too draw too much attention too himself. Doing so Psaro appearance morphed and by morphed I mean his ears were round instead of pointed. With everything set up Psaro began his exploration of this strange new world.

Eddie: Venom! VENOM! Watch were where going here! I don't wanna go flying off the side of a building.

Venom: You worry too much. As long as we are bonded together, their is nothing too fear. I am agile and very tough!

Eddie: Ya ok but still. Hitting the side of a wall is not on the bucket list for me pal.

Venom: What is a bucket list?

Eddie: Why? Why ME!?!?!

Eddie couldn't help but shout as Venom took the wheel on one of there night strolls throughout San Francisco. It had been at least 2 Months since Eddie had broken into the Life Foundation and met the Alien Symbiote who was named Venom. There relationship for the first couple of weeks was very rocky but as they got too know each other it got a bit better. Eddie had been trying too get better with this Full-Form they could take on together. Though this was a night that Venom wanted too go explore more the city. Something that Eddie sort of dreaded as Venom was a maniac behind the wheel.

Eddie felt himself touch down and look over a side of the building slightly thankful that Venom had stopped.

Venom: Eddie! Bad Guys!

Never mind, the situation just got a whole lot worse. The Bad guys were a bunch of street punks around 3 of them who had corned a young teen and were demanding his money and valuables. The Teen for his part looked incredibly unamused at this situation.

Eddie: Venom wait! You are just going too beat them up a bit. NOT bite their heads off!

Venom: BUT EDDIE!!! I'm very hungry and these are bad guys. You said I could eat the heads of bad guys!

Eddie: Ya I said bad guys and I meant seriously bad guys like serial killers. Not some wanna bees Master mind thieves!

As Eddie and Venom squabbled over the punks would be there next lunch a bunch of screaming sound caught there attention.

And much too both of there surprise all the Punks pants had caught on fire!

Psaro: * Thoughts* And so my Headache returns…

A couple of would-be bandits thought that it would be a good idea too try and rob him. Psaro told them quite a few times too piss of and leave him be as he was not in a mood too deal with people like them, but the idiots just laughed and continued there very sad attempt at being scary.

Psaro felt the Capsules in his bag shake with vigor, a signal that his Monsters wanted too come out and beat up the bandits for trying too brashly rob their Lord and friend.

Psaro would have too finish this quickly before Nero came out of his Capsule.

Deciding too end this quickly, Psaro snapped his fingers confusing all the punks for a couple of seconds before each one felt heat on their pants and smelled smoke. They let out a comical combined scream and began too run around and roll on the ground as Psaro took this chance too walk away.

Psaro: Hmmph, nothing but fools.

Though one of the punks did put out the fire on his pants and not taking the hint, got angry and rushed at Psaro with a Metal Bat from behind. Though this was a great mistake as Psaro effortlessly flicked hand backwards, surging with electrical might as a it flew towards the metal Bat and gave a powerful electrocution that had the punk fall too the ground twitching and groaning in pain. This scared the other 2 Punks who grabbed there friend and ran off with them all while calling him a freak.

Psaro walked off rubbing his head in irritation at the whole thing while he had unknowingly gained another follower who was tailing the Prince in curiosity

I'm not surprised that somebody tried to mug Psaro on his first night. Those punks are lucky Nero didn't come out as a massive black dragon is far less nicer than magic. Venom is definitely taking the Prince and Eddie goes along with it.

[littlestar3737]

EXPACIØ

story starts with a 7 foot tall man with no mouth named Choforo holding his axe on his left hand and on his right hand he was holding his daughter April hand she has eyes that can see ghosts, they both were looking for two mens to take revenge on for their past, they found a old haunted lab it looked like a was left behind from a explosive, the father and daughter was looking for a entrance but they found many hole but they didn’t know which one was the right one, until Choforo remember the way.

They both walked through the hall, it smelled like Rats, Sadness, Death and Rages. April was unfazed by the smells or the roiling bodies on the floors, Choforo was worried about his daughter and telling her if she was to go back, “are you sure flower?” Said Choforo worried about the site “yes” answer April “you’re sure because I’m worried, this place was hell when i was here and i don’t want you to see that with your young eyes” Choforo was very worried and thinking about taking her back home, “Father! I said i was fine, I’m not a little girl anymore, anyway I want to get rid from this dumb thing from my eyes and you need to kill the mens who did it!” April was a cold girl who didn’t care about anyone feeling but Choforo was a caring soul who cared about other like a Big Brother.

Choforo stopped at a white roiling Door it smells like a Bar and madness, Choforo opened the Door and looked inside, he saw two men dancing and drinking “OoOoOoOh PrEtTy LiTtLe LaDy WhO cAn SoNGgGg!” Yelled one of the men “SHHHH tHe RaTs CaN hEaR!” Yelled the man “nO tHeY cAn’T, tHeY dOn’T hAvE eArS!” Yelled the men 1 “ yEs ThEy Do, It On ThE bUtT!” Man 2 yelled back, both men were yelling at each other about rats and their ears, April couldn’t hold her laugh anymore and she yelp.

Both men looked at the Door until Choforo walked in to faces the mens, the mens faces were scarred by Choforo “sp-083! Look how much you grown up, you look like your ummm…” said man 1 “YOUR DAD YEAH YOUR DADDY” yelled the men 2 “really… you both are so pathetic by the way my named is Choforo and I’m here to fix my Daughter eyes” said Choforo wanting to go back “DAUGHTER OMG YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER UMM ARE THEY ARE GRANDPAS BECAUSE WE’RE YOUR DADS OMG A STARS WARS MOVEMENT” Yelled men 2 being annoying “Dr. P and Dr. White i need you to fix me and my daughter now!” Said Choforo angered at the fact they were not taking it seriously and he wanted to get it over with and kill them.

“Of course, umm Choforo! We’ll fixes you guys in lightning speed” said Dr. white scared of Choforo because he knew that Choforo can beat them into a meat patty, Dr. White was a man in his 40s who always has a full head of white hair from stress, he’s thin and tall with rose tinted glasses bigger than his face, meanwhile Dr. P was a sassy man with long white hair and gray skin but his eye were a gloomy purple and smell like alcohol, both men were married with each other and the Relationship was rocky. “Ok Ok you want us to fix our mistake from experience we did to you when you were a child and to fix your daughters eyes because you don’t want her to see ghosts, correct?” Said Dr. White “Yes that’s right whitey” respond Choforo “Dad! Its stinks here, I want to get it over with!” Complain April “Geez the kid is a brat” mumbled Dr. P, Choforo throw his axe Dr. P as a threat and Dr. P understood it and back away troubling.

“ let not throw axes in here, the place is already unstable enough” said Dr. White already annoyed with the two “ whatever” mumbled Choforo “Father like Daughter, am I right” said Dr. white jokingly, Dr. P when closer to April to see her Eyes “White pupils I see, very normal with medium these days, I think we can do something else with you guys” said Dr. P “like what?” Said Choforo curiously. “We have a few paranormal activities here and we want to get rid of them, because it’s creeping us out!” Said Dr. White “So you want to use my little flower for a dumb experiment and not fixes HER EYES” yelled Choforo angrily “NO NO nooo Sp- I mean Choforo we want to make a deal, we get our ghost out here and after we fix your daughters eyes” laughed Dr. P nervously, while the men chatted April when and explored the abandoned laboratory she saw a lot of disturbing things, she saw remains of animal and humans everywhere every corner was cover of it, April stopped at the hallway it went into the first door she saw, she entered the room and saw a skeleton hanging from a ceiling with a rope around its neck April thought it was funny “ like a Christmas ornament” April giggled she left the room and went on the next one, the next door was a nursery which each crib there was a skeleton and a nest full with dead baby rats “I hate babies!” April said disgustingly with each door she went inside.

she would complain about the looks and smell of it. “ I thought those men would clean out the place a bit” she mumbled with the very last door of the hallway, this door had a odd smell, April Groom, more curious about the room behind the door she grabbed the knob and twisted it and peaked inside she saw a 6 foot creature it had a body of a maggot but a face of a kitten and the eyes of a goat, April thought it was cute but what you mean closer she backed away because of the smell “ Jesus smells like cigarettes in there!” she yelped the creature hurt and jumped at her, April reacted fast to the creature and ran away screaming “AHHH DADAAA!”

meanwhile, with the men they were chatting about April and what they’re gonna do with her, until Chofor heard something, a scream? he thought he looked around for April and he didn’t see her then he realized that that was April yelling and rush to her aid “APRIL WHERE ARE YOU!” Yelled Choforo running to the hallway “you think she found Gigi?” Said Dr. White “most definitely she did, but I think it wouldn’t eat her” said Dr P drinking his last beer, Choforo was running everywhere looking for April and yelling her name he thought the wrong way his daughter was hurt but death was not a option, on his right he heard April yelling and he ran that direction “APRIL ARE YOU OKAY!” Cried out Choforo “THERE IS A MONSTER DAD!” Cried April finally Choforo found April crying in a corner of an old sleeping rooms “this room…” said Choforo hugging April “I want to go home” said April crying in Choforo shirt “I know flower but it’s too late” said Chofor comforting April “I don’t care about my eyes, I just want to go home!” cried April suddenly they heard the strange creature running through the hallway looking for its prey, suddenly a voice yelled out to stop the creature and they were silenced throughout the hallway Dr. P and Dr. White when are the room that Chofor and April were at.

“I see that you found Gigi” said Dr. P lightning a cigarette “wait is that lil G!?” Yelled Choforo “yup and now she’s our living trashcan” laughed Dr. White, Chofor ran at both men and grab their neck by his hand “ a living trashcan? how about I make you two into a skin jacket!” laughed Chofor then Chofor with his full strength he started choking the man both of them were kicking and crying then April hugged her father‘s leg symbol to stop Choforo I saw this and stopped, dropping both men to the ground

both of them were panting to catch their breath “wow you sure have some arm strength” painted Dr. P “ a gorilla grip” continued Dr. White, Dr P helped Dr. White to get up “okay let’s go to my lad and starts the experience” said Dr. White they agreed and went onto the laboratory, Choforo got a eerie feeling about everything there was too many memories from the past, too much trauma.

I took them five minutes to finally reach the lavatory and the whole way April was complaining “I thought this place was small but it five minutes to go here to there” complain, April “yup I remember when it was longer” responded Chofor “ the building got smaller after dirt explosion” replied Dr. P “ I remember those days like yesterday” said Dr. White remembering the “good times”

“We’re here and oh boy where do we start” giggle Mr. White the whole room was covered in mold and rust and vines there was a hole on the ceiling to see the moonlight a huge bite mark was on the side of the door leading to the freezer “ well we haven’t been here in a while” said Dr. P looking kind of disappointed Chofor went closer to the middle of the room. I saw a metal bed i’m gonna flashback from the past April rush to her father to comfort for him “it’s okay I’m fine flower” said Choforo to make sure that April won’t worry about him “it smells like poop in here” said Dr. P pricing his nose “yeah cuz it’s our poop room” giggled Dr. White, Choforo looked around and the memories were just running in his mind, Choforo almost stared crying for fear but Choforo remember why he was here, why his daughter was here WHY the man were here.

“Dr. White an Dr. P do the experiments and fix my little flower eyes’ said Choforo crying… “Okie doki lollipop let’s do this” said Dr. White, April was a laying on the table she was cold but not scared of the experience or the needles they’re going to put in her eyes but she felt uneasy when she looked at her right because she saw her mother but she knew that she’s fake and that everything is fake the ghost she was seeing since she was young or the memories of her mother everything was fake to her and April thought the man were fake also her farther she didn’t realize that her father touch’s was real so April thought the “experience” was not real, she was just laying on the table, Choforo knew that April thinks everything was fake so he was patient to her like a flower.

While April was going to sleep Dr. white walked to Choforo “hey son I know this is scary for you but I promise everything will work” said Dr. White comforting Choforo “I’m just scared for her cuz of the past, you did experiment on me and I’m scared” said Choforo crying.

“Shh it’s okay i weren’t do the same mistake” said Dr. White then Dr. White nodded to Dr. P to start the process one by one they put needles and cutting April Eyes but this is time they’re were serious their past was haunting them and they wanted to do something right for the last time because they knew that today was their last day on earth and first day to hell so they were very careful with April, After 2 hours the experience was a success and they Dow their head “we’re done Choforo” said Dr.P crying

Dr. White give April to Choforo; Choforo was calmer and knew the next step “we’re sorry’ said Dr. White and Dr. P holding hands “I’m sorry too” said Choforo, finally Choforo killed the man with his axes and both Choforo an April went home “daddy?” Said April to Choforo “shh it’s okay Flower we’re going home”.

THE END

[mikaela-granger]

The Long Wait (Season 2) Chapter 10

La Llorona

Fandom: Grimm

Pairing: Sean Renard/OFC

The Long Wait Masterlist

The next couple of weeks after her night with Sean were great. The couple saw each other as often as possible. More than once, Lorelei found Sean crawling into bed with her on the nights they were too busy to have dinner together. Lorelei was on cloud nine, however it was driving her crazy not being able to gush about her relationship with anyone. More than once, she had almost said something to Katie but stopped herself as a part of her felt that Nick should know she had found her soulmate first. However, considering how rocky things were with Juliette, Lorelei didn’t want to really rub her relationship in his face. Plus, she had no idea how he would react to finding out she was soulmates with his boss. So, she continued to stay silent.

The day before Halloween, Lorelei met up with Carly Kampfer and her father Jarold. It was a day that Lorelei wasn’t working, and Carly finished up at school early. Lorelei entered the café on campus, waving to Katie as she looked around. She had seen a photo of Carly and Jarold with Hank at Hank’s place, so she knew what they looked like. Her and Carly had also been messaging each other since Carly initially reached out. Lorelei spotted them, sitting in the back corner. She placed a coffee order before approaching them.

“Hi, are you Carly and Jarold?”

Father and daughter looked up. “Lorelei?” The young girl asked.

Lorelei nodded. “That’s me. It’s nice to meet you both. May I join you?”

After receiving an affirmative answer, Lorelei sat down opposite them. “Thanks for taking the time to do this.” Jarold said.

“It’s no problem.” Lorelei assured them.

“Hank mentioned you were Detective Burkhardt’s sister. And that you are a Grimm as well.”

Lorelei nodded. “I am, both, that is. I hope that last part is ok.”

“We are learning that not all Grimm are something to be afraid of. Your brother was really helpful in saving Carly.” Jarold said, glancing at his daughter.

“That’s Nick Burkhardt, always saving the day.” Katie piped in as she delivered Lorelei her coffee.

Lorelei introduced them to Katie, explaining that she was also wesen. The pair seemed to be surprised to find another wesen on friendly terms with the Burkhardt siblings. Katie explained how they had helped out the eisbibers and how grateful they all were for it. After Katie returned to work, the trio left with their drinks so Lorelei could show them around. Answering whatever questions they had. Carly was still deciding what she wanted to do, but she was considering psychology or social work. Lorelei offered to introduce her to a friend who was studying psychology and also a wesen.

There was a moment when Carly and Lorelei were alone as Jarold was using the bathroom. “So, how are you going after the whole kidnapping thing?”

Carly sighed. “I still have nightmares sometimes. And, if I thought my dad was overprotective before, it’s gotten worse since.”

“What you went through was traumatic. I read up on the ritual and it did not seem pleasant. Plus, he’s your dad. He is always going to be overprotective. And it makes sense why he would be more so at the moment. Just give him some time.”

Carly nodded as Jarold returned. They left not long after that, with Carly giving Lorelei a big hug and the two making plans to meet up again sometime soon.

As Lorelei returned home, she found herself wondering what kind of dad Sean would be.

As Lorelei left work on Halloween night, she received a call from Nick asking her to meet him at the trailer. She arrived and was surprised when he asked her what she knew about La Llorona.

“Um, why are you asking?”

“We think we have a case where La Llorona is kidnapping and killing children. She has been doing it across the country. We have until midnight to find the children she has taken.”

They hit the books, trying to find something. “Oh man, if this is real, how do you ever sleep?” Hank asked, as he looked through his own book.

Nick looked at him. “Well, you got my back.”

Hank looked up. “Yeah. But whose got mine?”

Nick didn’t really have an answer for that. He returned to the book he was reading. “I wonder how long she’s been doing this?” Lorelei wondered out loud. “Is it just in the US or is it in other place?”

“No clue.” Nick commented. “I think I got something though.”

He moved over to where Hank and Lorelei were sitting. “She got a name?” Hank asked. And surprise surprise, it was…La Llorona. “I thought we didn’t believe in ghosts.”

“We didn’t.” Nick said, sounding unsure. He started reading from the book. “Three children were taken from the village on All Souls of Eve. The men pulled their bodies from the river. All of them drowned.”

“So, she’s got to be a wesen, right?” Hank interrupted.

“No, she’s something else, something our ancestors couldn’t figure out either.” Nick replied.

Hank pointed out an image on the page. “This looks like the symbol Valentina showed us.”

“Yeah. Abrazo del rio. Something about a river, that much I know.”

“I think Abrazo means embrace.” Hank said.

“It translates to hug of the river.” Lorelei told them. “But it still doesn’t make any sense.”

“Well, if she drowns the kids in the river, hell of an embrace.” Hank commented.

Nick continued reading the journal entry. “All these entries are about the same thing, the weeping woman who steals children but none of them know what she is.”

As Nick turned the page, Hank noted an entry dated back to 1519 Veracruz, with multiple translations added. They found an English entry and Hank read it out loud. “Having joined Cortez and his expedition, we have now moved on to Veracruz. This is where I came in contact with the woman in the river. There are many stories of her and the children she has taken. I did not believe them at first, but I set out tonight to find out for sure. If I am right, I will return with her head. If I am wrong, I may not return at all. That’s the last thing he wrote.” He finished, looking up at them. “I guess he never came back.”

“Well, that breeds confidence.” Nick commented.

“So, what are we dealing with, do we have any idea?”

“It doesn’t look like anyone’s been able to figure that out.” Lorelei said.

“No wonder Valentina’s been obsessed with this.” Hank said. “Looks like your ancestors were too.” He sighed. “The FBI has no idea what they’re dealing with. We can’t let them run with this.”

Nick considered it for a moment. “And they’re not going to.” He said, getting up.

Lorelei looked up at him. “We going hunting?”

Lorelei waited in the car while Hank and Nick went to get this Valentina. As they arrived at the car, the radio alerted them to another child abduction. It seemed the third child abduction the complete some kind of symbol that matched the abductions from previous cases. After working out a possible location, they headed off.

“So, you are a Grimm as well?” Valentina asked Lorelei, who nodded. “You are not a cop?”

Lorelei shook her head. “No, I’m a grad student. But I help Nick out from time to time. If anyone asks, I was never here.”

Valentina nodded in understanding.

They pulled into Kelley Point Park and got out of the car. “Where is it?” Valentina asked.

Hank pointed. “About a half a mile down the road.” He said, as they took off in that direction.

As they reached the river, they saw the woman and the three children at the river’s edge, starting to walk in. The four of them took off, running to stop them from entering the river. La Llorona looked in their direction, her face changing. “Mam, don’t do it.” Nick yelled.

“No, no, no!” Valentina shouted.

“Get the kids.” Nick shouted, as he grabbed the woman. Lorelei grabbed one of boys, while Hank and Valentina grabbed the other two.

“Nick!” Hank yelled, as Nick fell into the water with the woman.

Lorelei watched the water. Nick and the woman hadn’t resurfaced. “Nick!” Lorelei screamed, remembering that the last Grimm who had gone looking for the woman did not appear to return. Nick briefly resurfaced before disappearing again. “Nick!” She called again, panic flooding her body.

Eventually, Nick resurfaced again. This time for good. He started returning to the water’s edge. “What happened?” Hank asked.

“I had her Hank. I had her, and then she wasn’t there.” Nick said, looking confused.

“Where is she?” Valentina asked, holding two of the children close to her.

“I don’t know.” Nick admitted, still looking confused.

Valentina checked her watch. “It’s one minute after midnight.”

“Maybe she disappeared because she didn’t accomplish her task.” Lorelei suggested.

At that moment, whatever spell was on the children seemed to break and they started asking questions. They headed back to the precinct, with Lorelei being dropped off close to home to hide her involvement. Lorelei felt a little disappointed she wouldn’t get to see the children reunited with their parents, but it would lead to a lot of questions. As Lorelei was getting ready for bed, she couldn’t help the sense of satisfaction she felt. Helping to save those kids, knowing that they were being returned to their parents. She couldn’t imagine the pain those parents must have felt, not knowing where their child was. At least it had all worked out. Although they still had no idea what La Llorona was. Maybe ghosts were real.

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[chaosverseline]

Memes

When imu first met crocodile (note :crocodile is trans here and was assigned female at birth, he is really a male, but in here he is still a baby)

Imu :okay! 😃Grandma is here! Now where is that baby!

Imu:(Sees baby crocodile) 😍gimme!gimme!gimme! Come on,where is she.where is she.

imu:(sees Edward Newgate) (>:0) yeah, I see you son in law, you’re chopped liver, where is the baby.

Yraif :(hands the baby to imu)

imu: Oh! 🥹 oh!

-five minutes later-

imu: I know you told me not to get you any clothes but….(holds up the armful of shopping bags 🛍) they partially jump in the cart!

-one second later-

imu:(cooing over their first grandchild) oh~! Isn’t she … just… god..

-2 minutes later-

imu: I know you said you have enough enough quilts,but….(pulls out a well done quilt from a box) I crochet them on the way in.

— much time later-

baby crocodile: (baby cries)Waaah— wah!

imu: OK, 😨(panicking) grandma got it,grandma got it 😰

imu:(sees *insert someone *rushing in)

imu: (demon mode)NOBODY ELSE TOUCHES THE KID, GRANDMA GOT IT!🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

* silence *

imu: 😅(calms down)whew, grandma have a little stroke , but I got u now.

—-at the end——-

imu:(to yraif and Edward Newgate) no pressure but… I want another one, make it happen.

—— after god valley——

imu: seriously? You two got 6 ass long years and still no 2nd kid? Then who else I can spoil! Did you two forgot how it works? Newgate , did you put it in the right place? Ah, well, it too late now, I’m taking yriaf with me, yes, young lady , you’re grounded for the next 20 years for this stupid stunt. Pray I didn’t extend it to 70 years.

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You want beer?

imu: yriaf meet your father. I hope you two would get along.

xebec:…. Um…..

xebec: (holds up a beer glass 🍺) you want a beer?

imu:(smacks xebec head) (((ꎤ ✧曲✧)̂—̳͟͞͞o ShE is four! 🤬

xebec: I DONT KNOW! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH HER?! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

imu: this wouldn’t happen if you didn’t left when she still a baby!

[afterwards]

narrator: xebec d rocks slept on the couch that night. Despite the rocky meeting, xebec eventually became a girl dad and charmed his way back into imu’s graces after a round of make up s*x. Which lasted for another 10 years until imu got annoyed with his lack of spousal commitment and xebec being always running off to his ship for another adventure and yeah, the whole I-want-to-take-over-the-world thing.

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Xebec and imu’s red flag

xebec:Hey girl, what's your favorite film?They said

imu: the best movie of all, a masterpiece of art called Human Centipede, Human Centipede(shadowy arms spout from their back)

Xebec: I think that I'm gonna get murdered tonight.

Xebec: I try to get the waiter's attention by blinking in morse code

Imu: (creepy)Why are you blinking so much?

Xebec:(rubbing the corners of his eye)I've got something in my eye

Imu:(shows really sharp fingernails)Here, let me get it out.

xebec:no thank you, I don't wanna die.

Saint elder: (dress up as a waiter and whispering at xebec ear)Bonjour, sir was blinking at me, is this because your date is a freak?

xebec and saint elder:(looks at imu, they are making a figure out of toothpicks and olives, in the chest of the figure is impaled with toothpicks)

Xebec:No

Saint elder:Very good then, bon appétit

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Amateurs

Donquixote Doflamingo : I am the first celestial dragon pirate!

Sir crocodile: I was there before you, you only publicized yourself as a celestial dragon so everyone can kiss your feet!

?: amateurs.

Doflamingo: What was that, punk?!

Yriaf : Amateurs.<——sailed under xebec d rocks as an active crew member undetected for 20 years prior to the god valley incident. A long time before either two amateurs ever came along.

every member of the d clan who are pirates: Hi. <——even though they are not celestial dragons,but they are still related to the nerona clan regardless, as the D clan are all related to imu’s half siblings at one point.

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Five elder stars: we need an army.

imu: I can take on xebec.

elder stars: in a fight right?

imu:……….:)

elder stars: in a fight right??😨

—————-/———pigeon meme——-

imu: (to literally anyone in close proximity to child/grandchildren/great grandchildren ) is this a new in law I need to torture?

[tekeruthechaotictrap]

It has been a long while since I've made a fanfic so um... please enjoy this Lackadaisy fanfiction about my funky lil'OC. If you have any sort of advice on how I could get better I am always happy to hear!

Lament of a Nobody (Chapter 1)

Meeting Mitzi May.

"Yes Rocky. I understand honey, goodbye now."

The beautiful woman walked into her office, whilst attempting to get the needy Rocky away from her for a little while. It was clear from the look on her face that this day was terrible so far. Mitzi May, as always, had her hands full running the Speakeasy left behind by her late husband. Unfortunately, the day would not get any better. Something she'd realise as she walked towards her desk.

"Long day Mrs May?"

An unknown voice would speak from behind Mitzi. When she turned surprised, the fact that this was a stranger was further emphasised as she had seen an unfamiliar face. It belonged to a russian blue cat, one who was short, smooth-faced and young. Saying he was 5'4 would have been a stretch.

"Who are you?" Mitzi would say in her gorgeous southern accent. Subtly reaching for something behind her desk.

"You needn't arm yourself ma'am, I mean no harm."

The Russian Blue would say. Strangely enough he did sound quite reassuring, something about his soft voice combined with his unassuming looks made him seem like he could be trusted. Luckily Mitzi has been in this business for a while and knows even the most unassuming can hide some darkness.

"And how do I know you're telling the truth?"

The young man responds quite quickly.

"I heard you speaking to someone I assume may be an employee. You could always ask them to check me."

Mitzi would raise an eyebrow, still understandably suspicious of the stranger in front of her. She'd stare in silence until saying in a raised voice.

"Rocky, honey! If you're still out there, could you come in?"

Almost immediately, a tabby cat in blue fedora, blazer and pants rushed in.

"Yes Mrs M!" Rocky would say enthusiastically, a wide manic smile (seemingly) permanently on his face.

"Honey, can you check our.... unexpected guest for any weapons?" Mitzi would ask of Rocky.

At this Rocky would turn to the intruder. His smile would falter a bit. Looking somewhat confused. "You mean... the short one with purple pants?" He would ask. "OK then!"

At that moment Mitzi realised she hadn't payed attention to what the mysterious Russian Blue had been wearing. He was wearing a plain white button up shirt and some purple pants, as well as a white fedora with a purple band. Both the sleeves of the shirt and the trouser legs were rolled up, from this Mitzi begun to get some sort of idea of who the stranger could be. It was a far too familiar picture, so poor that they can't afford clothes and have to wear some family member's hand-me-downs instead. This made him even more dangerous in her eyes, some people who are struggling like this will do anything for money. Even being payed by a competitor to take the boss lady down.

As she had been mulling this over, Rocky was patting down the stranger as instructed. "Not a gun, not a dagger, not even a toothpick!"

"Thank you Rocky, you can leave now." Mitzi would reply.

"Are you sure Mrs M? He could still be dangerous."

"Yes Rocky, I am certain I can handle this myself."

Rocky hesitated a bit before leaving as instructed.

"So..." Mitzi would say, motioning for the stranger to take a seat in front of her. He would quickly comply. "What is it you wanted to talk about?"

"I was wondering if I could work for you at your establishment." The young man spoke cordially. But yet again, Mitzi couldn't shake the feeling there was something buried behind that strange politeness. It was there and then that Mitzi took into account the details of the young man's face. Round, one not in this situation may have even called it 'cute', and a small polite smile. However, the eyes are a different story. Turquoise irises glared at the woman, an almost predatory stare. Mitzi recognised those eyes as the eyes of someone who knows exactly what they want, whether what he wants benefits her or not. She it yet to know.

"Honey, you want to work for me?... how old even are you?"

"I recognise that I am of short stature, but I am an adult. I'm 19."

Mitzi would pause, thinking about her next steps carefully.

"You know, this seems pretty... suspicious from my perspective. You show up out of the blue and simply state you want to be employed. How do I know you're not from some, rival Speakeasy who wants to take us down from the inside?"

"Who would want to do that? No offence ma'am but your establishment has been hitting some hard times."

"Well... I don't even know your name!"

"I'm not at liberty to discuss that."

"That's, yet again, very suspicious."

"I understand that-"

"What should I even call you if you don't want to give me your name?"

"John Doe."

There would be a sudden pause as Mitzi looked at John in confusion.

"As in... what doctors call people who's names they don't know?" She'd ask

"Yes."

"OK then, John Doe.... why should I hire you?"

"I am a hardworker, with many skills. I will do whatever job you ask me to. And, I'd be doing it all for free."

Mitzi would look shocked. That last sentence was unexpected, it went against the assumption she had made earlier about John.

"For.... for free?"

"Yes, something tells me you'd be quite happy about that. Your empire is crumbling after all, some free labour must be quite good news for you."

Mitzi would stay silent for a while, mulling everything over. It was clear, whoever was in front of her, was a walking mystery, a talking contradiction.

"I see that you require some time to think. I understand that this must hard to process. I'll be back soon." John would say, getting up and turning around. However before he could take a step he could hear Mrs May's voice.

"Wait!" She'd sigh slightly. She was apprehensive about what she was about to say. "Be at the Little Daisy Café later. 9pm at the latest. Horatio will be infront of the entrance at around 7:30pm waiting for you. Show him the pin I'm about to give you. Go to the speakeasy, get to know the place before I give you your first job."

John would smirk, his fangs on display. He had gotten what he wanted, whether that benefited only him, or the speakeasy as a whole too is yet to be determined. He'd turn back to Mitzi for a moment.

"Thank you ma'am, you won't regret it. Oh and, by the way. You don't need to give me a pin. I already have one."

He'd bring up his shirt collar to reveal that he, indeed, does have the signature lackadaisy club pin. Leaving Mitzi confused once again. Before tipping his fedora and giving a courteous "Farewell" before turning and this time actually leaving.

[xxzineraxx]

What I Wanted To An Extent Vol.1 Chapter 1 Fresh Not Liquid. Part 1

This is part 1

Ananias: "Ok so why did you break it you don't know how much that phone cost?"

Robert: "He doesn't he is immature and thinks that he can get anything he wants since he is young. But when I was 12 and I asked dad for a phone he yelled at me and when I broke things he grounded me" he says as he zips up his jacket

Rocky: "That's not true I am the most mature person you will ever meet"

Robert: "Oh please you don't even touch grass. Nor can you cook" He responds in a joking tone of manner while also being serious

Ananias: "Arguing with your family is unholy and unhuman. Besides you should be focusing on what you will tell your father about your phone being broken. And the fact that you did it on purpose is what will make it worse."

Robert: "The damages look intentional" he says as he leans on the bridge "He is going to know Rocky. Breaking things isn't going to get you what you want"

Rocky: '"I know but....what if we made A lemonade stand we could make enough money off of it so that I can buy another phone just like this one. Dad won't notice "

Robert: "What will it look like? Two fifteen year olds and a twelve year old selling lemonade near the interstate 5?"

Ananias: "Like creativity! Like people with ambition! Like something God would want."

Robert: "You always see the good in things" he sighs "and it is a little bit annoying. Do you ever get mad?"

Ananias: "I'd prefer not to. There is nothing for me to get mad about."

Robert: "Hmm interesting. But what if someone stole your car what would you do?"

Ananias: "I don't have a car but if I did, I would be disappointed but I know that God would work thinks out for me" he responds as he kneels over to tie his shoelaces

A business woman walks up to Ananias her name is Julie

Julie: "Wow your hair is so beautiful young man" she says in awe "Is it real?"

Ananias: He looks up at the lady who appears to be in her mid 30's dressed in a Emerald Green Mylie Kennal dress with a long tan trench coat. "Thank you miss that was very kind of you. And yes it is real" he says as he gets up "My name is Ananias Monsole and this is Robert and Rocky Colton"

Julie: "I'm Julie Sway and I work for Sway Enterprises and you two are absolutely handsome young men. Your son Robert is absolutely gorgeous, very adorable! How old are you young man?" She says as she reaches to shake Rocky's hand

Rocky: "Um... thanks I guess. I'm twelve by the way this is actually my brother not my dad" he says as he shakes her hand

what happens next? Follow for more

[sakurachan7734]

Dangerous bloodline

One off story

Saturn pov

Now I will admit I did like all the luxuries I had growing up private school, nice toys and gadgets, cute clothes but ever since I was young I had to be used as a distraction in order to get said luxuries which is why I have a rocky relationship with my parents because they’re starting to get into their old age and want me to take over their mafia which I don’t wanna I don’t wanna kill for a job I mean sure My job here does involve violence but it’s not on a daily basis fuck I’m surprised I wasn’t orphaned at any point in my childhood because my parents were killed or arrested, lots of people seem to think that being the wife or child of a mafia boss is awesome you’re filthy rich, You get a bunch of vacations and everybody’s terrified of you but let me tell you something At least from my experience It wasn’t awesome I look exactly like my dad which made everybody fear me and they only befriended me out of fear and my life was put on the line at a very young age because I was a distraction for the kidnapping and murderers they will commit because they can’t keep a four-year-old out of whatever they’re doing I would be more happy if they lied about what they were doing for work 

Angela:Judy!

Saturn: what?

Angela: you know it’s rude face when somebody’s talking right? 

Saturn: I know mom sorry why are you at my work?

Angela: I need to talk to you

Saturn: no I’m not going to take over your gang this job is much more safe then yours 

Angela: there is violence in this job too. What are you talking about?

Saturn: yes but it’s not every day and we only use it if everything else didn’t work

Angela: honey me and your father made sure to give you the best you can’t just take over for us?

Saturn: listen mom I’m grateful for everything I had growing up I just hate that you had to drag me into it and just because I enjoyed everything I had doesn’t mean I’m gonna take over. 

Angela:*sigh* you’ll change your mind some day

Saturn: keep dreaming mom

Angela: don’t give me that attitude missy

Saturn: I’m a grown woman I can give you any attitude I want

Angela: honey your father is setting everything up so you could take over once we hit our 70s can you just try it out or at least one day?

Saturn: I know this trick mom you’re gonna convince me to do one day of it and then you’re gonna try to manipulate me into doing more immortal I eventually quit my job here and work with you listen I love you both but get the fuck out of my office

Angela: fine, but I have one more thing. Your father expects you for dinner by the end of the month it’s something very important

Saturn: I swear to God it’s just what you’ve been arguing me about or It’s trying to make me find a husband 

Angela: no it’s not that Just be there OK?

Saturn: fine I will be there

At the end of the month Judy is eating dinner with her parents

Saturn: what do you want to talk to me about?

Patrick: it’s just been so long since we have seen you

saturn: ok well life has been good

Patrick: how has work been going?

Saturn: well I’m not dead yet so it’s going good 

Patrick: seems like you had a good day because you’re not snippy with me 

Saturn: because you and mom are finally starting to chill out on trying to get me to take over the mafia and trying to make me find a husband even though I’ve told you several times I might interested in marriage

Angela: you’ll change your mind and settle down someday 

Saturn: keep dreaming

Patrick: there you go with the attitude again

Saturn: I wonder who I got it from 

Angela: Judy we love you but we are setting up you taking over the mafia 

Saturn:* stand up and slammed her fist on the table* and I told you I don’t want to!! But you seem to not be getting the hint I love you both too but this conversation is over

Saturn leaves the room 

Angela: what are we gonna do with her?

Patrick: we’re not gonna send anybody to kill our own daughter Let’s just give her space and time I know she will change her mind eventually

End of story 

[gatheringbones]

[“All The Animals

Sometime in the winter I say, “Let's go to Puerto Rico." Thinking of the little patch of pasture and a visitor's bunkhouse I'd found the year before, from a two-line ad in the hand-typed stapled “Lesbian Connection." Because how do you travel, a woman alone who can't, won't, doesn't want to hang out at the bar late at night in case a man, or in spite of a man. Some dykes in Michigan had been putting out that newsletter for years, from before I was out as a lesbian.

I am thinking of Leslie and me as “lesbians" until I say, “Let's go!" Then Leslie says OK, sounds OK, won't need a passport to go from the U.S., she doesn't have a passport, and her driver's license is iffy, about to expire, and how to get another with the M to match her who people see, so definitely no passport, but the license is good through next year, OK to travel on, but what about them expecting only “women" if it is one of those “women-only" places for lesbians, but if men go there too, then are the bathrooms coded, will she have to take herself out of “woman" to be able to use the bathroom? When it is just her and me being lesbians?

We don't talk about this all at once, but at some point I write off to the woman who lives there and takes in paying guests at the camp- out pasture and the bunkhouse with the porched kitchen for cooking, and I don't now remember what I said, how did I evenexplain my question? “A very masculine woman"

But the woman writes back and says, no problem, no problem, everyone welcome as they are, and then we are in a bumblebee of a plane propelled from the mainland to Isla de Vieques, La Nena, and then in the rattling straight- shift rental we both know how to drive, bumping uphill over unknown dirt roads in the rapidly- gaining dark, there we are staggering under our borrowed tent we've never set up together, through the unknown weeds and sand out into the pasture with only starlight for our guide, putting our shelter up as if blindfolded, some elaborate survival test that we pass while doubled over laughing, falling into our sleeping bags with our clothes on, then our clothes off, skin to skin, waking up to roosters crowing, heat crowding in on us with the first staring sun. Leslie lying on me, sweating on me, fucking me until I crow with pleasure, and in the middle some huge animal comes snuffling at our edges to see what we are doing. Laughing again.

There is a rain-water, gravity-released cold shower and no gender required anywhere. It's a two-acre paradise, and in the photographs, I have a red hibiscus flower behind my right ear as I smile, and Leslie is smiling on the beach in a bathing t- shirt and shorts, her arms open wide and outstretched to me. We don't go to the luminescent bay at midnight to see the water coruscating with all its tiny beings, but we do go to the west end of the island one midday, and at the edge of the sand there is a tiny pulpo swimming in the rocky shallows, its eight arms busy gathering lunch. So close we could have touched its arms wheeling and whirling.

Then a jeep of men drives up, Leslie hurries me into our rattle- trap and does a three- point getaway in the sand. She is serious about our getting away. They look like Gls off duty looking for something to do, and there we are, available to be done. Who knows who it is they see when they look at us? The island is occupied by the U.S., has been occupied since 1898, and these young white guys are part of an occupying force used to doing whatever they want with whoever is on the island, us or the people who live there or the pulpo in the small, transparent wash of the sea.

Years after us there are waves of demonstrations to fight off the Occupation, the pollution the military leaves behind, the leftover bombs. What we see that day when we drive south to have lunch in Esperanza is graffiti on the sea wall: U.S. Out!

On the way back to our refuge, we see another whitewashed cement wall by the road, with all the animals painted, jumping out of a cerulean blue wheel of constellations, a whale, a dolphin, an eagle, a panther and the wild, wild whirling arms of the little pulpo.”]

minnie bruce pratt, from sinister wisdom issue 122: How Can A Woman Who Is With A Trans Man Call Herself A Lesbian? spring 2024

[takecareluv]

ok! vin and reader are going through a very rocky part of their relationship. they both feel like they are drifting apart since they are both always busy and barely spend time together. so he plans a trip for them both and surprises her by taking them to where they got married🥹

a.n. my first angst... hopefully I did okay! i was planning on continuing it to about when they actually get on the trip but it started to get long so maybe a part two if you guys are interested?! but anyway i hope you like it my lovely anon and it was angsty enough for you haha <3

second chances || vinnie hacker x reader

you and vinnie met when you both moved to the city of angels to pursue your dreams at the young age of eighteen. you quickly fell for each other and have been dating ever since. six years later and you are still together, having been married for one. 

you had the most beautiful wedding in lake como, italy, flying out just a few of your closest friends and family. it truly was a dream, like most of your relationship with vinnie was.

but recently things haven’t been the same. 

you were stuck in the honeymoon phase for quite some time, high on the happiness this new chapter of your life brought you. but of course like always, all good things must come to an end. 

you eventually had to come back down to reality from the fairytale you’d been living in for some time. and that hit you, and your relationship, hard. you had a lot of work to catch up on, as did vinnie. with the expansion of his merch brand moving into stores, the long hours of streaming, along with the strenuous training for yet another box matching that he signed up for much to your dismay, vinnie was the busiest he’d ever been. 

of course you were extremely happy for all that he has accomplished thus far and everything he is continuing to do. however, you weren’t too thrilled about the lack of time he was making to spend with you. you were understanding at first, but when more and more dates started to go missed, homemade meals sat cold on the dining table until the late hours of the night, and you sat alone at restaurants embarrassed that your own husband stood you up, your thoughts began to change. 

when you finally had enough and brought it up to vinnie, he became very dismissive, a side you’ve never seen of your typically loving boy. this lead to multiple arguments that only ever made things worse. 

you tried to let it go, giving him one last chance to prove you wrong and show that he actually cares about your marriage and its future. this night in particular was the anniversary of the day you met six magical years ago. it was a night you would never forget, and you only hoped vinnie wouldn’t forget it either. 

you had a standing reservation at the same restaurant every year to celebrate the milestone. and this year was no different, well besides the fact that is was currently a table for one, and had been for the last hour and a half since you’d arrived solo. 

you couldn’t believe him. he embarrassed you yet again, and you couldn’t help but blame yourself. you had put in so much effort to look beautiful tonight just for him, wearing his favorite dress and everything, yet he didn’t even bother to show up. 

you left the restaurant in tears, and an empty stomach having waited for him to order. how could you be so stupid, you thought.  

when you arrived home, you trudged up the stairs making your way into the bedroom. you swung the door open, coming face to face with a clueless vinnie. “hey, baby. where have you been?” he asked, looking you up and down, “and what are you so dressed up for?” 

“nothing important i guess,” you sighed. 

“well it must have been for you to be this dolled up. it looks like you even got your hair done.” 

“you know what, you’re right vinnie. it was something pretty important, at least to me it was.” you said growing more irritated. 

he was starting to get confused at your words, and did you just call him vinnie? you never use his actual name. he tried to think what could today possibly be? it wasn’t a holiday, and he knew for a fact it wasn’t either of your birthdays. 

“really? can’t come up with anything? here i’ll help you, it was our anniversary vinnie... now do you remember?”

“fuck,” he mumbled. “i'm so sorry, baby. i’ve been so busy with this fight and streaming, and everything just keeps piling up. i'm so sorry. please let me make it up to you.” he begged. 

“it’s fine vinnie. just forget about it, like you already did.” you replied, walking into the bathroom to do your nighttime routine, wanting to go to sleep as soon as possible and forget this entire day ever happened. 

vinnie cursed under his breath as you got into bed without saying anything or giving him your usual goodnight kiss. you didn’t even attempt to argue with him, that's when vinnie knew he royally fucked up. 

-- 

the next morning you opened your eyes only to see an empty spot beside you. the sheets were cold too, he must’ve been gone a while. you promptly checked your phone and saw not one message from him letting you know where he had raced off to so early in the morning. how many more times was he going to disappoint you? 

you decided to not let this get in the way of your day. you were going to treat yourself, on his credit card no less. and your first stop was breakfast. 

meanwhile vinnie had just entered an emergency meeting he ordered for his entire team. not even bothering to say hello, he got straight into business. “guys i need your help. i want to surprise y/n with a trip to where we got married and started our honeymoon. and we need to have it all planned by the end of the day.”

“what’d you do this time, vin? must've been something pretty bad if you got to book a whole trip to italy in one day.” his assistant laughed.

“shut up and get to work. i need you to book the plane tickets. you book the hotel, i want the same suite we spent our first night married in. and i need you to rent out the place we had our wedding. i don’t care how much any of it costs, just get it done and put it on my card.”

and just like that vinnie and his team were put to work for the remainder of the day, getting everything ready. 

--

while vinnie was busy planning this trip unbeknownst to you, you found yourself at the mall after having breakfast at one of the most expensive brunch spots in the city, and getting your nails done with a new set, all thanks to vinnie. 

you continued to hop from place to place, racking up bills on his credit card until you eventually ran out of arms to carry all of the bags. you decided then you had probably done enough damage and it was time to head home. 

what you didn’t expect when you walked through the door was to find your living room filled to the brim of your favorite flowers. everything from tulips to peonies and hydrangeas. you stepped further into the room, examining the flowers utterly confused where they came from. that's when you noticed a card sitting on the table with rose petals in the shape of a heart around it. 

as you began to open it, something fell out onto your lap. holding it up, you realized what they were; plane tickets from los angeles to milan, italy. the same flight you took when you were getting married. 

still confused, you looked up and finally took notice of vinnie standing in the corner looking as nervous as ever. 

“baby i'm so sorry again about last night and all the other nights i missed. i wish i could go back in time and show up for you, but i obviously can’t. the only thing i can do is be there for you now and in the future and prove to you that i still care even though i haven’t acted like it recently. you are the greatest thing that's ever happened to me and i took advantage of that and i'm so extremely sorry. i love you so much, pretty girl. too much as a matter of fact. so i thought to make it up to you we could have a little due over. go back to the place we got married, start fresh. and this time i’ll be the husband you deserve. if you’d let me, of course.”

you didn’t realize you had started to cry until vinnie walked closer and wiped the tears from your eyes. “i'm so sorry i ever made you doubt my love for you. i promise to never do it again.”

“i forgive you,” you said quietly. “so when do we leave?” 

vinnie smiled at your response, thrilled that you were willing to give him a second chance. “tomorrow morning.”

“tomorrow morning??? vinnie are you crazy?! i'm not even packed or anything.”

“that’s okay, baby. we’ll get it done. plus you won't be needing that much clothes anyway,” he smirked, leading you to slap his chest. 

“and don’t think i didn’t see all the charges you put on my card today. i think you'll have plenty of new clothes to bring.” 

“did i ever tell you how much i love you?” you said, batting your eyelashes and mustering up the most innocent look you could. 

“yes but i wouldn’t mind you telling me again…”

[runnning-outof-time]

In the Time of Need | Tommy Shelby x Reader

(gif by @theshelbycurse)

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Both Tommy and (Y/N) have been through the hell of losing the person they cared deeply for. They meet and find themselves married to each other in order to settle a debt left behind in the span of a week. What starts off as a rocky union eventually turns into something beautiful thanks to a tree and the help of their kids.

Warnings: smoking, mentions of character death, arranged marriage, weapons

Word Count: 4016

A/N: I recognize that the beginning of this is rather brash ... but it’s fiction and I didn’t want it to get too long. That being said, I hope you enjoy! :)

I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! - YOUR THOUGHTS & COMMENTS HELP ME WRITE!

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in stories similar to this one!

Two different pairs of men visited (Y/N)'s door on a day that started like any other.

The first pair were dressed in the same type of clothing that her husband would wear to work every day. The solemn looks they wore made (Y/N)'s stomach feel uneasy.

"Can I help you?" she asked, a bit of hesitance present in her voice.

"Are you Mrs. Matthews?" one of the men asked.

"Yes, I am," she nodded.

"Ma'am, I am sorry to inform you that your husband, Louis, had a horrible accident on the floor today," the other broke the news.

"What do you mean, a horrible accident?" (Y/N) questioned, her brows furrowed in confusion.

"I'd rather not disclose what happened. It was rather graphic. He...he didn't survive it, Mrs. Matthews," the man told her, a pained expression on his face.

"No..." she trailed off, her eyes widening as she took in the information. "No...that's not true. He's not dead," it felt like she was starting to spiral now. How could this have happened so fast; out of nowhere?

"I'm sorry, ma'am," the first man offered his condolences.

"Shilling and Sons will handle all of the arrangements," the other assured her, but she wasn't listening. It sounded like they were a million miles away from her at the moment.

"Ok. Ok. Thank you," she stammered out, sending a nod before she began to close the door. The men said nothing and turned on their heels to leave the stoop as she shut the door to the house. She then slid down it to the floor and covered her face with her hands once she was sitting. Only then did she let the tears begin to fall. Thankfully her daughters weren't home at the moment. She had no idea how she'd explain this to them.

Some time later, another knock sounded on the door that she was still leaning up against. She quickly raised her head from her hands and looked around, stunned from the sudden noises. Then she rushed to her feet, thinking that maybe the visitors she'd just had were actually just from a dream and that this was her husband knocking on the door. Unfortunately, she opened the door to see a second pair of men standing across from her.

These two men made her stomach flip. She could tell who they were instantly just by looking at the clothes they wore. They were members of the Peaky Blinders, and although they looked young, the expressions they wore still made her want to cower in the corner. "I'm not Italian and I know nothing of the Italians, please," she immediately began begging, hoping that they were just going around from house to house in search of information. Everyone in Small Heath knew about the war that was going on between the two families. The last thing she needed now was to get caught in the middle of it.

One of the men, who was tall and thin, looked at her with furrowed eyebrows. "The vendetta's finished," he informed her, which made her let out a breath of relief.

"Why are you here then?" she questioned once she realized that she didn't know the reason behind their presence.

"We're here to collect Louis Matthews' debt," the other man, who had a darker complexion, gave her the reason she was looking for.

"His debt?" (Y/N) asked with wide eyes, "I've just been told that he died and you're already here looking for his debt? Are you out of your right mind?!"

"I'm sorry about your loss, ma'am, but we need the money," the man who first spoke stated, keeping his voice low so as to not attract attention.

"I don't have any money. All that we got was what my husband earned, and now we don't even have that."

The two men looked at her before they shared a glance. "You're going to need to come with us," the same man spoke again.

"Come with you?" her words came out as a gasp.

"Yes. Please don't make this harder than it has to be," the other said, his tone growing more strict now.

"I have children who are coming home from school soon. I can't have them come home to an empty house," she tried to find a way out of the situation.

"We won't be that long."

"Why do you even need to do this?" she asked them then, "don't you have people with bigger debts to go find?"

"Your husband's debt was quite large. That's why our boss sent us here as quickly as he did. He needs that money, ma'am."

"Oh I'm sure your boss'll be fine," she couldn't help but scoff at the statement. Not for a second was she going to believe that they needed the money.

"Could you please come with us, ma'am," the one man tried urging her on.

"Before your children get home, and this becomes a much bigger problem," the other added.

(Y/N) looked between the two of them before she let out a sigh and grabbed her coat from the hooks behind the door. "This better be fast," she mumbled, wiping her eyes once more before she followed the two men to wherever it was that they were taking her.

"I don't understand, Mr. Shelby," was the first thing (Y/N) said after he laid out his plan to her.

"You have no other way to repay your late husband's debt. I need someone by my side as I plan to run for Parliament. It looks better for the polls when a man has a family," he explained himself again.

"Surely there must be a way for me to repay it. I...I'll sell my home if I have to," she said as she started racking her brain to think of a way out of the situation she was in.

"And have you and your two daughters living out on the streets of Small Heath?" he raised his eyebrows, tutting before continuing, "I don't think that'd end well for the three of you, love," he shook his head.

"My husband has just died, Mr. Shelby. He's not yet in the ground and you're here suggesting that I marry you to settle the debt he owes. Please try to see why I'm not falling at your feet like every other woman in this city does," she spoke through gritted teeth while trying to hold tears back.

He had no mind to hear what she had to say. His was already made up. "We will be married a week after your husband is buried. You and your daughters will come to live in my home. It is up to you whether they will change their surname or keep their father's. You will change your surname to Shelby," he laid out the plan. (Y/N) just stared at him with her mouth gaped slightly.

"Do you not know what it's like to be in love?" she asked him after a few moments had passed.

Tommy furrowed his eyebrows, her question catching him off guard. He was ready for her to agree to what he was saying and walk away. "Excuse me?" he asked her as he leaned forward in his chair.

"You're speaking to me as if I'm just another one of your men...as if this is just another business agreement. Marriage is not something you just throw around and wander into. It should be a union that is created out of love. So what I would like to know is do you even know what love is? Do you know what it's like to be in love?"

"I've been in love. She was taken from me," Tommy spoke in a low voice after (Y/N) had finished explaining herself. "And this marriage is a business agreement because it is benefiting the both of us. It may not be something that you agree with, or like, but it is the only way for you to settle your debt. You might as well accept it for what it is."

(Y/N) bit her bottom lip and swiped away the tears that had escaped her eyes. She couldn't let him see her cry. She had to let her anger win. "I do not care how you treat me, but you will act like a father towards my daughters. They do not deserve to lose out here because of a stupid debt. Do you understand that?" she told him, essentially laying out her terms of agreement.

"I understand," Tommy nodded his head as he grabbed a cigarette from the tin sitting on the desk. "In return, I am sure that my son will accept you as his mother. You are to treat him as such," he laid out his terms as he lit his cigarette, "but I'm sure you would have either way."

"You have a son?" (Y/N)'s voice was softer now. She hadn't known this information about the cutthroat gangster who ran the city in which she lived.

"I do. He's four," Tommy responded with a nod, tapping off the cigarette’s ash into the ashtray. "He needs a mother."

"I will love him like one," she told him, and in a way, she was agreeing with what he was proposing to her.

Tommy was quick to pick that up. "Then it's settled. We marry in eight days. You will move in right after."

(Y/N) could only nod her head, a silent agreement that she hoped she wouldn't regret.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Thomas Shelby were married eight days later, just as he said they would be. And now they have been married for five months.

It was hard to try to explain to her six year old twin daughters, Isabella and Sofia, that their father had passed. It was even harder to explain to them that, in order to make things better for them — she explained it to them like this instead of telling them that their father owed this man a lot of money, their mother had to marry a new man. Thankfully, they were extremely understanding girls. They just wanted their mother to be happy. And while (Y/N) wasn't quite sure that she was happy, living in Arrow House was certainly much better than the home they had in Small Heath.

Charlie, Tommy's four year old son, was a sweetheart. He was a bit apprehensive to his new family members at first, but he warmed up in no time. He was happy to have two more children in the house to play with.

Tommy, on the other hand, never seemed to be home. And when he was home, he was locked away in his office. Half of (Y/N) wasn't bothered by it. This was a man who she was forced to marry so that his political standing could be boosted. But the other half of her wanted him to be around more. Wanted him to show affection to her. She never really realized how much of a doting husband Louis was to her until he was gone.

(Y/N) was sitting in the front room reading a magazine by herself. It was midday, and all of her wifely duties around the estate had been finished. She'd taken to them rather easily, which surprised her. It felt like ordering the maids in the home around was something that she was made to do.

It was quiet until she heard the yells of her two girls coming her way. "Mum! Mum!" the screams continued and got louder as they came into the room.

(Y/N) immediately sat up straight on the couch as she recognized the urgency in their voices. "What's wrong, girls?" she asked, glancing between the two of them.

"It's Charlie. He's hurt!" Isabella exclaimed with worry evident in her features.

"Charlie?" (Y/N) was standing in a second, "where is he? Is he hurt badly?" she started asking questions, her stomach dropping as she hurried through the halls to the side door of the house.

"He fell out of the tree we were playing in, mum. I don't know if he's hurt bad," Sofia chimed in as the both girls hurried their step to catch up to their mother. (Y/N) had taken off running to the child whose cries were getting louder with each step she took.

"Oh goodness, Charlie," she breathed as she dropped down by his side, "what's happened, love? What hurts?" she asked, her eyes scanning his body for any apparent injuries.

"My knee!" he said through his tears, pointing to his right knee. (Y/N)'s eyes fell to it and was able to see the nasty scrape that started at his knee cap and traveled down to the center of his calf. Along with that, he also had smaller cuts on his forearms and left cheek.

"Girls...one of you please go get some wet rags and ointment. Quickly!" she called to her daughters, and Isabella was the one to take off running first. "We're gonna make it feel better, Charlie. Just hold on a little longer," she told him in a soft voice as she hugged him closer to her chest.

Tommy was in his office when he heard a commotion happening outside. He immediately recognized the cries to be Charlie's, and his switch flipped. He rushed to open the drawer in his desk and grab the handgun that was stashed in there before he stood and hurried out of his office. With Charlie crying like that, he was assuming the worst. It was an automatic at this point.

"Charlie!" he yelled as loud as he could as he got onto the grounds of the estate. Ahead of him was not only the small child, but (Y/N) as well. They were both on the ground and looked to be hunched over. His heart rate quickened. Was (Y/N) hurt too? "Charlie! (Y/N)!" he called out to both of them, running as fast as he could towards them.

Hearing her name being called, (Y/N) glanced towards the house. "We're ok, Tommy!" she called to him as he slowed his steps so that he wouldn't run them over. "We're ok," she repeated, her voice calm as she glanced over to the revolver that was still held in his hand. "Put the gun away, Thomas," she told him, her voice firm, but soft as she locked her eyes with his. She could tell how frantic he was just by looking at him.

It took Tommy a moment before he realized what she'd asked him to do. "Yes," he breathed out as he quickly put it in his waistband behind his back. He made sure it was concealed underneath his waistcoat before his eyes found Sofia, who was staring at him with a fearful expression. "Come here, love. It's ok," he spoke to her softly as he hesitantly reached his arm out to her. She stood still for a second before she stepped into it, allowing him to pull her into his side and set his hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry. Dad was just worried," he told her while taking deep breaths as he tried to calm himself down. "What happened, (Y/N)?" he asked his wife then.

"Charlie fell from the tree. The three of them were playing in it when it happened. It was an accident," she told him as she cradled the boy in her arms. It was almost like she was shielding him from any other harm that could come. Tommy nodded his head, his eyes not leaving the two of them.

"Here are the things, mummy," Isabella ran back to the group with her hands full of the supplies (Y/N) had asked for.

"Thank you, Bella," (Y/N) smiled as she motioned for the girl to drop them on the ground. She then took one of the damp rags and held it to the scrape on Charlie's knee. The boy whimpered and clung tighter to (Y/N)'s shoulders. She didn't let up the pressure she held on it, but instead whispered soft, comforting words to him; letting him know that it was going to be alright.

Tommy stared down at her as she worked. There was something about watching her help his son that ignited something within him. Suddenly he was seeing her in a whole different light. He couldn't quite put his finger on the emotion or feeling that was filling him, but it was one that he surely hadn't felt in a long time.

"It hurts, mummy, it hurts!" Charlie exclaimed as (Y/N) held a rag with a bit of the ointment on it to his cuts.

"I know, love...I know. It'll only hurt for a moment, but it's going to make your cuts feel much better. I promise," she told him, her eyes catching his to show that she was telling the truth. Charlie sniffled a couple times before he nodded his head with his bottom lip jutted out.

"Are you almost finished?" the boy asked as (Y/N) was working on putting the ointment onto the cuts his forearms had.

"Yes. Just a few more," (Y/N) nodded, smiling slightly before she continued. "Ok, Charlie. I've got them all finished," she said a few moments later before she smiled at him.

"Thank you," he whispered, a smile gracing his tear-stained face as he reached up to hug her tightly.

"You're welcome, darling," (Y/N) told him, accepting the hug he was giving her. "How about we go inside and get some bandages?" she suggested once they pulled away.

"Ok," Charlie agreed. He didn't make any move to get up though, and that's when (Y/N) realized that he wanted her to carry him to the house. So she started to try to get up with him in her arms.

"Lemme get 'im, love," Tommy stopped her from moving much more as he stepped from Sofia's side to reach his arms out. "Come here, Charlie," he said to his son, who happily allowed his father to hoist him up into his arms. (Y/N) smiled at Tommy as she stood to her feet, allowing him to walk in front of her as she fell in behind him with Isabella and Sofia at either of her sides.

(Y/N) made sure to place bandages on all of the cuts that Charlie felt he needed them on — which was practically all of them, and he was ready to go back to playing as soon as (Y/N) gave him a kiss on the forehead. This time, however, he wasn't going to be going near any trees.

Tommy watched her bandage the boy up from where he was leaning against the fireplace in the front room. He kept his eyes focused on (Y/N) and what she was doing, and he still had that indescribable feeling coursing through him. Once she was finished and the boy ran out of the room to find his step-siblings, Tommy stepped over to where (Y/N) was sitting. "Thank you for going out there, (Y/N)," he said softly, suddenly feeling the need to thank her for helping with his son.

"There's no need to thank me, Tommy. He's my son," she responded. The way the words rolled off her tongue so nonchalantly made Tommy smile and place his hand on her shoulder. (Y/N) glanced up at him and sent a smile of her own before she placed her hand on top of his. Tommy's eyes snapped to hers as she did that, the look on his face now unreadable. (Y/N) could tell that he wasn't mad at her though. They held each other's gaze for a few moments before Tommy squeezed her shoulder and dropped his hold. He then made his way to the door of the front room so that he could go to his office again.

(Y/N) was still in the front room when Tommy re-entered it later that night.

“Thought you’d be in bed,” he said quietly as he shut the door to the room.

“Not tired yet,” (Y/N) responded, glancing up from her magazine just long enough to see him start to walk over to the couch she was sitting on. She looked over at him again after he sat down next to her with a sigh.

“About earlier today...” he trailed off, clearing his throat as he dropped his head to his hands, “I’m sorry I came out the way I did.”

(Y/N) knew what he was referring to. A slight smile graced her face before she spoke, “it’s ok, Tommy,” she told him in a soft voice, “really.”

“I tend to think the worst when it comes to situations like that,” he continued, not accepting what (Y/N) said. “And I know I probably scared you, and the kids, and I...”

“Tommy,” she cut him off, dropping the magazine so that she could grab hold of his hand and make him look at her. “You do not need to explain yourself to me. Ok? You were worried about your son...about your family,” she stressed to him, her eyes focused on his as she spoke.

Tommy held her gaze as he tried to think of what to say. After a few seconds yielded nothing, he lifted her hand that was connected with his and pressed his lips to her knuckles. (Y/N) couldn’t stop the butterflies from fluttering around her stomach. The half of her that needed his affection clearly coming out now. “I need to be better at us, (Y/N),” he told her then, his eyes still locked on hers.

“What do you mean?” she asked, her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“I haven’t been a good husband to you,” he lamented.

“I told you that you didn’t have to,” she reminded him.

“But I should be,” he fought her statement, “you deserve someone who cares for you and is there for you.”

“Tommy...”

“I’ve decided that I’m going to be that man you deserve,” he cut her off, leaning himself slightly closer to her as he spoke. “You ran right out to my son when he needed you, and I want you to know that I will not hesitate to be there for you if you’re ever in need.”

“That’s very sweet of you to say, Tommy,” she smiled at him, now noticing how close they were. She couldn’t help but glance down at his lips.

“‘S it alright if I kiss you, (Y/N)?” he asked softly after a few moments had passed.

His question made her laugh slightly. “Of course, Tommy. You’re my husband,” she reminded him, smiling as he then leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

This kiss was different from any other they’d shared. Their first, which was at their wedding, was very chaste and really only happened to seal their union. Virtually every other kiss they shared only happened when Tommy was drunk and would come to her after he’d been working. This kiss was pure and felt so real. It just about took (Y/N)’s breath away.

They pulled away moments after and rested their foreheads together. Neither of them said anything as they sat like that, their hands still intertwined from before. There was nothing more to be said...everything was starkly clear now to the both of them.

“Why don’t you come to bed, Mrs. Shelby?” Tommy suggested as he finally pulled back to look at her properly.

“I’d like that, Mr. Shelby,” she smiled as she copied what he called her, then allowing him to help her off of the couch, their hands still conjoined.

Tommy and (Y/N) slept in the same bed for the first time in their five months of marriage that night. They now knew that they could rely on each other wherever they were in a time of need. And that was something they were both very thankful for.

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[dynastymuses]

drew looked at her shocked. clare wouldn't keep eli's son from him, even if drew thought the kid would be better off. there had to be a reason. had eli hurt clare? her son? suddenly and not his place, but he felt very angry.

drew didn't speak, but instead followed clare's eyes to her son, running around and enjoying life. the kid felt familiar, as if he was looking into the past, his past. he was the good looking one in his family but compared to his brother, who was always liked and was very smart, sports was the one place he felt truly free, truly happy. he saw that look on the young child's face. yet there was something else familiar about him.

❝everything ok with tou and eli? i can punch him if you want. never got the chance even though he did hit me❞ he tried to joke, but he was concerned ❝well if you want me to, i will only contact you or your emergency contacts.❞ he looked at adam. ❝has he ever played any sports before?❞ he began to ask the normal questions he would ask parents.

it was silly, to treat someone he had known so well as a stranger, but truthfully they didn't end in the best way. he did not want to get into here, and besides, if her son adam wanted to play sports, he would never deny an innocent child that joy. as he was going over some paperwork he heard dallas coming over ❝just dropping Rocky off, he's excited to be assistant coach❞ he looked at saw clare, and smiled ❝hey clare! oh my god you finally brought adam to meet drew.❞ drew looked at his friend ❝why would it matter if i met adam?❞ he looked at them both, and dallas looked awkward

Clare's lips twisted into a small frown at the sound of his response. It probably wasn't the right thing to say to him, not after how much they had been through together. All the unnecessary pain she had forced Drew to go through when he should have been enjoying his final year of high school.

Clare looked over at her son, doing laps around the diamond. She almost laughed when Drew mentioned Eli. She wasn't sure if she would ever have enough hours in the day to explain her and Eli's current status and the most complicated stage of their relationship. Eli had maybe met Adam once, when he was still very small. But since Adam wasn't Eli's child, he couldn't handle being around Clare's son. Now they mainly hooked up once every couple months whenever he was in town. It was a bit toxic as they always were, but neither she nor Eli could seem to give up the other.

All she could say was, "He doesn't know Eli." She looked back at Drew longingly, her deep blue eyes staring straight into his. A look she had given him so many times during their senior year. She and Drew had built up so much intensity between them and she was now finding that those feelings never went away, settling in the pit of her stomach to give her butterflies.

Clare walked closer to the table and pointed at the form Drew had in front of him. "I don't know if you have Eli's number, but I'd really prefer you contact the people I put on the list if you can't reach me for whatever reason." Her stepbrother, Jake, was the secondary emergency contact and then her mother, Helen. She had always been a highly detail oriented person and she knew that wasn't Drew's strength - at least it hadn't been when she knew him five years ago. Clare let out a small laugh, "Actually, I'm sure Adam would prefer you called Jake over me." She hadn't meant to depend so solidly on Jake, but he was so good with her son and Adam was obsessed with him. She had considered putting Dallas on there as well, Adam's other uncle, whom he adored, but Dallas traveled too frequently to be dependable in an immediate emergency.

[whumpbump]

Baby pt. 3 - Bedtime

Cw: manhandling, drugging via syringe and eye drops

The Whumpers attempted to get Whumpee to take the bottle but as hungry as Whumpee was, they were fearful of what could be in that “special mix.”

“Sweetheart, please, you need to eat something. You probably don’t feel very well because you haven’t eaten in awhile. Babies need their nutrients!” Whumper 1 started off pleading kindly but began to get frustrated with the lack of response of the “baby.”

“Sweetheart,” through gritted teeth, “you’re really going to need to cooperate to stay healthy.”

Whumper 2 led Whumper 1 away as they had a quiet conversation. “I know it’s a rocky start but we can’t let this one go like the last. Let’s get the harness-“ Whumper 2 said as they pulled a breast-feeding harness out of the hall closet, meant for any gender to hold a bottle.

“Ok, ok, that’s a good plan. Would you like to feed the baby or shall I?” Whumper 1 questioned as they both turned to look at Whumpee who was observing quietly. As soon as Whumper 2 held up the harness so Whumpee could see, maintaining eye contact, Whumpee picked up the bottle and began to drink.

“Well that was easier than we thought.” Whumper 2 mused. Whumper 1 wasn’t as amused as they were relieved. They wanted this one to thrive so badly.

“Oh my goodness what a hungry BABY! Good job, honey!” Whumper 1 celebrated with arms open as they crossed the kitchen.

The Whumpers watched their baby eat, until every last drop of what tasted like a fruity protein shake was gone. Ok, it wasn’t actually that bad, but I guess I can’t do a hunger strike without one of these crazies trying to use a goddamn breastfeeding harness on me.

Whumpee was deep in thought as they observed their surroundings. The kitchen was painted a pale purple with green ivy detailing. They knew there was a pantry behind them as that was where Whumper 1 retrieved the powder to make their dinner, and a hall from where they were brought from, from what they could vaguely remember due to the eye drops. While trying to see what was down the hallway, the straps were undone on their chair.

Whumper 2 removed the tray on the chair and Whumpee saw their chance. Zigzagging around Whumper 1’s waiting arms, they took off down the hallway towards what looked like a promising door. Whipping it open, they saw a room of pictures. Other young adults around Whumpee’s age, all dressed in adult-sized children-styled clothing, all looking at the camera in silent pleas for help through their smiles.

Whumpee felt sick. Backing up, they bumped into Whumper 2 as Whumper 1 opened the cap of the dreaded drops again. Sullenly, they allowed themselves to have their head tilted up. Their eyes were already watering out of grief and hopelessness.

Whumper 1 tsked at them. “Honey, calm yourself it’s really not that bad-“ they shushed as they dried Whumpee’s tears to prepare for the incoming drugs. “If you just gave it a chance, this will not be a bad life for you-“ Whumpee began to wail at the prospect of this being their life and giving in to their captors. They already felt themselves losing spark which further terrified them.

“Whumper 2, get a syringe with 10 units, I just want to calm them down a bit,” Whumper 1 whispered. They just needed Whumpee calm enough for the drops. They did not need another escape attempt, and the eye drops had less side effects than the injectable and inhaled medications. They were fond of this one and wanted them comfortable.

Whumpee was spiraling. As they stood there sobbing, they felt Whumper 1 gather them into a hug. Feebly, they tried to wiggle out but froze when they felt the unmistakable pinch of a needle in their upper arm. They began to cry harder and the hug tightened but then, Whumpee couldn’t cry anymore. “Wha- wha-wha’d-“ “That’s enough now. No speaking. Look at me, dear, let’s dry those eyes,” Whumper 1 softly said as they dried Whumpee’s eyes once more in preparation for the drops.

Nodding at Whumper 2, who took over holding up Whumpee by wrapping a stabilizing arm under Whumpee’s arms around their midsection, used their other hand to tilt Whumpee’s head up.

Looking up miserably, Whumpee accepted the drops and allowed themselves to slip away as they fully relied on Whumper 2 to keep them from collapsing.

“Time for bed, little one. Feeling sleepy?” Whumper 2 whispered in Whumpee’s ear. “Hhng.” Whumpee managed to whisper once more before falling into the blackness.

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