#mel makes wallpapers

[teleportationmagic]

would love to hear more of your mel thoughts!! if you ever post that meta analysis, please tag me on it! :D

The meta piece is more or less written, it just needs to be edited, but unfortunately I hate editingggggggggggg

But irregardless! Something about Mel that I find fun is that the question of what to do with power is so central to the Jayce/Viktor debate - Jayce is basically being led around by the tail half the time because he doesn't know how to navigate the power he currently has.

However, Mel has power. Power she knows how to use, even. It's just that she has no goals, no motivations, beyond her own personal enrichment. Again, she doesn't *want* to hurt people - I would even go so far as to say that if she was presented an opportunity to enrich herself at the direct cost of people's lives, she probably wouldn't take it - but she also has no stake in making the system better. When presented with the fact that she is the richest person in Piltover, that doesn't spark in her any sense of communal responsibility, instead flowing back into her own person insecurity and desire for expansion ("You don't mean the poorest Medarda")

I think that comes in part because she's become effectively insulated from morality as a consequence. We see this in the way she tempted Jayce - whereas he has to compromise his morals, for her this kind of manoeuvring is seen as natural and easy. It is, effectively, morally neutral to her, because it has become a part of her wallpaper. It is Jayce that instead sparks in her this interest in people as more than just pieces in a game she's trying to win.

And I might be going out on a limb here, but there's two interesting lines that she says whole we see her softening. First, "The Medardas only ever take from the world, we're not often in the position to give back". Second "We can't change what the world has in store for us, but we don't have to face it alone."

There's a strange disempowerment that she's doing, both to herself, and her family, and this is something that she takes as given. There's a notion that she has no ability to authour the world around her - the world is as it is, and the best you can do is prosper within it. And this, maybe, would make sense, if she wasn't the richest people in the city. Again, it points to a fundamental belief that there is nothing she can do about the world, despite all the material circumstances proving that she absolutely can, and may in fact be the person most able to do that. What a joy, then, that she choses to avert what would be further suffering brought to a city, to finally use her power in making the world better. What a bitter irony, that she is then made correct, as chaos incarnate makes that path impossible to follow, plunging Piltover and Zaun into even more violence.

[totheseok]

i made you something 🙂‍↕️

omg its absolutely gorgeous

THANK YOU MEL

should i make a phone screen wallpaper out of different people writing boobies on a black background

[saleintothe90s]

487. The Dunkin Donuts Post

There's just something that comforts me about 80s and 90s Dunkin' Donuts. Dunkin is kind of a joke around where I live, unfortunately. It's always hit or miss - mostly miss.

(source)

Maybe 'cuz Fred the Baker from the commercials isn't up at 4am making the donuts fresh anymore, who knows. He retired in 1997.

Hey look, it's a real Fred the Baker from 1993. Steve O'Brien would wake up at 2am!

Lots to unpack here:

-that Dunkin wallpaper!

-Dunkin used to be a place where you would sit at a counter and chill. Here's a video of one in Massachusetts in the early 80s.

-I wonder what Mel Gee's wife really thought about him going right back to Dunkin after dinner instead of staying with her?

-I miss chicken salad and tuna salad sandwiches at Dunkin! I only had one once or twice at the Dunkin near my house that was barely a Dunkin, but they were heavenly.

-I wanted to know if just maybe this Dunkin was still open. There are two Dunkins on Orange Avenue in Orlando. There was one that looked way too new, and then there was this one:

(2007)

Is this the one?!

Mel and his friends couldn't smoke in most Dunkin's after 1995 though.

Thankfully Mel didn't hang out at one of the stores that recorded conversations! Dunkin said heck no and shut it down.

Mel and his friends also didn't eat bagels back then either. Dunkin didn't get bagels in all its locations until around 1996! Back then they had 12 varieties! They usually only have two or three vanities at the ones near me.

I bet Mel got his girl one of these for Christmas. Notice that separate round disc. You affixed that to your dash with the included sticky stuff, and slid your cup into the disc. Life before cupholders.

Dunkin became hip to hang out at in the Philippines .

Unfortunately this Exxon franchise in Memphis flew too close to the sun too early in 1990, and their venture serving Dunkin at their stations fell flat within five years. I like Janice's uniform.

On that note, I remember the DD's in the convenience stores at the Air Force base (PX?) always had the most saddest driest munchkins.

Wait, Dunkin owned some Chili's?! According to a Boston Magazine story the investment "sent stocks into a spiral". 1

Does anybody remember the Kaluha coolatta?

I read this wrong at first, and thought that someone shaped a munchkin to look like a shaft, not someone arranged munchkins to look like a Weiner and balls. I think Sandra was just seeing stuff.

David's Dunkin Customer Complaint site even has a wikipedia page. Here is the 1998 archive.

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1.Storrs, Francis. “Dunkin’ Donuts Run: An Oral History and Love Story.” Boston Magazine (blog), August 30, 2010. https://web.archive.org/web/20180313174853/https://www.bostonmagazine.com/2010/08/30/dunkins-run-a-love-story/

[nullbutler]

I finished the video and noticed this one was missing:

This one is an edited wallpaper version found online bc I couldn't find the original one but Ciel and Lizzie ARE from a covet (I think for St.Valentine?) And I need you and Mel to rank this fit + the Smile one for the sake of my sanity. Personally I find the biscuit Eyepatch such a cute fricking detail and they're both slaying but I dunno what to think about o!Ciel's fit as a whole. Really liking Lizzie's tho!

thanks for the ask!! feel free to send any more outfits that didnt get the chance to make it in the video!

[bitterseadrop-a]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍

what’s your phone wallpaper : my late cat !! i miss him dearly :(

last song you listened to : nymphology by mel/anie mart/inez ,, banger song fr

currently reading : ur tryna make me choose one book? yeah no, i kinda can't stick to just one lmao. i have three books that i'm reading currently ; elektra by jennifer saint, six of crows by leigh bardugo & before the coffee gets cold by toshikazu kawaguchi

last movie : gotg3 !! absolutely loved it

last show : mmm i started watching tri/gun ,, i can't find the time to read books nor watch shows lately sobs

what are you wearing right now : a tshirt + a thin jacket and black jeans ,, it's getting pretty warm here yet i still get cold easily lmao

piercings / tattoos? : no tattoos but i have lobe piercings on both sides

glasses ? contacts? : glasses! i had disposable contacts for a while for lab work, though i prefer glasses

last thing you ate? : schnitzel bread roll .... is it obvious where i'm from now LMAODFKJDS

favorite color(s) : purples & blues , it may be evident by milou's colour palette whoops. i adore shades of red/orange/yellow as well tho

current obsession : caffeine without a doubt 

do you have a crush right now? : no i only need my cat to be happy (that's a lie. i have a crush on serin.)

favourite fictional character : GOD BUCKLE UP BUTTERCUP .... i'm just gonna list off the top of my head bc it's LONG. / kafka, hsr / jing yuan, hsr / shinya hiiragi, ons / michael kaiser, bllk / alhaitham, gi / yae miko, gi / jouno saigiku, bsd / kouyou ozaki, bsd / ango sakaguchi, bsd / leon kennedy, re / lucifer, obm / satan, obm / mammon, obm / simeon, obm / yuuta, jjk / bishamon, noragami / chifuyu, tr / rindou, tr

thank u for the tags @astrawish & @thornicidxs mwuah tagging anyone who hasn't done this yet adkjfghsdfj

[elemental-aer]

Louis Wain Appreciation!

Appreciation for the amazing artist that Louis Wain (1860-1939) was.

Cats, the man was fascinated by cats! (and I love cats, mainly my sweet Mel!)

The man is the epitome of failed artist, who make me sad, but his passion for art, and gorgeous technique, will never be forgotten!

[my new cellphone wallpaper, this black boi give me so much joy!]

To everyone who has time, visit his Wikipedia (and fonts of course) page, his biography is almost as a soap opera of disaster, but it's a good read (there's a new movie about him too!).

[monstermaster13]

Corey and Oats in...

The Nightmare of Magicland.

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Everyone's favorite duo seemed to get into all sorts of odd adventures but they didn't mind, in their recent adventure with the weird hypnotist they used a dream elevator to take them to a realm where there is a nocturnal carnival inhabited by monsters, however one recurring dream Mel had needed to be explored in order to gain a better understanding of it, that place was an abandoned theme park, a place known as Magic-Land..

Oats knew what to do as he got out a key from the magic bedbox and used it to open a door which gave the duo access to the dream elevator, as they walked through the wall and into the building where the dream elevator was, upon reaching the dream elevator they got in with Mel.

“Which floor is this theme park located on?”

Corey looked over at the buttons and pressed the going up button which took the elevator up and down and all the way to the zone…’Here we go, to Magicland.’ Oats took notes as the duo walked out of the elevator with Mel and took a look around.

The theme park they had arrived in was Magicland, a theme park that used to be popular with kids, adults and kids at heart in general, decked out with a fairytale theme to it. There were numerous different areas of the park including a fairy village, lots of mushroom houses and animatronic unicorns.

Oats felt uneasy as he looked around at the park, the park was derelict and some of the attractions looked like they were broken down, some of the animatronics were still working but had seen better days, and the anthro unicorn family that greeted riders on the unicorn boat ride now looked like they had been through an an apocalyptic makeover.

Corey saw a few of the playground items like the flower swings and the bouncy rideable unicorns and the unicorn kiddie ride, they looked like they hadn’t held up under the weather. Some of the mushroom houses which looked flinstonian, looked like they were having paint chipping off of them.

The duo walked through all the different sections of the park, and they felt like it wasn’t very safe, as they felt like the park was cursed. Several years ago, the park had been so colorful and beautiful but now it was anything but beautiful. ‘Mommy, this is a place of nightmares.’ ‘Oats is right, while a long time ago I would liked to go here….now I want to run away from it.’

Just then what appeared to be mutant plant-creatures and undead creatures akin to the deadites of the Evil Dead franchise emerged and started to attack the two, but Corey bravely fought them off with some items he picked up from the gift stand.

Oats whinnied and galloped as he tried to avoid the living animatronic unicorn family, dodging them as they attempted to swipe at him. The creatures seemed to want to hunt for the two of them but Mel helped keep them at bay.

The demonic looking unicorn family and some rather psychotic animatronics all tried to have a swipe at them, Oats panicked before putting his makeup on and hiding in one of the women’s bathroom. ‘Don’t mind me girls, I am just hiding.’ He explained.

He looked over in the mirror, and he looked at all the art-work on the wall. The artwork and rainbow themed wallpaper had remain intact all these years. He hid in one of them stalls and he called for help.

Just then…he saw something emerging from one of the toilets, a rather possessed looking fish-woman, he screamed but he was able to fight her off before running out of the bathroom and meeting back up with Corey who was fighting off some of the possessed looking fairy dancers…’We should tell mommy about this.’

Oats and Corey headed over to one of the still operating hotels to go and hide in along with Mel, they fought off possessed plant-people as they walked up the stairs and into the bedroom.

Getting into the bedroom they barricaded up the doors to make sure no monsters would get in, they set up a battle strategy to make sure the other creatures wouldn’t get to them. Oats didn’t want to be separate from Corey as he felt he would get lost and he didn’t want that either, he held the covid microbe closely.

They did a pretty good fending off the creatures…that is until one of the animatronics…a large humanoid unicorn one began to barge into the window and break through it, which frightened Oats, Oats attempted to scream but his screams came out as a hoarse whisper…’Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!’

Oats realized that this happened to him in his nightmares a lot, not being able to scream for help, but he realized there was one thing he could do…he breathed in and out and puffed out his chest, deciding it was time to face his nightmare once and for all. ‘Alright, i’m going to try screaming again!’

He decided to try screaming again…and this time they actually sounded like a scream…’MOMMY! MOMMY! HEEEELP! HEEEEELP!’ Corey also screamed and added..’Yeah this is horrifying, I don’t want our adventure to end like this!’, which caught Mel’s attention.

Mel used her superhuman strength to grab a few of the chairs and through them at the animatronic unicorn before going behind them and dismantling them, Corey and Oats fought off more creatures.

The lovable horse had finally found his courage as he used his beauty kit bag as a weapon on some of the animatronics, knocking them down as he posed and did ballet moves. Oats whinnied and then performed a spinning kick which knocked down a platform which knocked all of the other creatures onto the ground.

Oats and Corey and Mel went downstairs and made some impromptu survival gear out of leftover merchandise from the gift stands, and they fought off the remaining animatronics before running through the lobby of the hotel and running out of the hotel.

Mel fought off the last lot of remaining fairy folk dancers and creatures in general before she used a trolley to mow down the very last ones with Oats and Corey riding in the trolley. ‘Now THIS is fun.’ ‘Oh yes, yes.’

Oats looked over at the unicorn family animatronics…’You guys were so cute, but now you’re scary and I don’t want to play with you…but instead, how about playing with this?’ He pulled out some clippers from his beauty kit bag and used them to tie the unicorn family together, causing them to trip on some wires and get electrocuted. He used the clippers to disconnect some of the machines.

“I am so proud of you.”

“Really, mommy?”

“Yes, Oats…you are a scream queen.”

“Yaaaay! That’s one of my dream types of roles..”

Oats trotted around for a few seconds before putting away his clippers and makeup brushes. ‘I never leave home without my favorite beauty bag.’ ‘You were amazing, and you overcame your fear too.’

“I know now why you were afraid of this place.”

“Yeah, this place looks nightmarish. Not like the paradise it once was.”

The duo looked over at the exit along with Mel and they jumped into, going through a tunnel and landing back at where they had started from, the terror was over. ‘Phew, that sure was a nightmare.’ ‘I agree…but i’m glad we survived it and worked our way through it together.’

“Come on, let’s go home.”

“Good idea.”

The duo and Mel left Magicland and headed all the way back to where the dream elevator was, the two of them got inside the dream elevator and pressed the down button which took them all the way back to the bottom floor of the building, when the elevator stopped they left the elevator and walked out of the building, glad that their nightmarish experience was over.

The three of them went down the passageway which took them all the way back to their bedroom in Nile Road, Oats adjusted his dress as he walked around and hugged his little brother. Corey went to tell the other microbes about their adventure.

Corey and Oats gathered in the lounge for afternoon tea, and an hour later they had dinner followed by a few fun game sessions, and Oats emailed Jill about his adventure and about how brave he was and how he fought off hordes of creatures, and they had a karaoke session, after the session was over they went into the bedroom and relaxed before getting ready for bed.

Oats put on his fluffy pink night-gown and socks, while Corey put on his bat night-shirt and pants. The duo picked a friend to snuggle up with them as they got into bed, Mel got into bed as well and told them that she was proud of them for what they had done.

As the duo snuggled up with Mel in bed, they drifted off and relaxed..having sweet dreams and no longer with any sleep troubles or nightmares.

And thus their adventure had come to an end….for now at least but there are more adventures coming up including ‘A Magical Webkinz Day’ ‘Big Trouble In Little Pleasantville: A Big Wolf On Campus Adventure’ ‘Sweetest Pony in Kinzville’ ‘Corey and Oats in The Late Late Show With James Corden Finale Spectacular.’ ‘Oats and Corey’s Enchanting Mother’s Day’ and quite a few others coming this way including a new story about the newest member of the family.

[mississippimothsandmemories]

Dreamed about being at torrey’s house but it was old house with oabelking. Shopping with Mrs. Ann, then being upset about it his at some points, alcohol, nick coming to visit and hanging with Torrey and Tyler. Is all going for a walk and I realized they had been watching Sylvia (torrey’s parents) while she got some procedure. She had stitches all up and down her tale. I was worried about her and nick told me I could make a pain tonic out of hibiscus so we picked some in different colors. Walking back Torrey was way ahead of me and nick went ahead of me and told him to slow down. Was frustrated at that. Other people on the road. And older black guy laughed at me when I almost fell down. He asked me if I was from Mississippi and said he was gonna call me Elma because I was so clumsy and funny. Later at torrey’s parents house while other people where around, like younger from church days, I asked again about tincture. Nick did some crazy, cartoonish like magic to pull all the ingredients out of his jeans or whatever and whipped it up like it was nothing. This was before he was about to leave but some of the boys were blown away by his slight of hand so he showed them a couple tricks. Earlier on the road we were out of weed and vape. I’d asked Torrey but when he didn’t have any nick offered to me and Torrey but I opted not to take any from nick. Was hoping to go visit Sarah but failed on the follow through call. Recalled old parts of a dream about Sarah as if it was this dream, the trails in dalewood linking to parts of where Jessica Hager used to live and the four wheelers, that sorta thing. It was supposed to be Christmas around torrey’s house.ya. Ann was changing the wallpaper to something with crazy purple and yellow but somehow when she put it up it didn’t look bad, just so 90s ann Hess’s or Mel rose place or something. They were rejecting an RV that they let us stay in and I wondered if it was just because of the fighting, the substance use, or in case we needed something to transition to move back home. Yesterday in real life I did put up some pics from torrey’s childhood on the cabinets and we talked about 80s decor and the paneling in the old house. I loved on Sylvia through the night. These were probably dream factors. ReLly had a lot on my mind before I went to bed. Trying to get down what I remember and maybe make it a practice

[holidaysbanana]

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[born-to-lose]

Niko Vilhelm and Joel Hokka wallpapers (+ matching wallpapers) for anon

Like or reblog if you save

[starry-kfics]

eunwoo + any lyrics for anon (i chose from baby!) click to optimize quality

i was too lazy to watermark these pls dont be an asshole

[michelleleewise]

Secrets....

Pairing: Loki x plus-size reader

Warnings: self esteem issues, self destructive behavior, hurt, angst, mild depression.

Summary: with still no word from Loki, you do the only thing you can do.....

Part 15-

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It had been another few days, and still no word. You didn't really want to think about what he might be doing, so you did the only thing you could do. Sitting on your bed, you pulled your phone out, taking a deep breath you began writing

You felt the tears stream down your cheeks as you hit send. You watched for a minute, seeing if it would change to read, but it didn't. You went to your wallpaper, seeing the photo of Loki, making you tear up again, going into your settings switching it to a random one before going back to the text, still sitting on sent. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you archived the texts so you wouldn't see them everyday.

You got up, running your fingers over the green blanket, before folding it, and putting it in the linen closet with the others. You sat at the window, staring into the night as you heard a knock. "Y/n, you still awake?" Mel asked peeking inside "yeah, I'm up." You sighed looking back outside. "I have to run to the store, do you need anything?" She asked "no, I'm fine, thanks." You sighed. "Y/n, you know I'm here if you need to talk." She said sitting down. "I'm fine, I just.....I need to let him go." You said looking down.

"You still haven't heard from him have you?" She asked. "No, it's been three weeks, I don't think I will." You said looking at her. "I'm sorry y/n, I wish there was something I could do." She said "unless you can get to Norway.." you huffed a laugh. She got up, pulling you into a hug "it's gonna be ok." She said rubbing your back. You nodded but didn't say anything. After she left you decided to get ready for bed. You were off tomorrow so you could sleep in a bit, well as long as Emma would let you.

As you were about to lie down you heard your doorbell ring. "Who could that be this time of night?" You asked yourself, wondering if Mel forgot her keys. You reached up on your toes to look through the peep hole, gasping at what you saw. "No..." you sighed, lowering yourself back down as the bell rang again. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath as you opened the door.....

Loki's pov-

"Hey, can I get another!?" I yelled for the bartender. "Don't you think you've had enough?" I heard next to me, turning seeing Val sit next to me. "Pleasure as always." I said nodding. She cleared her throat looking at me "Are you done being an idiot?" She asked. "I beg your pardon?" I said furrowing my eyebrows "You heard me, are you done?" She asked crossing her arms. "I have no idea what your talking about." I huffed grabbing my drink.

I heard her sigh "Loki, you and I aren't friends, but I'm still going to point out your being an idiot." She said. "Why do you keep calling me an idiot?" I asked sitting up. "Because, I heard about what happened, and I think your being." She started "an idiot. Yes I got that part." I finished "who told you?" I asked "Thor, he told me the woman you are seeing had a child, and she hadn't told you yes?" She asked waving at the bartender. "That's the short version yes." I sighed "Well, if you ask me.." She started "I didn't." I snapped.

I looked down fidgeting with my hands as we sat in silence. "She....she didn't tell me, she could have and she didn't." I said looking down. "Maybe she was scared, not like you'd react badly or anything." She said nudging my arm. "Did you talk to her before you left?" She asked "i..." I started as I heard my phone go off. "That's probably Thor." I sighed pulling it out, seeing the message from y/n. I froze looking at it, she she hadn't messaged me since I left. "Well, you gonna read it or stare at it?" I heard Val ask, as I sighed opening the message.

I felt the tears run down my cheek as I set my phone down, quickly wiping my face, holding my head In my hands. "So, what are you going to do?" She asked. I looked up, turning towards her grabbing my phone "stop being an idiot." I said, getting up leaving....

"L..loki, what are you doing here?" You asked looking at him. He put his hands in his pockets "I got your address from James. May I come in?" He asked looking up. Everything in you wanted to tell him no, you couldn't do this again, but something in you made you step aside, waving him in. You closed the door, walking past him to the kitchen. "Do you want anything to drink?" You asked, putting the kettle on. "Tea would be lovely." He said taking his coat off, laying it on the chair.

"So. Why are you here?" You asked again getting two mugs from the cabinet. "Well, y/n, someone quite recently told me how stupid I was being." You heard him say "and I would have to agree." He finished sighing. You nodded, continuing with making the tea. "I didn't give you a chance to tell me anything really, I assumed and jumped to conclusions, and for that I am sorry." He said looking down. "Loki.." you sighed leaning on the counter. "I know I don't deserve it but please, talk to me. I want to fix this." He said coming up next to you.

"I can't do this again Loki. I can't try to talk to you and you leave again." You said looking down. "I won't y/n, I'm not going anywhere." You heard him say as the kettle went off. You sighed, pouring the water in the mugs and heading to the table. You sat down rubbing your eyes as Loki sat across from you. "Are you ok?" He asked watching you "I've had a headache for awhile, I'm fine." You huffed looking at him. "So, what do you want to talk about?" You asked folding your arms on the table.

He cleared his throat leaning forward "why did you feel you couldn't tell me about your daughter?" He asked calmly. "Honestly? I was scared. I didn't know how you felt about kids, or about someone else's kid for that matter, and I thought you would leave." You said looking at him as he nodded. "What made you think it was Bucky's?" You asked. "Because he knew of her, and I didn't. So I assumed." He said. "Well no, Bucky and I have never...you know. I'm positive I'm not his type." You looked down. "He knew because he's dating my sister, who also watches her while I work." You said. "I apologize for my reaction y/n. It was uncalled for." He said.

You sat there in silence for awhile, not really looking at eachother. "Have you been sleeping?" He asked quietly. "Why does everyone keep asking me that?" You sighed rubbing your eyes. "The dark circles are a bit of a give away." He said. "And something tells me you haven't eaten as well." He said leaning forward. "It doesn't matter Loki, I'm fine." You snapped getting up. "You are not fine, I can tell." He said sternly following you. "I care about you y/n." He said "then you shouldn't have left!" You yelled making him jump.

You covered your face with your hands, leaning againt the counter. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell." You said quietly, feeling your eyes burning. "No, you are right, I shouldn't have left." You heard him say as you felt his fingers wrap around yours wrists, gently pulling your hands down. "I deserve everything you've said and more. I can not apologize enough for my actions, I want to make it up to you." He said cupping your cheek.

You lunged forward, wrapping your arms around his middle, squeezing as tight as you could as he cradled the back of your head to his chest, the other rubbing your back. "I'm so sorry y/n, it will never happen again." He said, laying his head on yours. You sighed, relaxing into the hug as he rocked you back and forth. "You should rest darling, we can talk more tomorrow." He said "I don't want you leave." You sighed into his chest. "I'll stay, if you want. I can sleep on the couch." He offered as you looked up at him.

"What are you thinking?" He asked smiling "Well, I was wondering...maybe if you wanted... you can say no.. " you rambled as he put his finger on your lips "do you wish to cuddle?" He asked watching you as you nodded. "Very well, but you have to sleep." He said leaning down kissing your forehead. You grabbed his hand, leading him to the bedroom.

"I don't have anything that will fit you." You said pulling the covers back. He smiled as a green light flowed over him, leaving him in a green shirt and sweatpants. "God i wish I could do that." You said as he laughed. "Lie down darling." He said as he turned off the light. You laid down, feeling him pull you towards him, laying your head on his chest. "Sleep darling, I'm right here." He said rubbing your back. "Loki?" You said into the dark "hmm?" He said. "I'm glad you came back." You whispered hugging him tighter. "I'm glad you allowed me to, I don't deserve you darling." He said. You tilted your head kissing his chest. "Yes you do." You whispered, closing your eyes letting yourself finally relax.

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Ok but can we talk about how the first shot we see of Mel in the series is this long shot with her at the center and her family’s crest hanging above her head? Before we even get to know her better she makes the statement that she falls short of Medarda standards; I think she particularly words it as being the poorest Medarda in this scene.

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But then at the end of the season, in a close up, she takes the ring with her family’s crest off, showing her commitment to the vote for not starting a war which subsequently wouldn’t put hextech in her mother’s hands to make into weapons.

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And then the very last shot that further cements this but also foreshadows some more hidden depths to her character, with her armor, is her back turned away from the viewer in a medium shot.

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[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

In the Heat of The Moment

Chapter 3 - Confrontation

Ch.1, Ch.2

Words Count: 8736

Warning: None

23rd January 1909

The small room on the second floor of the hideout was veiled by a soft penumbra, giving the whole place a dreamlike appearance. Only a few rays of the rising winter sun were daring to peek through the drawn curtains of the old room, with its antiquated wallpapers and the worn-out leather upholstery of the armchair close by.

But neither of the two people hiding in that small alcove gave thoughts to their surroundings, their attention captured by each other's low voices and hushed moans, enveloped as they were in the deepest of embraces.

Fingers gripping tight, almost digging into her soft buttocks, the man held the young woman's hips against his own, guiding her as she rode the waves of her own pleasure.

At the sound of her breathy voice calling for his name - desperate, wanting, needy - the man felt his own release coming, bucking his hips and blocking hers against his own, burying himself so deep into her, all he wanted was to get lost in that moment of stolen ecstasy.

Both in a blissful daze, the young woman plopped on the man's strong chest, dark sensual eyes meeting steel grey ones in a gaze filled with languid satisfaction, their heartbeats synchronized and slowing to a peaceful rhythm.

For a second, they both stood still, the moment of the afterglow so surreal they thought even one breath might break that fragile reality.

Then, Emmett Frye spoke.

"I can't keep seeing you like this, Melanie," he murmured, his voice low, coated with a huskiness that came from pleasure, as he kissed the young woman's brows, soft pecks that left her wanting for more. "You know I can never make an honest woman out of you,"

He trailed down her nose and found her lips with his, brushing against them at first, then gently pressing so that she would open them for him.

The young woman whined a little as she wrapped her arms around the older man's shoulders.

"What if I don't want to be an honest woman? What if I want to be just your woman?”

Emmett chuckled against her lips, as he trailed down her neck, finding where her pulse was. He gave her a little nip and was rewarded with a low moan that brought a smile to his face.

"Your father would kill me, Miss Abberline,"

"My father would have a reason to kill you for what we already do. Besides, he did know your father, Mr. Frye."

"Precisely why we can't keep seeing each other like this. He would get a heart attack knowing that you are mingling with me,”

"Why are you so afraid of my father finding out? Or others, for that matter?"

Emmett looked at her for a moment; then, his lips twitched up, his smile never reaching his eyes.

"Fear has nothing to do with it, Mel.”

“Lies,” she smirked.

He raised an eyebrow, barely blinking.

“I am not afraid, Mel. I never am. Of anyone.”

"That’s a lie, Emmett Frye," she chuckled, leaning in to kiss him again.

"Maybe," He conceded once, knowing instead that now he was lying.

After what had happened to him, to his family, in 1888, fear had no business having a place in his soul.

He had been scared once, and his fear had cost him something so great, he still bore the consequences - the scars- of that moment of weakness of his heart.

Never again he would be afraid. Never again he would let terror rule him.

Was he happy about everything he had done to preserve his family, to help his father take back the gang after that demon Jack had devastated all that his parents had built together in twenty years… to everything that he had witnessed throughout the years, everything that had molded him to become the man he was today?

The truth was he couldn’t really say, and there wasn’t really anything that he could do to change what had been.

But if he were proud of himself, of who he had become, that was a totally different matter altogether.

“What’s this?” asked Melanie, taking him away from his thoughts, as she looked at the necklace around his neck.

It was a leather cord with a ring hanging from it.

“My wife’s wedding ring,” he said, grabbing a cigarette from the packet on the bedside table and lighting it up, taking a drag from it.

The young woman looked at the golden band, inspecting it carefully, her eyes gleaming with curiosity, an unspoken question on her lips.

“She’s dead,” Emmett murmured with his low, raspy voice, gently taking the wedding band from her hand and hiding it underneath his woolen shirt.

“What happened?” she asked,

The older man looked into her eyes, not speaking at first, his gaze so intense the young woman thought he could read right into her soul.

“Life happened, Mel,” he said, his voice final, hiding a warning to not thread any further in the murky waters where all that he pained about still dwelled.

Even if almost a decade had passed, reminiscing was still intolerable for him. There were certain memories he had sworn to keep barred from anyone, including himself. His wife belonged there, deep within his heart...the only place where he knew she would truly be safe and sound.

He sighed, keeping his hand on the now hidden golden band, an unconscious protective gesture that he had started to do ever since his wife had been taken away from him.

Melanie stood pensive for one moment. She was sure that there was much more behind that, but she dared not to ask any further.

She raised her big dark eyes, staring into his for a moment: she was so curious to know more about him, to know more about that man whose gaze saw everything that happened around him and yet never let anything transpire through them.

But she knew that with him, probing and insisting would do no good.

If anything, it would make him grow more distant.

She leaned in to take the cigarette from his lips and brought it to her own.

“Keep your secrets, Mr. Frye,” she chuckled with a tiny smile. “ One day, I will be able to discover them all,”

He looked at her, his face growing even more serious.

"Don't tread in places where you should not go, little dove," he murmured, caressing her cheek with his knuckles, each of his gestures always so delicate, as if she was a doll made of the most delicate material.

Melanie felt the coarse, calloused skin of his hand, looking at the grazed skin - a testimony to all the fight he had taken part in?

Or maybe, she pondered, a testimony of all the fight he had caused?

She knew so little of the man in front of her, whatever he decided to show her. Yet, she wanted to know more. She had seen glimpses of a fire burning in his cold eyes. And she wanted to find out what ignited those flames.

A loud knock on the door made them turn their heads.

"Em," called the rough voice of Uriel from outside the room. “We got a call from one of our strongholds in Lambeth. Trouble is brewing in the neighbourhood. The Carvers are at it again. We need to go now.”

Emmett kept his silence, his face a pool of still water, as he quickly considered all of his options.

“Duty calls?” inquired Melanie, beaming with excitement. “Can I come with you? I have never seen what you actually do! I could be of help!”

He looked straight into her eyes, his stare so cold it felt as if winter had found its home there.

“That’s out of the question, Melanie. This is not a game. You are not to go anywhere near where the Carvers operate.” He said, getting out of bed and starting to put his clothes on. “Now dress up. Jeremy will bring you back to your parents’ home,”

“I’m not a child, Emmett! I don’t need to be chaperoned!” she blurted out, jumping out of the bed to follow him. “You can’t order me around! I’m not one of your underlings!”

He turned and took her face in his hands, caressing her cheeks with his thumb.

When he spoke, his low voice was so soft, almost jarring to hear compared to the chilliness of his gaze. Yet, the younger woman was sure she had seen it softening as well.

“I am not ordering you, Mel,” he murmured, kissing her brow, lingering there, taking in her perfume of violets and roses. “God only knows that no force on Earth can actually make you do something you do not want to do. No, I am asking you not to follow me. It is not your place to do so, and I want you out of harm’s way,”

She relented, for just one moment, her eyes lowering to find where his golden band was still hidden.

“It’s because of what happened to your wife?” she blurted out, without thinking.

Emmett kept his silence, his face hardening at that.

“Em! Kiss that harlot goodbye and let’s go! We need to go!” knocked Uriel again, with more insistence this time.

Melanie’s face morphed in a mask of bewilderment, her mouth gaping.

“W-what did he just call me?” she bellowed, making way to the door to face the man herself. “Why, of all the things I have been calle-”

Emmett took her by the arm, and stopped her in her tracks, pulling her back against his chest.

He took her face in his hands and dove down to kiss her in that way that always sent chills of pure pleasure down her spine, taking her breath away.

Melanie could do nothing but mellow in that kiss, a soft moan drowning in her throat.

Damn the man for knowing how to make her melt in his arms!

“We do not have time for this,” Emmett murmured, breaking the kiss. “I need to sort things out in the borough,”

With one last peck, he put his coat on and kissed her lips one more time.

“When will we see each other again?” she asked, resisting the urge to throw herself in his arms.

He stopped and looked at her.

“Mel, I told you-”

“I know fairly well what you’ve told me, Mr. Frye. And I’m asking you: when will we see each other again?”

Emmett could only smile at her. Stubborn like no one else in the world. He knew she wouldn’t let go of him until she heard what she wanted to hear.

“Soon, I hope,” he conceded. “My men will see you are delivered back to your parents safe and sound,”

Then, for the spark of a moment, he hesitated, his eyes wandering on her determined expression. He gripped the knob of the door, willing himself to go.

“Go home, little dove, and be safe. Leave the danger of the world to this old rook,”

And without turning back, he left the room with a quick stride.

As Melanie accompanied him with her gaze, she noticed Uriel glancing at her, an amused look on his clean shaved face.

“Sorry to interrupt, Missy, but duty calls. You know how it is,” he snickered, smirking as he eyed the woman in front of him.

She narrowed her eyes, knowing that the young man wasn’t sorry at all.

Offended yet relentless, she held her gaze, defiant as ever: she knew Uriel, more than she cared to. Growing up, she had plenty of opportunities to get to meet the most boisterous of the Frye children whenever Mrs. Dorothea would come and visit her mother, Magnolia. Uriel was the exact copy of his twin Gabriel, from his curly dark hair down to his tall frame; but where Gabriel’s eyes always twinkled with a mischievous yet kind light, in Uriel’s there was always a hint of coldness that made them appear like two dark voids, where no warmth ever dwelled.

“You should learn how to properly talk to a lady, Uriel,”

His smile widened, turning into a crooked smirk.

“When I meet one, I’ll make sure to remember your advice, Mel,”

And before she had the chance to answer him, he tipped the brim of his hat and closed the door behind himself with an unceremonious bang.

*****

“About fuckin’ time, Em,” growled Uriel, his smile all but disappeared, as he followed his brother down the stairs, his dark coat flapping behind him. They crossed the street and a car passed so close to them, Uriel turned to shout at the driver, his curse drowned by the roaring of the engine as the vehicle sped up. Rolling his eyes, Emmett caught him by the arm, dragging him toward where their car was.

“We don’t have time for this. We need to hurry,”

“Yet you had all the time to kiss that harlot goodbye, it seems,”

“Uriel, you are my brother and I love you...but call Melanie a ‘harlot’ one more time, and we are going to have a problem, you and I,”

The younger man huffed as he started the engine up. “Not calling her that won’t make any difference about what she is. You know about her reputation,”

Emmett glared at him. “Uriel, enough. That is not one of your bloody business! I do not know what Mel has done to you-”

“She’s an Abberline, Emmett! You know I don’t have much love for coppers or any of their offspring, no matter how much Papa used to like her pa!”

“But she is also Eva’s friend! And Mrs.Abberline is one of Mother’s dearest friends! Couldn’t you show some respect at least for their sake?”

Uriel stared him square in the eyes, not relenting for one moment.

“You know that bringing up our sister and mother won’t make a difference, don’t you?

Emmett sighed. His younger brother had always been a piece of work, ever since he had started to talk coherently.

“Keep all that animosity for the Carvers, Uri. We will need it. Drive now, and inform me of the situation,”

"We have captured two of their men. Underlings, but they seem to know something. Still, Albert hasn’t managed to make them talk yet,”

"No torture on them, I hope?"

Uriel smiled for the first time, his lips thinning in a cruel smirk.

"No need for that. We just told them that The Executioner was on his way," he chuckled, turning to look at his brother, a light of admiration in his eyes. “Should’ve seen their faces, Emmett. I could swear one of’em pissed himself when he heard that.” Emmett heard Uriel snigger, almost unable to contain his excitement. “He ain’t going to have mercy on you,’ I said to those pissers,”

The Executioner, Emmett thought, his lips pursing in a thin line of disapproval. That moniker had been following him his entire adult life. He knew he had long earned that reputation ever since that name had been given to him, but funnily enough, the moniker hadn't belonged to him in the first place.

It was a misconception.

No, that name truly belonged to the one that had killed Jack The Ripper, after Jack had sent London in a frenzy during the Autumn of Terror; it was given by the press after Abberline had found Jack slashed to death, his face butchered beyond any possible recognition.

Emmett mused, for a moment, what the people would think if they knew that The Executioner had been, in truth, a woman.

My own mother, he thought, clenching his jaw.

Feeling something dreadful bubbling up in his chest, he grabbed another cigarette and lit it up, taking a long drag to fill up his lungs and soul with that poison fumes that always brought him relief.

He smoked too much, he knew that. His parents never ceased to tell him to reduce the number of cigarettes he smoked each day, and yet, he couldn’t help himself: since 1888, it was one of the few ways to calm his frazzled nerves.

He still remembered Inspector Abberline offering him one cigarette- his first - after the policeman found him, his aunt Evie and his mother Dorothea in one of Lambeth's underground cells, the three of them standing as a human wall around his half-dead father and his siblings Eva and Robin, maimed and beaten and scared to death.

Emmett closed his eyes, all memories flooding his mind, unwanted, unsought, yet unrelenting as they gripped his soul with those unforgiving talons.

He still recalled the foul stench of that cold dark cell, a gagging mixture of molding walls, human waste, and lingering sickness, so strong and pungent, it still made his stomach queasy at the mere thought.

Emmett had only been a boy of sixteen years of age, but seeing his father - his hero - curled up on the cold floor, barely moving, barely breathing, and yet, still holding his younger maimed children in his arms, still trying to protect them even when he had no strengths to spare for himself… that sight had filled him with such hopelessness, such fear, he remembered starting to shake like a leaf at the mercy of the chilling winter winds.

Emmett shuddered, as the memories shifted once more, to the cracking of a whip as it lashed against the soft tissues of a body, over and over and over again, each cracks followed by a scream of pure wrath and agony.

It was all still as clear as the day he had witnessed all of that.

Seeing his father and siblings like that had left him broken.

But seeing his gentle, placid mother - a woman unwilling to even raise her voice to reprimand her children - become possessed by a murderous blind rage at the sight of her husband's limp body and her abducted children wasting away… seeing her infer lashes after lashes to the miscreant -the demon- that had dared to try to destroy their family...it all had left a mark on Emmett that still came back to torment him, in sleep and wake alike.

And only smoking could help him calm down.

He reckoned that it was due to the fact that the cigarette offered by the kind Inspector had been the first gentle gesture after all the horrors he had witnessed, after all the despair he had felt, and that small gift had seemed like a blessing, at that moment. He only remembered being beyond grateful for it, and for the help the older man had offered when his hands had been shaking too much to allow him to light it up.

He closed his eyes, to chase away those nightmarish thoughts that were still haunting him, almost twenty years later.

"Let's move and get over this. I need to meet with Gabriel at the Pub, afterward. He said he has something of urgency he needs to discuss with me," he murmured, trying to hide the strain in his voice with a small cough.

"Goddamnit, Em, don't tell me Gabriel’s still looking into that stupid cross he has found during Christmas,"

Uriel’s exasperated reaction caught him by surprise. Turning his complete attention to the younger sibling, Emmett raised an eyebrow.

“How do you know about it? Did Gabriel inform you?”

Uriel snorted, shaking his head. “As if! He didn’t need to! He mutters about it even in his sleep, for Christ’s sake! I’ve thrown him so many pillows to make him shut up, I was this close to tossing him out of the room! Ever since he came back from London last week, he’s started to talk to himself! ‘Leviathan this, Starrick that!’ I swear, if I hear about these poppycocks one more time, I’ll become a Templar myself and give Briel a real reason to brood over!”

Emmett’s face hardened in a mask of complete stillness at the mention of those names, his blood running cold deep within his veins.

The Leviathan. The connection to Crawford Starrick.

Gabriel must have found his correspondence.

Emmett took another drag from his cigarette, feigning nonchalance, despite the immense maelstrom of emotions whirling in his gut.

“Did he tell you anything of relevance?”

“Nothing whatsoever. The last time I saw him, he had closed himself in the library in Dover working on some codes. He looked like a madman because he couldn’t manage to decipher them,”

The eldest of the Frye brothers let out a shaky sigh of relief, that he immediately tried to hide with a small cough.

“And what are your thoughts on it?” he then asked, interrupting his younger brother’s harangue. ”Do you think we have reason to worry about anything he might find?”

Uriel dared to take his eyes off from the road for a little moment, just to give his brother a look of incredulity.

“Not you as well, Emmett! Come on, we all know they are a whole load of bollocks right there! Our father was an Assassin, the one leading our branch of the Brotherhood for the last three decades! What’s so surprising in finding a Templar memento in our home?” he huffed, as he honked to catch the attention of a friend passing down the road. Then, he focused once again on the road ahead of him. “I would’ve tossed that cross into the sea as soon as I first saw it and never thought about it ever again! I’d have just moved on and focused on something more urgent, instead of bringing Lily and Eva into this! Good thing he hasn’t bothered Robin as well, otherwise I would have smacked Gabriel myself! Who cares about it? Who fuckin’ cares about it all!? But no: leave it to Briel to make a giant fuss about philosophy, conspiracies and Templars and all that footle!”

Emmett remained silent. On one hand, he was relieved to know that his younger brother -always more focused on fighting and dallying around- wouldn’t give much attention to what Gabriel had found; On the other hand, the fact that Briel had entangled both their sisters in his conjectures made him wary and more nervous than he cared to admit.

He needed to meet him, as soon as possible, and assess how much he already knew, before he would turn to their parents - because Emmett knew that it would be his brother’s next step.

"You know how he is, Uri: when he finds something that he deems important, he is a hound that never quits," the eldest Frye murmured, at last, swallowing his worry as he kept his eyes on the road ahead of him. He heard his younger brother snort.

"That's one big bag of bullshit right there, Em, and you know that as well as I do. He quits when he sees fit to quit. He just loves to poke his nose in businesses that don’t concern him,"

Emmett allowed himself a small, sad smile. He knew the youngest one of the family had the reputation of being nosy, especially among his siblings, but Emmett knew better than the rest of them.

"He is driven by his need for the truth, whatever that might be. That in itself is not necessarily wrong. The only problem with Briel is that he does not know when to stop. And that can be dangerous." “dangerous for him and all of us,” he thought, without letting those words pass beyond his lips.

He brushed a thumb against his brow, before taking another drag from his cigarettes. When he spoke again, his tone was final. "Now, drive. I want to be over with all of this as soon as possible,”

*****

The snug room of the pub was quiet, intimate, entirely different from the joyful sound of laughter and chit-chat of the patrons enjoying their beers after the end of their shifts. Gabriel was sitting as still as his own will allowed, but impatience was eating him alive, as he looked at the timepiece in his hand.

He knew his eldest brother was always on time, precise and punctual to the point of being irritating, and always ready to call out others on their lateness.

So why, why was he late? Today of all days?

He tapped his foot impatiently against the golden leg of the table, fidgeting with his timepiece, as he took in his surroundings to distract his racing mind. He looked at all the carvings that ran around the edge of the table and without thinking, he caressed the intricate details, relishing in the smooth sensation of the lacquered wood against his fingertips.

His eyes followed the engraved vines until they found a detail he hadn’t seen in a long while: carved in one of the four corners of the table stood a small rook, holding a star underneath its wing and six smaller stars circling it.

The Rook, ever vigil, and the Morning Star, as splendent as ever and protected beneath the bird’s powerful wing, both surrounded by the glimmering six results of their love.

The Symbol of their Family.

A sad smile appeared on his face as he caressed it with gentleness: his father had designed and carved that small exquisite marvel, a token of love for his beloved wife and his children.

Gabriel felt a clenching in his chest, his shoulders slumping down at the memory of all that he had found after visiting his childhood home. All the doors that had opened, one after the other, in an uncontrollable cascade of discoveries that he had started, and had left him with more questions - and more regrets - than answers.

He knew his family was not perfect. He knew his parents were not without their faults, and he knew that they had lived full lives before he had been brought into that world by their love…but after finding the cross, the torn pages from his father’s journal, and those blasted letters under his brother’s wooden floor, he couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that his family was not what he had believed it to be. He looked at the box - another one of his findings- snuggly placed beside him on the wooden bench and frowned, half in guilt, half in disquiet, but whole in confusion. After all his findings, he felt as if he had turned all his carpets in his house, and found them hiding blood and dirt and worms, and he couldn’t, for the life of him wrap his head around it.

He wanted so desperately to understand, to be comforted, to be told that it had been all a humongous jest and that it shall carry no consequences whatsoever.

And yet, he knew, there was no possible way to undo what his curiosity had brought him to do.

There was no possibility to unknow what he had learned.

The sudden creaking of the room’s door opening brought Gabriel away from his mulling, and when he turned toward the newcomer, he narrowed his dark eyes.

“About time, Emmett,” he grumbled, tapping his foot against the wooden floor. He looked at his eldest brother from above his thin glasses and glared, unable to contain his disapproval.

“Have you been waiting long, little brother?”

“More than I wanted to. For being the one recommending us to never be late, you are not very good at doing as you preach,” Gabriel snarked, pursing his lips in a displeased grimace as he looked at his brother closing the door behind him, a lit cigarette already hanging from his lips.

Emmett smirked, amused.“I got caught up in something along the way. Duty called.”

Gabriel looked at his brother, examining his appearance with keen eyes. Smudged against his neck was the faint trace of lip rouge.

“Duty called alright”, he thought, scoffing.

Melanie Abberline, his paramour.

He said nothing, keeping his silent observation to himself; instead, he leaned over and took one of the cigarettes from his brother’s pocket, ignoring the raised eyebrows on his brother’s face.

“Does Mother know that you have picked up smoking?”

Gabriel didn’t answer right away, letting his defiant gaze speak for him as he lit up the cigarette.

“Does she know that you have been the one influencing me?”

Emmett smiled his sphynx grin, the one that never truly reached his clear eyes, as he finally sat directly in front of his younger brother.

“Your memory is failing, Briel, because I don’t recall ever giving you a cigarette in all my life. You were the one sneaking them out of my secret stashes, even when I changed their hiding place,”

Gabriel puffed out the smoke, squinting with a reproachful look.

“So you knew?”

Emmett smiled again. “I did, little brother. I always know what’s going on around me,”

“And yet, our siblings have the galls to call me nosy, when they have you who have more experience than me at it,” grumbled the younger Frye.

“In my defense, it is my job to know everything,” he said, letting out a raspy chuckle, before turning toward the barmaid. “Miranda, bring a Scotch for me and a Bitter for the bitter,”

Gabriel scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Miss Stratton, make it three glasses of Scotch and a cup of rose tea, if you do not mind,” he intervened, staring straight into his oldest brother’s eyes as he did so, defiance in his tone.

When the barmaid went to do as she was told, Emmett turned to look toward his youngest sibling, his brows now slightly furrowed in a silent question.

"I was under the impression it would have been only the two of us, Briel,"

"Wasn't your job to know everything, oh brother of mine?" Gabriel sneered at him, as he took out his timepiece and looked into it.

“Almost time,” he thought. He quickly put out his half-finished cigarette in his pocket ashtray and raised to open the window, to let out the smoke.

Emmett cocked an eyebrow, confused. He could see how hard his younger sibling was trying to rein in his anger, how tense his shoulders were as he let the chilling wind enter, the flashes of disappointment and wrath that came from his eyes each time their gazes met. What did he find, that had rendered him so furious?

“What did you do this time, Gabriel?” he asked with a calm murmur.

“How does it feel to be the one not knowing what’s going on around you, Emmett? How does it feel, for once, to be the one kept in the dark?”

Emmett furrowed his eyebrows, uneasy at the younger man’s words, unable to read into his brother’s intention, in a moment that seemed infinite.

He didn’t like to be taken by surprise. Not even by his baby brother.

“Let’s get over with this whole farce, Briel. Uriel told me that you have been blabbering about Starrick, about the Leviathan. He told me you got Lily into this as well and told me you went to our old house and made a whole fuss about it all. So, pray tell, why did you call upon me?" Emmett said, letting his annoyance seep through his words just enough to warn Gabriel not to try his patience.

Gabriel's smirk turned into a grimace: he felt his heart hesitating for one single moment before the fury of the betrayal came back to him.

"If you know about that, then you know precisely why I called upon you. I need you to be completely honest with me, Emmett. Because now-” Gabriel dropped what he had found -the letters, the torn journal page - on the table. But before Emmett could even dare to pick them up and examine them himself, Gabriel also dropped the small box that had been sitting beside him all that time, with a loud bang against the surface of the table. “ Now I have proof that you, Mother, and Father have been lying to me - to all of us - all these years!”

Emmett opened it, his raised eyebrows the only readable reaction on his face, as he scoured the content of it all. Several letters were neatly stuck together and tied by a bow, another small leather-bound journal, a marriage certificate, and yet another daguerreotype.

The picture took him by surprise.

‘Damn,’ he thought, ‘He is a bloody hound. His time as an apprentice under Magnolia had given him more than just writing skills,’

"Now tell me, brother of mine: is this also a memory from Mother's past? Or is it from your past in the arts? Because I didn't know that you as well were an actor! “ Gabriel sneered. “Or perhaps, you are such an exceptional thespian that you have managed to deceive all of us with your pantomime, hiding from all of us that you were a Templar!"

Emmett didn’t answer right away, taking a drag from his cigarette, his face completely unfazed, careful not to show the turmoil that was hiding just beneath the surface.

The tips of his fingers touched the papers of the letters, and a corner of his mouth raised ever so slightly in a small melancholic smile, as he recognized the different calligraphies of the letters: the Leviathan’s, spidery, almost incomprehensible due the vernacular chosen; his mother’s, elegant and meticulous; his father’s, bold and clear…his grandfather’s, angular and ornate, almost ostentatious against the parchment. His eyes ran over the marriage certificate - beautifully decorated, with lilies and robins painted on it- and his eyes fell on the names written on it, and the date.

As he looked upon all of that, he understood what had caused Gabriel’s turmoil.

"I… can see why you need answers," he said with a cautious voice, weighting each word as it if was a grenade.

“And that’s all you have to say to me? ‘I can see why you need answers’?” Gabriel scoffed unable to stop himself from mocking his brother’s words. "I found your exchange with this… this “Leviathan”, written in a code that I couldn’t decipher! I found his Cross hiding in one of Mother’s boxes, a whole journal of yours dating back to 1886, and this wedding license that doesn’t make ANY sense at all. Dorothea Marianne Starrick?” he hissed, taking the piece of paper and tapping at it with harshness. “Starrick! As in, Starrick, the Grand Master of the British Rite in 1868! Our own mother, a bloody Templar! What else am I going to discover? That father was a Templar as well?”

Emmett looked at him in the eyes, steel grey meeting ebony, and for the first time in his life, he found himself at the loss of words.

"That, I can assure you, has never been the case. Father is and has always been an Assassin. He has always belonged to the Brotherhood, much like Aunt Evie and Uncle Henry," was all he could say, in a low cautious voice.

Gabriel gave him a skeptical look, unconvinced. How could he know that he was telling him the truth? For all he knew, there could be a whole vault hidden away somewhere with pieces of evidence that even his father was not who he told them to be.

That thought made his heart clench in his chest.

“And what about Mother then? What about you?" He continued, tossing the daguerreotype toward him. " What's next that I am going to find? That Queen Victoria is our grandmother? That Father almost disrupted our economy?” he hissed, his voice steadily growing more and more distressed with each word that came out of his mouth, spitting out one theory more improbable than the other. “What more will I find? What, Emmett? WHAT?”

Emmett stood silent, aggrieved by the pain he felt coming from his brother. He took the faded daguerreotype, and stared at it for a long moment: he looked at his younger self with pity and almost sadness for that tall, wide-eyed boy who had so many dreams and so many hopes, still so untouched by life. Physically, he hadn’t changed that much, despite the photo being over two decades old: his features had become sharper, the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes and on his brow not fading away even when his face was relaxed; the same, however, couldn’t be said about his heart. His lips thinned in a grimace, as he looked now at the other man in the picture standing at his side, whose prideful, unforgiving gaze he still felt burning upon himself, after all those years.

The Leviathan himself.

He looked back at his brother, studying his face, yet keeping his silence.

Gabriel felt himself growing more and more miffed with each passing moment.

“Why, Emmett? Why have I been fed lies all my life?” he finally hissed through gritted teeth, unable to bear the silence any longer.

The oldest Frye sibling took a shot at the whiskey, before refilling the glass again and gulping it down.

“Have you considered that there might be a reason if all of these has been buried away because the people involved did not want to see them ever again? That maybe -just maybe - these “so-called lies”, these secrets, are not yours to know? “

“But they are yours, now, aren’t they, Emmett?” Gabriel bellowed, jumping on his feet and slamming his hands on the table, now more incensed than ever. “Why did Mother and Father choose you and not any of us? What makes you so special that you were to partake in their secrets, while leaving us in complete darkness, believing something that is not true?”

“Because Emmett did not have a choice, Briel,” said a soft voice behind them.

Both brothers turned their heads toward the newcomer and found the steel gray eyes of their mother Dorothea staring at them, her face a mask of concern as she leaned on the cane she had been using for walking for the past five years.

Beside the petite woman, with his strong arm firmly wrapped around her waist to support her, was their father Jacob, his brow furrowed as he gazed toward his sons, his eyepatch always covering his left eye.

Emmett’s jaw clenched, mortified as he looked into his parents’ faces. He turned to look at his brother, his eyes flashing with anger as his lips pursed in a thin line. “You didn’t-”

“I did,” Gabriel answered, his gaze not faltering despite his brother’s piercing gaze, despite his own guilt at the sight of their mother's worried face and their father's severe stance.

“You had no right, Gabriel. No right at all!” Emmett spoke with a sharp tone. He had to call upon all his considerable self-discipline to not let out the rage he felt for his youngest sibling. Instead, he stood up, greeting his parents with a soft voice and motioning toward the barmaid to bring some pillows for the elderly woman.

“What is the meaning of all this, Gabriel?” asked Jacob with a stern tone, as he gestured toward the chaos of mementos laid on the table. “Why were you screaming at your brother?”

Gabriel, fueled as he was by his anger and doubts, driven by his own disappointment, didn’t answer immediately, nostrils flaring as he looked at both his parents with defiance and anger on his otherwise gentle features.

He saw his father turn to look at Emmett, a quizzical look painted in his eye a look answered by his brother’s sigh and saddened expression.

“He knows,” Emmett murmured to both his parents.

Two simple words.

It was all it took for them both to understand.

Gabriel felt his heart sink in his chest when he saw his mother’s sweet face blanching at those words and his father’s features morph into a mask of pain.

“Was it necessary, Gabriel?” Emmett said through clenched teeth, as he sat next to their mother, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

““I-I believe it is,” he said through gritted teeth, before turning to look at his parents, wriggling his hands under the table, his heart beating so fast, he was sure he would burst through his chest. ”I want an answer, Father…Mother. I- want the truth,”

He was afraid beyond words, terrified that all he had ever known was nothing more than smoke and mirrors. Facing his older brother was one thing; facing his mother and father was another one entirely.

When he saw that no one answered him, he felt his fury grow once more. He jumped on his feet, slamming his hands against the table.

“Now, young man-” Jacob started to reprimand his son for his behaviour, but Dorothea rested one hand on his shoulder stopping him.

“Let him speak, Jacob,” she murmured, her voice laced with guilt as her eyes never left her youngest son’s angered face.

“I cannot believe that all my life I have lived surrounded by liars! First, the letters, then the cross, then these pictures and the journal Emmett wrote in 1886? And this certificate of Marriage with this name?” he bellowed, turning to look at his mother, his frustration growing each passing moment. “You have always told us you were a Harrison by birth, Dorothea Marianne Harrison! Harrison! And now, instead, I have found proof that you are Dorothea Starrick, the only daughter of the Grand Master of the British Rite….our grandfather,” his voice turned low, as the reality of his words sank in. “Our own grandfather was a Templar. You were a Templar, the very same people that our father, Emmett, Lily, and Uriel have been hunting down all their lives! Or so I believed since it appears that even my own brother was inducted into the British Rite!” Gabriel looked at his mother, his piercing black eyes looking at her with barely contained disappointment.“ How can all of this be possible? How? Why?”

He felt his heart sitting on his stomach as he stared at her for a long moment, a desperate light in his eyes as he silently begged for all of this to be a misunderstanding. But his mother’s silence, her gentle face contrite in an expression of pure grief and heartbreak, was all he needed to know to confirm that all he had found - all the mementos - was the truth.

“I…I don’t even know who you are anymore,”

Emmett’s face hardened when he saw his mother lowering her gaze, shame painting on her face. He was about to reprimand his brother for his words, when he felt his mother’s gentle hand on his chest, stopping him before he had the chance to talk. He saw her looking at him, shaking her fair ringlets, her kind, understanding smile ruined by the tears that ran down her cheeks.

“No, my duckling. Briel is right. He-” she murmured with a heartbroken sigh. “He deserves to know the truth, if he wishes for it so ardently,”

She turned to look toward Gabriel, her gaze filled only with immense love for her youngest son: her bright, witty, splendid son, whose insatiable thirst for knowledge had always been his greatest virtue, one that she had always encouraged.

When she spoke again, Dorothea couldn’t stop the pride she felt for him from seeping into her voice, despite the pain laced in each word that left her lips.

“You know me, my love. I am still the same person you have known all your life. I am still the same person you always ran to when the storm outside scared you out of your wits; the same person you always ran to whenever you hurt yourself and needed a small kiss to steal the pain away; the same person you always came for counsel and help when writing those letters to brave Lancelot, to ask him when you could join the Knights of the Round Table-” she brought a small, trembling hand toward the pile of mementos in front of her, sighing. There was no way to run from her past. She closed her eyes for a moment, as a carousel of faces appeared in front of her: Byron, Phillip, Charles, Markus, Christopher, Ambrose, her mother Annette...her father Crawford, she thought with a pang of pain, seeing his loving gaze behind her closed eyelids. She took a deep breath, opening her eyes again.

“That cross you found-” she continued, “those pictures you found, my letters, my journal...they are just a part of who I am. They are a part of my life that I rather forget about, something that I have been. But They are not the only thing I am. They are not all that I am,”

Gabriel paused, a grimace appearing on his face, as he turned toward his father.

“I found a page of your journal too, Pa,” he murmured, taking it out of his pocket and passing it to his father, who took it carefully in his calloused hands, Without a word, Jacob opened it held it so that both he and his wife could read it together.

Gabriel stared intently, his keen eyes ready to catch any possible reaction from his parents’ faces. His father’s features were still, inscrutable, if not for the slight furrowing of his brow; but when his mother let out a choked “Oh, Jacob,” bringing a hand to her eyes, his father’s only reaction was to wrap his arm around his wife and bring her closer to him, kissing her on her brow and closing his eyes in a pained expression.

Gabriel’s heart clenched in his chest.

They didn’t need to speak any further.

The confirmation he needed was written all over their faces.

“Mother…how can I make my peace with this, if everything you are is all that Father has always warned us about? We have spent our entire lives hearing that the Templars are our enemies, that we are to protect this City of Light from them… from you!”

Dorothea was unable to contain a smile at those words; her grimace, however, was a sour one.

“Your grandsire used to refer to London as the City of Light. Your grandfather, my own father-”

“Crawford Starrick,” Gabriel finished her sentence for her, as he plopped on the chair behind himself.

He hoped he had been wrong. Hoped with all his heart.

But when he saw his mother nodding, he felt something inside himself break.

How big or small of a break, he didn’t know yet.

He took a few deep breaths, his eyes running all over the tables, unsure of what to do. When his mother wrapped her hand around his, gentle, soothing in her touch, he didn’t move his own away. He just paused, trying to find the courage that had abandoned him.

“Tell me-” he whispered in a small voice.“tell me this is all a misunderstanding. Please, mama,”

Dorothea saw his face turning pleading, with that same expression he always had as a child, whenever his insecurities would take over him and all he wanted, all he needed, was a word of comfort from his mother. Her heart clenched at that sight, feeling tears pooling in her eyes. She brought one hand to his cheek, caressing it with soothing tenderness as she drank from her youngest son’s sweet features, terrified as she was to lose the love he bore her.

“Briel, my child, my little angel…” she whispered with trembling voice.“ I wish I could do that. With all my heart, with all that I am, with all that I have, if I could tell you that nothing of this is true, I would do that, without even thinking about it twice. I wish- I wish I could say that all of this is just a lie, a mistake, a mystification…” she paused, her words choking in her throat. ” But I can’t. I am a Templar, my sweet child. I have been one since birth. My father and my mother were Templars too, and so they were their parents and their grandparents. It’s in our blood. It has been in our blood for generations, and that cannot be erased, no matter how much we try. But I swear to you, I only wanted the best for this city and for our family,”

“I-”

Gabriel turned to look at his father, and once more saw sadness in his hazel eye.

“Papa..you knew? You knew Mother was a Templar when you married her?”

Jacob turned to look at his wife, in a moment that seemed to last forever, his love for her so vivid in the way he looked at her, it was impossible not to notice. In a gesture of protection, he wrapped his big hand around hers and held it tight.

"I knew it," he said, his voice turning low but firm.

“And you knew who her father was?”

“Not immediately. But eventually.”

Gabriel let out a sigh, feeling himself deflecting like a hot air balloon. He didn’t know what he had hoped, asking his father that question. Maybe that only her mother was responsible for all that, that at least one of his parents hadn’t lied to him.

But now he knew that both of them had known.

“Then...why hide this from us? Why not tell us this from the very beginning?” He asked, in a feeble voice.

Dorothea lowered her head once more, closing her eyes as a traitor tear rolled down her cheek.

“Because what your grandsire had done, who I was, what I did-”

“ What we did, Goldilocks,” Jacob added, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. The woman took a deep breath, smiling at her husband for his support. Even after more than forty years spent together, she still thanked the heavens each night for putting him on her path.

“-What your father and I did,” she continued, trying to drown the pain that she felt bubbling just beneath the surface. “...our actions almost cost us our family. What we did almost cost us everything. And I couldn’t bear-” her voice choked in her throat. “I couldn’t bear to think that my mistakes, who I was, could hurt any of you in any way ever again,”

But before she could continue, she felt her own heart shatter once more at all the memories that still lived within her soul, as she saw them cornering her like wolves after their prey, growling, baring their teeth at her.

Gabriel pursed his lips, taking another deep breath, and offering his mother his own handkerchief to dab away her tears, before speaking once again.

“Then, if you love me, if you truly love me, Mama, please, tell me. Tell me everything. I want to know. I have the right to know who you are. I have the right to know if the woman I have loved all my life is someone else entirely,”

Dorothea sighed, looking into her husband’s eyes to find the courage she needed to dive once more into those dark, cold waters she thought she had long left behind herself, hoping, praying with all that she was she would not lose her child's love after he had heard their whole story.

“Very well, Briel. I shall give you all the truth. I shall spare you no detail, I swear it on my life and honour. Are you willing to listen to all of it, with an open heart?”

“I-” Gabriel faltered, swallowing hard. Pandora’s Box all over again. And his mother was offering it to him. He took a deep breath, squaring his shoulders. “I am. I want to know everything. I am ready,”

Dorothea nodded, her expression turning solemn.

The waters were churning beneath her, calling her like syrens, reclaiming her, ready to swallow her whole. With one last deep breath, she closed her eyes, plunging into the ocean of memories head first.

“We need to go back to 1868, then. The year I came back to London to officially become a Templar. The year my whole life changed forever,” she turned to look at her husband, her Jacob, to find the courage in his comforting gaze. For a moment, she didn’t see his candid hair and beard, nor the eyepatch covering his eye, nor the wrinkles that graced his face; for a moment, she saw his twinkling eyes -both sane and as beautiful as they had always been- his dark, unruly hair and that mischievous grin that still sometimes appeared on his lips. She saw him as he was when he stole her heart.“We need to go back to the year I met your father,”

[PREVIOUS CHAPTER - Echoes of The Past]

[NEXT CHAPTER - "Homeward Bound" ]

and I am officially here, presenting you the third chapter of my story!! view, that was a JOURNEY right there!!!

Be ready to say your goodbye to sweet Emmett and Gabriel, for we are heading to 1868 in the next chapter! WOHOOO!! Lots of new characters arriving, and I cannot wait to dive into the next chapters!!

Not gonna lie, I will miss my Starrick-Frye babies, but this isn't going to be the last time you will hear from them!!

Once more, huge huge HUGE THANKS to all my friends for supporting me and for believing in me and in my story, for encouraging me to keep on writing. I love you all so much, THANK YOU FOR ALL YOU HAVE DONE FOR ME.

Melanie Abberline and Magnolia Benson belong to my dear buddy @thatcrazycrowgirl , who was so gracious as to lend them to me for my story (ngl, Melanie and Emmett are kinda my OTP when it comes to the Starrick-Frye children, so I was SUPER HAPPY when she allowed me to insert her in my story! thank you, girl!)

well, UNTIL NEXT TIME!!

--Nemo

[belethlegwen]

Following this phone trend, whats Henry and Mel’s wallpapers?

Melanie's is the view of the sunrise from the beach where she rescued Henry, taken nearly two weeks prior after a very bad night Henry has no idea you can change wall papers at the moment, so it's the standard blue-waves that came with the Samsung. When he does finally figure out you CAN do it, he spends a little while trying to find pictures that work and has a picture of a schooner that looks similar to the Massengale for a while, but when Melanie buys the Swift Landslide and he gets to see it with the sails out in full, he asks her to get a photo of it (Dyna takes one from shore of Melanie managing to really bank a turn) and makes it that.

Thank you for the ask!