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team-sanvich2 · 1 year ago

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Next is Blu Team's Spy, Gérard.

Today's post might be lacking in details, and like the Medic Post, things might not 100% align with the information presented in the picture above, as these are being made with a gap between them.

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Gérard was born in France but immigrated to the States with his mother while he was still a kid. The two ended up in a rather shady part of New York, doing anything that was possible for survival, his mother had become a lady of the night, who would offer services to men who would be found dead by the next day, and the mistress would be seen with her son in some rather expensive clothing, bring him to a nice school and by the end of the year, they managed to move into a nicer apartment, far away from where they were, but Thorned Rose, as she used to be called, refused to stop her business, getting in contact with more rich clients, some took their time to wind up dead, probably trying to get close to her, but she would silence them whenever her little Gérardito would wind up hurt.

The attitude of his mother would sometimes make him question right from wrong, what he was being taught in school was far different from his life at home, where no matter how bad you acted, like when his mother killed her "lovers" and got away with it, as long as it was for good cause, all was well. This would later be applied in his school life, running a small contraband ring inside the building, selling various products to the older students, but also managing to do much more.

The School was a prestigious one, however, with all of its dirt being covered up over a mask of "99% of students managing to go to Havard" when in fact, they were getting bribed by the various rich parents, said students being some of his clients, this went in collision with another issue, students with a less fortunate upbringing were being denied opportunities, and teachers would play favorites with the kids who's parents would be personally add thousands of dollars if their children were to pass their classes.

Gérard gathered and copied what he could find and brought it to an authority figure, his mother, who decimated each one of the parents with evidence but hid the fact that Gérard did most of the digging, and she was very proud of her little "spy".

This cleverness led him through a path of deception, trickery, and lies, but that would build him up to become a detective, one who would not hesitate to gather every information he could about his colleagues, but Gérard had started to work with someone, a fellow French man that had a similar upbringing to his, born in France, had a hard-working mother and was a respected figure in the Station

The two were a wonder duo of sorts, the hardest cases were often entrusted to the two of them, and most would either end in a successful arrest or a shoot-out where the two would walk out of it tired and injured. It was thought that nothing could break the two but, things took a turn once the BLU man met who he thought was the love of his life.

The two met when the woman was working at a diner to help raise her 3 boys, Gérard would often tip the lady before leaving given that she was in a position similar to his mother, who was back in France and would often write to her boy, especially after he said that he and Melinda Delilah started dating and were living together in Boston.

Once there, a wedding ceremony was held and a year later, they had 2 boys together, but things were about to take a turn, Gérard had received a call that he was going to be promoted into a special position in a Secret Services Facility, but it was going to be in Alaska, a desolated place that had become rampant with crime and shady activity, not to mention incredibly dangerous, but now having 5 kids, he took the opportunity and the family moved.

His wife would voice her worries about Gérard being out in the cold often, but he would assure her that everything was okay, and things were going well, the place they were living was nice, and their relationship as a family was going well, but...As a couple? it was a different story.

Perhaps it was due to both being each other's first loves, maybe it was the drastic change in environment, or the jobs Spy was taking for BLU Corp and refused to tell Mell to keep her safe so RED would not target her or their kids, where now 6 at this point with Little Bidwell, but the love between them was deteriorating, in nowadays the man recognizes that perhaps marriage wasn't something neither were seeking or that maybe she wanted something else, and she found it.

Gérard had received an odd visit from his old Detective friend, Gérard was happy to see him and decided to invite him to stay over as no hotel in town was vacant, but it turned out to be a mistake, as Gérard would find his wife absent from their bed, and in his ex-partner's bed.

Matters escalated when Melinda found out she was pregnant, before the men would break out in a fight, the couple simply decided to divorce and go their separate ways. A year after, Gérard caught a strange hooded figure in the front of his house leaving a weird basket, and once he checked inside, there he was, Antonie, a boy who according to a letter inside the basket was his son, Melinda had included in the letter that she sent him there cause she felt horrible, she could not look at the baby without thinking of the man that was her husband through most of her life, but also because he resembled too much the 'other man". Despite her words, Gérard only saw Antonie as his boy, his "faon mignon" (cute fawn from google translate), and his pride and joy.

Unkowst to him, and the RED Spy, Antonie is one of a pair of twins, Jeremy, however, bores more resemblance to Gérard, which causes quite a lot of confusion but, the BLU Father and Son don't care that much, at least...They don't show it a lot.

As for how he meets Yana, this occurs in the events of "Mann VS Machine" in this AU, where RED Heavy's family comes to live with Misha to keep them safe and while the two teams deal with Gray's robots, and Gérard was head over hills for her after she saved him from a nasty fall, and unlike how Jeremy asked Spy for romantic advice, Gérard went to his son who he KNOWS IS DATING and thus asks him for advice.

#art fortress 2 #team fortress 2 #blu team #tf2 au #BLU Spy

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aclaywrites · 10 months ago

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How to fall in love via Deneuve Magazine Personal Ads Circa 1993

❖ Go to your mailbox and see that your latest issue of Deneuve magazine has been delivered. It’s in a plain brown envelope, but you still take it all the way inside the house before you open it.

❖ Take a moment to gaze at the cover and appreciate the fact that it’s named after Catherine Deneuve in honor of her sex scene from The Hunger which awakened us all.

❖ Flip past the first few pages of ads. Do I want to fax away for a brochure about the chance to go on a Kenyan photo safari with the world’s first out lesbian commedienne? What about the Olivia Thanksgiving cruise?

❖ Enjoy the Editor’s Column about how our new President Clinton has pledged to make real progress for the LGBT community. Bask in the warm glow of happiness knowing that the gay dark ages are finally coming to a close.

❖ Chuckle at Alison Bechdel’s ad for the Feminist Bookstore Network and wish you had one of those stores near you.

❖ Keep up with the state of the lesbian nation via the letters to the editor. Aren’t the repressive laws being passed in Oregon and Colorado shocking? Goddess bless that Kentucky baby dyke having to dodge the KKK at her high school 🙁

❖ Read the wedding announcements and get all choked up, remembering why you’re here. Resist the urge to flip to the end and see if there’s anyone new from last month. Hope springs eternal!

❖ Oh, the 20th anniversary of Naiad Press! I love their stuff! Especially how all the covers look like they’re printed with ink that was on sale. I wonder if they have any more copies of that Lesbian Queries book from 1990???

❖ Audre Lorde sure is gonna give them hell at the march on Washington, eh?

❖ So many bookstores. So many books.

❖ An article about Safe Sex! Hell yes! Even though lesbians don’t get AIDS because we’re God’s chosen people, this will be fun to read about in theory! “After all, aren’t we told that lesbians and priests are in the lowest risk category?” lol people thought priests weren’t constantly having gay sex. Simpler times.

❖ An interview with Alison Bechdel! She’s so swoony.

❖ Articles about soap operas, speculation about Hilary Clinton, gossip about Madonna and Sandra Bernhard. And what about Whoopi Goldberg? And that Ellen lady? She’s been on Arsenio Hall acting all cagy about the men in her life. A list of women we wish were gay, including Joan Jett? Didn’t she sing Crimson and Clover without changing pronouns like waaaaay back in the 80s

❖ Music reviews: Sweet Honey in the Rock and Alix Dobkin! We’re almost to the ads…

❖ Labrys jewelry, freedom rings. C’mon, let’s get to the good stuff!

❖ Here we go! Classified ads– 30 words for $20! Queer personal finance, we buy used computers, a lesbian resort in New Hampshire.

❖ Personals at last! Is my woman here?

❖ Hey there’s that woman who has an ad every month expressing her ‘complete and sincere respect for’ women in military, fire, police, private security, corrections’. A gay male ad would say ‘Uniform fetish’ but apparently we’re too delicate.

❖ Bisexual boston babe ‘femalely handsome’ looking for someone who’s ‘nice to look at, not a feminist and not a bitch’. Next!

❖ Lonesome in Wyoming, Bisexual Bodybuilder, Softball is over, time to find someone warm for winter, Reubenesque Arkansas Buddhist…

❖ Find a girl who sounds promising– seems interesting and is not too far away. Spend a day or so composing a letter with a pen and piece of paper introducing yourself. If you don’t have a photo of yourself that you like, have a friend take one. Then finish the roll of film and bring it to the Fotomat and wait a day or so and then pick up the prints and hope you like one of them. Choose one anyway, and put it in the envelope with your letter.

❖ Get a stamp, hang it on the mailbox, never hear anything ever again.

❖ One month later, go to your mailbox and see that your copy of Deneuve has arrived.

#lesbian queries #lesbian query of the day #Deneuve magazine #personal ads #lesbian love #lesbian sex #yay lesbians

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khandiamonds1 · 1 year ago

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that-kid-from-vault-101 · 1 year ago

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The Elder had been relieved when the Minutemen had been amenable to coexistence. He had little doubt that the Brotherhood would win a war with the neo-colonial militia, but they were numerous, ubiquitous in the region, and spread out in such a way that a single hammer strike was exceedingly unlikely to eliminate them, even with their leadership dead. He’d likely have to divert troops from New York to Boston, and it would be a political disaster for years to come.

Aaron exhaled through his nose, and banished these thoughts. It was difficult, the running of tactical possibilities was one of the many things that came naturally to him now. But two wars in the region was more than enough, and it was more than inappropriate to repay the Generals spirit of cooperation with musings over how to destroy them if it came to that.

“Cryostasis.” He repeated the word with a small nod, once more hoping with all of his heart that whoever had decided on Vault-Tecs experiment programs was in a most special place in hell. “My vault was an experiment in what would happen if it never opened. An eternal underground kingdom beneath the Overseer. It didn’t work out that way. My father and I were let into the vault when I was a baby. He was a doctor and they needed him.”

When she held up the second ring he nodded again, his right hand coming from behind his back, his head tilting down to look at where his own wedding band was covered by the armored riot gauntlet. His own father had never remarried, never removed his ring, had spoken of his mother often and fondly. It seemed he was, in more than one way, simply a trajectory echo of Doctor James Sheling.

“Was taken by the Institute.” He finished her sentence, his hand dropping back to his side. There was some tension in the timbre of his voice, something akin to anger flashing in his eyes for a tiny moment. “She’s there, still. Many organizations have sought to kidnap Vault Dwellers as test subjects, due to our DNA being untouched by radiation. If what they were doing was dangerous, or had a fatality rate, they would have taken more people.”

It wasn’t much of a reassurance. But it was spoken with authority, from the mouth of a man of science who knew with certainty how other men of science operated. There was a brief pause.

“It was my father.” He finally contributed his response to the main topic of their conversation. “He was a doctor, a scientist, I don’t know if you’ve heard of Project Purity, but it was of his and my mothers making. He went to finish it, I followed.”

Go. Run!

“He was killed by a group known as the Enclave. Pre-War government remnants. That’s how I joined the Brotherhood. I was nineteen. It’s how I met my wife. She was killed in an ambush, almost seven years ago.”

His words felt inadequate. There was so much to say, about his father, about Sarah, about everything that had led to him standing on this hill. He simply didn’t know where to begin.

“I can’t relate growing up in a vault to growing up pre-war. Having all you know stripped to nothing before you, an N99 shoved into your hand, and being thrust into hell on earth with a purpose? That, I understand.”

@that-kid-from-vault-101 continued from here

♘ ― a thoughtful hum would be her only response at first, her pale blues not once tearing from the scene in the distance. it was an odd thing to say, she couldn't deny that, but to her it was possible that the two leaders had more in common than she first thought. and river never really was good at keeping her thoughts to herself.

accepting his offer so far hadn't been a bad idea as well. while the young woman had been so quick to judge during their arrival, seeing what they could do for the commonwealth and what they wanted to do in order to help humanity survive gave her a new perspective. something that preston suggested. 'we can never have too many allies.' she could almost hear his voice clear as day, causing the corners of her lips to twitch as she tried to withhold smiling to herself. truthfully, the general had heard plenty of things about the elder himself, but prying his past out of anyone had proven to be rather difficult. not that she had been purposefully trying.

being overly curious was just something that came naturally to her. which usually didn't bear too many consequences, that is, until it did. rarely anyone would point out the wedding ring. something she grew thankful for with how painful it could be to relieve the memories of that day, but she couldn't blame him when she had been trying to learn more about him herself.

❝ it was my mom. even after pops died she never did take it off. if there was ever a more accurate display of true love, i'd say it was them. ❞ she lifted her dog tags, a second wedding band dangling from it. it was her fathers, but instead of voicing it she hoped the implication spoke for her as she released the chain and leaned forward to rest her weight on the railing in front of them.

❝ as for those 'rumors'... they're correct. i'm around two hundred and thirty six years old. ice does wonders for the skin apparently. ❞ she jested in hopes of easing a particularly grim topic, but even she knew jokes could only do so much for it.

❝ cryostasis. ❞ river finally said, a grimace briefly flashing on her features and her knuckles turning white from her grip on the metal supporting her.

❝ they wanted to study the long term effects. on unaware subjects. they told us they were decontamination pods. i thought after a few minutes i'd be reunited with my mom and my baby sister. instead, i watched ma get shot and edith... ❞ is the leader of the institute. the words were lodged in her throat and felt almost suffocating, but she swallowed them down. she'd rather not have anyone questioning whether she could do what needed to be done when the time came. ❝ taken. ❞

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jtargaryen18 · 3 years ago

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His Inheritance ~ Chapter 7

Part 7: A Charade

Series Masterlist

Words: 3k

Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Warnings: References to mafia families. References to arranged marriage. Potentioal infidelity. References to crime family violence. Coercion. This is a dark fic. Please read responsibly.

Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and darker themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown and tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.

Summary: For @alexakeyloveloki. Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

A/N: To answer a few of those questions, to give a little more information on Steve’s family and life before, and to set up a showdown...

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“Good morning,” his voice was a low purr in your ear, pulling you from an uneasy sleep.

Your gaze landed on the ring on your finger first, the sapphire just a couple of shades darker than Steve’s eyes.

When you glanced up, you found him sitting on the edge of your bed. The muted gray morning light filtering in through the windows couldn’t hide how tired he looked. Was he still wearing the same clothes from last night?

One large hand smoothed over your shoulder, his touch warm through the thin sleeve of your nightgown. His gaze moving over your lips made you wonder if he was remembering the kiss you shared last night too.

“Did you sleep at all?” Steve asked quietly.

You shook your head. Fear of the unknown kept you from doing anything but dozing off here and there. You’d heard the voices and steps of his men on the stairs beyond your room all night, a couple of times you’d heard shouting outside, saw the beams from flashlights through your window.

“Is Clint okay?” you asked him. You didn’t know the man, but he’d been kind to you.

Steve’s gaze dropped, he nodded. “It didn’t look good at first, but he’s going to make it.”

You remember the glances exchanged between Clint and Natasha last night when Steve and her husband were out of the room. There was something between them. Was Natasha out of her mind with worry right now?

“I’m going to keep extra men here at the house until the wedding,” Steve explained, his expression sober. “There’s no reason to believe right now that you’re in any danger, but I don’t want to be careless here.”

What did that even mean?

You tried not to dwell on the situation. Were you in danger because you were being forced to marry the mob boss? Because of who your father was?

Trying to push it out of your mind, you sighed. You tried to ignore how good that possessive touch on your shoulder felt. Your eyes were still blurry from sleep, but you glanced up at him.

“The stylists are coming back in a couple of hours,” Steve told you, smiling. “Dyson is going to give you away?”

“I don’t have anyone else,” you reminded him.

The smile faded, but he wasn’t giving up. “Nat and a couple of her friends are going to be in your bridal party. I’m vetting the three of them from families I know. The stylists are stopping at Nat’s first to do those fittings and then they’ll be here.”

You didn’t know Nat’s friends. You barely knew her though you hoped she was okay right now.

“Nat’s a good sister,” Steve told you. “She’ll be a good sister to you too.”

You hoped so. At least you’d have someone there for you besides Dyson who you could talk to, who would understand. Just maybe you’d be a confidant for her too if she needed one.

You nodded, not knowing what to say to that.

“Give any thought to what I asked you last night?” Steve pushed on.

Which part? Obeying him? Giving him a chance?

“It won’t always be like this,” Steve told you, moving his hand from his shoulder to the bed behind you. He leaned close, his lips close to yours. While you were pretty sure he was wearing the same clothes from last night, you could smell the mint of his toothpaste. “Once we’re married, once I’ve taken control of the families, things will settle. Things will seem a lot less like a military state.”

“What will it be like?” you had to ask. Would you be able to leave the house? Go places? Even the monthly trips you were allowed to take when your father still lived involved you leaving at night until you reached New York City.

Steve had a different answer in mind. His lips claimed yours in a way your sleepy mind wasn’t ready for. He pressed you carefully into the bed as he tasted you, his hands sliding over your shoulders and back. You were still struggling to catch up when he pulled away to gaze into your eyes.

“I’ve got to go into the city to take care of some business,” he said after a moment, looking very much like he wanted to stay right there with you. “You can go wherever you want in the house but make sure Dyson knows where you are.”

At least you weren’t confined to your room. You nodded.

“If you need anything, Dyson will get it for you,” he said meaningfully. “There’s no scenario where you need to leave this house until the wedding. Even if there wasn’t two feet of snow on the ground.”

“How would I leave?” you mumbled, still trying to shake off the cobwebs of sleep. “I don’t have a car.”

Not since he’d claimed everything that was yours as his own.

The look in his blue eyes was grave. “I need you to understand. For your own safety, I don’t even want you outside the house.”

“Afraid I’ll make another run for it?” you chided him.

No humor entered his expression. “I was lenient with you that time.” Pressing another kiss to your cheek, his hand slid down to pat your ass. “Do what I say.”

It was a warning you should have heeded.

What you did was doze off now that things were calm, and Steve had told you that he didn’t think you were in any immediate danger. Dyson’s frantic knock on your bedroom door woke you up, had you scrambling to snatch your phone off your bedside table. It was almost noon.

Fuck! Had Steve said something about the stylists coming back over?

Dyson called your name, sounded panic. “The stylists are on their way,” he went on.

“Yeah, okay,” you muttered, sitting up and scrubbing your hands over your face. You plucked your robe from the chair of your vanity and pulled it on, meeting Dyson at your door. “I’ll jump in the shower. Sorry.”

The look on his face. Something was up.

“Is something wrong?” you asked him, hoping he was okay. Dyson was in the same age range as your father had been. He was really your only friend right now.

Walking past you into your room, he sighed, wringing his thick hands in front of him.

“I realize things were emotional last night when we all talked about the wedding,” Dyson began slowly. “I offered to walk you down the aisle but if you’re not okay with that or…”

Blowing out a relieved sigh, you hugged him. “I’m so happy that you’re giving me away.” You meant it. “I think my father would be happy about that too.”

Dyson squeezed you before stepping back. “Just wanted to make sure before I had a suit made, you know. I didn’t want to assume.”

You had to laugh. “Considering I slept in, I’m grateful. Fitting you will give them something to do so I can get a shower and a bite to eat.”

Dyson looked happier now, went off to wait for the troop of talkative ladies. You grabbed a shower, scrambling to get dressed once you were done. You were in such a hurry as you pulled on your jeans and grabbed a sweater, you didn’t immediately notice Natasha sitting at the chair of your vanity. You yelped when you noticed her.

“I’m sorry,” she rose from the chair, her hands calming on your arms when she reached you. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Well, she had. And as you finished pulling on your sweater, you remembered Clint…

“What are you doing here?” you had to ask.

Oh, her expression was clouded with worry and the shadows under her eyes told you that she probably slept less than you had.

“I need a friend,” she said simply.

So did you. You listened.

Nat’s gaze dropped, her exhale seemed loud in the quiet of the room.

“Look, someone shot Clint last night,” she explained. “I’ve been in love with him since I was twelve.”

So you were right… Your heart sank as you waited.

“I was supposed to marry your brother originally,” she went on. “You knew that. Three years ago, I was married to Bruce.”

You didn’t miss her choice of words. “Why didn’t you marry Clint?”

Nat’s eyes were glossy with tears, but her expression was composed. “He’s just a soldier. Steve said he wasn’t established enough to marry the boss’s sister.”

“Seriously?” What was wrong with the lot of them? “I’m really sorry.”

And you were. Like her, you were being married off to someone not of your choosing. And that was bad enough. What if you never wanted to marry at all?

But to love someone else in that situation? It was hard to fathom.

“I don’t have much time,” she said abruptly. “I need to see him. I need to know that he’s alright… But for obvious reasons…”

“Steve would be that angry if you went to the hospital to see Clint?” That pissed you off. From what Steve told you this morning, he could have died.

“Not Steve,” Natasha corrected.

Oh. Oh. It was Bruce then.

“You can help me,” Nat told you meaningfully.

“How?” You didn’t have a car. Hell, Steve didn’t want you leaving the house.

“I followed the stylists here because there was a change I really wanted to make to my dress for the wedding,” she explained quickly. “I thought it would be a great excuse for me and you to visit, get to know each other.”

“And then?” you wanted to know.

“We’re going to come up with a health scare, something… some reason I have to take you to the hospital,” Nat threw in.

“Me?” Wait. “Why me?”

“It’s too obvious if I do it,” she told you. “It has to be you.”

“I’m not supposed to leave the house,” you told her in a panic. “I’m serious. He said he didn’t even want me on the grounds outside the house until the wedding.”

That made her pause, her expression darkened. She nodded, thinking it over.

“Maybe this is a bad idea,” she said then. “I just…” When she started blinking back tears, you pulled her into a hug. When she broke down and started crying on your shoulder, your heart cracked. She really was scared and unable to be with the man she loved right now…

You took a deep breath. What’s the worst thing that can happen?

That was assuming you could manage to fool Dyson. Or Steve.

Steve only knew what Dyson knew about you. And you’d never been sick once in the man’s presence in the two plus years he’d lived at your house. You had no health issues of any kind. You took no medications.

What the hell were you going to do?

Well, maybe she had a plan… Easing back from her, you nodded. You just hoped you didn’t end up regretting this. You also hoped she’d be as willing to help you one day when you needed it.

“How do we do this?” you asked her.

Her pretty eyes widened in hope, had her reaching into the pocket of her jeans for a small clear bag with two white pills.

Wait.

“Take these,” Nat told you quietly looking around to see if you had a water glass.

The idea of a drug had you pausing. “What is that?”

“Oh,” Nat sensed your discomfort. “It’s just Niacin. A vitamin supplement. In high doses, it creates a flush effect. It mimics a fever.”

Niacin? Okay, that didn’t sound so bad.

“It’s a little uncomfortable because it makes your skin burn and itch, but it doesn’t last more than an hour or so.” Grabbing your half-full glass of water from the bedside table, she held it and the capsules to you. “It will last long enough for me to justify a trip to the ER.”

You took the capsules from her. Still. “What about Steve?”

“Steve’s not going to be happy,” Nat told you what you already knew. “But I’m going to try and keep the blame on me. They’ll look you over in the ER. No harm done. I was just looking after my future sister-in-law.”

“He’ll be suspicious,” you pointed out.

“Don’t I know it. But it’s nothing he can prove.”

You hoped she was right. You took the pills out of the bag, popped them into your mouth, and chased them down with water.

Nat went to the window. “The stylists are here,” she pointed out. “They’ll start with Dyson and here in a few minutes, it’s show time.”

You nodded, trying to focus on breathing.

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When his phone hummed in his jacket, Steve fished it out. Maybe it was an update from his guys with an update on the hit on Clint last night. Maybe it was the confirmation from Bruce that her father’s estate was signed, sealed, delivered.

Steve really needed to check in with Dyson, see how things were at home. His mind had been pulled back to talking to her this morning more than it should have been…

The text was none of things. It was from her.

Steve needed to do something about that.

Katerina.

Kat had been Steve’s “friend” since just before he found out the truth about his future wife. Her sister Paulina was Bruce’s long-standing girlfriend which is how Steve even met her.

Kat was gorgeous and exotic. She made herself available to him any time of the day or night and he had to admit, she was good in bed.

She was also moody and restless with an ambition that he’d somewhat admired at first. Now it left him feeling resigned on a good day, defensive on the rest. Steve had never rose tinted her world with stories of how things would be between them. He’d paid her very well for her availability and the convenience the arrangement offered him, for the limits seeing him imposed on her life.

Kat met his needs with discretion. She wasn’t allowed to see other men while seeing him. He’d always told her that if that situation should change, if she found someone, he’d end their agreement amicably. Steve never had to worry that she could hurt his position because he never told her about his business. He had no reason to.

He’d told her about his forthcoming nuptials from the beginning.

K: I could make us dinner tonight.

The text was sent ten minutes before.

K: I haven’t seen you in almost 3 weeks.

The last time was a week before he’d moved his fiancee into his house.

Blowing out an exhale, Steve resolved to meet with Kat one last time. To end things. He’d already had Bruce put together a nice severance for her. It would be enough for her to live comfortably for the next six months.

It was all he wanted out of one last meeting with Kat.

Steve typed out a simple response.

S: I’ll be around at 6. Does that work for you?

He didn’t plan to be there long. Aside from the deal Bruce had put together on his behalf, he’d be sincere in his thanks. Steve had been demanding in bed at times over the last couple of years and she’d accommodated him, always.

Steve smirked as he stared out the window overlooking the city.

Kat had never known that most of their time together Steve had pictured another woman’s face.

And now that woman was under his roof, set to marry him in less than a week’s time. She’d been the star of his erotic dreams in the dark of so many nights. It was all he could do to wait for the wedding. She was so close now…

As he waited for Sam to come around for their lunch, his phone hummed again in his hand. Steve expected an answer from Kat.

What he didn’t expect was a call from one of his men.

“Yes?”

“Hey, I’m sorry to disturb you,” Neal said calmly. Steve had assigned him to the hospital, to manage a group of his men there to protect Clint.

The greeting was intended to let Steve know he’d want to be alone for the conversation. Fortunately, he was.

“Speak.” What was this?

“Your sister just arrived here at the hospital,” he explained.

Blowing out a frustrated exhale, Steve shook his head. Natasha knew better than this. If Bruce found out…

“There’s more,” Neal went on. “Your fiancée is with her.”

“What?” Steve couldn’t have heard that right.

“Natasha brought her in to the ER,” Neal explained slowly. “She’s fine. They’re running tests but I don’t think they’re going to find anything.”

Steve was livid. That Nat came up with a reason to try to see Clint at the hospital? He was not surprised.

That she’d involved his girl in her charade? Endangered her right now when things were balanced on the edge of a knife?

Did his sister have any fucking clue how many things could go wrong right now? The damage she could have caused?

“What would you like us to do?” Neal’s voice was steady.

Steve forced himself to focus. Pissed as he was, he needed to make solid decisions.

“Double our numbers down there,” he said. Barnes would be watching for such an opportunity. “Stay on both of them, but don’t make them aware of your presence.”

“I understand.” Steve could hear the background noise of the hospital while Neal paused. “Your sister?”

“Don’t alert my brother-in-law,” Steve instructed him. Nat was damn lucky it was Neal. His man was good at keeping his mouth shut. “Get her back home as quietly as you can.”

“Understood… And your fiancée?”

“I’m on my way,” Steve told him. “Make sure nothing happens to her until I get there.”

“I swear it,” Neal told him.

With all his plans for the day upended, and he was still looking for answers on the hit on Clint, Steve stormed out of his office. He asked his secretary to call Sam and offer his excuses for canceling their lunch date last minute.

Steve would deal with his sister’s latest stupid stunt. And then? He’d deal with his fiancée.

He’d told her this morning that he didn’t want her even walking around the grounds of their home. What part of that was in any way unclear?

It was as good a time as any to start educating his young bride. If she was lucky? She’d be sitting comfortably again by their wedding.

#His Inheritance #Somebody's in trouble

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livingmybestfakelife · 2 years ago

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Travelin’ Woman

gifs by @kojiandrew @peakyblinded @thepeakygurl

It was almost time for your father’s annual fund raiser ball, one that has been thrown by your family as far back as 1870. The YLN family is one of the most popular and well connected old money families in America, mainly in both politics and merchandising. With a background like yours image was everything, it was one of your families many god given gifts, nice hair, skin and sense of style came with the signature YLN brand.

As much as your father attempted to keep you tamed and under his thumb, you couldn’t be bothered to let yourself be obsessed with the family business and possibly taking over one of the many positions one day. You despised the stuffiness of it all and instead enjoyed being one of the most eligible bachelorettes in Boston and even all of America. Mothers desperately wanted you to notice their sons and prepared the young men into making sure that they knew as much about you as they could to possibly woo you, the most half of them gotten close to getting was one date. You weren’t ready to settle down and have a media circus of a wedding to a man also apart of an affluent family.

“You plan on proposing to her again tonight, you do realize that she will say no again?”

“She’ll give in one day, I just know it”

“And what if she’s already snatched up by that pretty boy newspaper heir from Boston by then?”

Arthur chimed in, he chuckled at the way his brother and Jack were going nuts over one woman, one who he never thought would make his little brother look like such a fool. He knew you had good looks and a charismatic personality don’t get him wrong, but he thought Tommy was stronger than that and would fight it, but stranger things have happened.

“Fucking hell…you serious?”

“Very, you should’ve seen his face when we showed up to his office to have a talk with him, he knew he didn’t have a choice but to expose his secret…I kinda feel sorry for the poor bloke”

“Well he sure does put on a good ladies man act, you gents were ready to give him a long dirt nap…well who else knows besides us three?”

“Just God”

Nathan had begged them not to tell anyone, that he didn’t mean for it to look like he was your next boyfriend for however many years. It surprised him that they decided to keep it between all of them, Tommy believed that what a man does in his personal life was his own business, and Jack, though a devout Catholic and conservative man felt pretty much the same way and left it be, as long as his reasoning for being so close to you was obviously nothing more than a genuine friendship, he couldn’t bother to care who he really was.

A knock on the double glass doors of the back of the pub interrupted their conversation, Arthur opened it to see a man he never seen before, smartly dressed with a fur coat.

“And who the fuck are you mate? You got an invitation to be back here or something?”

“Arthur it’s alright, state your name and the reason for you being here, I’m sure you saw the big sign on the door outside that the pub is closed”

“I came to speak with a Mr. Thomas Shelby and Mr. Jack Nelson, I believe Jack is the American one”

“That I am, who wants to know?”

He walks in further into the room with his hands up in surrender, he gives them a slight smirk and gestures to the table.

“May I have a seat? I promise I come in peace”

Tommy nods and the man goes to sit, he looks at the three men, studying them in a way.

“The reason of my visit is it discuss a common issue”

“That being?”

“YN YLN”

Jack perks up and leans forward, ready to pounce just in case this mysterious gentleman lied about coming in peace.

“What about her?”

“Well Mr. Nelson…she owes me a wedding ring, a signed marriage certificate and at least three children”

“Ohhhh fucking hell you too?” Arthur laughs at the man who sounds exactly like what his brother has been whining about all of these years about you, he stops his moment of amusement when Tommy glares at him.

“My name is Brilliant Chang, I met YN in London at one of my restaurants that I had just opened back in 1913, that woman…that woman knew that she had me the moment she and I locked eyes, we had our fun together, as the both of you know, and just when I began to talk about us finally becoming serious she gave me some bullshit excuse about how she couldn’t give me what I wanted, that she wasn’t that kind of woman, you can imagine how pissed I was when I found out recently that she popped out two children for you and one for Mr. Shelby, you couldn’t get her marry you no, but even I couldn’t even get her to quit flushing out my sperm after we fucked”

He slammed his fist on the table, clearly enraged with how you dogged him and easily moved on from it, the room was silent as he went to light himself a cigarette, his breathing still at a fast rate.

“Mr. Chang I don’t know where your mindset is right now, but you look ready to kill”

“If it wasn’t for her being a mother I would consider it” is what he wanted to say but he knew he couldn’t, they could easily pump him full of lead for even thinking about hurting you.

“No…how could I ever want to hurt the only woman I’ve ever truly loved?”

He stands up and heads towards the door to leave, but not before one last say.

“Look at us huh, how can one woman make all of us crazy? All the women walking this fucking Earth but she’s the one we’re fighting over? You think she has a spell on us or something?”

“She doesn’t need to Mr. Chang, those YLN women have a talent of turning all of their men into fools”

He chuckles and walks out of the pub with the room still heavy with tension.

“YN YLN…the rabbit hole goes deep with that woman innit?” Arthur says to himself but loud enough that it the other two could hear him, he himself goes to leave the room to poor himself a drink, he’s heard enough sap to write a romance novel about for today.

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #tommy shelby imagine #jack nelson #jack nelson imagine #brilliant chang

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zablife · 3 years ago

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Little Harlot (Part 7)

Jack Nelson x Scarlett Shelby (OC)

Summary: John’s twin sister is a battle-hardened WWI field nurse who shares her brothers’ philosophy that every day back home is extra. In a bid to curb her disastrous thrill-seeking, Tommy sends her to Boston to keep her out of trouble and handle legitimate business. Tommy’s plan backfires when she meets rival gangster, Jack Nelson.

Author’s Note: The story is told with flashbacks, which I’ve listed with dates. Nearing the end of this fic, probably 1 or 2 more parts to go.

Warnings: language, violence, mention of murder, suicidal ideology

Moodboard credit: the lovely @shelbydelrey

Little Harlot Masterlist (Parts 1-6)

Boston, December 1925

The phone rang in Scarlett’s apartment, the sound reverberating around the room and returning to drum painfully at her skull. She stumbled to the phone to take it off the hook, but when she picked up, she heard Tommy’s voice on the other end. “Scarlett….Scarlett?” a distant voice called to her. She was still fatigued from her recovery and in her daze she couldn’t be sure if this was a dream.

After her banishment, Tommy knew better than to provoke his estranged sister. The only way they made their business partnership work was to treat one another as strangers with Lizzie acting as a buffer.

Scarlett spoke to Lizzie more than any member of her own family these days. Scarlett hadn’t been invited to Tommy’s wedding to Grace, a woman she barely knew. When John protested about Scarlett being kept from a family function, Polly had sent a telegram informing her and Scarlett hadn’t replied.

In her fragile state, Scarlett held the receiver carefully as though it might bite, “Tom?” She asked unsure if this was really her brother.

The line crackled for a moment before she heard Tommy implore, “Don’t hang up…please.” Scarlett knew the call must be important if he was ringing her directly. She gave her full attention as Tommy explained, “I’ve had a card, Scartlett. Arthur and John have had one as well. It’s a Black fucking Hand, the New York mafia is coming for all of us. They’ll be sending a small unit of men to England, but most of their soldiers are closest to you.”

Scarlett’s stomach dropped as she began piecing together the past few days, but she didn’t dare tell Tommy. She was intent on keeping her problems hidden from him. With false bravado, she retorted, “Fuck, Tommy, that sounds like family advice. Didn’t think that’s what I was to you anymore.”

Without responding to her sharp words, Tommy continued, “Get on the next boat home where you can be protected. If you leave now you can be home by Boxing Day,” he said trying to keep a business like tone, but failing to hid his concern. He knew he had made too many mistakes in the past for her to forgive him, but he didn’t want to see his sister hurt or killed.

Scarlett bristled at his orders and, on instinct, challenged her older brother with her usual arrogant self-confidence.

“You can’t be serious, Tommy. We own the ropes. Whose going to hang us now? We’re the Peaky fucking Blinders!”

Scarlett heard a muffled sound as Tommy sighed into the phone, “Fuck…that’s what John said.” Tommy couldn’t believe how much she and John thought alike.

“Look, we’re not the Peaky fucking Blinders unless we’re all together so talk to John and both of you get home, alright? You’re the only one he listens to,” Tommy said appealing to her protective instinct over her twin.

At the mention of John, Scarlett softened. She knew how stubborn he could be and if the Italians had already come for her, she secretly knew Tommy was right that the mafia wouldn’t stop until they were all dead.

“Alright, I’ll do it for John,” she agreed.

“Good,” Tommy said with a sigh of relief.

She heard the line go dead and stood holding the receiver, trying to picture a second chance at her life in Small Heath.The move was probably for the best as she had no desire to stay in Boston now that she knew the truth. While she couldn’t deny that Jack was her one true love, she didn’t know how she could have him when he already belonged to someone else.

Between unsuccessful attempts to contact John, Scarlett packed. She attempted to harden her heart, but she was quickly betrayed by thoughts of being held in Jack’s arms. Upset with herself for being unable to disentangle her emotions from her rational mind, she angrily threw away his favorite perfume.

In one final act of severing ties, she sat down at her vanity to pen a farewell note that would make it clear to Jack she had no intention of being his mistress anymore.

It read, “Jack, Loving you is hard, being here is harder so I’m sailing away. Go home to your wife.”

It would be another three days before Jack received the note from the doorman and Jack realized he would have to let her go.

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London, 1933

Jack entered the lavish ballroom with hesitation, adjusting his cufflinks and smoothing his hair with nervous energy. He disliked the stuffy affairs the British aristocracy held in their enormous mansions, wishing he were back home in Boston. As he rounded the corner, he was met with the surprising sight of his former lover, dressed in a gold floor length gown, standing with her hand on the arm of a dapper gentleman.

Jack approached slowly not wishing to startle Scarlett. It had been seven long years since they had seen one another. He stared at her openly, wondering what course of events had brought her here. When he reached the small circle of couples, Jack nodded to everyone politely before introducing himself. The men extended their hands one at a time for a firm handshake.

When Jack got around to Scarlett’s man, Colin introduced himself and Scarlett as Lord and Lady Becker. Scarlett looked on as though nothing unusual was happening and Jack wondered if she even remembered him. After a few minutes of polite conversation, Colin escorted Scarlett to the other side of the room and Jack was left with the remaining group of nobles.

All evening, he watched as Scarlett criss crossed the room on the arm of her baron. He noticed, however, that she rarely smiled. This observation saddened him more than he would have liked to admit and he knew he had to steal her away if only for a moment to learn the truth about her new life. That opportunity came sooner than he expected as he noticed Scarlett excuse herself and walk down the long hallway leading to the gardens.

Quickly following after her, Jack called out “Scarlett” once to see if she would turn. Jack was relieved when she stopped and turned toward him, but her face remained impassive.

“I’ve been trying to talk to you all evening, doll. How have you been?” Jack asked with genuine interest.

“I’m fine, thank you, but my husband won’t be pleased to see me talking to another man,” she advised.

“Why is that?” Jack asked with a furrowed brow.

“He can’t afford a scandal. His family is very well-respected,” Scarlett explained affecting an air of boredom.

“I don’t want to interfere with your life, Scarlett. I just want to know if you’re content,” Jack asked with urgency knowing she might decide to walk away at any moment.

“Of course, Colin provides me with every luxury. I’m very well taken care of,” she replied icily.

“That’s not what I meant. Are you happy?” Jack pressed.

Instead of answering she posed a question to him, “Why are you here, Jack?”

“I’m taking meetings with a few MPs to get insight for President Roosevelt,” he replied proudly.

Scarlett seemed impressed by the clout he had gained and nodded approvingly. Seeing that he had her attention once more, he ventured another personal question.

“Do you have children with him, Scarlett?” Jack asked softly, almost desperate.

“Never tried to,” she said matter-of-factly.

“You must have found the only man in England who doesn’t want to sleep with you then,” Jack quipped, laughing uneasily.

“Two,” she replied quickly.

“Two what?” Jack asked confused.

“He has a lover, so there are at least two men in England who don’t want to sleep with me,” she said dryly, taking a sip of her champagne while Jack took a moment to grasp her meaning.

“So this is all just for show?” Jack asked gesturing toward her.

“It’s easier this way, living without attachments,” Scarlett explained with an air of melancholy.

“You deserve so much more than that,” Jack answered looking pained.

“I heard the news of your wife’s death. I’m sorry she had to be collateral damage in our war,” Scarlett said, a bit of warmth and humanity returning to her voice.

“Thank you, it helps to know that your family took care of Luca in the end,” Jack said quietly, thinking of the revenge killing for the first time in years.

After Jack had made an attempt on Luca’s life to avenge Scarlett, Luca survived and came after Maggie. His men shot her five times in the chest one day while she walked home with the dry cleaning. Jack had felt an odd sense of relief afterwards, but hated himself for causing the death of an innocent person.

Jack remained deep in thought as another man approached silently as though he had been stalking them. He interrupted with an arrogance befitting the English nobility. Jack couldn’t stand pricks like him and usually did a poor job of concealing his contempt.

“Good evening, Lady Becker,” the man said with a grin Jack could only describe as evil. His mustache curled slightly above his shining teeth making him look more like he was baring fangs than smiling.

“Good evening, Sir Mosley,” Scarlett said cooly.

“Won’t you introduce me to your American friend?” he asked looking Jack up and down with a sneer.

“This is Mr. Jack Nelson from Boston. He’s an advisor to President Roosevelt,” Scarlett replied with practiced detachment. She looked away knowing Mosley would needle Jack in the abrasive manner he used to intimidate people.

“Since the end of Prohibition in your country, I understand that Boston has become embroiled in drug wars, Mr. Nelson. I hope your president has chosen his counsel wisely, he will undoubtedly need it,”Mosley said.

“We’re not all sinners, Mr. Mosley,” Jack said with a smirk.

“Sir Mosley,” he corrected, “I know our titles are confusing to you yanks, but do try to show proper respect while you’re a guest in our country,” he said adjusting his pocket square.

Jack seethed at the distasteful way he was being spoken to, but controlled his emotions in front of Scarlett. He wanted her to see that he had changed.

“Of course, my mistake,” Jack said through gritted teeth. He was trying his best to swallow his pride despite extreme provocation.

“Well, I imagine if you know Lady Becker you’re beyond reproach,” Mosley said turning to Scarlett once more. “I’ll bid you both a pleasant evening,” he said excusing himself. Mosley turned to Scarlett to kiss her gloved hand and Jack felt ill at the sight. In truth, the whole conversation had unsettled him.

“Good evening, Sir Mosley,” Scarlett said with a tilt of her chin.

“How do you know him, Scarlett?” Jack asked with concern as Mosley disappeared into the gardens.

“He’s a friend, of course,” Scarlett replied sounding distant.

“I don’t like him. He’s arrogant and rude,” Jack declared.

“Reminds me of someone else I know,” Scarlett said moving to straighten Jack’s bowtie.

“Tell me you don’t have business with that asshole?” Jack said, voice laced with worry.

“Don’t concern yourself, darling, I know exactly what I’m doing,” Scarlett said adjusting her gloves and taking her leave back down the corridor. As the music from the ballroom echoed back to him, Jack wondered what Scarlett had gotten herself into now.

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Birmingham, January 1926

Everyone stood quietly in front of John’s funeral pyre as Jeremiah spoke the words she dreaded, “In the bleak midwinter…” The sound of his deep voice faded away on the wind as Scarlett watched Arthur light the fire at the base of the brightly-colored vardo, logs popping and crackling as the flames spread. The events of the day seemed too surreal for her to comprehend. She knew John wanted to go on the smoke, but she had to turn away. She was unable to to watch knowing it would all turn to ash, erasing all evidence of her twin forever.

Scarlett found she had no more tears left after the day she learned of John’s death. She had arrived in Birmingham on Boxing Day, as Tommy predicted, one day too late to warn her brother. She felt numb in the beginning wanting to see for herself before she could believe he was really gone. Although Polly tried to keep her from seeing his bullet-riddled corpse, Scarlett insisted with such ferocity no one dared fight her.

Seeing his lifeless body in the morgue, Scarlett was filled with an unrelenting sense of guilt and aching remorse. Perhaps if she had told Tommy about the attack on her, he would have gathered everyone sooner. John might still be alive. She tormented herself with this one thought until an uncontrollable anger burst forth.

She yelled out into the eerily quiet space, “Why did you have to be so bloody stubborn? I hate you! I fucking hate you!” She said beating at her own chest before knocking a table of instruments to the ground. The reverberating clang was the only sound as she sobbed, shoulders shaking with the agonizing force of her grief.

Now she stood at his funeral, trying to remember her brother as he was, how broad his smile could be when he joked and how his blue eyes twinkled with mischief. She found it easier to tell herself he was elsewhere living the carefree, happy life he deserved in the country. The thought would not take root, however, as she felt the weight of the Shelby curse acutely that day.

The bitter cold nipped at her nose and cheeks, pulling her back to the horrible reality she had yet to fully accept. All she could see in her mind now was her brother laid to rest in his finest suit, the paleness of his skin in stark contrast to the dark wool. In the wake of Esme’s departure, she had been the one to gather his photographs, military uniform and metals, going about her work vacantly.

As the orange flames grew higher around the old vardo, a gunshot rang out. Everyone dove for cover although there was little to hide behind in the open field. Scarlett covered her ears waiting, secretly hoping, for a gunshot to rip through her as well before Tommy called out to the group.

“At ease! At ease!” He motioned to the men raising their rifles instructing, “Do not return fire! Stand down! The men doing the firing are on our side.” Scarlett lifted her head to look around and noticed Polly searching wildly as well, a worried look on her face. Polly obviously had no knowledge of this and neither did Scarlett.

“Who’s dead, Tommy?” Polly asked suspiciously.

“Our enemies. I instructed Aberama Gold where to stand for the best shot,” Tommy explained.

Scarlett stood up to face her brother, black veil blowing across her face to hide the seething rage that built beneath the surface of her burning cheeks.

“You used our brother’s funeral as a fucking beacon and us as the bait! How dare you!” She screamed, lunging toward him and hitting his upper body with frantic punches.

Tommy stood still accepting her blows before reaching out to grab her. Holding her still thrashing body, he said lowly, “Scarlett, you have to trust me. Two of our enemies are dead now. That’s how it works, they take one of ours, we take two of theirs.” His attempt to justify his actions did not sit well with Scarlett, however.

“When did we vote on that as a family, Tommy?” She searched his face only to see him roll his eyes at her.

“That was a fine speech you gave earlier about God sparing you, but what have you done with the extra time he gave you, eh? Look at all you’ve done to harm this family since you came home. Well, you’ve gone too far this time and I won’t ever trust you again!” Scarlett broke free of his grasp spitting at his feet.

“You’re welcome to leave and go it alone, but this is your best chance for survival,” Tommy said in a monotone.

“Says Tommy and his parliament of one.” she hissed, stalking away with Ada chasing after her.

When Ada caught up with her older sister she begged, “Don’t leave, Scarlett, please. I couldn’t bear to lose another sibling.” Her words stopped Scarlett for a moment and Ada took the opportunity to offer, "You can stay with me.” She pressed a key into Scarlett’s shaking hands as she promised, “We won’t be here forever. When this is all settled, we’ll go to London, just the two of us.” Scarlett considered it before replying with determination, “As long as I don’t have to see Tommy again.” Ada nodded in agreement.

Turning back to where her brother stood, Scarlett said ominously, “No peace for you ever, Tommy!” Her voice breaking with emotion.

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fratboykate · 3 years ago

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So how does it go in the Frat AU when the parents meet? All I have come up with so far is that Kate's Dad is Creepy on Main over Alexei in the way that Rich Upper Class dudes can be about men who perform their idea of masculinity (like Romans with gladiators).

Well, I mean...Kate's parents basically shut her out after her dad's wedding. They don't kick her out of the wedding for aPpEaRaNcEs but it went exactly how Kate knew it would.

Her little sister has a phone now so it's hard for them to cut her out from her entirely like they did when she was younger but it's pretty much silent treatment from them. They stop paying her cards so Kate has to tap into her trust fund to live until she can graduate and get a real job.

Yelena feels fucking awful because she basically twisted Kate's arm into this but Kate is like "nah it was kinda time that they faced reality. Won't say it doesn't suck cuz it's hard to have to do acrobatics to see my sister but like...I'm not really missing out much with my parents."

Kate's brother ODs a few months later and they don't let her go to the hospital which is ROUGH and fucked up and she'll never forgive them for it. But that's the kind of petty shit the Bishop family does and why she's thankful to be away from them.

Fast forward a literal two years. They have built a life together. Kate has a real job and she's good at it. She graduated from her elite circle at Columbia so her prospects were amazing to begin with and she grew up in this one percenter group with top notch connections she could leverage anyway so she had no real issue finding a job without her father. She's a management analyst at a huge firm and is making a comfy six figures. BUT...PLOT TWIST they've been doing long distance for hot second now. Kate found this job is New York and Yelena always had a verrryyyy clear path for her life.

Yelena knew she wanted MIT then Harvard. It's a four hour drive between New York and Boston. They can do that. No problem. EASY. Except they braved the masters at MIT and Yelena just got accepted into her PhD at Harvard and she's starting to waver. Long distance is taking a toll on her and she doesn't know that she can keep doing the whole "seeing Kate one or two weekends a month...if their schedules line up" thing. It sucks too much whenever one of them has to go back.

Kate can sense shit is going wrong and "taking a break" has left Yelena's mouth more than once which is...uh...the opposite of what Kate wants to do since Kate just bought a fucking ring and has it stashed in her office desk. So while Kate's got most of her dumbassery out of her system in college there's some that lingers in her DNA and she's like "MASTER PLAN: if I get my hyper homophobic Republican parents, your ultra liberal parents, and us in the same room and I propose there's no way you can say no and this will all be great. We will be OKAY!" Flawless plan Kate. Not a damn thing can go wrong when you plan on ambushing four different sets of people at the same time.

Like.......her mom and dad can't stand each other so she rings up each of them individually and is like "mother/father...long time no speak...dinner on (x date)? :)" It's a hard pitch with her parents and particularly to get them both to be available on the same date but she makes it work. Then she rings up Melina and Alexei. Piece of cake. Then...Yelena. Yelena is like "I can't come to NYC. I have a guest lecturer in town that weekend and I need to go to. It's like 40% of my grade. Can't miss it. If you're free come here." And Kate is like SWEATING at this point. No way she's going to get her parents to move this date. Genius Kate idea? She's going to kidnap her girlfriend. She's done it before. She's not above doing it again. She recruits Franny and Greer. They walk into Yelena's apartment and she's like:

"Babe...what are you..."

*hood over her head and Kate ties her hands together then her feet*

"Kate...WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"Sorry, but I NEED you in New York today."

Mind you, it's a fucking four hour drive between New York and Boston and Yelena is LIVID in the back seat while tied up so you can imagine how that went for Kate.

They get to Kate's apartment and Kate is like...

"I'm going to untie you now but only if you promise not to kill me."

"Killing you is the least of your fucking worries, Kate."

"Okay, so I'm explaining first then untying. Got it."

"You had FOUR HOURS to explain."

"I thought it was better to explain when we were here already. That way you couldn't jump out of the window of a moving car or something if you hated the idea."

"WHAT?! TALK!"

"Your parents and my parents are meeting in...an hour."

"Huh?!"

"None of them have a clue. Your parents just think they're having dinner with us. My parents certainly have no idea they're about to be in the same room together. That hasn't happened since..........their divorce probably. It took a lot to make it happen and I couldn't have you not be here so I'm sorry that it took committing a federal crime but I didn't really have a choice."

"Jesus fuck Kate. You could've told me this five hours ago or like...a week ago and saved ourselves the theatrics."

"But it was supposed to be a surprise."

"I could strangle you."

"I guess the restraints stay on then."

"CUT.THESE.OFF."

"I was kidding. I was kidding."

Kate sets her free and the first thing Yelena does is smack her SO HARD over the head.

"You're a fucking idiot."

Then she pulls her in for a kiss.

"But it's kind of sweet that you orchestrated a whole thing for our parents to finally meet."

"I know right..."

Kate tries to smile...

"And if you EVER kidnap me again I *will* kill you. You've done it twice too many times."

...the smile wipes off her face.

"Noted. There's a dress on my bed for you. But we gotta hurry. We need to leave like...now if we want to get there before them."

These are their fits.

Kate managed to mix the Frat essence with "Katherine" so that no one would be too freaked out lol

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Kate had rented out the entire back room of one of her father's favorite restaurants. She wanted to put them in Bishop territory to put them at ease. They're also away from prying eyes.

Luckily Melina and Alexei are the first to arrive. Kate expected as much. After drinks arrive they break the news that some other people will be joining them. And that it's...Kate's parents. Melina and Alexei know the story there so they're like "???? Oh????" but before they can ask too many questions in walks Eleanor.

"Kate, what is this?"

"Will you sit down? I can explain."

"I'd rather not. I'd prefer to stand."

"That sounds inconvenient but, sure. Uhm, this is Yelena my girlfriend. We've been together for almost four years. These are her parents Melina and Alexei and I thought it was time you all met. I really wanted you to meet so can you please sit and I can order you a drink...or twenty. As many as you like."

"Good night, Katherine."

Eleanor turns to leave.

"For fuck's sake, mom. Who's looking at you now? None of your friends is going to find out you had dinner with your "queer liberal brainwashed" daughter so will you sit down? I'm not tarnishing your precious reputation I'm just asking you to have one meal with me and the most important people in my life."

Eleanor turns back around and takes the empty seat next to Yelena. Kate had made sure the two remaining empty seats weren't contiguous. She at least had the sense to not make her parents sit next to each other so one of them would end up sitting next to her and Yelena and the other would sit on the other end of the table next to Melina and Alexei.

"Hi." Yelena greets Eleanor warmly. "I've heard so much about you."

"Can't say the same."

"Well, if you talked to her maybe you would."

"If she lived a normal life maybe I would."

Oh...this is not going to go well. At all.

"SOOOOO...drinks? What do you want mom? I'll go get a waiter."

"I'll have..."

Right at that moment Derek walks in and the room falls silent.

"You should be ashamed of yourself, Katherine."

Is the only thing he says before he walks out. Kate has to deadass chase after him.

"Hey hey hey. You're not even going to hear me out?"

"I don't like being tricked."

Now Eleanor is walking out too.

"Get back in there mom. Fuck, you're like children. I'm supposed to be the kid here. I haven't asked anything from you in years. All I'm asking for is tonight. One night. All you have to do is act like fucking grown ups for two hours. You sit through one dinner and then everyone can go on their way if you really hate it."

"You don't dictate terms to me."

Derek turns and keeps on walking.

"Dad, you always said I was the best business investment you ever made. Aren't you even slightly curious to see how that investment is turning out?" Derek walks and Eleanor hovers by the door. "You guys don't even have to look at each other. All you have to do is stay."

Eleanor is the first one to walk back into the dining space.

"Are you really going to let mom upstage you and be able to claim she's the bigger person? That'd be a first."

Derek huffs, doubles back, walks past Kate and into the private room. Kate smiles. Her parents are nothing if not predictable.

She got them all around the table.....now fucking what?

"This is nice."

"Yeah." Yelena tries to back her up. "I haven't seen you since your wedding Mr. Bishop."

"Since you came as an unwelcomed guest, you mean?"

"I had a plus one and she was my plus one, dad. She was just a regular guest."

"Since then we've started specifying parameters for who is and isn't allowed as guest at our events so I have you to thank for that."

"Wow."

Melina whispers right next to Derek.

"Is there anything you want to add, ma'am?"

"I was wondering how one writes homophobia on invitations."

Kate coughs and tries to steer the conversation away from that.

"The tataki here is amazing if anyone wants to try that for the starters."

"In this country everyone has the freedom to decide who they want and don't want at their parties. That is not 'homophobia'. That is called freedom of speech."

"That is not what freedom of speech means. Not even close."

Yelena interjects from the other side of the table.

"The Risotto! To die for! Someone should definitely try the Risotto. Highly recommend."

"Of course liberals wouldn't understand what freedom of speech means."

Eleanor chimes in.

"No, I actually don't think it has anything to do with being a liberal or not. The definition is quite simple and it has no connection to segregation and discrimination."

Yelena doubles down.

"THE SCALLOPS FOR THE MAIN COURSE! DIVINE!"

"I don't know that anyone wants to hear a lesbian's opinion on discrimination when you and your kind are the ones driving the hatred against Christians in this country."

Derek barks at Yelena.

"Do not speak to my daughter in such way!"

Alexei jumps to his feet and gets in Derek's face. He's more than a whole foot taller than Derek, probably 75 pounds heavier, and...a world class boxer so this would be over before it even started if it came to it.

"THE WAGYU IS A FOOLPROOF OPTION TOO!"

"It's funny how you liberals accuse us of violence but look at you...look. Always projecting."

In that moment everyone started speaking over each other. Derek and Alexei were going at it. Melina and Eleanor were exchanging harsh words and Yelena was floating back and forth between arguments. Kate was running down the menu giving her "expert" commentary trying to deflect as best she could but when she hit the bottom of the menu and that did absolutely no good she only had one choice left: SHOCK AND AWE.

Derek and Alexei are truly two seconds away from exchanging blows so Kate quickly pushes her chair back reaches into her pocket, hastily pulls out a ring, and gets down on one knee.

"Yelena Belova, will you marry me?"

Everyone FREEZES immediately and the room goes dead silent.

"Kate Bishop......................why is your timing always just the absolute worst?"

"I'm really trying to stop your dad from murdering mine. This is also my bad knee so I can't stay like this for long and I'm totally not trying to rush you but......and I can definitely tell you the whole sappy thing I had prepared once you say yes and I can get up. It's a whole thing I wasn't just planning on like...asking the basic question for the record. Just so everyone knows. I planned it better than this. I kinda had to improvise. But there was a...thing. You guys sort of...ruined it. But it's fine. It's not like it's a once in a lifetime thing. It's totally good. Anyway...back to the knee I fucked up during a game and has never been the same since...an answer would be great so I can not be on it anymore...BUT TOTALLY NO RUSH...I will stay on it for as long as you need to. Because you're worth all the pain in the world...although it would be great NOT to have to feel it and..."

"Will you shut up so I can give you an answer?"

"Oh...yeah yeah...shutting up. Zip. Silence. No more words out of my mouth. Quiet time and..."

Yelena places her hand over Kate's mouth because it was clear she wasn't going to shut up.

"Yes. Of course I'll marry you. You're the only person in the world I'd let put a hood over my head, tie me up, and take me across state lines without immediately calling the FBI. You're the biggest idiot I've ever met but I'd marry you any day."

Yelena helps Kate to her feet and Kate rubs her knee with one hand while she puts the ring on Yelena's finger with the other. They kiss and the deal is sealed. They're officially en-gay-ged.

Derek and Eleanor bolt out of there immediately.

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Later, when they're in bed, all sweaty and sticky post engagement celebration sex and theyre wrapped in each other's arms.

"I'm sorry about your parents."

"It's fine. At least I tried."

"I see where you get your bad manners from tho..."

"That's it. You're done. Give me my ring back."

"Never."

#i updated kyau on ao3 today and giving you this 2.5k random ask answer DONT YOU DARE SAY I DONT GIVE YOU THINGS lol #bishova #bishlova #kate x yelena #yelena x kate #kyfbau #anonymous #answers #i also gave you that other FB ficlet about kate meeting melina and alexei earlier #y'all arent allowed to say shit to me jkldfgjdfg #kyfbaup

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danoscigarette · 2 years ago

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Eli Sunday x f!Reader

Chapter I - My Body is a Cage

Summary: A young girl and her religious family move to Little Boston - the only problem is the reader is faithless. With no other choice, her family turns to the likes of a young pastor to rekindle the lord’s flame and penetrate her with the Holy Spirit.

Warnings: misogyny, nothing too heavy right now, religious trauma, eventual smut so 18+

A/N: Just a warning,,,,I haven’t even watched There Will Be Blood yet but I’ve found myself on Eli Sunday TikTok and I had to write this up 🥵 I did look up the plot though, so I spoiled the movie for a bit of smut - Its just who I am. - Also sorry if there are any inaccuracies in this, just overlook them 😌

I have a lot of religious trauma and this may be projected through this fan fiction. I will also update any tags if necessary!

Also I am still writing my Riddler x Reader, this little fic is what I have written between chapters so if you are having some Paul Dano brain rot - check out my longer fic: Riddle Me Witch

AFAB reader using she/her pronouns

Christ, the Lord Saviour was sent to Earth by his Heavenly Father to die for humanity's sins. This is the word that was drummed into you since you left the womb, the word that continues to ring in your ear at church and the word that you will be buried to. Religion to you was a dictation and an oppressor, especially to a young woman like you in a time such as this. 1911, a mere decade past the turn of the century and women were still held tight by religion's iron grip; this continuous mistreatment erupted into a storm within you.

The youngest of 3, your family were simple church going folk; the almost idyllic image of a good Christian household. You however, were the exception. Called a spoiled brat by most, hysterical by others, you internally spat at the floor whenever you heard the word of the 'Lord'. Your disdain for the Christian religion eventually lead you to lose your faith completely. You'd ask questions, something which was a 'no-no' in your household, making blasphemous remarks and even mocked the Bible. Your poor family tried their best to tame you, to teach you, to brain wash you to no avail.

It came as a detriment to them, you were always chaperoned in case you misspoke in public, not that you were stupid enough to do that considering it was a punishable offence. Other than church, your parents had kept you away from formal functions and parties - especially events that included alcohol. If you weren’t already bold, the alcohol certainly brought out your passionate anti-religious speeches.

Another issue your parents had was being unable to marry you off to some good man. All you encounter were either stupid, cowardly or had zero tolerance to your headstrong personality. Things became worse when your father died; he at least used to keep you in check. You'd allow no man to dominate you, no man would dare. Even at both of your sisters wedding, the gentlemen who'd approach you would soon turn on their heel and run head fast away from you - and you liked it this way. You could be independent forever, the master of your own life.

That was until your mother remarried. You kept out of your family's business for the most part so your mother finding love again was the least of your worries; that was the case before discovering your step-father, Joe and his plans. He wishes to move you and your family to a place called Little Boston, California. Apparently, being a young girl in her 20s and unmarried was quite the unfortunate state of events - your family's reputation was at stake. If you had chased away all of the men in your town then god see to it that he will find you a husband in another.

The idea sprung to mind when your step-father was offered a job out there which promised oil. Your mother and him thought it be a great idea to place you in a different, more enclosed environment - to break your spirit down, make you vulnerable and willing to accept Jesus and be a meek woman like a good baptised lady should. Needless to say, you weren't thrilled by the idea. And by that, you threw a fit of rage. You might have been the dark sheep of the family, but in your home town you had the community, you had friends and even a chance at a future for yourself.

You understood completely why they wanted to take you, fuck the oil job, they were punishing you into submission. Your family dragged you kicking and screaming to Little Boston, no amount of comforting words sated your fury. But here you are, sat in your new house, in your new bedroom, sulking into a chair and staring out the window. It was an almost barren land, the sky stretched on for miles and the noise was quiet, too quiet; you enjoyed peace but this, this was eery.

Your eyes hung heavy, bags from lack of sleep and dried tears, you looked a wreck. The population in this god forsaken town was stupidly small and the combined IQ even smaller; no doubt full of religious and uneducated nut jobs considering a school has not yet been built. Your punishment.

The pressure built in your bones, rage rampant in your chest and head full of thoughts that could shame your family for generations. You could feel your whole body shake, how dare they do this to you, cornering you like an animal.

It had been 3 days since you moved in and you hadn't spoken a word to anyone, staying in your room you refused to engage with your oppressors. That was until you saw a group of people approach your house, you look down and notice a young girl and three men; two who were quite obviously identical twins. Staying out of sight, you listen to your step-fathers interaction with them - it was them welcoming your family to the community and that you should pay the "Sunday's" a visit for dinner.

As they walked away, you stayed staring out at the window, catching another glimpse of the party; in doing so, one of the twins had turned back and noticed you. For a split second you considered hiding but instead, you held eye contact with him - an interesting looking fellow dressed all in black and wearing a cross around his neck; another religious nut. Even so, you couldn't help but stare, even when he turned around and carried on walking, you watched him disappear with his family.

"Y/N..." you hear a knock at the door, turning to it, you accept their entrance to see your mother. Despite feeling immense anger, your mother held an air of comfort, especially when you are feeling emotional. It's almost as if the more you feel, the less strong-willed you felt. "How are you doing darlin'?" She comes to sit on the bed close enough to place a hand on your lap. You hesitatingly take it in yours, playing with her fingers lightly.

"Well, I have made my thoughts quite clear" you begin, raising an eyebrow. "But I am surprised at how lovely the weather is" it was the only thing you could really say that was positive. As much as you wanted to keep your wilful persona, you mother occasionally brought out the softer side of you; she had been through a lot as it is and you knew how much of a nuisance you could be towards her.

"Isn't it just lovely?" Your mother had a sweet Texan accent, it was gentle and dainty, much like her as a person. "I would say that would be mighty fine to explore this place, wouldn't you?"

You don't respond at first, calming yourself before answering. Your mother was really trying with you and you wouldn't forgive yourself for shouting at her so soon upon arrival. "Perhaps we can walk about the town once we are all settled"

"Oh Y/N!" Your mother threw her arms around you with a squee, you welcomed her with cautious affection; you really didn't want to explore (not that there was much to explore anyway) but you wanted to meet her part way at least. "Okay but first, we had a little visit from our neighbours, they wish to host a dinner for us as a little welcome! Now waddaya say?"

'No' was the thought that came to mind, you give her an unsure expression. "They could be crooks mama" you doubt it, but anything to put your mother off you'll say.

"Oh don't be silly Y/N, the Sundays are a reputable family they mean no 'arm. The two sons are also unaccounted for" she gives you a cheeky wink, you pull a grimace in return.

"Don't even think about it Ma"

Oh but she did, and she does. Your mother gives you her best puppy dog eyes and holds your hand close to her chest.

"Fine" you exhale out, your mother reaches in for another aggressive hug. You feel slightly defeated, but getting to know the community may help you gage what kind of company you'll be sharing in the future.

"This will be a delightful occasion, but my my Y/N you look like you could do with a week's rest!"

"Will you let me rest for that long?"

"And miss church? I don't think so"

And that was that, you had agreed to a dinner party. You could kick yourself with how quickly you allowed yourself to be convinced to engage in any of your family's shenanigans. But there you were, a Saturday night in June, putting on your forget-me-not blue dress to meet the Sunday family. You hadn't intended on looking particularly nice for this mystery family, however, there was a side of you that wanted to look so good that you'd be intimidating; but then again, you didn't want to look like a common whore either.

"Oh Miss Y/N you look like the prettiest peach in spring" you hear a soft feminine voice chirp. Turning towards the door, you see Vi and Elizabeth, your sisters, poking their head through the frame; grins plastered on their faces.

"Get out of here" you joke, waving your hands to shoo them away.

"Ah come on sis, we're all waiting on ya!" Liz pulls at your arm

"And you will wait even longer" You try to slap Liz's hand away to no avail. Violet and Elizabeth are already married women, Violet being the eldest already had a child on the way. Their husbands Mark and Jason were also (conveniently) offered the job to work with your step-father and decided to move to Little Boston as well.

"Come here, we got a surprise for you" Violet spins you in front of your mirror. "Now please, don't take it off I know what you're like" she wraps a gold chain around your neck, hanging from it was a delicate cross. Your eyes widened.

"Vi! I can't accept this...I don't-"

"Hush now, we are eating with the first family to greet us. We at least have to make a good impression"

You give in, once again; perhaps the new environment had softened you (though you blamed your sleep deprivation) and accepted it. You couldn't lie though, it was a very pretty necklace, whether it was a religious symbol or not.

Walking down the stairs, you could see your mother marvel up at you, she looked like she was on the verge of tears. 'It's not exactly my wedding day' you grumble to yourself. Jason and your step-father Joe had far too much work on their hands to attend any fancy meal, so you it was just you, your sisters, Mark and your mother to attend.

Arriving at the Sunday's house, you are greeted by a young man with a friendly face; this was Paul Sunday. Upon entry he shook all of your hands and you all each gave him a polite smile; except for you - you smiled but it was more civil than it was warm.

"So this is us" Paul spread his arms out to show off his family. "This is my little sister, Mary, my father Abel, my mother Ruth and" finally he waves his hand in his brothers direction. "This is my brother, Eli"

You hold your breath as you look at him, up close he was far more…intense than he was through your window. It astonished you to his likeness of his twin brother except, he was different somehow. More refined perhaps.

'Eli' you repeat in your mind, you notice the same obnoxious cross he wore around his neck. You dismiss all curiosity and enforce those walls again; you may be here for food, but you weren't about to make friends.

"Well hello everyone! This is my family! We have my 3 beautiful daughters, Violet, Elizabeth (and her husband Mark) and Y/N" Your mother reaches out her hand in your direction, you give a little wave with an awkward smile that clearly shows you didn’t want to be there.

Your eyes return to Eli, he is full on staring at you which kind of creeped you out a little. You give him another polite smile before your family take their seats around a table. There were many a pleasant conversation shared amongst the families, you remained silent throughout except for whenever there was a question directed at you. Apparently, Eli was the pastor at the local church, you force yourself not to say anything at this, you just sat there and listened to the drivel about how religion is important blah blah blah.

Neither you or Eli had spoken directly, occasionally exchanging in a few glances here and there. You could feel your palms sweating just thinking about looking at him for longer than a few seconds; for some reason this pipsqueak had made you feel on edge and you couldn't pinpoint why. The dinner continued on, you didn't like to admit it, but the food was actually delicious and far exceeded that of your family's rations for the last few days.

"So tell me Y/N, what's a sweet thang like you doin' unmarried?" Abel asks, you almost chocked on your food. Your mother turns towards you sympathetically and then back to the rest of the party.

"My littl'un has had some trouble over the years..."

"Trouble how?" Paul pushes, the air is thick at this point. You could almost read the room's mind, you look to either Paul or Eli, both of them were also unmarried. You definitely didn't like where this was potentially going.

Before your mother could speak you sit up straight in your seat and pick up your glass of wine. "No man could tame the horse as one could say" you let out a short laugh, the first laugh since you arrived at this cursed place.

"What- what she means to say is that she hasn't found anyone on her level" you mother tried explaining, she at least didn't put you down. "Most of the men where we come from ain't too kind to her fiery nature y'see"

“Nothing wrong with a free spirit” Ruth answered plainly, giving you a sympathetic smile

“There isn’t…but its not a…desirable quality when it comes to finding a suitor” Your mother rubs the back of her neck

“Mama” you disgruntled under your breath, placing a warning hand on her leg. There were a few moments of silence before Abel coughs into his fist.

“I see, I’m sure a bit of Little Boston’s fresh air will do you some good”

“Here here” you mother chimes in, raising a glass before taking a sip of wine. You lean back in your chair in a sulk, the heat of humiliation rising to your face.

"I see you are a lady of faith" Eli finally spoke to you, gesturing to your cross. You blink at him for a moment before realising your necklace.

"I-"

"She is a little hesitant towards religion but she is of the faith, yes" your mother spoke for you once more, panic painfully obvious in her voice.

"Then perhaps she should visit one of my sermons, I do them every Sunday"

“I’ll vouch for my son, he is really very good. I was the pastor for a while before Eli here took over” Abel added

“That sounds like an excellent idea, reinstall those good Christian values we were brought up on” Liz strokes your arm encouragingly, you really wanted to die in that moment.

You purse your lips, really biting your tongue at this point. How you wanted to rant and rave about how ridiculous it all is, but you subsided your anger however, got to keep up with appearances and all that.

"We shall see" were your only words, and they remained your only words for the rest of the evening. Eli personally saw to it a challenge, being a man of God and having so many rely on him sky rocketed his ego; if he could persuade you in any form, he would see it as his greatest achievement.

The rest of the evening was fine, an awkwardness hung in the air but it was manageable. All you wanted to do was escape this place, going somewhere on your own and live as a hermit for the rest of your life. Little Boston was nothing like your home town, the weather may be nice but you honestly couldn't say anything good about it.

#paul dano #danocel #danonation #eli sunday #Eli Sunday x reader #there will be blood #Eli Sunday Paul dano

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jerzwriter · 2 years ago

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Tobias & Casey HC Masterlist 2 of 2 Post-Series Timeline

Updated 09.24.2024

🎭 Angst ☁️ Fluff ❤️‍🩹Ansty Fluff 😂 Humor 🎨Fanart Commission 🔥 NSFW /18+ Ⓜ️ Mature/18 + �� Text Fic 📷 Edit 🍼👰 Baby/Wedding ⭐️ Personal Favorite

About Casey About Tobias Original Characters in this HC Complete Tobias & Casey Masterlist

Tobias & Casey HC Masterlist Part 1 of 2: Pre-Series through Book 3

Dance it Better ☁️ An over-tired Casey storms into Tobias's office quite cross, but she leaves with a bright new perspective.[01.29.23]

The Perfect Gift: For Yor Eyes Only (Part 1 of Tobias & Casey's Baby & Wedding Stories) ☁️Ⓜ️⭐️Tobias is always spoiling the love of his life, and she desperately wants to do something in return for him. But the man has everything. What can she possibly give him? Suddenly, she has a perfect idea! And it’s a gift that keeps on giving.

For Keeps (Part 2 of Tobias & Casey's Baby & Wedding Stories) ☁️🍼👰⭐️ Tobias drags his best buddy around Boston to find the perfect ring for Casey, but in the end, she has the biggest surprise for him.

(Not) Keeping Secrets (Part 3 of Tobias & Casey's Baby & Wedding Stories) ☁️🍼👰😂 They're engaged and expecting their first baby... but they want to keep it under wraps until they can tell their parents, which is two weeks away. The problem is... Tobias. Part 1 (Drabble) Part 2 (Insta Edit) Part 3 (Text Fic) Part 4 (Drabble)

Much More Below...

Still the Same 📱 When Casey worries that having a baby will change them too much, Tobias reassures her. But in the end, she reassures herself.

Grandparents Day Part 1: Unexpected ☁️ 🍼👰Casey is enjoying how excited Tobias is to (finally) spread the news about their engagement and baby-to-be finally. But en route to her parents, he begins to panic; what if they don’t feel the same way?

Grandparents Day Part 2: …and I needed you to know. 🎭☁️ 🍼👰⭐️ After learning he is going to be a father, there is only one person Tobias wants to share the news with.

Grandparents Day Part 3: An Act of God ☁️ 🍼👰Casey’s parents know, and Tobias shared a poignant moment with his late father. Now, the happy couple travels to DC to tell Vivian the wonderful news. How will she react to hearing her dream come true?

Just Name It! 📱☁️ 🍼😂 Tobias & Casey have some unusual ideas for naming their baby

Wedding Plans - A short series leading up to their wedding day. Part 1: "I don't think I can do this..." Part 2: "Stress-free, you say?"

Sweet Stuff ☁️ 😂 Recently engaged, Tobias & Casey are enjoying breakfast at one of their favorite places when they spot Ethan. Ribbing and bantering can't be far off when this trio begins to do their thing. And yes.... this is leading up to Eva.

Best Men - Not everyone is happy to hear Tobias & Casey's news, but others help them through, and Ethan is elated with his new role.

Consequences - Ethan is being a wonderful friend but fails to make a good impression on a new doctor. A displeased Vivian confronts her youngest son. Casey makes a new friend, and Jordan wants to make amends, but is Tobias ready?

A Little Detour: The Elopement - With their planned wedding less than a month away, they hop on a flight to Vegas to make it legal.... all by themselves. 👰🏼‍♀️💍🤵🏽‍♂️

Wedding Plans (resumed) Part 3: Use Soap! A Bridal Shower A bunch of edits from Casey's Bridal Shower as the countdown to their "real" wedding continues. Can they keep their elopement a secret? Does Bryce win the contest for the best gift?

Part 4: Stags & Does 📱📷 - Tobias & Casey's bachelor/bachelorette party in texts and edits.

A Little Surprise ☁️ (feat. Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley) Tobias & Casey's wedding is this Saturday! And their officiant, Bryce, has been so excited about wooing the single guests all along, until now. When he creates a little mystery about his sudden date, Casey is determined to get to the bottom of things.

Brotherly Love 📷☁️😂Tobias & Ethan engage in some Instagram silliness before the big day... and Ethan wins this time. lol

To Have and To Hold 👰 Fanart - Tobias & Casey's Wedding Day.

Our Little Surprise ☁️👰 Ficlet & Fanart from Tobias & Casey's Wedding Day

The Perfect Day ☁️ | Tobias x Casey (Story #2 is about their Honeymoon in Vermont.) A look at four Days from four vacations spread over four decades. [06.30.2024]

Special Delivery ☁️ Tobias is the first one home, and when the lights go out, he accidentally opens the wrong package, and he's in for quite a surprise. Can Casey help him through it? Or is the man scarred for life? [Feat: Vivian Carrick]

Just for Fun 📱😂Casey picks out some fun gifts for Ethan's birthday, and then others get gifts, too!

The Perfect Thanksgiving ☁️🦃 Tobias and Casey spend their first Thanksgiving together as husband and wife.

Christmas is gonna be awkward... 📱☁️😂 Tobias and Casey's flirting takes a turn when his mother gets involved.

Just a Little Faith ☁️🎄12.23.2022 Casey and Tobias reflect on how they have changed as they await Christmas day.

New Perspective ☁️🎄It's New Year's Eve, and the friends stop by Tobias & Casey's before heading out for the night. Once they leave, Casey struggles to say goodbye to her old life as she looks forward to the new.

2023:

A Perfect Date ☁️ Wedding plans are behind them, the holidays are over, and Casey's morning sickness is finally gone. So, Tobias plans a big night out on the town for them to celebrate. Not everything goes as planned, but it ends perfectly. [01.23.2023]

Simple Pleasures ☁️💘🎨 (FIC & FANART) Tobias is driving himself crazy trying to create the perfect Valentine's Day for his new wife and momma-to-be. Meanwhile, Casey forgot about it until the last moment, then worried she couldn't make it special. Luckily, they heeded good advice from friends and went on to enjoy a beautiful evening together.

In the Middle of the Night ☁️🤰😂Casey's now in her third trimester, and she can't sleep through the night, and that means Tobias isn't either. Luckily, they make the best of it together. [2.22.23]

I'll Be Watching You 📱☁️ 🍼😂 Tobias & Casey are about to be parents, but Ethan is about to be a godfather, and he's spoiling the baby in advance... and trolling Tobias while doing so.

By Your Side ☁️ A very pregnant Casey is having a difficult night, and her husband is there to help her through.

Just Fine! ☁️😂 Tobias stumbles upon a shaken Bryce... who tries to warn him about what he's in for. But Tobias has things under control... or does he? [3.18.2023]

A Family Evening ☁️ A month before their first baby is due, Casey and Tobias enjoy a fun and pleasant evening with his mother and “little” brother.

In a Pickle ☁️🤰Spend a typical Wednesday night with Tobias and (a very pregnant) Casey as they snuggle up to watch one of their favorite television shows, Abbott Elementary.

We're Having a Baby (2-part series) Part 1: Ready or Not ☁️🤰🍼 As Tobias heads to work and Casey heads to a routine doctor's visit, they are unaware of the chaos about to be underway. Part 1 or 2 of little Samantha Carrick entering the world. Part 2: Here She Is ☁️🤰🍼 The gang gathers at the hospital as Casey and Tobias get ready to welcome their little one. But there are still a few issues to work out before Baby Carrick officially arrives. Part 2 of 2

The Perfect Gift ☁️🍼🎨 Tobias and Casey welcome their first child into the world and set some ground rules along the way.

Heading Home ☁️🍼📱😂 The Carricks are bringing Baby Samantha home, and of course, the usual craziness ensues!

Are We Dating the Same Guy? Tobias Edition ☁️😂 Casey & Tobias are both on parental leave following the birth of their first daughter. When Tobias steps out for an errand, Sienna notifies Casey that she found Tobias on "Are We Dating the Same Guy? Boston/Cambridge", and apparently, he has a Tinder account. Here's what happens when Tobias returns.

Date Night 📱📷☁️ Tobias plans the couple's first post-baby date night. But is Casey ready?

First Fathers Day ❤️‍🩹 It's Tobias's first Father's Day, and he's happy to celebrate with Casey and their eight-week-old daughter. But as happy as he is, Casey senses something is amiss and helps him deal with emotions that arise.

Homecoming 🔥🎨New parents and normally insatiable Casey & Tobias have been given the "green light" by Casey's OB/GYN, and they are determined to make t a night to remember. [FANFIC and FANART - fanart by @/artbyainna]

Starstruck 📱☁️ 😂Tobias is a keynote speaker at a conference in Ashville, NC. Casey decides to join him and make it a quick getaway. While there, Casey is convinced she is seeing starts... Tobias is convinced she's losing her mind. (Celebrity sighting, but they're not getting Homesick...)

Crushed ☁️ 😂This is sort of a follow-up to Starstruck, based on this ask by @liaromancewriter. Casey always thinks she's seeing stars - the celebrity version - and on this quick getaway with her husband, she really saw one. Now, Tobias claims he has, too. Does Casey believe him?

Casey's 32nd Birthday 📷☁️🎂 So, how did she spend her first birthday as a Mom? She chose to spend it alone with her husband and daughter. See some edits of what they did to make the day special below.

Karma is... a Barbie Premiere (1/2) ☁️ Tobias scores tickets to the biggest event in Boston, and he & Casey each invite a friend. When they learn who each invited, the wheels start spinning.

Karma is... a Barbie Premier (2/2) ☁️ In part two, we learn a little more about Dr. Eva Mendoza, (a new OC in my Tobias & Casey world. An Introduction), and find out about her and Etahn's rocky start. Now that Tobias & Casey have them calling a truce, what does the future hold?

Is it Magic? 📱A little text flirtation about what leads to love.

Roman Adventure 📱☁️😂 How often does Tobias think about the Roman Empire?

A Quite Carrick Halloween ☁️🎃😂It's their first Halloween with baby Samantha, and they're wrapped in sugary sweet domestic bliss - but with these two, there's always a side of something extra.

Caught in the Act 🔥🎨A ride to a charity function is just a ride to a charity function, right? Not when the couple in question is the insatiable Carricks. See how a misunderstanding led to a fun-filled escapade. 😉

Upon Arrival ☁️ Casey's stuck at work a little late, so she asks Tobias for a favor. Her usually unflappable husband seems a little... flapped... and we're about to find out why. (Feat: Jackie Varma)

Baby Talk ☁️ On a holiday trip to grandma's, Tobias tries to convince Samantha to crawl.

2024:

Not so fast... ☁️💘02.18 | It's their fourth third Valentine's Day together, and it looks a little different than the rest. Still, all is going well until Tobias drops a little bombshell.

Happy 40th Birthday, Tobias! 📷In Elsaland, Tobias turns 40 today, and his wife and bestie are there to make it Insta-official! Part 1: Ethan's Post 02.19 Part 2: Casey's Post 02.19

High Seas Part 1 ☁️ 😂 (feat. Ethan Ramsey) Casey and Tobias have been looking forward to their vacation plans, a cruise on the high seas with some old Hopkin’s friends as well. But when work gets in the way, Casey has a suggestion. Can she sell it?

High Seas Part 2 ☁️ 😂 (feat. Ethan Ramsey) Casey and Tobias have been looking forward to their vacation plans, a cruise on the high seas with some of his old friends from Hopkins. But when work got in the way, Casey convinced Ethan to join her husband instead. Now, out on the high seas, some confusion ensues. Will the friends turned frienemies now friends again survive?

National Hug Your Cat Day 📱06.05 | It's National Hug Your Cat Day, and Tobias & Casey take to Instagram to celebrate their little Pietro - it's all sweet - for a bit. :)

Whenever, Whatever 04.02 📱Shakira has been on Tobias's (and Ethan's) "list" forever, but now, they're done. It's a crisis in the Carrick household, so of course, Tobias makes it Ethan's issue, too. (Just for fun!)

Careful What You Wish For... 📱02.26 | They've been together too long...and know each other too well.

Different Destinations ☁️ 01.24.2024 | Casey & Jackie are spending a Sunday afternoon together; it's just like their roomie days - but then again, it's not.

It's Delicate... 04.08 📱4/19 is a big day for Swifties, and Casey is among them. When her mother-in-law Vivian realizes this is the day before her precious grandbaby's first birthday (and party), she needs to have a few words with her son... then he needs to have a couple chats himself. He reaches out to Bryce and Sienna for reassurance that all will be OK and that Sienna may have a prescription to save the day.

The Big ONE ☁️🎨04.20.2024 | Samantha Carrick's First Birthday Celebration Art by @/artbyainna IG

Happy Birthday, Baby! ☁️🎨🎂 07.25.2024 | Tobias wants to make this a birthday that Casey will always remember, so he plans a girl's night out for her and her friends. Once they're gone, he and Bryce start the second part of his plan. Eventually, Ethan gets dragged in, too. It's definitely a night to remember! Art by @/artbyainna IG

All Is Merry & Bright ☁️ 🎄(feat. Bryce Lahela, Vivian Carrick, Jordan Carrick) It's their second Christmas with little Samantha, and the Carricks are getting ready to take their Christmas card photo. As Uncle Jordan sets up the perfect shot, Grandma Vivian, Bryce, and Jensen provide the commentary.

Pietro & Azul ☁️ 01.20.2024 | Jackie is housesitting for her friends Casey & Tobias. It's been going well until that terrifying last night. [featuring Jackie Varma]

A Little Mess 📱 Ethan pet-sits Tobias & Casey's cat. It doesn't go as smoothly as he had hoped.

2025:

Kiss & Make Up ☁️🔥09.24.2024 | Fighting absolutely sucks; that's why Tobias & Casey do their best to avoid it, but with making up like this, they may be looking for reasons to squabble.

One Summer Night... ☁️ The lights are out in Boston in the middle of a heatwave, and no one is sleeping, but it is a night full of sweet memories for Tobias & Casey... once they cool off. 01.16.23

Whodunnit? ☁️ 09.09 | Casey's on maternity leave and enjoying a quiet day at home with her family - until there's a little mystery to solve.

2029:

A Kiss & A Promise ☁️ 05.22 | Casey is having a rough day that keeps getting rougher. When home is not providing her with the solace and reassurance she needs, Tobias comes to the rescue and gets a big surprise.

2030 and Beyond:

Happiest New Year ☁️ 🎄 - It was a difficult year for the Carrick family and on New Year’s morning, Tobias & Casey welcomed the craziness, the chaos… and even Vivian. They are happy that their recently expanded family is all under one roof and starting new traditions.

Candyland Part2: Power in Numbers ☁️ ⭐️😂 - Casey & Tobias attempt to trick their daughters with the latest TikTok challenge, but who wins in the end?

Sweet Chaos ☁️💝 With the help of Tobias, Casey recreates a Valentine’s Day family tradition from her childhood for her three little girls.

Tobias and His Lovely Ladies ☁️ ⭐️🎨 (FIC & FANART) Tobias & Casey share a typical Saturday morning discussing what to get his mother for a birthday gift.

For His Girls ☁️🎄- The girls want to have a nice holiday party, just like those Mommy & Daddy have been attending. So they ask Daddy to make it happen.

The Missing Piece ☁️😂 Casey's heading out for a night with friends, and Tobias is on Dad duty. The night goes well overall, but it's not complete until Casey returns home.

A Carrick Family Easter ☁️ 🐰⭐️ 🎨(FIC & FANART) A little peek at four scenes from the Carrick Family's Easter Day.

Grounds for Dismissal ☁️ 09.07 | When Samantha expresses her displeasure with her Dad at drop off, Tobias & Casey make sure that pick up will be... even worse! :)

Learning Curve ☁️😂 It's "Bring Your Child to Work Day," and Sammy has some preconceived ideas about how it will go, but at the end of the day, she's in for some sweet surprises.

The Perfect Day ☁️ Tobias x Casey, The Carrick Girls (Story number 3 is about a family trip to Disney) A look at four Days from four vacations spread over four decades.

Tobias & Casey with Adult Children:

Father's Day Plans 👔📱📷 06.16 | Father's Day is coming, and Tobias's grown daughters and their mom are planning a celebration for him.

Father's Day Plans 2 👔📷 06.16 | On Father's Day, Tobias shares pictures of his presents. Well, most of them. :)

The Perfect Day ☁️ Tobias x Casey (Story #4 is Casey & Tobias returning to Vermont for their 35th Wedding Anniversary) A look at four Days from four vacations spread over four decades.f

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Happily Ever After

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Summary: The Royal Wedding

Pairings: Carter X Story

Rating: 🥺🥺🥺

Warnings: none, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 5K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Carter Baizen Masterlist

Carter picks up the square heavy bottle of his Zegna cologne. A new customized bottle just for him. Engraved with his initials and everything. Giving himself a little spritz on his tux, when he sees Ransom’s reflection walk in. “Can I talk to the bonehead alone?” he looks between Blade, James, TJ, and Sammy. Those dark blue eyes focused only on the man that’s about to take his daughter from him.

The men give a nod, and head towards the door, leaving Ransom and Carter alone. Something Carter had wanted to avoid for awhile, and now Ransom is the one demanding the time alone. “Still wearing my cologne I smell.”

“She likes it on me,” he clears his throat pretending to straighten his tie.

“I wanted to avoid this day, in so many ways,” Carter turns to look at Ransom, unsure of what to say. “But, it also feels right. The goal is for your kids to leave the nest. You know I love all my children so much. I have such a special bond with each. But that little girl…” Ransom stops, Story is no longer a little girl. She’s his grown daughter. Successful in her own right. Missing those nights he would walk past her room, to see her asleep in her window nook. Wishing for the man that stands in front of her. Carrying her to her bed, and she’d let out a soft sigh, before telling him, she loved him. The times throughout her life, she tried to include Carter every time. Saying his name before even saying mama. Story always knew that Carter was meant for her.

“I’m sorry,” Ransom takes a long slow breath before looking up at Carter. “She’s not a little girl anymore.”

“She is to you.”

“Still, yeah. She’s my baby. My hopeless romantic. She was twenty-one years old crawling in my lap. She doesn’t do that anymore,” Carter looks down at the floor. “It’s your lap she crawls in. She doesn’t give me goodnight hugs, those are for you. Or crawl in mine and her mom’s bed, because she’s got you. I don’t know if you realize how it was always you she wanted.”

“It hasn’t really hit me yet.”

“Remind me after the honeymoon to give you Harlan’s books and journals. You’re in there a lot. You think she was wishing for Prince Charming, it was always you. I know I screwed up a lot of things between you two, but you found your way back. And you have went above and beyond what I could have ever imagined for my Story book. She’ll always be my daughter, but…” looking down at the floor, he pulls out the ring he had made for his bonehead, Mr. Tweedle Dum himself. Trying to stop the tears from falling down his face, at letting his daughter go.

“She’s yours now. That scares and hurts me so much. But I’ve never seen her happier. Never seen a man care for a child that biologically isn’t yours. I would never question it if I didn’t know.”

“I learned from you, Mr. Drysdale,” Ransom huffs out a laugh. Carter knew all too well about Ransom loved Iris just like his own biological children. Ransom just never imagined he was a training the boy for his grandson.

“I saw my grandson, it looks nice on his finger. But here,” without anymore words, Ransom gives him a grownup pinky signet ring. Nearly identical to his. “It’s not a…a family heirloom.”

“It’s special all the same Mr. Drysdale. It’ll become a family heirloom.”

“Take care of my baby.”

“I will.”

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Otto’s hands smooth out the jacket of his custom tux. The silky black a mix between his dad’s and Blade’s. “Uncy Bwade, do you know what yow going to say?” Otto snickers, he knows his uncle is surprising his mommy with a speech from her favorite movie.

“Yep, buddy. Buttercup isn’t going to know what’s in store for her huh?”

“Since…since mommy is mawwying daddy, will she be a queen?”

“Yep,” Carter responds, getting on Otto’s eye level. “She’s going to go from being the Princess of Boston to the Queen of her castle. My Queen,” Otto’s eyes shine up at his, “And you know what that means?”

“I’m Pwince Otto of Boston,” his hands push back the little boy’s hair. “Make it wook wike yows.”

“Hey!” Blade protests squatting down with him, “What about me?”

“I want to look like my daddy,” Otto scratches his nose, his own signet ring catching the light, and Blade stands to spray cologne on the young boy.

“It’s your mom’s favorite,” before Otto responds Harry walks through the door.

“She’s almost ready,” he looks at his watch shaking his head laughing.

“Alright, this woman is trying to kill me. She was supposed to be ready an hour ago.”

“You’re not getting nervous are you?” Blade slaps at his chest.

“I’m not scared. She’s all I’ve ever wanted and more.”

Ransom walks in for a final meeting before giving his daughter away, “Just want to welcome you officially to the family,” he extends his hand. The cool metal on Carter’s pinky hitting Ransom’s palm.

“Thank you Mr. Drysdale.”

“I believe you had a final gift for the Princess?” he hands over a box that Ransom opens up quickly. “You play too much you know that?” he asks before handing it to Otto.

“She’ll love it though,” he answers before shooing Ransom out the door. He takes a deep breath looking at himself in the mirror. “Alright, buddy, you ready to wait for mommy at the end of the aisle?”

“Yep.”

“First, you and Blade go take her the gift. She’s got to finish getting ready.”

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While everyone else is mulling around in the bridal suite, the usual bubbly and attention seeking Story sits quietly in a chair in front of a mirror. You watch as your itty bitty baby reflects on her life and how she got to her happily ever after.

Playing all the memories in your head of the two of them together as children, the many times that Story talked about how she would marry Sir Lancelot, to those eight short months where he finally fell in love with the princess.

Story had lived a hard life after her breakup with Carter. And you spent eighteen months of your life wondering if you would ever see her again. You smile wistfully at her. All the giggles and music that surround her, and she’s exactly where she wanted to be. She had fought to have Carter as her husband, and he had proven to be more than her wildest dreams.

Her hand with her signature color pink on her nails rubs over that leather bound journal. Flipping it to rub along the spine and Carter’s name.

Iris is the only other one that pauses to watch her sister. The two of them while the closest had a rough couple of years. Iris had felt guilty about the time that she missed with her sister, especially when she needed her most. While Story never held anything against her. Telling her it hurt, but she needed that time to realize that she wasn’t the center of everyone’s world.

But now, she and her son had become the sun that Carter revolved around. The person that was without a doubt was made for her. “Story book,” you whisper at her. “It’s time to get dressed. Carter has another present…”

“Mama!” she gives you a little whine.

“Baby, this is his love language. Blade and Otto are delivering it. But you also have to see your daddy, and give Carter, grandpa’s journal,” those big round eyes look up at you, almost begging you to not make her do the last part.

“Ree, you wanted Carter to read that journal. The marked part today. He’ll have time with all the many years you’re going to be together to read the rest,” Iris cups her sisters cheek and gives her a kiss to her forehead. “Me and mom are going to help you dress.”

Everyone stops their movements; Aster, Lucy, Arleigh, Emy, and even Posie and Ellie to watch them get Story dressed. “Is the second dress this big?” Aster asks giving her sister a wink.

“Ree you look like a princess,” Story pouts up at you and you stop a minute, and you’re unsure why.

“Carter, he said he thought you were a princess the first time he met you at yours and dad’s, and he wanted his own.”

Iris finishes zipping up the back just in time for Blade to knock on the door. Getting confirmation that everyone was decent that sweet little boy that is his parents’ world looks inside. “Woah, mama! You wook bootifuw. Daddy won’t be abwe to stop wooking at you,” he reaches up for the box in Blade’s hand and he holds it up higher.

“Dats mine. I’m the one that’s gotta give mama hew pwesent. Gimme it Uncy Bwade,” Story only laughs and tells her brother to hand the present to him.

“First,” he walks up to his sister, knowing her look is not quite complete but still gazing over one of the most beautiful people he’s ever seen. Giving her a kiss to her cheek, “Carter is a lucky man.”

“Mama, hewe. Daddy did this aww by himsewf,” he hands her the box, and she opens it and gasps. “What is it? Daddy just said it’s weaw.”

She looks at Blade with tears in her eyes, “You always were his princess, Ree,” he grabs at the tiara and everyone else in the room has their moments of oohing and ahhing, “Mom, somebody, help crown the future queen.”

“I want to,” Aster hands her champagne flute to Emy, and goes to grab the tiara. “He always did know how to make you smile, princess,” Story watches her sister in the mirror as she places the tiara on her head. Fluffing her blonde locks around the jewels. Taking a moment to smile at Story’s reflection.

“I don’t know what you’ve always seen in him. But I can tell you what,” Aster stops and takes a deep breath. “Other than James Rogers, I don’t know of any man that has had a girl love him as long as you have Carter. Story, you were always meant for him and he, you. You really are his perfect little princess.”

Story spins to give Aster a hug. Holding onto her tightly. “I love you Azzie.”

“I know you do. I love you, too, itty bitty.”

Otto stands pouting at his mom, giving her dress a little tug, “You fowgot about youw son. I need to see you up cwose,” pulling away she squats down to look at her handsome boy. So much like the brother she thought hung the moon.

“Mama,” Otto’s lip puckers out, and he quivers. “Why awe you so pwetty?”

“Oh my beautiful, handsome boy,” she sighs holding onto him.

“You got a wot to do. You bettew get stawted,” she kisses at his forehead, and Otto plays around with his signet ring. Before looking at her, and kissing on her lips hard.

“Ree, I’ll walk you to dad,” Blade holds out an arm for her, and with a deep breath she follows him. Counting her breaths with every step she takes. “Sissy?”

“Hmm?”

“I’ve never told you how proud I am of you. You have fought for this life you’re getting since you were a kid. I have heard about this stupid boy more than most. Listened to your stories, even adding them into my games. I watched you slowly spiral. Missed you for over a year. You put in the work, and still the world wasn’t done with cutting you down. Story, I’m sorry I wasn’t better at protecting you from those people.”

“Bladey…”

“No, I don’t think he fully understands how much you have wanted today.”

“He does. He’s a good man, Bladey. And I know good men.”

Blade gives her a soft smile, and starts leading the way to his dad, “You know how I knew he was the one for you?”

“How?”

“You remember, before Otto turned one, I don’t know how the conversation started, but he created a senior prom for you when you got your GED?” Story gives him a little giggle, looking down at the floor.

“I’m serious. Made all of us wear fancy clothes. Mom and dad got their own prom, too. Otto was in a bow tie and suspenders. He didn’t give you some big party, he gave you the prom that you wanted with him. Limo and all. Like the night…”

“You became my Prince Charming,” they stop in front of the room where Ransom is waiting, and she can only beam up at him.

“Some things you love seem silly to almost everyone, but he gets it. What’s important to you, becomes his priority just to see you smile. He’s the one Ree. And you always knew. You did good. Always a dream chaser,” lifting her hand he kisses on her ring finger. “I’ll see you later princess.”

Story opens the door and sees her daddy, and she starts to pout at how handsome he is. “Daddy,” is the only thing she’s able to get out. Walking over to him, and her fingers wrap around his ring finger for the last time, and he smiles through his tears. Looking his itty bitty baby up and down.

Holding up his hand to spin her around. “You really look like a princess today,” he gives her a tap on her tiara. “Stupid Tweedle Dum. You may not know it, but you’ve always had that boy wrapped around you pinky. He was amazed by you.”

“Daddy…”

“Baby, I don’t know how you did it. But you…you did it. I love all you girls, but you and Iris you’re killing me.”

“We’re the only two that’s married.”

“Shh,” he holds his finger over her lips and giggles. “I know that. I don’t like giving you away to some bonehead. But I have never seen anyone make you smile like he has. That man…my god, he’s so patient with you. I have never seen him annoyed with you. Never seen him not race to come home to see you and Otto, and I’m losing you,” Ransom covers his eyes to cry, but Story pulls his hand down looking into his deep glassy blue eyes.

“I feel like I lost you a long time ago. Same with Iris. James and Carter have always scared me. I knew they’d take you two away from me.”

“I’ll be living on the compound, daddy. We can walk to your house.”

“It’s not the same. I won’t come home late, and see you sitting in that tower, looking up at that star of yours. But you haven’t done that in years have you?” smiling she shakes her head no. Pulling back at his hand for her finger to trace around his wedding band. Ransom swallows deeply, knowing that this too, is the last time she’ll trace over his wedding band.

“You’ve always wanted a love like mine and your moms, but you’re getting something entirely unique. What’s the same is the love and respect you two have for each other. I have no doubt you’re going to fill that castle with all these beautiful little princesses. You’ll nurture each of their unique personalities, and be a mother just like yours. Baby, you’ve given Carter a love he’s craved. I know what it was like for him. I was him. So I guess that means, I have always been your number one person.”

“Did you really have to question that? You were my blueprint for what a husband is supposed to be. Mom showed me what a wife was supposed to be. I know he wasn’t your favorite…”

“You’ve done worse.”

“I have. But he’s my favorite. No one has ever came close to comparing to him.”

“Do you really have to marry him? You can always keep the Drysdale name,” Story scrunches her nose up and shakes her head. “Fine.”

“Besides, I think it’s time to match my husband and son’s last name.”

Ransom leans down to give his daughter one last kiss, and hands her a box. “You owe me for that.”

“I’ll make sure to give you another grandbaby.”

“Story book, that is not what I meant,” she only turns walking away giggling. “Story! Don’t you go jumping on the bed with that boy! Story Rose Drysdale.”

“Enjoy that name while you can daddy. Love you, I’ve got to hold a Bonehead’s hand.”

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Carter paces around his suite with James, Harry, TJ, Blade, and even Otto watching him. “Daddy, mama wooks weawwy pwetty. Daddy hew wiked youw pwesent. Daddy!” Carter turns to look at the little boy.

“Why awe you acting wike dis. Mama gonna mawwy you.”

“I know buddy. I’m just ready to make her my wife. And this waiting isn’t helping. And I know when…I’m not ready to read that notebook. I cant read Harlan’s words.”

“She wants you, too,” TJ answers. “That woman that you fought so hard to be with, she wants you to read what her grandfather thought about you. I’m assuming it’s not bad.”

“Has someone kept my mother away from her?”

“Yeah,” Blade answers. “I got BeBe to deal with her. Told her a bit of what Lydia said to Story and about…” he stops when he hears Otto sneeze, blessing himself before crawling into Harry’s lap. “BeBe isn’t too happy about someone insulting her baby and great grandson. She said she’ll bring her claws out just for her.”

“I wish she would,” Carter sighs, but everyone stops when they hear a tiny little knock.

“Carter,” Story voice squeaks, peeking her head in just a little. The angle of the room making it impossible to see her. “I’m gonna wait on the other side of the door.”

He takes a deep breath before walking away from the group with Blade playing some music to give them some privacy.

Carter smiles seeing Story’s little fingers wiggle around, “You’re still stuck on me not seeing you?”

“It’s bad luck,” she lets out a sigh when Carter takes her hand in his own. “Our son said I looked like a real life princess.”

“Has Prince Jack Benjamin seen you yet?” she laughs saying a no. “Good, I don’t need a real prince trying to steal you from me.”

“It’s not possible, Baizen. A lot have tried, and they’ve all failed. I um…I got you something. You’re hard to shop for. So I got…just here,” removing her hand, she holds out that box that was just given to her from her father.

The box isn’t a new one. Worn with the years, and when he opens it he can’t help but to be shocked. Of course she would go for something more sentimental. He pulls the watch out, and flips it around. ‘To my love H.R.D inscribed on the back.’

“You used to hold up dad’s arm to check the time.”

“Even told my parents I wanted a Rolex just like Mr. Drysdale’s,” he slides the watch on and looks at the old piece. Looking at his arm and feeling like a little kid all over again.

“You smell good,” she giggles, stopping when she feels his now Rolex clad wrist searching for her hand. “We made it Baizen.”

“You’re not gonna run away before I get to see you in another dress are you?”

“Nope. The only place I’m running is with you from now on. Here,” she holds out Harlan’s journal for Carter. “There’s a post-it where I want you to read. You have the rest of our lives to read the rest. I love you, Carter Rory Baizen.”

“I love you, too, Story Rose Drysdale.”

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Ransom walks up to his daughter, giving her a kiss before pulling the blusher veil over her face, “It’s not too late, Story book. The Beemer is out there, and we can make a get away.”

“Hush,” she whispers.

“Mama, whewe do I go again?”

“You can either stand with me, daddy, Blade, or you can sit with Papa and Mimi okay?” he nods his head, clinging to her hand a little bit tighter. That pinky ring shining on it.

“You weady, mama,” with a deep breath, Ransom and Otto escort Story down the aisle. Her eyes only on Carter’s. Steady falling tears drift down his cheeks, and his breath stutters for a few beats.

The moment the two of them locked eyes, everything else froze. Nothing mattered but their person. Their place. “Who gives this woman to be married?”

“Hew son,” Otto pipes up causing little giggles.

“Her mother and I. But I really don’t want to. Can this be a loan?”

“I do,” Blade laughs at his dad shaking his head.

“I do,” Aster and Iris add in.

“I do. I’m the best friend.”

“I do. I’ve known her longer,” Emy adds glaring over at TJ playfully.

“I guess I’m gonna say, I do. Because everyone else has,” Arleigh gives a scrunchy nose smile.

“Since no one wants to give Carter away. I will,” James adds.

“Ridiculous,” Lydia huffs out.

“So basically everyone is ready to see these two get married. Ms. Drysdale,” Steve tells the two of them, before she turns to give Iris her bouquet, grabbing onto Carter’s hands, and he leans into to whisper that she looks like a dream.

“Mawwiage. Mawwiage is what bwings us togethew today,” Story and Carter begin laughing uncontrollably the more Blade speaks. “Mawwiage, that bwessed awwangement. That dweam wivin a dweam,” Otto throws his head back cackling. His little body almost convulsing, and James has to hold him up to keep him from falling over. “I’m sorry guys. Otto dared me.”

“I did not. Dat was all Uncy Bwade and Hawwy’s idea. I knew nofing.”

“Now that we had an introduction,” Steve’s eyes turn to look at Lydia who rolls her eyes, and he obnoxiously clears his throat. Carter can’t help, but to move even closer to Story, leaning forward a bit to tell her how beautiful she looks.

“Uh uh, back up. No kissing yet. I know that these two have had a journey. I want this ceremony to be about them, and I’m sure with Story’s romantic words it’ll be beautiful. But I just want to say, Carter you have in many ways been a son to me. When you weren’t at the Drysdale’s, you and James were being annoying at my house. While it wasn’t Story you thought you were going to marry, you were always describing her. I like to think that I was a small part of you becoming the man you are today, even though l know Ransom played a bigger role. I’m proud of you son. You’ve turned into an amazing man. No go ahead and say your vows. And let’s get you two finally hitched.”

Carter pauses a moment to gaze at the woman in front of him. She really was everything he had ever wanted in a woman. Reminding him so many ways of her mother and how he had really thought she was a princess, and that’s what he wanted to marry.

Story gives his hand a little squeeze, mouthing out a silent, I love you. “I have no words for you princess. From that first moment I saw you, your mom holding you and singing ‘Beautiful Dreamer’ to the moment that your hand grabbed a hold of mine, you’ve never let go.”

“You have always captivated me, in ways I didn’t fully understand. A girl who was free to float around without a care in the world. A girl that weaved this beautiful tale, that I became a part of. To the moment I saw the most beautiful woman in the world. You have ruined women for me, Story. From that moment, I was blinded by everyone else, because they just can’t compete. You have loved me in a way that no one ever has. I don’t deserve this life you’ve given me, but I have wished for it on a special star since my senior prom,” Story looks down at Carter’s tie, trying to not let her tears break through, to no avail.

“I can only hope that I’m half the man you think I am. And how many men, get to say that their wife has loved them their whole life? Thank you for this life. And I can’t wait for the rest of our lives.”

Otto runs from his mom’s side over to Blade, lifting his hands up to be held, “Uncy Bwade, I wanna watch mama tell daddy. They’we good wowds.”

“He’s all Drysdale, princess,” Carter chuckles. His hands the ones doing the squeezing now.

“Carter, I have wished, hoped, and dreamed of this moment for as long as I can remember. I don’t remember what the first thing I said to you was. I don’t remember when I fell for you, don’t remember when I knew that you were the one that I wanted to marry. But I can remember every time that you would bandage a scrape, tell me the names of the stars, help me with homework that I never understood, or you would humor me as I told some wild tale. All I have ever seen is you. All of you, and I still love every piece of it.”

“You have been the most constant thing in my life that wasn’t family. Took on roles you didn’t have to, because you wanted to see me smile. I don’t deserve you,” Carter’s head tilts, and Story reaches forward to wipe the tears off his cheeks. “I don’t. I never have. But I have always wanted you. You’re my place. My Sir Lancelot. My love. My best friend. After today, my husband. I love you so much Carter Rory Baizen. And I hope that I am the girl of your dreams because that’s only a smidgen of what you deserve. You deserve the world, and I’ll work everyday trying to give you that world.”

“Can you kiss hew awweady,” Otto giggles. “Daddy, you wanna kiss hew.”

“I know I do, buddy.”

“Uncy Steeb, teww ‘em.”

“You heard the kid. Put the rings on each other, and just kiss. We’ve waited a lifetime for this moment,” Carter and Story slowly slide each other’s rings on their fingers, and he pulls her into him by her cheeks.

Sliding his hands down her waist, so he can dip her. “Now, dats a good kiss. Papa, wook at dem.”

“Kitten, make it stop.”

“Leave my baby alone. Her wish finally came true.”

“Is dis happiwy evew after?” Otto whispers into Blade’s ear, his parents still connected at the lips and smiling in their kiss hearing their son.

“This is happily ever after.”

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Story watches a sweet exchange between her now husband and her dad. Her husband beams up at Ransom, pulling back the ending of their shake, and he gives him a quick, “Thank you, Mr. Drysdale.”

“I think it’s okay to call me Ransom now,” Ransom gives him a hard tap to the shoulders. His eyes drifting down to his right pinky.

“What about dad?” Carter asks with a smirk.

“Yeah, don’t push it. I think your wife is wanting a dance though.”

He turns back to Story with the biggest smile, “Well my queen, did you finally marry your Prince Charming,” he holds her close as they begin to dance.

“I got my happily ever after,” Carter slowly lowers himself to take her into a passionate kiss. His thumb teasing around the center of her chest. “I love you.”

“And I love you, too, Mrs…” his ears perk up when he hears the song, and Story gives him a little swat to his shoulder, “I like that line.”

“What’s that?” she asks giggling when his mouth nibbles on her neck.

“Beam of my heart. That’s what you are. The beam of my heart.”

“Always trust the ones that are always there, Mr,” but she doesn’t get to finish because his lips press up against hers. Regretting nothing. Pulling away he takes in the most beautiful person he’s ever seen in his life, and that familiar guitar chords starts playing when Ransom comes up to the pair.

“You stole her from me, so I’m stealing her one last time,” he smiles, grabbing his daughter’s hand when the lyrics to ‘Stealing Cinderella’ start playing. He dances around with Story only mouthing out the lyrics. “I had twenty-four years to prepare for this, and it still doesn’t seem real.”

“I know what you mean,” her eyes glance back at Carter only for a moment before she’s back to her dad. “You promise me, this is real life, and not just my dreams.”

“It could be your dreams, but it’s my nightmare,” she gives him a little swat to his shoulder. “I’m only kidding, Story book. He’s a good one. This just hurts. You don’t need me anymore.”

“I’ll always need you. I just need you in a different way,” they continue dancing until the song finishes. Story leans up on her tippy toes and kisses her dad’s cheek, “I love you daddy.”

He watches as she walks over to Carter, those fingers wrap around his ring finger, and that’s when it fully hits him, she truly belongs to Carter. He’ll never feel that annoying little hand wrap around his finger again. That little point finger tracing around his wedding band, because he’s been replaced. “Captain.”

“Don’t start buttering me up, Kitten.”

“You knew this day would come, baby,” your hands smooth around his pretty face, and you pull him closer to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Why does it hurt so much.”

“Because you know that this is real. You know she’s never coming back as Story Drysdale again. That’s her person.”

“That’s her place.”

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Carter pulls a newly dressed Story outside. Her second dress of the day, and still looking stunning, and just like a princess. They walk across the bridge of the castle, and he turns his sight up to the sky. “What’re you doing?” she asks him with her megawatt smile.

“Just looking up at your star,” he looks back down at her, giving her a sweet kiss to her temple.

“Do you remember our Disney trip? The one for my birthday,” he gives her a smile, nodding his head. “Do you wanna know what I wished for?”

“Only tell me if it came true,” Otto runs out over the bridge to Carter and Story, and he leans to pick up the little boy, wrapping an arm around Story.

“It finally did today. I wished for you as my husband. Our own family,” her vision becomes blurry when her eyes fill with tears, and he pulls her closer.

“Daddy, why is mommy cwying?”

“She’s just happy buddy.”

“Is it a good time to teww you, I’ve been wishing for a baby brother?”

“It’s the perfect time, son,” Carter hums before giving her another kiss. With another wiggle of Otto, he pulls back from her embrace to set him down. Resuming where they left off. “Should we tell him, we already started making him a brother or sister when I helped you change?”

“Nope.”

“I’m spending the next week making sure our son gets his wish, Mrs. Baizen.”

“Good.”

Masterlist

#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate verse #da au #dau #story baizen #carter baizen #carter baizen x story baizen #otto baizen #the drysdale's

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a-froger-epic · 4 years ago

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Get out your glitter leotards and pour some champagne in your cat mugs! 🥂 🍾 It’s time to celebrate Freddie! 🎉😸

🎊 Freddie Mercury Weekend 2021 🎊

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ABOUT THE EVENT

This weekend is a content creation event in honour of the man himself, the legend we all love, Freddie Mercury! Once more, everyone who is inspired by Freddie is invited to share their creativity with the fandom. You can write, draw, edit, record, even cross-stitch 😉 content for absolutely anything related to Freddie, any ship, any genre, any way you like. This is an indiscriminately inclusive, positive event. Everyone is welcome, there is no wrong way to be a fan of Freddie! (Except convincing yourself you're dating his ghost maybe. That's pretty wrong. And weird. Don't do that.)

WHEN? On the 21st, 22nd and 23rd of May.

HOW? On the above dates (or after!), post your contributions to the AO3 collection or alternatively on Tumblr, tagged ‘#fmw2021’ or/and ‘#freddie mercury weekend 2021’. If you post on Tumblr, please also tag @a-froger-epic to make sure you get a reblog from me!

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THE PROMPTS

You can be as free with the prompts as you like. They are here to inspire, there is no wrong way to write them! Change them around, mix them up, make them fem!Freddie, A/B/O, add your favourite ship. Anything goes! 😊

21st of May - 500-1000 word challenge!

We’re kicking off the event with ficlets and drabbles. First time writer just testing the waters? No need for an epic, just write a scene! No time to write but you want to participate? Surely you’ll find time for 500 words! 😉 Interpret these mini-prompts however you like (every one is a separate prompt, but you can combine them!):

Make-Up 💄 | Pain/Pleasure 👀

Strip 👕 | Ring 💍

Forbidden 🤫 | Delilah 🐈

Piano 🎹 | Dormitory 🛏

Outrageous 🎉 | Contentment 😌

Come Together 🎇 | Ballet 🩰

Piece of Art 🎨 | Leather 🧥

Cockring 🐔 | Kimono 👘

Petals 🌸 | Leotard 🕺🏻

Mustache 🧔 | Last Time 😔

22nd of May - Is This The Real Life?

A list of real event/canon timeline prompts from Freddie’s life. How real you want to keep them, however, is entirely up to you!

Down in flames

Freddie is 16 years old when he leaves boarding school. Does it have something to do with the school gardener, Sanjay? Did he flunk his exams or did he not even sit them? Is one thing connected to the other? Does he really find a boyfriend when he goes to stay with his aunt in Mumbai (then Bombay)? Either way, there’s the small matter of his parents finding out about all of it... (Sources: x x )

When Freddie met Kenny

Freddie is a guest on Kenny Everett's radio show in spring 1974. Freddie is living with Mary, Kenny is married. Two gay men, deep in the closet. To no one's surprise, they hit it off immediately. (Source: x )

But when did he?

At some point during his relationship with Mary, prior to his relationship with David, Freddie had already begun sleeping with men. But how and when did that first happen? Cottaging in London? On tour somewhere in the world? Your guess is as good as ours…

Flying High

Sex, Drugs and Rock n' Roll. Like all rock bands of their time, Queen doesn’t escape the copious amounts of cocaine in the entertainment industry for long. Somewhere on tour in America, perhaps, Freddie is first introduced to it. Where? How?

Hide your tears

Jim said that he tried to be strong for Freddie and only cried in private, so as not to burden Freddie with his feelings. But this time, he is found.

One-liners:

In 1969, Freddie doesn’t know how to cook an egg and neither does Roger (Source: x )

In 1977, Freddie meets Joe while on tour in Boston and starts dating him behind David's back

In 1990, Brian and Freddie work on 'The Show Must Go On' (Source: x )

In a year of your choice, Jim reminisces about his fondest moment(s) with Freddie

In 1976, Freddie and Mary end their relationship

In 1984, Winnie gives Freddie a wedding ring (middle of the post: x )

In the late 60s, Freddie agrees to model for an Ealing Art School fashion show, but panics and flees the runway (Source: x )

In 1974, Freddie is strip-searched upon arrival in Australia (Source: x )

In 1982, Freddie and Roger go shopping in Amsterdam (Source: x )

In 1978, Freddie swings from a chandelier - naked (Source: x )

23rd of May - Is It Just Fantasy?

A list of AU prompts to spark your imagination. Take them and run with them or change them up, just have fun!

Make your dreams come true

Freddie hasn't been very fortunate in his life, until he finds a very special oil lamp, and rubs it just the right way.

Beautiful stranger

Freddie meets an alluring stranger at a masquerade ball, who has more secrets than he can hide behind a mask. But Freddie has some of his own.

Thicker than water

Freddie agrees to a dreadful fate in order to save his little sister from the very same. Fortunately, he has friends who are more than willing to help him, but can they? Or are they, too, in danger?

Diamonds are a boy's best friend

Freddie is the prized jewel of the court, a skilled belly-dancer and entertainer, but he may also be plotting murder and getting away with it.

Almost Real

In a distant future, humans have all but done away with face to face interaction. Humanity largely lives online. Children grow up isolated and live with only their families well into young adulthood. Cybersex is the new normal, although some families take a puritanical approach for fear of addiction. One day, impossibly, a real life young man falls through the containment field in Freddie’s back garden.

One-liners:

This plane is going to crash (Freddie knew there was a reason he hated flying)

Shipwrecked on an island (Freddie could never bear to be alone, but luckily/unfortunately for him…)

Hunger Games AU (Freddie is so dead)

A terrible road accident (Everyone is so dead, or are they?)

Blind Date AU (Freddie's best friend is so dead for setting him up with this person… or are they…)

Bank robbery (but who are the robbers and who are the hostages?)

Magic AU ("Yer a wizard, Freddie!")

Film Noir AU (Secrets and cigarette holders)

Interior Design AU (Does the carpet match the drapes?)

The Bodyguard AU (“And I will always love yooouuuu…”)

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RULES & FAQ

⛔ Strictly No Hate ⛔

This is the NUMBER ONE RULE of the event, to ensure that everybody feels safe. No rudeness, provocations or hate aimed at creators or other commenters will be permitted, not on AO3 nor Tumblr.

Follow these steps if you receive a comment or ask that distresses you:

Do not engage. (You can take a screenshot as proof.)

Delete it. No ifs, no buts. Just delete it. (Don’t hesitate to block anon hate on Tumblr.)

Alert me ( @a-froger-epic ) or @aboutnothingness, who is lending me a hand to make sure all needs are attended, all questions are answered and everything runs smoothly. We are here to actively support you. We’ve got your back, and we will gladly talk to you and help you feel better.

If you choose to ignore this rule, your work may be removed from the event. We would hate to resort to that.

But what if one of the works has upset me?

Can the thing that upset you be tagged, but it wasn’t? Then please inform @a-froger-epic or @aboutnothingness, and we will bring it to the creator’s attention. (Remember to use the appropriate tags, everybody!)

Was the thing that upset you already tagged? Or is it perhaps simply the characterisation you find disagreeable? Then we suggest you click on the ‘back’ button, take a deep breath and remind yourself it's just fanfic.

Who can participate?

Anyone who is inspired by Freddie Mercury in any way shape or form. This event is open to all.

Can I combine prompts from different days?

By all means! We look forward to your futuristic Freddie-gets-kicked-out-of-boarding-school Maycury Film Noir AU. With leotards. Go crazy.

I'm not sure where my creation fits in, what day do I post it?

The days, like the prompts, are only suggestions. We don't mind when you post it, as long as you post it! Even if it's two weeks late!

Help, I've never posted fic before!

Don't worry, we've got you! (And more importantly, we've got AO3 invites!) @aboutnothingness is more than happy to walk you through the process of setting up an account and is also offering her services as a beta.

I’m still too nervous to participate!

You can post anonymously to the collection. You can disable anon comments on your work. You can disable comments entirely and just collect the kudos. You can close anon asks on Tumblr temporarily. But most importantly, we are here for you and we want you here!

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“I love the fact that I make people happy, in any form. Even if it’s just half an hour of their lives, in any way that I can make them feel lucky or make them feel good, or bring a smile to a sour face, that to me is worthwhile.”

- Freddie Mercury

#Freddie Mercury Weekend 2021 #FMW2021 #freddiemercuryweekend2021 #fandom event #Queen fandom #Freddie Mercury #it's here!#REBLOG REBLOG REBLO-

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aubreyprc · 3 years ago

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happier

for @ssa-sparks , who asked for happier+hotchniss💕💘 feel free to send requests, ask/message💖💗💞💘💓

part four of my sour series

ao3

“Say you love her, baby,

Just not like you loved me

And think of me fondly,

When your hands are on her

I hope you're happy,

But don't be happier”

It hits her sometimes, how close she was to having everything before her life unravelled, leaving nothing but chaos in its wake. Leaving her too broken to even attempt at rekindling something with him, too messed up to think he could ever truly feel the same for her as he did before. Before Ian, before Boston. Before he learnt of Lauren, and how she’d shared her body and a bed with a known terrorist for two years as part of a job.

She’d been cruel when she ended it, forcing words out of her mouth that she didn’t mean in order to keep him safe. She remembers the look on his face when she’d called them casual, can remember the words he spat right back at her as she left.

She remembers how forgiving he was when he sat at her hospital bed. Grabbing her hand gently while he whispered gentle words, placing a soft kiss on her lips as he promised her that he would do whatever it took to get her back the team. Back to him.

She can also remember just how different everything was when she returned, how absolutely nothing was the same between her and anyone on the team, but especially him.

She remembers the moment it ended, the moment he told her he wanted her, but they needed time. She should recover from everything that she’s been through and they’ll talk when it’s time. They’ll know when it’s time.

Yet that time never comes, the two of them moving further and further apart as months go by and soon they’re not even talking. She accepts with a heavy heart that it’s truly over when it’s obvious he’s started to see someone new.

It hits her again with force, like a harsh slap to the face (which, she thinks she would have preferred. It probably would have hurt less) how close she was to having everything when she hears the name Beth fall from his lips, talking in his office with Dave with a glass of whiskey. (something the three of them used to do, but she won’t dwell on it. She can’t. It hurts too much) Her plan was to just hand him her report and leave. Ignore the way his eyes would linger on her for a moment too long to be friendly, words he refuses to say on the tip of his tongue as he watches her walk away without a word. Absolutely nothing let to say between the two of them. They had something, something remarkable, something that a person only gets once and it was taken from underneath them because of her, and as she stands outside of his almost but not quite shut door, she freezes, the soft tone the other woman’s name being said in rendering her frozen, the wind completely knocked out of her.

It could have seen seconds, it could have been hours before she clears her throat, tapping three times softly on the door before opening it.

“The report,” she smiles, walking to his desk, setting it down gently with a fake smile while her broken heart hammers in her chest. “Night.” She smiles to the two men, nodding her head in farewell and she turns to leave.

“Can we talk, tomorrow?” He asks her and she closes her eyes, holding down the door handle as she takes a deep breath before turning, her fake smile back on her face.

“Sure,” she agrees, “is that all?”

He nods, sending her back a smile that doesn’t seem like his and she wonders then, if he can see right through hers. Nodding again, she leaves his office, taking deep breaths, holding back her tears as she grabs her coat and bag before swiftly existing the building.

She’s in the comfort of her own car when she lets them fall, can feel them rolling down her cheek as she speeds out of the parking garage, as though she can out run the heartache.

To Emily’s surprise he comes to her the next night, knocking on her apartment door at too much of a late hour for it to be anything professional and as she lets him in, watches as he looks around her new apartment she inhales a deep breath and prepares herself for whatever words he was about to speak. Maybe he’ll finally say the ones that have been on the tip of his tongue for the last three months, she thinks.

“I take it you heard?” He questions, looking at her for the first time since he walked in.

“About Beth? Yeah…” She tells him, sending him a sad smile.

“I was going to tell you first, before-” He stops, shaking his head. “You should have found out from me first hand and for that I’m sorry.” He tells her.

“It’s fine,” she smiles, “I’m glad you’re moving on. You’ve seemed happier these last few weeks.”

“Emily-” He starts to say, only to be stopped by her a moment later.

“Really, Aaron.” She smiles, “It’s okay, we ended and you moved on, it’s normal.”

“Yeah,” He says, “I just wanted to apologise, for not telling you first hand.” He smiles.

“No hard feelings,” she jokes, a small laugh escaping her throat. “Did you want to talk about anything else?”

He stays silent for a few moments, mulling over the words in his head as he ponders about saying them, ponders about opening up old wounds.

“No,” He says, deciding to draw a line on what could have been, choosing instead to try and work on gaining her back as his friend. His close friend. Maybe his best. “No that’s it.” He tells her with a smile.

She nods, leading the way to her front door, almost closing it as he steps out only to stop when he turns back to face her.

“You know you’ll always have me, right?” He questions shyly, as if he’s unsure, “No matter what…”

She stares at him, clearing her throat before speaking.

“I know.” She tells him softly, smiling as her eyes meet his properly since he walked out three months ago. “I know.”

“Good.” He nods, “Good night.”

“Goodnight.” She smiles, watching him walk off before closing her door, his words ringing in her ears like a siren.

Knowing about Beth and meeting, Beth, turn out to be two completely different feelings.

You can ignore the existence of someone you’ve never met, trick yourself into thinking that they’re no one, that’s it’s nothing.

You can’t ignore them however, once you’ve met them. Seen first hand the happiness written over their faces.

That’s something Emily learns while hungover, stood at the finish like of a triathlon, staring at Aaron’s smile as he hugs the other woman, the way his eyes almost shimmer as he looks at her…Beth. The happiness that radiates of him causes her stomach to turn and she has to look away while she does her best to ignore their laughs, turning to watch him, Beth and Jack walk away, her heart cracking in her chest as she watches him smile into their kiss, forcing herself to look away and follow JJ and Penelope to Reid’s car, throwing on a smile while spilling a lie about her head when they ask why she looks like she’s just seen a ghost.

The conversation with Regina sends her right back to where she started, hitting home more than she would have liked and she knows its obvious when Hotch lets her go back to the hotel, telling her she was done for the day and to take sometime to herself.

She’s no idea how much time had past, how long she’d been staring at the ceiling replaying how well her life was going before Ian had found her, how happy she was, maybe the happiest she’d ever been. She thinks about how he’d run a hand down her spine as they spoke in hushed whispers in his bed, confessions and laughs shared between the two in the late hours of the night, as though they were the only two people in the word. She thinks about how he’d cup her jaw gently before kissing her if she babbled on too much, leaving them both smiling into their kiss, pure happiness written on both their faces as they each tore further into the others heart, the feeling of forever lingering in the air as they wrapped themselves in each other.

She turns her head to the door at the gentle three taps and sits up, running a hand through her hair as she walks over, already knowing who it is before she even opens the door.

“Hey,” He says softly, passing her as she moves aside to allow him in. “Are you okay?”

“I will be,” She tells him, “Just a tough case.”

“I know how hard it must have been, to listen to Regina.”

“It’s fine,” She tells him, “She was right. Mine is dead.”

“Doesn’t make it any easier.” He tells her from experience and she looks down, wiping her tears just as quick as they fall but not quick enough, already feeling him talking steps towards her before stopping mere inches away, cupping her face gently as he had done so many times before, and wiping her tears.

“It’s going to be okay.” He tells her gently, her eyes meeting his and in that moment it’s easy to let themselves believe for a second it’s him and her again, that there’s no Beth, no Ian and no Boston, just them, a mere year ago, happy and on their way to love.

His lips are almost on hers when she places to flat hands into his chest, pushing him away slowly as she drops her head.

“We can’t,” she whispers, “You’re with Beth.”

He steps back, “sorry, I should…I should go.” He mumbles, looking around the room as he clears his throat.

The words I want you die on his tongue as he forces himself to walk out of the room, flashes of their nights together playing on a loop in his brain as he screws his eyes shut.

They don’t talk about what almost happened.

She continues to watch his happiness increase as months go by, and carries on pretending that she’s fine, that she isn’t dying inside with every passing moment she spends watching him smile at another woman, watching him be happy with someone else.

He finds her for the second time at JJ’s wedding, a few hours after their previous conversation. He comes up to the side of her, smiling as she laughs at one of his lame jokes and as she turns to face him, he stills, a look on her face one he hasn’t seen before.

“Do you love her?” She asks softly, and he nods.

“I do.” He tells her and she rolls her lips, nodding her head as she forces herself not to cry. “But not like I loved you.” He continues and her eyes snap up to his, examining his features for a tell he’s lying and failing, her heart beating rapidly against her rib cage. She stares a few more moments, before gently placing a hand on the side of his face, catching his lips with her own in a delicate kiss, looping her hands to rest on the back of his neck when his arms softly wrap around her waist and pull her into him.

Their foreheads rests together as they separate and she smiles sadly.

“I miss you already.” He whispers, pulling her into a hug.

“Be happy.” She whispers back, before pulling from his arms and smiling at him, the words but please don’t be happier with her than you were with me renaming unsaid, taken instead by, “You should go, I’m sure Jack will be looking for you.”

He nods, turning to face the garden, before looking back at her.

“Go,” She laughs sadly, “I’ll be right out.”

He squeezes her hand before walking off and once he’s out of view, she takes a deep breath and turns, catching a glimpse of him, Jack and Beth as they laugh together in a corner, and even though it kills her, she has to be happy for him, she loves him, and with a heavy exhale she knows that’s all she wants, for him to be happy, even if it is without her.

She flies to London and he lets her go. He lets her go without ever telling her that it’s her he was ever truly happy with. Starting to find far too many similarities within Emily and Beth. He sees Emily’s face sometimes when he kisses Beth, imagines it’s her spine he’s tracing his fingers across and thinks of her when he envisions forever.

He ends it with Beth six months later, a tumble of apologies falling from his mouth as she walks out with a sad smile and a nod.

“You should call her.” Beth says as she stands in the doorway, “Emily.” She tells him as he frowns, his eyes widen and then she’s gone.

He calls her two weeks later and three weeks after that, is standing in front of her door, drenched head to toe as he waits for her to answer.

The smile she gives him when she opens the door makes the terrible weather and the awful traffic worth it and when her lips crash into his, he realises he’s never needed anyone but her to be happy.

fin

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