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Some of Chevalier Michel’s best quotes

“You have plenty of time. Therefore, it’s not necessary to overload yourself to the point of harming your health just for the sake of learning. I’m not in a hurry. I’ll wait patiently for you to reach your full potential.”

“I don’t mind making you my woman.”

“If you value your life, trust no one.”

“Allowing their deaths to be in vain would be an affront to those who utterly devoted themselves to the kingdom.” (—Chevalier talking about the dead soldiers to Emma)

“That’s how values work. Just because two ways of thinking are incompatible doesn’t mean one is right and the other is wrong.”

“If you ever feel like crying, tell me. I’ll torment you so thoroughly that you’ll forget how to cry.”

“Until I’d met her, I’d never have considered letting another person touch me.” (—Chevalier’s thoughts about Emma)

“Can a man read in peace without you staring at his face?”

“Don't... say another man's name... so much. It grates on my ears.”

“You're quite graceless, you know? Your legs seem to be shaking.”

“You are my queen. It does not matter how many years go by, I have no intention of loving any other woman.”

“If the rabbit has time to spend with you, she'll spend it with me instead.” (—Chevalier talking about Emma to Clavis)

“I had no intention of letting anyone complain about a commoner being in a relationship with royalty, and it didn't bother me, either.” (—Chevalier's thoughts)

“What might your hand be doing in your pocket? I dare you to throw one of those concoctions of yours at me. Just know I will kick you into the next century.” (—Chevalier to Clavis)

“Maids are servants. They follow their master or mistress' orders, thus creating a clear discrepancy in power. But I do not wish you to be below me. What I desire is for us to be equals, serving each other in a cooperative and mutual manner.”

"...Now that I think about it, I was rather fond of you from the very beginning. (...) To begin with... is there any man who would barge into the room of a woman he doesn't like? The palace is huge. There are many places... where I could go to spend leisure time, instead of expressly going to your room."

"You look terrible. (...) There's no need to feel ashamed. Not everything that has value is beautiful."

"You're the one at fault for leaving the covenant YOU created so open to interpretation. A shame." (—Chevalier to Sariel)

"Currently, a servant manages the palace library, but he's no expert, so his work is sloppy. I've been dissatisfied with it for a while now, but... you're proficient at handling books, yes?"

"It's not that you 'can' stay by my side, it's that you 'will' stay by my side."

"(...) Do you think I would allow you to die so easily after you laid a hand on my lover? (...) I've said as much before, but dying is not what you should be doing. What you should be doing is returning home to your loved ones, no matter how shameful you look." (—Chevalier to Flandre)

"Ever since I was a child, love had been the one thing I was most indifferent to. (...) My one and only reason is that I wanted to know what love was. Ridiculous, I know."

"I'm not so famished that I'd eat something I don't need. ...I want you so much that I could just eat you all up right now."

"(...) Any guest of Emma's is a guest of mine as well." (—Chevalier talking about an enemy to Clavis)

"...If you stay with me, many things will be taken away from you, and you'll be limited in what you can do. Sometimes, you'll have to bear the heavy responsibility of royalty, and occasionally your life may be threatened. You'll be the target of scheming. Other people will look upon you either favorably or unfavorably—nothing in between. No picturesque world like those found in your romance books exists in a real palace. You'll see it for yourself. Despite all that, do you still stand by the nonsense you spoke of earlier?"

"When every man in the kingdom knows you're mine—they'll stay away from you, lest they incur the wrath of the Bloody Tiger."

"It wasn't in an official capacity. It was personal time. I simply wanted to have you with me as always. You should be grateful. You don't have much time left at the palace, and I'm going out of my way to spend time with you."

"Hurry up and prove the value of love, simpleton. While we're still able to be together like this."

"It doesn't matter to me what happens to them... But it matters to someone else." (—Chevalier talking about Luke, Rio and Emma to Clavis)

"On the battlefield, you belong to the second prince. Remember, dying would be foolish, and even getting hurt would be a transgression."

"I came to save you. ...Did you think that's what I would say, simpleton?"

"I'm not so idiotic that I'd let low-lives like those do me in. I'll cut down every last person who rises up against me."

"I never had any intention of letting an enemy nation have you."

"You faced the Brutal Beast... so that you could fulfill your duty as Belle. We couldn't understand each other because our values were polar opposites... yet you tried to meet halfway. You believed that the beast was a person and tried to discern his true nature. It was the first time I'd ever met... a woman with such strange tastes. Actually... even if I searched the entire kingdom, I wouldn't find anyone as eccentric as you. 'I want the person I love to live, no matter the cost to me. I want to be by his side... I'll do whatever it takes to make that happen. (...) I feel the same way. You call this emotion... 'love', correct?"

"The king's lover will most likely face many difficulties, but unfortunately, I have no desire to bestow my favor on anyone but you."

"Emma, look at me. (...) You're no longer Belle, right? (...) Is that the first time I used it? It's not that big of a deal, is it?" (—Chevalier saying Emma's name for the first time)

"I don't want to be disturbed during mealtimes. I've decided to lock the door whenever you're here."

"Currently, only one woman is close to the king. There seem to be many fools who believe they can crush the leading candidate for queen and have their own daughter marry me instead." (—Chevalier talking about Emma to Clavis)

"Do I look like I care? And do you really think I'm going to do something as stupid as losing such a valuable pawn?" (—Chevalier talking about Emma, in Gilbert's route)

"Until now, the Obsidian royal family have had nothing but war on their minds, but through this we can rebuild our friendship. This is a sizable accomplishment. This accomplishment was achieved by just one woman... and we most certainly cannot disrespect what it means." (—Chevalier to Emma, in Gilbert's route)

"The only occasion I have spent time with another person and found worth in it... was with you." (—Chevalier's thoughts about Emma)

"She's eager to hear whether I like the fragrance or not. But it is her own scent. There is no way I could dislike it." (—Chevalier's thoughts about Emma)

"I don't need you to tell me my fool brother's worth. I knew it from the start." (—Chevalier talking about Clavis to Emma)

"As long as you were convinced you couldn't win, there was no way for you to unlock your full potential. That's why you never stopped failing. You were never going to win unless you believed in yourself." (—Chevalier to Clavis)

"People are fools. Everyone is contradictory in some way, because they're not perfect, and they can't be. But you and my fool brother are both fine that way. (...) Someone who is free of contradictions, who always chooses the right path... cannot really be called human. They're nothing more than a beast." (—Chevalier talking about Emma, Clavis and himself, to Emma)

"I learned how from watching you do it countless times." (—Chevalier talking about doing Emma's hair)

"They have the kind of decoration my fool of a brother would like." (—Chevalier talking about cookies with colorful and festive icing that Clavis would enjoy)

"...You're the only one. The only woman who would take pleasure in being at my side."

"Sometimes, you have quite violent coughing fits. I have a fool brother who gets ill a lot. The physician gives him this tea regularly, so I swiped some." (—Young Chevalier giving rose tea to his 'childhood friend')

"(...) keep cajoling him. You can shape the menace that he is." (—Chevalier talking about Gilbert to Emma)

"...I knew I made the right choice when I chose you as my pawn." (—Smiling Chevalier praising Emma, in Gilbert's route)

"An auction master working in collaboration with the Obsidianites had an official document from the king of Benitoite. That's quite a big catch, simpleton." (—Chevalier praising Emma's discovery, in Silvio's route)

"...I want you so much that I could just eat you all up right now."

"My clothes will be gone soon enough. After all, I have only one reason for locking a woman in a room like this. (...) Love me, Emma. This is an order from the king, and it's absolute."

"I recall you writing that you love hearing my voice. If that is what you want, you may hear it as much as you like."

"Hundreds of medical books, both domestic and foreign, are stored in my head."

"To have nerve enough to approach me... She's quite the woman." (—Chevalier's thoughts about Emma)

"That gaze of hers struck me as straight as an arrow, and unneeded emotions began to well up within me." (—Chevalier's thoughts about Emma)

"Don't be ridiculous. She would never be interested in the likes of you fools." (—Angry Chevalier talking about Emma and his brothers to Leon)

"I would far prefer to have you to myself than let that man have you." (—Chevalier talking about Gilbert)

"Indeed. I'm so vexed, I could throttle someone to death." (—Chevalier teasing Emma)

"You are our Belle. You spend your time determining our worth. Use some of those skills for yourself too." (—Chevalier telling Emma to care about herself more)

"I am not asking for a 'good' drawing. I am asking for your drawing."

"This is a Rhodolitian handshake. The more it hurts, the stronger your display of friendship." (—Chevalier to Gilbert)

"I don't believe I have ever seen Emma read it before. Perhaps I will recommend it to her. She cannot stay in the dark about it forever." (—Chevalier's thoughts while he's picking a romance book for Emma to read)

"If 'lovable' could be defined by any person, it would be her." (—Chevalier's thoughts about Emma)

"I had often read about this urge to dote, but I had not understood it until meeting her." (—Chevalier's thoughts about Emma)

"Theoretically, I have no use for romance novels now that I have Emma. However, thanks to her, I have learned how to enjoy them with no other motive." (—Chevalier's thoughts)

"I've become fond of seeing the variety of emotions on your face as you go through a book."

"Hm? Ah. Don't worry about the blood. I was just 'playing' with my brother who's made it his hobby to tease you." (—Chevalier's lobby dialogue)

"This absurdly lovely woman has my dearest affections." (—Chevalier translating his words of love from another language to Emma)

"The reason I still function so well despite having discarded my humanity is because I have my fool brother. And conversely, the reason my fool brother can do as he pleases is because he knows I'll always be there at the final moment." (—Chevalier talking about Clavis to Emma)

"Severing your Achilles tendon shall do the trick." (—Chevalier threatening Licht)

"I never had much chemistry with the twins. (...) They were just noisy children who cried if I so much as looked at them. However, one day, they stopped crying. No... If I think about it, there was a clear turning point." (—Chevalier's thoughts)

"It is true that you are useless right now, Licht, but you do not have to be that way forever. (—Chevalier's thoughts)

"Even with the first aid I have given you, it would be in your best interest to put on a convincing act for your twin if you do not wish to shock him." (—Chevalier to Licht)

"Oh? That was a much more thorough analysis than I would have expected from someone so heavily wounded. With some training, he could become an excellent commander." (—Chevalier's thoughts about Licht)

"Textbooks can be helpful, but not in the way that it obscures her lovely face." (—Chevalier's thoughts about Emma)

"I was never much one for drawing, but once during our childhood, Clavis pestered me to sketch something. Back then, I knew he suspected me to be a terrible artist, and asked me to do so in order to expose me. The resulting tantrum when his expectations were reversed was certainly memorable." (—Chevalier's thoughts)

"I would value this far beyond what any professional artist could draw. There is, however, something missing. (...) I must prepare a frame for this at once." (—Chevalier adding a little bunny on Emma's drawing of him as a tiger)

"I have never, ever laughed as much as I have with her. No wonder she is the one making my facial muscles exercise so much." (—Chevalier's thoughts)

"I want to do whatever it takes to see her entire spectrum of emotions." (—Chevalier's thoughts)

"Every second that ticked by was becoming another moment for me to cherish. I suddenly became overwhelmed by gratitude for being born the person I was. It won't be long before the entire collection of my memories is overtaken by you. And it will be just the way I like it." (—Chevalier's thoughts about Emma)

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Short love: Chp 17

Summary: The is about widowed father Bradley Bradshaw who enlists his brother-in-law Jake Seresin and childhood best friend Robert Floyd to help raise his three daughters, eldest Donna Jo Margaret (D.J for short), middle child Stephanie and youngest Michelle in his San Diego home. 

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Warning: Fluff, flirting

After a blissful honeymoon in Bora Bora, Jake and Y/n finally returned home to their bustling household. As they stepped through the door, arms laden with suitcases and bags filled with souvenirs and memories from their trip, they were greeted by the familiar sights and sounds of their family.

"Watch your step," Jake chuckled, maneuvering their luggage through the doorway as Y/n followed closely behind, a playful grin on her face.

"Home sweet home," Y/n sighed contentedly, taking in the familiar surroundings of their cozy abode.

Their arrival didn't go unnoticed by the rest of the gang. From the living room, they were greeted with cheers and applause as Bradley, Bob, and the three nieces rushed over to welcome them back.

"Hey, lovebirds! How was the honeymoon?" Bradley exclaimed, enveloping them both in a tight hug.

"It was incredible," Jake replied, a smile spreading across his face as he glanced at Y/n. "But it's good to be back."

Bob chimed in, "Did you bring us any souvenirs?"

Y/n chuckled, handing out small trinkets and gifts she had picked up during their travels. "Of course! We couldn't forget about you guys."

As they settled back into their routine, surrounded by the warmth and love of their family and friends, Jake and Y/n couldn't help but feel grateful for the wonderful journey they had shared together. With memories of their honeymoon still fresh in their minds and hearts, they knew that no matter where life took them, they would always have each other and the cherished bonds of their loved ones to come home to.

The lively symphony of laughter and chatter echoed through the bustling household as Michelle, the spirited and adorable three-year-old, barged into the kitchen with unbridled enthusiasm. Her tiny frame radiated determination as she declared with pint-sized authority, "Let me at him!"

Jake, always ready to indulge in the playful antics that came with being the fun uncle, swiftly dropped to one knee. A mischievous grin adorned his face as he teasingly called out, "Short stuff!"

The anticipation in the air heightened, and Michelle, with her bright eyes sparkling, wasted no time in responding, "Big guy!" In a burst of infectious energy, she propelled herself toward Jake, her little feet pattering against the floor.

As she reached him, Jake's strong and capable arms enveloped her in a warm embrace. Their laughter intertwined, creating a melody that resonated with the sheer delight of familial bonds. The heartwarming spectacle drew the attention of the rest of the family, who observed the enchanting exchange with smiles of affection. In this simple yet profound moment, the kitchen transformed into a haven of love, where the playful dynamics between uncle and niece added an extra layer of joy to the homecoming festivities.

With a mischievous glint in your eye, you lean your head over the staircase railing, letting out a playful shout up to DJ and Stephanie, who are likely engrossed in their own activities upstairs.

"Hey, you two! Guess who's back?" you call out, your voice carrying with a mixture of excitement and anticipation.

The sound of your voice echoes through the house, reaching the ears of DJ and Stephanie, who pause in their activities, their attention suddenly piqued by the announcement.

"Y/n and Jake are back!" you continue, unable to contain your excitement as you eagerly await their response.

Within moments, the sound of footsteps can be heard as DJ and Stephanie bound down the stairs, their faces lighting up with joy at the news of your return. The reunion is filled with hugs, laughter, and exclamations of delight as you and Jake are welcomed back into the fold with open arms.

As DJ and Stephanie make their way down the stairs, the anticipation builds with each echoing footfall. Finally, they reach the bottom, their faces alight with excitement and curiosity.

"Y/n! Jake!" they exclaim in unison, their voices filled with joy as they rush toward you.

You and Jake exchange amused glances, knowing that this kind of enthusiasm is reserved only for moments like these. As DJ and Stephanie reach the bottom of the stairs, they envelop you both in tight hugs, their excitement palpable.

"We missed you guys!" DJ exclaims, her voice brimming with sincerity as she pulls away, a bright smile gracing her face.

Stephanie chimes in, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "What did you bring us? Did you have fun on your trip?"

You and Jake share a knowing glance, prepared for the onslaught of questions and requests for souvenirs. But in this moment, surrounded by the warmth of your family's welcome, you couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness at being back home with the ones you love.

With a grin, you reach into one of the bags you've brought back from your trip, pulling out an array of colorful souvenirs and gifts for your family.

"For you, DJ," you say, handing her a seashell necklace that glimmers in the light, reminiscent of the beaches you visited.

"And for you, Stephanie," you continue, offering her a small wooden figurine carved with intricate designs, a memento of the local craftsmanship you admired during your travels.

Next, you turn to Michelle, whose eyes light up with excitement as you produce a stuffed turtle, complete with a bright Hawaiian shirt.

"And last but not least, Bob," you say, handing him a quirky bottle opener shaped like a palm tree, perfect for his next barbecue.

Finally, you turn to Bradley, offering him a traditional woven hat adorned with vibrant patterns, a symbol of the island culture you immersed yourself in.

As each gift is received with smiles and gratitude, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that you've brought a piece of your journey back home to share with your loved ones.

With a playful grin, Jake reaches into his bag and pulls out a tape labeled "The Great Adventure: Y/n and Jake's Hawaiian Escapade."

"We thought you might enjoy this," he says, passing the tape to DJ and Stephanie. "It's a little something we put together to remember our trip by."

DJ's eyes widen with excitement as she takes the tape, her fingers tracing over the label. "Wow, thanks, Jake! I can't wait to watch it!"

Stephanie nods eagerly in agreement, already envisioning the adventures captured on the tape.

You chuckle at Jake's comment, playfully adding, "Just the outside stuff, of course. Can't give away all our secrets."

With laughter filling the room, you and Jake exchange knowing glances, reveling in the joy of sharing your adventures with your family. As the tape is passed around, you can't help but feel grateful for the memories you've created and the bonds you've strengthened during your Hawaiian escapade.

Bob's entrance is met with surprised gasps and eager curiosity from everyone in the room. He presents the pile of tapes with a flourish, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"Behold, the ultimate collection of memories!" he announces dramatically, waving the stack of tapes in the air.

As he distributes the tapes to each member of the family, excitement fills the room. Stephanie and DJ eagerly grab their respective copies, already envisioning the adventures they're about to relive.

"And what better way to start than with Bradley's pancake escapades?" Bob suggests with a grin, his enthusiasm contagious.

You and Jake exchange amused glances, recalling the chaotic but endearing moments of Bradley attempting to master the art of pancake-making.

With unanimous agreement, Bob pops the tape into the VCR, and soon the room is filled with laughter as the familiar scene of Bradley's pancake misadventures unfolds on the screen.

As the family settles in to enjoy the first of many recorded memories, you can't help but feel grateful for the love and laughter that fills your home, knowing that these tapes will be cherished for years to come.

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Stir Up a Hornet's Nest - THE 100 REWRITE Chapter Thirty-Seven

[THE 100 MASTERLIST]

Previous Chapter / Next Chapter (SOON)

Summary: They had found out who was on this ship, and who was down there, so it was time to try to get back to the ground, and get their own people out of that bunker.

Words: 5.3k

Warnings: The 100 season 5 spoilers (second half of episode 3 "Sleeping giants"; episode 4 "Pandora's box")

“Not too long ago, I’d have thought this was magic.” Echo declared as she stared at the cryo coffins along the walls of the room. 300 people were in those, minus one. They all stood there, just looking. They needed to figure out how to deal with this, before those criminals woke up, because they were actual criminals, nothing like the 100 teenagers that had been sent down to the ground years ago. As she thought about it, it hit Michelle in the face just how long it had really been. How long her mother had been dead for, and how long she had spent separated from her dad. She felt her heart ache and she quickly swept those depressing thoughts aside.

“Any advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.” Raven said, as she studied the panel of one of the cryo coffin. This one was open, so it was easy to suppose or guess that it was that of their aggressor.

“How long can they live like this?” Bellamy had taken the words out of Michelle’s mouth as her lips parted slightly.

“Technically? Forever.”

“Or we can kill them all right now.” Murphy barged in, walking with a determined step and Michelle shot up her eyebrows. She didn’t completely disagree with him. They could just get rid of all those dangerous criminals before they even became somewhat of a threat. As he walked up to them, he glanced at Michelle standing with one hand on her lower back and Bellamy with his tumefied face.

“One of them woke up.” Echo replied, with her split lip.

“Question is how.”

“No, the question is what the hell are we waiting for?” Murphy cut him off. “I’m serious, ok. We’re all gassed up. Let’s pull the plug on this sleeping army and go home.”

“I agree.” Michelle added, crossing her arms over her chest. “If we wait, they’ll just wake up, and either fucking kill us or join this Diyoza down there and still kill all of us.”

“That’s not an option. Kill thiers, they kill ours.” Bellamy contradicted. “Raven?”

“The pods are all jacked into the mainframe. I’m guessing they activated this one remotely from the ground, probably in response to us tripping their alarm.”

“When he doesn’t check in, they’ll wake more of them.”

“I’d say that’s a good bet.” Raven exchanged a glance with Echo and turned, looking down at the endless room.

“So we should do something before that happens, at least get the hell out.” Michelle concluded, supported in her proposition by Murphy and his want to get the hell out of there as well. They were seemingly on the same wavelength at the moment, looking at each other. Michelle thought it a little weird how he quickly broke eye contact for no reason, and she looked over her shoulder at Bellamy, staring at Murphy. She sometimes forgot how their exchanges could look from his perspective and given that they were exes. His brows were a little furrowed. She put a hand on his back, softly moving the tips of her fingers around.

“Bellamy, you know what happens when these guys get to the ground.” They turned their heads to Echo. “Murphy and Michelle aren’t wrong. This is an army.” He thought, frowning harder, looking down, conflicted. “I know how you feel, but it took four of us to take out one of them. Giving them reinforcements when we can stop it is a strategic mistake.”

He gave Murphy and Michelle a glance, “We’ve been off the ring for less than a day, and we’re already talking about murdering hundreds of people.”

“Hundreds of people that would kill us the second they wake up. And then kill our people on the ground.”

“Exactly.” Voices were raising and statements were being made with a much stronger tone, though they weren’t actually arguing. Murphy once again backed Michelle. The way Bellamy looked at them, raising his eyebrows and digging the creases on his forehead, showed Michelle that the dynamic going on between the three of them wasn’t ideal, even though it felt nice to agree on something with Murphy for once in a while. She was afraid that it would make Murphy and Bellamy’s relationship worse if he thought the two exes were getting close again. She sighed in her head. It had been less than a day off the ring and so many things were going wrong. Or many she was overthinking it because of stress or something like that. She would know at some point, if they ever argued or what not, Bellamy would bring it up. “This is survival, not murder. Just like Michelle said, they die now, or we die later. If Clarke was here, this wouldn’t even be—”

“Clarke’s not here.” Bellamy kept his eyebrows raised, pulling their heads together. He wasn’t just annoyed at Murphy, he was sad to think about Clarke, and Michelle knew exactly how he felt. She felt the same way about her.

“Exactly.” He repeated himself. “She died so we could live, Bellamy. This is how we do that.”

“Maybe not.” Raven spoke, quietly. Murphy took a step back from Bellamy after getting up close in his face as things got heated. “We can leave them here like this but block the signal from the ground so they can’t wake them up.”

“They have a shuttle. They can just come back up and do it themselves.”

“Can you rig it so we can kill them remotely?” Echo wondered.

“It’s tricky… But possible. Why?”

“That way we can have leverage.” Michelle figured, speaking as she locked eyes with the former Azgeda spy.

“Put down your weapons or we pull the plug.” Bellamy added. He walked to Raven, Michelle’s hand sliding down and off his back. “How long do you need to make that possible?”

“I don’t know, but I’m on it.”

“Wait, Murphy.” The latter was walking away, leaving them in the room until Bellamy called his name. He stopped in the door frame. “I want to know what you think.”

“I think it’s a risk.”

“You’re right. It is. But Clarke didn’t die for us to live just so we can go back to the ground and make the same mistakes.”

“What the hell?” He smiled, pressing his lips together, not looking directly at them and shrugged. “Let’s be good guys.”

Michelle was pacing around. They were waiting for Bellamy to come back after he went to check on Raven, see if she had figured out how to rig the remote control of the cryo coffins and prevent Diyoza and her people to wake them up from the ground. Emory, Echo and Michelle all exchanged confused looks upon not seeing their fellow engineer.

“Where is she?” The others got up from the benches on either side of the boarding room.

“It’s technical, but, um, someone had to run things from up here.”

“So let it be John.” Michelle’s eyes were on him as Emori pointed at him with here hand. He was hurt that she wanted to be rid of him so bad. He felt her gaze and they looked at each other, and whether or not he interpreted her compassion as pity, or appreciated it, he looked away after a couple seconds.

“I said, it’s technical.”

After some silence, Monty spoke up, already walking away, ignoring Harper’s choked voice as she called out to him, but Bellamy stopped him in his tracks. “It has to be Raven. Once we have a truce, she’ll come down with the prisoners. If we fail, she’ll take the ship’s escape pod. Either way, she will be fine.”

“If I’m flying solo, she’ll be the only one.” Emori wasn’t about to let this go. Bellamy eventually walked past them, towards the pod. When he turned around, Murphy had stepped out of the boarding airlock.

“I’m staying too.” He declared. “Look, Raven might need backup.” Everyone was just staring at him in silence. “What? With Emori flying, this is the survivor’s move. See you on the other side.”

He then pressed on the button to the side of the door, closing it as he walked away.  They all put on their suits and got inside the dropship, Emori and Bellamy taking the commands, counting down the meters as they descended to the ground, lighting and firing up the engines. It shook quite a lot once they entered the atmosphere, and Michelle gritted her hand on the edge of her seat. When the robotic voice repeating Emori’s commands said the landing had been successful, they all had pleasantly surprised looks on their faces. They were on the ground. After 6 years, they were finally back. With a relieved breath, they took off their helmets, one after the other. Emori was so shocked by what she had accomplished, managing to keep all of her friends alive, that she didn’t respond the first time that Bellamy called her name.

“We didn’t die.”

“No. No, we didn’t.” He smiled.

“We’ll celebrate, once Murphy and Raven are back down, too.” Echo wasn’t as happy and cheerful or relieved as the others. She was, as always, much more pragmatic. “There’s no telling how many people saw us. We need to take cover in the trees before they get here.

“Yeah.” Bellamy agreed, passing his gloved hand in his hair to get the locks out of his forehead and unbolted his seatbelt, everyone doing the same and then following him outside after he opened the hatch. It was pitch black outside, and so quiet. So much so it was almost disturbing, and pretty scary given they didn’t know who could be watching them, but if it was someone like that dude on the Eligius, maybe those people wouldn’t be so discreet, but still they were on high alert. “Ok, so how do we dinf them?”

“We don’t. They’ll find us.” Echo stated.

Michelle’s thoughts on those people’s lack of discretion, or rather lack of need to be discreet, were confirmed when armed men appeared before them, aiming at them and ordering them to get on their knees. They already found them. Bellamy took upon himself to do the talking and stepped up as they all rose their hands in the hair.

“It’s ok, it’s ok. We don’t want to fight…”

“Now!”

“No, wait. We just want to talk.” One of the men took a radio, signaling that they had six hostiles in front of them, and they were told to standby. They all looked at each other until they heard a female voice, probably Diyoza’s, telling them they had lost four of their people, and that it was time to even the score. Right when they heard those words, the group knew a peaceful conversation wouldn’t be in the cards for them.

“Congratulations. Two of you get to live.” As he was about to shoot four of them down, a spear was thrown at him from the forest. He fired a few shots but couldn’t aim correctly and just shoot up the trees. A young girl stood there by the dim light of the moon, looking at them. Just a kid, as Bellamy noted, baffled. The girl was staring at him with big eyes.

“Bellamy?” He didn’t respond, staring back at her in confusion as to how she even knew his name. She swept her eyes around, glancing at the others, looking for something, or rather someone else. “Is Michelle there?” The latter walked out of Bellamy’s shadow and the girl smiled. “Clarke knew you would come.”

Bellamy had been so taken aback, it took him a minute before he could speak, “Clarke’s alive?”

“She’s in trouble. We have to go.” The girl urged.

“What about the others in the bunker?” Monty took a step forward.

“Still there.” Michelle closed her eyes for a second, taking a shaky breath, thinking about her father. He wasn’t dead, like she convinced herself of those past few years. He was very much still alive, and she could soon be reunited with him.

“What? No, no. How can that be?”

“I’ll explain on the way.”  They were left dumbfounded, but the girl seemingly didn’t have the time to tell them everything right there and then, so they jogged after her, following her through the woods to a Rover parked nearby. She drove them to a grove where they saw a group of people – most likely the people from the Eligius – and a blonde girl on the ground, seized with convulsions. It was Clarke. Once her hair got out of her face, there was no doubting it, but even before that, Michelle recognized her hair and silhouette almost instantly. Upon seeing the car approach, the group turned towards them, some aiming their weapons in their direction. Madi was about to step out of the vehicle, but Bellamy stopped her, staring ahead of him, through the windshield.             They were outnumbered and this could go wrong so fast, and in so many ways. 

“Madi, no. Take the rover back. That’s the plan.” He spoke. “I won’t let anything happen to Clarke. I promise.

“Come out with your hands high.” A woman shouted outside. Bellamy put his hand on the door and looked over his shoulder, glancing at Michelle sitting in the back, reassuring her that he would be okay, and stepped out to Clarke’s shock.

“Unarmed. Just want to talk.”

“Give me one good reason not to kill you where you stand.”

“How about I give you 283?” They weren’t expecting that one given the face she made and the look a man next to her gave her. “That’s how many of your people are gonna die if you and I can’t make a deal.” He pulled out a mug that he took on Eligius, proving he had been on the ship and wasn’t talking shit and bluffing about being able to kill all of their people. He then raised in other hand, closed into a fist, signaling to Madi to reverse the car and drive off. Michelle had climbed onto the passenger seat at the front and was staring at Clarke and Bellamy. She was battling her urge to urge to just jump out and join them, even though he asked her to stay in the car with Madi, Echo, Monty and Harper.

“283 lives for one. She must be pretty important to you.”

“She is.” Michelle had gotten out of the car, which was actually driving off into the forest this time. Bellamy turned his head, looking at her, sighing through his nose. He wasn’t so shocked that she didn’t follow through with staying in the car with the others. As he would, she would do anything for Clarke, or him, even if that put her in danger. The pair then both looked straight at Clarke, still on the ground. This wasn’t exactly the reunion they had expected.

They sat around a fire, in a heavy silence. The woman with them, the so-called Diyoza, had asked over the radio that someone check whether or not Bellamy’s words were true, and it was confirmed to be. Raven had successfully blocked their remote access to the cryo-room and the coffin-looking pods. They were unable to wake anyone up.

“Do I have your attention now?” Bellamy asked, his hands on his hips. Michelle stayed right beside him; arms crossed. She let him do the talking.

“I don’t know how you got on my ship, but if anything happens to any of my people…”

“Nothing will happen to them, as long as we can make a deal.”

“I dsay we kill him now.” They gave a sidelong glance at the man with them. The latter was inspecting the blade in his hands, not even looking at them, but looking up at Diyoza with a smirk.

“What do you want?”

“We need your help opening a bunker. You’re miners, so that shouldn’t be a problem for you. If you do that, I’ll let your people go.”

“And then what, happily ever after?”

“Then we’ll split this valley down the middle. Whether or not you’re happy is on you, but I’d like to think that we can find a way to coexist.” The same man that thought they should just kill them began laughing and stood up.

“Threatening to kill 283 of my people is one hell of a way to start a friendship.” She continued.

“Can’t expect us to come here without leverage.” Michelle said, shooting up her eyebrows. The explanations seemed quite sensible, hopefully, Diyoza wouldn’t disagree. Bellamy didn’t really give her time to comment on what she had just said. Urging her to give an answer to whether or not they had a deal, and they did have one. Bellamy and Michelle were then led to a room on the small ship they came down on and a door opened after making a buzzing sound, revealing Clarke lying down on a bench in the room.      She looked over her shoulder, both worried and surprised to see her two closest friends at her doorstep. Or at least that’s what Michelle assumed were the emotions carried by the look on her face. They walked up to her, helped her sit up and she took a second to look at them as if they weren’t real, before falling in their arms. There was so much relief in her voice once she could feel them against her. They were really here, and it brought tears to her eyes. She wasn’t hallucinating them. She eventually broke the embrace, and the relief had been replaced by concern and fear.

“Madi?”

“She’s safe.” He reassured her. “She’s in the woods with the others. Diyoza won’t look for them as long as we’re in control.”

“You’re all still alive…? Murphy, Monty, Raven?”

“Echo and Emori. Yeah.”

“Clarke, you saved us all.” Michelle added in a whisper.

She chuckled softly, “Now you’re home.” They held each other some more, before she broke the embrace again, getting all worried, again. “Wait. Why’d she release me?”

“We made a deal.” He replied. “She agreed to open the bunker.”

She showed relired at the news. They could all be reunited with the others. Michelle was especially happy about seeing her father again. She had missed him so dearly those past few years and desperately wanted to be held tightly in his arms and hold him in hers. There were three people mainly making up her entire world, and she had been kept apart from two of them for 6 years. And her father was especially important. During her time away from him, she had realized how much he had made up for her mother’s absence, and not being able to see him had forced her to face the latter’s death, and his own potential death and she couldn’t bear the thought. Bellamy, Michelle and Clarke could finally leave together and contacted Raven on the radio.

“Raven, can you hear me? Come in.”

Her voice responded a few seconds later, “Tell me everyone’s okay.”

“Everyone’s okay. We reached a deal with the people from that ship, and, by the way, the laser-com’s an open line, so they can hear every word we say.”

“Nice to meet you. We’re not bad people. We—” Murphy interrupted the conversation and was quickly cut off, Bellamy taking back the lead of the conversation.

“Raven, keep him away from the radio.”

“Copy that.”

“Anyway, they know the rules, but just to be safe, colonel Diyoza, here they are again. If anyone tries to get around your security, you pull the plug. If anyone does anything that wasn’t agreed upon, you pull the plug, and if you don’t hear from me every hour on the hour, you pull the plug.”

“Is that all?” From the sound of her voice, they could tell it was already a lot, and it was.

“No. That’s not all. Someone wants to say hello.” He handed the radio to Clarke, who, for the first time in years, spoke to Raven and Murphy and the mechanic couldn’t believe it was actually her on the other end.

“Jeez, and they call me the cockroach.” Murphy joked. They laughed.

“You guys just be careful up there, okay? We’ll talk more pnce this is all over. I want to hear everything.”

“Okay, but first, thank you for saving our lives.” Raven’s voice was febrile and heavy with emotion but n ow was the time to leave and get Diyoza to honor her part of the deal and finally be reunited with their friends and loved ones. Polis was in ruins, with only half of the main tower still standing. The bunker door was unattanable, being under the rubble so they caused a bunch of explosions on the top of the bunker, while Bellamy, Michelle and Clarke put on harnesses. Bellamy went down first, soon joined by the two young women, who looked around them upon setting foot on the floor. Tall wire mesh had been mounted on the railings, with people looking at them through the holes. Michelle’s eyes swept the room and fell to the ground, where she noticed pools of blood here and there and just stared. She couldn’t understand what they had been doing in there for this place to turn into whatever this was. She only turned around when she heard footsteps going up to Clarke, and she saw Octavia, with a warrior-like attire and red war paint on her face, as if she smeared her face with blood. Michelle kept on observing the faces she saw through the mesh, but none were her father’s, or even Abby, and she would think that if either of them had seen her or Clarke coming down, there would have been vocal reactions. They would have heard their parents calling out to them at least.  

“Where’s my dad?” Her question was blatantly ignored by Octavia though the latter looked at her, but her eyes were caught by two other persons coming down into the bunker. Diyoza and this man, whom Michelle assumed must have been her second in command or something, unbuckled the cords from their belts. Clarke and Michelle glanced at each other, not understanding what was going on here, and what was up with Octavia.

“Who are they?” She held her chin high in this strange manner that seemed so unnatural to the Octavia that Michelle remembered, with this sense of superiority.

“We’re here to rescue you.” Diyoza told her.

Octavia’s gaze went to their belts, “Why are you armed?”

“O, it’s okay. We have an understanding.”

“Before we get to that, Michelle asked you a question. Where’s her dad? And where’s my mom?” Clarke enquired.

“I’ll take them to their parents.” Indra waited a second for Octavia to give her a go. The latter nodded and the grounder took the girls down a corridor. She led them into a room from which Abby’s voice rose quietly, sitting against bunk beds. Their parents were kept apart, fro some reason that Indra didn’t care to explain, but what she did tell, and only because Michelle was so insistent to understand what had been happening in the bunker, was that her father had been made to fight to death in what she called the arena; the fighting pit. Knowing her father could have died mere moments before they got into the bunker shook her to her core and she went quiet.

“Is it over?” She asked quietly.

“He’s alive… for now.”

Clarke and Michelle entered the room just as silently, “Hi, mom.”

“Clarke?” She couldn’t believe it, and it took her a hot minute to look over her shoulder. She stared at her in shock as she came closer, and helf her daughter’s face in her hands, tand tenderly hugging her. Michelle crossed her arms over her chest, looking away. She was happy for Clarke, of course, but it was still unbearable to watch when she still wasn’t reunited with her own father.

“Everything’s gonna be okay. But first, we have to get you out of here.”

“What happens to Marcus?” Those words brought back Michelle’s attention to Abby.

“I’ll get him to the ground. After that, it’s up to you.” She turned to the door, signaling for Michelle to come with her, and she didn’t need to twist her arm. She followed her down the maze that were the bunker’s corridors, walking with a brisk pace. They stopped in front of cell door. Indra unlocked the door and Michelle followed her inside. He was handcuffed, sitting on the ground, lost in his thoughts and exchanged a few words with Indra without noticing his daughter standing by the door frame.

“Dad.” Much like when Abby heard her daughter's voice, he froze at first, probably wondering if it was just his imagination playing tricks on him. But, eventually, he looked up, and he was unable to take his eyes off his daughter, unable to even blink, as though she would disappear into thin air if his eyes closed for but an instant. Her lips parted, trembling and as she repeated herself, her voice choked with tears that came flooding her eyes. She approached him, taking a peek at the cuffs before wrapping her arms around him and pressing her face against his shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably.

She had dreams and nightmares about what their reunion would feel and look like, and thankfully, it were her dreams that had come true. He was alive, and standing right there. She didn't lose him while stuck in space, like she lost her mother while stuck on the ground. Her father couldn't reciprocate the hug because of his restraints but she felt his hand grab her jacket and take deep, shaky breaths against the top of her head. She never wanted to let him go. She wanted to keep him in her arms forever. Her greatest fear was to lose him. She somehow continued living after the biggest heartbreak of her entire life, which was losing her mother, but her father dying would be the final blow, and she knew deep down that she would never be able to cope with it; with the loss of both her parents, and her love for Bellamy made her think. Too much. And she cried even harder, but her father couldn't know it was also about Bellamy. Her voice was beyond unstable and inaudible because of her crying, “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, honey.” Hearing the softness with which he addressed her made her bury her face in his neck, whimpering, and he brought his hand to her shoulder blade. Hearing her cry, on top of finally seeing her again, made him greatly emotional too and she heard him sniffing next to her ear, trying to contain himself, definitely because he didn't want her to hear him cry and be even sadder. Her only thought in that moment was how much she loved her dad.

“We have to move. Now.” Indra’s voice led Michelle to break the embrace and turn her head towards her, nodding. Indra advised to keep her father out of Octavia’s sight while until the latter was brought up to the surface. She led them back to the fighting pit and was gotten out of the bunker. She had a radio and would signal when it would be safe for Kane to get to the surface. Clarke was already up there, most likely, as there was no trace of her in the arena either, bu there was Abby with them. Michelle stayed down there until Indra called to tell them to bring him up once Octavia had left. He tried to convince his daughter to go up before him, but she refused and pushed him forward. They buckled the cord and pulled him upwards. He looked down to his daughter as he disappeared in the blinding light of the sun. She then motioned for Abby to go forth, but she wouldn’t, and Michelle sighed, nodding, and grabbing the cord when it was thrown back into the hole. She was lifted in the air and helped on the ground. She quickly unbuckled the cord and almost ran towards her father, joining him in front of Clarke. He turned his head to her and caressed his cheek before putting his hands on his shoulder, with Clarke looking at them, sweetly. They backed away from each other, hearing Indra come up to them, whispering to Kane as she dropped something in his hands.

“Wait for night. If you get caught, I won’t be able to help you.” She walked away. What she had just dropped in the palm of his hand was actually the key to unlock his handcuffs. Abby jogged up to them, taking Clarke in her arms. Michelle only then noticed that Bellamy was no where to be seen, but neither was Octavia, so she assumed they must have been talking somewhere, otherwise Bellamy would have been waiting for them at the bunker’s exit. They did as advised and waited until nightfall. Michelle stayed with Abby and her father, until Clarke came to them, and they slipped away.

“Okay. We’re safe here. Let’s get those cuffs off.” Clarke urged.

“If you’re right, and that valley’s the only survivable place, where will your mother and I go?” He asked, while Michelle busied herself with freeing him from those handcuffs.

“I’ll talk to Octavia, see if I can reason with her.”

“You won’t be able to.” Abby retorted.

“Regardless, that’s tomorro’s problem.” She shrugged it off. “Today we have to keep you out of sight until everyone is safely—” Their conversation was disrupted by a strange sound nearby.

“What was that?”

Clarke glanced at her mother, “I know what that was. Stay here.” They watched her run towards the source of the loud sound they had just heard and exchanged glances, but they didn’t stay there without moving for long. Abby and her father heard shouting about a doctor, asking where she was, and they came out of hiding. They refused to let everyone kill each other while they hid. Michelle clenched her jaw and could only follow them. The grounders and prisoners were all gathered around a blown-up fountain, the latter holding massive guns with blue lights on the side.

“Don’t shoot.” Abby spoke. “We’ll come without a fight.”

“I bet you will, traitor.” Octavia glared at Kane as he walked behind Abby, his hands up.

“We?” Diyoza came face to face with her.

“The two of us. Those are my terms.”

“I see where your daughter gets it from. Take them both.”

“Mom, what are you doing?” Clarke pulled her eyebrows together in worry.

“I love you, Clarke.” Two men of Diyoza’s came to take her and Kane.

“Dad—” She grabbed his arm, frowning, and one of the men pushed her away and grabbed him.

“I love you.” He told her quietly as he was taken away. Michelle watched him disappear from her sight without moving. They had just been reunited, and they were already separated. Her eyes went to Diyoza as she addressed the crowd and gave her a death stare.

“Here are my terms. The valley’s ours. Any attempt to get ther will be met by overwhelming force. As long as you stay here, we won’t have a problem. Is that a problem?”

“What about Raven and Murphy?” Bellamy took a step forward.

“For now, insurance. Let’s go, on me.” Most of her men followed her as she turned her heels, but one of those holding the large guns didn’t move. She insisted, ordering him to come with them, and he was about to, if Octavia didn’t provoke him with her smirk. He shouted, charging the gun and fired, obliterating the grouder that thres himself in front of Octavia to protect her. The crowd grew furious and Diyoza urged her people to get out of there and get ready for emergency evacuation. Michelle stepped back, watching Indra get to Octavia to help her as she was a little stunned though uninjured and watched the ship fly over their heads, while everyone ran around her, going in every direction, but she stayed where she was, just thinking about her dad being on that ship and not caring about anything else.

[To be continued…]  

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Published (03/15/2025) by Andrea

Taglist:  @mirellef2001

[rafeysvenicebitch]

SECRETS IN THE SHADOWS: PHONE CALLS AND DOCTORS APPOINTMENTS

Synopsis: Scalvo randomly reappears…

Paring: Ex-Fiancé!Scalvo x Ex-Fiancée!Black fem reader

TW:cussing, talk of pregnancy

You had just come back from your last doctors appointment before your daughter was born. Your best-friend since childhood, Sia, was taking care of you most of the time since your mother couldn’t really travel due to her recent knee injury. But you had planned to see her after the baby was born.

Sia was making you a salad while you were reading through a baby names book on the couch.

She put the salad on the coffee table and sat by you,”Any calls from Scalvo?”

You shook your head,”No, not shocked honestly.”

She nodded slowly,”Have you tried reaching out to him? You should tell him how far along you are.”

You sighed,”He wouldn’t care.”

She rubbed your shoulder before standing up,”Well, I wanna get you some groceries, you’re low on some stuff. Should I stop by Dunkin’ and get you something?”

You smiled,”An iced coffee!”

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms,”Yiur giving birth in a month! Coffee doesn’t sound too good for you or the baby. A donut is as far as I’m letting you go.”

“Fineee..” you groaned.

>>>

Sia had been gone for 20 minutes. You decided to watch some TV and started channel surfing.

Your phone rang. You let it go to voicemail, since it was on the counter.

It rang again. You sighed and stood up. It was Scalvo’s number.

You picked it up,”Hello?”

He coughed a second,”Hey, uhm. How are you? How’s the baby?”

You sighed,”I’m doing great, and so is the baby. I’m 8 months, and it’s a girl.”

He chuckled,”That’s great! I’m so happy! I wanted to stop by today. I know I’ve messed up and haven’t called. But I need you to forgive me. I’ve stopped doing jobs. I promise, I’ll get an honest job and I’ll provide for you and the baby. I swear.” He sounded honest.

I tried to suppress my smile,”Really? That’s sweet of you..”

“Soooo, can I come over?”

“Yep.”

>>>

“Hey.”

You opened the door to see Scalvo standing there with a Carter’s bag and a few other shopping bags.

“Hi! How are you Scal?” You let him come in.

He placed the stuff on the dining table,”I’m fine…” he paused to look at you, placing his hands on your waist,”I missed you..”

You hated to admit it, you missed him as well.

You nodded,”I did too..”

The front door barged open, Sia.

“IS THIS MAN HURTING YOU? DO I NEED TO FUCK HIM UP?” She let the grocery bags fall to the ground.

Scalvo put his hands up in surrender,”Hey! I’m just talkin’ to her!”

She crossed her arms,”Ok. Why did you just show up all of a sudden? It’s been 8 fucking months since you’ve gotten her pregnant!”

He sighed deeply,” I was being a bitch I get that. But I decided to take responsibility.”

She rolled her eyes,”If you say so…” she picked the groceries up and walked into the kitchen.

Scalvo put his hands back on your waist,”So, back to what I was saying…I missed you. I’ve messed up, I understand,” he kissed you for a few seconds,”I just need a second chance. I wanna raise this baby together,” he pulled something out of his pocket, a ring box,”I’m gonna do this again, will you marry me?”

A/N: short chapter, Ik buttttt I just wanted to leave it on a little cliffhanger. But yeah, more coming soon.

-Michelle🌺

[gacougnol]

Chim (David Seymour) (1911 - 1956)

Funeral barge

Island of San Michele, Venice, 1950

[yotogibanashi]

Quotidian girlfriend.

Caution: None. Pairing: Okusawa Misaki x gn!reader. Story type: Headcanons.

The last thing she expected was to have a significant other amidst the chaos she was surrounded with.

Congratulations on successfully and officially dating Misaki—now you are hers and she is yours. As she didn't seem to portray any interest in a relationship beyond the friend zone, you're quite a fortunate soul! Without a doubt, you are someone she trusts deeply if she allows you to tug her heartstrings and make her wish to be around you for the majority of the time.

Dating Misaki is pretty chill and calm with a little bit of an intimate atmosphere when you two were alone. However, if the rest of Hello, Happy World! was around—it was anything but intimate.

She wasn't experienced in relationships as lovers but she's doing it diligently as she does with other things. Her love language was more likely to be quality time and acts of service—doing activities you both enjoyed. For example, making felt dolls for her little sister is her hobby, if you spend alone time with her and engage in her hobby activity you might notice she smiles at herself subconsciously—feeling butterflies in her abdomen as you seem immersed in your work of making one.

She would be surprised if you also made a felt doll resemblance her and gave it to her as a gift. "Thank you..." She smiles faintly as she holds the doll with care. Of course, she cares. You're a fool if you think otherwise.

Oh! Did I tell you the two of you secretly dating? Because it would be chaos if other girls were aware of this fact. Well, it is—when you two trying to seal lips together for the first time—Kokoro accidentally barged inside and blinked when saw you two awkwardly trying to kiss each other on the lips.

And Kokoro on a whim throwing celebrations for you two with the rest of Hello, Happy World!'s members. Misaki was so embarrassed for getting caught in the first place and she seemed she wish to disappear into a rabbit hole instead.

"I wish you two blessed with happiness!" Kaoru with her usual flamboyance makes an exaggerating gesture. "Congratulations you two!" Kokoro and Hagumi cheerfully congratulate you two. "I'm happy for you two..." Kanon smiles happily. Misaki seemed on the verge of passing out of embarrassment next to you. In the end—you two didn't kiss on the lips but on the cheek or the back of the hand when alone.

So, don't be surprised if other band girls interact with you and congratulations on your relationship. It was spread by Kokoro, Hagumi and Kaoru without a doubt.

It was challenging considering you two are still high school students and attending different schools. Poor Misaki was part of the band as Michelle and had to balance her school life, band and relationship fairly. Fortunately, you more often than not spend your time around Hello, Happy World! as an unofficial extra hand and the fact you're one of Hagumi's childhood friends.

As Misaki's significant other—you gain privileges by getting invitations to watch them perform on the stage. Kokoro might also include your name in their speech for helping them on the stage with the spotlight directed at your figure solely within the crowds—Misaki does her best to prevent Kokoro from revealing who you are to Michelle's "agent" in front of the audience.

[onboardsorasora]

Enchanted AU: Part 28

Hey Lovlies Enchanted Mondays are a go!!! I love you all so so so much!🥰

Part 1 | Last Chapter

Part 28

Max’s heart clenched at Daniel’s cry for his mother when Grace entered the room. He’d never felt so wretched before. He turned from the hallway to see Michelle standing in his living room staring at him. She didn’t look upset at least, but that also remained to be seen.

“Sorry to barge in like this.” She smiled wryly, “sucks we’re officially meeting under these circumstances.”

Max snorted, that was true. He motioned for her to sit in the couch and all but threw himself in the loveseat. She took him up on the offer, putting her coat and bag on the cushion beside her. She took a deep breath.

“Ok. Let me have it. What’s going on? Daniel didn’t tell me anything.” She eyed him penetratively, as if she could see into his soul. He’d never truly asked Daniel if his whole family was magical, and currently he was beginning to think that while Daniel clearly had the most obvious power, it was highly likely that Michelle’s was more subtle. And powerful.

Max sighed and scratched his eyebrow, “I changed my family’s Christmas plans and lied to him about it. I didn’t want him to feel bad or think he was ruining our plans.”

Michelle huffed, “Why didn’t you just tell him?” Which, fair. Would have saved them all of this. Saved them from having to fly all the way across the world in a panic.

“I panicked.” He shrugged. “He was, of course, looking at me terrified that he’d sabotaged everyone’s holiday, y’know? I didn’t even think, I just texted my mom and sister to come here instead. It was a really easy switch, of course, it wasn’t like, y’know, we’d never holiday’d anywhere else for Christmas before. And everyone was excited.”

Michelle leaned back against the couch cushions and nodded, understanding immediately that Max was just as in love with Daniel as her brother was with him. He was whipped; one look at Daniel’s wide sad boy eyes were enough to rattle this man to his core. She couldn’t help it, she started giggling. Max jolted in surprise, blinking uncomprehendingly.

This was not quite the reaction he was expecting. 

Daniel was locked away in his room completely destroyed and not talking to Max and Michelle is laughing. Max had never had an older sister, and he knew that the dynamic was a bit different. But this seemed a bit cruel.

“You guys are so ridiculous.” She gasped before giggling again. And well, Max wished she’d get her bearings quickly because what the hell did she mean by that?

“You are so in love with him it's painful how oblivious you are. I bet your friends roll your eyes at you in italics all the time.” She snorted at her own joke, holding her stomach as it started cramping. She couldn’t wait to unleash that one onto Daniel, he’d get a kick out of it.

Wait, what?

Max watched her with a stupefied expression, even as his brain started going a mile a minute. He wasn’t in love with Daniel. Yes, he liked him and wanted him to stay. Max wanted to go out with him, he thought about their reservation that he hadn’t yet cancelled. 

Max got lost in his thoughts, thinking more and more about how happy he had been since he met Daniel. How Daniel’s presence made anything better, how his laugh made Max’s chest warm and seeing him swaying to his internal music or cuddling with the cats made him feel content. And seeing him with Luka and Lio had given him butterflies.

Well shit, he was in love with Daniel.

He knew his flabbergasted expression hadn't let up because Michelle was staring at him with the most smug, shit eating, I told you so grin he had ever seen on a person. Max was suddenly very happy to not have an older sister.

Sassy jumped onto the arm of the loveseat and chirped at him before licking her paw. She also looked very smug, for a cat.

“You too Sass?” Max groaned, feeling like he was being attacked on all sides. “Now that you point it out, it is of course, quite obvious.” He scratched his elbow before pointing his palm in the direction of the bedrooms, specifically the one with the locked door where Daniel was hating Max with all his might. “Yes, I love him, but how is that helpful when he is sad and upset because of me?”

“What?”

Max stumbled out of his chair in surprise, Daniel stood in the middle of the hallway– shell shocked. Grace patted Daniel’s shoulder and walked by him into the living room.

“Michelle, stop teasing him.” She scolded, but Michelle didn’t lose her grin. Grace turned to Max with a soft smile, “I think you two should talk, hmm?” She walked into the kitchen and Jimmy jumped up onto the countertop to watch her, she turned to him; “could you show me where the mugs are?”

Max blinked, barely able to draw his eyes away from how calmly and easily Grace set Jimmy to work, with all the confidence of a woman who was used to helpful animals underfoot. Distantly he once again regretted not asking Daniel if his whole family had magic. Speaking of Daniel, he still stood there in the hallway. He looked just as tired as he had this morning.

“Chelle, I need your help.” Grace called, clearly trying to distract her daughter from watching Max and Daniel like they were her new favourite soap opera. Michelle got up with a grumble which sprung Max into action. He walked quickly over to Daniel as if giving him time to think would send him scurrying back into his room. Fair.

Daniel watched Max; still stupefied, stunned, speechless. His mouth hung open in a small ‘o’.

“Can we talk?” Max asked hesitantly, Daniel closed and opened his mouth for a breath or two before just nodding. Exhaling gratefully, Max led him back down the hall to his sim room. He closed the door behind them and watched as Daniel sat in the couch and bit his cuticle nervously.

Daniel stared unseeingly at Max, he didn’t believe what he overheard. He must have heard incorrectly. Max didn’t love him. 

“I’m sorry.” Max said, he paced the length of the room from the door to the sim chair. It was maybe a few meters, just enough that any conversation in the hallway wouldn’t interrupt Max on the sim. Daniel watched him through his lashes.

“Of course, I didn’t mean for you to hear that–” Max muttered and Daniel valiantly fought his disappointment.

“Yeah, sure.” Daniel whispered, nodding his bowed head. It was exactly as he thought, it made sense.

“And I’m sorry for everything– I shouldn’t have. I panicked and–” Max continued, running his hand through his hair, wishing he had a cap to play with the brim of.

Daniel felt the acute stab of his dismay and choked down the suffocating feeling. Of course. Of course. Daniel clenched his eyes shut, he clenched his toes and his fingers. Anything to keep his anguish in. He felt like it was pouring off of him like heat waves, like smoke from a too hot pan. Max was still pacing and talking about how all of this was just a mistake and misunderstanding and Daniel bit his tongue.

He watched as Max came to a stop by his sim, he smiled softly and Daniel felt the crack in his heart.

“Yeah I– I understand? Same.” Daniel pressed his lips together in a tight smile, Max’s eyes widened before settling in a happy crinkle. Daniel’s ears buzzed with static. He needed to leave, he needed to get out of there. He stood quickly, ready to bolt and froze when Max’s arms enclosed around him. Daniel shivered and pressed his face into Max’s neck, this felt unnecessarily cruel. But it was also everything he wanted.

When Max pulled away, Daniel smiled that tight smile again and backed up until he got to the door. He gazed at Max one last time before quitting the room. He ignored his sister when she called out for him and instead made a beeline for his room. He walked right into the closet, sliding the door closed behind himself and folded himself in the furthest corner of the dark space. 

Next Chapter

[danger-tits-lute]

🎹🎶

She all but slammed the door to her apartment, one that he had never been in but if he had, he would have seen a fairly tidy and minimalistic space set in whites and light greys. Pops of green littered her living room with the only living things that occupied it besides herself; she checked the quality of the one nearest her by running her fingertips over a glossy leaf. If only she could make her love life as vibrant. Watering a fool to get it to flower was seeming to be a hopeless endeavor, though, and she exhaled in a small huff with the pursed lips of frustration.

She wasn't really angry at him, more so herself. She knew he was emotionally incompetent from the get go, but a girl in love could only hear so much whining about a man's ex before she finally snaps. This was especially so after thousands of years of dedication, proof to him so she thought, that he had someone freely giving what he claimed to desire most. Except... she wasn't who he wants was she? She wasn't Lilith. She wasn't Eve. She was a stupid, stupid exorcist that fell in love with the first man for only Father knows what reason because often times she could not find one.

Spats between them were common so it started off fairly normal, but whether she had been in a particularly bad mood today or his incessant moaning hit a finally exposed nerve, she had yelled at him to shut up. Not so bad right? Wrong. She didn't end there. No, she let her words get away from her, finally telling him how hopeless he was, that she has done everything for him and he was too hung up on a bitch that never wanted him to see the one that actually does. Then, she did something she's never done.

Leave.

Not another word was spoken from her after that and she did not wait for his slack jawed state to catch up and respond. She glared at him with a fire and a hatred only reserved for sinners, turned around, and walked away. And now she was home, regretting everything, pissed off at herself more than the one who was breaking her slowly. If one didn't know her very well they would assume she was completely done with him based on that interaction, but she was far from it. Those words were born out of an inability to separate herself from him not just professionally but emotionally.

And if one was shocked and afraid at their lieutenant's outburst and decided to follow her, they would find her door locked, pounding and yelling of "bitch, open the door!" going completely unnoticed through the changing of her clothes in the next room. And if, in their hurt and anger, they weren't satisfied with being perceivably ignored they might have rerouted their attempt to her balcony where her large French doors were wide open and easily barge in-able.

It was a solid plan until the view through those doors and the fluid notes cascading out of them was a secondary shock to the man in as many hours. There sat his Lute, at a large white and gold piano, shoulders exposed in the softness of a cream sweater, fingers gliding over the keys with her eyes closed and her lips moving to produce sounds much softer than he'd heard in any band practice. Frozen on the spot, lyrics hit him like several bullets as she confessed her continued commitment to him in desperate pleas of reciprocation.

[kyra45-but-animals]

Poppy

Scam accounts below are not run by the original owner and any PayPals shown on the scam accounts also do not belong to the owner. Please do not barge onto this post telling me the scam accounts are the owner. Their post is stolen from this legitimate source.

hologramconnosseurrs | sleiekkem | ohdelin | michelvv | michevvous | michevvouuz

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The account belonging to Poppy’s owner is @luckypoppymilliemama !~

[losmendoza]

Es una locura pensar que Armando siempre tendría mujeres persiguiéndolo por su atención y cariño (por ejemplo, Marcela, Claudia Bosch, Karina Larson, Mireya (su antigua secretaria antes de la llegada de Betty). Después de decirle una vez a Mario que no lo haría. perseguir a una mujer. Sin embargo, Betty como ella fue la única que pudo capturar su corazón y amor, lo que las otras mujeres que estaban en su vida no pudieron lograr. Armando una vez sintió que ella se le escapaba ( por ejemplo, en las situaciones con Nicolas y Michel) que la perseguiría hasta que fuera suya porque no era capaz de lidiar con la idea de perder a la mujer que ama por otro hombre. Por ejemplo, cuando Betty siempre lo dejaba para o salir con Nicolas como su venganza de querer que Armando sintiera celos extremos y ver hasta donde lo llevaría. Armando estaría apareciendo o llamando a su casa por desesperación para hablar con ella y si no eso a primera hora de la mañana barcaza a su oficina queriendo hablar sobre por qué lo dejó. Este es exactamente el hombre que dijo que nunca perseguiría a una mujer, pero esto cambia después de que Betty entra en su vida.

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It's crazy to think that Armando would always have women chasing after him for his attention and affection (e.g., Marcela, Claudia Bosch, Karina Larson, Mireya (his old secretary before the arrival of Betty). After once saying to Mario that he would not chase after a women. However, Betty as she was the only one that was able to capture his heart and love which the other women that were in his life were not able to achieve. Armando once he felt that she was slipping away from him (e.g., in the situations with Nicolas and Michel) that he would chase her until she was his because he was not able to deal with the idea of losing the woman that he loves to another man. For example, when Betty was always leaving him to either hang out with Nicolas as her revenge of wanting Armando to feel extreme jealousy and see how far he would take it. Armando would be showing up or calling her house out of desperation to talk to her and if not first thing in the morning he would barge into her office wanting to talk about why she left him. This is the exact man that said he would never chase after a woman but this changes after Betty enters his life.

[shadowfoxsilver]

hologramconnosseurrs doesn’t own Poppy

Hi! I’m making this post over here to bring awareness of a scam account making a PayPal name that’s impersonating the real owner. The real owner isn’t a tumblr user and the scammer has already made $200 off unknowing users so I feel it’s urgent to make this post where I have a bigger audience.

Michelle Riggs (MRiggs859) is not the real owners PayPal address and needs to be reported for fraud as they’ve stolen a real fundraiser and reposted it here as their own. The ask they was sending out is this:

Yo hi there! :c I’m very sorry to bother you at this time but I’m kinda hoping if you’d be so kind to check the post that I pinned on my blog and maybe give it a little help by boosting/sharing it? it’s for my cat who has now anemia and we need help to get her the tests that she needs. Thank you if you do as it would really mean the world to me and I understand if you don’t, still appreciate you and stay safe! Btw, please do send me a msg to reply or answer the ask privately instead as I dont want other blogs to think im a spambot or what when they see it publicly, sorry for asking this, praying you’d consider! 🥲🙏

The cat, Poppy, isn’t their cat. They’ve blocked anyone calling them out and also remove any reblogs that say the same thing. Please do not donate to hologramconnosseurrs or share their scam post unless you was warning people of the scam. Below is the real link to support the owner. They are not on tumblr and they own the cat.

Please do not barge onto this post to defend the scammer. They are stealing someone’s real name and pretending to be them while not helping the owner. Someone even gave them this link and got blocked. So don’t defend the scammer when they know their scamming people willingly and won’t remove their scam post after getting caught. They know people will still give them money and they have no plan to give it back.

And to show you, I would have a link here but the blog is gone. However, keep in mind the link is gone because the account went down but in time please check @kyra45 for any updates. The scam post is not the legitimate method of supporting the owner. No money given is going to the cat.

Also here is another ask they was sending:

Yo hi! :c I’m very sorry to bother you at this time but I’m kinda hoping if you’d be so kind to check the post that I pinned on my blog and maybe give it a little help by boosting/sharing it? it’s for my cat who has now anemia and we need help to get her the tests that she needs. Thank you if you do as it would really mean the world to me! 🫶🏽🥹

As of 7/7/2023 the blog is down but keep an eye out for any asks!~

[private-bryan]

Tell me I was wrong

After returning from Donegal, Michelle has words with Erin

I bashed this out in literally a couple of hours to get it out of my head, because apparently it wouldn't stop barging in front of what I was meant to be working on.

One specific eagle eyed reader might notice I mentioned it again - it always gives me a chuckle when I can work that phrase in.

[nil-hahnu-okaaz]

Despite Constance Michel's kindness, Grelod's cruelty was what prevailed mostly at Honorhall.

When she froze adoptions, I couldn't take it anymore. I one evening in a fit of drunken rage barged in on her (yelling at the children of course) and I got her with a pretty sweet suplex move. She died instantly. Later upon sobering up I realized I probably could have shown some restraint. Or maybe did her stealthily away from the children. It's just, my drunken Lizard brain kinda figured it would make the children happy to see someone in the community still had their backs. Not that Constance Michel wasn't helping. She's the only reason I was even taken in to the orphanage in the first place. Probably the main reason I survived childhood.

Grelod was intolerant of everyone, but I suppose I'm lucky I'm not an Orc.

One of my earliest memories (Which Constance Michel has helped me with some specific details, as I was very young) is of finding an Orc child who had recently run away from Largashbur while I was out picking flowers. They were being attacked by a giant spider. I made short work of the spider and tore it apart with teeth and claw, and together the Orc and I went back to Honorhall. Grelod was starting to get worse at the time, and was barely tolerating my presence. She absolutely refused to accept the Orc, citing a lack of room, food, and a fear of savages coming back to claim their child. (Which obviously wasn't true.)

So the child left to try and find a way to survive on their own. Perhaps find a Master looking for an apprentice. They still retained a bit of Blacksmithing knowledge from their brief time at the Stronghold. They reassured me they could survive on their own going forward and thanked me for the help so far before leaving and promising they'd see me again when we were older.

This was never to pass, for I found their corpse months later in the Ratway. This is when I started to really hate Grelod. Odd that this is one of my very first memories, I just don't think much happened before. I mostly existed on instinct. Eat, study, keep my blood warm. This was the first time I really considered my place, though. Nearly everything before that is too faded to really remember. Even this isn't entirely my own memory, a lot of the gaps were filled by Constance's recollection.

It's a wonder I survived childhood honestly. But I guess people around Riften liked the novelty of a lizard baby. It inspired them to work together somewhat, on an "it takes a village" type of thing. They all wanted me to survive I guess. It also probably helped when I started literally paying them all back with fish I'd catch.

Anyway idk where I was going

More idle thoughts I guess

Thanks for readin'🧜

[sissa-arrows]

The video is a song named “17 octobre” by the rapper Medine (Algerian born and raised in France) the song is about the massacre of October 17 1961. Over 200 Algerians were killed and drowned by the police during a peaceful protest.

Translation:

Algiers, capital city, at the beginning of the sixties

The pieds-noirs (1) leave the ship, the colonizers kill the rats (2)

1961, summer time, it’s the Algerian war and its festival

And its share of discriminations, of tortures, of abuses from a whole bunch of bastards.

A few degrees north of the equator

I leave French Algeria, with a heartache

This is my story, Ahmed son of Mohamed

My body gangrenous from the misery in North Africa

By the murders on curfew nights (3)

By my fear of French soldiers shooting us

Open your sails small freeing liner

Take me to country of employers

Far from the Arab unemployment of Algiers (4)

Far from those who turn our mosques into churches

Basilica of Notre Dame D’Afrique move away from my sight when the tissues are waved

Shedding a tear in the Mediterranean

A drop of water in the sea containing the pain/grief for my wretched earth/land

Berth in Marseille, autonomous port

Phocean city, a stranger among the natives

Towards Saint Charles, train station

Boarding platform 7, car 6, livestock/merchandise wagon

Meeting the eyes of the local police, striking my heart like a mortar fire

Receive the arrow of hatred from the conscript of the “contingent”

“Your Id!”

“I’m French sir”

Railroad, last stop Paris Gare de Lyon

The mainland France and its million people

A few dozen of francs in my fist

Will be used for first contact in the local cafe

I was looking for warmth but it was bloodcurdling

When my eyes met blue iced colored eyes

Impressed by their lack of hospitality

Is that how they are? Moralizers without morality

Discouraged I resume walking

My feet will take me to the North African neighborhoods

Nanterre, a bunch of slums

Cheap insecure housing for my beginning in this life

“I won’t let the killer of the FLN rule over Paris!

From now on for one hit we receive you will give ten back.” (5)

Here there’s nothing good for the r***** (6) told me the blood thirsty police chief of my district

After pissing on my hands, the peace keeper (7) beat people from the neighborhood on a daily basis (8)

17th day of October, the FLN decided to put an end to the disgrace

Indeed the newspaper of the previous day headlined

“Curfew recommended for all immigrants” (9)

No! The reaction was immediate

Algerians of France in the streets we will walk

Protesting against their racist laws

Occupying their bridge and roundabouts

In a peaceful protest (10) we demand justice for our civil rights

But the police don’t see it that way

For them we’re just a bunch of rebellious rats

Let’s walk toward the Saint-Michel bridge

We will see how this dispute ends

Once on the riverbank I see the welcoming committee

Who wishes to turn this bridge into our coffin

Both sides look at each other

A deathly silence between the two riverbanks

Then a voice rise and scream “Down with the curfew” and the cops start shooting

The first line fall and the manhunt begins

I run, like a purebred horse I gallop

But the bridge is surrounded, we’ve been tricked

On a jail on stilts, we are confined

Not one, not two but a dozen of police sticks come smashing my head

And my bones break under my raincoat

My mouth violently smash the sidewalk

Their mouths l’audit laughing from seeing us

“We will see if the rats know how to swim.

At the bottom of the Seine River you won’t be able to get revenge anymore”

Unconscious, laying in my own blood

All my limbs held by police sergeants

Start my descent where the barge pass by

They make sure I’m dead by hitting my head on the bridge

I fall like some trash in a trash chute

In the fall my neck violently hit the edge

Liquid stabbing all my body, the ice cold river like a hot stake for my sacrifice

Mister Papon judged that it was good to drown us

No firefighters to stop the fire (11)

You don’t stop a fire with a glass of oil

Without thinking about the infantryman and zouaves fighters (12)

My body carried by the current

Will be pulled out of the water around Rouen

Strange water lilies float on the Seine

Full length movie clip the eye on a scene

Water damage for the people of the human-zoos (13)

Dehumanized brown and black people don’t live to be old

A piss bucket in which rats are drown

Black October, lynching (14) in the boulevard

Here there’s nothing good for the r***** (6) told me the police chief Maurice Papon

4 months later they lynch people in Charonne

The c******** (15) and the coco (16) who help the b********* (6)

132 years of French occupation replaced our hearts with embers

Algeria in green and white, star and crescent (17)

Growing duty of remembrance

Djazair

(1) A pied noirs in a European colonizer in Algeria. Nowadays people use it for all of North Africa but it is historical inaccurate. A European in Morocco or Tunisia was just called a colonizer/settler. And I personally insist on that distinction.

(2) the sentence has two meanings. Colonizers would call us rats so it means colonizers are killing Algerians but in this case it also means figuratively killing Algerians by sending them in ships to go work in France.

(3) the curfew only applies to Muslim Algerians the id would have the mention “FMA” French Muslim of Algeria sometimes it was written directly. It was a specific status under the status of other citizens.

(4) most jobs in Algeria meant working for a colonizer who would refuse to pay you so people would sometimes come to France they would still work for French people but would get paid at least (less than white people)

(5) This is a quote from Maurice Papon the police prefect of Paris back then. There was altercation between the police and Algerians a couple cops were killed many more Algerians were killed. At the funeral of one of them Papon told the police “for each one of us they kill or wound we will kill ten Algerians” and he promised protection in front of the law to cops who would do that.

(6) anti Algerian slur

(7) French cops are called “Gardiens de la paix” which means “Peace keepers”. My posts are enough to show you how much it’s bullshit.

(8) before any French people come after me Medine says “casser du cru” and while it is rare to use it that way du cru can means “from the region” “local”. Given how Medine is and given the context my translation is correct.

(9) France put in place a curfew for Algerians only. Not all immigrants Medine used immigrants because back then the majority of people called immigrants were Algerians and also because this is a song and it sounded better.

(10) The few weapons were confiscated by volunteers before the protest. The goal was to have a big peaceful protest and the organizers thought that if someone was caught with a weapon it would be used to justify killing protesters… they ended up being wrong even without weapons people were killed.

(11) It is a reference to a fire in Paris in 2005 and an other song from Medine. African immigrants in low income housing. They kept telling the city the building was in ruin that it was dangerous that there was no smoke detector nothing… people kept trying to find other places to live but they couldn’t because of how expensive it was and when it wasn’t expensive the landlord would refuse when seeing a Black man or an Arab man. That year there was three deadly fires in those low income housing. The majority of the victims were Black people and North Africans. In one of the fires,the one mentioned in the other song by Medine, there was 17 victims (3 women and 14 children under 10 majority of the victims were black (some sources say all of them were Black) ) and the firefighters took too long to arrive.

(12) A reference to the Black and North African infantrymen who were forced to fight during the two world war.

(13) A reference to the fact that Black people and North Africans were put in human zoos in France.

(14) the French word for a racist lynching is actually a mix between an anti Algerian slur and the familiar word for beating up. Like the word we use today to talk about white supremacists beating up a PoC was created to talk about lynching against Algerians specifically…

(15) this is a deformation of the Arabic word for “brother” it was used mostly as an anti Algerian slur (again I know) but it was sometimes used as an insult against white people who saw Algerians as their equals. In this case it’s to designate those white people.

(16) communists

(17) Algerian flag

[vivelafranceblog]

LA PÉNICHE ET LE PONT NEUF

Pont Neuf

Bridge in Paris, France

The barge and the Pont Neuf - Watercolor painting on Arches paper 

The western sides of the Île de la Cité and the Pont Neuf in Paris, France. Looking east.

Painting of the Pont Neuf project as approved by King Henry III in 1578. The bridge was completed in 1607 with a less ornate design.

The Pont Neuf in 1615, (Map of Paris by Matthäus Merian)

The Pont Neuf is the oldest standing bridge across the river Seine in Paris, France. It stands by the western point of the Île de la Cité, the island in the middle of the river that was, between 250 and 225 BC, the birthplace of Paris, then known as Lutetia and, during the medieval period, the heart of the city. 

Address: 75001 Paris, France

Body of water: Seine

Construction started: 1578

Location: Paris

Architects: Jean Baptiste Androuet du Cerceau, MORE

Total length: 232 metres (761 ft)

Coordinates: 48°51′27″N 2°20′30″E / 48.85750°N 2.34167°E

Next downstream: Pont des Arts

Next upstream: Pont au Change; Pont Saint-Michel

No. of spans: 7 + 5

Pont Neuf - Wikipedia