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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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⚜️The Alchemy of Gold⚜️

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Characters: Cassandra Bellarose (OC), Chevalier Michel

Pairing: (Clavis Lelouch x OC)

Event: Falling For Fall CC

Hosted by: @violettduchess & @lorei-writes

Prompt: Gold (Fluff)

⚜️The Alchemy of Gold⚜️

The sun slanted through the tall windows, bathing Prince Chevalier’s private library in a warm, golden glow. The rich mahogany shelves and the scent of aged parchment lent the room a timeless quality, but it was the way the sunlight danced along the gold accents of the second prince’s clothing that could easily dazzle anyone else. His pristine white uniform, adorned with gilded threads that shimmered like liquid sunlight, perfectly complemented his pale blond hair, which seemed to glow in the gentle warmth.

Yet, despite the beautiful prince before her, Cassandra’s thoughts remained elsewhere—as always, it was Prince Clavis who filled the forefront of her mind and heart. She sat across the room from Chevalier, hardly reading. Her fingers grazed the spine of an old book, but her mind was tangled in the web that was Clavis. No matter how many moments they shared—his teasing remarks, the warmth in his gaze—she could never be certain of what lay beneath the surface. His words always danced just beyond sincerity, always laced with humor, leaving her to wonder if he ever truly meant any of it.

Did Clavis care for her, or was she simply another participant in his endless games? Every glance, every fleeting touch, sent her heart racing, but just when she thought there might be something real between them, he would pull away, hiding behind a grin or a clever remark. She longed to know what he truly felt, but with Clavis, there was always another layer, another riddle to solve. Did he ever drop the mask, even for a moment? And if he did, would she be able to see the truth?

Her thoughts swirled in frustration as she tried to make sense of him, of the games he played—whether they were meant to distract her or himself.

"He hides behind games," Chevalier said suddenly, breaking the silence without even glancing up from his book. "But games require strategy. Few appreciate the mind behind them." The light from the window glinted off his hair, casting an almost ethereal glow over the golden accents of his pristine uniform, making him seem even more distant, like a figure carved from marble and gold.

“Clavis?” Cassandra blinked in surprise. Though she and Prince Chevalier had developed a quiet camaraderie since he’d discovered her love for ancient texts, it was still unusual for him to speak unprompted. Most afternoons, she would arrive, offer a polite greeting that went unanswered, and quietly sit to read. Occasionally, he would ask for her thoughts on a text, but those moments were rare. Never had he spoken to her about Clavis—not even when Clavis would barge into the library, pulling her away to witness one of his newest inventions or insist she taste a dish he’d prepared “especially” for her.

A faint smirk appeared on Chevalier’s lips, as if her surprise amused him. "He has potential," he added, his tone measured and detached, his eyes still fixed on the pages before him. "But potential, without purpose, is wasted."

Cassandra shifted in her seat, processing his words. “Perhaps…he just hasn’t found that purpose yet.”

For the first time, Chevalier lifted his gaze to meet hers. His blue eyes, so often cold and calculating, reflected the sunlight in a way that made them seem warmer, softer—if only for a fleeting moment. 

“That fool will require guidance to discover it," Chevalier continued, his voice calm but laden with unspoken meaning. "Someone who can see past the games, with enough patience...and vision."

Cassandra sat in stunned silence, her heart beating in time with the golden light that wrapped around them like a veil. For someone as famously detached as Chevalier, these words felt like a gift—a rare glimpse into his perception of both his brother and her.

Chevalier’s gaze fell back to his book, the brief flicker of warmth vanishing as quickly as it had come. "But you won’t find the answers in these pages," he said, his voice returning to its usual crisp tone. "Clavis is more intricate than any text you'll read here."

A faint smile tugged at the corners of Cassandra’s lips. "Perhaps," she murmured, "but it’s comforting to know I’m not alone in appreciating that complexity."

Silence fell between them once more, but it was no longer the cold, detached silence that typically surrounded Chevalier. This time, it felt...different. Thoughtful, almost.

"Remember, Dreamer," Chevalier said, his voice calm but firm, "gold on its own is soft, but when alloyed with the right metal it becomes strong—unyielding. Its true strength lies in what supports it."

Cassandra’s gaze flicked to the gold that adorned his uniform, threads shimmering in the light—bold, unmistakable, much like the prince himself. Chevalier’s strength was clear for all to see, wielded with precision and purpose. But his words made her think of Clavis, whose power wasn’t so easily defined, cloaked beneath his playful facade. They were so different, these brothers, yet both possessed a kind of strength that captivated her—one open and commanding, the other veiled and elusive. The thought stirred something within her, a sense that perhaps there was more to understand than she’d realized.

As the warm golden light of the setting sun bathed the library, they returned to their reading, the silence between them not uncomfortable but now gilded with a shared understanding.

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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🌺

[yukina-otome]

Pregnancy scare headcannons

Hello everyone! Here is part 1 of my pregnancy scare headcannons this time with Chevalier and Clavis. Feel free to request the other princes in the comments!

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It was during a time MC and her prince were not even engaged.

MC was pacing around in her room, her period was late, very late. Almost 3 weeks late to be precise. 

This had happened before, but it was never more than a week or so. This time, she could really be pregnant.

Well, she had been pretty stressed lately and she knew that her period often responded to stress by being late.

But they have been going at it like bunnies this past month so it wasn’t impossible for her to be pregnant.

The worst is that she had no way to know for sure until around 2 months of pregnancy and right now she could be 1 month pregnant so she’d have to wait one whole month for the midwife to be able to diagnose her.

All she could hope for is for her period to come.

She felt panic submerge her more every second that passed, until she heard the door to her room open.

Chevalier Michel

Chevalier knew all of MC’s little habits by heart. He knew she was late, very late. But he did not worry at all.

This has happened before, never that much but even if she was pregnant, it would not be a big deal.

He was nothing like his father who could not protect his belle. He knew he could guarantee her safety and the safety of their child.

He expected her to be worried about this, so when he did not find her in their usual meeting spot, his library, he knew she would be in her room.

He opened the door to find her in the middle of a panic attack.

She barely noticed him coming in, and he quickly walked to her and grabbed her arm in a gesture that he wanted to be reassuring but came out a bit aggressive and awkward.

“What’s wrong?” he asked her even though he knew very well what was happening. He wanted to give her a chance for her to tell him herself.

She looked away. She didn’t know how he would react to this news.

“Even if you were pregnant, it would not be a problem.”

She looked up at him in surprise. As always, he was able to read her like a book.

“How would it not be a problem! Do you not remember what happened to the previous belle. I have no status to protect me or the hypothetical baby! What if-”

He quickly cut her off before she went deeper in her hypothesis.

“Do you compare me to that pathetic excuse of a father? Are you underestimating my abilities to protect you and our child?”

‘Our child’ saying it felt strangely good, he did not dislike the idea, it’s just that the timing wasn’t ideal.

And he saw it in her eyes, she did not dislike the thought of it either.

She started calming down and he wrapped his arms around her.

She never felt as safe as she did when he hugged her. She closed her eyes, feeling all the stress melt.

And indeed, few days later her period arrived. She was relieved and he simply smiled at her when she told him the news.

He knew he would want a child between them someday, but it was not the time yet.

For now, all he needed was her.

Clavis Lelouch

NB: We know that canonically this scenario is not possible for Clavis but let’s pretend it is.

Clavis knew he wanted as many children with his lover as possible, he did not care for the when and where.

As long as MC wanted this, he did not care.

As he did almost every day now, Clavis barged into his lover’s room without much of a knock.

She usually scolded him for that but today she looked at him in both surprise and panic.

His usual shady smile quickly disappeared as he rushed to her.

“What’s wrong?”

She felt tears coming to her eyes and he hugged her tightly.

He had no idea what or who did this to her but whoever it was, he would make them pay.

She cried for a while, and he just hugged her until she finally calmed down enough to be able to tell him what’s wrong.

“Wait, that’s it? That’s what made you into this state? haha!”

He laughed more in relief than anything else.

“Clavis! This is a big problem! What if I really am pregnant!”

“Then me and you would become parents! I can already see myself with an army of little clavis playing pranks on the whoooole caste!”

MC was relieved to see him so enthusiastic and she couldn't help but smile weakly.

“Or….Is that not something you want?” clavis had a serious expression on his face. If she never wanted to have babies he would not mind at all. The most important thing for him was her happiness.

“I want it too! But not now! It’s too early! Right now whatever kid we have would be illegitimate. I don’t have the power nor the status to protect it and-”

“So that’s the problem!? If so then let's hold our engagement tomorrow and our wedding after tomorrow! With that, you’ll be officially my princess! I’ll talk to Cyran right away and-”

“Wait! No! That’s not what I want! I want you to marry me cause you want it not because I’m pregnant! Plus right now I might not be pregnant at all so let’s wait for confirmation!”

She tried to calm down her lover, knowing very well that he could go through with the idea.

“But I do want to marry you! The baby is just the perfect excuse!”

“That’s not the point and you know it! Let’s just wait, please.” She gave him her best puppy eyes and he could never say no to her anyways.

Regardless, few days later, MC’s period came, much to her relief and when she told Clavis, he felt disappointed but also a bit relieved.

The truth is that he was worried that he would not be good enough to be a father. He was not the strongest, or the smartest. But this whole situation gave him a new insight on his future with MC.

He needed to become stronger and better and more confident in himself, in order to be the best father and husband ever!

[gacougnol]

Chim (David Seymour) (1911 - 1956)

Funeral barge

Island of San Michele, Venice, 1950

[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓑𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓻𝓮 [𝓙𝓦𝓨] 𝓟𝓽. 3

♡ Pairing : MafiaBoss!Jung Wooyoung x F!Reader

♡ Summary : He told you not to face his demons, but what he didn't know is that you knew his demons better than he laid eyes on them.

♡ Warnings : Angst, Wooyoung has serious anger issues, protective!woo, woo isnt really an asshole later on, Woo really isn't much of an asshole in this, mentions of other group members, reader is too good for her own good, a very soft reader, Suggestive themes at the end, Rough make-out session.

♡ Disclaimer : I strictly do not support this kind of behavior and that this is a fic, so read it as a fic. All the characters in this fic may be extremely cruel but do know this doesn't represent any characteristic of the real life people and that this is just a fic written by me.

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You were yet again, forced to join one of these fanciest clubs. Wooyoung had gotten you to dress yourself in the most tight fitting long white silk dress. Your hands were decorated with lacy white gloves and your hair was curled perfectly above your shoulder making you look seductive and innocent as ever. Your eyes showed no emotion just like your body didn't react anymore like before to his lingering touches. You had come to get yourself to love those trailing touches and kisses which were imprinted on your body. The long slit of your dress exposed your bare thigh for everyone.

You were sat next to Wooyoung when an unfamiliar guy entered the room. You noticed the instant shift in Wooyoung's gaze and the way his figure turned uncomfortable from his presence. The guy walked up to you, his eyes meeting Wooyoung's in a dark gaze and his lips instantly curl up in a smirk from noticing the change in his behavior. "Jung Wooyoung, didn't expect to see you here." Wooyoung's jaw clenches slightly, "Same goes to you too, Jung Yoon-Oh. It's been a while, isn't it?" It was now time for Jaehyun to clench his jaw, "Jaehyun. It's Jung Jaehyun for you."

Wooyoung's grins in satisfaction, only for it to be cut short when Jaehyun's eyes travelled to Y/n. "And Who is this pretty gir-" Jaehyun's voice dies down in his throat when his eyes glances over her collarbone to find Wooyoung's initials, 'JWY' inked onto her soft skin. Wooyoung's gaze instantly darkens again, but Jaehyun didn't dare question whatever he witnessed. He clears his throat before regaining his composure and moving his eyes back to Wooyoung. "I need to speak to you about something."

Wooyoung takes a deep breath, "I have nothing to speak about with you, Brother." He spats out, his tone laced with venom and hate. "It's about our father, and-" "We'll talk about this later. Alone." Jaehyun hesitantly gives him a nod, before going away from his brother. His eyes soften when he is completely out of Wooyoung's sight, his heart aches to see his younger brother be so heartless. The confined look on the girl's face made him realise how heartless his brother had turned out to be, it made him realise what a monster they had turned him into.

Wooyoung knocked on Seonghwa's office door, not caring if he heard a 'come in', he barged through the door making Seonghwa's attention swiftly switch to him. It had been about two months since their last fight, needless to say, Seonghwa certainly was still not settled with Wooyoung's actions."I don't want to talk to-" "I met Jaehyun hyung, today." Wooyoung spoke, walking towards the big white couch. "Wait, what?" "You heard me, hyung." Seonghwa quickly paced towards him, "What did he say now?" Wooyoung takes a deep breath before answering Seonghwa. "He wants to talk about our father, and his condition."

Seonghwa scoffed in disbelief, his hands fidget in anger and rage. "After ten fucking years, he had the the fucking guts to talk about your father with the first time you met?" Wooyoung's eyes twitch when he "This... This isn't the first time I met him after a long time, hyung. I met him two weeks ago and it certainly didn't go well." Seonghwa lets out a deep sigh after hearing his sentence, not being one bit fazed by his words. "Now that explains the bloodstains on your shirt and the dagger in your hand the other day. What do you plan on doing now? I can train the team for the attack-"

"Not yet hyung." That's when Seonghwa observed the change in his eyes. His eyes flickered with unknown pain and fury, which he held in with all the efforts, so he didn't hurt him. Seonghwa now really wondered what was going on in his mind.

You flinched hard every time your ears heard the sounds of loud crashing.

Flashback

Your younger self crouched down in the corner, hugging your legs to your chest in fear. Your little hands shook in fear from the loud crashing sounds coming from downstairs. You were ten, you were a literal child. A small fragile child who was trying to comprehend why those big black men entered your house when your family was going out for a long vacation with your family. Your shining eyes teared up from remembering the fear that shone over your parents faces when they rushed you to run to your room. That night, although you heard all those loud cries for help and loud noises, you failed to protect them.

You were pulled out of your trance when you heard the loud scream coming from Wooyoung's office, it sounded certainly very familiar to you. You stare at the plain wooden door, your hands reaching out for the door knob but you instantly flinch from the other loud thrashing sound escaping the room. Your hands shiver in fear and a tear escapes your eyes but you force yourself to turn the knob. You were welcomed by the sight of a completely messed up room, with all the vases and decorations shattered into pieces.

You looked around the room to be greeted by Wooyoung's broad back facing you, "Get the fuck out of here Y/n." This was the very first time he had called you by your actual name, and his furious tone made you shudder in your place. His eyes close shut in annoyance when he hears footsteps approaching his figure slowly. He turns around swiftly, pushing you against the wall making your back hit the wall harshly. His hands bring out his dagger from his back pocket in a second before pressing the dark black dagger against your throat.

"Why don't you fucking obey a rule?" His eyes finally met yours which were filled with utter fear and.. Pain? Your throat bobs slightly as you gulp down in fear. You couldn't believe who you were seeing, was it really him? The strange furious and crazy look on his face, and the dagger he pressed at your throat made you feel like it was the biggest mistake to walk through the door. After all those nights of ending up in his bed, your face pushed into the pillows as he pounded ruthlessly into you while he bruised your soft skin, you should have definitely known better.

You should have known that you were just his fucking puppet, his fucktoy. What would you even expect from this asshole?

But there was still a little hope in your little heart which tried to look for the reason. The empty reason as to why was he so triggered. Your heart pounds faster with fear from having contact with his sharp eyes which glinted with an unfamiliar rage. His dagger slightly dug into your skin, slashing through the thin layer of your skin. You do nothing but let out a wince in pain as tears continue to run down your eyes."P-Please." Your soft voice pleaded making him snap out his trance slightly.

His eyes unknowingly soften and his hand shake before letting the dagger slip out and fall to the ground. Wooyoung's eyes twitch slightly before he takes a deep breath, his anger not yet cooled down. "Get out" His finger presses over the fresh cut on your neck, making your blood stick to his skin. He got an unknown sense of relief from the sight of blood, while he felt an inner voice screaming at him to get away from you. He was too dangerous for your fragile figure, but wasn't he always this dangerous to your fragile figure?

He was cut off from his trail of thoughts when he heard your soft whimper, his head snapped towards you with widened eyes. "N-No. You n-need help." Your voice seemed so innocent and your teary eyes were now red from crying. His hands now come up to grasp your jaw, "You don't know what you are getting yourself into kitten. Get out." Your hands latched onto his shoulders, "I don't care what I'm getting myself into, you've already dragged me into this mess."

His grip on your jaw tightens if that could happen, "Then how will you help me? What can you fucking do, kitten?" The next moment you pull him down for a rough kiss, and your hands ball into fists, ruining his well ironed shirt. Your lower lip gets captured by his teeth in a harsh grip as he bites down on the soft skin and pulls away. "Use me, Master." You couldn't believe the words you let out but your mind has no space for thinking when his lips smash over yours yet again. His hands move down to your waist, squeezing at your sides.

"I fucking- Will, kitten." Wooyoung utters out in between your kisses before grasping your thigh with his large hands. You were unwillingly content with yourself for what you just did. Maybe all those nights weren't really forced, maybe you didn't hate ending up in his bed with your face pushed into the pillows or his hand wrapped around your neck while he pounds his cock into you. Maybe you preferred all that than knowing you left him all alone like everyone else did.

Maybe you finally were trappped into the love maze created by Jung Wooyoung just for you. Maybe he had set a burning desire in you too.

Okay so this took me long enough although it's a short chapter, but believe me, there will be longer chapters soon. 🤭

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I’m not sure if this the right place to submit my request for the Spring Flower content, but can I request Chevalier + 1 + 🌸?

Thank you for creating these amazing fanfics/stories! I enjoy reading your work 💖

Thank you @1-babypuppy for this request! I'm so happy to hear you enjoy reading my works 💖

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Read to Me - Chevalier Michel x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N: Part of the Spring Showers, Spring Flowers event I am co-hosting with @violettduchess

Pairing: Chevalier Michel x Reader

Prompt: picnic + fluff

Tags: fluff

“Read to me?” you asked your love, smiling sweetly as you held the book out to him.

He smirked as he took the book from your hands, his gloved finger tracing the engraved lettering on the cover. “Midnight Cinderella,” he murmured softly. You watched him as he gazed upon the book in his hands, his blue eyes warm pools of water, the curve of  his smile soft and human,  certain he was remembering the first time he gave it to you to read. Back when your love for one another was just a flower bud, not quite ready yet to blossom into the beautiful rose it would one day become.

“You’ve always enjoyed this book,” he commented while opening it to where your bookmark was, his ice blue eyes flicking up to meet yours.

“Yes, I have.” You had never told him that this particular book held a special spot in your heart, a large part being that it was one he had given you. It was part of your love story, back when Chevalier would barge into your room, claiming to need a quiet space to read. As you both read in the peace of your room, day after day, night after night, the seeds of love were soon sowed. 

Resting his head on your lap, he stretched his long legs on the blanket you had set out for your picnic. As he started to read, you leaned back against the trunk of the cherry blossom tree, its canopy providing the perfect amount of shade for your afternoon lunch. Your eyes drifted closed, Chevalier’s deep voice rich and soothing, your hand absentmindedly stroking his silky locks.

A gentle breeze blew by, lulling you to a light sleep, Chevalier’s words dancing in your head in fantastical dream-like images. Awoken by the aroma of fresh strawberries, your eyelids fluttered, finding Chevalier smiling at you, teasing your lips with the berry. 

You made a face at him, curious as to why he was waking you with a berry.

“Can’t I pamper you?” He stared at you seriously for a moment, waiting for your reaction. When none was forthcoming, for you knew your lover better than that and could tell when he was teasing, he huffed a laugh. “You were hungry,” he replied nonchalantly. 

Averting your gaze, your hand mindlessly rubbed your belly, mortification settling in as you hoped your stomach did not growl too loudly.

“Eat,” he coaxed, probing your lips apart with the tip of the berry. The taste sweet on your tongue, you took a bite and closed your eyes, the luscious juices swirling in your mouth tasting absolutely divine. 

His eyes darkened, locking on yours, as he clumsily wiped your lips with his thumb, slipping his digit inside your mouth tickling your tongue. Your eyes widened and your breath hitched as he teased you, your expression soon relaxing, thankful to be hidden under the safety of the tree’s canopy. 

As sudden as he started, he stopped, abruptly removing his hand. A smile spread on his lips, pleased with himself that he elicited such a reaction from you so quickly. 

Chevalier returned to his spot, his head nestled on your lap, and resumed reading the book aloud, as if the past few minutes never happened. Your heartbeat still quickened, you took a few calming deep breaths, reminding yourself that soon enough it would be evening and such activities could be resumed.

Your mind wandering elsewhere, you threaded your fingers through his hair, noting to yourself how handsome he looked under the sunlight. 

When he reached the end of the chapter, he put the book down and rolled over on his side, propping his head on his hand. 

"You liked that, didn't you," he said softly. Your heart filled with warmth as he pressed an awkward kiss onto your navel, your growing belly hidden under the layers of your skirt. 

"I think you enjoyed it more," you replied. My book lover, you added silently in your head. 

Ever since informing Chevalier that he was to be a father, he had taken time out each day to read to his unborn child. Morning, noon, or night, he managed to squeeze in even a few pages. 

Watching him share his love of books made you fall in love with him more and more each day, your heart filling with an overwhelming, unconditional love as Chevalier changed once more, from human to future parent. 

Offering you his hand, he helped you get up, your afternoon away almost over. After gathering what was left of your picnic, you walked away hand in hand, as pale pink flower petals danced in the air.

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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]

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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.

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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.

[alphacrone]

7 + Holly and her mysterious girlfriend!

7. visiting them at their place of work

“This is it?”

Michelle frowned up at the house. Holly held back her laughter. 

“What were you expecting?” She asked as they ascended the steps. Michelle shrugged. 

“I dunno,” she said. “I think I just assumed it would be on fire.” 

“Well, not today,” Holly said, opening the front door. “Not yet, anyway.” 

When Holly had first moved in with Michelle, before they’d even fallen in love and were simply, truly roommates, Michelle had been suspicious of her employers. Working at DEPRAC meant she’d heard all about the infamous Lockwood & Co. and their flagrant disregard for the rules or safety in general. But Holly had spoken of them with detached politeness and professionalism, only occasionally slipping to complain about Lockwood’s reckless behavior or Lucy’s snide attitude, so Michelle had assumed the child-run agency had calmed down in its antics.

Then Holly had come home black-and-blue and thoroughly shaken from a poltergeist gone wrong, and Michelle had nearly stormed across town to fight- well, she wasn’t sure whom she planned on fighting, but it might have been every member of that blasted agency. 

The following year had been a whirlwind of dangerous jobs and emotions running wild. In that time, between revealing conspiracies and battling the forces of evil, Holly had found the time to kiss Michelle, and also drive her insane with worry. 

Things were settled down now and Lockwood & Co. were the most famous agency in the world. Which was why finally—finally—-Holly had invited her to visit and meet her coworkers. 

As soon as they entered the house that served as the living space and headquarters of the agency, Michelle was met with screaming. “Cubbins, I’m going to skin you alive!” A thin, freckled man was shouting up the stairs, brandishing a crutch like a club. 

“You’ll have to catch me first!” A boy’s voice came down from the upper level. Michelle turned to her girlfriend in concern, but Holly seemed nonplussed. 

“What happened this time, Quill?” She asked the young man. He turned to her and rolled his eyes. 

“He used my jacket to mop up one of his experiments. It’s designer,” he huffed. “Who’s this?” 

“This is Michelle,” Holly said, placing a hand delicately on Michelle’s arm. “My girlfriend.” 

“Ah, of course.” The man gave her an approximation of a charming smile and stretched out his hand. “Quill Kipps.” 

“Nice to…meet you,” Michelle said slowly, glancing up the stairs, then back at Quill. 

“Kipps!” Another boy barged in from a room down the hall, waving a newspaper in his hand. “Have you read this Rotwell piece? It’s an absolute load of rubbish, trying to paint Steve Rotwell as some sort of saint when we all know-”

“Lockwood,” Holly said, gentle but firm in her tone. “This is Michelle.” 

The boy immediately smiled, wide and blinding. “Pleasure to meet you, Miss Lang,” he said, sounding older than his appearance suggested. “I’m Anthony Lockwood, owner of this agency.”

“Hi…” Michelle couldn’t help but notice how young he was, especially next to Quill and herself. 

“Shit!” The boy from upstairs came running down, a silverglass box in his hands. “Lockwood, this one’s cracked!” 

“I told you not to put it in the bath, George!” Lockwood shouted back at him. “Have you met Holly’s girlfriend, Michelle?” 

“Hello!” George shouted at her as he ran past. “No time to talk! This source is strong, even in daylight!” He stumbled past Lockwood and Quill down the hall. Quill followed, grabbing a rapier from the umbrella stand. 

“Aren’t you going to help him?” Holly asked, hands on her hips. Lockwood shrugged and smiled. 

“Nah, it’ll teach him to be more careful with expensive items,” he said casually, as if there wasn’t an unsecured source being carried through his house. Michelle’s blood pressure rose. “Can I offer you any tea?” 

“Sure, but I’ll make it,” Holly said, taking Michelle’s hand and following Lockwood down the hall. They entered a cramped, messy kitchen that smelled of burnt toast. Holly and Lockwood worked in seamless tandem to put on the kettle and pull out mugs and tea bags. Michelle watched the way Holly danced around her employer, skirt twirling, every movement practiced and perfected. In the yellow morning light that filtered through the east-facing windows, Holly glowed, warm and soft and content in her odd life at this agency. 

“What was all that screaming about?” A girl appeared in the doorway, toweling off her short hair. Holly turned to beam at her, bright and wide and lovely, and Michelle’s stomach made a funny little twist. 

“Oh, George broke another silverglass box,” she told the girl, motioning to Lockwood to pull down one more mug. “Tea, Lucy?” 

“Thanks.” The girl—Lucy—stepped further into the room and immediately noticed Michelle, who’d been standing off to the side a bit awkwardly. “Oh, uh. Hi?” 

Michelle stuck out her hand, eyeing Lucy up and down. She was short and stocky, with bright eyes and a heart-shaped face. Pretty when you looked at her long enough, but with something mysterious hidden beneath the surface. Somehow, she felt threatened. “I’m Michelle, Holly’s girlfriend.” 

Lucy shook her hand, her grip strong and calloused. “Lucy. Didn’t realize you were coming by today.” 

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” Holly said as she took the kettle off the stove. “If I told you, you’d all be on your best behavior, and I wanted-”

“-her to see what you put up with?” Lucy guessed with a wry grin. “Good call. This place is a nightmare.” 

“Hey!” Lockwood protested, though the smile hadn’t left his face. “It’s the most respected nightmare in London, I’ll have you know.” 

Lucy looked over at Michelle and subtly shook her head. Despite herself, Michelle laughed. 

They were quickly joined by George and Quill, who had successfully recontained the source after a disastrous couple minutes in which Quill had knocked over a different source and let it loose. Holly and Lockwood served the tea and a plate of biscuits, and Lucy and Quill got into some fight over a mug with a Satchell’s logo on it, and George started telling no one—or everyone—about a lecture he was attending, and Michelle was content to just sit back and soak it all in. 

Holly sat down next to her, tea in hand, and Michelle leaned over to murmur in her ear. “I get it now,” she said. “Why you love this place. Why you love them.” 

Holly smiled at her and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek. Everything this woman did took Michelle’s breath away, and that single kiss had her gasping for air. “They’re my family. Just like you.” 

Despite the onlookers, Michelle leaned back in for a proper kiss, cupping Holly’s face in her hands. Someone wolf-whistled. Someone gagged. Someone else laughed. George didn’t pause his monologue. 

“Just because of that,” she told Holly softly. “I won’t report those idiots over there to Barnes for improper containment procedures.” 

Holly laughed and rested her head on Michelle’s shoulder.

[roamwithahungryheart]

Completely unhinged numerology post under the cut relating to the new episode of Ted Lasso that absolutely nobody asked for but you're going to get anyway. It's what Keeley Jones would do.

Ted Lasso 3x03: 4-5-1

Numerology: 4+5+1 = 10

10 is the number of completion, innovation, leadership, new beginnings, self-discovery, independence.

Completion, innovation & leadership - Zava being brought in to 'complete' the team and invigorate them and shake up their game plan, immediately establishes himself as a leader.

New beginnings, self-discovery, independence - Colin being closeted & coming out on his own terms (fingers crossed). Also Ted coming to terms with singledom and being confronted with Michelle's new beginning. A small advertising matchbook holds 10 matches - Sam's new beginning, an independent venture. AFC Richmond in the top 10 of the League tables.

Recurrence of numbers 6 & 4. 6+4 = 10

Number 6 in numerology can be analogous to love, charm, health, oneness, empathy, destiny and kismet.

It represents unconditional love, compassion, empathy and the ability to support, nurture, and heal. Partnership, both romantic and platonic. Emotional importance - empathy and feeling comfortable enough to be vulnerable and honest, and for those who need help to receive it. AKA Ted & Rebecca.

Ted - therapy with Sharon (hopefully leading to him being completely open about his depression and finding a healthy coping mechanism.)

Rebecca - her appointment with Tish. Interesting to note the lack of empathy during that session. Rebecca is looking for guidance and answers, but not necessarily in the right place, in the right (healthy) way. However, it allows her to confront her trauma and release some of that anger. Will the same happen for Ted?

4 represents stability, order, conscientiousness and determination.

The 4 in Numerology represents being dependable, advancing cautiously and conservatively - sticking to what is tried-and-true instead of attempting methods that are new.

Coaching methods this season, shaking up the team formation with reluctance & Zava barging in and rearranging things to suit his own desires and ego.

Associated with The Emperor (4) card in tarot, a symbol of authority, worldly power, knowledge, wisdom and discipline.

The treatment of Zava - deification, 'football Jesus' and his disciples (hence the Jesus Christ Superstar needle drop).

Ted & the coaching 'holy trinity' losing their power and significance in his presence.

(Side note - in time for Easter & Passover! Absolute VIBES!!!)

Roy offering to be Jamie's personal trainer, idol & fan dynamic, expanding his knowledge and being disciplined enough to reach his full potential again.

Recurrence of 1 - The number 1, a symbol of independence, confidence, and new beginnings. Signifies the self. Zava leading the team in meditation so that 'we are all one'. The contrast of Zava's wildly inflated ego and the team's established dynamic built on collaboration. Obviously the newest Diamond Dog Trent Crimm, independent. The briefest glimpse of Nate in this episode - will he look inward and address his own ego? Redemption arc?

In Numerology, the number 1 also symbolises opportunity and action. Assessing current circumstances and the potential for change. It is representative of autonomy.

The obvious answer here is Rebecca's encounter with Tish - putting her trust in someone else to determine and dictate her life path. She has the choice to completely hand over her autonomy or embrace the unknown and navigate things on her own (trusting in the universe like Keeley does).

'There are better things ahead than those we leave behind.'

The multiple references to various aspects of mysticism, divination, the occult.

Spirituality and superstition - everyday magic that we often rely on to influence our own actions and emotions. Is Rebecca going to take her fate into her own hands, with these little cosmic signs in the back of her mind? (Something to think about - Jason saying Ted & Rebecca are 'cosmically connected'. So much to unpack!!!)