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someonegoood · 8 months ago

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MY WHOLE LIFE pt. 3 ✫ mason mount

part 1, part 2, final part.

in which after everything you gave, you're not sure if you're going to keep going. (brother’s best friends troop).

CONTAINS: brother’s best friend troop, angst, some smut (not really explicit) & fluff ! age gap, arguments...

AUTHOR'S NOTE: here's part 3 ! final part for my first two works, I'm proud of how it came out

taglist: @girlidekanymore @sunflower-tia @nicolesainz @chilwellspulisic @anotherfan07

inspired by taylor swift's songs.

The feeling of freshness —the wonderful smells, the damp feel of leaves falling down the trees, the breeze and the rain on your skin. The sound of rain is wonderful: not just between a hard roof and leaves, but you can hear it on different types of trees and hedges.

The flowers, which look like they were painted by Monet himself, have colours so rich that no one can even attempt to imitate them. From the smallest weed to the grandest stalk, they are all beautiful in your eyes.

Around you are your friends; some are talking or enjoying the countryside air. You had decided to take me on a little vacation before returning to the routine of the busy city of London.

No distractions, no disturbances, especially without him. After seeing how Mason smiled at that blonde standing next to him and Debbie's painful look in the boat, you knew all these years were in vain.

The moments when you took care of him after he vomited from all the alcohol he had consumed at the party, when you covered him so he could go on dates with different girls and other things you had done for him.

The last time Mason saw you still burned in the back of your mind, the little stolen glances he gave you while you were wearing a pink t-shirt, the one that you had left back in a drawer in the Mount's house. Stacey had told you the t-shirt drove him crazy.

It had been weeks, and you still couldn’t understand why nothing went your way. Was it you? Had you done something wrong? Had it been you that caused the gulf?

—Babes, how could you ever think it's your fault? Clearly, he is out of his mind. —Clara talked. You and your friends were sitting on the porch in the extensive field that belonged to your grandparents.

Then Adelaida, who was resting her head on your lap, suddenly stood up, leaning on one elbow and said: —Please don't think it's your fault, you would be lowering yourself to his level.

Everyone had been adamant that it wasn’t you... even your mother. But even with those words of affirmation, it didn’t change the internal feelings, the heartbreak that felt it was never-ending.

All you ever wanted was that connection, that string, that feeling that pulled you to another person, that proved he was the person meant to be for you. It was devastating to think back and know he wasn’t.

Even though you were angry at him, you knew that when you saw him you would act like a little girl, crazy in love.

On the other side, Mason was in the kitchen, picking at the leftover food on the tabletop as everyone else was in the living room. His mother walked into the kitchen as he took a bite of little meatballs that looked delicious and she laughed at the pieces of meat that had fallen onto the kitchen counter.

—That’s definitely not the way to eat —she smirked knowing his son wasn't the type of person to sit down and eat properly.

—But you love me anyways, mom. —Mason flashed his puppy eyes as his mum laughed at his actions. It had been a long year for Mason. He stopped turning to family events when he knew you would be there.

—Mason Tony Mount, I gave birth to you, I know you better than you know yourself-

—Mom. —Mason sighed. —Don't start this whole speech about her, please.

—Dear, I don’t even need to say her name... it will always be her. —She smiled, sadly, as she walked over to her son and placed a hand on his cheek.

—She's happy, from what I heard. —he scoffed again.

—So then you know you’re being an ass, right?

Mason's eyes widened at his mother's question but she just laughed and waved him off. —After all the years she spent after you, dear, it would be cruel for you to not let her be happy.

That sentence shattered his heart. You weren't the little girl who ran behind him in search of attention anymore, you were a woman with maturity, feelings and beauty.

—But what if I’m not happy? —he asked his mum. Debbie felt her heart clench at his words, it was never good for a mother when they saw their son being at his lowest.

—Do you love her?

There was no answer.

—See, that would be very cruel. Mase... either you love her or you’re jealous. Just remember that she's a second daughter to me and I know her like the palm of my hand. I'm certain that she’s fragile when it comes to you.

After a week in the countryside with your friends, you were back in the city, at a party the english players were throwing in celebration of their team winning the last few games.

Every time he looks at you, it’s making him go mad. It surprises him how much influence you have on his night out. He actually believed he could handle it, seeing you after a while. Normally he’s the one who takes you to the football after-parties because you begged him like crazy. But not this time.

Did you wear a white dress on purpose tonight? He doesn’t know. You look beautiful and he wishes he had the nerve to tell you how great white looks on you. He remembers the time you almost kiss in the box, you in the white sweatshirt with his number. The guy talking to you on your right was Foden. Did you wear it for him? He doesn’t believe that, he doesn’t think he deserves that.

Mason sighs. This is one of the hardest nights in his life. He shouldn’t have messed it up. If he didn’t follow what Ben said to him, he would probably be the one talking to you. Fucking Ben.

At the same time, you don’t know what’s bothering Mason. You thought he would be coming to the afterparty with Daphne, but his friends confirmed that he forgot her quickly. He didn't even kiss her. Neither touch her.

It surprised you, you were afraid he would show up with that beautiful model. A part of you felt really happy.

You feel his eyes burning into you while you talk to Foden. You quickly take the cocktail out of Phil's hands, while thanking him in the meantime. He shrugs it off.

—What’s up with you? —He asks you after you take a few sips.

—What do you mean? —You ask him. Is he noticing your bad mood? You tried hiding it, but maybe you failed.

—You seem distracted. Did something happen? —he goes on. You take a sip of your cocktail, thinking about your response. Could it be a bad plan to tell him about Mase? They’re friends after all. But on the other hand, it would be nice to talk about it to someone.

—It’s him, isn’t it? —Foden answers his own question. You didn’t even realize you were looking at Mason until Phil spoke. You nod towards him, —Let’s go outside.

Then, you're sitting on a wooden bench outside. The white dress doesn’t give you much warmth, so you embarrassingly start to shiver. Before you can notice it, Phil drapes his jacket around your shoulders.

—Fuck... —he says, regretting. —I knew it would be a bad plan to invite you. —Mutters softly, —I thought it was a good idea to make you feel better, now I just got Mount to get angry at you.

You laughed, thinking that was very cute. —That’s not true, Phil —you try to comfort him, —you can’t help me being an idiot.

—To be fair, Mason and you are both idiots. —Foden laughs, —Definitely unaware idiots-

But before he can explain to you anything, Mason shows up in front of you.

While walking back to his car, he notices the sound of people talking outside. He thinks he’s recognizing your voice. He must be going insane, he thinks tiredly to himself. But still, he walks towards the sound. Quickly seeing you and Phil sitting together... fucking hell, why are you wearing his jacket?

Before he realizes it himself, he stands before you and his teammate Foden. The chattering stops directly, did he interrupt something? He feels awkward with you and Phil looking at him amusingly. How can he fix this awful situation?

—I uh... I wanted to say bye to you. —Mason said, ignoring the existence of Phil. —I am supposed to bring you home or will Phil...?—He stutters eventually, not wanting to finish his question.

—Wait, Mase, can we talk? —You react before Mason turns around and walks to his car in a rush. He nods.

—Of course.

The silence was sharply awkward.

—Don’t forget your jacket, Foden —Mason quickly says, —she can wear mine while we’re outside.

Phil, who no longer was sitting on the bench, laughed for a bit at his hopeless friend. Then he walks up to you, and takes his own jacket from your shoulders, while Mason quickly takes off his. You give Phil a quick hug to thank him, before getting into Mason's jacket.

—Don’t be an idiot to her —says Phil toward Mason whispering in his ear. You smile shyly, flushing with Phil's comment.

Mason doesn’t know how to watch the interaction between his friend and you. He doesn't know where to look when you turn your attention to him. The white dress quickly grabs his attention once again.

Silently, both of you walk to the parking lot where his fancy Mercedes-AMG was parked. You had always made fun of him because the car was too posh in your opinion, although every time you needed a ride home you always ended up in his car.

Firstly he took the car keys out of his pocket and then he opened your door for you. He had always been a gentleman. The situation is unexpected, yet influenced by the tension that’s been built between you two through the last couple of months.

—So, what do you want to talk about? —Mason asks you. You lasted a few seconds thinking about how to answer his question.

—Why were you ignoring me today? Why didn’t you come up to me and Phil to say hi? —You fire multiple questions at him, —did I do something wrong? Are you upset with me? —Your words cut through the thick air inside the car.

—I thought the two of you were busy with each other. —Mason mutters.

You scoff, this was unbelievable. —That’s bullshit Mase, you know I always make time for you.

—God!, I just wasn’t in the mood to see you two. —He said, elevating his tone, trying to sound casual but deep down, jealousy was gnawing at him like a relentless beast.

You don’t know what to say to Mason. You don’t even know what the boy means. He wasn’t in the mood to see you? Since when could that happen?

—Why? —You barely dare to ask him. You have no choice, so you repeat your last question —why, Mase? —Your eyes start to fill with tears.

Mason sighs, —You won’t get it.

—You don’t know that. Try me.

—I just... I just don’t like seeing you with other boys —he confessed. You doubt for a bit. Should you tell him you were relieved he showed up alone instead of coming with Daphne? You decide not.

—Oh, come on Mason! You can't say that! —You almost shout. Mason's eyes open like plates. You had never raised your voice at him like that, so angry.

—Why not? —He, as well, says almost shouting.

—Because you don't have the right! It's-it's just that you can't say that as if my feelings were so simple... —You tried to calm yourself, you could lost everything now.

—Mason, I've been with you since the beginning and you know that. I'm your biggest supporter and deep inside you know I’ll always cheer for you. I’ve spent my whole girlhood- Fuck. —Tears start scrolling down your delicate face. He looks at you as if you were graceful.

—I wanted to be with you tonight, —you eventually say after a long silence—but you looked at me as if I didn’t matter.

—I know.

You sigh. Can't the boy say anything else? You feel obligated to talk further: —Why aren’t you telling me what’s wrong?

You don't get any answer. Looking at the ceiling of the car, you try to keep your cool.

—You know what? I’m going back to the party. Call me when you can explain at least something. —You want to undo yourself from Mason's warm jacket, but he stops you directly by grabbing your arm.

—I know you deserve to know what’s going on, but I don’t want to lose you. I know it’s a shitty excuse which makes everything even more unclear, but please don’t go back inside. —Mason talks soft and fast —and please keep the jacket on.

—What’s so important about the jacket? —You ask with a small smile, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

—Your dress distracts me and I don’t want to see you in anyone else’s jacket again. —This time he is direct with his words. Almost harsh. You wonder why your dress distracts him. Does he find it ugly?

—Don’t you like the dress? —You ask.

—I fucking love the dress. —Mason says. At that moment you feel something clicking. Despite his short explanation, you wonder if Mason may return your feelings.

—Just give me time. Everything is happening so fast and the fact that I'm just realizing that all these years all I've been doing is hurting you makes me go mad angry at myself. —He says, without breathing. —And... I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry for everything I've done, for the countless times I've hurt you. I promise you will have a proper explanation. —He tried to smile, with tears in his eyes.

—That's the Mase I know... —You laugh lightly and Mason just stares at you, sweetly. —Now take me back home, probably my brother is already wasted.

What you didn't know is that that day Mason Mount started falling in love with you.

A few days after you were your house, sat in the cozy familiarity of the your couch while your mother flipped through the pages of a weathered photo album resting on her lap. Each turn of the page revealed a snapshot of your brother's and your past, a journey frozen in time.

—Look! You're wearing my glasses! —Said your mother, with clear emotion in her voice. She turned some pages that had photographs of your childhood: when you were born, your first tooth fell out and many more memories.

Your cheeks flushed with nostalgic warmth, a subtle testament to the innocence and joy captured in each photograph.

Among the sepia-toned memories and faded polaroids, there was a page filled with pictures where Mason and you, both still little children, intertwined in laughter playing in the park.

Your mom pinched your cheek. —Someday you will realize that everything you did was not in vain, on the contrary, it was all worth it. —She stopped to take a breath. —Because golden loves are like that. They stay with you forever.

—How beautiful, mom. —You ironized. She laughed.

—It will, darling... Come here. —And then you hugged her. You hugged her with all your might as you felt her warmth on your face. She giggled, breaking the embrace.

—You'll need a spell to make Mason realize what a fool he is.

—Mom!

A couple days later, you were back at Stamford Bridge once again. As you approach the stadium, you can feel the excitement building. The streets around the stadium eagerly anticipate the game ahead.

Inside the stadium, the dominant colour is blue. The stands are filled with supporters adorned in their team's jerseys, scarves, and signs that say "Pride of London".

—Call her Mason, I’m sure she's in the stands —said Ben, while putting on the new shirt they played in today. Mason held his cell phone, sitting on the bench in the large locker room.

Today was Valentine's Day and Mason had a game. Your brother told Mason he was going out on a date with his girlfriend but you would go in his place, as usual. He didn't know if you were coming, so Mason was nervous, especially with the talk you had in his car.

You had called Debbie in the morning, asking her if you should come to the game, and she told you that Mason would be more than happy to see you there. You wondered if he knew what you were up to if your brother had kept him in the loop.

Pick it up.

The third tone rang while Ben tried to hold Mason, about to faint from anxiety. In the background, music was blasting from the speakers while the guys on the team began gathering in the locker room for their last talk before the game started.

Reece James leaned closer, curious why his teammate was sitting with his phone in hand, bouncing his leg nervously.

—What has got Mount that nervous? I've never seen him like this —he says to Ben, seated next to Mason, fixing his shoes.

—It's his girlfriend-

—She's not my girlfriend! —Mason interrupted Chilwell, with an expression of fear. You still haven't answered him and the fact that his friends were bothering him added to his anxiety.

—Give me that shit. —Suddenly Kai Havertz appeared out of nowhere, grabbing Mason's phone and putting the call on speaker. Everyone's attention was on the tones ringing, hoping you'll pick up. The team had witnessed your situationship since Mason had joined Chelsea, so they knew you quite well.

—Hi? Mason?

Kai, standing on the bench in the centre of the room, had the phone in his hand so everyone could hear. His eyes widened and his mouth also opened, in surprise. Everyone stood up while Mason's blood pressure went down.

With a jump, Havertz handed the cell phone to his friend so he could answer you. There was a silence between your response and his because his teammates were signalling to him, guiding him in his response.

—Yes? —That was the only thing he could think of at that moment.

—You... you've just called me minutes before your game. Is everything okay? Do you need something? —For you, it was strange that Mason called you, especially right before his game. Mason's teammates melt with your response, you seemed like a worried girlfriend.

—N-no, I was calling to know if you're on Stamford Bridge. —He stuttered, nervous about your answer. You smiled a bit, already seated between the blue tide of fans.

—Of course! I wouldn't miss a game for anything Mase. —And that was the end of him. He said goodbye saying that he had to go out and play and hoped you liked the game, while all his friends were shouting acknowledging that probably by the end of the year, they would have a new addition on their team.

The match ended with Chelsea winning by two goals and the assistance of Mason. You couldn't be more proud of him and after the exhilarating victory at Stamford Bridge, you made your way to the cooldown room, where players and staff often gather to unwind after the match.

As you entered, you spotted Mason, the hero of the game with his crucial assist. A sense of pride swelled within you as you approached him. He was putting something in his backpack, distracted.

—Incredible game out there, —you said, startling Mason. He turned with a smile, recognizing your voice without seeing your face.

—Thanks, this means a lot to me... —Mason replied, his face beaming with satisfaction. You both exchanged a few more words about the match, sharing our favourite moments and the atmosphere at the stadium. Then, out of the blue, Mason's tone turned slightly more serious.

—You know... —he said, pausing for a moment. —I've been thinking. We've been through so much together, your support has meant a lot to me.

You nodded, feeling a sense of tenderness with him. Mason took a deep breath before continuing. —Listen, I was wondering if you'd like to grab dinner later. Just to say thanks for always being there, you know?

Surprised by the unexpected invitation, you couldn't help but smile. —I'd be honoured to join you. —You said, laughing out of nervousness.

A couple hours later, Mason kept his hand on your lower back as he led you through the restaurant, your body settled into his side. His hand slid around your waist while opening the door, a shiver already wracking your body. You gasped at the white snow starting to lay outside, thick flakes slowly falling from the sky.

—Look there! Mase, it's snowing! —You tugged a little on Mason's hand on your waist, the heat replacing the cold feeling on your fingers. There was already a pretty thick layer on the ground and you wondered briefly how long it had been snowing. —It's so pretty.

Mason watched your smile widen when he was paying the bill, as you tilted your head back, eyes squinting as the flakes cascaded down. He'd never seen anyone get so excited over snow.

You looked so good under the twinkling lights, the candle in the middle of the table illuminating half of your face. He was having an amazing time, already realizing he mad in love with you.

From the way you keep your hair in a messy ponytail to the way you are surprised by the snow. Everything about you was perfect for him.

—Do you want to go for a walk before I take you home? —He slid his hand over your jaw, his thumb stroking away the little flake on your cheek. You gave a small nod, flushed since all of this was new for you. He grinned before stepping back and holding his hand out to you.

—M'lady?

You looped your arm through his and the two of you started off down the street, his gaze darting between you and the falling snow. You snuggle as close as possible to him to steal some of his natural body heat.

Snow was falling and settling into Mason’s hair, individual flakes dropping onto his eyelashes and you were certain he’d never looked prettier.

—Remember the time I tried to sneak out and you caught me? That time I was actually grounded for fighting with my brother and I wanted to buy the new console game you were so interested in. —You said, recalling those silly things.

He didn't know if his cheeks were flushed pink from the cold or from what you'd just said.

—But that game was so expensive!

—I know! I just wanted to give you something for your birthday. That's why I didn't have any presents for you at your birthday party.

Mason caught your gaze, head cocking curiously at the sudden shy look that had taken over your features. You let your eyes wander from him to the snow-filled street around you. You slowed to a stop, right against the barriers of the little lake and you leant against it, the two of you facing each other, your hand still clasped in his.

All you wanted was to grab him and kiss him, you didn’t care who saw or if you got a cold, you just wanted to kiss him in the snow.

After a silence, he said: —You know I want you, right?

You looked at him. Surprised. Self-conscious Scared. But above all, in love.

—I've been thinking and I can't help falling for you now. I’m not jealous because you have other people in your life, I’m not a fucking kid. That time with Phil, at the party, made me realize that I want you with me... By my side. I want to be the one you say 'I love you' to, I want to be the one that cuddles you, that-

You interrupted him. —Mase, I… I don’t know how to say this… —Voice uncertain as you watched for his reaction, for any flicker of emotion that stated he didn't want that.

His face fell, and he retracted his hands from the barriers that before were trapping you between his body and the barriers. Ready for rejection, he looked into your eyes.

—I… I like you too. —You looked down, feigning sadness. When you looked up, he was squinting at you. —I don't know how are you convincing my brother you're good enough for me...

—I'd probably invite him to one of my games and we could go for dinner after the game? I'll book somewhere for us. —You matched his smile with a nod, shoulders relaxing slightly after the confession as you pulled your hand from his so you could settle your arms around his neck instead.

—Sounds amazing. Deep inside he's a West Ham fan, y'know. — Mason's face contorted a little when he bumped his nose against yours, lips lightly brushing together.

—Oh shut up, —he muttered into your lips, —let me kiss you.

And you obeyed, your hands resting nervously at his neck as he ravished you, his tongue begging for entrance. You allowed it, moaning into his lips as they intertwined perfectly. His hands travelled from your hair to your waist where he pushed you closer to him.

You indeed had waited your whole life for this.

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astoldbychae · 5 months ago

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I'm askin 1-30 for me and Javier, JP...kinda anyway I'm asking for the lovebirds Melo and Monet

One...through THIRTYYYYY? 👀 *cracks knuckles* *sips wine* Let's do this!

1. Where and how did they meet? Junior High/High School. He's best friends with her older brother, Mekhi.

2. Was it love at first sight? Absolutely not. Mel is 5 years older than her, so she was still in middle school/junior high at the time. HOWEVER when they ran into each other again (he was 30, she was 25) She thought he was the finest man in the club!

3. If it was not love at first sight, how and when did they know it was love? He knew it was love when she consistently showed up for him during one of the heaviest moments of his life (his divorce). She knew it was love the way he consistently showed up for her during hers (her pregnancy).

4. What feature(s) do they find most attractive about their partner? For him, it's her hands and her eyes. For her, it's his ears and lips.

5. What traits / personality aspects do they like most about their partner? He loves that she's Hot-Headed and how Ambitious she is. She loves how Family Oriented and Proper (Polite/Courteous) he is. They also both share the People Person lifestyle trait, so they love that about one another too. All their traits here.

6. Do they have any habits their partner finds annoying? He gets annoyed with the way she cracks her knuckles, She gets annoyed with how slow he eats. Also, when he's REALLY tired he snores and it drives her up a wall (but most times he's got her in a cuddle-lock when they're sleeping, so she can't really move much. She likes to throw her ass back on him to wake him up/make him stop snoring. Works every time. It's literally the only thing he responds too) 🙃

7. Is there anything about their partner they would like to change? For him, it's how much time she spends on her phone. For her, it's how much time he spends at work.

8. Where did they have their first date? Their first legit date was at a Bowling Alley/Arcade in San Myshuno. Afterwards they went to a Brewery that had just opened and had the most delicious wings! She planned it because he needed some fun in his life after his divorce. She doesn't call it a date though...but He does.

9. When and where did they have their first kiss? Two months after they met/saw eachother at the club, He invited her out for a late night drive while he was clearing his head. They ended up at Myshuno Meadows Park. It was in his truck, Anita Baker's "Whatever It Takes" provided the soundtrack to the moment He realized that he was developing some deeper feelings for her. They were having a heart to heart conversation about life and it was the way she turned to look at him that made him slowly lean over, look her deeper in her eyes, and asked if he could kiss her. 😩

10. How long have they been together? 2 1/2ish years or so. In my mind they're still in the earlier "honeymoon" stages of their relationship.

11. Will they stay together for a long time? I hope so! (and I know Melo can second that notion...Monet does too but He is the main one that thinks about being old and grey and his legacy)

12. Do they have many problems in the relationship or just a few? Or none? I'd say just a few, He wants more children and she is more focused on her career right now. She has jealous pangs regularly and hates his ex-wife. She has been arguing with him a lot more lately and picking little fights because she's Hot-Headed as well. He does work A LOT. So my guess is they need a bit of a better balance in life but she (nor he) has been able to really communicate that. He's always kissing on her neck, giving her massages, and hunching on her all the damn time, so IDK why she can't tell him how she feels without snapping! I also think it's time for Alleia's lil butt to go to daycare! I just chalk it up to her being a bit overwhelmed right now, adjusting to new mom life (?)

13. Is there a big age difference between the partners, a small difference or are they the same age? They're 5 years apart. She's 27 and He's 32.

14. Do other people approve or disapprove of the relationship? His family approves of her, especially his daughters. Her family approves of him. However, her mom plants little seeds of uncertainty in her head at times but overall her mom loves Melo. Momma doesnt want Monet to "get so wrapped up in a man that she forgets about herself/ her dreams".

15. If someone disapproves of the relationship, who is it, and why do they disapprove? His ex-wife is salty and disapproves/absolutely despises Monet, for the simple fact that she still wants him. WOMP WOMP!

16. Does the couple care if people disapprove of them being together? Nope. Not one bit! Mel will tell you to "mind your MF business mane" in a heartbeat. 😂

17. Are they married? No...🙃

18. If they’re not married, do they want to be? He does (he's had the whim to propose but at the time it was too soon, we're just waiting on that whim to pop up again). She would like to be but she isn't pressed about it. Right now she is more focused on trying to balance motherhood and career.

19. Would they elope, have a small intimate wedding, big fancy wedding, or something else? She would like to elope. Him on the other hand, he wants a big fancy wedding because he feels She deserves it. He loves celebrating her! He also wants to experience that because (1) he's a party animal that loves a good party and (2) he didn't get to experience that with his first marriage (they were high school sweet hearts and got married in their early 20's, so they had a small intimate wedding).

20. Where would they go on their honeymoon or dream vacation? A resort in Selvadorada, a cabin in Mt. Komorebi, or a nice little bed & breakfast in Magnolia Promenade. Anything with a good view & good food!

21. Do they have any children? Do they want any? Yes, they have a daughter together and he has 2 daughters with his ex-wife. Yes, he wants more. She is neutral about having more (she's ok if they do & ok if they don't)

22. What is their favourite thing to do together? Cook. He loves to try new recipes that he saw on the Cooking Channel. She's currently in her baking era and he loves doing that with her (most times he is just licking everything...but he is learning a thing or two...about baking)

23. Where is their favourite place to go together? Bowling Alley or Arcade

24. Do they have a song? They have two actually, Anita Baker "Whatever It Takes" & Stevie Wonder "For Your Love"

25. Do they have any pet names / nicknames for each other? She calls him "Papa" and he calls her "Love" or "Moo" (which was her childhood nickname)

26. Are they jealous? She is...VERY VERY jealous. He isn't.

27. Is this a first relationship for either of them? Nope. He's been married before and had "little flings" in his younger years. She's had one serious relationship before this, aside from her "puppy love" jr high/high school relationship.

28. How do they show affection for each other? Cuddles, hugs, kisses, massages...random acts of service (is her love language) and physical touch (is his).

29. How do they cheer their partner up when they’re sad? She let's him lay his head on her chest while they talk & she rubs his head/ears, until he falls asleep (which he does damn near every time and he wakes up in a better mood). He cuddles with her/lets her cry it out on his chest or tries to crack jokes (depending on how sad she is/what's going on).

30. Is either of the partners a ‘hopeless romantic’? After really looking at what the term means...Yes, Papa most definitely is! 🥺 Has the Soulmate Aspiration & Romantic trait to prove it! Lol.

I honestly think he would have tried to make his first marriage work (even though she had a baby on him with someone else) but it was the fact that the baby was by one of his closest friends that fucked him up the most. Yes, he was fucked up that the baby wasn't his in general BUT he knew that during their earlier years of the relationship he wasn't shit (and had stepped out on her several times, one of which resulted in a pregnancy scare of the other woman). Which is also why ex-wife was in disbelief that he was actually going through with the divorce. They've been through A LOT together and she knows how Family Oriented he is and how much he values marriage. That was one of the main reasons why he was going through it during the divorce because he never wanted to (1) go through a divorce but (2) have his kids not have both their parents under one roof. He dreamed of having that happy family with one woman. Hence why now He is doing EVERYTHING in his power to be with/make things work between him & Monet. He believes in love and soulmates and the whole "til death do us part" (and I really love that about him).

#astoldbychae asks #oc ask game #oc: carmelo hollingsworth #oc: monet giordano

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olderthannetfic · 1 year ago

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I've just read an article (in Gazeta Wyborcza) about a very popular series of books among young teens in my country, Poland, called "Rodzina Monet" (Family Monet). The author gained popularity while publishing on Wattpad lol. The article basically said that it's problematic because these books are read by young girls, even 10 years old, and it glorifies violence. Plus it just isn't well written - there were some fragments in the article and yeah it's not well written lmao. A woman in the comments said that her daughter is reading this book and asked if she should forbid it. Since no one answered her, I replied that I don't think forbidding the book is a good solution and suggested talking to her daughter about it, showing her the article and asking what she thinks about it. But I don't know anything more about that situation, for example how old the daughter is. I don't think I'd worry if my child were to read this book, I read trashy stuff too. But I started wondering if maybe there should be some control in such a case? The thing with the books from what I gathered (I haven't read them) is that they are about a 14yo girl, who suddenly lost her mother and grandmother, is sent away to US from Britain where she starts living with her 28yo (handsome) stepbrother and his 3 (also handsome) brothers. She lives in a beautiful villa since the stepbrother is super rich. He's also cold and distant and doesn't understand that she has issues with food (she has some kind of eating disorder). Some of the things he and his 3 brothers do can be described as domestic violence but they apologize, buy her expensive stuff and are all adult handsome men. Yeah it's a young adult fiction. The thing is that it's just not well written so none of the bad behaviours is commented upon.

Sounds like typical godawful id trash that people eat up. Making a rule against it will just make it more tantalizing.

It would be far more valuable to kick any worthless partners out of one's life and demonstrate not putting up with shit to a tween girl than to ban her from reading trashy books.

One could always try buying her something better, but IME, people who try that always do it wrong: they buy books that are better written, yes, but the vocabulary and sentence structure are a thousand times harder, there's zero iddy wish fulfillment, and the plot is something fucking depressing and supposedly edifying.

Readers can smell a tryhard "your taste is bad" gift a mile away.

I think it's also important when trying to find replacement trash to understand what the kink actually is. Why is it age gap? Well, have you seen 14-year-olds? They're awkward and covered in zits. Of course the protagonist is young like the readers and the hotties are older.

More importantly, why is it abusive? Absolute idiots will be like "Because society taught girls wah wah wah wah wah", but the actual reason is obvious if you've read trash romance for adults:

It's so the love interest(s) can be in the wrong.

The self inserty protagonist of this type of story has very little power. Not only is she usually younger, but she's poorer, a fish out of water in a new situation, etc. The way she gets power is by the love interest doing something absolutely horrible, realizing they have erred, and then groveling forever. Their guilt is an effective way to manipulate them. And yes, retail therapy is usually the next step from this particular trash classic all the way back to The Flame and the Flower.

You can try giving a teen girl a book about a teen girl action hero who is awesome and whose love interest likes her because of that... But if the reader doesn't feel awesome, she's still going to prefer a book about a loser with a destined, fated love or a misunderstood woobie whom other characters have to grovel to after not initially realizing she was special.

You can't fix self esteem by handing someone a book they don't identify with and telling them their id is wrong. And if self esteem does improve, that doesn't mean the lizard brain is going to switch trash fiction tastes anyway.

One can try leaving other fun books around, but that's about the most that could be helpful.

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Y'know what? Just take a compilation post of all my tmnt ocs so far. I need to get them out of depths of my mind!

You all know about Arte

They/Them • 15 • 5'4 • Cook and Artist!

They were raised by Hueso and don't know they're a Hamato!

They have a fic in the making.

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Next is Monet!

12 • She/Her • 4'4 • She likes soft things

She and her brother Dalí(my friend's oc) were raised by Draxum and recently escaped!

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Next we'll do Liara

10 • She/Her • 3'11 • Based on my irl cat!

Her mother kicked her out when she mutated..

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Sumire!

1 • They/Them • Tiny baby? • They're a yokai species that doesn't assign gender till the child is older

They don't have parents..

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Casey Marie!

4 • She/Her • I don't really have a height for her • Jonatello child

Her family is all dead cept for her cousin Yoshi in her canon world.

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Nella!

1-2 • She/Her • Toddler sized? • little 2012 Raph baby that he finds

She was a lab creation. Raphael saves her.

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Orennn

'round 3? • He/Him • Short • Draxum's subject(he was kidnapped)

Baby can't talk. He don't know people words.

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This guy next. Frey

18 • He/Him • 6'2 • Alien boiiii

He's inspired by the 2012 space arc. The turtles save him from his stuck up family.

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Little baby, Tazzzz

Like 2 or 3? • He/Him • He's smol • Spider yokai!

Humans don't like him. He doesn't undertsand why they don't.

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My girl Prima next

17 • She/They • 6'2 • She sings for the Battle Nexus

She "willingly" works for Big Mama. Girl is being manipulated.

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I'll have to make a second post. There is a ten image limit.

#rottmnt #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt oc #rottmnt au #tmnt au #rottmnt oc #mutant oc #yokai oc #alien oc #these guys are my life #i love them

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nehswritesstuffs · 1 year ago

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banish every gaslight; let clarity shine - Part 11

Gotta love when I get to uncork some good writing flow, because this chapter was giving me a hell of a time let me tell you.

(I also have an ask in my inbox thanks pls know it's in my list of prompts now I was just ready w/this.)

Part 1 [FFN/AO3] - Part 2 [FFN/AO3] - Part 3 [FFN/AO3] - Part 4 [FFN/AO3] - Part 5 [FFN/AO3] - Part 6 [FFN/AO3] - Part 7 [FFN/AO3] - Part 8 [FFN/AO3] - Part 9 [FFN/AO3] - Part 10 [FFN/AO3]

Brother and sister attempt to make amends while a letter from the past raises more questions. [2863 words; AU where there is a Third Corazón, whose existence makes Law’s life hell]

Trebol stared at the Den Den in his hand and bristled—during the entire time he had been with the Young Master, rarely did he disagree with him. In fact, he could probably count occasions with just his nostrils. This time, however, it was different.

“It’s about time we turned that child into a toy,” he sniffled. He glanced over at Sugar, who was eating grapes on the other side of the room. “You’ve been wanting that for some time now, haven’t you?”

“You’re gross,” she sneered. He huffed at that.

“Come on—don’t tell me you’ve never wanted to turn the Young Master’s ‘niece’ into a lovely little toy.” He watched as her gaze shifted off to the side; ha, caught. “We turn her now and the Young Master has nothing to be angry over, you will get your revenge for Monet, and all the while we will concentrate everything we have on making Trafalgar pay. Sound agreeable?”

Sugar made a small noise as she stared at the grapes on her fingers.

“Think about it,” he continued, “we can make them all suffer at the same time—Antonia for giving you the cold shoulder, Baby 5 for keeping her away, and Trafalgar for overshadowing everything you’ve done in the Young Master’s eyes without even being here. I think it sounds like an excellent plan.”

Sugar popped a grape into her mouth and considered it—revenge was a dish best served maliciously, after all.

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Off in an alleyway within the labyrinthine streets of Dressrosa, Law and Baby 5 sat huddled together out of sight as the former worked on the latter’s arm. He was doing his best to separate the seastone bar from her muscles and tendons, but it was proving difficult. Anytime he tried to touch it, it zapped the Room shut and she twitched in pain.

“Hold still,” he griped as another Room fizzled out. “I can’t touch it as much as you can.”

“It’s a bit difficult considering you have my arm and shoulder in your lap,” she huffed. She watched as he opened another small Room and tried to access the seastone. “Is your bedside manner always this terse?”

“I don’t know—ask the pirates whose hearts I gave to the Marines so I could get close enough to Doflamingo to kill him,” he replied. “They might be able to shed some light on the situation.”

“Oh, so it’s true,” she said, scrunching her face as he attempted another Room. “I thought that was just something the creep said to unnerve me. You have a lot of explaining to do.”

“Here I was going to say the same thing, considering what I’m pulling out of your shoulder and the fact our kid sister thinks she’s literally a completely different person,” Law hissed. Baby 5 simply scoffed at that.

“I’m the one who needs to explain?! I’ve only been the one holding this entire thing together for thirteen years! All while you were off playing pirate!”

“Bee!”

“Why didn’t you come for us?” she sniped. At that, his face got red.

“I did! By the time I got there, Doflamingo had already moved into the Grand Line!”

“You knew where Spider Miles was! Why didn’t you come along sooner?!”

“…because I needed to get stronger and train, or else that I wouldn’t’ve had a chance at getting you and Lami out, even with a sneak-attack!” Bickering was definitely something he did not miss; he got it similar from Penguin and Shachi, but nothing quite compared to a sparring match with Baby 5. She pouted, the expression mentally sending Law back in time to when it was three little kids against the world. “The last thing I wanted to do was fall in with Doflamingo again because I was stupid enough to go in unprepared and half-cocked!”

“…and you didn’t think that there was even the slightest benefit to letting us know you were alive?!”

“…and let that asshole know too?! Ha—now I see that the risks were really outweighing the benefits.” He grew quiet for a moment before looking Baby 5 directly in the eyes. “Whatever he did to Lami, he could have done to me.”

Her chest felt tight—oh… an ability like his… with the terror that happened to their sister…

“Finding out everyone moved out of Spider Miles before I could get there broke me, Bee,” he whispered. He licked his lips in thought before closing his eyes and sighing. “Thinking that Lami was going to be buried in a foreign sea… that you were the only thing I had left from before and you were still so far away… if it weren’t for my crew, I don’t know what I would have done to myself.”

“Where are they?” she wondered quietly. “I’d like to meet them.”

“Not here—Doflamingo’s too dangerous for the likes of them.” He was able to push a little more out the way of the seastone before the Room fell again—almost had it. “They love me like a brother, but… they’re strong like the North, not strong like the New World. If anything happened to them, I’d never forgive myself.”

“A bunch of fussers?” she scoffed. “You got a crew of Giollas?”

“No… I got a crew of yous,” Law admitted. He held out Baby 5’s arm towards her and nodded. “Take it out while I’ve got the Room up and at least it won’t hurt.” She did, holding the seastone nail between her fingers as she watched him continue to work on the wound.

“…a crew of mes…?”

“They do annoying shit like make sure I eat and shower regularly and not get too far into my own thoughts,” he explained. “Some days it doesn’t feel like I have a crew, but a ship full of babysitters.”

“Now I really need to meet them,” she smirked. Law finished securing the bandage on Baby 5’s shoulder and replaced her arm, letting the Room drop on purpose this time. She flexed her muscles and could feel a burning sensation where the seastone sat, but nothing more than if her shoulder muscles somehow had a light sunburn. “I need to apologize for having them take care of your ass for so long.”

“Honestly, it’s like you never left.” He stood and gave her a boost up to her feet. “How do you feel now?” She threw the nail away and, with it no longer touching her skin, felt nausea nearly overtake her.

“Nasty,” she admitted.

“That’s Seastone Sickness—that wears off quick enough,” he assured. “What about your Devil Fruit?”

Baby 5 took a deep breath and swiped her hand to the side, it becoming a sword as it arched. Law’s face lit up in absolute delight.

Now they were talking.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Moving carefully, Antonia took advantage of the confusion going on in Dressrosa to head back to the palace. There was such a commotion being caused by pirates and escaped gladiators that it was relatively easy to slip back largely unnoticed. She avoided guards and Family alike, instead heading towards the room that she shared with Baby 5 when her uncle first came to power. It was still where they stayed sometimes, when the rest of the Family was out on missions and it happened that they were left to their own devices. Even Violet was known to stay with them, even though Antonia could tell it made her sad somehow. She pushed that thought from her mind—what she needed to do was find a specific box now that there was no one around to distract her.

If there were any answers to find, it would be in that box.

Throwing open a wardrobe, Antonia began digging into the cache of old clothes and outgrown books in search for the box. When she couldn’t find it, she went into another wardrobe; nothing. She threw a pile of blankets from the chest by the window and began to tear that apart…

…ah-ha! The young woman pulled one of Giolla’s old shoeboxes from the bottom of the chest and opened it, shuffling through the contents. There was some old coins, a hair clip, papers covered in a child’s tidy block printing—Baby 5 had been obsessed with this weird language for a bit—some animal figurines… there! Sitting at the bottom of the box was a thick envelope, something which she never felt the need to look in until that very moment. She placed the box down on the bed and opened the envelope, sliding its contents out.

What poured out onto the bedspread was mostly what Antonia expected: varying loose papers and photographs were now jumbled together, waiting to be sorted through. She picked up what was likely the original of one she had in her own room, one with her and her father… except… there was something odd about it. Everything was the same except for the fact there were… patches…? Yes, there were patches on her skin and streaks in her hair, all white. She touched her cheek where one was in the photo; a sinking feeling set in telling her that what she saw had not been smooth and soft, but disturbingly firm and painful.

Going through some of the other photos, Antonia discovered that she indeed looked like the same in all of them, some with Baby 5 and some with Buffalo and even Dellinger. She didn’t remember ever having looked like that—what was going on…?

Then, she picked up a photo that had been turned around in the shuffle to look at it, only for her eyes to go wide. It was of her and her father, but another kid was in it as well. She was holding the camera as she and her father grinned widely, with a sullen boy with similar patches being kept in frame by the Second Corazón’s tight grip…

…a boy who by all accounts looked disturbingly like Trafalgar.

Panicking, Antonia brought the photos together and began shuffling through them. Sure enough, the boy wasn’t in many of the photos, but was in more than a few, including some with her and Baby 5. How could this stranger be in images of her childhood and yet not in her memories of it? Actually, he was in a lot of the photographs, now that she thought about it…

This was ridiculous; why was there all this stuff hiding in the box of things Baby 5 kept from Spider Miles? It was suspicious—why was all of this hidden away? Why did Baby 5 not bring it out to show her? Why didn’t Violet, for that matter? She put most of the stack of photographs in her cloak pocket and began to look through the papers, seeing if there was something else. There was a diary hidden in there, as well as a thick envelope addressed to the World Economic Journal in a child’s attempt at copperplate handwriting. She eased open the unsealed flap and slid the contents out, reading the letter.

‘Dear World Economic Journal,

‘My name is Trafalgar D. Water Lami. If you get this, it means I’m dead.’

Antonia dropped the paper as though it had caught on fire. She stared at it for a moment before gingerly picking it back up, careful as though it would break at the slightest mishap. A glance at the date told her it was written eleven years prior… right before they made the move to Dressrosa…

‘My name is Trafalgar D. Water Lami. If you get this, it means I’m dead. I don’t know if my brother Law is still alive, but our sister is. She mailed this for me. She’s our sister because she’s our best friend. And she’s not dying like I am.

‘I was born in Flevance. I now live in Spider Miles, but won’t for long. The disease that killed my home was not contagous it was poison. My parents were doctors before they died. They said it was poison from Amber Lead. It’s not bad in little amounts but it’s bad over a long period of time. There was so much in Flevance when I was born that everyone got sick at the same time. Soldiers killed my mom and dad and grandparents and neighbors and everyone else because someone in the goverment lied saying it was something like a deadly flu. It sounds crazy but it’s true. I’m only alive now because my brother and I escaped and he found a way to take some of the poison out of me. We found our sister after we escaped. She’s not from Flevance. She’s still healthy. She said I should write this all down for you because we don’t know if our brother still can.’

Antonia kept going through the letter, reading through the horrors that were written on the page. The child described war in a way she only knew about in her nightmares and places she visited in daydreams. There was something eerily familiar about all of it, to the point she wanted to stop reading more than once. Yet she kept going, knowing that she needed to finish it.

‘Since you publish Sora, Warrior of the Sea, Law and I thought that sending this to you would be our best bet at having our story told,’ it said. ‘I included a picture of me and brother and sister. You can tell which is which based on the Amber Lead spots. I don’t know where our brother is anymore and I think he might be dead. My dream is to find him again and not let Flevance die. That way, if I can do one thing, I don’t feel so bad about failing at the other.

‘Thank you for reading,

‘Sincerely,

‘Trafalgar D. Water Lami, Age 11’

Eleven…? Antonia looked at the photo that was enclosed and studied it carefully. It was of her and Baby 5 alongside the boy who looked like Trafalgar. If the letter had been written when it was dated, it would have meant she was nine years old. What did it all mean?

“What… what did he do to you…? He took your memories, he took your personality, he took two whole years of your life away…”

That was right… he had said that, hadn’t he? Nothing about it made sense; despite the fact she had gone through the box looking for answers, she was only presented with more questions.

“That doesn’t belong to you.”

Antonia looked up and dropped the letter on the bedspread at the shock. Her Observation Haki hadn’t been alert enough, because Trebol and Sugar were now standing there on the other side of the bed. She stepped backwards; the closer she could be to the balcony the better.

“It doesn’t belong to you either,” she replied.

“The Young Master is looking for you,” Sugar stated. “He’s always looking for you.”

“I’m starting to wonder why,” Antonia replied. She watched as the other officers walked to her side of the bed, keeping their sights on her as she backed away. “One Elite Officer to another, Trebol: what’s really going on?”

“We’re just doing what we all swore to do, Corazón,” he replied. “The Young Master’s plans are in jeopardy and we’re getting ready to make sure he never has to worry about them again.”

“Mmm… wrong…” Sugar frowned.

“Okay, sure, we should have been able to do this to your predecessor so that the brat won’t have a reason to come after him at all, but we’ll make do with what we got…”

Knowing her opportunity was about to end, Antonia guarded her face with her cloak and burst through the glass balcony door, running towards the edge of the platform. She used the railing to catapult herself out over the main of Dressrosa, not caring about the dangers below. Taking a deep breath as she slowed to the height of her jump, she concentrated all her Armament Haki towards the soles of her feet and felt the air crackle around her.

Okay, so she was shit at Rokushiki, but she honestly had the next best thing.

Jumping from foot to foot in long strides, Antonia began to run on the air, making her way further over Dressrosa as she began her descent. At the rate she was going, she was going to be over Corrodia by the time she hit a roof, which was honestly all the better. Then she could concentrate on finding Baby 5 and…

Suddenly, Antonia felt something sticky wrap around her as she stopped. She turned her head and saw Trebol standing on the balcony, with Sugar atop the railing.

Fuck!

She struggled against the mucus as it began to pull her back in, closer and closer to Sugar’s outstretched arm. As she went towards the other Officers, she felt the slight crackle of something surround her, warm and comforting as a hug, before she heard a man’s voice, angry and vengeful and not at all ready to entertain fools.

“KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF OUR SISTER!”

Something tugged at her just behind her navel and then all hell broke loose.

#One Piece #fan fiction #Trafalgar Law #Trafalgar Lami #Baby 5 #Donquixote Pirates #(not tagging individually bc nah)#I know that some people don't like Haki bc it is very ill-defined but I love it for that precise reason due to fan fiction #aka: I can just do WHAT I WANT lol #Trafalgar D. Water Law #Trafalgar D. Water Lami #unrelated to this fic: thanks starryjeong for the prompt but idk when i'll get to it to be honest but i do appreciate you <3

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HELL YEAH I CAN!! There are at least 3 or 4 MC (or at least in their own stories) Danganronpa OCs I have! Mainly for V3 cause its my favorite -w-

Roselyn Monet (Sandasu)

Ultimate Actress or Ultimate Pediatrician it depends honestly..-

Black and French, moved to Japan for business

One of the Chpt. 3 victims (found in the infirmary) (I made one appear out of thin air I'm so talented/silly)

Shes shy and jumpy, very Mikan coded pre and post-game, but in-game she's a bitch/aff!!! She's very cold and distances herself from people but if you persist enough she miight open up~ (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

Had two ships with two guys I've selfshipped with- Stage Play (Kokichi x Rose), Detective's Script/Black Rose (Shuichi x Rose) I end up using the former for videos more, but I do have quite a lot of Stage Play ones!! >w<

She actually is a part of a longgg story on her own!!

And I couldn't mention Rose without mentioning another part of her story!

Hayase Miya (Sandasu)

Lil' Ultimate Seamstress

Youngest (Has two older siblings who are twins!!)

Ultra Despair Girls!!!! Would have been a part of the WOH but I scrapped it!!

7 (But 8 now!!! Her birthday is on July 20th!!!)

While her biological family is (somewhat) alive, her adoptive ones are dead ( • ᴖ • ｡)

Her adoptive parents died at her brother's hands, and she killed him out of fear and self defense technically-?

Traumatized little girl with a specialty handling needles, she's very shy and proper!!

Rose's cousin, i guess???

She miiight get adopted <3

This one isn't well known unfortunately!!!! But I still love her!!!

Sukoshi Shizukana

Ultimate Social Outcast

Specifically pops up Post-V3!!! She knows nothing and is only thrown into the loop because she's married to one of the participants tbh

Me and my platonic wife usually roleplay her and (her) Post-game Kokichi!! The married couple ever pt 1 because he loves her and she's kinda like "wtf??!?!?/pos"

They also have two sons!! Akihiko and one I haven't named yet (っ- ‸ - ς)

She's gone through...a lot.

Recovering Alcoholic and drug addict because she wants to get better for her son (her parents weren't great before they died

She's a very scared yet sweet girl underneath her rude and passive aggressive front, her talent pushes people away

She has two D.I.C.E members who are parental figures to her because she deserves it!!!! Give her good role models!!!!

And THIS is perhaps my most well-known and beloved DR OC!!!!

Ai Kegareta

Ultimate Succubus, and is a literal Succubus!!!<33

Her past, In-game and Post-game was not kind to her

Princess of the Lust Ring in hell, and the youngest of 16!!! (๑•̀ㅁ•́๑)✧

She's Kaede's half sister, but they look so alike the only things telling them apart is Ai's demonic features and her natural pink-blonde hair (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

She's a very innocent and bubbly girl!! She makes friends with everyone (or at least tries to) and believes there's good in even the worst people!!

She had a very sweet mom before she died, and was left with a shitty stepmom who hated her and abused her (¬⤙¬ ) After killing her mom since they were twins!!! (๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭

She's British this isn't important just though to drop it /silly

Ai is very shippable (my mootie and one of the lomls even selfships with her!!) But AiOuma has burrowed itself deep into my brain and nested there I cannot escape it because they're so. Fucking. Cute. But also really angsty I have way less AiOuma videos for how much this ship circles in my brain

GONTA AND AI ARE BESTIES!!

Rantaro was also her first crush~ ♡

Ai's worst fears are losing loved ones and being replaced in any manner. So you can imagine how bad it was losing Rantaro, Kaede, Kokichi and Gonta was and having to live up to be like Kaede or up to her image (╥‸╥) Being mistaken for her sometimes also stings, she was part of the cast, yes, but she also felt like Kaede overshadowed her in a way, but never resented her for it outwardly, at least...

She's the light in any room, but the darkest shadow in her own mind.

AND THATS ALL!!!<33 Fun fact, I was listening to Kokichi x Listener ASMRs in the middle of my teacher yelling at us because Angel doesn't care about a whiny adult~ (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

– 🩷🎮

THIS WAS A DELIGHTFUL READ!! Their talents are all pretty unique. I don’t think I’ve seen an ultimate pediatrician, social outcast, or succubus before. I wonder what your post game is like, definitely sounds intriguing.

What does being either the ultimate actress or ultimate pediatrician depend on? Did you just like both talents or is there another reason? Was she originally one or the other before you thought of another talent you liked? ALSO NOO RIP TO HER… making stuff appear out of thin air for ocs though is so real. Also, videos? It’s always so cool to see people creating stuff with their ocs :0

UDG OC LETS GOOO ‼️ The lil ultimate oc was such a surprise, but a good one. Poor thing, I hope she does get adopted. If no one adopts her, then I will!! (/silly)

She’s been through so much omg :(

I haven’t seen many lil ultimate ocs… probably only like three total if I count yours. People should make more lil ultimate ocs.

How did Sukoshi get the talent ultimate social outcast? Why does she only pop up Post V3?

Super curious to see how hell and demons would work in the Danganronpa universe if you ever wanna talk about that. It’s interesting how Ai is so innocent when she literally comes from hell. She’s see the worst of the worst there and yet she still thinks like that? Perhaps it’s because she’s from there that she does because she’s able to see the worst do good. I am all for the Gonta and Ai besties, Gonta deserves a friend‼️

Giggling, how did you not get in trouble for that?? Also, considering how many times that he’s been brought up in this ask, you seem to really like Kokichi. Is he one of your favorite characters?

#💜 // - emil answers #🪻 // - 🩷🎮 anon #tw abuse #tw abuse mention #tw murder #tw murder mention #tw trauma #tw trauma mention #tw alcoholism #tw drug mention

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North-South : 3

Elyas arrived at the said studio where Elisha claimed it's the place her masterpieces born. The code to the door lock was the same as her apartment unit's door and probably many other of her locked belongings. He entered the spacious 4 walls filled with colours and canvases, mostly disorganized but yet neat to the eye. Few works were left unfinished, the rest could be called her unreleased masterpieces.

One painting in a big canvas caught Elyas eyes almost immediately. He then remembered how Elisha always says about Claude Monet being her biggest inspiration. Now he's standing right in front of Elisha's take on impressionism, that is to him, are impressive. Thousands of brush strokes are majorly visible on purpose, creating a subtly distorted sights of trees and seemingly supposed to be a river in between it. The trees are bearing fruits and blossoms, seemingly oranges and magnolias looking at the colours and silhouettes of it. The tree on the left side blooms orange blossoms and ripe orange fruits, 5 fruits were fallen to the ground into group of 2 and 3. The right tree on the other hand, are full of vibrant magnolias which few petals were fallen to the ground by the gushing wind, which he counted were exactly 22 tiny petals on the ground divided into 4 groups.

Elisha did love to slip in meaningful small details in every of her works. Not any eye can see, only those who know their story.

"Excusez moi, monsieur, why are you here? Who are you exactly?" A voice of a man startled Elyas from his art appreciation session.

"Oh, uh... pardon for breaking in, but I'm Elyas Jordan. My sister gave me the code to this studio."

"You're her older brother, I suppose?" The landlord guessed after eyeing up and down to Elyas.

"Younger, actually. But we're twins to be precise."

The landlord frowned to Elyas' answer, which Elyas regretted for how confusing his words actually were. Nonetheless, there's nothing he can do to take back his words and fix the tense awkwardness.

"Anyway, Elisha's rent due is today, so I thought you as her brother could cover this. I haven't seen her for a while now, I'm worried that she may not be able to pay in time," the landlord stated, more worried on the money than the fact that Elisha's presence are absent.

"I suppose I could cover for her, but uh..." Elyas grabbed his wallet in his bag, only to find his homecountry cash in it, "I only have poundsterlings, currently. Please send me your bank account number so I could transfer euros to you."

Elyas hurrily grabbed a piece of his business card with his phone number on it, then handed it over to the landlord. The slender figured owner of the studio left after taking Elyas' business card without any further words.

The Jordan young man were a little stunned by the landlord's demeanor. Elisha has complained about her studio's landlord being a bit of a jerk in the past, but it was out of Elyas expectation to see how rude the landlord actually is.

Nonetheless, he continued to venture around, looking for anything that could tell about Elisha's current whereabout. There were nothing but art supplies and the art itself in the studio, which led Elyas to a dead end.

Or if so.

He took a sight at the memos pinned to a section of the wall, scanning trough every handwriting hoping that he could find a lead. His eyes caught a piece of pink sticky paper that seemed recent, written; Submit project 113 to G, 7th May.

He glanced at the current date on his phone. Whatever project 113 is, it was supposed to due today.

"What is she up to?" He monologued.

The answer to his questions must have lied in Elisha's laptop that he carried along with, specifically in the message app. He took out the laptop from his bag then settled it down on the nearest desk and turned the power on. While waiting for it to turn on, he quickly grabbed his phone from his coat pocket, called a contact number of a person that he thought would help him out from the current situation.

"Hello?"

"Martin, I really need a hand right now."

A sigh could be heard from the other side of the call. "Let me guess, hacking a phone? It's better not be another creep behaviour."

#scripts #thejordanssaga

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redgillan · 5 years ago

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Under Pastel Skies - 3

Sugar daddy!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Modern!AU Bucky doesn’t need anyone, especially not a sugar baby. He isn’t that desperate… but she smiles so sweetly and she’s endearingly awkward, and he’s so lonely. She’s an artist, a painter, the type of person who always puts others before herself. Throwing caution to the wind Bucky offers her a place to live, a place where she can finally paint whatever her heart desires. He doesn’t need much in return; a friend, a muse.

Word Count: 2,587

Warnings: none

A/N: I wanted to give Reader a family and this is the easiest way to do it. Btw Peggy’s husband isn’t Steve, I have other plans for him ;) Enjoy!

Wannabe sugar daddies don’t interact, idc if you have money, eat it and leave me be.

The rest of the week went by, and you kept hoping Bucky would come back. You hadn’t seen him since he’d left 300 dollars under his napkin after visiting you at work. You had tucked the bills into your bra, knowing they would be safe there, and walked home at the end of your shift.

Now it was Thursday afternoon and you were craving a day off.

Natasha’s apartment was spacious and the oversized glass window bathed the living room in natural sunlight. The apartment was a gift from Sam. Obviously.

You dropped your purse on the sofa –your bed- and laid out the bills on the coffee table. It was made of marble and brass, another gift from Sam.

You didn’t know what to do with the money, so you took it wherever you went, to keep it safe. You wanted to return it to Bucky. It was too much and you weren’t used to random acts of kindness.

You sunk into the cushion and blew out a sigh as you stared at the money. The persistent vibration of your phone against your thigh pulled you out of your thoughts. Half expecting it to be Natasha, you answered without looking at the caller ID.

The operator told you that Scott Lang was calling from Saint Quentin State Prison, and asked if you would accept the charges. You agreed. You always agreed.

“Splotchy, I need your help.”

Closing your eyes, you let your head fall back against the cushion. “I told you to stop calling me that, Scott.”

It was a silly nickname.

As a child, your mother dubbed you splotchy because of the colourful doodles you painted on the living room walls, and your siblings, who were roughly a few years older than you, had loved using that nickname. Especially since they knew you disliked it.

Their support and endless enthusiasm played a big part in your artistic journey, nurturing that spark into a flame. What started out as a childlike fascination with colours and shapes became your whole life. No one was surprised when you decided to pursue a degree in fine arts.

After the death of her husband, Peggy Carter adopted five children; a little boy from San Francisco, a little girl from Wakanda, twins from Sokovia and a little girl whose birth parents were still in high school. You were the last one, the only one she adopted as a baby.

“Is it offensive to call an artist splotchy?”

“It’s irrelevant. I haven’t painted in months,” you replied. “And we’re not kids anymore, you can use my name.”

“I’ve been calling you Splotchy for so long, I forgot your actual name.”

“You’re so funny,” you deadpanned. “What do you need, Scott?”

Scott’s tone changed suddenly, his voice grew agitated. “I need you to call Maggie. She isn’t picking up when I call her.”

“Scott,” you sighed.

“I haven’t talked to Cassie since her birthday,” he cut you off, pleading. “Please, I just want to talk to my little girl.”

Maggie was Scott’s ex-wife. Six months after his incarceration, she had filed for divorce. Natasha thought it was a real dick move but you didn’t blame Maggie. She was alone, her husband was in jail –for basically being a dumbass although the official charge was embezzlement and destruction of property- and she had a kid to raise.

Maggie wasn’t a saint but she was a good mother, and Cassie was a smart and healthy kid. Now you knew what to do with Bucky’s money.

“I’ll call her,” you said. “Listen, I’m going to put 50 bucks on your book. Buy yourself a bar of soap, I can smell you from here.” Scott interrupted you with a monotone ‘har har’. You chuckled. “I’ll buy Cassie a Christmas gift on your behalf, all right? I think she wanted a bike.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you,” he chanted over the phone, his voice muffled as if he was holding the receiver too close to his mouth. “Are you sure you can afford it? I know it isn’t easy for you. Between living in New York and paying for mom’s nursing home, you don’t have to-”

“It’s fine,” you said, cutting off the conversation. “I’m not alone, Okoye helps.”

“And Wanda?”

“She sends postcards from time to time.”

The line went quiet for a moment. “I want to get out of here so bad,” Scott groaned. “Everything’s gone to shit since I went to jail.”

“Everything’s gone to shit since Pietro died, Scott.” You both remained silent, remembering your late brother. Just thinking about him made your eyes start to prickle with tears, so you cleared your throat and ended the call. “I’ll talk to Maggie. You’ll be out soon, just... stay out of trouble. Love you.”

You left your phone on the table and kicked off your shoes before you lay down on the sofa for a well-deserved nap. In your dreams your brothers weren’t either dead or in prison, your mother hadn’t been diagnosed with Alzheimer, and you weren’t a burden to your friend.

If you were lucky enough, you wouldn’t even dream at all.

The next day, Bucky arrived at the hotel at six thirty and you playfully glared at him from across the lounge. He wasn’t stupid, he knew why you were glaring at him. At least he had the decency to look a little sheepish.

“Just so you know, you bought yourself about 30 breakfasts,” you told him, referring to the far-too-generous tip he had left the other day.

“A man’s gotta eat,” he replied with a boyish cockiness that made him look stupidly attractive. You were too flustered to find a good comeback.

You brought him his cup of coffee and let him enjoy his breakfast while you attended to your other clients. It was an unusually busy day, the room was packed with families who were getting ready to explore Manhattan. You didn’t have time to chat with Bucky and he didn’t stay long. You saw him flinch a couple of times; the muscles in his shoulders pulled tight and his eyes darting left and right.

He left another ridiculously generous tip, along with a handwritten note. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day x.

Bucky came back the following week, and even though it was a quiet morning, you made sure to find him a table in a secluded spot. He didn’t notice when you slipped the 300 dollars into the pocket of his coat. You could be pretty sneaky, too.

“Mmmh,” he said, wiping his mouth with a napkin, “I looked at your Instagram.”

“Oh,” you glanced at your shoes, embarrassed. “Wait, you’re on Instagram? I have a hard time imagining you scrolling through your feed.”

He laughed a little. “I’ll admit I’m not as tech savvy as you youngsters, but I’m not a fossil. I use it to look at the pictures my sister post of my niblings.”

“Cute,” you grinned.

“Anyway,” he said, pushing a hand through his hair. “I love your work. It’s very unique; a cross between Impressionism and Post-impressionism. It’s realistic, and yet there’s something different...” his face scrunched up as he tried to look for the right word. “There’s something in your paintings, something that isn’t here in real life but perhaps should be. It’s hard to explain. It’s a feeling, a color, a pattern; it’s indiscernible but it’s there.” He looked up at you, his cheeks red with embarrassment. “I’m not making much sense, am I?”

You blinked, suddenly stunned that someone had such strong opinions about your work. There was nothing but sincerity in his ocean-blue eyes, and for a moment, you were at a loss for words.

“I, um-” you cleared your throat, “Thank you, I didn’t know that. I look up to Monet, obviously. His work is phenomenal, and I also have a soft spot for Van Gogh.” You ran a hand across your face. “Sorry, I’m a little emotional. The people who compliment my art are usually my siblings, and Nat.”

“And now me,” he said with a warm smile. “And soon a lot more people.”

Flustered, you bit your bottom lip. “That would be nice.”

Bucky nodded. He gathered his silverware and set them on his plate, trying to buy time. You watched him hesitate before he turned to you. “I noticed that your last post was from almost a year ago.”

“Yeah,” you said with a casual shrug. “I don’t really paint anymore. I’m too tired when I get home and supplies are expensive.”

“Of course,” he pursed his lips in thought. “Are you free this afternoon? I was wondering if we could meet for coffee.”

You tried not to show your surprise but his words made the sleeping butterflies in your stomach crack an eye open, their interest piqued.

Was he asking you out? He’d come to your workplace every week since your brief ‘date’. He always gave you more-than-generous tips, and he listened to you with a combination of close attention and warmth that made you weak at the knees.

He’d made it clear he wasn’t looking for anyone but maybe he had changed his mind. Agh, down girl! He just wanted a friend.

You looked into his beautiful eyes, seeing a myriad of expressions cross his face before he smiled at you.

“I ain’t gonna hurt you, angel.”

It was an honest lie, just hearing him call you angel felt like a punch to the stomach. The butterflies were dancing around, reborn, and chanting the word ‘date’.

“If you don’t like coffee, we can have tea, or ice cream,” he said, “anything as long as you can sit down with me.”

You snorted. “Okay.”

“Okay,” he repeated, smiling. “This is my number. Pick a place and I’ll meet you there.”

After breakfast, you closed the restaurant and started cleaning the Lounge. You brought everything back to the kitchen, stacked the dishes in the dishwasher and turned it on. Then you put away the unopened miniature jams, butter and whatnot, and gathered the remaining patisseries and fresh fruits in a basket that you would later bring to the reception.

You worked mechanically. It wasn’t exactly the most exciting job you’d ever had.

You couldn’t stop thinking about Bucky. It was easy to let your mind wander into the cosy and dangerous territory of this being a real date.

You decided to go to the Australian coffee shop near Natasha’s apartment. It was popular but not as crowded as Starbucks, which suited you fine.

After your shift, you removed your uniform and changed into the spare set of clothes you kept in your locker for emergencies. Emergencies being an impromptu date or a night out with Nat. You dug around in your purse for your lipstick; the nice one, the Carter Red as your mother called it.

You dabbed the lipstick on your lips, staining them. You only wore it on special occasions, and you weren’t sure Bucky deserved your full red pout.

You walked to the café with a little pep in your step and a confident smile on your face. The freezing temperature didn’t matter, you were too giddy to care. It was a date, it had to be, why else would he ask you to meet for coffee?

You smiled when you saw him through the coffee shop window. He was chatting with the waiter as the latter set two mugs on the table.

“Hi again!” You shrugged out of your jacket and took a seat.

“I hope you like hot chocolate. Carl, here, says it’s their best seller,” Bucky said, smiling kindly at the waiter.

“Enjoy, and if you need anything else don’t hesitate to call me.”

You carefully wrapped your cold hands around your mug while you watched Carl walk away. A moment of silence rose between you. Bucky watched you with an unreadable expression, making you fidget in your seat.

“I’m glad you came,” he finally said.

“Me too. I’m a little surprised you asked.”

He looked down at his mug and smiled; it didn’t reach his eyes. “I have something to ask you.” He paused. “The night we met, you said you agreed to see me because being in a... financial relationship felt like the only solution to your problems.”

Your smile faltered but he didn’t seem to notice. Oh. The butterflies in your stomach fell so suddenly that it felt like carrying a ball of lead. They went back into hibernation.

“If I had been a decent person and, I don’t know, bought you a drink, talked to you,” he paused, meeting your eyes. “Would you have been interested in this type of relationship? With me, I mean.”

You swallowed hard. “You want to be my sugar daddy.”

It wasn’t a question but a statement. You were slowly realizing that you had been wrong about his intentions. This wasn’t a date, it was a business afternoon tea.

He winced. “Do we really have to call it that? I was thinking mentorship. I can provide financial help, and in exchange you could be my friend.”

“I can be your friend for free,” you said, your throat tightening.

He shrugged, a small smile on his lips. “This way we’ll both get something out of it.”

You looked down at your hands, still wrapped around the mug, and pursed your lips in thought. You felt a sharp tingling sensation in your nose, a sign that you were about to cry. You closed your eyes and clenched your jaw, fighting against the flood that was coming.

You pushed all the emotion down and forced a smile to your face. “Do you mind if I use the restroom? I just took the subway, I’d like to wash my hands.”

Bucky watched you, momentarily stunned by your request. “Of course, take your time,” he quickly recovered.

“Thanks,” you croaked, pushing your chair back.

You picked up your bag and walked to the restroom, your legs feeling like cotton wool. You didn’t need to use the restroom, you had walked to the café, but you needed a moment alone to collect yourself.

A woman came out of the restroom, holding the door open for you. You picked up the pace and thanked her before closing the door behind you. You looked pretty sickly under the artificial light of the restroom. Your eyes were glassy with tears and your red lips were taunting you.

“Got your hopes up, uh?” You watched your lips move. A little humourless chuckle escaped you and you shook your head at your own idiocy.

You aggressively wiped the lipstick off your mouth with the back of your hand and sighed deeply as you looked at your reflection in the mirror. Now you felt like an idiot.

It wasn’t Bucky’s fault. He had been nothing but nice and kind, and perhaps you had mistaken his kindness for flirting. A naïve mistake. You had always been a little clueless when it came to men.

You ran your index fingers under your eyes to get rid of the makeup that had gathered there. It wasn’t the end of the world, you barely knew him anyway. It didn’t hurt any less, though.

Maybe it was time for you to do something out of character, to experience life no matter how crazy it seemed. You were dreading this conversation with Bucky, but you couldn’t hide in the restroom forever. With another sigh, you pushed yourself away from the sink and walked out of the restroom.

Part 4

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel imagines #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes fanfiction #marvel imagine #bucky barns imagine #redgillan #redgillanwrites

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katoodlez · 4 years ago

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THAT WAS SUCH A GOOD EPISODE (the sam and bucky show episode 3, spoiler review!)

Episode 3 was an EXPERIENCE let me tell you.

1) Zemo. I was so excited to see Zemo all week but let me tell you i did NOT expect to like him so much. Fashion icon, sassy villain, he gives me Loki vibes. Actually next to Loki himself, favorite Marvel antagonist, 10/10. His interactions with Sam and Bucky were absolute GOLD and they really vibed together ngl. Like how Sam and Zemo agreed that Marvin Gaye was amazing or the way that Zemo just showed up with everything they needed (like a prIVATE JET COugh what is he the new tony stark?) oh and also his dancing at the party scene LMAO that sEnt me— (not to mention Zemo’s consistent underhanded comments about America lmao)

2. The party scene in Madripoor. And the night shots of Madripoor as well. SO BEAUTIFUL. Lowkey gave me Black Panther vibes, i think because it was similar in vibe to the BP scene in Busan. It was so colorful and cool and i loVED it.

3. Bucky telling Zemo that the Winter Soldier code words won’t work on him anymore and then jumping back into being the Winter Soldier for a mission is just 🥺😭😭😭😭

4. Sam checking up on Bucky throughout the episode too esp after he had to pretend to be the Winter Soldier again 🥺🥺🥺 I really liked how we saw their friendship/bond develop in this episode

5. Ok but the scene where Bucky was explaining to Sam how he would hYpoTheTicAlLy break Zemo out of prison was HILARIOUS lmao watching Sam be confused and gradually realize that it wasnt a hypothetical was the best. its the very definition of “ask for forgiveness, not permission”

6. For as much as John Walker is a pain I really appreciated every scene he had in this episode. I think it was fair for people to dislike him immediately since he’s written to be the antagonizing force to Sam and Bucky, but aside from being explicitly ignorant and implicitly the wrong person to carry the legacy of the shield, we haven’t seen him actually do anything particularly “bad” thus far. However his few scenes in this episode, especially how he uses the shield and mantle of Captain America for intimidation at the beginning and how he’s willing to do stuff “off the books” to stop Sam and Bucky begins to give a clearer indication of his true colors. For what its worth im very excited to see what happens with his character, and he’s genuinely interesting to watch.

7. Sharon Carter is a badass and I will not be taking objections, thank you. I just finished watching agent carter this week and she really reflects Peggy’s class and fighting skills. She held her own against every bounty hunter in Madripoor while the sambuckzemo trio was conducting a nice little QnA with Dr Nagel. A true MVP. I wasnt sure who she was talking to after she separated from them tho so im super excited to see more of her character. (Also it was very nice to see what happened to her after civil war, especially the sacrifice she made to help team cap)

8. Not Sarah calling Sam while they’re supposed to be undercover— Sarah is the best but I felt her exasperation with her brother oml 😂 also when she called him Sam I almost imagined him going “who’s sam?” like Miles Morales being “play dumb” xddd

9. “I can’t run in these heels!” Has the same energy as “If i run in these shoes they’re gonna fall off” from CA:WS

10. I may have nerded out when they did the scenes in Sharon’s art gallery bc I saw my favorite Claude Monet painting there—

11. Sam calling Torres whenever he needs some help or backup— Torres my beloved i hope they bring him back soon!

12. The callback to the “can you move your seat up” line xdd. Some things never change

13. Bucky’s notebook is the same as Steve’s notebook I— 🥺🥺

14. Sam downing the snake cocktail and Bucky giving him the nod of approval LOL

15. “itS in eVerY aCtiOn mOviE” LMAO

16. “bionic staring machine” poor Bucky

17. AYO AT THE END. THE WAKANDANS HAVE MADE THEIR ENTRANCE AND EVERYTHING IS BETTER NOW WHOOOO

There are wayyy too many things i loved about this episode that will probably resurface in my brain this week but for now I gotta go do work so thats it for now, my level of hype for the next episode went 📈📈📈📈

#falcon and the winter soldier #sam wilson #bucky barnes #zemo #sharon carter #marvel #mcu #memes

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fallin-4-ya · 4 years ago

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From Me to You

fred weasley x reader- part 2 of series

summary: being from france yourself, you loved writing letters to those back in your home country. but, what happens if your letters are interjected, and someone begins writing in your pen pal’s place?

warnings: none! may be a small curse or 2! (gif is not mine, credit to owner)

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

Sans toi, je ne suis rien

Dear Maison,

Bonjour from Hogwarts! My name is Y/N Monedeaux and it’s a pleasure to meet you. Well, write to you, but I’m sure you get the gist! Anyway, I hope school is treating you well and I would love to hear all about it. I miss France so much!

Á La Prochaine, Y/N

The snow fell onto the grounds of Hogwarts peacefully. You overlooked the blanket of white heading up to the owlery. About a million things were going through your mind at the moment, what if he didn’t like my letter, what if he can’t read my handwriting, what if-

Everything escaped your mind as you slipped on the stairs. However, a particular ginger broke your fall. Looking up at Fred, you let out a small chuckle. ‘Glad I caught you, Monet. Thought you’d remember how icy it gets at the top.’ He laughed.

‘Sorry, Freddie. Guess I was just a little lost in my thoughts that was all.’ You said softly, a blush crawling up your cheeks. ‘I was just delivering my first letter to France! Help me pick out a trustworthy owl?’

You smirked at him as he nodded yes. After deciding on a brown barn owl, you planted a kiss on the letter. For good luck, you told Fred and handing the envelope off to the owl. Smiling sheepishly, you turned to him; taking his arm as you two descended back to the castle to the Gryffindor common room.

When the portrait door swung open, you both found yourself in quite a busy common room. It was Saturday, snowing and a space full of lively Gryffindors, you weren’t quite sure what you had expected. You were called over by a few girls; waving goodbye to Fred, you headed to where Hermione, Ginny and Angelina sat.

‘Did you send it?!’ Hermione practically shouted as you ran over.

‘Yes!’ you exhaled excitedly. ‘But what if he doesn’t get it? You know, those school owls only make it so far, and what if it gets lost on the way as well. Or even worse. The bloody bird drops it!’

‘Oh shut it, y/n!’ Ginny said smiling. ‘You worry too much, you know the bloody bird will get there!’

‘Yeah,’ chimed in Angelina. ‘And pretty soon you’ll have a pretty French boyfriend to distract you from all of you fuss.’

She raised her brow at you, and the four of you busted out into laughter. As if luring puppies with a bone, the Weasley Twins immediately rushed over to you all at the sound of laughter. ‘Hello, ladies! Laughter without us? Whatever it was, it couldn’t have been that funny. Isn’t that right, Fred?’ George said elbowing his brother and raising his brow.

‘Zip it, George.’ Ginny turned, ‘Just talking about y/n and her new exclusive French boy.’ You playfully snacked Ginny’s arm and she gave you a ‘you know its true’ look. Sighing, you turned to the boys.

‘He’s not my boyfriend.’ Ginny and Angelina interrupted with laughter. ‘He’s not! Haven’t even met the bloke yet.’ You informed.

Earning a laugh from George, you shifted your gaze to Fred, who seemed to have a less amusing look on his face. But the moment he noticed you look him he let out a soft chuckle. You shook whatever you were feeling in that moment out of your head and continued your friends in the joy.

The next few days passed painfully slow. You often sat in class day dreaming about what Maison was like. What color was his hair? Was it curly or straight? Was he taller of shorter? Did he like honeydukes sweets as much as you did? What did his voice sound like? These questions bounced in your mind every day, and you wanted answers to them.

Then one day, it was like your daydreams had been answered, well just a few of them anyway. You were sitting with Hermione at breakfast one fateful morning, tired and groggy, when the post came in. A beautiful white owl came soaring across the great hall, dropping a letter wrapped in a baby blue envelope in front of you. You suddenly felt as if you had all of the energy in the world the second you laid eyes on the wrapped parchment in front of you. Turning you head slowly to Hermione, she shook her head, urging you to open the letter. You practically ripped the envelope apart, scanning it contents.

Bonjour y/n!

How are you? I am well, merci! You are from France I hear, how exciting. I also am happy to write to you, should be plenty of good fun! I heard Hogwarts is beautiful this time of year, with all the snow. We don’t get much at Beauxbatons, but our springs is beautiful! Write to you soon!

Salut, Maison

You clutched the letter as if it was the potions essay you had spent three weeks on. You tried processing your emotions, you hadn’t felt butterflies in your tummy like this in a long time. Unless you were counting every time you were around Fred. Hermione look at you smiling from ear to ear, ‘Well! What does it say?’ she asked.

You handed her the letter, letting her read it for herself. You were just too giddy to answer her. After a short moment, she handed you the letter back, ‘Wow, y/n! He even sounds dreamy over writing.’ The two of you giggled like twelve-year-old school girls.

‘Tell me about it,’Mione! Ugh, what on earth am I ever going to do!’

‘Write him back!’

Duh, you said to yourself. After breakfast you headed up to your dorm with Hermione to write him back. After formulating a quick response and signing your name, you headed through the portrait hole. However, you crashed into none other than Fred Weasley. ‘Oh Merlin! Sorry, Freddie! I was in such a rush, not seeing where I was going as usual.’ You grinned picking up your fallen belongings.

Fred reached down as well, and began gathering your books, when you saw his hand reach for the letter you had swiftly written. Both picking it up at the same time, you looked into his eyes, while he looked into yours. Had they always had those golden little specs in them, you thought to yourself.

The both of you stood awkwardly he held up the letter, ‘This is yours I believe.’ He said, handing it to you.

‘Oh yeah. Thanks, Fred.’ You nodded.

‘I can walk you to the owlery if you’d like. You know, so you don’t fall again.’ He offered.

Shaking off laughter, you agreed. The two of you heading up to the owlery, chatting away about charms homework, potion essay and his new ideas for pranks. It wasn’t until you were in the ascending tower to the owlery when something hit you like a ton of bricks. Shit, you thought to yourself and stopped dead in your tracks. Fred turned to you, ‘Everything alright, y/n?’

‘Yeah, well- no. I forgot I agreed to meet a second year in the library at noon to tutor them and its already five past.’ You said with worry in your tone.

‘No worries, I can take care of this. You run to the library.’ Fred said reassuringly.

‘Really, Freddie!’ he nodded yes with a smile. ‘You’re the absolute best! Don’t know what I’d do without you!’

You planted a soft kiss on his cheek and ran the other direction. He brought up his hand to touch the spot in which your lips met his cheeks. Its like you had awakened a feeling inside of him he never knew he had. This wasn't going to be good.

(A/N: thank you so much for reading! if you would like to be added to this taglist just let me know! positive vibes! -Mari)

taglist: @alluringshawn @nojamsonmytoast

#Harry Potter #harry potter fanfiction #Fred and George #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x y/n #george weasley #george wealsey x reader #hermione granger #ginny weasley #france #fred weasley headcanons

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katatonicimpression · 3 years ago

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Neurodivergence in Generation X Part 3:

The Headcase

Because it’s not just about autism, is it?

Trauma and mental illness in general are also a theme with Monet’s character. Generation X explores these themes like all good superhero stories do, by way of a gratuitous extended metaphor.

Let’s talk about Penance.

What is Penance?

Penance is the red demon-like creature with inpenitrable skin and razor-sharp claws that houses Monet’s consciousness for just over half of the series (and Claudette’s and Nicole’s after they separate).

Penance is a cage. She’s a literal prison Monet is put into by her abuser (her brother Marius). She can’t speak as Penance, but it goes beyond that. She can barely communicate with others at all. She’s also separated from her powers, including that intellect she prides herself on. Monet is a super-genius. Penance barely understands what’s going on around her. Penance doesn’t appear to understand language at all.

In fact, Penance barely seems to understand that she is Monet. Now, while this is likely a result of the details of the plot not being finalised when this shit was written, I really don’t care about authorial intent here. Penance, at least by the time she finally escapes Marius, doesn’t really remember who she is.

Like many alternate, non-human forms of characters in comics, Penance represents a side of Monet. The most apparent “meaning” of Penance is as a metaphor for autism itself. The fact that Penance can’t speak and doesn’t appear to understand what people are saying is a clear analogy to Monet’s catatonic episodes and Claudette’s non-verbal demeanour. Penance is a very unsubtle metaphor for the ways in which autism can hinder communication with others, leaving you isolated.

But there are things other than communication-breakdown that Penance represents, to me at least. The idea of a volatile, animalistic and even dangerous being that you’re trapped inside of? That you can’t even think clearly about let alone talk about? That’s a pretty damn powerful metaphor for a lot of mental health stuff.

This is the sort of thing I live for in comics, and we might get more of it from Monet in X-corp. Now that the Penance form is back in Monet’s life (in a completely different way), there’s space to really go deep into these themes.

Why is Penance?

When Marius turns Monet into Penance, he says that it’s a punishment for how shallow she is. Honestly, I think the fact that Monet, when confronted with the fact that her brother has turned into a demon hellbeast from another dimension, decides to mock his appearance is some queen shit, but what do I know?

This doesn’t make sense for two reasons. Firstly, it’s established earlier that the only reason she’s called Penance is that Gateway was asking for forgiveness when he brought her to the mansion and the team misunderstood his words.

Secondly, Marius doesn’t punish Monet by making her monstrous (and not just because Penance is usually drawn kinda pretty). He punishes her by literally torturing her. Like, this isn’t massively relevant here but it’s a stupid line that adds a weird morality-tale angle to it. As if Monet somehow earned his abuse.

So this is what Monet goes through as Penance. When she’s cut off from a lot of her own ability to think, when she can’t talk, can’t communicate and can barely understand her surroundings, she is subject to unspeakable abuse at the hands of her brother.

This is another way that Penance functions metaphorically. She’s the unreachable state Monet retreats into. Her indestructible skin is said to be a direct result of her withdrawing into herself out of fear. She is the way that an instinctive response to trauma can isolate a person.

In later appearances, the fact that Monet went through unspeakable trauma as Penance is addressed more directly, but I like the less direct, metaphor-heavy approach here. It’s more fluid in interpretation than just talking about it, I guess, but it is really impactful in my opinion.

How is Penance?

As in, how is she feeling? When we’re first introduced to Monet, she’s catatonic and, honestly, seems depressed.

Monet often comes across as deeply troubled. While she’s clearly confident in a lot of ways, and doesn’t really seem self-aware enough to act ashamed or embarrassed, she does often seem upset with herself, angry with herself.

Reading Generation X is a little strange in this way, compared to other comics of the time. Most of the mental health themes explored in comic books in the 90s were

1) I have been experimented on and now I have superpowers but also trauma.

2) My parents/wife/children were murdered.

3) Non-specific heroic male angst.

Monet’s problems are a lot more low-key and, despite the supernatural goings on, ultimately grounded in something very real: abuse by a family member and social isolation. I think it’s really effective, to be honest.

Okay, three down. One to go.

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 4

#x-men #x men #generation x #monet st. croix #monet st croix #penance #Marius St. Croix #emplate #rants #autistic representation #autism in media

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nehswritesstuffs · 1 year ago

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banish every gaslight; let clarity shine - Part 10

I knew the ending of this was going to get tricky, and it's beginning to trip me up, so please forgive me for upturning any expectations you might've had based on how frequently I posted the first seven chapters.

Part 1 [FFN/AO3] - Part 2 [FFN/AO3] - Part 3 [FFN/AO3] - Part 4 [FFN/AO3] - Part 5 [FFN/AO3] - Part 6 [FFN/AO3] - Part 7 [FFN/AO3] - Part 8 [FFN/AO3] - Part 9 [FFN/AO3]

The siblings adjust to their fresh separation and attempt to hold onto the concept of hope. [3994 words; AU where there is a Third Corazón, whose existence makes Law’s life hell]

It was especially cold that day, Baby 5 noted. She had waited until it was just her and Lami in headquarters again before she wrapped up her sister in blankets, took Cora-san’s Den Den out, and placed the snail on the bed, doing her job.

“Child.”

“Grandfather…?” She looked at Lami—they both had tears in their eyes. “My sister and I are home alone.”

“…I know.” The snail mimicked a pained expression as the man on the other end was also about to cry. “I already know.”

“What do we do now…?”

“I… that I don’t know.” The man sniffled sadly. “This is going to have to be the last time we talk like this.”

“There was a boy who the Marines rescued,” Baby 5 mentioned. “Is that our brother? Do you have him?”

“…no.”

Baby 5 and Lami stared at one another, not entirely sure how to process that. How come the Marines didn’t have Law if the adults all said they did? Where was he if they didn’t? Did they assume that Grandfather was with the wrong organization? Was Law safe, or…?

“When you are old enough to run,” the man said, “find a Marine base. I will come for you.”

“Grandfather, I’m scared,” Lami squeaked. “Our brother’s gone, Papa’s gone, we don’t know where you are…! Can’t you come for us?! It’s scary being home alone!”

“It will get better,” Grandfather sighed, voice sounding like a hug that was meant to feel better yet didn’t. “My darling grandchildren are strong—be strong for a little while longer, okay?”

“…okay…” both girls mumbled.

“I love you.”

The call clunked to an end and the snail fell asleep. Lami and Baby 5 stared at it before looking at themselves; they were now alone. No one was coming to save them now.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

All Baby 5 knew was that she wasn’t terribly fond of Monet and Sugar. There was something about them that was just… well… off. It was true that the Young Master had saved them, just as he had saved most of them, yet there was just something about the pair of sisters that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on-end, as though there were a lot of coincidences with their assimilation into the Family.

“You’ll look good for your date tonight,” Monet assured Señor Pink as he preened in a mirror. “Miss Russian is going to find you dashing.”

“You really think so?”

“I know so.” The teen looked over at Baby 5, who was trying to pluck some books from a case without attracting too much attention. “Don’t you agree, Baby 5?”

“I think he needs to tell her the truth,” the girl frowned.

“This could be something really big for me,” Señor Pink said. “I know I’m a member of the Family, but this woman could see me as a family man. Do you realize how important that could be?”

“You hate kids.”

“I hate kids that are in the way and sniveling,” he replied. Baby 5 rolled her eyes and took the books with her, away from where Monet was reassuring Señor Pink that all was going to go well. She went into her room and found Lami sitting up in the chair by the window, looking out longingly.

“Pink’s going out again,” she said, bringing the books over. Lami accepted the top one—a volume about historical architecture—and carefully opened it up.

“At least he won’t be around for dinner.”

“He was having Monet give him compliments on his outfit.”

“Ew.” Lami wrinkled her nose and looked at Baby 5. “Sugar came in earlier but didn’t stay long; the adults really want us to be friends because we’re the same age, but I don’t like it. I don’t think they do either.”

“Maybe we can figure out a way to steer clear of them that doesn’t involve staying in our room all the time.”

“I hope so. Avoiding them sucks—we need to get strong if we’re going to find Law-nii.”

“Yeah, but I wonder where he ended up… if he’s still out there…”

“It doesn’t matter,” Lami shrugged. “We have four more years on me; if we can get out in three, that’ll leave an entire year of traveling the North Blue. Law-nii and I did almost all of it in half a year with Cora-san. It should be easy.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Baby 5 smirked. She pulled an extra blanket from a shelf and wrapped up Lami in it. “Oh, and Diamante wants to know if you’ll be okay enough to come down for dinner.”

“Yeah, I’ll come,” Lami pouted. “If we keep skipping Family dinners, then people will start to get suspicious.”

“…but we have a good excuse, at least.” Baby 5 gently took hold of Lami’s forearm and inspected it. “Still looks like it’s fading to me.”

“It’s probably going into my bloodstream,” Lami shrugged. “That’s worse.”

“You still got more time than before, which is time we can use wisely.” Baby 5 let go of her sister’s arm and motioned with her head towards the wardrobe. “Come on; let’s get you ready for dinner.”

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Opening up the closet door, Law found Lami right where he left her, trembling between the linens. She saw him and squeaked, throwing her arms around his neck as he clung to him.

“You’ve been so good and brave,” he whispered in her ear as he lifted her out of her hiding spot, the words technically for both of them. He set her on the floor and took her hand in his, holding tight. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

“…but Mom and Dad…!”

“They told me to get you out of here,” he lied. She didn’t need to know they were already cold when he found them. He pulled her along, keeping her from looking inside their parents’ office, before sneaking them both out into the corridor. They hid behind an overturned gurney as they heard the sound of soldiers shouting around the corner. Once their voices faded, Law pulled Lami up to her feet.

“Where are we going?!” she squeaked. “Where’s Bee-nee?!”

“Bee’s waiting for us! Now come on!” He urged her forward, towards the back door where he knew the path the freedom sat. “We’re going to get out of here! We’re going to live!”

Hiding behind some rubbish bins, Law waited outside before making a break for the cart he saw on his way back to the hospital. It was full of bloody, half-stiff corpses, but they could use it as camouflage to get far enough away from the bulk of the soldiers so that they could slip into the woods easier. Was it ideal? No, but it would give his sisters and him a chance.

“Bee! There you are!” Law almost cried in relief as he saw their sister standing by the cart. Her back was turned as they ran up to her, knowing they needed to act fast. “Why aren’t you in there yet?!”

The girl turned around and he gasped—Amber Lead lesions were spread over her face and neck and her eyes dull and unfocused. Wait… this was wrong… why was this so wrong…?

“Join us, Law-nii,” she said, holding out her hand for him to take. “Cora-san is going to help us.”

“We have to get to the forest!

“…but Cora-san is the adult who helps!” Lami chirped. “He didn’t let Bee-nee come before, but now we can all go together!”

“Kids!” Law whipped his head around to see Cora-san running towards them, looking ridiculous in both his uniform and his full-routine of makeup. “Hurry!”

He tripped and shots rang out.

“Cora-san!” Law screamed. The man’s body fell to the ground and did not move, blood pooling and oozing between the white cobblestones in the street. “Cora-san!”

More shots and the boy heard soft thuds next to him. He looked, only to find his sisters’ bodies laying in crumpled heaps, both done in by single hits to the head.

“…Lami…? Bee…?” He knelt down and checked their pulses—nothing. “No… no… NO! NO! IT’S NOT FAIR! WE’RE ALL SUPPOSED TO LIVE!”

“Life doesn’t give a shit.”

Trembling, Law looked up to see one of the soldiers, covered head-to-toe in their protective bodysuit. A gun was in their hand, still smoking from the last round. The soldier pulled off the gas mask to reveal Doflamingo; his sunglasses glinted brilliantly, the bright and gaudy pink so stark against the paleness of their owner and Flevance itself.

“Fufufu… this is for thinking you could actually get away,” he chuckled. The man raised his arm, aimed the gun, and pulled back the hammer to cock it.

BANG

Law sat up straight and shuddered as he woke up in the middle of the night. He looked around at his roommates to see if he had shouted and woken any of them up—nothing so far. Quietly, he slipped out of bed and padded out the room and down the hall, heading towards the kitchen.

“So, you can’t sleep either?” Law nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of Penguin’s voice, the older teen sitting at the kitchen table in their small house. He had a half-drunk glass of milk in front of him—huh, a good idea. Law got one himself and sat down as well. “Am I right?”

“Kinda.” Law didn’t want to pry—he knew that Penguin also got nightmares, but they weren’t really the same. For all the horrors he had seen in Flevance, the other lad had lived different ones and for much longer. What did he really want to reveal about his fucked-up dream? From everything he was reading in medical texts and journals, the signs weren’t good. “I was just… reminded of… some people… who I want to find… who I want to join the crew.”

“Join the crew…? Must be special.”

“Yeah, they are.” Law took a sip of the milk and took comfort in the chilled, smooth drink. “If things were different, they would have been the first members of the Heart Pirates.”

“That’s a statement,” Penguin said, making Law cringe slightly. Ah, shit. “They must be pretty important to you if that’s the case—you don’t just want anyone on your crew. Where are they?”

“Spider Miles.”

“Well, then I guess the first thing we do after we finish our training and raise the funds is head over to Spider Miles.” Penguin shrugged and drank some milk. “There’s no helping when the Captain has something in his head.”

“I’m not the captain yet,” Law scowled.

“You’re our wee baby captain—shut the fuck up.”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t. It’s a fact you’re the smallest of us, even Bepo, so you gotta learn to live with it.”

“I can make it so not even you can find all of you.”

“Nah; that’s a hard pass.” He slammed back his remaining milk like a farmer would his ale. “Who the fuck would keep everyone in line if I wasn’t here? Scrub the toilet you all refuse to touch? Braid Shachi’s hair before bed? Make you super-fucking-thin raisin pancakes of all things?”

“Alright, alright; you win, asshole,” Law conceded. He finished off his glass as well and they both rinsed the dishes with some water before leaving them in the sink. “Hey, uh… can you… not tell the others about this?”

“I make no guarantees,” Penguin shrugged. The younger teen glared at him, which made him just want to give him a hug. “You know that we all know you get nightmares, right?”

“I never said it was a nightmare.”

“…but you came out here for a glass of milk in the middle of the night, which you usually only do after a particularly bad dream.”

“Yeah, but…” Law went quiet and looked away. “Doesn’t mean they need to know every time I get nightmares.”

“Nah, you’re good.” Penguin ruffled the younger teen’s hair—fuck, he was almost too tall for that now considering Law’d been almost in a constant growth spurt since they met. He was shrugged off with a halfhearted shove and he knew all was well… at least, enough for them to trudge back to the shared bedroom.

It felt childish, but Law just wanted his sisters and didn’t want to fully admit it. He watched as Penguin climbed up into his bunk before looking at his own empty one—how often had he gone to sleep alone only to wake up with both of them clung to either side? Back then he’d always yell at them, but now… fuck… what he wouldn’t give to have them both and know they were safe…

…and instead, Law nestled himself in Bepo’s bunk, the Mink squeaking in his sleep as he suddenly was being used as a living body pillow. Even though Law knew that he was with friends—friends he might be able to keep—the loneliness he felt was a crushing, oppressive force, more than he could bear. Ha… bear… fuck. He pressed his face against Bepo’s back to hide his tears and did his best to fall into what would be light, fitful sleep.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Time passed.

Law and his friends worked and trained hard as they lived on Swallow Island, earning their keep and strengthening their abilities. With every time the teen could stand to keep his Room open for a minute longer or a square meter larger, he knew he was that much closer to his initial goal.

In Spider Miles, Lami kept busy, poring through books and soaking in all the knowledge she could. Science, navigation, medicine, history, language—she read through everything afforded to her and then some. With her strength coming and going at odd intervals, she knew that she needed to what she could, while she could still do things…

…and Baby 5…? She continued to take care of her sister, cooking and cleaning and making sure enough chores were done so that Doflamingo left them alone. It was hard work, often keeping her busy the entire day, but it was worth it for what little beri she could scrape together… for what she was able to do for her sister as she laid in bed on her bad days and wandered around the empty compound when things were good.

The rest of the Donquixote Family, on the other hand, had plans… the more ambitious of such were nearly ready to be put into action. They plotted, they schemed, and one day they began packing the contents of their base, putting as much as they could inside the Numancia Flamingo, for the Young Master… well… he was going home.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Three years later, in a place now all too familiar…

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Invading Dressrosa was… too easy.

It was completely engineered by the Young Master, of course, which meant that he used the king and his soldiers as living puppets, which furthered his plans easier than it would have gone otherwise. Lami had been having one of her bad sick days—they were increasing in frequency and severity again—and it caused both her and Baby 5 to stay on the Numancia Flamingo while the rest of the Family pretended to settle the country’s affairs.

“This feels so wrong,” Lami said, staring out the porthole of the cabin. She could see fires illuminating the night sky as the coup was being staged. “You know… I don’t think Law-nii and I ever really wanted to cause chaos… not if it feels like this.”

“Don’t worry,” Baby 5 assured. “One day, when the time is right, we’ll go back to the North Blue and find Law-nii.” She put a bowl of steaming water on the table and sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing hold of Lami’s arm. The younger girl allowed her touch and soon her lesions were being gone over with a wet, hot cloth. “Maybe we’ll be lucky and he’ll find us here. He might rescue us.”

“Maybe you… but not me.”

“…and why would he rescue one of us and not the other?”

“…because this is still late-stage poisoning,” Lami frowned. “It’s like when Cora-san stole Law-nii and me… except now… now his last-ditch effort to save us is who-knows-where, well on the other side of the Calm Belt.” She exhaled heavily and tried not to cry. “I don’t know…”

“We’ll figure it out,” Baby 5 assured gently. “I’m clever and you’re smart—we can survive.”

“You accidentally ate your Devil Fruit.”

“It was planted, alright?” she pouted. The sisters could only look at one another for only a few seconds before bursting into giggles. Baby 5 moistened the cloth again and continued going over Lami’s lesions. “As long as we’re still here, he’s coming for us both. Don’t forget that.”

“You sound old.”

“I am older.”

“Not ancient.” Lami snickered as Baby 5 flicked a bit of water in her face. “Do you think they’ll send for us or…?”

“It’s Doflamingo—of course he will.” An idea then popped into her brain, causing her to perk up. “Say, you want to get some of his ice cream? The kind just for him?”

Lami’s face brightened at the suggestion, knowing it might be their last true act of rebellion for a while.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

It was a while before Dressrosa was deemed stable enough to bring Lami ashore. Baby 5 carried her piggyback all the way to the palace, all the while the girls staring at their new environment with wide, curious eyes. It was so different from Spider Miles, from Kuen Village, from the White City, from the North Blue in general, and they wanted to take it all in the best they could. They eventually stepped across the palace threshold, where Monet was waiting for them.

“The Young Master tasked me with finding the perfect quarters for you,” the young woman mentioned. “There are rooms that are right next to one another, and even a pair that possess an adjoining suite.”

“Lami-chan and I share,” Baby 5 insisted. Monet shook her head.

“Young Master had his orders,” she claimed. “Here; follow me.” She led them up the stairs and down a corridor where there was plenty of expensive-looking things that had been placed on the floor and against the walls haphazardly. “Pick your rooms from these; let us know your decisions when you make them.”

Baby 5 moved to enter one of the rooms, thankful when it seemed like Monet was not following them. She put Lami down on the plush couch that sat off-center in the large room and looked around.

“This’ll be nice,” she nodded. “There’s shelves for all your books, and lots of air and light.”

“There’s already stuff there though,” Lami frowned. She stood and slowly hobbled her way over towards the nearest bookshelf. “Histories, politics, books about Dressrosa’s neighbors and allies…”

“Perfect for the kid who can’t get her hands on enough books,” Baby 5 chuckled. If it could keep her from having to find time to smuggle her sister more books, then the shelves’ contents were more than welcome. She plucked a book from the shelf that was eye-level and looked at the cover—love poems. Ha. “I wonder whose collection this was…”

Just then, a stranger ran in through the open door and flung herself onto the large bed. She was tall and pretty, though sobbing so hysterically that she did not see the sisters standing there.

“…are you okay…?” Lami wondered. The woman flinched at her words as though they physically stung her.

“Who are you?!” she snapped, fear tempering her voice.

“I’m Lami, and this is my older sister, Bee,” the girl said. “We were told to pick out rooms. Is this supposed to be your room?”

“…no, but it belonged to my tia avia at one point,” the woman replied. She wiped the tears from her eyes and the girls could see that she wasn’t that much older than them—her late teens, most likely. “I just got kicked out of my room by that… that… drippy man…”

“Trebol? Yeah, he’s pretty gross.” Lami walked over to the bed with help from Baby 5 and they joined the newcomer. “What’s your name?”

“Viola… but… I just joined the Family… so I guess my name is Violet now…”

“Why did you do that?” Baby 5 asked. “You’re able to run away, aren’t you?” Viola shook her head.

“My father is the king who was in charge only two days ago,” she explained. “If I didn’t agree to work for Doflamingo, he would have been executed in the Coliseum already.” She then looked at the pair and frowned. “Why are you here?”

“We were found, like anyone, and Doflamingo gave us a place to stay,” Baby 5 said. “We were separated from our big brother a while ago and we’re just buying time until we can go back for him… or he finds us…”

“You two are so lucky to at least have each other.” Viola sniffled and pulled a handkerchief from her pocket to dab at her eyes. “My sister died in the take-over and her daughter—my dear neboda—is missing.”

“Don’t you have a brother?” Lami asked, tilting her head to the side. “I remember the Officers saying how there was a guy that they needed to watch out for who wasn’t the King…”

“Must have been one of the guards,” Viola replied, shaking her head. “I wish I knew the man who had won my sister’s heart—if that was the case, then maybe he could be someone on the other side who could help… like your brother…”

Yeah. If only they had their brothers… then things might really be different.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Lami was getting worse with each passing day they spent in Dressrosa. The warm, dry air should have been good for her—it really should have—yet she seemed to be deteriorating faster than she was on Spider Miles. It was so bad that Baby 5 barely left her side, knowing only that her sister was dying and she wanted to be there for her. In fact, Baby 5 knew her sister needed her—ha, it felt like it wasn’t that long ago that she would bend over backwards if she thought someone new needed her. Now? Now no one could rip her from her sister’s side without breaking her arms and legs first.

“I thought she had five more years,” Doflamingo frowned. He was standing by Lami’s bed in the palace sickroom, where both girls were sleeping peacefully, Lami snug under the blankets while Baby 5 was passed out next to her atop the bedding. The Elite Officers were there as well, all three some level of curious about their boss’s continued interest in the dying child.

“A brat’s still a brat,” Trebol sniffed. “He could have given a misdiagnosis.”

“This won’t do.” Doflamingo leaned over the bed and traced his finger over Lami’s forehead, down her cheek, then jaw, flicking up off the underside of her chin. “You’re an important part of the Family, Lami, and I take care of my Family.”

“With all due respect, Young Master,” Diamante frowned, “she’s yet to go on a mission… hasn’t proven herself…”

“She will once she’s better. Those who have been with us as long as she are going to be the core of our empires.”

“…but she left,” Pica mentioned.

“He’s right,” Diamante added. “She ran away once before—who is to say that she wouldn’t again?”

“Where would she go? Even if both of them work together, they’re still children in the New World—neither of them are going to escape. I’ll make sure of it.”

“How do you propose that, Young Master?” Trebol wondered. Doflamingo simply smiled.

“I’m going to make sure that she doesn’t remember she was even sick at all.”

#Baby 5 #Trafalgar Lami #Trafalgar Law #Donquixote Doflamingo #Donquixote Pirates #Penguin (One Piece)#One Piece #fan fiction #this is a bit of a longer chapter for this story so apologies #I actually moved some stuff back bc of it now hopefully I don't suffer later because of it #Trafalgar D. Water Law #Trafalgar D. Water Lami

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I have nothing to do in my life so here’s a list of my fav moments in One Piece

This is basically a list of the parts of One Piece that I read about a hundred times.

BATTLES:

Luffy, Zoro & Nami VS Bagy and his crew

The battle against Kuro & his pirates

Luffy VS Creek (I just love how little Luffy is afraid of dying and all)

Luffy VS Arlong (When he destroyed the room Nami worked in? I was in love)

Luffy, Usop & Karl VS Mr.3, Mr.5, Miss Valentine & Miss Goldenweek

Zoro VS Wapol’s pirates (all because he was cold. Iconic)

Luffy VS Wapol

Luffy VS Crocodile (The final fight under Alabasta)

Vivi when she tried with the strawhats to stop the civil war

Luffy VS Bellamy

The battle against God’s Priests

Every battle with Enel/Ener (I loved when Luffy stopped his enormous raigo and then won smashing him against the golden bell)

When Zoro, Usop, Wiper & the big snake (Nola?) made the Giant Jack fall

Zoro & Sanji working as a team during the Davy Back Fight

Luffy VS Foxy (when Luffy keep getting up because he didn’t want to lose and fucking screamed “I won’t give you any of my friends even if I die”. I was screaming)

That part in Water 7 when CP9 tried to kill Iceburg and it ended with Chopper carrying him out of the burning house

Sanji VS Wanze was epic okay? okay.

Franky VS Nero

The battles in Enies Lobby are incredible (In particular Luffy vs Blueno, Nami vs Kalifa, Sanji vs Jabura, Zoro vs Kaku & Luffy vs Lucci)

Robin almost killing Spandam. I fucking hate him, I loved her

Usop VS Perona

Sanji (& Nami) vs Absalom

The whole Strawhat crew against ODR

Luffy vs Hancock’s sisters (conqueror haki>>>)

Luffy vs the wolves in the fifth level of Impel Down

Everything in Marineford (especially Luffy VS Mihawk and every thing that happened after Ace’s death)

Ace & Sabo saving Luffy before they became brothers

Luffy, Zoro & Sanji VS Pacifista

The setbacks to help the strawhats leave Sabaody

The Strawhats & Jinbe vs Hody and his crew (every part of it. Every single battle. I love it)

Law & Smoker vs Vergo

Zoro & Tashigi vs Monet (Zoro cutting Monet without haki and she couldn’t reform her body? L O V E)

Luffy vs Caesar Clown

Usop & Nami vs Baby 5, Buffalo & Caesar Clown

Everything in Dressrosa after Sugar’s faint (in particolar Zoro vs Pica, Usop unlocking haki and Luffy & Law vs Doflamingo)

Luffy vs Katakuri

Luffy vs Kaido (okay Luffy lose but damn)

Zoro vs Kamazo/Killer

Everything in Udon

Queen vs Big Mom

I should read everything after Dressrosa again, there are probably other beautiful battles that I forgot

OTHER MOMENTS

Luffy punching Kobi so he could be a marine

The whole story with Kobi & Hermeppo

Nami asking Luffy for help

Everything in Rogue Town

The story of Dori and Brogi

Luffy carrying Nami, then Sanji, then helped the little creature to take out of the snow his father/mother and then climbed that strange mountain in Drum Island

Kureka blocking Sanji from fighting & Kureka destroying a fucking wall to say Nami & Sanji to come back in the infirmary (& Sanji screams when she cured him)

Half of strawhat crew captured by Crocodile with Smoker & Zoro saving Smoker from drowning because Luffy asked him to

Pell saving Alabasta from the bomb

Everything that happened in the royal baths in Alabasta

Noland & Calgara backstory

Nami & Usop against Enel are so funny

Foxy makes me laugh a lot when he dejects himself (don’t know if this is english but ok)

Luffy & Usop finding out that was Lucci that spoke the whole time and not his pigeon and admiring him

Luffy & Zoro making the train pass through the giant wave & Zoro cutting a carriage in half

Sogeking doing strange signs when he was hiding with Robin

Robin’s backstory & “I want to live!”

Sogeking when he handcuffed himself and Zoro together and then became one of the three swords

The goodbye to Going Merry (I’m still crying)

Luffy meeting Garp, Kobi & Helmeppo

Franky building a bridge in like a minute

The creation of Nightmare Luffy

When Luffy punched that celestial dragon SO BADASS

Luffy, Law & Kid working together (I’m waiting for the new wano chapters for them)

Luffy protecting Boa sisters secret even during a battle & him kneeling before Hancock to save the girls that saved him

Everything in level 5.5 in Impel Down (Luffy half dead asking Ivankov to help Mr.2 was gold)

Luffy saving king Neptune from Hody when Shiraoshi asked him to

Law swapping bodies in Punk Hazard

“Are you gonna betray me?” “no”

“Where’s Caesar Clown?” “There” “I told you to capture him!” “Why? That guy? I hate him”. Basically

When the marines said that they should insult the pirates because they are liking them

Luffy meeting Sabo & Sabo eating Ace’s devil fruit

Usop scaring Sugar so much she fainted

Everyone trying to stop the bird cage

When Fujitora apologizes for what Doflamingo have done to Dressrosa with the permit of the government (and remembering what Smoker told him about Alabasta)

Zoro & Law saying that the little dragon that took them to Zou was stupid while everyone else was crying

Luffy & Sanji arguing in Whole Cake Island

Sanji & Nami freeing the Vinsmoke family (& them helping the strawhats to escape)

Katakuri stabbing himself when he found out that his sister helped him and interfered in their fight

The faces of Zoro, Robin, Usop & Franky when they found out Luffy was in prison

Luffy & Kid in prison

Chopper saving Big Mom

Okay that’s more stuff I have ever written, let’s stop here.

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jmcolt · 3 years ago

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1-5 for bacey, 15-20 for lily

@chuckhansen bc you asked for 1 - 12; @kourumi bc you asked for 2, 10, and 17!

+ the rest of them bc i just want to 😑 lily is my favorite oc baby.

1. how did they feel about raising children? did these feelings change once they became parents?

Jacey was pretty set in her decision to not have any and Bobby was okay with that (even if he did kind of want children with her), but well, she obviously changed her mind and along came Lily. They’re both a little terrified and there’s definitely a few moments during her pregnancy where they question if they’re actually ready for it because who wouldn’t, y’know? However, they relax the second they lay eyes on their baby.

2. what’s their parenting approach? do they raise their children differently than how they were raised?

Very hands on! They make sure to spend as much time with her as they can (which, with Bobby staying at home, is most of it) and give her all the love and affection she needs. Coming from equally dysfunctional homes, it’s definitely different from how they were both raised and it’s their goal to make sure she doesn’t ever have to go through what they did. There’s never a moment where she feels unappreciated or discouraged from doing what she wants to do because they’re just so supportive of everything she tries. They’re front row at all of her piano recitals and always there to brag about her at school art shows!

3. what is their favorite thing(s) about their children? what do they love about their children the most?

If you asked them, they’d say literally everything. She’s their whole damn world!

4. who gets the most emotional seeing their children grow older?

Bobby has the hardest time letting go when Lily leaves for college and it gets even worse when it fully sinks in that she doesn’t really need them anymore. He does NOT cope with that very well.

5. who do they think their children takes after the most? which traits do the children share with their parents? (appearance or personality wise)

She takes after Bobby personality wise (and she’s his mini me in every way, much to Jacey’s chagrin), but when it comes to appearance, she’s a perfect blend of their features. Bobby’s blonde hair, Jacey’s curls and nose... the only thing she didn’t get from either of them was their brown eyes. She inherited green eyes from Jacey’s dad’s side of the family instead (again to her chagrin 😊)

6. how do they celebrate their baby’s first birthday? are they the type of parents to go over the top for birthdays/holidays?

Are you kidding? You know they 100% went overboard on her first birthday. She was born on Halloween, so it gave them the perfect excuse to throw a costume party in honor of their little girl and it became tradition to do the same thing every year after that— even if the other parents in town give them dirty looks for getting their kids hopped up on so much sugar 😒

As for other holidays, Jacey tried to have a lowkey first Christmas with Lily to make it more about family (she hated how superficial her own parents were about celebrating 🙄), but Bobby didn’t understand the assignment and bought too many gifts for their still pretty new baby. She got over it when Lily smiled for the first time while she was on her lap.

7. how do they soothe their crying baby when they’re out in public? who’s the best at rocking the baby to sleep?

They’ll pass her back and forth when she’s fussy, but she usually calms down faster in Bobby’s arms. Same goes for when it’s time to get her to sleep.

8. how do they care for their children when they get sick? who checks on them in the middle of the night?

They’ll do everything they can to make sure she feels completely comfortable while she recovers whether it be reading to her or letting her watch her favorite movies. Lots of soup and cuddles, too! Jacey has to be the one to give medicine, though— Lily starts tearing up and Bobby buckles like it’s okay, you don’t have to take your cough syrup right now. And when it comes to checking on her, they both take turns throughout the night... mostly because they can barely sleep when they know their baby isn’t feeling well.

9. who is the most protective of their children? what makes them both shift into overprotective mode?

They’re both mama and papa bear! Nothing is happening to their daughter on their watch, but thankfully, they never really have to worry.

10. who spoils their children the most? who finds it difficult telling their children ‘no’?

They both spoil her, but Bobby more so than Jacey. Whenever Lily points at something she wants, he does not hesitate to buy it and she has way too many stuffed animals as a result. That said, Jacey also has a hard time telling her no because she doesn’t want there to be any resentment between her and her daughter.

11. what was their baby’s first word(s)? if the baby’s first word was something used to address their parent(s), who claimed bragging rights?

Oh, Jacey got bragging rights. Bobby had been trying to get her to say ‘dada’ all day, but the minute she walked in the door, Lily very excitedly squealed out ‘mama’ instead and made grabby hands towards her. He was pouty for the rest of the night.

12. do their kids ever find them embarrassing?

Only when they’re being gross and romantic. Typical kid stuff 🙄

13. what is their name(s)? is there any significance to it? any nicknames they go by? or cute pet names their parents give them?

Her full name is Lily Renee! Jacey adores Monet’s Water Lilies, so when it came to picking out names, Lily was her first and pretty much only choice. Bobby tried to campaign to give her Roberta as a middle name, but he got shot down and they settled on Renee just because it sounded nice. Both of them call her baby, princess, and Lily Bear!

14. how were they like as small children? did their personality change drastically as they grew older?

Completely full of herself. I did say she was Bobby’s mini me! Baby girl recognized her reflection in a mirror and never looked back. She mellows out a little as she grows older, but she’s still fairly prideful and as stubborn as her mother is.

15. what do they usually eat at restaurants? are they a picky eater?

She was so picky growing up that Bobby started ordering things he knew she’d eat so they could trade plates when she decided she didn’t want what she asked for... which is something he was already doing with Jacey, so he’d had the practice. Pretty much the only thing she liked eating as a toddler was avocado! Sweet potato was a no and always got thrown in somebody’s face— usually Douglas whenever he was babysitting. She branched out a little more the older she got, but not by much and she still loves avocado.

16. have they ever scared their parents?

Just over the little things like her first fever and her first cut.

17. what was their favorite childhood toys/games growing up?

Not a toy, but she loved playing with her parents’ cameras! She would always make Bobby and Jacey stop what they were doing so she could take a picture of them. Eventually they got her a camera as a birthday present after she begged and begged for months to have her own instead of using theirs. She was also very attached to her copious amounts of stuffed animals— especially her ‘moomoo’.

18. which parent do they call out to whenever they have a bad dream?

Usually both of them, but she did catch them off guard once by asking for Douglas instead after he’d been over babysitting earlier that night. He's her big brother 🥺

19. what is their favorite thing to do with their parents? any favorite games or mutual hobbies?

Again, she loved playing with their cameras, so photography is a mutual hobby between all three of them. She also spends most of her time with Bobby and anything he does, she mimics. She used to sit by him while he was working and pretend she was working, too— would even give him little scraps of paper with crayon scribbles to ‘read’. With Jacey, she always enjoyed time in her art room. Sometimes she'd make her own paintings alongside her!

20. did they grow up to be different than what their parents had expected?

Nope! She stayed fairly consistent over the years. The only thing they got wrong is thinking she’d want to go into photography— she actually ends up going to school for graphic design.

#x: clown emoji #YALL IM NOT KIDDING my laptop refused to let me answer this #it was shielding you. be grateful #anyway lily is the baby demanding a lawyer in spanish when she means avocado #and i love her for that #this baby has more lore than some of my actual ocs 🙄🙄🙄

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