#my worst nightmare my whole life was having to marry someone like my dad

[butchnavi]

why am I crying over the gross heterosexism in my family on a random saturday out of the blue

[im-not-a-l0ser]

❓I had to learn how to get up the emoji menu for this ask....

This one was the first to come to mind, but if someone else sends one in, I also have a second one, because I was stuck between the two for a minute.

Anyway, if you read r/trueoffmychest, you might've been confused by Max and Richie's living situation, and this is the story that was for that.

TW for abuse stuff, domestic and sexual.

Max left his bedroom to get some water. Another nightmare staring his mom and some weird fuckin things that he couldn’t name the origins of. 

It helped to get something to drink. Get out of his room. Get out of his head. 

When he got downstairs, the living room light was already on. That was weird. Even when his dad stayed up to these hours, it was just the TV that’d stay on. 

He detoured a bit to turn the light off. That was until he saw a figure. 

“Intruder!” Max yelled, lurching for an attack, but the ‘intruder’ showed his face. “Mark Chasity? What are you doing here?” 

“I am certainly not robbing you, I promise,” He said. His voice was shaky. “And you won’t have to worry about seeing me ever again, so-” He stopped speaking, his voice cracking. “M-My apologies.”

“Whoa, dude,” Max said, guiding him to the couch he was already standing near. “Are you good?”

“No,” He said. “But that, that’s none of your concern.”

“Uh, there’s a crying middle-age man in my house. I think it is my concern. What are you doing here anyway?”

“I…” Mark looked down at his knees. “I don’t think you want to know much about your father’s personal life.” Max huffed a small, sad laugh.

“Are you kidding?” He said, “Not that I would prefer he overshared, but it’d be nice to know some shit! I don’t even know where he works.” He looked down too. “It’s like living with a stranger.” He said that last part quietly. 

“Sadly, that doesn’t surprise me,” Mark remarked. “I… doubt you know anything about his love life either then.” Max shrugged. 

“Just that he’ll kick me out during the day if he’s having a woman over.” Mark paled. “Why? He sleep with your wife or something?”

“Or something, I suppose,” Mark muttered. “You see, uh. Your father and I have been… meeting up for quite some time. To uh. Treat me like one of those women, I suppose.” He sounded so ashamed, probably glad he couldn’t see the look on Max’s face.

Not that it was shameful or disgusted, no. It was anger. 

“Excuse me?” Max exclaimed before putting his voice back down. “That asshold has called me a fucking fag and a queer, meanwhile he’s out sucking salami?”

“Oh, your father would never do that,” Mark gritted. “No, your father, um. I’m not sure how to phrase this to you. He’s not a very giving person,” He said, cringing. “In that way. Serviceable.” Max scoffed.

“Downright disrespectful,” He said, crossing his arms. “It’s a two way street, dude!” 

“You… are reacting quite oddly to hearing about your father having gay… relations with a married man.” Max shrugged and sighed. 

“It’s like I said. Basically a stranger.” 

“I see,” Mark said. “I will still refrain from being crass,” He declared. Max bit back his snicker into just a huff of laughter from his nose. “He and I have been doing this for months now. And it took me far too long that he is an awful man, and I… I may deserve better. Which is saying something considering I’m betraying my faith for all of this.”

“Augh, fuck that shit anyway,” Max said. “Dude, giving up faith to be happy is the best thing you can do for yourself.”

“I suppose,” Mark muttered, not quite agreeing. “Either way, tonight he said some rather rude things, about me and my family, and women as a whole, which as a father of four daughters, I find quite appalling!” He told passionately. He froze. “And then he hurt me. Well, not exactly then. Throughout the night, he was just disrespecting my body and my wishes, but. This is the worst it’s been.”

“Yeah,” Max said. He huffed another laugh, from his mouth this time. He lifted his t-shirt, showing the dark bruising on his ribs. “Got yourself one of these, huh?” He asked, as if it was funny. As if it were so normal that it was just something that everyone would go through, that everyone went through, that everyone knew the feeling of. 

Mark stared with wide eyes. 

“Max, did your… did your father do that to you?” He asked. Max put his shirt down.

“Uh. Yeah.”

“Why?” Max shrugged.

“Y’know, I don’t remember for this one. Probably was walking around the house with my shoes on again,” He laughed. He stopped when he saw Mark’s pained expression. 

“Max, you. You need to leave this house. Your father is dangerous,” He said. “You deserve better than this.” Max laughed again, weak and disbelieving. 

“Nah, man,” He said. “I’m a fuckin asshole. I don’t deserve shit. I mean this—” He motioned to his torso, where the bruise was “—sure, I deserve that, but. Not much else. I’m right were I deserve.”

“Max,” Mark said, clutching Max’s arms gently, in case he’d been hurt there too. “If you think I deserve better, a man who for all you know is cheating on his wife and having sex with another man, then you definitely deserve better.” He removed his hands from Max’s arms. “And I’m willing to bet the only reason you’re so awful is because of your father. He’s… He’s the worst man I’ve ever met. And I’ve met many, many bad men.” Max swallowed. 

“I,” His voice cracked. “I gotta graduate first, dude,” He said. “Dad’d never let me leave without graduating.”

“Alright then,” Mark said. Max let out a sigh of relief, thinking he’d given up on this whole thing. “After you graduate. You leave.” 

“I have nowhere to go—”

“You do now, yes,” He said. “I have this little house on the other side of town. It’s just a simple two bedroom, one bath— it’s nothing special. But I own it, so there’s no rent or mortgage. It’s just utilities, and I can pay for that for the first couple months while you get on your feet.”

“I can’t possibly—”

“All of my kids did the same,” Mark said. “They moved there to gain their independence, get through college. Then they’d find their own place… somewhere else. I-I’m sure Gracey will be staying home for a few years. You can stay there. Max, I insist that you stay there. Please.”

“Mark,” Max said. “I’m not your kid.”

“Well,” Mark said. “You certainly deserve a better father than the one you have.” He swallowed. “I’ll get you a copy of the key. You can visit, see if you like the place, I suppose. You can go there to get away from here if you’d like. I’ll have Gracey deliver it to you. And if you decide you’re sure you don’t want to live there after you graduate, then fine. I’ll… I’ll stand down.”

Max stared at Mark for a moment, taking in how genuine and worried he looked. 

“Okay,” He croaked.

There was a pause.

“Augh, wait, you and my dad have been boning?! Gross, I used to like your daughter!” 

“Yes, imagine my surprise when I learned that as well,” Mark said with a shaky laugh. “I’ve really got to go though. And you should too. I’m sure you’ve got something going on tomorrow.” He did. Mark stood up. “Sleep well, Max,” He said before quietly leaving out the front door. Max locked it behind him. 

He watched from the window Mark pulling out of their driveway and driving away until his car was out of sight. He swallowed and headed back to his bedroom. 

[countessofravenclaw]

Prompt 11 for León and Simón?

Cousins are shit-talking their family members during a family event

Wohoooo! Someone who is a fan of my Simon x Leon cousin hcs!

"Hey, Simon!" Simon turned around when he heard his name called. His cousin Leon Vargas was standing next to where they were sitting, "These seats taken?"

It was beautiful midday at Cancun beach, a perfect day for a wedding. Well, that was the reason they were there. Simon's brother Julio was getting married, a day that Simon thought he would never get to see, but here they still were.

"No, all yours," Simon gestured to the seats next to him, "Where is Violetta."

"Wardrobe malfunction," Leon shook his head, "She'll be here soon. It gotta say, I am surprised to see you. I thought you'd be a groomsman."

"I was asked, don't worry. We haven't fallen out or anything," Simon chuckled, "But, I can't saddle Ambar with Ivory the whole day." Simon bounced his knee where the one-year-old Ivory was happily sitting on.

"So this is Ivory," Leon held his hand out to her, "Hello miss. Might I say, you look lovely in pink."

"Takes after her mother," Simon smiled toward Ambar who was sitting on his right and fanning herself with a fan. A month before the wedding they had found out that Ambar was in fact four weeks along on her second pregnancy. She had had couple cases of severe morning sickness. Simon had told her that she didn't need to come to the wedding but she had insisted. They had a room in the same hotel as the reception was being held so she could up and rest of necessary and Simon would be taking care of Ivory.

"Another summer, another Alvarez wedding," Leon sighed, "It feels like yesterday when you got married."

"Trust me, sometimes it does. Sometimes It feels like I had had my girls all my life."

"Simon is convinced that this one will also be a girl," Ambar said gesturing to her stomach.

"By the way, congratulations.! Leon exclaimed. The news had been shared with Simon's close family two weeks before the wedding so accidental reveals would not happen, even if Ambar was not yet showing.

"I'm here, I am not late am I?" Violetta Castillo suddenly ran up to them and sat next to Leon.

"Just in time."

"Good. I had to go with the backup shoes." Violetta shook her head and them nodded her head toward Simon and Ambar. "Oh hi Simon, Ambar. And this must be Ivory.

"We are gonna need make sure she doesn't steal the show," Simon laughed, "Otherwise the bride will hate us." Ivory way to small to have been part of the wedding party. Valeria was going to be the flower girl and her little brother Garen was the ring bearer. Julio's bride, Lina, didn't have any children in her family.

"Just don't let Aunt Mariella close to her." Leon remarked.

"Don't worry, I won't."

"She is the worst."

"I know. We didn't invite her to our wedding. I though I'd never need to see her again."

"Who are you talking about?" Violetta questioned.

"She is a cousin of our mother's," Leon explained, "A full nightmare."

"She's Julio's godmother." Simon continued, "She basically believes that is you are not a lawyer or a doctor, you are basically unemployed. This is especially the case with the entertainment industry. We better not let it slip what we're all doing."

"She hates pop musicians," Leon rolled his eyes.

"If I need to talk to her today, I will just keep repeating that Ambar's a lawyer and that my friend is a high-ranking engineer at the Castillo corporations and their daughter is our god-daughter. Maybe that should make her forget to ask what is my job." Simon explained.

"Good idea," Leon laughed, "I have Castillo's daughter here, so Vilu can serve as the distraction."

"Leon! I don't know anything about engineering, that won't work." Violetta gave Leon the murder glare. "You know I shudder to think of the day the whole company is mine, you know, once Dad dies."

You are welcome! Girl Dad Simon and Leonetta and Simbar interactions in one story.

[recovering-from-depressi0n]

Hello diary, it's been a really long time. Things are terrible. Nothing but Bleakness. Definitely the worst year of my life. There was only a good thing, but it lasted like a blink of an eye. I had a job, my first job ever. A whole month of training, but at the end I didn't pass the exam for the training so I didn't really get the job. The first day of training was probably the worst day of my life. My brother jumped out the window. I saw him, falling from the living room. I still cannot shake the feeling, nothing has felt real since then. He's alive though. It's beena nightmare, I have to tiptoe about everything not to trigger him. It's tiring living like this. This was in June. But back in March I was 2 weeks at the mental institution, getting out was so difficult, it was so aggressive, all the noise, traffic, people, pollution. Problems.

Two months ago my dad threw a party for his gf, and they both stayed at my room. I just cannot believe the disrespect. Someone entered and literally burned my makeup. And left some party balloon too. Dad says it was an accident but I wasn't born yesterday. That was in purpose, obviously that woman.

My best friend got married and I didn't go to her wedding, last year we had an awkward moment, and my sister madame swear not to go to her wedding and I truly regret it. Now I really don't know how to approach her about it.

We're having serious economic problems. Debts and debts and debts, and I keep buying shit I don't need. I have gained lots of weight. I sleep all day. Can't find a new job. Can't and won't do shit. My wills completely gone. I don't like myself. Thought I was different but I haven't changed. Haven't seen my doctor for two months and I really am in need. I contacted her and I'm waiting for a new appointment. I absolutely need my meds adjusted. I need to reconsider my life. I need a plan. I need to change. I want to go back for good to the lakehouse. Hopefully today will be the day.

[aajjks]

Passion;

synopsis. you were yoongi’s everything, his biggest blessing and he’d do anything to keep you.

pairing: yan!soft husband!yoongi x fem!reader.

warning: GORE. YANDERE, DARK, MURDER, DESCRIPTIVE GORE, BLOOD, KNIFE, CRYING, INSECURE READER, STOCKHOLM SYNDROME.

REPOSTED PLS SHOW LOVE AND SUPPORT!

VIEWER DISCRETION IS HEAVILY ADVISED.

note. HAPPY YOONGI DAY!!!! WOOHOOO ITS YOONGI DAY AKA THE MOST BLESSED DAY IN THE WHOLE YEAR. Okay so fun fact, TODAY IS MY DADS BIRTHDAY TOO JAJAIAUH SO DOUBLE BLESSED DAY! I just wanted to write something for our birthday boy! if it’s not so good then I’m sorry! ENJOY! I wrote this in 15 minutes eeek.

masterlist.

your husband was a very hard working man, he was simply made of passion. He was the most passionate person you knew. and you admired him for that.

He did everything so passionately. his way of loving and cherishing you was dreamy. like how you’d always dream of marrying someone who’d treat you like a queen, loving you so unconditionally that it all felt like a dream.

it really did. sometimes like a dream and sometimes... like a nightmare.

Your relationship with your husband was bow at a bumpy road. only because of your insecurities. but every couple in the world went through the same issues that you were going through these days. right..?

sighing loudly you stirred the cake mixture one last time, trying to distract yourself.

not today Y/N...not today.

yoongi was a blessing in your life. while, you were a curse to him. you got everything but what did yoongi get? a good for nothing pathetic wife?

actually... that woman was right.

putting the cake batter in the oven, you came back to the living room, your mind was still on things... were you not enough?

maybe. leaning your head back against the couch, tears were starting to build up in your tired eyes. “G-God. I’m really the worst.” barely managing to choke that out, a broken sob left you.

those words were getting to you. that woman was right... you didn’t deserve min yoongi. You didn’t deserved to be called his wife. she was right. He just pitted you.

She was right. He wasn’t in love with you.

the waves of sharp pain in your head wasn’t allowing you to think clearly. being too emotionally fragile, you let things easily get to you.

You were pathetic. really, yoongi was so unlucky to have you, who’s wife cries on the day of their husbands birthday?

and you were too distracted to notice that your husband was finally home.

home to you.

oh, just how much was he raging.

yoongi was absolutely boiling with anger. The room was dark, Blood painted the walls in messy strokes, the feathered splatter of arterial spray.

It dripped down the walls, pooling darkly into the carpet. As he approached the scene, the floor made a damp squelch noise, like water being pressed from a damp sponge, and viscous crimson liquid welled up warmly between his toes, staining the skin. the blood curling screams of the dying woman ringed around the suffocating four walls.

“You stupid little bitch. you really tried me this time.” yoongi laughed like a psycho as he stabbed the bloodied knife again into the woman’s guts. “shut the fuck up!” growling at the pathetic sounds, yoongi twisted the knife deeper into the females stomach.

“god fucking damnit. how are you even able to scream, I literally just cut off your tongue..?” tsking, yoongi grumbled. he needed to hurry.

It was almost time.

“I can’t fucking believe this. Today is my birthday and my beautiful wife is waiting at home for me and I’m here waiting for you to finally go to hell.”

drops of sweat were running down on yoongi’s face. little stains of blood also evident on his pale skin. “How fucking dare you say all of that bullshit to my Y/N!?” screaming at the now deceased woman, yoongi stood up. Gazing at the blood oozing out of the pale corpse’s body. he smirked.

he had his revenge.

“well, she had it coming. it’s going to be such a memorable birthday. now I better get home to my queen.” he shrugged as he threw his knife away.

and walked away, to come home to you. his passion.

[rafaelblackbird15]

Teen Wolf Fic Recs Part 4: Sterek

These are Sterek, Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale fanfictions.

I really love these. They are some of my favourite Sterek stories, and ALL of these are absolutely beautiful. Without a doubt. Send the authors some love, because that's what they've given me and us right here. :)

If there is a problem with any of the links, let me know and I will fix them.

For appropriate reading check the hashtags on the actual fics.

I hope you enjoy these as much as I did.

And check out my other Steter fic recs [Part 1] and [Part 2] and Sterek fic recs [Part 3]

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God Brings The Wounded by CallieB on Archive of Our Own

Words: 4938

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

“Jesus,” Stiles says, when he sees Derek for the first time, and feels his face do that thing where it tries to smile. Derek, or the weirdly fresh-faced teenage version of Derek that he is now, doesn’t flinch at Stiles’ exclamation.

He’s too busy flinching at everything else.

 

Requested by the lovely nohomohomie, who asked for something angsty post-nogitsune.

Has got to be one of my favourite canon teenage/de-aged Derek fics, with beautiful, angsty Sterek, of course.

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You're Not You by CallieB on Archive of Our Own

Words: 5266

Chapters: 1/1

Part 9 of the Sterek Bingo 2017 series

Summary:

Stiles lifts his head slowly, meeting Derek’s gaze. His eyes… they’re always clever, bright, perceptive, but today there’s something in them that Derek doesn’t recognise. He’s pale, but not defeated. He looks stronger than Derek expected. And unexpectedly, he feels it flash through him in a bolt of absolute, though surprised, certainty.

That's not Stiles.

 

Written for the Dark!Stiles square on my Sterek Bingo card.

This story is possibly one of the best EVER Void!Stiles stories I have ever read. The idea is complex and fascinating and unique. After I read this for the first time I was left stunned and I kept coming back to it in my mind as well as to read because I couldn't get over the idea. It's beautiful.

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Yeah, Pass The Salt, Stiles by CallieB on Archive of Our Own

Words: 3609

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Yeah, pass the salt, Stiles.

They're not particularly inspiring words. Not like the long stream of goo spilling over Scotty's arm. But somewhere, Stiles' soulmate is out there, waiting to say them to him.

If only he could stop thinking about the mysterious hot stranger he met in the woods...

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Author: CallieB

This author has 15 Teen Wolf works, most if not all are Sterek. Some of them in particular really hit somewhere special.

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Behind Locked Doors by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) on Archive of Our Own

Words: 11128

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Derek often showed up in his room—at least he used the fucking door now that he knew where the spare key was hidden—and he couldn’t escape people in general in the Jeep since they could see him through the window. His dad was home, and when he wasn’t, there was always the risk of other people showing up.

His bathroom, on the other hand? No, his bathroom was a small room with no window in the middle of the house with a lockable door and no judgement. He could sit in the bathroom for hours, and no one would question it. Was he watching porn on his phone and jerking off? Was he taking a massive dump? Did he have constipation? Was he stitching up the millionth injury of the month in private? Who knew? No one but Stiles!

The locked door at his back felt like a safety net for him sometimes. In the bathroom, he didn’t have to pretend. He didn’t have to smile and wave people’s words off, insist he was fine, laugh and act like everything was okay. In the bathroom, he was allowed to sit on the floor, his expression tight, and his body falling apart on him.

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Author: isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

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Should Have Looked on Craigslist by Akiruchan on Archive of Our Own

Words: 27217

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Derek is rash and self-sacrificing, everything that will one day get him killed. Stiles doesn't want that. He's become too accustomed to a life with Derek Hale in it. To live without, well, it just doesn't seem to be an option.

or...

The five times Stiles' expectations fall short, and the one time he's glad they do.

This is an incredible, slow burn, build of the winding relationship between Stiles and Derek and the world they now live in, side by side. It's wonderful and blessedly long.

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Bless You by Ankiruchan on Archive of Our Own

Words: 3070

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

It all started with a sneeze...

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Lend Me Your Eyes, Give Me Your Heart by Ankiruchan on Archive of Our Own

Words: 3057

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Stiles’ life sucks. He’s honest enough with himself to admit to at least that. More often than not he spends his free time running for his life, saving people from creatures who want to rip his face off, and all around having a distinct lack of self-preservation. It sort of comes with the territory. Not something he can avoid when his circle of friends happen to be werewolves.

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Nobody's Fault But Mine by Akiruchan on Archive of Our Own

Words: 26552

Chapters: 4/?

Summary:

Stiles has always been good at ignoring his problems. Preferring to wait them out until they are nothing but a distant memory. But when a midnight stroll leads to a nasty scratch to Stiles side, courtesy of Derek, Stiles finds that some things just can't be ignored, not that he doesn't try. Better hearing and improved eyesight, that is something he can ignore for now. The sudden urge to touch and smell Derek all the time? Not so much.

This is werewolf!Stiles, and it's one the of the laid back, kind, intense versions that I enjoy very much. Unfortunately, I think it's been discontinued, but I believe even so, these 4 chapters are worth the little heartbreak that comes with the knowledge it may not be finished.

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Author: Akiruchan

This author is responsible for some of the best slow build Sterek stories I've read.

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Lock All The Doors Behind You by entanglednow on Archive of Our Own

Words: 25960

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

He has no idea what you're supposed to say when you find one of your...werewolf acquaintances, completely out of their mind, growling like they're about to see what your insides taste like. There's no handbook for this. Stiles is thinking that if he survives he might write one.

I've come back to this so many times. The relationship is so vulnerable, down to earth and open and kind, extremely kind, which is something Derek really lacks in his life, someone to be kind to him. There's a feeling, somehow, that this is quite natural for them.

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In Case Of Emergency by entanglednow on Archive of Our Own

Words: 1826

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Derek falls through Stiles's bedroom window at ten past midnight.

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By Any Other Name by entanglednow on Archive of Our Own

Words: 33090

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

He doesn't know his name, he doesn't know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he's on the run with. But he's pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it.

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I Could Find My Way Back by entanglednow on Archive of Our Own

Words: 6250

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

What's the worst that could happen?

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Author: entanglednow

This author is responsible for so many amazing fics out there. They have 55 Teen Wolf fics, all with really interesting ideas and takes on the characters and supernatural world.

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You want forgiveness (I'll give that to you) by dearericbittle (dutchmoxie) on Archive of Our Own

Words: 2806

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Derek is running from the Alpha, suffering from wolfsbane poisoning and he’s clearly losing it. Why else would he be seeing his mother - and everyone else he might as well have killed himself. But Stiles can’t just let him get what he deserves. Stiles never leaves him behind, even when he should.

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(Fuck you they said) As they threw their threads from their wedding bed by dearericbittle (dutchmoxie) on Archive of Our Own

Words: 96199

Chapters: 9/9

Summary:

First Son Stiles Stilinski just accidentally caused an international incident. And apparently the only way to save human-werewolf relations is to marry him off to Prince Derek of Triskele. Stiles is going to need all of his acting skills to make the marriage look real, because the Prince is kind of a fucking asshole.

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Author: dearericbittle (dutchmoxie)

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fake empire by Poe on Archive of Our Own

Words: 3685

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Stiles hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. He was going to tell Derek. The whole truth of it. He was halfway through when the phone rang. A half-finished sentence, left hanging in the air as his life crumbled around him.

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(or: Stiles gets so, so lost. But he finds himself again.)

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you all over me by Poe on Archive of Our Own

Words: 3705

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

The thing about Stiles is, Derek thinks, is that he has no idea how enthralling he truly is. He’s easy to overlook, right up until the point he isn’t, and at some stage, Derek started looking, and now, it’s all he can do.

(or: the one where the pack is happy, healthy and alive, and Stiles and Derek are sort of inevitable)

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Author: Poe

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For If Dreams Die by veritas_st on Archive of Our Own

Words: 24169

Chapters: 8/8

Summary:

“I had a dream about a boy last night,” Mischief says through a mouthful of pancakes. His dad points the spatula at him and he swallows before he says anything else. “His name was Derek. He called me Stiles. I want to be called that from now on.”

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Author: veritas_st

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About Today by rufflefeather on Archive of Our Own

Words: 8901

Chapters: 1/1

Part 1 of the inside these arms series

Summary:

Stiles is having the worst day of his life and it keeps happening.

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Until Tomorrow by rufflefeather on Archive of Our Own

Words: 9016

Chapters: 1/1

Part 2 of the inside these arms series

Summary:

Derek's worst nightmares didn't prepare him for this.

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Let it be me by rufflefeather on Archive of Our Own

Words: 1495

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

After everything that happened, Stiles goes to see Derek.

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Even the stars they burn by rufflefeather on Archive of Our Own

Words: 5770

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Derek finds out quite by accident what makes Stiles shut up. If he reveals along the way that he didn't always carry this darkness around, then that's entirely Stiles' fault.

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Solstice. by rufflefeather on Archive of Our Own

Words: 4119

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

It's the first total lunar eclipse during winter solstice in three hundred and fifty years and Derek has no idea what's going to happen.

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Author: rufflefeather

This author has some intense, sometimes heartbreakingly endearing, and wonderful Teen Wolf fics.

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Hear The Wheels As They Roll by crossroadswrite on Archive of Our Own

Words: 44919

Chapters: 2/2

Summary:

“You can’t be here. This is private property,” someone calls out and for some reason that voice sounds painfully familiar.

When it hits him why, Stiles almost chokes with the realization, “Derek Hale,” he says, unbelievably happy because he remembers Derek when they were young.

Derek looks grumpier, sadder, angrier. Stiles can’t really fault him for that. He also looks surprised that Stiles knows who he is. He squint/glares suspiciously at him, his nostrils flare for a second before he widens his eyes almost dramatically.

“Stiles,” he says quietly, like he can’t really believe it.

Stiles beams, “Yeah, you remember me!”

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Author: crossroadswrite

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[alirhi]

10 Sebastian roles as boyfriends

Because... I'm bored and I feel like it. 😂 Probably some spoilers for, like... everything? So yeah... That.

Putting it under here for easy scrolling:

10: Chase Collins

Who doesn't love a goofball? In the first half of the movie, Chase is basically perfect. He's sweet, funny, not all caught up in his ego, and actually pays attention to what the girls around him are saying, not just to what he wants to hear. If not for the whole... it was all an act to get close to Caleb and try to steal his magic thing, Chase would actually be a damn good high school boyfriend. He's adorable and would be a fun date, but he's also only 18 so best not to start making long-term plans lol. Also, y'know... the whole psycho revenge/power grab thing.

9 Jack Benjamin

Y'all. Y'all. Words cannot describe how much I love Jack. Pretty sure I've made this clear. As a person/character in general, he's absolutely in my Top 3 - not just of Sebastian's characters, but any character ever. ❤ But as a boyfriend? Boy's got baggage. It's what makes me so protective of him, but seeing as how he's trapped in the closet thanks to his overbearing homophobic family and the insane expectations heaped on him, as the show left him, he can't handle an honest relationship. He's too easily influenced by all the wrong people, poor babe.

8 Chris (Destroyer)

On paper, undercover cop sounds cool and exciting, but even if you ignore the fact that he, y'know, dies... Chris got in too deep and kinda lost the mission, so to speak. Best case scenario, you're his sexy partner and in on it all with him and end up on the lam for the rest of your lives. Worst case, this man lies for a living, so can you even trust him? And... yeah. The whole dead thing. Chris is hot af but getting involved with him is a recipe for disaster.

7 Ben

Min and Hathor have mercy, I love Ben! He's smart, he's snarky, he's caring and loyal... he's an absolute disaster. He's another one who seems allergic to honesty, until his lying and avoiding nearly kill his girlfriend. Not exactly relationship goals lol. Everything before totally was, though! Ben's adorable, and I love how he stayed up all night to protect his girlfriend (from a ghost/demon thing... with a baseball bat. I said he was smart, not perfect, okay? XD points for effort lol)

6 Mickey Henry

I. LOVE. MICKEY. Oml I love Mickey. He's a spazz and - even more so than Ben - an absolute disaster of a human being, but I love him. Pros for dating Mickey Henry: he's fun, he's carefree, he'll cook for you even though he's kinda bad at it lol, he loves his son and wants to be a good dad, he wants his partner to be happy and to love life as much as he does. Cons, and the reason he's not higher on the list: He's a pushover; easily influenced by the toxic people in his life, and it gets him into a lot of trouble. Being easily influenced by toxic dumpster fire of a human being Chloe almost lost him the partial custody of his son that he barely even had. He's an absolute sweetheart, but he's a complete man-child, and dating him would often feel more like raising him.

5 Frank "Suffer Buddy"

Come on! You know he and Mickey had to be back-to-back - they're practically the same character! 😂 Frank is Mickey... slightly more grown up. He's still a disaster, but he's respectful of boundaries, he's caring, he's funny in a dry, witty way that I just adore, and hoo lordy that man is a giver! 🥴🥵 Honestly, if he didn't smoke and didn't ditch Daphne in the middle of a party hours away from everything familiar to her surrounded by strangers to go do drugs, I'd call Frank perfect. He listened, he respected her wishes, he tried to keep some distance between them when he found out she'd gone on a date with his best friend (it failed utterly and brought us to the "damn that man's good with his mouth" portion of the movie lmao but still)... I don't have a whole lot of experience with men who actually give a shit, okay? So Frank is like a goddamn unicorn to me lmao. But that drug thing... That keeps him at the bottom of the Top 5 for me. Sorry, bb

4 Bucky

I can already hear everyone on here raging at me for placing Bucky so low on this list, but hear me out: I love this man. I love all four iterations of this man. Flirty 40s Bucky was a doll (fun date, not commitment material). Post-POW camp 40s Bucky had a fire to him that set me on fire. The Winter Soldier can choke me any damn day. Unf. And TFATWS Bucky... Oh, lady above, 2023 Bucky is a gem! He's sweet, snarky, and broken. He feels utterly, wretchedly alone in the world, and everyone around him, including his only friend, is telling him to "man up" and "make amends" for shit that was never his fault to begin with, rather than helping him come to terms with all that he's suffered and all that he's survived. Bucky needs and deserves love. A relationship with him would be so solid, if he found the right person... But it would take a fuck ton of work. He needs someone strong, patient, and more stubborn than he is to prod him until he finds a better therapist and actually opens up, and to keep him on track because even good therapy comes with homework. He does have to "do the work," Sam was right about that much, but he was way off base with what that "work" is. Bucky needs help and understanding, and he would be an amazing boyfriend... if he found someone with the strength to help him weather his nightmares and flashbacks, and help pull him out of this PTSD pit he's been in since 1943.

3 Chris Beck

Big brains turn me on, okay? 😂This man is an astronaut and a surgeon! Yes, please! Come here, you sexy genius! He's smart, he's funny - pretty sure Sebastian is incapable of playing anyone who's not delightfully snarky lol. He's pragmatic when he needs to be but there's also nothing he wouldn't do or risk for the ones he loves. This man is husband material and I cannot be convinced otherwise! So why isn't he #1? Cuz of the whole... spending years in space, thing. Super cool job and I'd be his biggest fan on the ground, but god damn, I would miss him while he's away!

2 TJ Hammond

Look, I'm gender fluid and he's a little bit bi 😂😂😂 Let me have my fantasy, okay? TJ's definitely got a lot of shit to work through, but love brings out the best in him. Before that fucking closeted shitbag broke his heart and stomped on it for good measure, TJ was clean and sober for months, he was happy, he was playing piano again, he was pulling himself together. Not only would he be an amazing boyfriend, but his partner would get the extra joy of getting to watch their love and devotion to him be the thing that saves this beautiful man's life. It's not healthy overall to tie your self worth and will to live to a relationship, but if he found the right person who would be there for him through all of life's shit and stick it out, I think he'd be okay. Even after his lowest point and without the support of his family, TJ still had a dream and he still chased it. He's not just the sweetest person to ever grace our screens, but he's ambitious and business-savvy, too. Keep him off drugs and watch this man take over the world, I'm telling you!

So why is TJ only #2? Well, besides the fact that he's like 99% gay and I have no bits he'd be interested in lmao, there's also the fact that this guy owns my heart:

1 Will Franklyn

And not just because we get to see him wet and mostly naked lol. Will is fucking perfect. I would die for this man... because he's already shown that he would die for his love. He almost fucking did, and they weren't even together yet! He's smart and very aware, he's a writer so we'd get to bond/geek out over books together, he's not all full of himself (self-deprecating humor ftw!) and he's willing to help a total stranger despite actual mortal peril, just because it's the right thing to do. Fierce, intelligent, sassy, strong-willed, and a flawless moral compass? YESYESYESYESYES! Forget boyfriend - let me MARRY this man! 😍🥰

[najatheangel]

genre: fluff, drama, and comedy. high school au!

pairing: Choi San x Reader

author's note: apart of the Ateez Summer Collab hosted by @bangchan-fairy My first official posted collab please let me know what you guys think. Enjoy your summer! ✨

word count: 5.3k

summary: After slacking off junior year and struggling to juggle responsibilities, you're stuck retaking your math course in the summer. With your future on the line, you were stuck with San to work together with you so you both can pass this summer course as seniors. You two seem to have a hard time focusing on your studies. Is it because you don't understand the work or a certain someone that's distracting you

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Your stepmom Maria seemed to be very disappointed in you once again for letting her down this year. She had planned so many family trips, vacations, and hangouts for the whole family to enjoy this summer, but thanks to my failing this dumb math class, I have to be stuck in this school until July.

“You better be lucky I can afford for you to retake this class. Your reckless behavior has gone on long enough.” Your mom walks beside you upstairs inside Walnut Hills Highschool making sure you don’t skip out on the first day of summer school.

“Mom, you know you don’t have to walk me to class. I know what I’m doing!” You groan at her as she links her arms with you in the hallway.

“Clearly you don’t! If you did you wouldn’t be stuck here retaking this class. Now we’re almost there so keep your head high and lose the tude.”

There it was class 2A once again. This class was an absolute nightmare. I took a deep breath and slid the door open slowly with my eyes halfway open anxious to see who was sitting in the classroom.

“Welcome back miss Y/LN! Good seeing you again.” Mr. Harris said with a smile. This sucker, you had a love-hate relationship with Mr. Harris. You loved the fact that he was super nice and helpful when he was your English tutor freshman year, but you hated how he had a crush on your mom and how weird teacher-parent conference meetings would get when they would sneak off with each other in his office.

“Good morning Mr. Harris. Good seeing you again.” Your mom blushed to try to contain her excitement, but it was too obvious. “Anyways I’ll be heading my way out. She’s all yours for the summer.” Your mom gave you one last hug and kiss on the cheek before she left.

You sighed, rolling your eyes, fanning yourself already sweating from the classroom’s lack of cold air blowing. You complained again by saying.“Mr. Harris, are we staying in this room all summer? I’m sweating like a fat pig.”

“Unfortunately, yes. The PCs in the computer lab have been shut down and the school plans on replacing them with apple PCs by august. So these are the cards we’ve been dealt with. Let’s get started shall we.”

All the students in the classroom sighed, taking sips of their water bottles as Mr. Harris took attendance.

“Let’s see...We have Angela, Oliver, Chris, Yui, Y/N...Who’s missing? Choi San?”

“Here.” San slams the door open, arriving 20 minutes late with his chocolate milk in one hand and a glazed donut in the other. “Sorry Mr. Harris, I’ve overslept.”

Mr. Harris sighs, shaking his head, chuckling to calm himself down. “As expected. Just glad that you’re here, please have a seat.”

There was only one seat left which was in the front next to you and that would of course be his assigned seat for the rest of the summer.

You never heard much of San except everyone saying that he dropped out sophomore year.

You remember having a crush on him during freshman orientation when you both were shadowed by this kid named Lee Know. The whole time you were quiet, but you remembered staring at the handsome devil strutting in his uniform the whole time.

So to see him once again took you and everyone by surprise.

“Class, make sure you remember your partner’s name sitting next to you for this summer because you will work together in order to pass this class.”

“Say what?” You look over at San, who was making origami at his desk. “Good seeing again kid.” He smirks at you leaving you speechless. “Want a donut?” He reached out, handing a piece to you.

You were slamming your head on the desk thinking to yourself. “Mom, I know I promised I would finish this class, but I don’t know if I can...”

Mr. Harris had you paired up in groups of two to complete a series of word problems and online on this website called Pearson. On the bright side, walnut hills provided MacBooks for students that didn’t have their laptop, but of course, if they tried to watch Netflix, facetime with their friends, or search for something inappropriate, their laptop will be shut down for 24 hours until further notice.

The first two weeks were pretty quiet between you and San because both of you aren’t necessarily the best conversation starters and whenever San would ask you something it would only just help him cheat on an assignment or help him make up an excuse to skip class. Up until the third week hit you had enough of his excuses trying to avoid doing the work.

The third week you were assigned to work on three hours of pre-cal on the computer and you had the option to locate to a different classroom of course if you couldn’t focus in a cramped room full of sweaty students. So you and san decided to work in the math lab across from class 2A and try to work out a plan.

“Listen San I know this class is our worst enemy, but I promised my mom I would graduate next year and If I have to restart my junior year again I would die of embarrassment. So please try a little harder.” San sighs nodding to your proposal looking deeply into your eyes.

“Fine. I guess I’m in the same boat. I figured retaking junior year would make my mom mad too.” He reaches his hand shaking it with yours smiling.

Your heart starts pounding pretty fast as you're exchanging the agreement with San and you gaze your eyes back at the computer again clearing your throat.

“So, all we have to do is remember the methods Mr. Harris taught us and we'll be alright. What section are we on?” San scrolls through his laptop trying to login into his Pearson account. “I believe it's section 3.A. 20 questions which are due this Friday?! Man, Mr. Harris won’t give us a break.”

You giggled at his surprised reaction. Sometimes he can be soft which makes you melt inside even more. It made you wonder why he was always hanging around with the rebels with no future at school. Maybe life at home was rough and he didn’t have a lot of friends. All these questions were running through your head, which made you not realize that San suddenly moved closer to you.

“You need help with that problem? You were staring blankly at the screen for the past 10 minutes. Here let me show you how to do this.” San wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer to writing the answer problem step by step to help you understand it better, but that wasn’t exactly helping.

All you were doing was admiring his beautiful face to face. It made you remember the first time you saw him with his glowing melon skin, sharp jawline, the way he can pull off a white collar and a striped tie it just seemed impossible.

On top of that his knowledge in math made him 10x more attractive, but you couldn’t understand why someone as brilliant and essential as him set himself up in the wrong crowd and stuck in this situation that cost him his high school diploma.

“So that’s how you get y= 18 + 15x. Any questions?” “Yeah, why the hell are you so fine. Forget Mr. Harris, you can be my tutor.” Would’ve sounded better in your head, but you accidentally said it out loud.

San looked at you with his eyes flashing open and then he burst out laughing. “Well Ms. Y/LN if I knew you were having this much fun, I would’ve signed up for this a long time ago.”

“Same here. You know I didn’t think math was your thing. How come you're so good at it?” He sighs, leaning looking up at the ceiling as his mood changes very quickly. “My dad is an entrepreneur and a CEO of his own company.

He’s very good at math so he taught me at an early age so someday I can take over his company someday. He’s never home at times either so I’m pretty much always helping my friends with their math homework as a side hustle.”

“That must be tiring. I know that must be a lot of pressure for a 17-year-old.” San nods his head in agreement and says “It is, but hey that’s what I’ve been dealing with all my life. We got to finish these questions so we can go home early.” With the both of you panicking you turn back to your computers finishing the last set of problems.

You were having so much fun at school with San that you forgot you had to make it to dinner on time with your wicked stepmother. Ever since you’ve started your sophomore year at Walnut Hills your father was keeping his dating life a secret until he unexpectedly announced that he wanted to marry Maria. Your dad was always the playboy so it always would irritate you whenever he brings another woman into the picture.

Your father planned on marrying Maria by the time you’ve graduated high school, but that all ended in tragedy when your father one day died in a car accident on the way to your volleyball game. This is why you quitted sports, fell out with your best friends, and flunked almost all your classes. Maria has always shown tough love even when your dad was around, but that’s because she never knew what it was like to raise children and she wanted to learn to become closer to your family, but your relationship with her was always rocky.

Arriving late at night you’ve run to your house sweating and panting to your angry stepmom in the kitchen tapping her foot.

“Y/N, do you know what time it is? School ended at 5. Why are you late for dinner? This better is good missy.” You caught your last breath and then rolled your eyes at Maria’s snarky comment. “Me and my partner in my class took longer than expected to finish our assignment. Sorry, okay?”

You’ve slammed your backpack on the back of your chair and grabbed a plate of yong chow rice to eat with your family. “Don’t you roll your eyes at me? I just asked a simple question. Don’t tell me your working with that Choi San guy?”

You shook your head as you started to feel yourself explode at the dinner table, but you let her finish. “I know that because Mr. Harris told me. Look all I’m saying is you better stay concentrated on getting out of summer school and don’t fool around with these boys. Got it?”

You’ve finally snapped and stood up slamming the table with your fists. “You know what, I don’t understand why you're nagging me about every little thing going on in my life. You can’t just be proud that I finished my assignments for this week. But, no you keep finding ways to complain to me about me not working hard enough or messing around. I’m getting really tired of it. That’s why I hate it here!”

“Y/N! Don’t walk away from me when I’m talking to you.” She followed you all the way upstairs until you closed the door and locked it in her face. You were too tired and frustrated to be dealing with her constant ranting so you’ve just sat in your room, put your AirPods on, and blocked her yelling from the background. “We’ll talk about this another day. Psh teenagers.”

For the rest of the night, you smush your face in your pillow crying yourself to sleep. You look back on the polaroids of your dad around your room and through your phone missing his presence in your home. “Dad, why did you leave me alone with her? If it was just the three of us, things would be so different. I miss you.”

Your partnership with San seemed to improve drastically which was surprising, to say the least. All the other kids in the class however didn’t seem to improve. Some were either cheating or missing the deadlines. Mr. Harris was not pleased by the results so he found other alternatives.

“You know what class, here’s what we’re about to do. To make this a lot more fun, how about we do class activities for extra credit. Since some of you are glued to your devices nowadays we can play games like Kahoot, Jenga, and Tetris to answer questions. I can even narrow down the questions on the assignments. How does that sound?” Everyone in class chants and cheers loving the idea which keeps them even more motivated to continue working.

“Alright everyone the games won’t start today, but next week. This is the last week of June and summer school so that means we’re halfway there from finishing. You cannot screw this up. Try acing this week’s quiz with 90% everyone or no games for those with below 70%. Got it?” “Yes, Mr. Harris!” You’ve become closer to the class since it was only nine of you, but your best friends are Angela, San, and Chris. The four of you stopped for ice cream after school to study for this week’s big math test that covered five sections.

“Gosh, Mr. Harris put 40 questions on the test! What the hell is he on crack?”

Everyone laughed at Chris complaining. He would always try to find shortcuts just so he can finish playing PubG, but he always ends up getting in trouble because he procrastinates too much. The only reason he’s somewhat doing well is because of his girlfriend Angela.

She was always a straight-A student and a bit of a geek at school, but outside of school, she was a baddie. She ended up having to retake pre-cal because she wanted to offer to help Chris with homework but ended up failing with him. “Oh hush it’s not even that bad. If you would’ve done those practice problems like you were told, you wouldn’t be complaining so much.” She slaps the back of Chris' head making him spat out his dip cone.

San looks at them admiring their silly dysfunctional relationship and then looks at you mesmerized. He leans in whispering in your ear saying “Why can’t we be more like them. They’re cute together.” You turned to him, slapping his shoulder softly giggling. “We shouldn’t. We agreed to only focus on school, remember?” He looks at you pouting “Does it have to be strictly about work? Like Mr. Harris said, we can have fun with it. We are partners after all.”

You look to the side trying to avoid his gaze as you take another spoonful of mint cocoa. With your sloppy spoonful of ice cream leftover on your face, San quickly grabbed a napkin from the table and whipped your face. “Be careful, you had a little mint chocolate on your face.” He kissed the side of your lips and smirked at you right afterward leaving everyone shocked.

“You guys are hot together.”

Chris with no filter shouted out leaving you a blushing mess. You quickly grabbed your ice cream and backpack as you heard your stepmom pulling up at the dairy parking lot. “You know what duty calls. I’ll meet you guys at the same time tomorrow at San’s place just like we planned. I gotta shave my legs. Later!” San wanted to grab your arm real quick to give you a proper goodbye, but you already beat him to it by sprinting to the car.

“Honey, why did you run in the car so fast? You would have finished your ice cream-”

“No time for that, just drive Mom.” Maria laughs looking at you covering your face with your cardigan and looking at San’s pouting face playing with his spoon he just ate from his ice cream. “Reminds me of the good old days when I was in high school.” Your stepmom cranked the engine and drove all the way home.

When you arrived home you flopped your body on your bed trying to focus on finishing studying for your test by yourself, but all your thinking about San’s kiss replaying in your head over and over again. “Ugh that San man, why did his lips have to be so soft? I'm supposed to be finding the formula for x, not the formula to get into San’s heart.” You’ve pulled out your laptop attempting to send an email to Mr. Harris said that you wanted to switch partners, but you prevent yourself from pressing send through your mouse.

“There’s no point. We only have four more weeks plus he would be upset if I do that. I just need to calm down.” You’ve closed out of your email tab and finished your homework sinking in your thoughts.

“Dad, hey it’s me again, I just wanted to leave a voicemail letting you know that later on today I’ll be bringing my friends over to work on studying for our big test. It would be nice for you to meet them, but of course, I know work is more important. Anyways please come visit again sometime soon. Love you, peace.” San sighs, hanging up the phone as he sets the table up getting ready for you, Angela, and Chris to come over. San has always learned to live basically on his own growing up.

His father is always running off on business trips, his mother left him at a young age to marry a wealthy man and his older brother was already out of the country to join the Navy. His brother was the only person he can count on for family events when it came to birthdays, Christmas, and even father’s day. At least his brother could attend and catch up with his crazy high school life.

Snapping out of his train of thoughts he opens the door as soon as he hears the doorbell ring. “Coming!” He fixed his Pikachu long sleeve and parted his hair before he opened the door. He was smiling so wide after seeing it was you, Angela and Chris.

“C'mon in you guys. Welcome to mi palacio. Let’s study in the living room.”

Everyone ran to the living room pleased with the smell of pina colada candles filling the house. You were shocked that San got to live in this huge nicely decorated home yet you seem to notice that his family is not present.

You see picture frames of him when he was younger in a monster inc sitting on the fountain at Disneyland.

There was also another cute family photo of San’s best friend named Wooyoung that he met since kindergarten, but sadly they ended up cutting ties since they went to different schools.

A picture that stood out from all of them was one of him sitting on his mom’s lap when he was five smiling super hard with his pretty white smile. You’ve never seen him smile that hard and you were always curious more about his past so the family photos have shown a nice glimpse into his past “Hey y/n cmon I made some ramen. We have to pull out the flashcards so we can study.” “W-wait, but your baby pictures I want!” “No time we can look at them later.”

He winks and gently holds your hand and walks downstairs with you.

“Here goes the love birds. We have to try San’s famous spicy ramen dish before it gets too cold.” Everyone sits down at the dinner table clasping their hands together ready to dig in until the door opens.

“Surprise brother! Sorry I’m late. Did I miss dinner?” San’s brother Jinhyuk walks in with veggie wraps and steak bulgogi in his hand. San runs up to his brother hugging him super tight happier to see that he finally made it home. “Guys this is my brother Jinhyuk. Jinhyuk this is Chris, Angela, and Y/N.”

Jinhyuk smiles at everyone greeting everyone. “So what’s been going on with you guys? I know you have been stuck in school together, but what have you guys been doing outside of school?” Angela started by saying “Well so far me and Chris have been seeing each other every day. We always go to the park or the carnival when we get the chance for dates. We have also been hanging out with these two right here.”

Chris joined in saying “Exactly right. You can say we’re like the Scooby-Doo gang of course without scooby.” San laughs adding on “No way you’re definitely Scooby. Angela is Velma, I’m Freddy, and Y/N is Daphne.” Everyone at the table laughed as they enjoyed San’s ramen catching up with each other.

Jinhyuk elbows you as he chats with you in the kitchen. “Hey, I noticed that you were sitting there staring at my brother. What’s going on with you two.” Your eyes flashed wide open as you were surprised by Jinhyk’s sudden question. You faced him scratching the back of your head not knowing how to answer his question. “Well, I honestly don’t know. I think he just likes teasing me. One minute he flirts with me, the next minute he treats me like one of the guys. My mom also doesn’t want me getting distracted so I’m trying to keep my distance.”

Jinhyuk laughs and then pets your head. “Well, you both already failed at keeping your distance. I think he likes you, but since you keep running away or avoiding him too much, he feels like he’s making you uncomfortable and that you strictly want to stay as friends. I wouldn’t give him the wrong idea to be upfront about how you feel about him. You got this kid.” He grabs your empty bowl for you and washes the dishes giving you that boost of confidence. “You know what you're right. Mama didn’t raise no punk. I’ll tell him after we finish studying. Thanks, Jinhyuk I owe you the next time you visit.” You give him a thumbs up and skip happily out the kitchen looking forward to seeing your friends.

After hours of studying flashcards, everyone finally studied feeling confident in themselves about the final test of the semester. Everyone packed their things and was ready to head home since their parents were outside. You were the only one that still felt confident about your process throughout the class so you’ve decided to stay an extra hour to study with San.

“Are you sure this is right?” You put the pencil down crossing your fingers as San checks your work. “Wow yes, that is correct. See you’re doing just fine. You only got 7 wrong out of the 40 questions. Just keep using that method I taught you and you’ll be just fine.” San smiles at you pinching your cheeks. “It’s 10:30 pm. Your mom is going to be worried about you. You should start heading home. I'll drop you off.” San started putting his notebook and laptop back on his desk getting ready to leave his room, but you pull on his sleeve bringing him back down on the couch with you.

“Wait, um why don’t we watch a movie or something. My mom is out with Mr. Harris anyways they won’t be back until the morning. I kind of told her I was spending the night at my cousin’s house.”

San smiles, shaking his head gulping, sitting back down next to you. “That sounds nice and all, but I don’t want to get you in trouble. Plus you do realize you’re staying over at a boy’s house at night.” You lean your head on his shoulder holding his hand yawning. “I know I trust you. You wouldn’t do anything unless I told you I wanted to. Just for tonight please San?” San sighs, lifting your chin patting the back of your head. “Fine, but next time let me meet your mom. I want to know everything there is about you okay?” You nod linking pinkies with him. “Deal. Now let’s watch Money Heist Shall we?”

The next morning you wake up in San’s arms as you share a blanket on the living room couch. You woke up fixing his messy black hair struck by his sleeping face. “Gosh you're even more dreamy when you're sleeping.” You checked the time on your phone and realized what time it was.

Pre-cal normally starts around 10, it was 11:20. “San gets up, we're late for class! We can’t miss this one Mr. Harris is giving us get extra credit today.” San woke right up alert as he wiped the drool from the side of his mouth.

“Dang, we gotta go. Here brush your teeth real fast, brush your hair and let’s roll.”

The two of you got ready as fast you could and hopped right on his motorcycle speeding through the traffic throughout the city.

You wrapped your arms around San the whole time scared you’ll fall on the motorcycle. San felt so happy whenever you depended on him for anything. “God I love this girl. I know they say I’m too young or going too fast, but I can’t help it.” He mumbled under his breath as he arrived at the school.

“Well well if it isn’t San and Y/N. You better be lucky you didn’t miss the test. We just got done playing Kahoot.” The two of you poured with your heads looking down feeling ashamed as you walked to your seats. The two of you took one last glimpse of each before Mr. Harris handed out the test.

This was it after everything you’ve been through this past month with San and your friends. The hard work was going to determine if you actually made it through or not. Mr. Harris gave you a whisper of encouragement you never heard in a long time except for your dad. “Y/N no matter what happens I’ll always be proud of you. Finish this strong.”

Mr. Harris' words almost moved you to tears as you smiled and nodded your head right back at him. Now you understand why Maria loved him so much he was always passionate about teaching and cared about your well-being.

You grabbed your pencil and your laptop as you started getting to work. The whole time you were nervous and a few questions caused you to slip up, but in the end, you remembered how to do most of the work. San seemed to be holding up just fine so you weren’t too worried about him, Angela would always double-check her work before turning it in and Chris was surprisingly focused the whole time.

As everyone finished their tests Mr. Harris checked everyone’s grades one by one slowly seeing their process.

He stands up taking off his glasses and says. “Class...congratulations on becoming seniors! Everyone has passed summer school. See you in the fall.”

Everyone screamed cheering as the paper was flying and everyone in the classroom cheered. “Yeah, you guys hang out at the carnival!” Chris screamed and everyone followed him out.

Before catching up with everyone you called your stepmom to tell her the good news with Mr. Harris next to you.

“Mom, I finally passed. Dad’s face right now you know he’s probably crying. It was all thanks to Mr. Harris too, he's the best teacher ever.”

You can hear your mom’s voice on the other end as she gets teary-eyed. “Your dad would definitely be so happy that you passed, but also pissed because he never wants you in summer school ever again.” The three of you laugh together as you share the happy news.

“I’m so sorry I doubted you and was super harsh y/n. I love you and just want you to succeed. Your my only banana muffin I got in this world so don’t pull off any dumb crap like this ever again.”

“Yes mom, you know I will. I made a promise to dad after all. I will graduate and stay close to you if it’s the last thing I do. Love you, I'm going to the carnival with my friends.”

Maria makes kissy noises back and says “I love you too. Don’t stay out too late. Matter of fact I’ll meet you there since me and Harris have a date anyways. See you there.” You hang up feeling emotional as you hug Mr. Harris.

Mr. Harris pats you on the back saying “Didn’t I tell you she’s very proud. Now I think you need to catch up with your friends before he leaves without you. I’ll meet you at the carnival.” Mr. Harris leaves the classroom giving you one last smile and heading out.

You walked in the hallway looking all around the school for San, luckily you found him in the science lab where he’s sitting by the window with a sad look on his face.

“San. We’ve gotta meet up with everyone at the carnival. Why are you here by yourself?”

San sighs, crossing his arms.

“There’s no point in celebrating. I tried reaching out to both of my parents to tell them about one of the biggest accomplishments in my life and as usual, they didn’t answer.” You sat right next to him at the window petting his head. “You know what, how dare they? Forget them.

You have a supportive big brother, an amazing group of friends, and the best teacher a school could ever ask for. You have a family right here and we’re proud of you.”

San lifts his head up as he sees your bright smile that always makes him helpless.

“You always know exactly what to say. What would I do without you?”

He links pinkies with you. “I really can’t wait for you to meet my stepmom. She gets on my nerves sometimes and we always tend to bump heads, but we always come right back together. Dad would’ve also loved you. He was always straight to the point and never held back. I loved that confidence he always had.”

“Oh yeah he did get into that accident last year, I’m so sorry about that.”

You shake your head “It’s alright, I’m still holding up just fine. I’m just happy to have you here with me plus I get to be seniors with you and everyone else.” San looks up at you one last time slowly leaning his face close to yours until your noses touch.

“Gosh, I wonder what would happen if I made out with Y/N in the science lab? The janitor would for sure catch us in the act.” You giggle flirting with him back.

“The only thing he would have to worry about cleaning up is the kiss marks that are going to be on your neck.”

“Wow, I didn’t know you were this playful. I love seeing this side of you.”

The two of you finally exchange a short yet sweet kiss in the orange sunset peeking against the window. It was going to last longer until Angela and Chris crashed the party with a loud knock on the door.

“Hurry up Freddy and Daphne the Scooby gang has to pull up at the carnival together. You guys can finish eating each other's faces off in the car. We can’t miss the flight of fear!”

The two of you looked at each other shrugging and walked together hand in hand out the classroom. “Well, I guess we will have to finish this on the carousel.” “Indeed, that sounds more romantic than making out while being surrounded by jars of disinfected frogs in the science lab.”

The two of you catch up with the rest of the seniors of class 2021 as you look forward to your last summer as juniors together. Today was going to be the day where you go all out and live like you're gonna die young.

[dbzebra]

Since no one did an ABCD about Goten, can I ask? I’d love to hear your headcanons on him.

Of course! And hi! Thanks for the follow! I'm the resident Goten stan so I'd love to do this. All my writing is about Teen Goten so these will primarily be about that era but young Goten gets mentions too.

@dragonballwish you also asked for my boi Goten so im @ ing you here!

I kinda did a few of each oops lmao

Headcanon A:  realistic

Goten is not a ladies man or player in the slightest. He is a total sweetheart, and while he is by far the most "street smart" of the Son family, he's still naive and somewhat shy around girls his age.

He has 0 filter and just blurts out the most wild shit, and cant keep secrets very well. He's flown around in public a lot even as a teen completely forgetting that hes not supposd to lmao.

And last one, Goten opens a martial arts school as an adult. He was in college but dropped out, due to feeling like he was just wasting time and didnt even know what he wanted to do. So Trunks got him a job at Capsule Corp in the meantime to help pay the bills for him and his wifey since they're newlyweds at the time. (He got married right before his 20th birthday)

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

Goten is a secretly Saiyaman stan even as a teenager. When he was younger, he was the only one who thought Saiyaman was cool. And he still does! He's loved Power Rangers / Sentai his whole life and still like :OOOO when Gohan dresses up lol. He lowkey wanted to be Saiyaman 3, but wont admit it cause he'd be embarrassed doing any of that in public lmao

Also, Goten collects figures of the World Tournament fighters. He has all of them in his room. His favorites are the one of his dad from the 23rd WT, and the one Trunks had specially made of the two of them as Mighty Mask

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

Goten is fucked up from the whole Majin Buu Saga. Meeting Goku only for him to have to leave after only a day, finding out his brother (seemingly) died, an watching his mother get killed in front of his eyes in the span of less than 24 hours at the age of seven, he got clingy to all of them when everything first went back to normally. For months, Goten would wake up thinking they're all dead again and he would be all alone again.

However the thing that affected Goten the worst is being absorbed by Buu. The only people who know this are Trunks, and later his girlfriend Marron.

Goten is haunted by being swallowed by that goo and kept in that bod. He has nightmares of being absorbed again, and Marron being killed or turned to chocolate again. He blames himself for not finishing Buu off as Gotenks and "letting" Buu kill her.

When he goes up against Good Buu in End of Z, despite knowing this Buu is pure good he kinda has a panic attack having to fight him again

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

He had feelings for Marron from a young age, but buried them so deeply he forgot he had them, because he honestly felt he'd somehow screw up. Like Marron, he'd rather just keep things the way they are then end up losing her after a potential break up (spoiler: they dont break up.)

So when Marron finally kisses him for his 16th birthday, (as a "redo" for when she kissed his cheek as kids and he flipped out cause he was convinced he'd get cooties, turn blue and explode), that kiss kinda reawakened those feelings he had. Though this time he realized he couldnt push them away anymore. And didnt want to either.

So TLDR Goten and Marron hook up (what all my fics are about lol, my little rarepair <3), and theres a lightswitch in Goten's mind that makes him want to start training again. He's always liked sparring, but never took it seriously after Buu. But after his first date he realized he had someone he wanted to protect and asked Goku to train him. He eventually learns SSJ2, Instant Transmission, and his goal became to reach SSJ3 on his own and beat his dad in an all out fight.

Also he sometimes takes Marron's hair scrunchie to wear on his wrist for good luck during fights

Sorry this got waaaaaaay longer than I thought lol. Thanks for sending this!

[reputayswift]

There was a Twilight Saga Marathon on TV today and as I was watching my mom sat to watch it with me (from Eclipse on) and she revealed herself to be a huge team Jacob 🫠 the whole time I kept thinking I should tell you about it! (I know, my brain is weird!) (As a team Edward myself, I thought it was really fun to watch it with her and see her point of view on what was happening even though she wasn’t careful at all about my feelings, haha) Anyway, I wanted to ask you what made you ship Jacob and Bella in the first place? Have a great week! 🫶🏻💜

I’m honored that you thought of me :’)) 💜💜💜 Moms are the BEST audience for Twilight marathons (I wonder if it’s on because Taylor Lautner got married today? I’d like to think so).

First I want to say that Eclipse is the worst for all the ships nobody looks good walking out of Eclipse (Edward breaking Bella’s car, Jacob’s forced kiss/the entire tent scene, Jasper confederate reveal, need I go on?). If I’m being honest about why I FIRST become Team Jacob, it’s just because I thought Taylor Lautner was cute and I was one of those kids that like howled on the playground ��� I had no choice!! Now that I’m older I give the caveat that I’m Team Jacob until Stephenie starts ruining his character in the latter half of New Moon. After that I’m Team If Bella Was Smart She’d Run For The Hills But She’s On A Mission For Edward And Who Am I To Stop Her? Although the Breaking Dawn dance scene with Jacob is so cute until he starts grilling her about having a “normal” honeymoon 🥲

But backing up to the first half of New Moon and prior, I like how light and warm their banter is (the garage scene with Quil and Embry is one of my all time favorites!!), I like how their relationship gets Bella to start socializing with her school friends again, I like how Jacob and his dad and Bella and Charlie and the Clearwaters start having group spaghetti nights—Just in general a very cozy and familiar dynamic between them! And I also gravitate towards the possibility of Bella x Jacob thematically because the series, as it’s written, is kind of an anti-coming-of-age story. A teenager fears change/growing up and chooses a life that sidesteps it altogether—at the cost of losing her human relationships to time. Whereas Jacob represents embracing change/aging (think about Bella’s grandma nightmare vs her running joke with Jacob about being older (and wiser because of it)) with the benefit of being able to maintain relationships with the people who grow beside you! As a reader I think committing to the “actually yeah being human DOES suck” route is interesting, but as someone who resists change herself I like the idea that growth IS the right choice. I know, it’s been done and said 1000 times. But this time there’s a wolf involved so :)

Anyway, the Twilight (2008) gazebo scene is one of the most romantic moments in cinema I will give you that! And I don’t dislike Edward (getting past the obvious “in REAL life this would be dangerous behavior” conversation, he is just a deeply funny character to me lol). AND Jacob’s behavior in Eclipse and beyond is absolutely bizarre. I wish he would’ve gotten an ending totally separate from the Cullens, he already had a good thing going with Seth and Leah (the actual best characters)!!

Sorry this is very stream-of-consciousness I’m about to go to bed. You have a great week too!!! <3

[winterscaptain]

permanent.

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader a joyful future fic

a/n: just in case you missed it, i published a family tree for the hotchners! at this point, jack is married to bella and living in d.c. she’s a journalist for the washington division at the new york times and is generally pretty awesome. as always, lemme know what you think!

words: 3.1k warnings: language, hospital setting, canon-typical injury

summary: “write your injuries in dust, your benefits in marble” - benjamin franklin. au!december 2035

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“Come on, Soph! Go, baby, go!”

Your daughter is a vision. She streaks across the field, her green and yellow uniform almost melding with the grass as she keeps control of the ball. You can’t see her face too clearly, but you know she’s scanning the field with the same intensity you see in Aaron’s face beside you. 

Isaac plops down on the bench behind you, home from Los Angeles for winter break. “How’s she doing?” 

Aaron half-turns his head, keeping his eyes on the field. “Going for a hat trick - if she makes it, it’ll be her third this season.” 

“Excellent.” 

Caroline, down the field with her choir group, lounges happily between the legs of one of her friends, eating popcorn. When she sees you looking, she waves at you.

You wave back for a moment before your attention’s caught by a collective gasp and Aaron’s hand shoots to your forearm. You turn back to the field, but you missed it. 

Everyone’s moving and you don’t know why. 

With shocking agility for his age, Aaron all but leaps down the bleachers and onto the field. Your eyes search for Soph, but there are too many people on the field, all of a sudden. 

Caroline’s standing on the seat of the bleachers, her friends steadying her with their hands on her arms and ankles. 

There’s a hand, soft and scared on your shoulder. “Mom?”

You open your arms, and your nearly-grown son ducks under it, curling into you as you stand. “Do you want your earbuds?” 

You feel him nod and you pull them out of your bag. His trembling quiets a little after he fits them in his ears. 

There’s a clamber, and Caroline appears at your side. “What happened?” 

“I don’t know. I wasn’t watching.” 

She exhales, shaky and worried. “Where’s Dad?” 

“On the field.”

But where? 

You find Aaron, his salt-and-pepper hair stark in the autumn light. He’s talking to the referee, his brows low. 

You hear sirens. 

+++

“Oh, hey! What’s up, Mom?” 

You almost hate to ruin his mood. 

“Jack, honey, can you get down to the house at any point tonight?” 

You try not to grip the handle above the car door too tightly as Aaron races through the suburban streets, following the ambulance. Soph was definitely lucid when they loaded her up, but definitely in a lot of pain. 

“Ye - Yeah...Why?” 

“Soph’s headed to the ER - something happened on the soccer pitch today and her knee…” You shake your head. “I dunno. Her knee looks really bad.” 

“Fuck. Okay.” You hear him shuffle around and click his mouse - checking his schedule. “I can get down there after my last meeting at four - I’m headed there in a few minutes, but won’t be able to swing any earlier. I’d cancel it, but it’s literally SecDef and the Joint Chiefs and -” 

“That’s fine - I just need someone at the house with the kids until one of us can get back. Elliot’s at baseball practice until six and I’m not sure if -” 

“I’ll be there. I’ll get El and then I’ll swing by for Isaac and Caro if they’re still with y’all down there.” 

You glance over at Aaron and nod. He heaves a sigh of relief and mouths Thank you. 

“Thanks, Jack.” 

“Yeah. See you soon. Love you.” 

“Love you, too.”

+++

When you’re finally allowed in to see Sophia, her eyes are red and puffy with tears. Her right leg is braced and elevated at the knee. 

Her doctor explains the situation - dislocated knee and splintered patella with a torn meniscus and ACL. “This kind of traumatic knee injury poses a couple of issues…” 

He explains that the rehabilitation and surgery needs for both the ACL and meniscus are exceedingly different, and “It’s entirely possible Miss Sophia will experience permanent joint damage. However, we won’t know that until we have an orthopaedic surgeon look at it tomorrow.” 

“What about sports? Can I still play?” Soph tries to sit up farther, but Aaron’s arm shoots out, locking her against the bed across her shoulders. 

The doctor looks hesitant, and it’s all she needs to burst into tears again. Aaron moves, sitting on the side of the bed and wrapping her up in his arms. He looks over her head at you and your lower lip disappears into your mouth as you meet his gaze. 

You shift your attention to your other children sitting patiently behind you.

Caroline’s practically bit her nails to the quick - her hands looking more and more like her Aunt Emily’s as the moments pass. 

Isaac’s been sitting in the wide windowsill for the entire afternoon, his headphones on, staring out the window, his mouth tight and fingers tearing into the foam stress ball you keep in your purse. 

We’ll need another one of those. Or five.

 You get a phone call, and you step out. “Hey, Jack.” 

“Hey. Just got Elliot. We’re headed over to the hospital now. How’s she doing?” 

You sigh and press a hand to your forehead. 

“Oh, shit. That bad?” He asks. 

You don’t comment on his tell pickup. It’s in his blood, at this point. “Yeah. She’s definitely out for the rest of the season, and we’re looking at some long-term stuff, too.” 

“Fuck.” 

“Hey! I’m still here and she’s gonna kick your ass if you keep swearing in front of me, dude.” Elliot shouts from the back and it almost makes you smile. 

“I’m actually inclined to agree with you, Jack. We’ve got a dislocated and splintered patella in addition to a torn meniscus and ACL. It’s going to be a long rehab.” 

You hear a deep sigh into the bluetooth system in Jack’s car. “Well, I’ll stay here for the duration.” 

“No, no honey it’s alright. Your dad is home full-time and you’ve got a huge project reaching critical stages. Your room is all ready for you, but you really don’t have to hang around if you can’t manage the drive every day. And Bella -”

“Bells is looped in. She’s fine. She’s more than happy to tag out if we need to. Her deadlines are really loose right now what with the whole ‘nothing going on in Arlington’ thing this week. She’s heartbroken for Soph and wants to help where she can.” 

“Alright.” 

“Hey,” He huffs, sounding a lot like his dad. “I’ll let you go. I’ll text when I’m outside.” 

“Okay. Thanks, bud.” 

“Of course,” he says, like it’s the simplest thing in the world. “Anytime.” 

+++

Sophia’s sleeping when Alice and Hank come to visit later in the evening. Aaron went home a couple hours after Jack, planning to tag out with you later so you could get some sleep in your own bed before work tomorrow. 

Alice immediately embraces you, all but falling into your lap as you hold her. She’s shaking.

“Is she okay?” 

You push her back, smoothing some wayward edges at her hairline. “She will be.” 

Alice’s dark eyes fill with tears, and you brush them off her cheeks as they fall. 

“She’ll need your help, though. It’s gonna be a long time before we figure out what’s permanent and what’s not.” 

Alice nods and retreats, sitting in the plastic chair by Soph’s side, folding her arms on the mattress and laying her head on them. “Hey, Sofa,” she whispers, though Soph can’t hear her. 

“I haven’t heard that one in a while,” you tell her. Sofa is a nickname Derek gave Sophia when she was little. No big meaning to it, but it stuck. 

You wouldn’t be surprised if she stayed there all night. 

Hank lingers by the door. In the shadow of the room, you could easily mistake him for Derek, but that concerned pull at the corners of his eyes screams Savannah. 

Eventually, he crosses the room and sits on the little lounger beside you. 

He takes your hand and you kiss his knuckles. “I bet this isn’t how you wanted to spend your winter break, huh?” 

A little laugh leaves him. “Maybe not, but little Miss Thing over here dragged me out the door before I could get two words in edgewise.” He gestures vaguely toward Alice and you actually smile. 

“Yeah. In my experience, Morgan women don’t fuck around.” 

“You got that right,” comes a voice from the doorway. It’s Savannah, fresh off her shift and still in her white coat and scrubs. She scours over Sophia’s charts and checks on her before sitting on your other side. 

“Do you want the bad news or the good-but-also-kind-of-bad news?” She asks, almost inaudible. You glance up at Soph but Savannah shakes her head. “She’s out - those pain meds will leave this entire visit a blur.” 

You sigh. “Fine. Hit me with the bad shit.” 

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” 

Savannah rests her elbows on her knees. “I’ve seen a knee injury like this exactly once before. No matter what you do, they can’t and don’t always heal right. She could need a mobility device permanently, even after she’s healed, and I can tell you now she won’t play again.” 

That’s okay. She’s okay. 

Better soccer goes than her life. 

Soccer is her life. 

You only know that Alice can hear everything when her shoulders start to shake. She doesn’t make any noise as she cries. She’s like her dad that way. Hank stands and places a hand between her shoulder blades, but says nothing. 

“Is that the worst of it?” 

Savannah nods. “Yeah.” She takes a breath. “The kinda good news is that she’ll be totally fine no matter what obstacles she may run into. She’s tough. I wouldn’t expect anything less from a Hotchner.”

She snorts. “Hell, I watched you bounce back from crazy life-threatening shit with a quip and a grin.” 

You raise your eyebrows and shrug. “I do what I can.” 

+++

Caroline curls into her father’s side, her double bed big enough to manage the both of them. It feels a lot like when she was little - she’d have nightmares or couldn’t fall asleep and Aaron would come and sit with her until her breath was even and slow.

“Dad?”

“Mhmm?”

“What’s Soph gonna do about college?” Caroline’s voice is small, nearly smothered in Aaron’s shirt. “She already has scouting offers and stuff.” 

“Yeah,” he says with a sigh. “I’m not sure. We’ll all have to figure it out together, won’t we?”

+++

Aaron steps into the room, closing the sliding glass door behind him. Alice, just as you predicted, snoozes next to Sophia, her head pillowed on her arms. Sophia’s upper body almost arcs around her and she managed to snag one of Alice’s hands in her adjustment. 

Those two…

Maybe he won’t escape the inevitable after all. 

Morgan-Hotchner? Hotchner-Morgan? 

He really only ever prepared to lose his name with Caroline. Soph always seemed far too… herself to take on a new one. 

We’ll see.

You’re asleep in the pull-out chair, your brow drawn and arms crossed over your chest. He approaches you as quietly as he can, putting his go bag down and sitting beside you. 

Much to his chagrin, you startle awake. 

“Sorry,” he says in a whisper. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” 

You shake your head. “You didn’t.” Talking through your yawn, you add, “Just had a weird dream is all.” 

Aaron pulls you close and you relent, tucking into his side with a hand pressed to his chest. 

“Did Savannah come by?” He asks. 

You nod. 

“What did she say?” 

You sniff a little, more from the antiseptic smell than any emotional response - that will come later. “Soph won’t be able to play again unless fuckin’ divine intervention or some shit comes along and fixes her knee from scratch, but she’ll be able to move around just fine with a cane or brace or something after a while.” 

Aaron can only imagine it now - fits and righteous anger about getting around the house, watching games from the bench - the list could go on forever. “She’ll hate that.” 

You hum in agreement. “Just another parenting challenge. Already have the rest of the gamut covered neurodevelopmentally, so we were bound to get a physical challenge at some point.” 

“Never more than we can handle.” 

Shaking your head, you note, “This one just might do us in.” 

+++

“I swear to God, if I see you in the office at all this week I’m gonna smash your kneecaps in.” Emily pauses. “Sorry. Too soon?” 

“No, no, it’s fine.” You laugh a little and Soph sits up, her brow asking a question. 

You answer, pulling the phone away from your mouth. “Your Aunt Emily told me she’d smash my kneecaps if she saw me at the federal building this week.” 

Soph snorts. “Nice. We could match.” 

You reach over and tweak her nose. “We already match.” 

“Hey.” Emily grabs your attention again and you put your cell back to your ear. “I’m serious. I don’t want you to be here. Stay home for Soph right now and I’ll sign off on it and turn everything in for you.” 

You roll your eyes. “I can’t believe you turned into Rossi, Miss I’m Past Retirement Age But Twisted the Bureaus Arm to Let Me Work Myself to Death.”

She laughs and hangs up, leaving you and Sophia alone again in the hospital room. She tucks back into her Jello, taking bites that are way too big. 

“How are you feeling, bug?” You brush her cheekbone with your thumb and she shrugs. 

“Can you hand me my headband?” 

You reach over and dig around in her back until you find the wide swatch of colorful fabric. She takes it from you and shoves it over her head, pushing her hair back with practiced ease. 

She’s just like her dad. 

What? Loyal? 

Yeah. But also chronically avoidant. 

“You didn’t answer my question.” 

She huffs, playing with her fingers. “I’m fine. I think.” Her breath is shaky. “I can’t really tell with all the meds I’m on, but it feels… really bad.” 

When she looks over at you again, her eyes are glassy, tearful. “I know I can’t play again, maybe not even run.” 

You reach out for her hand, but don’t say anything. 

“Momma…” She pauses, looking down at her blanket. “Momma, I don’t know what I’m gonna do. I feel like I only know how to play soccer. I don’t know how - I don’t know if I want to do anything else. I’ve never thought about it before.” 

You run your thumb over her knuckles. “Soph, you can do so much. You have a great strategic mind - you think in these big, creative webs. It’s such an asset.” 

“Don’t profile me.” 

“I’m not profiling you, baby,” you tell her with a smile. “I just know that about you because you’re my daughter.”

Her mouth twists. “Right.” She looks down when her phone buzzes. 

“Who is it?” 

The corners of her lips tip up. “It’s Alice. She’s asking me if I want anything from the drive thru.”

You mirror her little smile. “That’s nice of her.” 

“Yeah.”

+++

“Alright so you have twenty nuggets, large fries,” Alice digs around in the bag, taking things out as she speaks. “And… a vanilla milkshake.” 

“God, I love you.” Sophia wraps her hand around Alice's head and pulls her close, pressing a kiss to her temple. 

Alice laughs, deep from her chest. “Shit, Soph, if all I have to do to secure your love is get you crap chicken, sign me up.” 

“You could get damn close.” 

Aaron watches the girls sit beside each other in the bed, taking turns dipping their nuggets in the sauce. They’ve always been this way, exchanging barbs and affection in equal measure. Symbiotic in the extreme, one is never far from the other. 

You’re home, getting everyone else in bed and settled for the evening. Isabella drove in a night early - Jack’s headed back to D.C. apartment for a series of days-long meetings at the Pentagon regarding his latest project. 

Aaron’s excited to see her. It’s been a helluva thing to see his son married, even more surreal to know and love his son’s wife like his own daughters. 

His phone rings. 

Speak of the devil. 

“Hey, Bella.” 

Sophia looks over at the mention of her sister-in-law, and Alice looks beside herself with delight. As well as being a hit among the parents, Bella’s a winner with the kids, too. 

Some days, Caroline likes her more than she likes Jack. 

“Hey, Pops. Want to tag out?” 

“Sure. I’ll switch with you. How long do you want to be here?” 

He can almost hear her shrug. “Eh. I’ll spend the night. My column isn’t due until the end of the week and I’ve got it covered. Don’t need to work, don’t really need to sleep. Win-win.”

“If you say so.” 

“I do. I’ll be there in twenty.” 

She hangs up before Aaron can respond, so he just pockets his phone and takes the loss. Sophia, after taking a sip of her milkshake, asks. “Is Bella here all night?” 

“Yeah, bug. She’ll be here.” 

Soph and Alice share a look. 

+++

“Well, Bella has more patience than I do,” Aaron says, dropping his go bag at the bedroom door. “She’s stuck with H&M for the rest of the night at the hospital.” 

You laugh, wrapping your arms around him. “I’m glad the girls have company, and fun company, at that.” 

“Fair enough.” 

The two of you quiet for a moment, and you tuck further under his arm, placing your hand over his heart. 

“Aaron?” 

His hand traces up and down your back, slow and steady. “Yeah?” 

“What can we do for her? She sounded so… defeated today.” 

And it’s true. You’ve never seen Soph like that, even at her lowest. If you were honest, it scared you a little. 

“We can be her parents. That’s all. And she’ll figure something out. If she needs to take a gap year, she’ll manage. She and Alice can search for programs together.” He sighs before he continues, leaning back to look at you. 

“All we can do is ask her what she needs and support her as best we can.” 

+++

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[peakyscillian]

Fluff Alphabet | Cillian Murphy |

Summary: hahaha I'm going to go sob in a corner after writing because of the Fluff! A/N: This template can be found here , not mine credit to the creator! NOT EDITED OR PROOF READ.

Masterlist NSFW Alphabet

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?) Cillian loves how you totally support him, in everything, you're willing to just be there for him and cheer him on, making sure he's well rested and getting everything he needs. You're just wanting to take care of him and support your man! B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?) Your neck, Cillian loves nuzzling into your neck when you're in bed and he's drifting off. You always smell so good there as well, its comforting. C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?) Cilian loves when your basically wrapped aroung him like a koala bear! He likes to feel you close. He's the big spoon in bed though! Legs tangled through yours, arms around you. D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?) Cillian is really into live music, so if you get him anything gig related he's so damn excited and thankful! E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?) Cillian is good at expressing his emotions around you, he will let you know if anything is bothering him, talk things out hoping you can help and he's constantly reminding you how much he loves you!

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?) Yes! You would both love a family, but you haven't got a set plan, if it happens then you'd both be overjoyed! G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?) Cillian loves giving spontaneous gifts so he'll come home with a little something or get something delivered to you. When it's your birthday he'll go all out, getting you the things you need and all the things you would never ask for.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?) Cillian loves holding hands, your hand fits perfectly in his, like it was made for him and he just likes to have a hold of your hand so he knows you're right there especially if its in a busy crowded place.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?) He would be beside himself, dropping everything to get to you! Insisting you didn't lift a finger until you were completely healed.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?) All.The.Time. He's the ultimate dad joker, loves some sarcasm & just likes to make you laugh. He's always doing something goofy to pull a smile onto your face.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?) Cillian is a traditional kind of guy, a good kiss on the lips that leads to full on makeing out, with his hands cupping your face, nipping at your lips. He's got passion!

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?) Cute little texts if he's had to leave before you woke up, sometimes a note resting against the coffee machine. Coffee in bed when he's home. Of course telling you just how much he loves and adores you everyday!

M = Memory (favorite memory together?) The moment he spotted you on your first date, you were so nervous you were stumbling over basically thin air, you didn't stop rambling all evening and he just felt so in awe of you.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?) Losing you because of something he can't control like the media or fans.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?) He can NOT sit still, have you seen this man in interviews the fidgeting. I'm here for it, but sometimes you just want to watch love island without him fidgeting next to you!

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?) He's very much a 'baby' 'darling' 'love' kind of man. BONUS: Cillian is BUB ok, he is my bub!

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?) Walks! sunday morning hikes, with hot coffee, just you and him hiking and chatting about your weeks, making plans, occasionally your stopping because he needs to kiss you! Followed by a big breakfast at the local pub!

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?) Breathless Love By Lucero 100%

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?) So open, you know everything about each other, hell! he knows all your friends secrets as well because he doesn't count as not telling anyone duh! Cillian couldn't keep a secret from you if he tried!

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?) Cillian had his doubts his life isn't normal but you took it slow and were officially together two months after your first date.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?) Cillian HATES to see you upset, whenever you're upset he has to make things right again, he's very overprotective if someone has upset you.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?) He's so proud of you for completing your studies and he's going to tell anyone who listens that his girl just graduated and is going to go on to do *insert dream job here* This guy even got social media so he could show you off!

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?) He would 100% fight for beside you! he knows you can hold your own, you don't need him to fight for you but he'll be by your side.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?) Cillian can read you so well, he's so in tune with your every emotion. Sometimes it's frustrating you just want a moody day!!

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?) Definitely low-key probably in the house, just you two maybe a few friends. He'd have a whole speech prepared but in the end he's just a bumbling over his words and 'basically i love you marry me?'

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?) You! Just being there, maybe stroking his hair you know thats so calming, holding him to keep him grounded, little kisses to his cheeks, whispering sweet little stories in his ear as he relaxes finally.

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[opera-simplified]

Opera Simplified #7: Les Huguenots—Part II

Les Huguenots

(The Huguenots)

Opera Simplified #7

The Basics:

Music: Giacomo Meyerbeer

Libretto: Augustin Eugène Scribe and Émile de Saint-Amand Deschamps

Premiere: February 29, 1836; Salle Le Peletier (Opéra national de Paris), Paris, France.

Based on: No direct source material except history, although some scenes (though not the plot as a whole) are likely very loosely based on scenes from Prosper Mérimée’s 1829 novel Chronique du règne du Charles IX (Chronicle of the Reign of Charles IX).

Setting: The French province of Touraine (Acts I-II) and Paris, France (Acts III-V); August 1572.

Characters:

Marguérite de Valois, Princess of France, sister of King Charles IX, and soon-to-be Queen of Navarre—soprano

Urbain, her favorite page—soprano*

Valentine de Saint-Bris, her favorite lady-in-waiting—soprano*

Raoul de Nangis, a Huguenot nobleman—tenor

Marcel, his servant and formerly grandfather’s ward, also a seasoned soldier—bass

Le Comte de Saint-Bris, Valentine’s father, leader of the Catholic noble faction, and governor of the Louvre—bass-baritone

Le Comte de Nevers, Valentine’s fiancé, a Catholic nobleman—baritone

Tavannes, also a Catholic nobleman—tenor

Cossé, another Catholic nobleman—tenor

Thoré, yet another Catholic nobleman—tenor

de Retz, still another Catholic nobleman—baritone

Méru, there are way too many extra Catholic noblemen in this opera—baritone

Maurevert, *sigh* ditto except he’s a Special Plotting One in Act III—baritone

Léonard, Nevers’ valet—tenor**

Bois-Rosé, a Huguenot captain—tenor

A nightwatchman—bass

Two ladies-in-waiting—sopranos

Two Catholic girls—soprano and mezzo-soprano

Two Roma girls—soprano and mezzo-soprano

Three monks—tenor and two basses

Henri de Bourbon, the Huguenot King of Navarre and Marguérite’s eventual husband—silent

*Note: While Urbain and Valentine were intended to be sung by sopranos, both roles have a history of being cast with mezzo-sopranos, although this is much more extensive in the case of Urbain than of Valentine.

**In some productions and recordings, Léonard is turned into a trouser role mezzo.

The Opera, Very Simplified: “Way out yonder somewheres, the Lord’s great heart must break at seein’ how men treat one another an’ say they’re doin’ it all for His sake.” -Carlisle Floyd, Susannah, Act I, Scene 5

This is Part II, aka Acts IV and V. If you haven’t read Part I (Acts I-III), here it is. Go read that first.

THE OPERA (or at least the last two acts of it):

ACT IV:

Evening, August 23. A hall in the Comte de Nevers’ townhouse in Paris. Portraits of Nevers’ ancestors and relatives line the walls. A large door and a Gothic window are at the back. On the left is a door leading to Valentine’s private apartments. On the right is a fireplace and a closet, the entrance to which is covered by a tapestry. Also on the right is a large window overlooking the street. Valentine enters alone and collapses onto a sofa.

Valentine: AT LAST I’M ALONE AT HOME **

wait. oh no. NOW I HAVE NOTHING TO DISTRACT ME FROM MY SORROW SO I GUESS I’LL VENT BECAUSE I HONESTLY REALLY NEED TO DO THAT

DAD THE REST OF MY LIFE IS GOING TO BE A LIVING NIGHTMARE BECAUSE YOU KNEW I’M IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE AND YET YOU MARRIED ME OFF ANYWAY

AND AS FOR YOU, GOD, YOU TURNED A DEAF EAR WHEN I BEGGED YOU TO HELP ME AND YOU ALLOWED THIS MARRIAGE TO HAPPEN ANYWAY AND I’M TRYING MY BEST HERE SO AT LEAST HAVE SOME PITY ON ME AND LET ME FORGET RAOUL BECAUSE OTHERWISE I JUST MIGHT LOSE MY MIND

I can’t stop thinking about Raoul; I spend my days crying and dreaming about him! And that only makes me feel more horrible, because I know it’s a sin to even think about him, much less be in love with him, and I want to forget him so badly, but I just can’t!

I hear his voice constantly everywhere—even here, in the very house I share with my husband, and it’s like I can’t hear anything else, not even the voice of my conscience, of God!

And that makes me feel the worst of all: I can’t even pray without thinking about him! I‘m trying with everything I have, I go and kneel before the altar and try to pray like a good Catholic, but every time, I see his face! GOD I JUST TRY TO PRAY BUT I CAN’T WITHOUT PICTURING HIM AND SEEING HIM EVERYWHERE

I DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW RAOUL HAS THIS HOLD ON ME I CAN’T EVEN FOCUS ON GOD BECAUSE OF ALL THIS SO IT’S USELESS TO TRY TO ESCAPE HIM BECAUSE MY MESSED-UP BRAIN IS JUST GOING TO KEEP THINKING ABOUT HIM ISN’T IT MY GOD I CAN’T HELP IT I WANT TO FORGET HIM SO BADLY BUT MY MIND ALWAYS GOES BACK TO HIM AND I CAN’T HANDLE THIS ANYMORE

*Raoul appears in the back doorway and Valentine sees him.*

ARE YOU KIDDING ME

Please, God, just let me have ONE (1) GOOD DAY????????

God, somewhere: Oh my God, you again? Give it a rest, buddy!

Raoul: Yes…it’s me…look at me, coming here in the middle of the night like I’m a criminal or something…BUT I CAN’T HANDLE THIS ANYMORE I LOVE YOU AND I’M GONNA DIE OF DESPAIR

Valentine: WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE

Raoul: I WANT WAFFLE FRIES

Valentine: It’s 1572, those don’t exist yet, and I’m honestly kinda frightened WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME

Raoul: Nothing…only to see you one last time before I DIE

Valentine: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE GOING TO DIE ALSO SERIOUSLY WHY ARE YOU HERE DID YOU FORGET THAT MY DAD AND/OR MY HUSBAND COULD BE HERE

Raoul: Nope, I’m well aware of that.

Valentine: THEY’RE BOTH STILL REALLY MAD AT YOU AND IF THEY FIND YOU HERE WITH ME THEY’LL KILL YOU SO LEAVE SO YOU DON’T GET KILLED

Raoul: Actually, the part about them finding me here with you and then killing me is my exact plan.

*Footsteps are heard outside.*

Valentine: THERE ARE PEOPLE COMING GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE

Raoul: NOPE I’M STAYING HERE AND I’LL WAIT FOR THEM TO FIND AND KILL ME

Valentine: RAOUL THAT IS LITERALLY THE WORST IDEA OF ALL TIME

*She cracks open the door and looks into the hallway outside.*

RAOUL MY DAD AND MY HUSBAND ARE COMING AND IF THEY FIND YOU HERE I’LL BE DISHONORED AND RUINED FOREVER SO AT LEAST FOR MY SAKE PLEASE HIDE

*She hides Raoul in the closet. In the nick of time too, because almost immediately Nevers and Saint-Bris enter with four other Catholic noblemen.*

Saint-Bris: The Queen Mother has told us all to meet here. We’re all here, so, as she requested, it is now time for me to tell you about these plans, which have been in the making for a long time and which are protected by God!

Valentine: (Huh? I have a bad feeling about this…)

Saint-Bris: Valentine? What are you doing here?

Valentine: …I live here?

Saint-Bris: You. Out. Now.

Nevers: Hold up a second, why does she have to leave? I mean, I have no idea what our plans are beyond “religious matters that the royal family is getting involved in”, but she’s as devout a Catholic as any of us, so there shouldn’t be any issue with her learning about the supreme orders of our Queen Mother and our God!

Saint-Bris: …Fine.

*The nobles, including Nevers, gather around Saint-Bris.*

Do you want to save our country from going through more war?

Nobles: YES WE DO

Saint-Bris: Do you want to strike down the enemies of our government and our faith, enemies that lurk within our country and threaten to destroy our homeland?

Nobles: THAT SOUNDS AWESOME AND WE ARE SO READY TO DO THAT

Saint-Bris: Good! The sword of God’s wrath is now hanging over those very same enemies—within the next day, the Huguenots, every last wicked one of them, will be wiped off the face of the earth.

Valentine: (WAIT WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!)

Nevers: *stunned* But…who condemns them to this?

Saint-Bris: God!

Nobles: GOD!

Nevers: And who’s going to kill them?

Saint-Bris: We are!

Nobles: WE ARE!

Nevers: *horrified* We are? WE ARE???????????

*Saint-Bris looks at Nevers distrustfully and then begins a speech of the distinctly “lofty way of describing unspeakable horrors” kind, conspicuously aiming his words towards Nevers.*

Saint-Bris: In this holy cause, I will obey my God and my King, no questions asked, no misgivings, no fear! Count on my courage; I pledge my word and my faith to you!

Nobles: ALMIGHTY GOD SAVE OUR FAITH!!!! WE OBEY OUR KING!!!!!

Nevers: (WHAT ARE THEY SAYING????? I ONLY PLEDGE MY WORD AND FAITH TO WHAT’S HONORABLE AND GOOD)

Valentine: (How can I stop them? God, strengthen me, give me courage, and have mercy on me! Almighty God, have mercy on us all!)

Saint-Bris: *turning back to the nobles* Can the King count on you?

Nobles: YES HE CAN WE SWEAR IT

Saint-Bris: I’ll be leading you all; can I count on you too?

Nobles: WE WILL FOLLOW YOU

Saint-Bris and Valentine: (What??? Nevers isn’t saying anything!)

Valentine: (What is he going to say? I’m afraid…)

Nevers: *exploding* It’s all fine and good to fight on the battlefield, but NOT TO KILL UNARMED, DEFENSELESS PEOPLE JUST TRYING TO LIVE THEIR LIVES!!! To murder ordinary people in the dead of night, stabbing them with daggers like cowardly, common assassins—that’s not right, and I WILL NOT STAND FOR IT!!!

Saint-Bris: BUT THE KING HAS COMMANDED IT

Nevers: He may command me to, but I will not listen. This is dishonorable in the highest order, and I will not do it! I will not betray myself, my honor, my family, or anything I stand for!

*He gestures to the portraits on the walls.*

You see these portraits of my ancestors? I look at them and I see the glory of my heritage—I count many soldiers, but no assassins! And I’m not about to become the first!

Saint-Bris: So you’re betraying our faith?

Nevers: NO! But I refuse to join in this slaughter! And I will save my sword, the symbol of my nobility and honor, from such gross dishonor! I will not let it be used in this slaughter!

*He breaks his sword over his knee and throws it on the ground.*

Now take it! Here it is! LET GOD JUDGE BETWEEN US

Valentine: THANK YOU FOR BEING A GOOD PERSON FROM THIS MOMENT FORWARD I’M YOURS AND NO LONGER MY FATHER’S anyway come here I have to tell you something—

*Before she’s able to pull him aside and tell him what she was going to tell him [and we never find out what she was going to tell him], the door opens again and a crowd of constables, magistrates, and leaders of the city militia enters.*

Saint-Bris: *pointing to Nevers* Arrest the Comte de Nevers, my son-in-law. Hold him in jail until tomorrow. Until then, all of you will answer to me for him.

Valentine: (May Heaven calm my father’s wrath!)

Saint-Bris and Nobles: IN THIS HOLY CAUSE I WILL OBEY MY GOD AND MY KING NO QUESTIONS ASKED NO MISGIVINGS AND NO FEAR

Valentine: I’M FILLED WITH TERROR AND I CAN’T HANDLE IT GOD HAVE MERCY ON ME

Nevers: My cause is the truly just and holy one! I can and I must stand against this, I must stand up and resist my King!

*Nevers is arrested and led out through the back. Saint-Bris threateningly signals to Valentine that she must leave the room, so she goes into her private apartments but stands at the door, listening. A large group of nobles enters.*

Saint-Bris: You all have shown your devotion to God, our country, and the faithful people of our city by coming here today and answering God’s call. Now, we have a lot of logistics to get through for this operation, so EVERYONE LISTEN UP

Spread out through the city later tonight, when it’s dark and no one else is out. Get on every last street, and make sure that no one hears you. And then, there’ll be a signal—I will tell you about that in a moment—and at that signal, it will all begin!

Everyone Else: WE’LL ALL START AT THE SAME TIME

Saint-Bris: Now, it’s time to talk targets.

*He points to a man in the crowd.*

You, de Besme, and your soldiers will surround the Admiral’s house. LET HIM BE THE FIRST ONE TO DIE ***

Everyone Else: YEAH LET HIM BE THE FIRST ONE TO DIE

Saint-Bris: *pointing to another man in the crowd* Go to the Hôtel de Nesle! All the other Huguenot leaders will be there tonight, throwing a party to celebrate the wedding of Marguérite de Valois and the King of Navarre! ****

Everyone Else: YEAH GO TO THE HÔTEL DE NESLE AND KILL THEM ALL

Saint-Bris: ALRIGHT EVERYONE LISTEN UP THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT

When the bell of Saint-Germain l’Auxerrois rings for the first time, everyone be absolutely silent and very careful, and get your soldiers and weapons ready. *****

*He points to another man in the crowd.*

But you, run through the city and rouse the alarm! I’m counting on you to be discreet so the Huguenots don’t suspect anything!

*He addresses everyone once more.*

And when that holy bell rings for a second time, that will be the true signal! AT THAT SIGNAL OF HEAVEN’S VENGEANCE WE WILL ALL RISE UP AND KILL EVERY LAST HUGUENOT

God, who already hears and blesses you, will lead you! ONWARD CHRISTIAN SOLDIERS

*He leaves the room for a moment. Valentine pokes her head out the door on the left as everyone gets into place.*

Valentine: OH GOD HOW CAN I HELP HIM HE HAS TO LISTEN TO ALL THIS AND HE CAN’T EVEN GET OUT I WANT TO RUN TO HIS SIDE BUT IT’S WAY TOO RISKY

DEAR GOD THIS IS SO DANGEROUS PLEASE SAVE RAOUL AND LET ME DIE INSTEAD

*She goes back into her apartments. Saint-Bris returns with three monks, who carry baskets filled with white scarves and set them to the side.*

Saint-Bris and the Monks: GLORY BE TO THE GREAT GOD OF VENGEANCE AND TO THE FAITHFUL CHRISTIAN SOLDIER WHO SERVES HIM BY THE SWORD

*All the noblemen and city officials kneel as they draw their swords and daggers.*

Holy weapons, which will soon be soaked with unclean blood, by which God the Most High will strike down His enemies, be blessed!

*The monks bless the weapons.*

Everyone: GLORY BE TO THE GREAT GOD OF VENGEANCE AND TO THE FAITHFUL CHRISTIAN SOLDIER WHO SERVES HIM BY THE SWORD

*Saint-Bris points to two of the items he is wearing: a white scarf tied around one arm and the Cross of Anjou.* ******

Saint-Bris: Let all of us Catholics wear this white scarf and this unblemished cross so we can distinguish ourselves, Heaven’s chosen, from the others!

Saint-Bris and the Monks: SHOW NO MERCY START KILLING AND DON’T STOP KILL EVERYONE WHO FLEES OR TRIES TO HIDE FROM YOU

Everyone Else: STRIKE THEM DOWN

Saint-Bris and the Monks: IF ONE OF THEIR FIGHTERS IS BEGGING YOU FOR THEIR LIFE—

Everyone Else: STRIKE THEM DOWN

Saint-Bris and the Monks: SHOW NO MERCY KILL THEM ALL LET THEM ALL DIE BY THE SWORD AND THE FIRE INCLUDING THE ELDERLY AND THE WOMEN AND THE CHILDREN

ANATHEMA UPON THEM!!!

Everyone: ANATHEMA UPON THEM MAY THEY ALL BE DAMNED IN HELL

Saint-Bris and the Monks: God does not know them!

*Everyone with weapons holds them up, and as if it’s even possible, become more whipped up in the frenzy as they run forward.*

Everyone: GOD WILLS IT GOD COMMANDS IT SHOW MERCY TO NO ONE

GOD WILL GRANT US FORGIVENESS FOR OUR SINS IF WE SERVE HIM BY SLAUGHTERING HIS ENEMIES SO LET THE SWORDS GLEAM AND LET THE HUGUENOTS’ BLOOD FLOW BECAUSE WE WILL BE REWARDED IN HEAVEN FOR DOING THIS

GOD WILLS IT GOD COMMANDS IT SHOW MERCY TO NO ONE AND HE WILL GRANT US FORGIVENESS FOR OUR SINS IF WE SERVE HIM BY SLAUGHTERING HIS ENEMIES

GOD WILLS IT SPARE NO ONE HE WILL FORGIVE US GOD WILLS IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Saint-Bris: WAIT EVERYONE SHUT UP I HAVE SUDDENLY REALIZED THAT THERE MAY BE PEOPLE LISTENING IN ON US

A Monk: YEAH EVERYONE WHAT HE SAID SHUT UP

Saint-Bris: MAKE SURE NO ONE BETRAYS US

A Monk: WHAT HE SAID

Saint-Bris and the Monks: Let’s all leave without making any noise! But first…

*The monks signal for everyone to kneel and then bless them. The people rise after they have been blessed by the monks.*

Everyone: IN THIS HOLY CAUSE I WILL OBEY MY GOD AND MY KING NO QUESTIONS ASKED, NO MISGIVINGS, AND NO FEAR!!! COUNT ON MY COURAGE I PLEDGE MY WORD AND MY FAITH TO YOU

alright everyone now we really need to be quiet but we’ll start at midnight! don’t make any noise! make sure nothing betrays us and that they don’t find out about this! let’s go! but first…

*Despite having literally just said they need to be quiet, they choose to scream the next three words as loudly as possible.*

GOD WILLS IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

alright everyone we start at midnight! see you then!

*Everyone leaves. Raoul cautiously lifts the tapestry to make sure everyone has gone and then runs to the door at the back, but stops when he hears it being locked from outside. Valentine comes in through the door on the left.*

Valentine: WHERE ARE YOU GOING

*She tries to stop him.*

ANSWER ME RAOUL

Raoul: Where am I going?…I have to go help my brethren! I HAVE TO WARN THEM ABOUT THIS SO WE CAN STOP THEM FROM KILLING US ALL

Valentine: DO YOU WANT TO KILL MY FATHER AND MY HUSBAND???

Raoul: I MUST PUNISH MURDERERS

Valentine: But…it’s useless…they’re armed in the name of God—

Raoul: DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT

Valentine: I DON’T KNOW THIS IS JUST REALLY MESSED UP

Raoul: And this is the God that your religion worships! A God who orders you to massacre your fellow human beings, your fellow Frenchmen!

Valentine: DON’T BLASPHEME GOD IS MERCIFUL AND CARES ABOUT YOU HE WANTS YOU TO LIVE

*Raoul tries to find a way out of the room.*

DON’T LEAVE

Raoul: BUT I HAVE TO

Valentine: YOU’RE GOING TO GET YOURSELF KILLED

Raoul: BUT I’LL BE BETRAYING MY HONOR AND MY FRIENDS IF I STAY HERE

Every second, our destruction is coming closer, time is running out—just let me leave!

Valentine: BUT YOU’LL BE DEFENSELESS OUT THERE AND THEY’LL KILL YOU DON’T LEAVE RAOUL

Raoul: Valentine…

Valentine: YOU’RE THE ONLY GOOD THING IN MY LIFE

Raoul: THEY’RE ABOUT TO KILL ALL MY BRETHREN

Valentine: IF YOU GO I’LL DIE

Raoul: THERE ARE MORE IMPORTANT PRIORITIES HERE PLEASE JUST LET ME LEAVE

Valentine: I am going to figure out how to get you to stay here!

Raoul: I HAVE TO LEAVE YOU MY HONOR DEMANDS IT

Valentine: RAOUL PLEASE FOR MERCY’S SAKE JUST LISTEN TO ME

Raoul: I HAVE TO LEAVE

*Raoul frees himself from Valentine’s arms and runs toward the door (even though it’s locked), but she follows and stops him.*

Valentine: SO HELP ME GOD YOU ARE NOT GOING TO STEP OVER THAT THRESHOLD I WON’T LET YOU

Raoul: Don’t you know…I’m guilty of sin just by being here alone with you, listening to you?

Valentine: YOU DON’T THINK THAT I KNOW THAT??? But I do it anyway, because at this moment I only see you, and my only thought is that your life is in grave danger!

Stay here, Raoul! Since you love me, if nothing else, I’m begging you, stay here for my sake…IF YOU DIE THEN I’LL DIE TOO STAY HERE!!!!!!!!!

*She starts sobbing.*

Stay here—I love you!

Raoul: You love me? You love me??? YOU LOVE ME????????

WHAT RAPTURE AND BLISS IT’S AS IF YOUR WORDS CAME FROM HEAVEN ITSELF I CAN DIE HAPPY AT YOUR FEET RIGHT NOW

Valentine: …shit. Did I really just say that?!

Raoul: *ecstatic* You said it…YOU SAID IT!!!

You said it—you love me! It’s like a star has begun to shine in the darkness of my life…I’m reborn, this is the pure air of heaven itself…There, forever, forgetting, forgotten…You said it—you love me!

Valentine: OH GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE

Raoul: Speak again, make this moment last even longer, it feels like a dream, an indescribable dream…if it is a dream, let me never wake up!

Valentine: WHAT HAVE I DONE

Raoul: SPEAK AGAIN AND MAKE THIS MOMENT LAST LONGER IF IT’S A DREAM I NEVER WANT TO WAKE UP AGAIN

Valentine: OH GOD THE HOUR HAS STRUCK IT’S DEATH AND THERE’S NO FUTURE

Raoul: IF THIS JOY I FEEL IS A DREAM LET ME NEVER WAKE UP YOU SAID IT YOU LOVE ME

Valentine: DEATH HAS COME THE HOUR IS STRUCK THERE’S NO MORE FUTURE

Raoul: Night of love…

Valentine: Night of death!

Raoul: I HAVE A GREAT IDEA LET’S ESCAPE PARIS TOGETHER AND RUN AWAY WITH EACH OTHER

Valentine: NO THAT’S A TERRIBLE IDEA AND I’M TERRIFIED

Raoul: YOU SAID IT YOU LOVE ME

*He tenderly draws her toward the door.*

Come…let’s run away…

Valentine: No…stay here…

Raoul: Come…let’s run away…

Valentine: No…stay here…

Raoul: Come! Come!

*In the distance, the bell of Saint-Germain l’Auxerrois tolls for the first time. Raoul remains lost in the moment.*

Do you hear that?

Valentine: IT’S MAKING MY BLOOD RUN COLD

Raoul: It’s a cry of rage, rising from the darkness…

*He puts a hand to his face as if waking from a dream.*

Wait a second, where was I?

Valentine: You were by my side, Raoul!

Raoul: OH FUCK NOW I REMEMBER THAT BELL IS THE SIGNAL FOR THE MASSACRE NO NO NO

*He frees himself from Valentine’s embrace.*

NO MORE LOVE OR ECSTATIC BLISS I HAVE MASSIVELY FUCKED UP BY STAYING HERE WITH YOU I CAN SEE MY BRETHREN BEING SLAUGHTERED BEFORE MY VERY EYES MY FRIENDS NEED ME SO I CAN’T STAY HERE AND LISTEN TO YOU ANYMORE

I HAVE TO GO DEFEND THEM OR DIE WITH THEM

Valentine: YOU’RE JUST GOING TO COMPLETELY IGNORE OUR LOVE AND RUN OFF TO GET YOURSELF KILLED??? OVER MY DEAD BODY!!!

Raoul: NO MORE LOVE OR ECSTATIC BLISS I HAVE MASSIVELY FUCKED UP BY STAYING HERE WITH YOU

Valentine: RAOUL I THINK YOU’RE LOSING YOUR MIND WHY ARE YOU COMPLETELY IGNORING ME I’M TRYING TO MAKE SURE YOU DON’T DIE I’M ALSO GOING THROUGH A LOT OF SHIT WITH ALL THIS AND BESIDES YOU CAN’T DEFEND YOURSELF FROM THE POWER OF TRUE LOVE

Raoul: I CAN SEE MY BRETHREN BEING SLAUGHTERED BEFORE MY VERY EYES MY FRIENDS NEED ME SO I CAN’T STAY HERE AND LISTEN TO YOU ANYMORE I HAVE TO GO DEFEND THEM OR DIE WITH THEM

Valentine: RAOUL AT LEAST LISTEN TO ME OR ELSE I’LL DIE RIGHT HERE AT YOUR FEET

*The bell of Saint-Germain l’Auxerrois tolls for the second time. Valentine throws her arms around Raoul in an attempt to restrain him. The Saint Bartholomew’s Day Massacre begins.*

Raoul: THE END HAS COME THE HOUR HAS STRUCK HEAVEN WILLS THAT I MUST DIE AND MY FRIENDS NEED ME SO I HAVE TO GO DEFEND THEM

Valentine: *as if about to lose her mind* NO NO NO NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Raoul: YOU’RE TRYING TO STOP ME BUT SO HELP ME GOD I AM GETTING OUT OF HERE

Valentine: I’M NOT LEAVING YOU

Raoul: GOD GIVE ME COURAGE

Valentine: HERE JUST GO AHEAD AND STAB ME TO DEATH

*Raoul drags Valentine to the window.*

Raoul: LOOK LOOK SEE WHAT’S HAPPENING OUTSIDE SEE THOSE BLEEDING CORPSES

*Valentine finally realizes the true extent of what is happening.*

Valentine: OH GOD I’M LOSING MY MIND THIS IS ABSOLUTELY MONSTROUS AND EVIL

Raoul…they’ll kill you…have mercy…I feel like I’m dying…

*She faints.*

Raoul: VALENTINE WAKE UP I DON’T LIKE THIS VALENTINE WAKE UP!!! HEY, HELLO???

What should I do?…This is all just so terrible…Can I still resist her tears?

*The bell begins to ring again.*

NO I HAVE TO LEAVE

*Valentine begins to regain consciousness.*

MERCIFUL GOD PROTECT HER *******

*He jumps out the window to the street below. Valentine screams and faints a second time.*

Notes

Act V: **

Scene 1: ***

Shortly after midnight, August 24, the grand ballroom of the Hôtel de Nesle [one of the previously-named targets]. The Huguenot nobles have all gathered to throw a party for the celebration of Henri and Marguérite’s wedding. Much dancing ensues. Henri and Marguérite briefly appear with their royal entourage, including Urbain, and are greeted by the Huguenots before they leave. The bell of Saint-Germain l’Auxerrois rings repeatedly, but the Huguenots, unaware of what is happening outside, continue dancing until a loud noise is suddenly heard outside. Raoul rushes in, pale, disheveled, and covered in blood.

Raoul: TO ARMS EVERYONE THEY’RE SLAUGHTERING ALL THE HUGUENOTS AND THE FAR BANK OF THE SEINE IS OVERFLOWING WITH BLOOD AND THE GANGS OF HIRED ASSASSINS WILL BE HERE TO KILL US AT ANY MOMENT NOW

By the light of their torches, I saw soldiers running everywhere to slaughter us all, all in a frenzy…and in the darkness they were screaming “STRIKE THEM DOWN! GOD HAS CONDEMNED THEM!!!”

I saw unarmed warriors be murdered in the street…and the Catholics attacked Coligny’s house! With a thirst for vengeance in whatever hearts they may have had and with their cowardly daggers, they stabbed him to death—a thousand blows!

*He gestures to his clothes.*

HERE IS COLIGNY’S BLOOD

Huguenot Nobles: OH GOD THAT’S HIS BLOOD

Raoul: WHAT A MONSTROUS CRIME IT’S UNHEARD OF

Huguenot Nobles: THIS IS COMPLETELY UNHEARD OF WHAT A HORRIBLE CRIME ****

Raoul: …But we will not go down without a fight! VENGEANCE!!! IN COLIGNY’S NAME, VENGEANCE!!!

LET’S GET OUR WEAPONS AND FIGHT BACK AND GO TO THE DEFENSE OF OUR MARTYRS AND HEROES

Huguenot Nobles: LET’S GO

Raoul: WAR FOR WAR LET’S AVENGE THE SLAUGHTER OF OUR BRETHREN WITH THE BLOOD OF THEIR MURDERERS

Huguenot Nobles: THIS MEANS WAR

Raoul: LET’S GET OUR WEAPONS AND FIGHT BACK AND GO TO THE DEFENSE OF OUR MARTYRS AND HEROES

Huguenot Nobles: YES LET’S DO IT

Raoul: WE ARE NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS SITTING DOWN WE WILL FIGHT BACK AND AVENGE THIS MASSACRE

Raoul and Huguenot Nobles: YES LET’S GO GET REVENGE AND HELP DEFEND EACH OTHER AND WE’LL DIE TRYING IF NEED BE

*Raoul and the other men draw their swords. Everyone runs out of the Hôtel through every possible exit.*

Scene 2:

Shortly after the previous scene. A cemetery on the outskirts of Paris, with a Huguenot church in the background. Bullets have shattered some of the glass in the church windows. On the left is a door leading to the interior of the church; on the right is a gate that overlooks a crossroads. A group of Protestants, led by Marcel, hurriedly builds a barricade to protect the area. Marcel, who has been wounded, helps everyone else get inside the church and then frantically begins to search the area for Raoul, who appears soon after.

Raoul: MARCEL IT’S YOU I THOUGHT I RECOGNIZED YOU THANK GOD YOU’RE ALIVE

Marcel: MY GOOD MASTER RAOUL THANK GOD I GET TO SEE YOU AGAIN

Raoul: YOU WERE WOUNDED?!?!?!

Marcel: What does it matter?

Raoul: I WILL AVENGE THIS

Marcel: You really think you’ll be able to? We’re surrounded on all sides by the Catholics. This church is the only Huguenot church in all of Paris that they haven’t taken yet. This is our last refuge. The women, the children, all the defenseless are inside the church right now, waiting for death.

I know you want to be the hero, Raoul, but try as we may, there’s nothing we can do to stop this. All we can do now is share their death.

*They turn to go into the church, but Valentine, disheveled and out of breath, runs in with a white scarf on her arm and two more in hand.*

Valentine: WHERE ARE YOU GOING

Raoul: TO GLORY

Marcel: TO MARTYRDOM

Valentine: NO YOU’RE NOT GOING TO DIE GOD HAS INSPIRED ME AND HAS GUIDED ME TO YOU SO I CAN SAVE YOU

Raoul: WAIT DO YOU ACTUALLY HAVE A WAY TO SAVE US

Valentine: Yes!

*She hands them the extra scarves.*

Tie these white scarves onto your arms. The soldiers will let you through their lines and you’ll have safe passage all the way to the Louvre! Thankfully, I did a little extra planning just a bit ago and I got the Queen Mother to agree to let you be spared, if you want… *****

Raoul: Hold up. Is there a catch?

Valentine: …Yeah. You kinda sorta have to convert to Catholicism once you get there.

*Raoul and Marcel throw the scarves down.*

Raoul: NOPE NEVER I’M NOT BETRAYING MY FAITH IF I DID AS YOU ASKED I WOULD BE DISHONORED AND I STILL COULDN’T EVEN BE WITH YOU EVERYTHING KEEPS US APART AND ALSO YOU’RE MARRIED TO SOMEONE ELSE

Valentine: Actually, about that…let’s just say I can love you now without it being a sin.

Raoul: Wait, what?

Marcel: I hadn’t gotten the chance to tell you yet, but the only reason I’m not dead right now is because Nevers, that truly noble warrior, saved my life from a Catholic attack! He was so brave…and the Catholics murdered him! He is dead, God rest his soul.

Raoul [and also probably about half the audience]: WAIT NEVERS IS DEAD??? ******

Valentine: WE DON’T HAVE TIME TO TALK ABOUT THIS WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE

Raoul: Duty…love…what am I supposed to do? I CAN’T CHOOSE

Marcel: RAOUL FOR CRYING OUT LOUD

Raoul: Marcel…can’t you see that I actually have a chance of having a future, a life full of happiness with the woman I love?

Marcel: Can’t you see the hand of God that is stopping you?

Valentine: COME ON LET’S GO

Raoul: NOPE I’M STAYING HERE WITH MARCEL AND WE’RE GOING TO DIE FOR OUR FAITH

Valentine: SO, THEN, I’LL HAVE TO WATCH YOU DIE???

I’ll have to endure exile, without you, on this earth where we have suffered, where we have loved? Me staying here without you—YOU REALLY BELIEVE THAT?!?!?!

GOOD LORD NONE OF YOU MEN UNDERSTAND WHAT TRUE LOVE IS SO VERY WELL THEN I AM A WOMAN AND I WILL SHOW YOU WHAT TRUE LOVE IS

When we are so, so close to being together, you want to escape me through death? NOPE THAT IS NOT HAPPENING NOT ON MY WATCH I DON’T KNOW IF I’LL BE RISKING MY SOUL BUT COME HEAVEN OR HELL NO MATTER WHAT I’M NEVER LEAVING YOU AGAIN

EVERYTHING HAS TURNED UPSIDE DOWN AND I DON’T RECOGNIZE ANYTHING ANYMORE

You curse my faith…I embrace yours!

Now God can act in accordance with His will—we will be together on earth and in eternity!

WE’LL BE UNITED TOGETHER FOREVER ON EARTH AND IN ETERNITY

*She takes off her scarf, throws herself into Raoul’s arms, and bursts into tears.*

Raoul: OH MY GOD THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER

Marcel: (The Lord has shed His light upon her!)

Valentine: My faith is yours, my faith in God remains the same—but they will damn me for converting! Marcel, you’re a true father to me, bless us both in my new faith!

Raoul: There are no ministers here, and you’re the only other person I’d trust with uniting us in the sight of God.

Marcel: You don’t even have to ask—the answer is YES! I ACCEPT THIS HOLY TASK WITH THE GREATEST JOY

Let your old servant be your minister today!

*The refugees begin to sing their hymn in the church.*

Huguenot Refugees: O Lord, You are the strength and only support…

Marcel: Listen! The martyrs of the faith are praying…

Huguenot Refugees: …of we defenseless souls who implore You…

Marcel: …and they sing the praises of the Lord…

Huguenot Refugees: …as the eternal tempter arms himself against us today!

Marcel: …while awaiting death!

Huguenot Refugees: Come save us once more!

Marcel: You two, here in this place of sorrow…answer as if you were before God!

*Raoul and Valentine kneel before Marcel, who silently prays before beginning the ceremony.*

Do you know that by joining your hands here, I am blessing a farewell, a marriage that will only be fulfilled in death?

Raoul and Valentine: We know that we will only be united in Heaven.

Marcel: Have you cast aside everything tying you to this earth, any hopes you may have had for this life? Does faith alone live on in your hearts?

Raoul and Valentine: Yes, at last faith reigns peacefully in our hearts!

Marcel: Will you be able to look death in the face without trembling in fear? And whether you’ve lived in the faith all your life or this is your first day, will you have courage and not deny your faith…even in the face of martyrdom?

Raoul and Valentine: God gives us courage by giving us love!

*Marcel blesses Raoul and Valentine as the Huguenot refugees inside the church begin to sing again.*

Huguenot Refugees: O Lord, You are the strength and only support of we defenseless souls who impl—

*At this moment, the singing is suddenly cut off as the Catholic soldiers break into and barricade the church from inside so no one else can get in or out. Loud shouts and the sound of weapons are heard from inside; torches and weapons become visible through the church windows. The Catholics have begun their assault on the church.*

Catholic Soldiers: RECANT OR DIE HEAVEN COMMANDS IT YOUR TIME HAS COME SO RECANT OR DIE GOD WILLS IT

Huguenot Refugees: NO!!!

*Valentine rushes over to the windows and peers inside.*

Valentine: THESE ARE WOMEN AND CHILDREN!!! I KNOW YOU CAN’T HEAR ME BUT STOP IT YOU MONSTERS OH GOD THEY’RE KILLING EVERYONE

Huguenot Refugees: *singing their hymn* NO!!! GOD, DEFEND US!!!

*A round of shooting is heard from inside the church.*

Valentine: THEY’RE STILL SINGING

Raoul and Marcel: THEY’RE STILL SINGING

Catholic Soldiers: WE MEAN IT RECANT OR DIE HEAVEN COMMANDS IT YOUR TIME HAS COME SO RECANT OR DIE GOD WILLS IT

Huguenot Refugees: NO!!! NO!!!!!!!!

Valentine: THEY’RE KILLING THESE PEOPLE WHILE THEY’RE PRAYING OH GOD THEY’RE EVEN KILLING THE PEOPLE WHO ARE OLD AND SICK THEY’RE KILLING EVERYONE

Huguenot Refugees: *singing their hymn* NO!!! WE WON’T RECANT!!! GOD, DEFEND US!!!

*A second round of shooting is heard from inside the church. The Catholics and Huguenots continue screaming and singing inside the church as the former group gradually shoots down the latter.*

Valentine: THEY’RE STILL SINGING

Raoul and Marcel: THEY’RE STILL SINGING

*Valentine, in desperation, falls to her knees and begins to pray.*

Valentine: GOD YOU CAN DO ANYTHING SO HELP THEM…

Catholic Soldiers: RECANT YOU HERETICS

*A third round of shooting is heard from inside the church. After that, it is silent.*

Valentine: Our prayers are in vain…

Marcel: They sing no more.

*Raoul, Valentine, and Marcel all go completely silent, realizing what this means, and they put their heads in their hands and begin to weep. Suddenly, Marcel rises, his face beaming with rapture.*

LOOK! LOOK!!!!!!!!!!

LOOK HEAVEN HAS OPENED ITSELF UP AND IT IS SHINING GLORY TO GOD THE DIVINE TRUMPET HAS SOUNDED

Raoul and Valentine: (Look, his face is shining with light…)

Marcel: AND THE ANGELS ARE PLAYING A MATCH TO LEAD THE SOULS OF THE MARTYRS TO GOD

Raoul and Valentine: (His head is crowned with lightning! And his voice echoes through space—it’s like he’s one of God’s archangels!)

Marcel: These harps that I hear…

Raoul and Valentine: WE’RE WATCHING AND LISTENING

Marcel: …are showing me the way!

Raoul and Valentine: HE’S SHOWING US THE WAY

Raoul, Valentine, and Marcel: I’M FLYING THERE MYSELF THIS IS SUPREME BLISS

SWEET DEATH HOW I LOVE YOU FAREWELL TO THIS WORLD OF TEARS AND GRIEF

*A round of shooting is heard outside the cemetery gate. A group of soldiers tries to force the gate open but it does not budge. Some of the soldiers leave to get reinforcements.*

Catholic Soldiers: RECANT OR DIE HEAVEN COMMANDS IT AND GOD WILLS IT

Valentine, then Raoul and Marcel: NO!!! I’M NOT AFRAID OF YOU BESIDES NOTHING MORTAL REMAINS IN US

Catholic Soldiers: RECANT OR ELSE

Marcel: LOOK HEAVEN IS SHINING THE DIVINE TRUMPET HAS SOUNDED

Marcel, then Raoul and Valentine: GLORY TO GOD

Catholic Soldiers: (THEY’RE NOT AFRAID?!?!?!)

*The soldiers smash the gate in and swarm the cemetery.*

Raoul and Valentine: LOOK HIS FACE IS SHINING YOU COULD SAY HE’S AN ARCHANGEL

Marcel: THE ANGELS ARE LEADING THE MARTYRS’ SOULS TO GOD

Catholic Soldiers: RECANT HUGUENOTS RECANT OR DIE

Raoul, Valentine, and Marcel: WE’RE NOT AFRAID OF YOU AT ALL

*The soldiers offer them white scarves and Crosses of Anjou.*

Catholic Soldiers: RECANT!!!!!

Raoul, Valentine, and Marcel: ABSOLUTELY NOT HAPPENING

*The trio join hands and slowly walk forward, offering themselves to their would-be murderers. The Catholic soldiers involuntarily recoil, stunned at their sheer courage.*

HOSANNA DEATH I LOVE YOU HOSANNA FAREWELL TO THIS WORLD COME DEATH I LOVE YOU GO AHEAD AND STRIKE US DOWN

Catholic Soldiers: RECANT GOD WILLS IT RECANT OR ELSE YOU’LL DIE

Raoul, Valentine, and Marcel: HOSANNA COME DEATH FAREWELL WORLD

*Enraged, the soldiers surround Raoul, Valentine, and Marcel, separating them by force.*

Catholic Soldiers: RECANT OR DIE

Raoul, Valentine, and Marcel: WE’RE NOT AFRAID OF YOU GO AHEAD STRIKE US DOWN

Catholic Soldiers: DO YOU RECANT????????

Raoul, Valentine, and Marcel: NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Raoul and Valentine manage to break free from the soldiers and run into each other’s arms, but the soldiers separate them again.*

FAREWELL WORLD

Catholic Soldiers: FINE YOU’LL DIE THEN

*The soldiers drag Raoul, Valentine, and Marcel through the remains of the gate. The moment they enter the crossroads, there is another round of shooting.*

Scene 3: *******

Just after the previous scene. A quay by the Seine; the sky is filled with stars. Bells ring in the distance as another band of Catholic soldiers sweeps the area.

Catholic Soldiers: LET US WIPE OUT THE HUGUENOTS WITH FIRE AND SWORD NO MERCY BECAUSE NONE OF THEM ARE INNOCENT AND ALL OF THEM MUST DIE

SOLDIERS OF THE CATHOLIC FAITH LET US HUNT DOWN AND KILL ALL THE HERETICS

*Valentine and Marcel rush in with Raoul, who has been mortally wounded.*

GOD WILLS IT GOD WANTS THEIR BLOOD

*Saint-Bris enters from the opposite direction with several of his men.*

Saint-Bris: WHO GOES THERE

Valentine: Raoul, for mercy’s sake, don’t say any—

Raoul: I AM A HUGUENOT

Valentine and Marcel: SO ARE WE

Saint-Bris: SHOOT THEM IN THE NAME OF THE KING

*The soldiers shoot Raoul, Valentine, and Marcel. Raoul and Marcel are instantly killed. Valentine is mortally wounded. Saint-Bris steps forward to take a closer look, and then…*

Saint-Bris: Ah—what do I see here…?

MY DAUGHTER?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

*Valentine just barely manages to lift herself up.*

Valentine: Yes, it’s me! I go to pray for your soul…I’m going to pray for you!

*She dies.*

Urbain: *in the distance* MAKE WAY FOR THE QUEEN OF NAVARRE

Catholic Soldiers: LET US WIPE OUT THE HUGUENOTS WITH FIRE AND SWORD AND LET’S HUNT DOWN AND KILL ALL THE HERETICS

*Marguérite and her entourage (including Urbain), enter on their way back to the Louvre.*

GOD WILLS IT!!!!!!!!!!! GOD WANTS THEIR BLOOD!!!!!!!!!! YES, GOD WANTS THEIR BLOOD!!!!!!!

*Marguérite stops, horrified at the sight of the massacred Huguenots, and tries to stop the soldiers, but they ignore her. She sees Valentine’s corpse and screams in despair.

The Saint Bartholomew’s Day Massacre continues.*

THE END

Notes and Appendix

One Final Note:

If you are reading this, then in Paris time it is at or past midnight on August 24, 2022.

August 24, 2022, is the 450th anniversary of the beginning of what has become known as La Saint-Barthélémy, also known as the Saint Bartholomew’s Day Massacre.

The first night of the Saint Bartholomew’s Day Massacre, the night which ends our story here, was really only the beginning. In the end, the Massacre took the lives of tens of thousands (estimates as to exactly how many tens of thousands vary, and range up to one hundred thousand [100,000] slaughtered, but you get the point) of Huguenots in the late summer and early fall of 1572.

The author would thus like to dedicate this Opera Simplified, and in particular the last two acts, to not only all the victims both known and unknown of the Massacre, but to all victims of genocide and all victims of other acts born of hatred and bigotry, particularly on the basis of religion.

May they all rest in peace, and may atrocities like this never happen—or be allowed to happen—again.

[gabbyjok]

i’m scared that my dad is homeless.

my dad left us in 2020 and he blamed it on covid. he is a medical professional and has been my whole life. since he left he lost his job 2x and we didn’t find out until we got insurance change notices in the mail. he started travel nursing and he seemed to really like that but as covid has not been as crazy, the need for travel nurses has gone down and he is unable to find work that way. now he works 2 part time jobs at hospitals in nwa. my mom lives 2hr away in our childhood home.

fast forward to now, i am emotional wreck. i’m pretty much his only kid out of the 3 of us that talk to him. i know it’s because i worry about him alot. i see alot of the ways that i rebelled when he first left and resent myself for them. he still has not filed for a divorce with my moms and it’s been over 2 years. so what’s the hold up if he’s unhappy and not ever going to come back? a lot of people will tell me he has another woman, which is believable. but then what i know is that he has no time if he’s working all of these jobs. even when i was a kid he was only ever home on weekends because of work. not only that my sisters always say he’s way too unhappy to have someone else. i worry a lot about him isolating himself. i did that too when i was suicidal. i pray a lot that he WAS unhappy and now he feels he’s into deep to come back.

my little sister gets married in less than 2 months and so my parents will be forced to be in the same room for that and i pray that he sees that it doesn’t have to be this way or that i atleast get some closure. for the past few months i have nightmares almost every night about my dad. from being in prison, to having cancer, to dying. they are all the worst dreams i could ever have and i always wake up hysterical and my boyfriend is concerned. every time i get upset or worked up my dad is the root of it. even though he isnt involved in the situation at all, him leaving has left me with so many trust issues. my parents were in my opinion the perfect model for a marriage. they raised us in church, never fought in front of us, never said an ill word about the other, and just really good Godly people. they were high school sweethearts, together since they were 15 and now they’re in their late 40s and he left out of literally no where. when he told my sister and i, it was probably the most traumatic thing that ever happened to me. he said it so nonchalant like we would just be OK with that and have no questions or concerns. my mom was blown away by this too.

so if my dad isn’t with another woman, is he living out of his car, hotels, and airbnbs? or is he homeless? he still pays the bills for my mom, and supports my sisters and i when we need it. this is something i feel like i will never understand. how can you be with someone for 30 years and suddenly wake up and want to leave and never come back?

[sweeethinny]

FIC COLLECTION

 First of all, I'd like to say that here are all my fics - at least the ones that I tagged correctly and managed to find - and since there are many, I had to put them all bellow the cut, I hope it gets better this way :) 

The fanfics with ** in front, are fanfics that I wrote recently

HP HEADCANON

HAPPY HOUR - HBP MISSING MOMENTS: One of Hinny's happy hours during HBP (T)

THE LAST MOMENT: What happened the day before Harry left - for the last time - with Dumbledore (M)

CHRISTMAS MAGIC: It's Hinny's first Christmas after the Battle, and they find a different way to celebrate (M) AO3

WHERE’S HARRY AND GINNY? :  Harry and Ginny have spent some time away, so when they finally have time alone, they enjoy it until the last moment. (M) AO3

**LAST NAME:  ‘I will be Mrs. Potter finally. You will no longer be the only Potter in the world. How do you feel about that? Ready to share your last name?’ (T) AO3

LAZY DAY: It's just a lazy day at the Potter house (G) 

**PETITE:  'I read in a gossip newspaper that said that you are too big for me.’ (G)

THROUGH OTHER EYES: We see them... but through other eye (T)

COMFORT: Harry was never hugged or comforted after a nightmare, so when one of the children asks for it, he doesn't quite know what to do. (G)

GREEN EYES: Ginny always wondered what was behind those green eyes. (G)

SUCCUMBING: Harry can't get his beautiful and creative wife out of his mind. (M)

THE FIRST TIME OF THREE: How Harry found out he was going to be a dad. for the first time (G) THE SECOND TIME OF THREE: How Harry found out he would be a father a second time (G) THE THIRD TIME OF THREE:  How Harry found out he would be a father a third time (G) AO3

TELLING THE NEWS: Harry knows that now more than anything, he cannot die, not when he will become a father, and for that, he needs to tell Ron the news (G)

GIN-GIN IS THE BEST: Gin-Gin is the best godmother Teddy could have (T)

THE FIRST POTTER:  The first - of three - Potter babies to be born! (T)

**SKIN: Harry wanted to be able to show Ginny, through his eyes, how beautiful she is, and how all this insecurity with her body after giving birth to James is not necessary. Since he cannot do this, he tries in other ways. (T) AO3

**FEAR: 'Doesn’t it bother you?’ Ginny looked at him. 'Doesn’t it bother you to think that… that the world is so big and everything is so much bigger than James? That we are like two giants to him? Our garden must seem infinite through his eyes.’ (G)

JAMES AND HIS 15TH MONTH BIRTHDAY: Ginny is distraught when she realizes that her son will be 15 months old. The same age when Harry became an orphan (T)

THERE’S STILL A LOT OF SPACE: James Sirius is growing up, and Ginny wonders if there is still room for her, in his heart (G) (FLUFFFFF)

JAMES’S SICK: James is sick, and this is disturbing Harry's peace (G)

**GOLDEN DRESS:  'I feel like today is going to be different,’ Ginny promised, holding Harry’s hand and making him look at her. ‘And maybe we can do everything you wanted to do when you saw me in the gold dress for the first time?’ (T)

DEVIL IN DISGUISE: Ginny talks like an angel, walks like an angel, and acts like an angel. But Harry knows that she is the Devil in Disguise (T)

HARRY'S PROMOTION: “You know that if I’m getting this promotion, it’s thanks to you, don’t you?” (T)

**DISNEY: Draco and Astoria go to Disneyland, and Draco proves to be a man who doesn't like roller coasters (G) AO3

**THE COUPLE OF THE YEAR:  The two were arm in arm, walking in silence like two kings, without even seeming to notice that everyone stopped to watch them pass (G)

HAPPY B-DAY GINNY POTTER:  On Ginny's 39th birthday, she couldn't be happier to be alive. (G)

HARRY’S PENSIEVE: James S. travels through his father's saddest memories (T) (TRIGGERS FOR: DEPRESSION, DEATH, BLOOD, SELF-MUTILATION)

HARRY IT’S SUCH A GOOD FATHER: Harry can’t say no to his children, especially when they are bored (G)

MOM’S ADVICE: James has questions to ask, and who better than his mother to help him? (G) (cofcof my favorite by far cofcof)

BECAUSE IT’S THE GODFATHER’S JOB: Ron has a mission as a godfather, and he couldn't leave his godson helpless (T) PART II

I MUST NOT TELL LIES: Just a normal Potter day, when Lily Luna asked about Harry’s scar (G)

THE WORST / BEST BIRTHDAY: Some things have changed since he was 12 and lived with the Dursleys. Harry now has a family, and birthdays are not so lonely anymore (G) AO3

**INTIMATE PROBLEMS:  ‘Harry.’ Teddy cried when Harry opened the door to their room, still wearing his pajamas and looking sleepy. If it weren’t for the look of panic, he would have thought the boy was sleeping on his feet. ‘My balls hurt.’ (T)

TEDDY IS DISCOVERED: Bill can be an understanding and calm guy ... but that doesn’t include when his daughter is with someone hiding in the room (ted x victorie) (T)

HARRY IS THE BEST FATHER: Moments in the life of James and Harry, where Harry proved to be the best father (T)

STILL INTO YOU:  Some things just  make sense, and even after all this time I'm into you... Baby not a day goes by that I'm not into you (M)

ADVICES: James Sirius makes an urgent call with his father; he needs loving advice. (G) AO3

**MISTLETOE: How could he find his best friend beautiful? How was he capable of that? (G) (James Sirius x OC)

**I’M SORRY:  Mira was one of those fall that was worth it. (G) (James Sirius x OC)

**NO, I DON'T WANNA FALL IN LOVE: James Sirius faces his first broken heart (T) (James Sirius x OC)

**BAD NEWS: 'What happened?’ James asked.'The worst.’ Teddy said. ‘Vic is pregnant’ (T)

**KISSES: It felt so good to kiss him. Mira had already kissed other boys, and girls, but there was something about James that made him much better than everyone else (T) (James Sirius x OC)

JAMES IS DATING part 1 | 2:  “James is dating.” Harry said, no longer holding on to the secret, remembering non-stop the scene of his son kissing the blonde warmly, in the back of their house. (T) AO3

I’M SORRY  (Drastoria with a bit of Potters): Draco would do anything to see his son happy, even to apologize to ... someone. (G) (PART II)

GRADES: They are not at home when the bird arrives with James’ OWL grades.orJames Sirius is concerned about his future and the parents’ reaction to his idea (G) AO3

A PROTECTIVE FATHER: Harry is a concerned father, and when James decides to go to a party, he begins to doubt that that is the best option. (T)

ALBUS CAME OUT - PART I:  Albus has something to say to James. Or, the one where Albus comes out gay to his brother and they have a conversation about it (T)

**BROTHERS: Albus and James' relationship over the years (T)

PLEEEASE?: Lily Luna just wants to be with his older brother and his 'cool' friends. Who could judge her? (G)

**INSECURITIES AND LONELINESS:  Lily faces problems on her first year, problems that Ginny knows very well and knows that she will need to talk about - almost - everything about her own first year. Things are almost never easy in the beginning.(T) AO3

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HP AU

**JUST FRIENDS:  'Have you never been curious to know if you kiss well? Or if kissing a boy is different from kissing a girl?’  (T) (James x Sirius) AO3

EVEN AFTER THE END: They were alive. Right here, with Harry. Even after the end. (T)

IT’S CHRISTMAS!: It's Christmas and Harry can finally win the special gift that James kept so dearly (G)

**MUM: ‘Place your hand in mine,’ Lily said softly, ‘please hold my hand.’ (T) AO3

SIRIUS IS IN LOVE: "Do you always look at others like that?" (G)

NOBODY BUT YOU: For Sirius, at that moment, nothing the world exists but Hestia (M) 

ALL ABOUT LOVE (SIRIUS X HESTIA): Sirius is this guy that everyone thinks kisses everyone, when in fact he is much more reserved and is afraid to connect with people. But then, when he starts going out with Hestia, he feels the happiest guy for the first time in ages (T)

DRUNK IN LOVE: ‘’I’m going to declare myself to her!’’ “You are drunk!”  “Is there a better time than now?’’ (Jily + Sirius x Hestia) (T)

**ONLY ONE WHO KNOWS:  'I was the one who told him to be the secret keeper.’ Sirius sighed, his eyes watering, hugging her back and this time he hid his face in her chest. 'If they had died… Because of me.’ (Hestia x Sirius) (M)

BETTER THAN FIREWHISKY: What if Harry had realized that he loved Ginny in book five? (T)

FINALLY ALONE:  ’You’re a big mama’s boy, aren’t you?“ She laughed. ‘’Lily taught you the rules well, thankfully you have me and I’m more than willing to distort you.’ (T)

TRICK OR TREAT, SWEETIE? : Halloween Special - Hinny faces a very unusual - and scary - situation on the night of the 31st (T)

WE WERE LISTENING TO THE WEEKND AND I HAD TO ASK YOU TO MARRY ME: There are things that need to be said at that moment (T)

**THE NUTCRACKER: All Harry wanted to do was take his daughter to watch The Nutcracker, but he didn't expect one of the dancers to mess with him so much. (T) AO3 

**BOSS’S SON: Ginny is an auror in training, with few hours of fun in her schedule, but when one night she decides to go to a guy’s house and enjoy her youth, she is surprised by the discovery that she had sex with her boss’s son (T) AO3

**HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LILY!:  Happy birthday to the woman who deserves all the happiness in the world. And for that, here’s an au where Jily lives, and Lily can celebrate her 61st birthday with her grandchildren and the whole family (G) (FLUUUUUF)

** HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PRONGS!: ‘Now who’s the old here?’ ‘It’s still you, Lils, you’re older than me… I’m like wine, every year better.’ Happy birthday my boy! (G) 

REPUTATION:  Harry and Ginny don't have the best reputations, which is exactly why the two get along so well. (M)

AO3 | 1 |  2 |  3 |  4 | 5 | 6 | 7

YOU’RE THE RIGHT ONE:  James discovers that some friendships can be something more. He just doesn't know how to handle it all.  (next gen hp) (M) AO3 | 1 | 2 |

A LITTLE PARTY NEVER KILLED NOBODY:  Harry would let her end her life without even complaining (T)

EASY:  “Easy” by Camilla Cabelo (T) PART II (T)

THE ONE:  Because when Harry realizes that Ginny is The One, he needs to do something about it. Even if it is risky, because his godfather always alerts him; “What is a life without a little risk?” (T) 1 | 2

THE DUKE:  Some time ago a prophecy was made, one that said about two powerful and strong souls who would be able to defeat even the strongest of wizards, bringing peace that the Wizarding World has not seen for centuries. But for that to happen, they would have to be entwined through marriage. Everything was going well, the children were born healthy and were promised to each other, until one of them was kidnapped. (M) AO3 | FF.NET. | SIYE | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | **8

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JILYTOBER

JILYTOBER: Trapped in a broom closet (T)

JILYTOBER: Lily denying she fancies James (T)

JILYTOBER: Jily first kiss (T) (part two of the prompt where Lily denying she likes James)

JILYTOBER: At a Quidditch Match (G)

JILYTOBER: [text] [2AM] “I’m here. Come outside” (M for just a small detail that no longer has T)

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PROMPT

PROMPT JILY:  With your fantastic ability to get into trouble, it doesn’t shock me to find you here (T)

PROMPT JILY:  This is a shitty idea, do you want my help? (G)

PROMPT JILY: I want more than all of this, I want longer than forever with you. I just wanna love you. And take you on dates. And fuck you. And hug you (T)

PROMPT JILY: Simply Jily Muggle, and big declarations of love - and a runaway bride (G)

PROMPT JILY:  Banana pancakes by jack johnson (G)

PROMPT JILY:  Just… just talk to me. Please (T)

PROMPT ROMIONE: Sleep, I promise tomorrow will be better (G)

PROMPT SIRIUS x HESTIA:  Hestia realizes there’s more to Sirius than just a bad boy image (T)

PROMPT SIRIUS X HESTIA: Sirius/ Hestia as a couple in hogwarts (T)

PROMPT SIRIUS x HESTIA: Sirius and Hestia during the years at Hogwarts (T)

**PROMPT SIRIUS X HESTA: Closing his eyes and hiding under the cover like a child, Sirius allowed himself to be miserable. It was horrible to like someone, he thought, he would rather die than have to feel it again. (T)

PROMPT HINNY:  I actually wanted to get your number…(G)

PROMPT HINNY: Do you always stare at others like that? (T)

PROMPT HINNY:  A new caffe has been opened near his house and Harry is besotted with the red headed barista (T)

PROMPT HINNY:  Ginny thinks they’re doing a great job keeping their house plants alive but actually, Harry has secretly replaced them with identical-looking fake plants so Ginny can’t kill them (G)

PROMPT HINNY: Kissing in a vehicle for lust (T) (with mild mentions of sex)

PROMPT HINNY:  This is definitely not my most attractive moment, but I promise I really am fit (M)

PROMPT HINNY:  (plus Romione) Let me explain. I was bored and you left me alone. (G)

PROMPT HINNY:  What Ginny would smell in her Amortentia. (G)

PROMPT HINNY:  Ootp Sirius accidentally stumbles upon Harry and Ginny talking and accidentally thinking that it’s Lily and James (G)

PROMPT HINNY:  Harry and Ginny come into the common room after quidditch practice and Ginny’s trying to make a bet with Harry that she can do a certain trick/trickshot in their next quidditch match (G)

PROMPT HINNY:  Lily, James and Sirius react to hinny first kiss in the after life (G) 

PROMPT HINNY/JILY:  Hinny in an au where Jily and Sirius are alive (T)

PROMPT HINNY:  Cho being jealous of Hinny in 6th year (G)

PROMPT HINNY: Ginny being jealous of Cho in 6th year (G)

PROMPT HINNY: How far did Harry and Ginny go in Half Blood prince? (M)

PROMPT HINNY: Harry and Ginny talk about their relationship after the Battle of Hogwarts (M)

PROMPT HINNY: Harry watching Ginny’s first league match (G)

PROMPT HINNY:  Kissing in the rain after a declaration of love (G)

PROMPT HINNY:  Jily were alive and James finding out that his daughter in law got a contract to be a professional quidditch player (T)

PROMPT HINNY:  Please don’t die … If you die, I swear I will hunt you down in hell and bring you back (M) (For reasons of having description of blood and injuries)

PROMPT HINNY:  Ginny was a woman who kept her cool, at least most of the time, but sometimes her Weasley blood boiled like a bubbling cauldron, and when that happened, she felt out of control and took the least rational attitude of all time. And that was how Petunia was attacked by a Bat-Bogey Hex as soon as she opened the door to the house. (G)

PROMPT HINNY:  If you’ll excuse me, I’ll get my drink and leave you alone in your bad mood. I’m sure you’ll find someone better than me /  you have 5 seconds to get off me (T)

PROMPT HINNY:  Hinny kissing in a bar because they missing each other (T)

PROMPT HINNY:  Harry winning Witch Weekly’s sexiest wizard alive (T)

PROMPT HINNY:  The first time Harry is called dad (G) (fluffffffff)

PROMPT HINNY:  Hinny taking 6 years old teddy to a Disneyland (G) (highly fluff)

PROMPT HINNY: Hinny and Teddy wearing matching costumes on Halloween (G)

PROMPT HINNY: Ginny's last days pregnant (G)

**PROMPT HINNY: Ron watches Harry and Ginny being new parents (G)

PROMPT HINNY:  Harry and Ginny enroll their kids into a muggle Primary school the kids have a science fair, Harry helps them with it, Ginny and Arthur just being embarrassing muggle fanatics (G)

PROMPT HINNY:  Have you ever died? I did a few times, it was actually quiet painful but you know what they say, no pain, no gain. (G)

**PROMPT HINNY:  He and Harry had a fight last week... James said he didn’t like him anymore.’’ Ginny looked at her mother, looking a little sadder now. ‘’Harry cried.’ (G)

PROMPT HINNY: You’re safe now. I’m with you (T)

PROMPT HINNY:  Hinny dropping off James Sirius for his first year at Hogwarts (G)

PROMPT HINNY:  The boys and their dad vs Ginny and little Luna over having a sleepover with her guy friends (G) 

PROMPT HINNY: Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are? (T)

PROMPT HINNY: Dudley reviewing Harry - now, with his own family - for the first time in a few years (G) PART II 

PROMPT HINNY: Blaise's son and Lily Luna start to date, and the Potter family doesn't handle the news very well (G)

PROMPT DRASTORIA:  Death bed (coffee for your head) by Powfu for Drastoria (T)

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⚠️NONCON⚠️ What about a yandere prince jungkook with you as his betrothed but your father tried to cancel the wedding last minute

-> sorry for any mistakes

⚠️: NON CON

Your worst nightmare was about to come true

Jungkook had proposed and you had to say yes or else your entire family would’ve been gone in a blink of an eye

Jungkook was on a different level of... well... everything

He was way too possessive

He was way too aggressive

Manipulation was out of this world

In front of your mother and his mother, he acted like such a gentleman

But with you, he was very manipulative and aggressive

The slightest thing could trigger him and you always end up paying for it

He fucks you super hard, with no breaks to get his anger out

How can someone hurt you so much then say “I love you” right after?

Jungkook was obsessed with you

Atleast you know, he’ll never cheat

He was always with you

Always wanting to touch you and have your attention

You’ve had your good moments with Jungkook

Along with some bad ones

When you and Jungkook are alone, spending time together with no one else around

He is the sweetest and most romantic man

He is constantly thinking about your safety and well-being

Jungkook is always ready when it comes to you and apart of you appreciates him for that

But when another man looks at you for too long

Jungkook will first, beat the shit out of them

Then he’ll punish you

God knows why he punishes you

Maybe because he’s insecure

Jungkook is always assuming that you’re cheating on him

When you spend time alone, Jungkook automatically thinks that you’re with someone else

This causes you to fight with him

Which always ends up with you struggling underneath him while he roughly takes you without hearing you out properly

Jungkook doesn’t want you to leave the castle

He wants you to stay in there forever so no one looks at his property

Your hair and makeup was finished and now all you needed was the dress

One of the maids went to go fetch it but before she came back your father barged in

“You can’t get married to Jungkook! I have someone else. Someone better, darling.”

“What? What’re you talking about?”

“Break up with Jungkook. I’m calling this whole wedding off.”

“But dad, no. We already planned everything.”

“I don’t care. Park Jimin would be a perfect match for you. I know what’s best for my daughter, and Jungkook is not it.”

“Fine! But we have to go before Jungkook finds out.”

“Finds out what?”

Jungkook stood in the door way with a knife pressed against your mother’s neck

“P-please honey, give him whatever he wants.” She desperately called out for your father’s help

“Jungkook stop! Let my mother go! Please! I’ll get married to you. I’ll build a life with you only if you let her go. I’ll give you children. I’ll give you anything you want!”

You step forward and he lets go of your mother

He opens his arms for you and you run into his embrace

It’s not like you wanted to, if you didn’t, Jungkook would’ve killed everyone in sight

The wedding still happened

And now your officially apart of the Jeon family

Remember I said, “The slightest thing could trigger him and you always end up paying for it”

Well, this wasn’t exactly the slightest thing

You were planning on running away from him

Of course, Jungkook was angry about this

So, the night of your wedding

Where newly weds usually have the most passionate and amazing sex

Jungkook fucked you like it was his last time

It was a painful experience for you

But for him, it’s a feeling he’ll never forget

He’s never been this rough with you in bed

Yes, Jungkook has past your limits many times before

But this night, it was unbearable

He was yelling at you

Calling you his

Marking you

Slapping you

Spanking you

Spitting on you

Overstimulating the fuck out of you

I’m talking about multiple orgasms and squirting

Somnophilia kink

Dacryphilia kink

Sleep sex

Jungkook was full on snoring but his hard cock was still deep inside you, throbbing

Breeding kink/creampie

Hair pulling

Breath play

He pushed you to the point where you couldn’t open your eyes, you couldn’t hold yourself up and you couldn’t talk properly

Only incoherent words