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for some reason i can't explain i know saint peter won't call my name
nothing that lives, lives forever - an immortal soldier!alton more au
(1.1k of snippets from my old guard(ish) au where alton more is old, too old, and has been living and fighting far longer than anyone should. full description/other thoughts at the bottom. tw: blood, violence, mentions of death)
Alton clicked the lighter closed, running a thumb over the silver case. The night was warm, sticky in a way that he never could get used to. He sucked in a breath from the cheap cigarette, letting his head fall back against the rough side of the barracks.
It was quiet. Typically, there would be no end to the commotion coming from the small building, one of many that littered Camp Toccoa. The wall of sound was ever-present, no matter if it was shouting or laughing or snoring. But whatever the cause, there was always noise.
No matter if it was a blanket of noise he knew well, unchanging except for the language and the scenery. Soldiers are soldiers, and some things are a constant. It could almost be comforting, if it didn’t also mean that the need for soldiers was a constant as well.
However, tonight was a Saturday, and it was one of the few weekends that Sobel had allowed Easy the use of their weekend passes. Almost every man in the company had jumped at the chance to get off base, to travel home if they could and spend time with loved ones. The ones with farther-flung hometowns had spirited off to Atlanta, happy to spend their time drinking and dancing and fucking instead of slogging through another run, three miles up, three miles down.
Normally, Alton would have joined them in their carousing - it was easier to pass the time with the effortless camaraderie built during a training camp than bored and alone.
But today had been a bad day. The sound of swords and the shift of sand beneath his feet followed him out of his nightmares, the humid summer of Georgia morphing itself into the baking, dry heat of the desert.
His shouts must have been real, because when a hand came to shake him out of his dream, the first face he saw was not that of a grouchy NCO, but of a blood-caked Saracen, eyes alight with righteous fury.
Alton didn’t think. He had grabbed the knife from under his pillow, an old thing that had been sharpened more times than he could begin to count, and was on the man in less than a breath, pressing the blade into the side of his neck. The familiar thrum of blood beat against his fingertips, the grit of sand scratched his gums. He knew what he had to do, had done it a thousand times, a thousand thousand times, what was a little more bloodshed spilled across his feet-
Alton had blinked, and came to himself in a rush.
Instead of an unnamed Saracen, the ashen face of Johnny Martin stared up at him, eyes wide behind the knife.
Alton drew back his hand, retreating almost as quick as he had lunged earlier. He mumbled a quick curse and apology as he stepped out of arm’s reach from the man. It wasn’t until Martin’s eyes widened even farther that Alton realized his tongue was slipping out Arabic of all things.
Usually, Alton was better about remembering himself, who he was almost as important as where he was. But for whatever reason, his demons had decided to catch up with him that night.
After a quick smile and some quip about the Krauts in his dreams, he managed to wave an only-slightly-mollified Martin off. The shorter man apparently hadn’t forgotten it though, if his watchful eyes during chow that morning were anything to go by.
Alton was just glad that no one else was awake to see it, at least. That was the last thing he needed.
And so, instead of joining in on a weekend of broads and booze, Alton found himself waving away the invitation by an eager Smokey and bemused Alley. When the horde made their way out of the barracks, fantasizing in bawdy terms about their planned misadventures, he felt like he could breathe easy.
Fucking finally.
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Alton took another drag from the cigarette. He watched the smoke curl, up and up until it faded into nothing amongst the darkening sky.
The lighter was a welcome weight in his hand, grounding him to this time, this life.
The design was worn by now, details barely visible after a half century of worrying. It still managed to amaze him, sometimes, what people could do with the smallest of canvases. Alton didn’t feel the same wonder however, wasn’t as mesmerized by the beauty man could create as he once was.
But in the quiet moments, he could still appreciate the time some French craftsman took to transform a hunk of metal into a small token carried around by a dead man.
Luz had spied the lighter one weekend, and laughed at him for using something so old-fashioned. Alton just shrugged, not caring to admit that he was still getting used to having a light at his fingertips. It wasn’t all that long ago when he was still lighting a pipe with a flintlock pistol, and not so long before that when he would carry around a flint and steel.
Time was passing all the more quickly these days, technologies changing and advancing, and everyone was obsessed with needing things to be quicker, cheaper, simpler. Alton scoffed. He could hardly find it in him to care.
He glanced down at the lighter in his hand, shifting it back and forth in a practiced motion and watched as the light skittered across the sides.
It had shown flowers, once. A veritable garden of carnations, daffodils, and lilies of the valley, with leaves spilling across the front panel onto the back. They represent good fortune, he was told. Good fortune, luck, and hope.
When the merchant described it to him, eyes ablaze with a passion known only to those with wares to sell, Alton didn’t try to hide the snort that escaped his throat.
Fortune and Luck had abandoned him long ago, and hadn’t returned since waking up in a battlefield abandoned by all but the dead, sword in his chest and blood in his mouth.
And what the fuck was Alton supposed to do with hope?
It was the quote on the back that had caught his eye, all those years ago in a street market in Reims. The beveled edges had faded with time, the familiar letters Alton traced were more memory by now than any physical mark. Une vie honorable est une vie éternelle.
An honorable life is an eternal life.
Alton couldn’t help but stare at the message, both then and now. He hated that goddamn word. Immortal. Unending. Eternal.
They were such flowery words, used by people who craved what they couldn’t have, what they shouldn’t. The romanticized idea of the everlasting, the fountain of youth, the gift of life! Alton was sick of it.
This wasn’t life. He was a fucking dead man walking. And he sure as hell didn’t do anything honorable to deserve it.
months ago, while thinking about the absolute insanity of the almost...cavalier? attitude we see alton more have over the course of the series, an idea hit my brain: what if there was a reason nothing seemed to phase him - not panzers, not being a breath away from a car wreck, not bastogne, not speirs? what if this wasn't his first war? that thought spiraled me into a minor insanity that is this: my immortal soldier!alton more au, loosely inspired by the movie the old guard (2020). the idea is that, once upon a time, there was a soldier in a land many centuries ago. one day, he died in battle. and then, he woke up. and then he died. and then he woke up. over, and over. drawn to countless battles, conflicts, and wars, each one etching itself into the core of his soul. a never-ending cycle...until one sweltering summer, where he found himself at a training camp at the foot of a mountain. anyways. at some point, i plan on writing this as a full story, but that is admittedly a long ways away. however, in celebration of alton more's birthday today, i wanted to post my favorite scene that i've written for this au! it's set sometime at the beginning of the story, in the early days of camp toccoa. mostly, it's just a character study of this version of alton more. hope you enjoyed! and of course - happy birthday alton more!
(song insp.)
taglist: @sweetxvanixlla @coco-bean-1218 @bucky32557038ww2 @georgieluz @samwinchesterslostshoe @xxluckystrike @next-autopsy @ronald-speirs @land-sh @ronsparky @panzershrike-pretz @theredrenard @kyellin
#happy alton more day!#holy shit im actually posting this...i've been sitting on it for MONTHS#but YEAH its just...the gothic romanticism about the physical embodiment of war and soldiers and the concept of death you know??#what it means to feel and to live and to connect to those around you when it all feels so fleeting#fleeting not just due to the nature of war but also the nature of immortality#or something#...look i have a lot of thoughts about this story okay#it kills me#its also known in my brain as the “how immortal soldier!alton more made friends” story#because literally thats it thats the plot#OH WAIT did i forget to mention that speirs is also an immortal soldier in this story??#oh yeah thats the best fucking bit - they met like centuries and centuries ago on the wrong ends of one of the various punic wars#(where speirs was known back then as...wait for it...TERTIUS)#its good goddamn shit okay#also explains why alton is so fucking unflinching towards speirs at any given point and why they were so petty about the photo albums#ANYWAYS if anyone wants to hear more about this!! come stop on by!!!#also yes the title is a reference to the old guard#as is the reference to the siege of jerusalem which is where joe and nicky met#immortal soldier!alton more#alton more#nothing that lives lives forever#easy company#band of brothers fic#mine#band of brothers#bofb#hbowar#em's moodboards#em writes#jesus christ i guess that's a tag now
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closed starter for @fleetsummers
location: kitchens
Nicki had been sitting outside of the clinic for a few hours now. There was too much talking inside and she caught whiff of something that made her want to heave the contents of her stomach. All she had to protect her from the winds was the blanket she borrowed and at first, she thought she’d be fine. She’d acclimate to the temperature eventually. However the longer she sat the colder she felt and the thought of going back into the clinic was not ideal. Not that there really was anything in there that could warm her up more. No, she needed something. Perhaps some warm soup from the kitchens. Or tea. Anything hot at this point. Good thing the community center wasn’t far from the clinic.
It took her a bit but she wandered into the kitchen. She had a mission - find something warm, find a chair and sit down to slowly sip it down. Slow was the keyword. This was probably the slowest she was going to be for a while. She could already hear Ike’s chiding words about moving too fast and aggravating her ribs more than they already were. Her hand pressed against the door and she swung it open, stumbling to a stop when she saw Fleet. “Mi estrellita,” she said, forcing a smile on her face as she took another step. “Please be my absolute hero and say that there is some soup or something warm in here that I can have.”
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Name 3-5 people in Redwood who you find personally attractive.
"In no particular order: Nicki, Renee, Mayra, Fleet, Zack."
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Scream of the Wolf (2023) Date de sortie : 13/06/2023 Réalisateur : Dominic Brunt Scénario : Joel Ferrari, Pete Wild Avec : James Fleet, John Henshaw, Nicky Evans
#Dominic Brunt#film d'horreur#James Fleet#John Henshaw#Loup Garou#Nicky Evans#Scream of the Wolf (2023)#news#cinéma#actualité#film poster#acteurs#affiche de film
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What @beneath-the-willow-tree said
honestly my dearest hope for post-divorce armand is that he's gone back to amadeo-style party girl days. he's drinking the drug blood, he's dancing in the club, he's sucking and fucking anything that moves, he's flying under the influence and crashing into walls, he's puking blood and come into public bathroom sinks. the reason nobody can find him is that armand himself can't keep track of where he is or where he's going, all cities look the same when you're an old man who hasn't come down off speed for a solid month.
#parallels and reflections throughout time#like a hall of mirrors except it's a hall of memories#and the fleeting figure at the other end is still the same man#a pain so nice we get it twice#iwtv#armandaniel#but like arun is amadeo is armand#but also riccardo is nicki is daniel is arun#and amadeo is claudia too...if that makes sense#the cycles are cycling...
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Musical Acts
Kendrick won here, too.
Taylor Swift
Stray Kids +2
BTS -1
My Chemical Romance -1
Kendrick Lamar
Chappell Roan
Ghost
ENHYPEN +7
ATEEZ +2
Megan Thee Stallion +13
SEVENTEEN +1
Drake +74
Joker Out +8
Louis Tomlinson -4
Fall Out Boy -7
The Beatles +23
Sabrina Carpenter +66
Hozier -9
æspa +23
Harry Styles -14
Twenty One Pilots
NCT Dream +9
TWICE -7
Beyoncé +2
Red Velvet +10
One Direction +34
Tomorrow X Together -10
Queen +5
NCT 127 -5
Britney Spears +45
Snoop Dogg +48
Will Wood and the Tapeworms
LOONA +3
Joost Klein
The Mechanisms +13
LE SSERAFIM -2
SHINee -18
BLACKPINK -8
EXO -19
Mitski -2
Rihanna -14
ITZY -2
Miley Cyrus +38
Olivia Rodrigo -15
Ariana Grande +43
Macklemore
WayV +12
IVE +6
Lady Gaga +35
Paramore -22
Niall Horan -1
Dua Lipa -3
Greta Van Fleet -31
Bruce Springsteen
Fiona Apple +23
Boygenius -19
Charli XCX
Billie Eilish
Rammstein +10
The Mountain Goats +7
Astro +2
Elvis Presley -19
Lemon Demon
Green Day
David Bowie
NewJeans
Metallica +23
Madonna
Halsey +30
Guns N' Roses
Michael Jackson
Courtney Love
The 1975 -32
Zayn Malik
Nirvana +18
Gorillaz -2
Phoebe Bridgers -30
Weezer
Muse
Katy Perry
Käärijä -29
(G)-IDLE -2
Nicki Minaj
Tracy Chapman
Tokio Hotel
Nsync
Bob Dylan
Panic At The Disco -75
Stevie Nicks
Dreamcatcher -14
Arctic Monkeys -36
Shawn Mendes
Led Zeppelin +1
Pink Floyd
NCT U +5
Oasis
Dolly Parton -51
Slipknot
The Boyz
Justin Timberlake
The number in italics indicates how many spots a group or name moved up or down from the previous year. Bolded groups or names weren’t on the list last year.
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Death never expected to be captivated by a witch, let alone one who leaves a trail of bodies in her wake. Agatha Harkness is a force of nature, powerful and unpredictable. Death, eternal and unaccustomed to feelings, has spent millennia untouched by the desires and fears of mortals—until Agatha changes everything.
Can love exist in a world where time is fleeting and life is fragile? Together, they create something neither thought possible: a son. But when tragedy strikes, and the natural order of things is disrupted, they must confront their deepest fears and the truth about love, loss, and the burden of being Death.
Can their bond withstand the weight of their grief, or will they be forever haunted by the love they couldn’t protect?
OR
The one where I decided to write around the canon of the show, starting from when they met to how Nicky was conceived, the aftermath of everything before episode one of the show, and a happy ending following the last episode because we all need it.
#It's outtttttttttt finally !#Agathario#Nicholas Scratch#Agatha all along#agathario fanfic#fanfiction#Agatha x rio#Agatharioedit#Agatha Harkness#Rio Vidal#marveledit#dailymarvelgifs#marveldaily#dailymarvelqueens#mcu#mcuedit#usergoose#usersaoirse#userelysia#usersameera#userholtz#userzo#Agathario*#Agatha All Along*#Agatha:s1
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Burnt Pancakes
Little snippets of fluff series of Fem Reader X Agatha X Rio and Nicky. I don't know what to name this series, and it's gonna be just one shot each time. Also, if you have any idea of a fluffy family moment, let me know!
Fem Reader X Agatha X Rio + Nicky
Word: 4.5k-ish
The first rays of sunlight spilled through the sheer curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. The warmth of the morning light stirred you from sleep, and you groaned softly, burying your face deeper into the pillow. The bed was luxuriously comfortable, and the scent of lavender lingered faintly on the sheets—Agatha’s doing, of course. She always insisted on things smelling just right.
You stretched lazily, a contented smile curling on your lips as your mind wandered back to the night before. Even now, in the soft light of morning, the memory felt so vivid it was almost tangible—like it was unfolding all over again. Agatha’s low, velvety laughter still resonated in your ears, the perfect counterpoint to Rio’s mischievous snickers. The two of them had been a magnetic force, one commanding and sharp, the other playful and cunning, and you’d been caught deliciously in the middle.
Agatha, as always, had carried herself with a sense of authority, her teasing laced with a deliberate edge that sent shivers down your spine. Her fingers—steady, confident—had left a trail of heat wherever they touched, her gaze a smouldering thing that seemed to burn right through you. Yet, as commanding as she was, there had been fleeting moments of softness in her eyes, a tenderness that only revealed itself when she thought no one was paying attention.
And then there was Rio—wild, irreverent, and utterly unpredictable. Her laugh had been the soundtrack to the night, light and lilting but never without a wicked edge. She had darted in and out of the game like a fox, quick and clever, always one step ahead. You could still picture how she’d sprawled out on the bed, looking every bit like the queen of her little kingdom. “Careful, Agatha,” she’d purred at one point, a devilish grin tugging at her lips. “You’re hogging all the fun, and I’ve got a few tricks of my own.”
The way she’d leaned forward, her eyes dancing with mischief, had made your pulse quicken. She’d caught you off guard more than once—her hand brushing yours under the guise of a casual touch, her breath warm against your ear as she murmured something that left you blushing furiously. “Relax,” she’d teased, her tone playful yet laced with just enough heat to keep you guessing. “You’ll enjoy this a lot more if you let me do my thing.”
And, oh, had she done her thing. Rio had a way of making everything feel like a game, a thrilling dance where the rules changed on her whim. She’d nudged Agatha out of her carefully curated control, making her laugh—a genuine, surprised laugh—when Rio pulled some cheeky stunt like when she’d stolen Agatha’s glass of wine, taking a slow, exaggerated sip before handing it back with a wink. “Sharing is caring,” she’d said, her voice dripping with mock innocence.
Yet, for all her antics, there had been a subtle kind of care beneath Rio’s mischief, an unspoken understanding that left you feeling seen and safe, even as she pushed boundaries with her playful jabs and daring gestures. At one point, she’d tugged you to your feet, twirling you in an impromptu dance that left you laughing so hard your sides ached. “See?” she’d said, grinning up at you. “I’m not all trouble.”
The interplay between the three of you had been electric—Agatha’s sharp wit, Rio’s boundless energy, and your own giddy exhilaration all feeding into a perfect storm of chaos and chemistry.
Agatha and Rio—so different, yet so perfectly balanced—had turned the night into something unforgettable. You closed your eyes and let yourself relive it all, every laugh, every touch, every glance that lingered just a second too long. The thought brought a blush to your cheeks, warmth spreading through you as you replayed the memory. It wasn’t just the passion—though there had been plenty of that—it was the way the three of you clicked so effortlessly. The love, the teasing, the connection. The heat in your cheeks deepened, and you pressed your face into the pillow to hide your grin, even though no one was watching.
You were quietly grateful for Agatha’s meticulous nature as your thoughts lingered. She had insisted on soundproofing the master bedroom with magic before you started—‘fun time’ as Rio put it.
Nicky’s room was across the hall, a good distance from the master bedroom, and you couldn’t imagine the mortification if he had woken up to hear what his mothers had been up to. Instead, he’d been able to sleep soundly, blissfully unaware of the chaos behind your closed door.
Just as you let out a contented sigh, a sharp bang broke the serene morning silence, making you jolt upright. You didn’t even need to see it to know exactly what happened. “Rio,” you muttered under your breath, rubbing your eyes.
Sure enough, the sound of footsteps followed, heavy and unapologetic. Rio was the only person who could make closing a door sound like a declaration of war. You and Agatha had nagged her countless times about being careful when closing doors, especially in front of their son, but her half-hearted promises to “try” never amounted to much.
“Of course,” you mumbled, shaking your head with a small smile. Why would she change now?
You swung your legs over the side of the bed and stretched, your muscles pleasantly sore from the night before. The floor was cool beneath your feet as you padded toward the door, but instead of heading downstairs immediately, you turned toward Nicky’s room across the hall. The soundproofing may have kept him asleep through the night, but you always made a point to check on him in the mornings.
Pushing the door open gently, you peeked inside. The soft morning light filtered through his curtains, illuminating the room warmly. Nicky was still curled under his blanket, clutching his favourite stuffed animal—a well-loved fox missing a bit of fur on one ear. His dark curls framed his peaceful face, and the soft rise and fall of his chest was enough to make your heart swell.
You stepped inside quietly, crouching beside his bed and brushing a stray curl from his forehead. He stirred slightly but didn’t wake, a small sigh escaping his lips as he burrowed deeper into the blanket. Smiling, you leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his head.
“Sleep tight, sweetheart,” you whispered, tucking the blanket around him a little more snugly before standing.
Satisfied that he was still blissfully unaware of the chaos that awaited downstairs, you headed for the door. Somewhere in the house, Rio was probably getting into trouble, and you could already imagine Agatha’s sharp voice scolding her for whatever mischief she was causing.
With a smirk and a shake of your head, you tightened your robe and headed downstairs. If nothing else, mornings in this house were never boring.
You shuffled into the kitchen, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes. The familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, warm and inviting. Agatha was already seated at the table, a steaming mug cradled in her hands. Her usual air of perfection was slightly dishevelled this morning—her curls loosely tumbling over her shoulders, her sharp blue eyes soft with the remnants of sleep.
She was wearing a simple, baggy grey t-shirt that fell just long enough to cover her bottom, and you couldn’t help but notice she wasn’t wearing shorts. It was a rare sight; catching her in something so casual made you pause for a moment, a lazy smile tugging at your lips.
“Good morning, doll,” Agatha said, her tone smooth but tinged with amusement as she caught your gaze lingering. She raised an eyebrow and took a sip of her coffee. “Like what you see?”
You cleared your throat, grabbing a mug for yourself. “Morning,” you muttered, trying to sound nonchalant. “Nice shirt.”
Agatha smirked. “Nice try.”
You busied yourself pouring coffee, trying not to let her fluster you too much first thing in the morning. “So, what’s for breakfast?” you asked casually, leaning against the counter as you sipped your coffee.
Agatha arched an eyebrow. “I was going to ask you that. What do you want?”
You paused, considering her question. “Pancakes,” you decided, nodding to yourself. “I’ll make pancakes.”
The moment the words left your mouth, you saw Agatha’s expression faltered ever so slightly, her blue eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly as if bracing herself for disaster. She quickly masked it with a tight smile, but you’d already caught the hint of panic.
“Pancakes?” she repeated, her voice overly calm. “That’s… ambitious.”
You frowned, tilting your head. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing, nothing at all,” Agatha replied smoothly, waving her hand. But the look in her eyes told you everything. She hadn’t forgotten the infamous pasta incident—a night of charred pots, ruined sauce, and a lingering smell of burnt... everything.
“Okay, I see what’s happening here,” you said, narrowing your eyes at her. “You think I’m going to mess this up. Again.”
“Did I say that?” Agatha asked innocently, though the corner of her mouth twitched as she fought back a teasing smile.
“You didn’t have to say it. I can see it.” You pointed toward her face. “That’s the face of a woman who doesn’t trust me in her kitchen.”
“Can you blame me, doll?” Agatha teased, setting her coffee down. “Last time you ‘cooked,’ we had to replace an entire pot.”
“That was one time!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up. “And pasta is harder than it looks.”
“It really isn’t,” Agatha deadpanned, resting her chin on her hand as she watched you with barely concealed amusement.
“Well, today’s my redemption arc,” you said, puffing out your chest dramatically. “You’ll see. I’ll make the best pancakes you’ve ever had.”
Agatha leaned back in her chair, clearly unconvinced but entertained, nonetheless. “I can’t wait,” she said, her voice dripping with mock encouragement.
“Even Nicky doesn’t trust your cooking,” she added, her lips twitching as she fought back a wider grin. “Remember when he refused to eat your ‘special’ cheese noodles because it smelled funny?”
“That was a bad box of noodles!” you protested, pointing at her accusingly. “That wasn’t my fault.”
“Of course, it wasn’t, doll,” Agatha said, her tone saccharine with mock understanding. “But our poor boy has a sensitive palate now. Mummy scarred him for life.”
“Oh, please,” you said, rolling your eyes. “He ate that pudding you made last week, and it was basically a bowl of sugar.”
“That’s because I know how to bribe him properly,” she quipped, sipping her coffee. “You should take notes.”
You turned toward the pantry with renewed determination, grabbing the needed ingredients. Behind you, Agatha sipped her coffee, her amused gaze following your every move.
As you started assembling the ingredients, you couldn’t help but drift your thoughts to Nicky. He was still sound asleep, blissfully unaware of the playful bickering happening in the kitchen. You smiled to yourself, picturing his messy curls and the way his nose scrunched up when he laughed. Maybe he wouldn’t trust your cooking skills, but you’d make pancakes so good they’d change his mind—or so you hoped.
This time, you’d prove Agatha wrong—or at least, you’d try not to burn the house down.
With a newfound sense of determination, you began your pancake mission. Ingredients were gathered, a mixing bowl was placed centre stage, and the whisk held firmly in your grip like a sword of culinary redemption. You attacked the batter with gusto, whisking it furiously as though you could whisk away any lingering memories of the Great Pasta Incident.
Agatha, perched elegantly at the kitchen table, looked as though she were preparing to judge a cooking competition. Her sharp blue eyes followed your every move, and her coffee cup was held with the poise of a queen observing her kingdom.
“Doll,” she began, her tone laced with amusement, “you’re supposed to whisk the batter, not bludgeon it into submission.”
“It’s a technique,” you said defensively, glaring at her over your shoulder. “You wouldn’t understand.”
“Mmhmm,” she murmured, her lips curling into a smirk. “And when will I get to taste these so-called revolutionary pancakes?”
You returned to the counter with renewed focus, determined to ignore her snide remarks. The first pancake hit the pan with a satisfying sizzle, and you let out a quiet sigh of relief. Things were going smoothly—for now.
That is, until the pancake started to burn.
The distinct smell of something charred filled the air. Agatha’s nose wrinkled delicately, and she leaned back in her chair with a pointed glance at the pan. “I think your revolutionary pancake is revolting,” she quipped.
“It’s fine!” you insisted, frantically flipping the pancake. The sight of its darkened, crispy surface made you wince. Okay, maybe it wasn’t fine.
Just then, the back door swung open, slamming shut with a familiar bang. You didn’t even flinch—you already knew who it was.
Rio strolled in, her hair slightly tousled and a mischievous gleam in her dark eyes. She had twigs clinging to her shirt, and dirt smudged on her hands, and the air of someone who had definitely been up to no good. “What’s burning?” she asked casually, sniffing the air as she leaned against the counter.
“Nothing!” you snapped, cheeks flushing as you tried to salvage the now-definitely-burned pancake.
“Smells like ‘nothing’ is on fire,” Rio replied, peering over your shoulder with a grin. And she strolled over, leaning on the counter to peer into the bowl of batter. She raised a single eyebrow, her lips quirking into a smirk. “This?” she asked, motioning to the bowl. “This looks like cement.”
Agatha nearly choked on her coffee, her laughter spilling out in a musical and maddening way. “I was trying to be supportive,” she said between chuckles, waving her hand toward Rio. “But thank you for your honesty.”
“Oh, great,” you muttered, rolling your eyes as you tried to pour a second pancake. “Two critics. Just what I needed.”
Rio grinned, her dark eyes gleaming mischievously. “Well, if you can’t take the heat—”
“Don’t say it,” you warned, pointing the spatula at her like a weapon.
“—stay out of the kitchen,” Rio finished with a wink.
Agatha clapped her hands together, clearly delighted by the exchange. “Oh, I’m keeping you around in the kitchen with F/N, Rio.”
“You don’t get a vote on that,” you snapped, pointing the spatula at her this time.
Rio snorted, crossing her arms and leaning against the counter. “I think she does, actually.”
You turned back to the burned pancakes with a groan but decided to put another batch in the pan. Determined, you poured more batter, hoping this one might redeem the previous attempts. As the new pancake started to cook, a faint, familiar smell of burning filled the air again. You winced.
Rio smirked at the charred pancake, leaning forward slightly as she raised an eyebrow. “You call that a pancake?”
Before you could respond, Agatha took a slow, deliberate sip of her coffee, savouring the moment. When she caught Rio’s eye, she made an exaggerated face of mock disgust, sticking out her tongue and pretending to gag.
Rio stifled a laugh, her shoulders shaking with suppressed mirth as she mimicked Agatha’s expression behind your back. You turned slightly, catching only the tail end of their exchange.
“What?” you asked, narrowing your eyes suspiciously.
“Nothing,” Rio said innocently, though her smirk gave her away. She reached for a red apple from the counter, biting into it with a loud crunch as she leaned back to enjoy the unfolding chaos.
“You’re supposed to be on my side,” you muttered, grabbing another ladle of batter and pouring it into the pan with perhaps a bit too much force.
“I am on your side,” Rio replied, teasing but light. “I’m just… objectively observing.”
Agatha chimed in, her voice dripping with faux sympathy as she rested her chin on her hand. “And how’s that working out for you, doll?”
You ignored them, your focus fixed firmly on the task at hand. This time, the pancake came out slightly less burnt—an almost passable golden brown with just a touch of overdone edges. As you flipped it onto the plate with a sigh of relief, Rio glanced at Agatha and sneaked a sarcastic thumbs up, mouthing the word ‘yummy’.
Agatha snorted quietly, her laughter muffled behind her coffee cup.
Before the third pancake could meet a similar fate, Rio stepped in with her usual grace, whisking the pan off the burner smoothly. “Careful there,” she said, glancing at you with mock seriousness. “I thought you said you had this under control.”
“I do!” you protested, though the sad, slightly charred pancake sitting in the middle of the pan betrayed you. “Mostly.”
Agatha sighed theatrically and rose gracefully from her chair, her curls bouncing slightly as she moved toward you. “Alright, doll,” she said, her voice tinged with exasperated affection. “Let me show you how it’s done.” She took the spatula from your hand, her fingers brushing yours. “Step aside.”
You watched as she flipped the pancake with practised ease, her movements precise and annoyingly perfect. The golden pancake landed on the plate like a taunt, its flawless surface mocking your earlier attempts.
“Okay, fine,” you huffed grudgingly, crossing your arms. “You win.”
Rio leaned against the counter, arms crossed and her grin smug. “Was there ever a doubt?”
“Plenty of doubt,” you shot back, grabbing your coffee cup to console yourself. “I just let her win because I’m nice like that.”
“Sure, doll,” Agatha said, smirking over her shoulder as she reached for more batter. Her tone was teasing, but the softness in her smile as she glanced back at you made your heart swell. “Keep telling yourself that.”
Rio sidled up beside you, nudging your shoulder with hers. “At least you tried,” she said warmly, her teasing softened by genuine affection.
“Thanks,” you replied dryly. “I feel so supported.”
By the time breakfast was finally ready, the kitchen was filled with laughter and the mouthwatering smell of fresh pancakes. Agatha plated the stack with the precision of someone who clearly had mastered the art while Rio snagged a pancake directly from the pile, earning a mock glare from both of you.
By the time the pancakes were ready—thanks mostly to Agatha’s intervention and Rio’s sharp eye—the kitchen smelled divine. A tall stack of golden, fluffy pancakes sat in the centre of the table, accompanied by a small jug of maple syrup, fresh fruit, and a dish of butter. The chaos of earlier was replaced by a cosy sense of accomplishment. Well, mostly.
Nicky appeared in the doorway, rubbing his sleepy eyes and clutching his favourite stuffed fox. His dark curls were mussed from sleep, and he yawned loudly as he padded into the room. “Mummy, is breakfast ready?” he asked, his voice still groggy.
You smiled, ruffling his hair as he climbed into his seat at the table. “Yes, sweetheart. Pancakes, just for you.”
“Mama!” Nicky called Rio brightly as he saw her, who was already pouring him a small glass of orange juice. “Did you help?”
Rio grinned, sliding the glass toward him. “Of course I did, kiddo. Someone had to make sure Mummy didn’t burn the house down.”
You shot her a mock glare. “Really, Rio? That’s the story we’re going with?”
Nicky giggled, his wide eyes sparkling with mischief. “Mummy’s cooking’s bad.”
Your jaw dropped in mock offence, and you huffed dramatically, placing your hands on your hips. “Excuse me, young man. I am standing right here.”
Agatha chuckled softly as she took her seat at the table. “You’d better watch out, doll,” she said, smirking as she helped herself to a pancake. “He’s not wrong.”
Nicky turned to Agatha with a sweet smile. “Mumma, did you make the pancakes?”
Agatha raised an eyebrow, clearly relishing her moment of triumph. “I may have stepped in to help,” she said smoothly, slicing a piece of her pancake.
“You saved breakfast!” Nicky said with pure, four-year-old sincerity, making Rio burst out laughing.
You sighed, slumping into your chair. “This is a conspiracy,” you muttered, reaching for the syrup. “A family-wide betrayal.”
Rio leaned over to nudge you playfully with her shoulder. “Aw, don’t pout, Mummy. Your pancakes just needed a little… guidance.”
“A lot of guidance,” Agatha chimed in, earning a glare from you that only made her laugh harder.
Nicky, oblivious to the teasing dynamic, happily devoured his pancake, syrup smeared across his cheek. “Mummy, these are yummy now!” he declared, flashing you a bright smile.
“See?” you said, holding up your hands triumphantly. “Even Nicky thinks they’re good—now.”
“Mama and Mumma fixed them,” Nicky added innocently, making Rio chuckle and Agatha smirk into her coffee.
“Traitor,” you muttered, though your heart warmed at his happy grin.
The table soon settled into an easy rhythm. Nicky happily chattered about his plans for the day, his stuffed animal perched beside his plate as though it were joining the meal. Rio listened attentively, her dark eyes twinkling as she occasionally added playful comments that made him giggle. Agatha, ever the composed one, cut small pieces of pancake for Nicky, her calm demeanour hiding the soft affection in her gaze.
You watched them all, a small smile tugging at your lips. For all the teasing, for all the chaos, this was your family—messy, imperfect, and absolutely perfect at the same time.
As the meal wrapped up, Nicky climbed into your lap, his sticky hands clutching your shirt as he rested his head on your shoulder. “Mummy, can we have pancakes again tomorrow?” he asked adorably, his voice muffled against you.
“Maybe,” you replied, kissing his curly head. “If I’m feeling brave.”
Rio snorted, earning a swat on the arm from you, and Agatha simply shook her head, muttering something about getting back up before letting you near the stove again.
As the sunlight poured through the windows, you couldn’t help but feel a quiet, profound happiness settle over you. This was home—complete with burnt pancakes, endless teasing, and the people you loved most in the world.
The kitchen was finally calm after the earlier chaos, though the faint smell of burnt batter still lingered in the air. Despite the rocky start, breakfast had been served, eaten, and thoroughly enjoyed. The perfectly golden pancakes on everyone’s plates had been, in the end, Agatha’s doing.
You leaned back in your chair, sipping your coffee and watching Nicky as he happily finished the last bites of his pancake. The sticky syrup smeared across his cheeks, paired with his radiant grin, was almost enough to make you forget the earlier mishaps.
Agatha, sitting across from you, was the picture of smug satisfaction, her blue eyes sparkling as she cradled her coffee mug. “So,” she began, her tone dripping with feigned politeness, “how would you rate your contribution to breakfast today, doll?”
You shot her a mock glare, clutching your coffee defensively. “I got us started. If it weren’t for me, there’d be no batter to burn.”
Rio snorted from her spot, lounging casually in her chair. “That’s one way to spin it.”
“Thank you for your support, Mama,” you said dryly, rolling your eyes at her.
“Mama’s funny,” Nicky piped up, giggling as he pointed at Rio. His small hands were still sticky from breakfast, though his stuffed fox seemed to have escaped the syrupy carnage.
Rio gave him an exaggerated wink. “I aim to please, kid.”
Nicky beamed and turned his wide eyes toward Agatha. “Mumma made the pancakes because Mummy burned them,” he said innocently, his voice lilting with glee at his perfect observation.
Agatha nearly choked on her coffee, her lips twitching as she fought back a laugh. “He knows everything,” she said, smirking at you over the rim of her mug.
“Traitor,” you muttered, reaching over to ruffle Nicky’s curls. He laughed and pressed his fox to his chest, clearly unbothered by your mock offence.
“You should be proud,” Rio teased, standing and stretching lazily. “It takes a special kind of talent to set off a smoke alarm with batter.”
“That didn’t happen!” you protested, narrowing your eyes at her. “The smoke detector is fine.”
“For now,” Agatha quipped, her tone dry but affectionate. She stood and began gathering the empty plates, her movements effortlessly graceful. “Alright, doll, I think it’s fair to say breakfast was a team effort—though the team carried you.”
“Rude,” you replied, though you couldn’t help but grin. Watching her move about the kitchen, so perfectly composed, even in a baggy t-shirt, you felt that familiar warmth bloom in your chest.
Nicky hopped down from his chair, grabbing your hand with his sticky little fingers. “Mummy, can we go outside now?” he asked, his wide eyes sparkling with excitement.
“In a little bit, sweetheart,” you said, brushing a sticky curl off his forehead. “First, let’s clean up the kitchen.”
Nicky immediately shook his head, his curls bouncing as he declared, “I can’t, Mummy. I’m too little!”
Rio chuckled from the sink, where she was rinsing a plate. “Convenient,” she muttered with a smirk, her tone dripping with playful sarcasm.
You leaned down and lightly tapped Nicky’s nose, earning a giggle. “You still need to be cleaned up first, sticky boy,” you teased.
Before Nicky could wriggle away or protest further, Agatha’s calm, steady voice cut in. Standing beside Rio with a plate in hand, she glanced back at you. Her sharp features softened as her eyes met yours. “Don’t worry, doll,” she said gently. “We’ve got it.”
You let out an exaggerated sigh, scooping Nicky into your arms as he squealed with laughter. “What would I do without you?” you asked, your voice full of affection.
“Burn down the house,” Agatha replied with a smirk, earning a laugh from Rio.
“Probably true,” Rio added, her grin widening. “I mean, someone’s got to keep the syrup monster under control.”
As the three of you worked together—well, mostly Agatha and Rio, since Nicky was still “too little”—the sticky chaos seemed to fade into the background. Nicky’s laughter bubbled up as he chattered about imaginary pancake adventures, his little hands flapping excitedly. Rio’s boisterous laugh echoed in the room, punctuated by Agatha’s sharp wit and quiet chuckles.
By the time the kitchen was tidier, the air felt lighter, filled with warmth and the lingering hum of shared moments. It wasn’t perfect—there were still smudges of syrup here and there, and Nicky had managed to sneak another sticky handprint onto your sleeve—but it didn’t matter.
The kitchen, chaotic and messy yet filled with laughter and love, was a perfect reflection of your family.
#3M&N series#agatha harkness#agatha harkness x rio vidal x reader#agatha harkness x reader#agatha harkness x rio vidal#agatha x rio#fem reader#rio vidal x reader#rio vidal x agatha harkness#nicky scratch
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Nicky and twinyards
Nicky never thought he could become a savior. Or anything at all, if he`s being honest.
It`s almost laughable to imagine him as anything but an inconvenience. His parents, schoolmates, and church members always gave him that consoling smile when he talked too much or laughed too loudly.
He didn`t really know that he was suffocating until he landed in Germany. It was the first clean and hopeful breath he had ever had. It lasted not for long, but it changed everything.
One messy call and many chaotic discussions later, he found himself on the plane to Columbia. He felt confident enough to hold his breath for a while. But Aaron and Andrew had no such luxury.
He’s met with icy stares, snarky comments, and aggression. Nicky`s bed is cold and empty, nothing like what he had in Germany. But he can tolerate it. Years of living with his parents taught him how to hide his emotions and real feelings. And what was there to hide? It’s teenagers, he expected it. He should have.
At least they’re not with Luther. At least they have their own space and no fear of retaliation. At least he can give them their own rooms.
Sometimes, he wonders if they care at all about him. Maybe they’d put their foot down with Luther. Or they would just accept it all and see no problems with his worldviews, they’re straight after all.
Then comes an attack. His mother once told him that he’d diè like that - in some filthy alley with other sinners. Maybe she’d laugh about it, mocked him for not listening, doubting her advice.
But he’d say that she was wrong.
Because Andrew did come and protect him. In the following weeks, Aaron frequently pulled him aside for cleansing and took meticulous care of his wounds. When everyone else pressured them, they stood united, even if it was just for a fleeting moment.
So that’s enough. Nicky can get up for another day, make breakfast, clean the bathroom, go to work, leave cacao on the lower shelf, talk with Erik, breathe chill night air after the shift, lock the front door, accept the hugs from a way too big bed, and keep moving forward.
Just one step after another.
Till he can fully breathe into his lungs.
Till they all can feel the hope and fresh whiff.
Till they need still him.
#aftg#all for the game#nicky hemmick#andrew minyard#minyard twins#aaron minyard#twinyards#luther hemmick#the raven king#the foxhole court#the king's men#aftg aaron#aftg andrew#aftg nicky
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South Park Music HCs
What music I think the South Park characters would listen to.
Stan ✰ Kyle ✰ Kenny ✰ Cartman ✰ Wendy ✰ Bebe ✰ Heidi ✰ Tweek ✰ Craig ✰ Butters
With Spotify links!
Stan Marsh
Artists:
Radio Head
Siouxsie and the Banshees
Crywank
She Wants Revenge
System Of a Down
Slipknot
The Front Bottoms
Favourite Songs:
Atoma- Dark Tranquillity
Smokey Eyes- Lincoln
F.C.P.R.E.M.I.X- The Fall of Troy
Mr Grieves- Pixies
Misc:
Generally angsty
Gets embarrassed of his taste when he’s put on aux
He probably likes 90s dad rock
Whenever Stan listens to ‘System of a Down’ Cartman calls him ‘Syndrome of a Down’
Likes The Front Bottoms purely because he relates
Kyle Broflovski
Artists:
Dan Mangan
The Cure
Echo & the Bunnyman
Blur
Weezer
Billy Idol
Favourite Songs:
I Love You- Fontaines D.C.
Troubled Mind- Dan Mangan
The Killing Moon- Echo & the Bunnymen
Jumping Someone Else’s Train- The Cure
Candy- Paolo Nutini
Misc:
Cartman calls him a virgin for listening to Weezer
If he’s playing his music around you, he’ll sneak glances at you to see if you like it
Definitely has a poster for The Cure in his bedroom
Refuses to use Bluetooth headphones
Kenny McCormick
Artists:
Eminem
Outkast
Ini Kamoze
Car Seat Headrest
Cypress Hill
Limp Bizkit
Green Day
Favourite Songs:
Hits from the Bong- Cypress Hill
Sexy Drug- Falling in Reverse
Deadlines (Hostile)- Car Seat Headrest
Take A Look Around- Limp Bizkit
Misc:
Watches clips of Woodstock 99 on YouTube
Plays his music so loud that it spills through his headphones and gets weird looks for it
Listens to Taylor Swift and Sabrina Carpenter with his little sister
Eric Cartman
Kanye West
T-Pain
Lady Gaga (we all saw this coming)
Rihanna
Black Eyed Peas
Oliver Tree
Pitbull
Favourite Songs:
Church- T-Pain, Teddy Verseti
Meet Me Halfway- Black Eyed Peas
I Can’t Stop- Will Smith
Bury Me Alive- Oliver Tree
Happiness is a Butterfly- Lana Del Rey
Misc:
Strikes me as the type of guy who doesn’t really listen to music
Unironically likes Oliver Tree (His music and him as a person)
Rips on everyone for their music but won’t tell them who he listens to
Lip syncs to Wiz Khalifa while flexing in the mirror
Listens to T-Pain and Will Smith to make him feel tough
Prefers podcasts
Wendy Testaburger
Artists:
The Shins
Gwen Stefani
Hozier
Grizzly Bear
Nelly Furtado
Olivia Rodrigo
Elliot Smith
Favourite Songs:
Swan Upon Leda- Hozier
Lacy- Olivia Rodrigo
Stand By Me- Ben E.King
Vienna- Billy Joel
Pocketful of Sunshine- Natasha Bedingfield
Misc:
Thunder makes her think of stan so she skips it
Relates to Vienna and probably got a small tattoo for it after she graduated
Probably has an eclectic taste and loves 2010s pop
Lets everyone else play their music while she’s driving and never complains
Stares at her ceiling and listens to Elliot Smith when she’s sad
Gets ready listening to y2k pop songs
Bebe Stevens
Artists:
Jungle
Wild Belle
Dominic Fike
Kesha
Avril Lavigne
Justin Bieber (baby era)
MGMT
Favourite Songs:
Feet Don’t Fail Me Now- Joy Crookes
Back On 74- Jungle
Memory Box- Peter Cat Recording Co.
Keep You- Wild Belle
Beauty And A Beat- Justin Bieber, Nicki Minaj
Ur So Gay- Katy Perry
Misc:
Hates sad music, she’ll force herself to listen to USHER during a breakdown
Picky about her music, if someone plays a song she doesn’t like she’ll definitely skip it or complain until someone else does
Mentioned she liked Justin Bieber and then got in an argument with Cartman because of it
Never lets Clyde near the speaker
Screams Ur So Gay at the top of her lungs when it comes on
Heidi Turner
Artists:
Jack Johnson
Syd Matters
Daughter
Fleet Foxes
Rainbow Kitten Surprise
Noah Kahan
Of Monsters and Men
Favourite Songs:
Open Season- High Highs
To All of You- Syd Matters
Two Weeks- Grizzly Bear
Sitting, Waiting, Wishing- Jack Johnson
Sisyphus- Andrew Bird
Blue Ridge Mountains- Fleet Foxes
Misc:
Loves going for walks while she listens to music
Sends you songs that remind her of you
Listens to every song you send her and tells you what she likes about it
Hums when she has her headphones in without realising
Her and all of her friends love Noah Kahan
Tweek Tweak
Artists:
Billie Holiday
Billie Marten
Johann Sebastian Bach
Claude Debussy
Ludwig van Beethoven
Foals
Connie Francis
Favourite Songs:
Who’s Sorry Now- Connie Francis
Cello Suite No. 1 in G Minor- Johann Sebastian Bach
Méditation from Thaïs- Jules Massenet
Bad Apple- Billie Marten
The Lark Ascending- Ralph Vaughan Williams
Misc:
I actually think he would hater Hyper-Pop
Prefers slow/classical/instrumental songs
Listens to a lot of white noise, really specific ones like ‘Heavy Rain in Autumn Fairy Forest 9 hours’
Musical prodigy, plays piano and cello
Craig Tucker
Artists:
Nirvana
Hole
No Doubt
Foo Fighters
Pulp
Arcade Fire
Jeff Buckley
Favourite Songs:
Common People- Pulp
Malmo- Mook
Forget Her- Jeff Buckley
The Pretender-Foo Fighters
Dumb- Nirvana
Misc:
Made one playlist in eighth grade and never listens to anything else
Thinks Courtney Love killed Kurt Cobain
Hates TikTok music, like genuinely.
Somewhat of a gatekeeper
Butters Stotch
Artists:
She & Him
Blonde
Kate Bush
Dolly Parton
Regina Spector
The La’s
The Mama’s and the Papa’s
Favourite Songs:
You’ll Never Find Another Love Like Mine- Lou Rawls
In the Summertime- Mungo Jerry
Hey, Lucky Lady- Dolly Parton
The Tide is High- Blondie
Why Do You Let Me Stay Here- She & Him
Don’t Let The Good Life Pass You By- Cass Elliot
Clay Pigeons- Michael Cera
Misc:
Songs absentmindedly all the time, annoys the hell out of everyone
Quotes the songs he listens to
Developed choreography in middle school and still remembers it
Asks people if they’ve heard a super popular song that’s all over the radio and social media out of genuine curiosity
Anyways, that’s all I got for now. Re log or comment what you think they’d listen to bc I’m genuinely curious, thanks for reading!
Also it literally took hours to add all of those Spotify links so I hope you got something out of this! they wouldn’t let me add more than 100 :/
#south park#kyle broflovski#eric cartman#stan marsh#wendy testaburger#bebe stevens#heidi turner#craig tucker#tweek tweak#butters stotch#kenny mccormick#headcanon#south park kyle#south park x y/n#south park x reader#south park headcanons#kyle south park#south park hcs
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I'm curious on why do you think Daniel would hate Armand when he recovers his memory... I thought he would resent him or be ashamed of being in love with the guy who tortured him not too long ago (He could maybe even prescribe himself as having Stockholm Syndrome).
I also can't wait to see all the relationships in Dubai in S3, the angst omg
Hi!
So I don't think Daniel is going to recover all of his memories before the start of Season 3. I think he's just going to remember one more thing by the end of the season via one memory, which will reveal that he and Armand -- at some unknown point -- had sex and said "I love you" to each other.
And that is all Daniel is going to remember of his and Armand's relationship -- that they had sex at some point in time and there was an "I love you" exchange (likely during it) and that's it.
And that little bit Daniel remembers is in no way going to tell the whole story of everything. And that is going to be the key as to how and why he'll react the way I think he will.
Because there is no way, IMO, that Daniel would be happy to learn he and Armand were involved with each other like that with only that little bit of info about it all. Especially not after how Daniel has been reacting to just the whole Rashid deception.
Because after learning that Armand might have very well screwed with his mind not just for days, but for who knows how long? And doing so to hide that something like that happened? I think Daniel is going to view it all as Armand lying to him in a HUGE way. No matter what Armand's excuse for it might be.
And now also given the fact that Daniel knows Armand has messed with Louis' mind in the same way too, I don't think that is going to help Armand in any case he might plead about why he did it in Daniel's eyes either. I really do think Daniel going to see it -- at first -- as nothing but manipulation on Armand's part at first. And, as Eric himself said, Daniel doesn't like being bullied.
Now, I'm not saying that Daniel will only see it that way from here on out. But if Season 2 ends with a reveal that they had sex and said "I love you" to each other in the past at some unknown point (and I still think that reveal will be coming in episode 2x08), the first half of Season 3 is going to have Daniel super angry about that, along with some shame too as well of course, I'm sure. Especially because he's not going to have the full context of it all.
But it'll probably take until the middle of Season 3 before Daniel is even willing to hear Armand fully out about it I bet.
And honestly, I think Armand is going to have to deal with a lot of anger coming at him during the first half of Season 3, and not just from Daniel. I fully expect Lestat to be there and, since we know we're getting Lestat's backstory in Season 3 then, if you know that story from The Vampire Lestat, Armand doesn't exactly cover himself in glory during the events there either. Heck, Louis already alluded to the hands thing with Nicki in this very episode.
So yeah, Daniel won't be the only one angry at Armand for a time at the start of Season 3 IMO, but I do think he will be. And what Daniel will very likely hear wrt Lestat's backstory isn't going to help things in that regard either I bet, coupled with the fact that his memory of their time together as lovers will only be remembering one fleeting moment and that's all.
Daniel won't yet have his full memory of everything regarding him and Armand together going into Season 3; not for a (long) while IMO. And so missing a lot of context is going to inform Daniel's first and immediate reaction to learning it, IMO.
#Daniel Molloy#Armand#The Vampire Armand#Louis de Pointe du Lac#Lestat de Lioncourt#Devil's Minion#The Devil's Minion#Interview with the Vampire#amc iwtv#iwtv#ask#ask and answer#iwtv spoilers
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Kissing Booth!!
where Nicki stops by for a hug and gets a therapy session as well @fleetsummers
Nicki Torres
"Okay, I couldn't stay away," she said as she walked in and found Fleet. "Necesito un abrazo de mi estrellita."
fleet summers
"Ohh!" Fleet popped up from behind the booth, scuttling out to hug Nicki before she even reached anywhere near the stool. "Si claro, mi morena. But you know you didn't need to wait for a booth for that." He kept his arms around her, guiding her towards the seat. "How goes the recovery?"
Nicki Torres
"I know I didn't but I felt an overwhelming urge to get one right this second." She hugged him back and kept her arm around him as he guided her inside. "Alright. Still a little sore and stiff but I'm taking it easy, as promised. No unnecessary trips or reckless acts of stupidity. What about you? How are you?"
fleet summers
He helped get her situated and stayed standing next to Nicki's stool, both arms looped around her. "It's okay," Fleet said, after a moment. "I'm not gonna scold you about whatever it is people scold you about. Not that they're wrong--" he smiled, bumping her nose with his own, "--they do it out of love, but they've got that covered. You and me can just noodle along our own stuff."
Nicki Torres
Nicki laughed softly as she held onto him. Her fingers were tracing up and down his spine. "Well, I appreciate that. I will gladly noodle along with you." She hummed a little bit. "You didn't answer my question, silly."
fleet summers
"I'm doing all right. People are ... upset about various things, a lot. Not at me, I mean in general about their own things, but in a gross kind of way that's comforting?" Fleet huffed a little breath, half-exasperated with himself, half-relieved. "It makes me feel less like I'm trying to get attention when I'm upset."
Nicki Torres
Nicki nodded along as she reached out with her foot to try and grab the other chair and bring it closer so he could sit with her. "Well, I'm glad. I know things have been pretty bleak lately. But this whole thing....it's nice." She had motioned to the booth around them but it was more than just that. "It's about time something good happened around town. Was this whole thing your idea? It has your flair written all over it."
fleet summers
Fleet gave a shushing hiss when Nicki tried to hook the other chair, moving it himself and then sitting down. "Flair? That's a very flattering way to put it." He laughed, giving a slight shrug. "Guilty as charged. I know you're not supposed to say, but since I'm one of the organizing Leprechauns, after all--" Fleet elbowed her slightly, "--how are you feeling about your recipient?"
Nicki Torres
Nicki couldn't help but laugh at the sound he made when he shushed her. She wasn't sure if he was trying to stop her because she was straining to pull the chair around or for some other reason. She figured it was the latter. Upon his question she laughed and shrugged. "It's gonna be....amusing, let's put it that way. I was kinda hoping for someone else but it's gonna be fun and a little challenging. What about you? You got anyone good?"
fleet summers
"Whoa whoa whoa, you can't just say you were hoping for somebody else and not tell me who!" Fleet gave Nicki's knee the lightest of slaps. "I'm trying to keep you from over-exerting yourself and here you want to make me twist myself into conniptions guessing at who you would've preferred to get. Tell me all about it and--" Fleet put on a light, lilting Irish accent, "--sure I'll see what magic I can do, slainte."
Nicki Torres
"Oh, no," she laughed and shook her head, "that's cheating! I can't get special favors because I have an in with one of the glorious little leprechauns on the leprechaun committee! And besides, I'm curious to see who has him and what they get for him. And before you ask, no, it's not Ares. I actually have something special for him already just because. But no, it's probably better I keep who I have so that I can have time to come up with something for other, nameless person."
fleet summers
"I wouldn't have guessed Ares! Give me some credit for having more drama than sense." Fleet pouted extravagantly when Nicki declined to say who she'd hoped to get, tapping his bottom lip for a moment and then guessing, "David? Isaac? Orion? Lucien? Oh, there's no point, you know everyone so the possibilities are endless. Sigh." He wriggled on his stool, saying, "I don't know mine that well but I'm pleased! Doing something nice for them won't be any trouble at all."
Nicki Torres
Nicki gave Fleet a cute, adoring look as she cupped his face in her hand. "God, your little pout is so hard to say no to. You're killing me, mi estrellita." None of the names he guessed were correct, although David's name popped up and she laughed. "Wait, David got roped into this? Now that's hilarious. Who put his name in? Was it Mayra? Or Val? I bet it was Mayra." Fleet seemed so excited for his prospect and considering it was someone he didn't know well, she had money it was on one of the new arrivals. "Please don't tell me you got Mike." Because of course that was her first thought.
fleet summers
"It wasn't Mayra, I can tell you that much." Fleet snickered, shaking his head as he offered a tiny bit more information: "It was mostly us Leprechauns who tossed in the unlikeliest of participants. We all have faces that are hard to say no to." Fleet gave her his biggest, most winsome eyes, but he huffed derisively when Nicki asked if Mike was his recipient. "Not on your life," he said, a curl of disgust to his lip. "I would cut my own brake line if he was in the path of my car. Theoretically." The thought of Mike made his face tighten in anger for a moment, at the thought of what that man had put Zack through, but Fleet set that aside.
Nicki Torres
"You three are amazing. Oh, I can't wait to find out who has David and Zack and who they have. It's gonna be amazing!" She saw his pout and groaned a little bit. God, he was gonna rip it out of her, wasn't he? Probably. And Fleet would be the most successful person to do that, too. Maybe she should tell him. "Oh good. I hope whoever has him gives him a steaming pile of dog shit. Preferably from Rex." Nicki knew this was supposed to be good will but Mike was a different story. "You really want to know who I was hoping for, don't you?"
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The praise did help to turn the anger biting at the edges of Fleet's mood back sweet again, and he flushed a bit under it, reaching to clasp Nicki's hand before dancing his fingers up her forearm, tracing little wheedling circles against her skin. "I really do wanna know," he said. "Believe me -- it can only make the situation better if I know about it. I wasn't kidding about having a some of that shamrock magic in me. Or is it rainbow magic? Either one works."
Nicki Torres
Nicki laughed and groaned a little as he really, and I mean really laid on the charm for her. It was no wonder he had won the heart of one Zack Astor. "Okay, okay, but don't overexert yourself by switching things around for me, okay? I know you three put in a lot of hard work to organize this whole thing, sooooo....." She scrunched the side of her face a bit as she tried to gauge his reaction. "I was hoping for Zack."
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That did take Fleet aback a little, and it probably showed in the immediate tilt of his head, the pucker between his eyebrows. "Zack," he said. "But why? I mean, you already talked to him and it didn't go well. I don't know that an artificially-created situation where you were randomly slated to do something nice for him would improve things any, Nicki."
Nicki Torres
"Yeah, I know. Which is why it's probably best I didn't." She had a feeling that was going to be his reaction. "Because I'm bad at apologies? Or talking anything out, really. And I feel bad, y'know? I've been an ass and you were right and I've been doing some reflecting and....well...." she shrugged, "I think in the rehab game it's called amends or something. I thought it could be a good way to do that."
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Fleet pursed his mouth up to one side as Nicki explained, nodding when she reached the end of her train of thought. "I see what you're saying," he said, "but I don't think that's the most effective way to make amends, not with Zack. He's pretty big on people making their own choices, of their own volition, with their own words. Authenticity goes a long, long way with him -- even authenticity that's not necessarily pretty." He drooped a little bit, sighing for real and not in the actual word now. "I wish I hadn't pushed. I made things worse."
Nicki Torres
Nicki breathed out a long, heavy breath through her nose and her shoulders slumped a little. But she nodded. "You didn't make anything worse. That's all on me, okay? You were trying to help out tu amor and I fumbled. So please, don't blame yourself, okay? I'll just....." her voice trailed off as she tried to think of what to say and she ended up shaking her head, "....I don't know. Figure something out. Maybe write something out and just read it. That could work....?"
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"I don't know either. But it's okay if you take some time to figure it out, Nicki. I'm..." Fleet held on to her arm more consciously, as if he thought Nicki might skitter off at his next turn of conversation. "Don't take this the wrong way but -- for somebody who makes a lot of show about being devil-may-care about everyone's opinions, you're actually pretty bothered when people are upset with you, huh?"
Nicki Torres
See, Nicki felt like she didn't have time but she was gonna take Fleet's word on that. He knew Zack a bit better than her, after all. She was about ready to change the subject when she noticed how Fleet was grabbing her arm and if that wasn't a red flag enough, his preface sure as hell was. Uh oh. At first she thought about scoffing and adamantly denying that was the case but this was Fleet and damn if he wasn't observant as hell. She blew out the air from her lungs and made a face. "Yeah....but only people I care about. I don't like letting them down."
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"Okay." Fleet switched to patting her arm instead, since Nicki had taken that well, all things considered. "It's fine to feel that way. I feel that way. Probably most people in town do." He ducked his head, smiling, to catch Nicki's eye. "It's not just you. It's nothing to be ashamed of, being like the rest of us."
Nicki Torres
Her face felt a little flushed. Whether it was embarrassment or shame or awkwardness that a little wall she had put up had been breached, she wasn't quite sure. And his little pat she was sure was well meant but she felt a little vulnerable. Her eyes caught his face as he moved into her line of sight. Was she really that transparent? "I'm used to being closed off and calloused," she explained as she sat back up in her chair, "not seen, if that makes sense."
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Fleet was quiet for a minute, letting that sit between them as he thought about it. "Do you want to stay that way?" he asked, once he'd felt it out. "Closed off, calloused, without anybody seeing who you really are. You're in Redwood now, with people who care about you. Even the ones who don't love you care about you, as a person, as part of our little group of survivors." Fleet stroked down to Nicki's hand, her long fingers, each one of them in turn. "What's the worst that could happen, if people who care about you see you for who you are?"
Nicki Torres
Nicki breathed out heavily. She was conflicted on how to answer that, honestly. "I wish the answer was that simple, mi estrellita," she sighed as she ran her free hand down her face. "Sometimes I think it's better to stay that way because there's never a guarantee that I'm coming back from a raid. The less people see the real me, the less they have to miss in case I don't come back. Dying is the easy part. Living is hard." Nicki offered a half smile at Fleet, wondering if the musical genius would catch the little reference she threw in there. "I love people. I love caring about people and I love being loved in return, but with everything out there....loss is easier when you aren't too invested."
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Fleet returned the little twitch of a smile, saying, "I hope you're not telling me you've got fantasies of being a martyr, Nicki. Though you'd look great in one of those powdered periwigs and a frockcoat." There was something nagging him about what Nicki was saying, and it wasn't wholly the sentiment in itself -- though Fleet wasn't excited about that, either. He ran through her statement in his head again, then picked out a word: "It's about the raids? The raiding, that's what makes you think this way?" The thought was distressing and Fleet pressed a little more, asking, "Does Ares feel that way, too? Do Orion and Cat and Isaac?"
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Nicki laughed softly. Truly. Genuinely. There was no hollowness or dullness in the song. "Wouldn't I, though? I could see it now, Saint Nicki - patron saint of sex. That is non-negotiable." A potential guide away from dismal, depressing talk but it didn't stick. "I mean, it's not just the raids, but they're the biggest risk. I love raiding. I love the thrill of it, but contrary to everyone's opinions, I'm very well aware that I'm not immortal. I'm happy to go raiding. Even better knowing I'm doing something to help everyone here in Redwood. We're taking the risks so no one else has to. It's a dangerous job and someone has to do it. Why not an adrenaline junkie with a need for speed?" There was more to it than that, obviously, but that was the general gist of it. "Well, I don't know about Cat. I'm still feeling her out. But the rest of us? We know there's a chance we're not coming back every time we go out there. But...honestly, no, I think I might be the only one with this sentiment. I've kind of always had that train of thought, even in the before times. I really only had one person I was super close with back when the world had billions of people and I'm lucky that she's here.....Mayra, in case you were wondering."
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Fleet laughed along -- with a touch of incredulousness at Nicki's audacious remark, naming herself the saint of sex to the person who'd cheated on his boyfriend with her. It wasn't something Fleet would've said, but he didn't dwell on it; Nicki existed primarily in Nickiworld, a state of peculiar innocence that was impermeable to other people's complexities until they became impossible to ignore. See: Zack.
She explained about the raiders and their dynamic, and Fleet honestly didn't know enough about how they worked to say otherwise, so he nodded and accepted the way Nicki described it. He did laugh again when she clarified that she was besties with Mayra, saying, "Oh, I know. I've been in town more than three minutes." Fleet nudged against her. "That's good, though, that's amazing. That the both of you ended up together and able to be there for each other when you need that kind of super duper close unquestioning friendship. I'm glad for you." That did bring up a new thought, though, and Fleet said, "Nicki, I know you love people, and you love caring about people, you've got a huge heart, anyone can see that. But I'm curious. How do you show you care about people?" He lifted a finger and stipulated, "--and your answer can't be about sex, or about jumping in front of a bullet, or killing for them. No declarations of dying or killing and no--" Fleet took a breath, "--fucking. Tell me what else." He drew his fingertips feather-light against the pretty curve of her cheek. "Tell me how you see it."
Nicki Torres
Nicki absorbed his nudge, letting it roll through her and keeping herself balanced in her chair. Things were feeling lighter, that was for sure. Which was good! Nicki had come into the booth looking for a hug and some friendly gossip with one of her favorite people. This definitely wasn't what she was planning on, even if this was maybe more therapeutic than she thought it would be. Although, for a minute, she did freeze for just a minute. The answer to his question was simple - at least, at first. Until he put in his restrictions and her mind went blank. How on Earth was she going to answer that? Her lower lip pushed out into a pout as she fumbled through her memories and thoughts to try and come up with an answer to his question. "I......I don't know," she muttered, her shoulders rising and falling in a shrug as she tried to think of something. "I guess....I like doing nice things for people? Like those clothes I found for you at the Ranch or the crystals I brought back for Mayra....oh, and the knife I asked Alden to make for Ares....which, don't tell Ares that. I want it to be a surprise." His touch tickled her skin but even that didn't really help her think. Seriously, how did she not have a good, solid answer that didn't sound pathetic to this?!
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Nicki's list got a pleased sound out of Fleet, and he hopped upright a bit to say, "Oh! Orion brought back my bag of shirts! It was still all tied up neatly the way I'd left it, and he said that made him think that it was something treasured and worth retrieving. Which is completely right, of course. He's so neat." Which would sound like faint praise were it about anybody else, but Orion was ... neat.
Fleet could see that Nicki was troubled, though, and he didn't really want to press her past the point of this stimulating any further contemplation on her part -- god knew, all of the things they'd been talking about would be overwhelming for anybody -- so instead he pressed a kiss to each of her cheeks, then cupped her face in his hands. "Don't approach Zack just yet," Fleet said, firmly. "Think on it. Think about what he might be feeling. And the answer is more complicated than 'angry with Nicki'. If you can't figure out anything aside from that, then leave it where it lies." He tapped a thumb against her chin. "Ares is gonna lose his mind that you commissioned something from Alden for him. That's so thoughtful of you."
Nicki Torres
"He did?!" She asked, both excited and relieved that Orion had brought those back for him. If they brought back that, she wondered what else they brought back. "That reminds me, I wonder if they found that day calendar thing we were working on. I know the whole point of why we were making it is long gone, but I thought it would still be something nice to finish and give to Ares in case he's laid up a bit longer and I'm needed back out there, helping out and everything." Probably not. She didn't remember where she had left it and it was possible it was destroyed or lost forever. Maybe she could find another day calendar and start all over again.
Nicki's eyes followed Fleet as he stood and she scrunched her face in a bit of shock and confusion as he kissed her cheeks. Not because of the soft affection because that was pretty on par for Fleet and she even felt a slight heat in her cheeks from it. Which she was sure he felt when he held her face in his hands. She then realized what he was doing - giving her advice. Really solid, sound, needed advice because this whole thing with Zack was - well, she had no idea how to navigate it at all and as easy as it would be to just walk away and suffer the consequences of her actions, she did want to try and make things right. Especially to the man who had now saved her life twice. "Alright, I'll stand down." She had no idea how she was going to figure out the complexity of Zack Astor without getting verbal hints from the man himself but she could figure it out, right? If she could replace a carburetor in Persephone, she could totally do this. She smiled and laughed a little as she caught Fleet's hands and held them. "I'm hoping he likes it. It's not exactly his dream knife but I think it's pretty close. I can't wait to give it to him, honestly."
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"No, I think that calendar's probably good and gone, unfortunately. But that's okay." Fleet spun a lock of Nicki's hair around his finger and then let it go, to sproing into a curl. "You've got a million more nice things to say to Ares in your head to make up for it."
A wash of relief went through Fleet when Nicki promised she wouldn't push things with Zack and he resisted saying anything further on the subject -- which was hard, because his instinct was to help and to talk it out and to offer more and more ways to look at the situation, but his instinct had only made it more sticky. His instinct had caused the whole problem, in fact. The remorse was present but Fleet was already working on making his own amends to his boyfriend, so he wasn't dwelling on it. "Thank you," Fleet said, before Nicki caught his hands in her own and he smiled brightly at her excitement about her present for Ares. "I'm glad you two are doing well," he said, earnestly. "I love you both so much. I know whatever goes on with you raiders stays with you raiders, so it's good you have each other."
Nicki Torres
Nicki's lower lip pouted out. "Damn, I had some really good messages written down that I was rather proud of." It had also been just fun to write down the dirty little messages and imagining Ares' face when he read some of them. But, unfortunately, that was life. She would just have to show him what she was writing down in person. That, she was sure, would be something Ares would look forward to.
Things really were good between Ares and her. Nicki loved it. Honestly she never thought she could feel this way about anyone but fuck, was she glad she was absolutely wrong. "We love you too," she said before bringing both of his hands up and kissing the backs of each one. "And we both are lucky to have you to brighten our days when we're here in town." Honest to God's truth. She gave his hands a squeeze and stood up, albeit slowly and stiffly. She had probably sat a bit too long in that chair. "I probably shouldn't hog you too much longer. I'm sure you're gonna have a line of people wanting your attention. One more hug and/or kiss for he road?"
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"Mmmm, maybe. Val and Beth are more to some people's tastes." Fleet laughed, though, no malice in the comment, adding, "--one of us is sure to appeal to somebody if the other two don't!" Nicki was moving a little stiffly but mostly all right as she stood, so Fleet didn't move to help her, just watching until he was certain she was doing okay. "You take care. And good luck with your Pot of Gold task." He gave her both a hug and a kiss, to the middle of her lips, pressed close-mouthed and sweet the way children did it.
Nicki Torres
Nicki hummed happily and hugged him back before accepting the little kiss from him. "You take care too, mi estrellita. And don't be a stranger." She gave him a wink before kissing his cheek and heading towards the library to check on Ares.
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Where Love Waits (Agatha Harkness x Rio)
Angst, but a good ending lmao
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Agatha Harkness wasn’t the sort of person to let her guard down easily. Centuries of living as a witch in a world that feared her kind had taught her better. But with Rio, she’d found something unexpected: trust, love, and a fleeting sense of peace. It was an odd pairing, people often said. Agatha, the immortal witch whose power thrummed in her veins like a constant heartbeat, and Rio, the enigmatic and eternally composed personification of Death. Yet, they worked. Or so it seemed.
Their son, Nicky, had been the unexpected joy of their lives. A child forged of magic and a bond deeper than life or death itself. He had Rio’s piercing gaze, dark and infinite as a starless night, and Agatha’s sharp wit, quick and cutting like the crack of a spell. From the moment he was born, Nicky was their everything, the glue that cemented their already unbreakable connection.
It was a quiet day when it happened. The kind of day that lulls you into a false sense of security. Agatha had been teaching Nicky to levitate small objects in the garden, while Rio watched from the porch, an amused smile playing on her lips. The sun was warm, the air filled with the scent of lavender and sage. Everything felt… right.
Nicky had tripped, a harmless stumble that should have been nothing more than a momentary scare. But in that instant, the threads of fate twisted cruelly. Agatha saw it happen as though in slow motion: the way Nicky fell, the sharp edge of the stone he struck his head on, the unnatural stillness that followed. She’d screamed his name, rushing to his side, her magic already surging to heal him. But it was too late.
Rio was already there, kneeling beside their son with an expression Agatha couldn’t bear to read. It was a look of resignation, of inevitability. The look of someone who had seen this countless times before and knew there was no stopping it. Agatha’s magic clashed against Rio’s presence, desperate and futile. She screamed at Rio, begged her to do something, to change it, to break the rules she had always claimed were unbreakable.
“I can’t,” Rio said, her voice soft but unyielding. “You know I can’t.”
The days that followed were a blur of grief and rage. Agatha’s once orderly home became a chaotic mess of overturned furniture and shattered glass. The air crackled with the remnants of her uncontrolled magic, and the garden withered under the weight of her despair. She couldn’t look at Rio without feeling a tidal wave of anger rise within her.
“You could have stopped it,” she spat one evening, her voice venomous. “You’re Death. You decide who lives and who dies. And you let our son die.”
Rio stood in the doorway, her usual calm demeanor marred by the faintest hint of sorrow. “It’s not that simple, Agatha. I don’t choose. I—”
“Don’t you dare give me your rules and your balance bullshit,” Agatha interrupted, her eyes blazing. “He was a child. Our child. You could have done something.”
“And what would you have me do?” Rio’s voice rose for the first time, sharp and cutting. “Defy the natural order? Tear apart the fabric of existence because you can’t accept that sometimes even we aren’t in control?”
Agatha’s laugh was bitter. “Spare me your cosmic wisdom. You’re Death, Rio. If anyone could’ve stopped it, it was you.”
They didn’t speak after that. Rio disappeared for days, leaving Agatha alone with her grief and her anger. She tried to bring Nicky back herself, pouring over ancient texts and forbidden spells, but every attempt ended in failure. The universe itself seemed to conspire against her, mocking her efforts at every turn.
When Rio finally returned, she found Agatha in the garden, kneeling beside the small gravestone that marked their son’s resting place. The witch looked up, her face hollow and weary.
“Why did you come back?” Agatha asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Haven’t you done enough?”
Rio hesitated, then knelt beside her. “I never wanted this,” she said softly. “You think I don’t feel the weight of it? That I don’t wish things could be different? But I—”
“Stop,” Agatha interrupted, shaking her head. “Just… stop. I can’t hear it anymore.”
Silence fell between them, heavy and suffocating. For a moment, it seemed as though nothing could bridge the chasm that had formed between them. But then Rio reached out, her hand hesitating before resting gently on Agatha’s.
“I can’t change the past,” Rio said. “But I can help you find peace. Let me take you to him.”
Agatha looked up sharply. “To him?”
Rio nodded. “The spirit world. You’ve always had one foot in that realm because of your magic. If you’re willing, I can guide you there. But it’s a one-way journey, Agatha. You’d have to leave this life behind.”
Agatha’s breath hitched. The idea of abandoning everything she knew was terrifying, but the thought of seeing Nicky again—of holding him, of being with him—was more powerful than any fear. She reached for Rio’s hand, gripping it tightly. “Take me to him.”
The transition was unlike anything Agatha had ever experienced. Rio’s power enveloped her, a mixture of cold finality and strange comfort. The world blurred and shifted, and when Agatha opened her eyes, she was standing in a place that felt both foreign and familiar. The air shimmered with an otherworldly glow, and the landscape was a blend of vivid colors and ethereal forms. And then she saw him.
Nicky ran toward her, his laughter echoing like a melody. Agatha fell to her knees, arms outstretched as he barreled into her embrace. She held him tightly, tears streaming down her face as she murmured his name over and over.
Rio stood a few steps away, watching the reunion with a faint smile. When Agatha finally looked up, she whispered, “Thank you.”
“This is where you belong now,” Rio said. “With him. I’ll stay, too. If you’ll have me.”
Agatha nodded, pulling Rio into the embrace. For the first time since Nicky’s death, she felt whole. They weren’t bound by the rules of life and death anymore. Here, in this timeless, boundless realm, they could be a family again.
And so they stayed, together, in a place where love and magic intertwined, where grief was a distant memory, and where their son’s laughter filled the air forever.
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All for the game’s characters as songs from my playlist EXCEPT its songs they LOOK like instead of what vibes they give off (if you don’t understand you are doomed a loser for the rest of your life)
Neil Josten
All I Need by Radiohead
West End Girls by Pet Shop Boys
The Great Big Gig In The Sky by Pink Floyd
Andrew Minyard
I Wanna Be Your Dog by Mephisto Walz
Dark Entries by Bauhaus
Headup by Deftones
Aaron Minyard
Everlong by Foo Fighters
Dumb by Nirvana
Teenagers by My Chemical Romance
Kevin Day
Carmen by Lana Del Rey
My Girlfriends Girlfriend by Type O’ Negative
My Lady of Mercy by The Last Dinner Party
Nicky Hemmick
Relax by Frankie Goes To Hollywood
That Means A lot by The Beatles
There From New York, New York by Frank Sinatra
Renee Walker
Once Upon A Dream by Lana Del Rey
Breathing by Kate Bush
Mirror by The Last Dinner Party
Allison Reynolds
Chase The Stars by Solene, Minthaze, Saimsoul
Literal Legand by Ayesha Erotica
Christian Woman by Type O’ Negative
Dan Wilds
Champagne Coast by Blood Orange
Rapture by Blondie
Royals by Lorde
Matt Boyd
Me And Your Mama by Childish Gambino
Bullet With Butterfly Wings by The Smashing Pumpkins
Master of None by Beach House
Seth Gordan
Got Well Soon by Breton
Destroyed By Hippie Powers by Car Seat Headrest
Bodys by Car Seat Headrest
Katelyn Mackenzie
White Winter Hymnal by Fleet Foxes
Heart Of Glass by Blondie
Valerie by TV Girl
#I only did the foxes because this takes up way too much of my free time and I have things to do lmfao#also if you think I’m wrong you’re wrong get out my brain#some of these are definitely wrong tho#all for the game#aftg#aaron minyard#andrew minyard#renee walker#the sunshine court#neil josten#allison reynolds#nicky hemmick#kevin day#dan wilds#matt boyd#seth gordon#the foxhole court#the foxes#katelyn mackenzie
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Musical Acts
Week Ending May 6th, 2024
Kendrick Lamar
Drake
Taylor Swift -2
Stray Kids -2
NSYNC
SEVENTEEN -2
BTS -4
ENHYPEN -2
Justin Timberlake
Ghost
Megan Thee Stallion
My Chemical Romance -5
ATEEZ -5
Käärijä -5
Chappell Roan -10
Meek Mill
NCT Dream
Fall Out Boy -7
J. Cole
IVE
The Beatles -6
Louis Tomlinson -8
Harry Styles -10
æspa +8
TWICE -5
NCT 127
Dua Lipa +11
Mitski -9
Queen -4
Tomorrow X Together +3
Hozier -13
Britney Spears
Greta Van Fleet -4
Joker Out -12
Nicki Minaj
Sabrina Carpenter -20
LOOΠΔ -16
Bruce Springsteen
The Mechanisms
BLΛƆKPIИK -12
The number in italics indicates how many spots a name moved up or down from the previous week. Bolded names weren’t on the list last week.
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✨Tag Game Wednesday ✨
Oh hi. Fancy seeing you, here! Today we're talking music 🎶 So put on a playlist and play along.
Name: Jess
What is the most listened to artist in your music app of choice this month?
Spotify is telling me it's Chappell Roan - colour me unsurprised.
What song do you know all the lyrics to?
Let me back in - Rilo Kiley
What song do you pretend to know all the lyrics to and sing along to even though you don't?
Every other song. Red Wine Supernova. Def Bohemian Rhapsody.
If you were to be crowned Queen/King/Royalty of listening to a band or artist, who would that be? (Shoutout Misobot)
Jenny Lewis or Rilo Kiley probably. Or Bon Iver.
What band/artist surprises you the most on your frequently listened to artists? Nicki Minaj
Favourite line from a song (or one you have been thinking about lately?
What I found was a gamble You threw yourself in with me Made a cross and you lit a candle
Guilty pleasure band or song?
Cause of CG I actually like a couple Taylor Swift songs (she's not my usual taste! Don't come for me 😂)
Okay let's talk fandom music:
Fave band or song you've discovered from a Fan Fic?
Greta Van Fleet!
Fave Fanfic Playlist?
CG or Teenage Dirtbag
Fave Gallavich song?
Basic Instinct - The Acid OR It's Thunder or Lightning by We Were Promised Jetpacks
Do you listen to music recommended by the writer or an included playlist? 10000% every time.
What song do you think is Gallavich coded?
Latch - Sam Smith (for fluff) ooh or I need a forest fire - Bon Iver/James Blake for angst
What’s a bop you want to share with your mutuals today?
Tags below the fold
Tagging or just send a hug to: @heymacy @deedala @mybrainismelted @blue-disco-lights @michellemisfit
@energievie @darlingian @ardent-fox @astaraels @spookygingerr
@gallapiech @roryonic @lee-ow @look-i-love-u @deathclassic
@transmickey @stocious @creepkinginc @ian-galagher @sgtmickeyslaughter
@mickeysgaymom @heymrspatel @whatthebodygraspsnot @francesrose3 @crestfallercanyon
@doshiart @rayrayor @ms-moonlight-inn @krysmiss @callivich
@suzy-queued @too-schoolforcool @guinguin1984 @gallawitchxx @palepinkgoat
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