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cherrys-writings · 7 months ago

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The Perfect Moment

Hey! I know it's been forever and a day since I've updated this series. Thanks to all of you patient people who love Grayson and Flower

Grayson’s talk of inheritance has me thinking about the mysterious box that’s been living on my kitchen table. I rip the tape off. Inside, I find an envelope sitting on top of another box; this one wooden.

How original.

A flashdrive clatters onto the table when I pull out the letter.

Take care of them.

T. Hawthorne

The last thing I need is to be pulled into one of this man’s puzzles. Then again, I may have pulled Grayson to the forefront of the rumor mill. I take the box and flashdrive upstairs. As soon as I plug it into my laptop a passphrase prompt appears.

Wilde

I type in my immediate thought, a line from the book that allegedly had several pages removed by the editor without the author’s knowledge. A line that remains an unexplainable favorite.

“I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit”

The text box shakes on the screen and the line disappears. The passphrase likely relates to the four words of his letter, but it can’t be so obscure that I wouldn’t know it. I picked up the wooden box, not much bigger than a tea tin, and gave it a shake. There’s a light rattling, probably whatever’s inside. The lid has eight diamonds embedded in its surface. Seven of them form a vague outline of a house. If the house had no floor and one side was longer than the other. The eighth diamond sits alone at one corner. I try to take the top off, but it doesn’t move, sliding it doesn’t work.

I stare at the box. One problem at a time. I know I have to tell Grayson about the incident, but he’s already dealing with a lot. He’ll be upset, though probably not enough to argue about it. Even if he does, there’s no way it could be as bad as our last argument. I doubt anything could compare to those weeks more than a year ago; the pained, rage-filled glances. Constantly running into each other at school, around town, and drawing breath to speak before thinking better of it. The agonizing distance that grew each day, but nothing hurt quite as much as the victorious grin on the face of that strawberry-blonde sociopath.

“She just made a joke,” Grayson’s defensive words echoed through my mind as the fight played out again.

“She humiliated him and you know it was deliberate.” I had to force myself to speak normally. No matter how much I wanted to yell, I knew who I was arguing and there was no way in hell that I’d raise my voice first.

“So what if she was testing him?”

“Oh? That’s how you’re spinning this?”

Grayson took a step closer, “The only one here that’s spinning is you. I get in a relationship and suddenly you’re having this identity crisis; hanging around this guy with questionable work ethic and unrealistic aspirations for his future.”

I rake my hands through my hair, “You don't like Cade because he’s on scholarship AND lets himself have fun and relax. We have opportunities people would die for. Cade worked hard to get where he is and knows it doesn’t stop here.”

“Show me these opportunities, Flower,” Grayson scoffs, “After that gap year, my life is over.”

“Then why are you wasting your time letting yourself get manipulated by some greedy girl?” My raging words echoed through the great room.

“There it is,” he shook his head, “you’re jealous because of how much time I spend with her.”

The next several seconds are painfully clear in my mind and probably one of Hawthorne House’s many security cameras. Both of us acting on instinct, Grayson grabbing my wrist as I walked away, me breaking the grip and shoving his arm back hard. Grayson tried to blink away the tears welling in his eyes. I had walked out before he could draw breath to apologise.

I shuddered at the memory. Grayson had apologised weeks later for everything. Sometime between me ending things with Cade and Emily….

Willa rubbed her face against my arm, clearly tired of waiting for my attention. She starts purring when I scratch her head. “I don’t think Gray will be too upset about the incident, do you?”

She just lays across the keyboard, deciding which problem I’ll deal with first.

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I played with the little box while waiting for Grayson to show up. He finally walks in when I’m tracing the design for what feels like the millionth time.

“You said you needed to tell me something.” Grayson sat beside me, momentarily distracted by the wooden box.

“It’s about this morning.”

“Specifically?” “When I got home and Olive was here.” My heart pounds as I prepare for what comes next. I keep my eyes on the box, sliding my finger from diamond to diamond. “My class heard everything about last night.”

Grayson chokes, “By everything you mean?”

I nod, “Every detail I told Olive.”

He takes a deep breath, “Okay.”

Grayson rises to stand by the window, watching the late afternoon sun sink lower. “Well, there’s been nothing on gossip sites today.” He massages his forehead, “You have that interview tomorrow about that slasher book you wrote senior year, right.”

“Yeah.”

Grayson lets out a long breath, “Maybe there’s nothing to worry about. If someone asks you about it or anything remotely close to the topic, let me know. We’ll deal with it together.”

#suits scones and serendipity #grayson hawthorne #grayson hawthorne x flower #grayson hawthorne fanfic #the inheritance games fic #the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #jameson hawthorne #avery grambs #libby grambs #nash hawthorne #the hawthorne brothers #grayson hawthorne x reader #xander hawthorne #fanfiction #the brothers hawthorne #grayson hawthorne fluff

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atopvisenyashill · 1 year ago

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my asoiaf crack ships

Jon/Sam/Gilly i KNOW the forced baby switching makes this uncomfortable i don't care they have my heart!!

Jon/Aegon Vi listen, beyond my jokey "jon finally finds a hot single twink to smush only to find out they're brothers" take, i think given all of jon's bastard baby brother issues re: robb colliding with general targ gender & sexuality fuckery AND aegon's short fuse + raised by a proud gay dad + is dornish and they're less uptight about that shit has the ability to give me a homoerotic toxic spiral to rival visaemon and throbb and i will hold onto this until i'm dead and buried

Jon/Arianne i just want my faves to smush + "we were both in love with the same man" bicon duos are my favorites

Aegon IlI/Gaemon Palehair i know there's a wonky age difference but it's bc george is a coward and he knew if they were the same age they would have kissed on the mouth

Willas/Ellaria they bond over both being lovers of Oberyn and missing him (Willas/Oberyn isn't a crackship they're friends in canon i’m justified in having a crackship offshoot for a non canon ship alright!!!)

Baela/Cregan my opinion on the pact of ice and fire is that instead of being this vague thing where Jace's theoretical first born daughter goes North, Baela has to marry Cregan even tho the regents hate the idea of this and she winds up defying them, which gets her cut out of politics, the succession, and generally pariah-ed in the South. Then she never has a living child with Cregan after all that. It just makes way more sense to me that Cregan would want a Targ now and not in the theoretical future (plus you still have the pact thing re: the main series bc they never have a living child, and Jace doesn't actually get to crown Sara)

Black Aly/Alyn Oakenfist they both love a war crime, they're opposites aesthetically so it would look hot, plus I think "i left my culture, my religion, and my home to be with you only for you to constantly cheat on me including with your incredibly young Valyrian relative" is less aggravating and more tragic if its Black Aly instead of Baela "is vastly superior to everyone yet is constantly cheated on by her shit ass, mid lovers" Targaryen

Grey Worm/Jeyne Poole i had a dream where Grey Worm and a large band of unsullied decided to stay in the North after the war for the dawn and they fell in love due to shared history of extreme trauma and Sansa gave Jeyne away and helped Grey Worm design a coat of arms for the marriage cloak and now I’m attached to this idea.

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maid-with-sunset-in-her-hair · 2 years ago

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I just realized that Septa Lemore was probably Aegon VI’s wetnurse, that’s why GRRM included the tidbit about her giving birth at some point in the past, because pregnancy is what triggers milk production under normal circunstances. So far in the series, two wetnurses participated in secret plots to protect royal babies, Willa helped hide Jon’s true identity and Gilly was forced to do a baby switch plot to save Aemon Steelsong from a pyromaniac king, so it would make sense if a wetnurse also participated in the plot to baby switch Aegon VI and then raise him under a fake identity.

#asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #my meta #septa lemore #aegon vi targaryen

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scarred-serafina-fan · 6 months ago

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My origin story

So on Christmas day in 2015, I opened a box my mom handed me and it was full of books. In that stack of books, I picked up one with the silhouette of a girl on the front. I was not really interested when I picked it up but my mom started telling me about how much I was gonna love it and that she already read it and it was based in the Biltmore house in Ashville. Only then did I recognize the house on the cover. I wasn't convinced yet but decided I would give it a chance.

Later that night when I couldn't sleep I pulled out my new stack of books and decided to try a chapter figuring I wouldn't care to read anymore then that boy was I wrong lol I stayed up forever reading it and never put it down until I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore

A few months past and my mom sees a book signing event for the new book and I was ecstatic she drove me all the way to ashville with my grandma and I got to meet robert beatty for the first time this was the first time I'd ever met a author of a book I've read (and he's still the only author I've met) he was really nice to me and I got my copy signed and they gave me a bookmark and a copy of the first two chapters of the new book! (It was not supposed to be out for another two days I think it was anyway it wasn't out yet) so I went home and excitedly read the two chapters and was freaking out it had totally hooked me

Eventually the book did come out and I excitedly read all the way until the staircase scene in one day when I then read the words "she raises her finger towards me" and I literally screamed and slammed I book shut and almost threw it across the room and then proceeded to run into the living room screaming at my mom I was never going to pick up that book again because they killed off Gideon and rowena was a piece of trash that annoyed me so much I hated her (my opinions at the time I do not share them anymore lol)

Anyways my mom read the book since I was "done" with it and came back to me to tell me that Gideon wasn't dead and I needed to continue reading lol a few more months past and they announced the splintered heart and I decided I'd finally suck up the trauma of the staircase chapter and continue reading and I was so mad at myself for waiting because I was so excited for the 3rd book again

My mom took me to the book signing again and this time they had moved it to the Barnes and Nobel they are always at since and since it was so much bigger it wasn't as crowded and they had more things there including selling the book 2 days early (that's right I got to read it 2 days before everyone else lol) he was super nice again and again I LOVED it it actually became my favorite book in the series and still is I was so thankful that my mom talked me into picking the series back up

Willa came out and again I went to the book signing and got the book 2 days early (they also had a special willa flavored ice cream which I'm still obsessed with since they have sold it at every book signing since) I enjoyed it but it was probably still my least favorite out of the 4 books (or second to least considering I was still very much traumatized by twisted staff still lol)

Book 4 came out and same as usual went to the book signing had a fun time loved the book but.... I was now in the summer of the worst year of my life the dreaded year 13 XD I actually ended up in a depression and was dealing with a lot and wasn't reading as much serafina just sat on my closet shelf collecting dust until 2021 when he finally released willa of dark hollow and despite still not being able to find the energy to read I bought the book and hood from the king raven trilogy by stephan r lawhead with the hope it would get me back info reading again and despite having a hard time getting back into willa I did binge read hood and it reignited my love for reading again even if I was much slower at it then before and I decided to start rereading the series again and I still re-read and fall in love with the books all over again on occasion it's a obsession I've never been able to kick and probably never will <3

Course then he released the graphic novel and had the first book signing since 2019 I was so excited I dragged my mom back to ashville with me again and we stood in line for me to get willa of dark hollow signed (the graphics novel was presigned smart ngl) and when I looked at the card they always gave us to put down a message for him I decided to tell him about how he had affected my writing because when I first started writing I picked up his books to analyze how he did it and build up from there and I go up there I hand him the card he glances at it and starts to actually read and looks up to me and smiled and says "so your a writer" and I swear yall I was about to fangirl so hard me and him had never had a real convo before because I get my book signed take a photo and move on that's how those things work but he just started asking about what I write and stuff and it was quick cause I had to get out of line so the next person could meet him (she was so sweet ngl I loved her I would love to meet her again ngl) but he was so encouraging!

Then I started posting on tumblr and decided I was gonna make a fandom myself if no one else was gonna do it lol and I met all yall and it's been great! That's my story and I hope it continues on as he releases more books!

#serafina and the splintered heart #serafina and the black cloak #serafina series #serafina #serafina and the twisted staff #robert beatty #the serafina series week 2024 #my origin story #bro i wrote that first paragraph over a year ago and just forgot about this post till now lol

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heath-morgan · 8 months ago

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❛❛ since the very moment i emerged into this WRETECHED world, an insatiable hunger gnawed at my being, a VENOMOUS CRAVING that demanded to be sated. they dismissed my wrath as inconsequential, blind to the ardor of my RIGHTEOUS FURY, but i, the harbinger of destruction, reveled in their inevitable demise.

even as my physique morphed into this figure, the hunger persisted, a SERPENT of entitlement coiled deep within my being, its venom pulsating with every beat of my ROTTEN heart.

contains mentions of: death, substance abuse, psychological abuse and mental disorders

— BASICS .

Name: Heathcliff James Morgan

Nickname: Heath

Age / D.O.B.: 54 / March 22, 1970

Gender, Pronouns: Cisman. He/Him

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Hometown: Dallas, Texas

Occupation: Retired F1 driver

Affiliation/Role: The Brotherhood / Captain

Languages: English, Spanish, Italian, French, Russian, Portuguese

Relationship Status: Single

Children: One

Residence: Manhattan

— APPEARANCE .

Hair Color: Dark brown

Eye Color: Hazel

Beard: Salt & pepper

Height: 6′1 (1.85 m)

Tattoos: 10

— STATS .

Personality Type: ENTP

Moral Alignment: Neutral Evil

Positive Traits: Indomitable, Eloquent, Assertive, Cunning, Dominant, Ambitious, Bold, Decisive, Resourceful, Self Disciplined, Confident, Perceptive

Negative Traits: Brutal, Volatile, Manipulative, Cynical, Rough, Competitive, Vengeful, Malicious

Mental Health: (Undiagnosed) NPD, BD.

Narcotics of use: Cocaine

— FAMILY .

Parents: John “Johnny” Morgan, Raelynn “Lynn” Davis

Siblings: TBD Morgan

Cousins: TBD

Children: Willa Rose Morgan ( NPC )

— INFORMATION .

Heath was born in Dallas. His mother was a burlesque dancer and his dad a mechanic. His mother was an alcoholic and abusive, she also struggled with drug addiction and would constantly disappear from home for weeks at a time. His father got tired of this and moved with his children to a trailer park, where he raised them as a single dad.

His father was part of a motorcycle gang, mostly former by getaway drivers with criminal ties, the kids spent much of their time under their protection, they considered them family and that was where Heath developed his passion for cars.

He started driving karts, the first step in the craft of racing, learning from control to adapting to the race track for speed. He entered karting competitions, was skilled and started to attract attention from sponsors. Different local and national competitions, getting a few good wins under his belt.

His father was killed in a confrontation between the group and the police, which made Heath responsible for his younger sibling. Due to family connections, they find their way to NYC. Necessity made him join the criminal world for a quick way out, doing the unimaginable to guarantee their survival since they no longer had protection.

He built for himself a small group of criminals that he had met along the way, they lived in the shadows. Started with small thefts and riots, until they evolved into kidnapping, blackmailing, extortion - and murder. yes, they knew it would reach extreme measures as soon as attacks on government buildings and high ranking individuals started to happen. It was a common fact among the powerful, they always had the fire lit faster when someone was about to die. And he wanted that kind of attention.

As the years went by he could see the improvement, they were far from being rich but now they had their own small house and were comfortable for the first time. Decided to return to amateur kart competitions and attended different educational programs pursuing technical and mechanical backgrounds knowledge. Sponsorship and funding allowed him to get his full competition license, building a career.

After getting a FIA international grade A license, he began competing in the lower-tier series, getting the right kind of networking and catching the attention of team owners, opening doors to opportunities in high levels of F1.

Heath was superior to the majority. Amidst the clamor, the chaos, the endless hours of practice, he remained unbroken, untouched. His power hunger surpassed that of his peers, a relentless drive to go beyond, delve deeper, and endure farther. While many found themselves in a competition for attention - he simply prevailed, unequivocally. And he deserved it. He deserved to be seen and be heard, eat the rich as they devour everything around them.

Everyone who crossed his path tried brutally to tame him, breaking him into a thousand pieces, tirelessly seeking to reshape into different individuals. His essence could never be affected, you cannot corrupt something that has been rotten for a long time. He could feel all that poison in his blood, every step he took was like the tick tock of a time bomb about to burst - all those vile urges were devouring him from the inside out.

After winning F1 world championship for the eighth time ( six times consecutively) at forty, he decided to retire. He got bored. Not just of his career, but everything else. Contacts with shady sponsors allowed him to achieve even more exclusive cycles, and consequently even more skeletons in his closet.

The Brotherhood. Meticulously chosen individuals, whose every weakness could be exploited and shaped into a weapon.

The common enemy remained the same: government, with no prospect that that target would ever change. New adversaries appeared on the way, more organizations than they could count, but nothing that couldn't be turned into a vile public message of what would happen to anyone who got in their way.

— F1 TIMELINE .

1988 : got his FIA international grade A license. he was 18

1991 : started competing for ferrari. he was 21 years old

1992 - 1999 : won six world titles consecutively

2004 : signed with mclaren.

2007 : won his seventh world title

2009 : won his eighth and last world title

2010 : retired. 40 years old

— WANTED DYNAMICS . (self explanatory mostly, but always game to brainstorm !)

girltoy : they have similar personalities and knew better than to mess around each other. However, their thirst for chaos and the tendency to fall into old patterns got the best of them, and they can't get rid of each other. a true emotional power struggle.

nemesis : preferably someone from an opposing gang or a government character. they mirror many common personality traits, but differ greatly in ideals

friends

someone he's blackmailing

past lovers : in short, he has been out there. most of the time short and superficial relationships

baby mama : one night stand that resulted in their six-year-old daughter. it could be an unknown character or someone who already knew heath in the past. they get along smoothly, tried to form a family in the past, and it didn't work, but they raise their daughter on good terms

patron saint of lost causes : a good natured character who insists on trying to see any kind of goodness reflected in heath. hero complex, constantly creates excuses for why he is the way he is and tries to "save" him from his inner demons.

do you want to make a deal with the devil? : someone he is trying to corrupt. the members of the brotherhood are meticulously chosen, the criteria are high, and most importantly of all it has to be someone who shares the same ideals. heath saw potential in this character ( what caught his attention can be discussed by us ) and believes he can be useful in some way, trying to identify this character's weaknesses and what actually motivates them.

#wb.intro

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randomestfandoms-ocs · 9 months ago

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Fandom: Gilmore Girls + FC: Willa Fitzgerald

Laney Danes in There She Goes (x Kathryn Gilmore)

Laney Danes is William's youngest child, she's 21 in s1 and more of a big sister vibe with Jess then actually being an Aunt (only 4 years older)

Luke basically raised her but she got a scholarship to Columbia and reached out to Jess when she first moved to New York, he practically lives with her because of how unreliable Liz is

But Liz still has custody and eventually ships Jess to Stars Hollow anyway, Laney is pissed. She can't drop everything and move back because she's in her senior year and determined to graduate, but she spends a lot of time in Stars Hollow and moves back in s3 to get Jess through high school, gets a two bedroom apartment and Jess lives with her, with lots of help from Luke and Kathryn, she's determined to find a way to make it all work

(this was the last from the "all these new ocs but i can't fit to plot bunny asks to pair them with" series, thank you for sending all of those 😭🥺 )

#ask #answered #ginevrastilinski #laney danes #about laney #plot bunny

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kangaracha · 1 year ago

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LIKE STARS IN THE SKY full prompt collection

AO3 | FF.NET

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THE RIVER NEAR THE VALLEY zeddison/wyaddison royalty au; 70k AO3

TWO LONELY HEARTS MEET IN THE DARK zeddison; addison searches for the perfect ending; 20k AO3

IF ONLY WE KNEW (THE THINGS WE KNOW) pre-z2; the moonstones are dying, and the wolves left are young and naive, left alone to grapple with the fate of their species; 20k AO3 | FF.NET

AND THE CHASM GROWS the moonstone is destroyed in the powerplant explosion. The wolves are left to pick up the pieces; 17k AO3

I-D-E-N-T-I-T-Y after four days stuck in containment, eliza makes a discovery about zombies; 12k AO3 | FF.NET

RIVER COLD, MOUNTAIN WILD wyaddison; after three years living as a werewolf in a human world, Addison returns to Seabrook and the wolf pack; 16k AO3 | FF.NET

NEW DAWN, NEW DAY AO3 | FF.NET

THE GONE AND THE GATHERED trapped within the walls of zombietown all her life, wanda discovers what's waiting outside; 13k AO3

PRETTY zeddison; addison falls for a boy that is all the things she isn't; 8k AO3

MY HAND IN YOURS wyliza; after school, trapped in the same home town with nowhere to go and nothing to do, two high school friends reconnect; 3k AO3

THE KING WALKS THE TOWER wyaddison, medieval au; 7k AO3

ALL THE THINGS LEFT UNSAID willa and wyatt are abducted from the side of the road. what happens next is the breaking, and the healing; 35k AO3

BURY YOU BACK UNDERGROUND zeddison; three years after the program to allow zombies into human schools goes wrong, zed sits in a containment centre and laughs; 3k AO3

(WHEN THE SUN COMES UP) wyaddison; by next week, there will be no more monsters that call Seabrook home; 7k AO3

TO WHAT YOUR HEART ONCE WAS willa & wyatt; the twins are born wrong, according to prophecy, two halves of the same whole. willa takes fate into her own hands; 8k AO3

BLOOD//STONE zeddison; the power plant explodes, fifty years later; 7k AO3

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ZOMBIES ONESHOTS

aftermath we’ve come too far (zeddison)

WEREWOLVES ONESHOTS

patience i raised a stone, to end its pain it cuts like a knife (to take back your life) (wyaddison)i can feel your heart (hanging in the air) (wyaddison) going too far (wyaddison/zeddison) truth or dare (wyaddison) break a leg

It’s Do Or Die (series) Part 1: Hunters

#disney zombies #masterlist #zombies 2 #zombies 3 #roo writes

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ginevrastilinski-ocs · 1 year ago

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Finally They Have A FC!

Yes, I had some (read: too much) ocs without fc that were already on my masterlist... but now they have one! (Everyone thanks my brainstorming for my new ocs)

Good Omens

Althea Price - witch; Eltanin’s girlfriend; immortal being (kind of? it’s complicated)

Her faceclaim is Diana Silvers!

Shadowhunters

Nico Lightwood - Shadowhunter; descendant of Violet & Samuel’s kids; Vienna’s younger brother; lives in Rome Istitute; main character in TWP (Yes, I know that series is not out yet)

His faceclaim is Finn Wolfhard!

Alice Knight - witch/warlock; adoptive “mother” of Lydia Knight; Alice and Magnus are like the fixed points of all the series lmao; angst queen

Her facelaim is Lily James!

Lydia Knight - witch/warlock; Elys’ childhood friend; Brian’s girlfriend

Her faceclaim is Vanessa Morgan!

Brian White - werewolf; Elys’ childhood friend; Lydia’s boyfriend

His faceclaim is Mark Mckenna!

Jackson Milligan - Mundane; Elys’ adoptive father

His faceclaim is Tyler Hoechlin!

Samuel Milligan - Ascent Shadowhunter; Mundane raised in a Shadowhunter family; Alistair Carstairs’ parabatai; madly in love with Violet Lightwood

His faceclaim is Josh Whitehouse!

Vienna Lightwood - Shadowhunter; Nico’s older sister; been to the Academy the same year with Simon Lewis

Her faceclaim is Shelley Henning!

Cassandra Blackthorn - Shadowhunter; Ty and Livvy’s twin sister (they’re a triplet); main character in both TDA and TWP

Her faceclaim in TWP is now Emilia Jones! (Her fc in TDA is Malina Weissman)

Downton Abbey

Lady Elisabeth Crawley - second daughter in the Crawley family; takes shit from no one; her and Sybil could run the world if they wanted to

Her faceclaim is Keira Knightley!

Madeline Barrow - Thomas Barrow’s niece; the most rebel girl in town; a menace to society

Her faceclaim is Millie Bobby Brown!

MCU/Marvel

Victoria Vill (2) - Spider-Girl; Vicky from Raimi!Verse

Her faceclaim is Emmy Rossum!

Victoria Vill (3) - Aranea; Vicky from TASM!Verse

Her faceclaim is Willa Holland!

Ate Erisdottir “Aimee” - goddess; daughter of Eris; Loki ship (they’re literally soulmates okay? 🥺)

Her faceclaim is Emilia Clarke!

XCU (X-Men)

Leia Forbes - Mutant; half-aware of the fourth wall; Wade ship

Her faceclaim are Zoe Kravitz & Margot Robbie! (Trust me, it has sense, okay?)

Ness Fitzgerald - Hellfire; Ness from the original timeline

Her faceclaim is Angelina Jolie!

Ness Fitzgerald - Hellfire; Arcane; Ness from the New Timeline (but not First Class)

Her faceclaim is Nina Dobrev!

RiordanVerse

Catarine “Cata” Johnson - Redacted; parents Redacted; Apollo/Lester’s friend (her story is setted during TOA); powerful lesbian

Her faceclaim is Rachel Zegler!

Evelyn Chase - Magnus’ adoptive sister; daughter of Loki; TJ ship

Her faceclaim is Kiernan Shipka!

Teen Wolf

Redacted “Addie” Lewis - werecat; Stiles ship

Her faceclaim is Anya Taylor-Joy!

Stranger Things

Autumn Hopper - 013; Anya Richards; Hawkins Lab experiment; Miles Henderson’s sister figure; Steve ship

Her faceclaim is Jenny Boyd!

Under this you have my Harry Potter ocs! You’ve been warned!

Harry Potter

Nath Andrews - wizard; part of the S.Q.U.A.D.; Ravenclaw;

His faceclaim is Jordan Fisher!

Theo Denton - wizard; part of the S.Q.U.A.D.; Gryffindor

His faceclaim is Evan Mock!

Callisto Black - witch; daughter of Rosalinf and Sirius; sister of Jan us and Justine Black; Hufflepuff

Her faceclaim is Danielle Campbell!

Janus Black - wizard; son of Rosalind and Sirius; brother of Callisto and Justine Black; Gryffindor; Luna Lovegood ship

His faceclaim is Joe Keery!

Justine Black - witch; daughter of Rosalind and Sirius; sister of Callisto and Janus Black; Slytherin

Her faceclaim is Alba Baptista!

#new fc #new faceclaim #new ocs #not really but still

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serpntinc · 11 months ago

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even as my physique morphed into this figure, the hunger persisted, a SERPENT of entitlement coiled deep within my being, its venom pulsating with every beat of my NARCISSISTIC heart.

contains mentions of: death, substance abuse, psychological abuse and mental disorders

— BASICS.

Name: Heathcliff James Morgan

Nickname: Heath

Age / D.O.B.: 53 / March 22, 1970

Gender, Pronouns: Cisman. He/Him

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Hometown: Dallas, Texas

Occupation: Retired F1 driver / Leader of The Snakes

Affiliation: Snakes

Languages: English, Spanish, Italian, French, Portuguese, Russian, German

Relationship Status: Divorced

Children: Two

— PHYSICAL.

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Height: 6 ft

Scars: A thick scar on his neck. Courtesy of a past ally who turned against Heath and tried to kill him

Tattoos: 19 tattoos. The largest being a serpent covering his back.

— MENTAL.

Personality Type: ENTP

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Positive Traits: Indomitable, Eloquent, Assertive, Cunning, Dominant, Ambitious, Bold, Decisive, Resourceful, Self Disciplined, Confident, Perceptive

Negative Traits: Brutal, Volatile, Manipulative, Cynical, Rough, Competitive, Vengeful, Malicious

Mental Health: (Undiagnosed) NPD

Narcotics of use: Cocaine

— FAMILY .

Parents: Clark Morgan, Midge Davis

Siblings: TBD Morgan, TBD Morgan

Cousins: TBD, TBD, TBD

Ex wife: TBD

Children: Willa Morgan ( daughter, 6 years old. NPC ) . TBD Morgan ( son, 27 years old. WC ) .

— BIOGRAPHY .

His father was killed in a confrontation between the group and the police, which made Heath responsible for his younger siblings. Due to family connections, they found their way to NYC. Necessity made him join the criminal world for a quick way out, doing the unimaginable to guarantee their survival since they no longer had protection.

At twenty-six, he had his first child with his girlfriend at the time - who would become his wife in the not-so-distant future. After the birth of their son, they moved to London, where they had connections that could help his partner while Heath was away competing in Formula 1.

Seven years later, Heath formed the Snakes in the heart of London with an initial goodwill intention — shield his family from the rampant criminality engulfing the city. The gang was conceived as a protective force, standing against the shadows that threatened the well-being of those he held dear. However, as the Snakes grew in influence, Heath’s power hunger nature and the complexities of survival led them down a darker path. The once virtuous mission became entangled with corruption, and the gang found strategic advantage in expanding their business ventures. Meticulously chosen individuals, whose every weakness could be exploited and shaped into a weapon.

After winning F1 world championship for the eighth time ( six times consecutively) at forty three, he decided to retire. He got bored. Not just of his career, but everything else. Everyone who crossed his path tried brutally to tame him, breaking him into a thousand pieces, tirelessly seeking to reshape into different individuals. His essence could never be affected, you cannot corrupt something that has been rotten for a long time. He could feel all that poison in his blood, every step he took was like the tick tock of a time bomb about to burst - all those vile urges were devouring him from the inside out.

Ten years into his leadership of the Snakes, his personal life began to unravel as Heath’s emotional detachment and toxic behavior took its toll on his marriage. The once-strong bond between him and his wife gradually eroded, undermined by Heath's relentless focus on the gang's affairs and his growing disconnection from the needs of his partner, ultimately culminating in a divorce that mirrored the shattered fragments of a life once built on love and commitment.

The year is 2024, and it has been 20 years since the beginning of his empire. New adversaries appeared on the way, more organizations than they could count, but nothing that couldn't be turned into a vile public message of what would happen to anyone who got in their way.

— F1 TIMELINE .

1988 : got his FIA international grade A license. he was 18

1991 : started competing for ferrari. he was 21 years old

1992 - 1999 : won six world titles consecutively

2000 : signed with mclaren.

2007 : won his seventh world title

2009 : won his eighth and last world title

2013 : retired. 43 years old

— EXTRAS .

has a labrador retriever named Buddy

always wears leather jacket or flannel shirts. wears a black wild rag around his neck

cowboy vibes and southern charm

— WANTED DYNAMICS. (self explanatory mostly, but always game to brainstorm !)

ex fiance / have i killed you before? : ( thats actually a wanted connection, all the details can be find here )

protege : heath has a over protective dynamic with this character. the reason can be discussed by us. is someone he keeps on good terms and constantly assists them in some way.

nemesis : preferably someone from an opposing gang or a government character. they mirror many common personality traits, but differ greatly in ideals

old friends / past group members

someone he's blackmailing

past lovers : in short, he has been out there. most of the time short and superficial relationships, he usually gets romantically involved with easily manipulated people.

do you want to make a deal with the devil? : someone he is trying to corrupt. the members of the snakes are meticulously chosen, the criteria are high, and most importantly of all it has to be someone who shares the same ideals. heath saw potential in this character ( what caught his attention can be discussed by us ) and believes he can be useful in some way, trying to identify his character's weaknesses and what actually motivates them.

#talesfmintro

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girddlepatchilles · 1 year ago

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This is just a fic in a modern Westeros au I wanted to play around with and may turn into a little series. Kind of Fall of the House of Usher-y.

Rhaenys hummed along to the radio as she continued to pack for the weekend getaway her boyfriend had planned. The annual Tyrell Garden Party was to occur at the family’s estate Highgarden, and it was to be the first event where Willas and Rhaenys were officially a couple. They’d been together for four years at this point, but they’d never really made it official in the eyes of the public. Both Rhaenys and Willas were quite private people and there were… outside forces who would not have approved of their dating. The Tyrell parents (and grandparent) still held a grudge over Willas’ injury during a friendly polo match and Rhaenys’ father was still trying to match her with every eligible (non-related) Valyrian man he could think of. The fact that Willas held no ill will toward Oberyn Martell for the accident meant nothing, nor did the fact that Rhaenys very publicly called out her family’s Valyrian supremacist tendencies. Rhaenys had met the Tyrells about six months ago and had won over the formidable Olenna Tyrell soon after meeting.

Renly was still sour that the old woman liked Rhaenys almost instantly, although privately she suspected she’d won over Olenna by not even really trying. In truth she’d been more worried about winning over Mace and Alerie. Still… it would be nice to be able to attend more charity events on Willas’ arm, instead of “bumping into” each other. Her own family (or, rather her Mother’s family) adored Willas and had already insisted he attend the annual Martell New Years Extravaganza. The Targaryens? Well… she’d know after this weekend, wouldn’t she?

Her phone kept pinging as she packed, some notifications barely showing up before being replaced. Rhaenys knew he decision to skip the family gathering would not go over well, but she hadn’t expected to be inundated with messages. Most begged her to reconsider, others cajoled and bribed, while several just outright berated her. Cousin Maegor’s distinct all caps tirades had been deleted without reading. As were Daemon’s and Armond’s. Grand-Uncle Jaehaerys’ long winded “disappointed” text was deleted after she read the first paragraph. Rhaenyra had just outright told Rhaenys not to bother coming to any other event. The cousins she was closest to all sent messages of support and promises to catch up next weekend for a debrief.

Everyone knew why the Conquerors wanted to gather the family.

Everyone knew what Great Grandfather Aegon wanted to say.

Everyone knew that this was where lines were about to be drawn.

Rhaenys had already made her choice, and the person who needed to know the most already knew. She was considering just turning off her phone when Egg’s ringtone began to play. She grabbed her phone before Belarion could begin batting at it and answered it.

“Please tell me you’re not going to the family thing this weekend?” Egg didn’t even bother with a greeting. Rhaenys raised an eyebrow, reaching out to scratch Balerion behind his ears. Her wizened old cat was definitely hanging on more out of spite than anything these days, but he always wanted affection from his human.

“Of course not. I’m going to Highgarden with Willas. Renly will probably be there too,” she replied. Not that anyone in the family really cared about their Baratheon cousins.

“Well… Dad just told Great Grandfather you were coming, and that you’d have good news,” Egg said. They both only called Rhaegar Targaryen “dad” because he hated it and used “baba” for their step-father Myles. Rhaenys scowled, her hand stilling in Balerion’s fur.

“What news?” she demanded. She heard Egg sigh on the other end of the line and heard Shireen murmur something she couldn’t quite make out.

“The news you’re getting engaged to Monterys Velaryon…” her brother sounded nervous, although at this point Rhaenys couldn’t even be mad. Her father’s insistence that she marry a man of “good Valyrian stock” was little more than a joke at this point. The first time he’d tried to set her up on a date with his appropriate Valyrian boy of the week, she’d been utterly furious. Now she just ignored her father and politely told whatever hapless man she was being set up with she wasn’t interested. Honestly, she’d go full non-contact with her father if he wasn’t the one paying her university fees.

“I mean… there will be news to tell after the weekend, but not that…” she conceded. Egg gasped loudly.

“You mean… is Willas proposing? Are you proposing?!” Egg must have gone out of his room and into one of the main areas of the share house he lived in, because suddenly Rhaenys could hear an episode of The Matchmaker: North blaring in the background. She grinned, blushing despite the fact her brother could not see her.

“Kind of? We kind of both proposed during our anniversary trip. He’s officially doing it during the party. Maximum media attention. A massive fuck you to Grandfather, the Old Man and Great Grandfather,” Rhaenys explained.

“Mama and Baba already gave their blessing.” Willas had insisted he ask both her mother and step-father for their blessing, especially since she considered Myles Manwoody her father more than Rhaegar. Egg chuckled and their conversation naturally fell to how the preparations were going for his trip to Essos, how Shireen was, even sharing gossip about their Martell cousins. By the time she hung up, she noticed Willas had left a text message to let her know he’d picked up the ring and was looking forward to seeing her tonight. Rhaenys smiled before sending three red hearts in reply.

She’d met Willas during her first week of undergrad at university. He’d been finishing his final year of a Bachelors in Economics, while she was staring a Bachelors in Linguistics. She’d got lost on her way to her first lecture and he’d helped her find the right building. They’d properly been introduced a month later when her uncle, Oberyn Martell, had invited Rhaenys to one of his famous dinner parties. They’d hit it off almost instantly and only really started dating after a year of friendship. Now Rhaenys was completing her Masters in Linguistics, while saving funds to pay her own way to complete her PhD. Willas had graduated and was helping to run the Tyrell Education Fund, a charity designed to improve schools in low income areas. They’d recently decided to start looking for a house together, preferably one with enough room for Rhaenys’ two cats and one dog as well as Willas’ own hound. Rhaenys still remembered when she and Willas had shown up to her uncle’s dinner party the first time as a couple and he’d simply rolled his eyes.

“Why did I not see this coming?” he’d said. Rhaenys later heard that her sort-of-but-not-really aunt Ellaria had placed a wager with Oberyn about whether or not they would start dating. Ellaria had won. Willas had joined Rhaenys to celebrate the new year in Dorne and Uncle Doran had commented that he was a “fine young man”.

As far as many of her Martell relatives were concerned, their wedding was only inevitable.

Only a handful of her Targaryen relatives knew about Willas, with a smaller number knowing how serious they were. Baelor Breakspear, Luke Velaryon, Baela and Rhaena Velaryon-Targaryen, all the younger black sheep of their family. Renly technically counted in this group, but the Baratheon cousins had been long exiled from family gatherings. They were all part of a group chat where they complained about the family and shared news about their lives that their relatives would not approve of. Like Baelor coming out as non-binary, or Luke deciding he wanted to live with his biological father and neither of his parents. Outside of Renly, none of her cousins had met Willas, but many of them quite approved of him. He was a kind man and unlike many of the men Rhaegar (and their relatives) wanted Rhaenys to date, he cared about the lives of the average person.

Rhaenys finished packing her clothes, including a new dress in green and orange that was a nod to her Martell heritage and the fact she was due to join the Tyrells, when her phone rang again. She didn’t even have to check the screen to know it was her father. Rhaegar would undoubtedly want to try and talk her into coming along, to ensure his children could be pulled back into the family fold. Rhaenys ignored the call and busied herself with picking out jewellery to take on the trip. Moments later the phone rang again, this time with Lyanna’s ringtone. Despite everything, Rhaenys did somewhat get along with her step-mother and was pleased Lyanna was finally divorcing her father. She had yet to move out of Rhaegar’s gaudy townhouse in central King’s Landing, so Rhaenys let the call ring out just in case. She and Lyanna had set up a system when she was a teenager to ensure Rhae would know when it was actually her step-mother and not her father trying to trick her. The tone indicating that she’d got a new voicemail proved her suspicions correct. She stepped back to her bed and deleted the message without listening.

Something something, family reputation, something something, I want what’s best for you…

She had just finished closing the final zipper on her case when one final call came through: Jon. Technically yet another Aegon to add to the list, he’d always been Jon amongst the family and most tended to forget what his birth certificate said. Rhaenys answered, peering out the window to see if Renly was waiting outside. With Willas already in Highgarden she was being driven up in a van Renly was hiring for the weekend. Apart from Rhaenys, he was also picking up Margaery and her new girlfriend from the university.

“Hi Jon. Did Dad put you up to this?” she asked, stepping back from the window. Vhagar, a rather pampered hound, nudged his head under Rhaenys’ hand. She gave him a quick pat before sitting on the floor to allow him to drape over her lap.

“Actually, no. Although Mum is now yelling at him for taking her phone again,” Jon replied with an awkward chuckle.

“I was actually wondering… are you going to the thing this weekend?” Jon had never really felt welcome among the Targaryens, and Rhaenys knew he preferred to hang around her, Egg or Dany rather than try to mix with the rest of their relatives.

“I’m not, sorry. But Egg will be there. So will Dany, I think. She said something about wanting to introduce everyone to a new member of the family,” she replied, continuing to pat Vhagar.

“Oh, right. Well… have fun at whatever you’re going to!” his tone sounded a little forced.

“Um, Rhae? I think I know why the event is happening… I… I’m not really close to Aunt Saera…” Rhaenys didn’t bother trying to hide her smile. She was entirely certain this was due to the Stark influence in his life.

“I haven’t checked lately to see if there are any changes, but I think everyone was wearing something purple? I’ll add you to the group chat,” Rhaenys explained. There weren’t many of them; just those few family members who weren’t so in awe of Grand-Uncle Jaehaerys that they failed to see the giant red flags. Even though she wasn’t going to be present, Rhaenys had packed a purple scarf she was going to wear during the garden party itself where all the photographers from all the various papers could see her. On the other end of the phone, Jon huffed a sound of relief.

“Thanks… as soon as Mum explained what the court case was about, I just knew…” he began.

“I know. I think she really appreciates knowing that even a handful of us support her,” Rhaenys said. She was about to ask how he was handling the divorce when she heard a beep from on the street.

That would be Renly.

“Sorry, have to go. I’ll text you later,” she said. After saying her goodbyes, Rhaenys hung up and convinced Vhagar to get off. She gave all her animals one last pet, grabbed her case and handbag before shouting a general goodbye to her cousin Sarella and left the house. Renly stood by the back of the van, ready to help her stow her case. He was tall and broad shouldered like his older brother, Robert, but lacked the bulk the eldest Baratheon was known for. Like Rhaenys, he was darker skinned than most of their relatives although he lacked the purple eyes that marked a Targaryen. Renly had dressed with a road trip in mind; track-suit pants, faded university tee and flip flops. His locs were piled on top of his head in a haphazard bun. Renly grinned when he saw her, giving her a tight hug before opening the boot and hauling her case inside.

“Ready to go?” he asked. Rhaenys nodded, helping him close the boot.

“Did you get the threatening messages from Maegor, Daemon and Aemond?” she asked. Renly rolled his eyes, leaning against the van.

“You mean the Brothers Edge? Yeah. Just deleted the messages. Not like we’re super close to the rest of the family, are we? Like… Great Grandfather Orys doesn’t even talk to his siblings,” he replied. Most people tended to forget that the Conquerors had a half-brother called Orys. He’d been by their side while Great Grandfather Aegon was first running for public office, right up until he’d retired and created the sole airline in Westeros. Orys remained for a while before selling his shares in the company and started his own business. These days Orys Baratheon lived in his wife’s family estate and stayed out of the limelight. Rhaenys privately respected the old man for staying away from his siblings’ bullshit.

With a bow Renly opened the door to the back for Rhaenys and she climbed in with a bow and a grin.

“Hey Rhae! Have you met Sansa? I’ve finally convinced her to come around to meet the rest of the family,” Margaery said, offering a wave in greeting. She had occupied the first row of seats in the back of the van along with a red-haired girl maybe a year or two younger than her. She recognised her from a few of Jon’s pictures on Ravenscroll. She must have been one of his Stark cousins. Rhaenys smiled, offering a wave.

“I haven’t. Hi Sansa. I’m Rhaenys Martell-Targaryen,” she said. Sansa smiled shyly, returning the wave.

“Hi Rhaenys… Jon’s told me all about you,” Sansa said. Rhaenys grinned, claiming the second row for herself. She waved to Loras in the passenger seat, who returned her wave with a grin. Rhaenys pulled out her phone and snapped a quick selfie before sending it to Willas with the message: on my way!!!

As Renly pulled out of the driveway, Willas sent his own selfie from the garden with his hound Florys. Underneath he had written: Can’t wait to see you… Rhaenys grinned happily, warmth rising in her chest. The drive out of King’s Landing was surprisingly quick, largely due to the fact they’d left before peak hour and had missed the majority of traffic. Once they were on the Kingsroad, it would be a straightforward trip up to Highgarden. Rhaenys settled back in her seat, allowing the chatter of the radio and the other conversations to wash over her. She was close to dozing off when she felt someone shake her shoulder to rouse her. Rhaenys blinked, holding back a yawn. Sansa made an apologetic face.

“Sorry. There’s something on the news about your family? Renly said you’d want to hear it…” she said. Rhaenys nodded, stretching her arms above her head.

“...and in breaking news, Saera Targaryen, the daughter of respected politician Jaehaerys Targaryen, is bringing a civil case against her father and mother for claims of abuse…” the newsreader announced. Rhaenys looked down at her phone, noticing a new message in the group chat for Saera’s supporters from Uncle Vaegon.

Ooops… I might have told a reporter….

A few moments later, there was a new message from Saera.

Well… Grandma can’t deny it now.

#rabbit writes #rabbity fics #asoiaf modern au #rhaenys martell targaryen #rhaenys daughter of elia #rhaenys x willas #fall of the house of targaryen au

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lcnelyday · 2 years ago

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AVAILABLE VERSES BREAKDOWN:

THE GOLDEN RANCH: the biggest cattle ranch in montana/texas, run by tyler hancock. publicly deals with cattle and horses, training and raising. privately has a grow op for marijuana. possible triggers: crime, drugs, drinking, violence, smoking, death available muses: adam mcgill (wrangler), bo linklater (wrangler, foreman in training), judas palma (foreman), lincoln ward (wrangler), lori gallagher (residential vet), maggie hancock (heir and smartass), nellie dawson (barrel racer and troublemaker), sawyer linklater (wrangler & trainer), tyler hancock (owner), willa hancock (hurricane willa aka tyler's cousin that was born of chaos). inspiration: yellowstone.

VOLCANO GIRL: an alternative rock band, up and coming, two albums released. possible triggers: drinking, drugs available muses: danny rollins (drummer), hanna rollins (vocalist & bassist), walker 'texas' reid (vocalist & guitaris) inspiration: this band. this album.

THE SUPERNATURALS: a collection of unrelated characters for supernatural plots. possible triggers: horror, religion, witchcraft, violence, blood, murder, drugs, smoking available muses: julie petrichor (podcaster), lila barton (coven witch, see the barton legacy below), sera poriosolo (seraphim angel), silas barton (vampire ex witch, see the barton legacy below), thane reynolds (god of death), winnie barton (coven witch, demon hunter, see the barton legacy below) inspiration: the x files, lore (podcast), wynonna earp, beautiful creatures, supernatural, good omens

THE BARTON LEGACY: a group of witches that operate and control the pacific northwest. run by a matriarch, works with other supernatural beings, compared to a mafia/gang type deal. possible triggers: torture, abuse, alcohol, drugs, witchcraft, supernatural, blood, murder, death available muses: lila barton (matriarch witch), silas barton (400 year old vampire & ex witch), winnie barton (reluctant witch, demon hunter) inspiration: beautiful creatures, wynonna earp, hell's angels

IT'S ABOUT CRIME: a series of connected and unconnected criminals or those connected to criminals. possible triggers: murder, crime, death, blood, drinking, drugs, violence, torture, available muses: elena toro (daughter of a shady billionaire), lila barton (head of a crime family that runs the pacific northwest), millie woods (the daughter of a media conglomerate), noah pendragon (hired thug), richie pearson (counterfeiter with a team of criminals), tate o'brien (con artist in training), whitney fernstrom (con artist & assassin), winnie barton (part of crime family running the pacific northwest), wolff weiss (assassin) inspiration: succession, sons of anarchy, focus, killing eve, james bond, anything with a mob/mafia/gang, that one scene where jon bernthal's character kills a man because a pretty girl is scared she killed a man listen i know i reblog it once a week and sometimes once a day but it lives in my head rent free and i need all the plots regarding this idea okay?

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crystiesong · 1 year ago

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Birthday Bash

Leaping between bannisters, Aster landed on a pile of wooden crates. She gazed across the room. Despite coming to the abandoned factory for a few months at this point, she hadn't really done much with the place. That changed today.

The first thing she'd decided to do was invite all the stray cats she could find to stay in the factory so they'd have some shelter. The second thing she needed to do was make the factory (or the catory as she'd come to call it) more hospitable for cats (maybe that should've been the first thing). Taking stuff from wherever she could find it (the forest, dumpsters and other abandoned places), Aster had begun to build contraptions and dens for the cats to play and sleep in. One day this place would be a haven for all stray cats.

Aster leapt down from the boxes and began to push a metal crate across the room, a bunch of cats sitting nearby watching her. She pushed the box against the wall and turned around to see a snow white cat walking towards her.

"Oh hi Snowball. Glad you could join us" Aster greeted. Snowball dipped her head in greeting, her emerald green eyes glimmering and her stumpy tail high in the air.

"Greetings. I have a message from Teddy" she said while hopping onto the metal crate.

Aster raised an eyebrow at that "What message did he have that he couldn't deliver in person?"

"He didn't give me many details but he said that you're needed at home"

That confused Aster. Today was her day off from school and she'd decided to not do any hero work to let herself relax. She'd told her family she'd be busy so why was she needed? Standing up, Aster stretched her limbs.

"Alright. I'm going to see what I'm needed for then I'll come back." she turned to address the crowd of cats around her "please don't make too much of a mess, I just tidied up"

She got a flurry of answers that were a mixture of 'ok' and 'no promises'. Shaking her head with a smile, Aster made her way out of the building.

Making it back home was easy enough. Aster made her way up the stairs but stopped in-front of the door. No noise could be heard from within the apartment which concerned her.

Had something happened on her way over? Had Teddy been mistaken and she actually wasn't needed? Guess there was only one way to find out. Slowly opening the door, Aster crept inside. Suddenly all the lights were flicked on and all her friends and family popped out from behind the furniture.

"SURPRISE"

Aster's heart jumped into her throat and she leapt into the air in shock and surprise, hitting the top of the doorway with her head. Her parents rushed over to the young teen who was now leaning against the doorway.

"Are you alright?" Natalia asked, helping Aster up.

Aster gently nodded "I'm fine, just a bit caught off guard"

Her Papá laughed "Well it is a surprise party, that is kinda the point. Now come on, it's time for your favourite part"

Aster's favourite part about birthdays was the present opening. It was the only time she got to be a little bit spoiled. The first present she got was from her parents; they gave her a bunch of different chocolates as she always had a big sweet tooth and a love for chocolates. The second present was from her dear brothers (who had not woken her up with a bucket of water this year); they'd gotten her a new book series she'd been wanting, she couldn't wait to read it. The third present was from Alex and Andy; they'd gotten her a toy crab, it took a lot of energy not to glare at them as she opened it. The fourth present was a joint one from Robin and Sam (and from Willa too Aster guessed); they got her a simple sketchpad which she appreciated, she'd been wanting to get back to drawing so it would be handy. The final present came from Javari and it was probably her favourite one; it was a hand carved wooden figure of a figure from a video game series she and Javari both liked. She loved everything she got.

The food was also amazing, given that it was her parent's cooking after all; and don't get Aster started on the chocolate birthday cake. Aster was loving the birthday celebrations and didn't want them to stop; but there was one more thing she needed to do before the day was over.

As the sun was starting to set, the young teen left her home and made her way through the city. She arrived at her destination and made her way over to her abuelo's gravestone, sitting in-front of it. She gently brushed against the stone, making sure everything was neat and tidy. Aster let out a small but saddened smile as she sat there. Her abuelo might not be able to spend his time with her, but she'd be able to spend as much of her birthday as she could with him.

#angst #cats #fluff #superhero #original story #original characters #oc #birthday #writing #oneshot

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123freemoviesfun · 1 year ago

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Justified: City Primeval (2023)

The action of the plot of the series unfolds 8 years after the end of the original drama. Already known to viewers the main character Raylan Givens (Timothy Olyphant), who is a deputy U.S. Marshal working in Miami, Florida, returns to his home state of Kentucky to solve a tangled web of crimes and murders and at the same time help his ex-wife to raise his teenage daughter Willa (Vivian Olyphant). We'll see the next batch of criminal cases Marshal Givens has to work on. One of them is to track down and bring to justice Oklahoma criminal Clement Mansell (Boyd Holbrook), who has been eluding the police time and time again. Mansell is also known by his nickname, the Oklahoma Savage. In pursuit of him, Givens travels to Detroit where he will encounter a whole new kind of villain. Mansell is known as a heartless and cruel sociopath who likes to manipulate people's lives, often with fatal consequences. Mansell knows how easy it is to get away with murder. The unpunished maniac is back on the streets of Detroit. Thanks to clever loopholes in the laws that his slick lawyer knows about and has applied in the courtroom, Mansell feels invincible and is ready to make the judge his next victim. Meanwhile, homicide detective Givens believes the sociopath crossed the line long before the final madness. He's determined to see to it that Mansell doesn't escape justice this time, but that means the detective will have to play by the criminal's rules. Read the full article

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darlingshane · 2 years ago

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Raising Willa Part 3

Shane Walsh x F!Reader

Rating: G // WC: 1,2k // Content: Family Fluff

Summary: You take a little trip in matching outfits with your daughter and husband to the International Cherry Blossom Festival.

– Read below or at AO3

– Links: Part 1 // Part 2

– For @gabymiller, that wanted more dad!Shane. Hope you like this part 💗

Part 3: Pretty in Pink

It’s springtime, and you’ve decided to drive to Macon to the International Cherry Blossom Festival to witness the blossoming of hundreds of thousands cherry trees blossoming in all their glory, and take part in some festivities. For the occasion, you’ve bought matching shirts for all three of you in pink with a floral pattern. Of course, Shane is slightly objecting to your color choice after putting it on, even when he knows how much love matching outfits with him and Willa. You’ve been doing it since before she was born. You remember that tiny newborn outfit you bought for her of cargo pants and blue shirt that had her matching Shane. They were so adorable together, and you can’t help trying to do the same at least twice a year. It’s cheesy as hell, but you adore your collection of pictures, and it makes you happy to look at them from time to time, so you’re not going to stop anytime soon until the day they really start hating you for it, which you doubt.

You bind the buttons of Shane’s shirt up to his chest, capturing the amusing frown in his brow and the pout of his mouth.

“You know pink is not a color just for girls, right?”

“I know. I just don’t like pink, what can I say?” he shrugs.

“Well, you better get used to it, or you're gonna get sick of it today,” you smooth his shoulders and take a good look at him, “but it really suits you. Take a look at you, handsome.”

As he scoffs, you get out of the way, so he can stare at himself in the full length mirror of your closet. He undoes the top two buttons of his shirt, while you roll the short sleeves of yours, cause they’re a little too long for you.

Then you go finding Willa who is already dressed and ready to take off, killing time watching videos on your phone.

“Willa, c’mere, let’s take a picture.”

“Are we leaving?” She asks, handing you the phone.

“Almost,” and you whisper, “tell daddy he looks really pretty in pink.”

She runs to Shane, and he picks her up in his arms, so you can take a photo of the two of them.

“Daddy, you look really pretty in pink.”

“Yeah? I’m a real Molly Ringwald,” he quips, “did mama tell you to say that?”

“Yep,” she shamelessly sells you out, and adds, “you also look like a flamingo.”

“I did not tell her to say that,” you snort and hold your phone up, “okay, you two flamingos look at me now.”

After taking a photo of them, you set the timer of your camera and prop the phone against a picture frame over the mantle to get a snapshot of the three of you together. Shane keeps holding Willa in one arm, while he links his other around your waist. And lil Will plants a kiss on Shane’s cheek before the flash goes off.

“Can I see?” Willa asks, and you show her the pictures on the screen.

You lock everything in the house and head out to the car, where you also hand them those pairs of sunglasses to go with their outfit that you had in your bag. They’re rose gold, yours and Willa’s are heart shaped, and Shane's are aviators.

“You went all out, huh?” He checks himself in the rearview mirror.

“Yeah, we never go anywhere, so–” you shrug, glancing at Willa strapped in her car seat at the back, “you like yours, baby?”

“Uh-huh.”

She looks really cute in them with her matching blouse, jeans, and pink converse.

During your road trip, while she watches her show on the backseat, you go over your notes and checklist for Willa’s 6th birthday party, which is coming up soon. Recently, she’s been really into cats and all she wants is that– a cat themed birthday party, and Gabby’s Dollhouse from her favorite show, featuring more cats. She has also requested chocolate lavender cupcakes and pizza. You’ve already figured out some of those details, and you and Shane have decided to adopt a kitty as a surprise. You’re having a friend over who works at a shelter on the day who is bringing some cats up for adoption. You still need to get all the decorations, but you almost have everything ready. It's a little stressful cause this year she has invited a lot of friends from her class. Last year it was just the three of you and a handful of family and friends. And now that she's older she's becoming more her own person, you want her to have the best day.

It’s a fun-packed day when you arrive at Macon and you get to capture some beautiful moments in your phone of the three of you having fun throughout the whole day. The first thing you do is watch one of the parades. Shane hoists Willa up on his shoulders while you eat your ice-cream cone, occasionally sharing some with him. Later, you take a walk across the park under the shade of all those beautiful blooming trees and have a picnic on the grass. In the afternoon, you buy three passes for the amusement rides and hop in all the ones that your five-year-old is allowed to ride. She gets a cherry blossom painted on her cheekbone in one of the booths, and temporary tattoos on her arms. There are fireworks at the end of the night, and she’s spent by that time. She almost falls asleep in your arms while you watch the beautiful lights exploding in the sky, but she doesn't completely drift off until you get to the car.

“Hey, baby. What you said earlier about never going anywhere… ” Shane voices tiredly on the drive back.

“I wasn't complaining. It was just an observation.”

“I know, but I was thinking that maybe we could do something fun this summer other than camping.”

“But I love camping, and so do you.”

“I do. We could do both, camping and a little trip.”

“Like what, Disney World? I think she'll enjoy it more in a couple of years.”

“No, somewhere romantic, just the two of us. We haven't gone anywhere since she was born, and now that she's older… she could stay with Rick and Michonne for a couple of days.”

“You really thought it through,” you turn your head to see your daughter soundly asleep, hugging a stuffed pink poodle you bought for her, “yeah, I guess we could.”

“You don't sound too convinced.”

“No, babe, I want to… I just have to get used to the idea of leaving her, even for a short time.”

“Just think about it. We don't have to decide anything right now.”

“Okay,” you reach with your hand to rake softly the hair at his nape.

It's a long drive back and when you get home you open the door while Shane carries her up to her bedroom. He carefully trades her clothes for her pj's and tucks her in.

“Good night, baby,” Shane sweetly kisses her hair twice, one for mommy, and one for daddy.

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summary | a story in which america’s favorite captain gives a new life and family to a five-year-old girl who has suffered well beyond her years at the hands of hydra.

characters | dad!steve rogers, girl/willa rogers (original character)

warnings | AU similar enough to OU to include spoilers to many Marvel movies (Age of Ultron and beyond). mature themes related to child abuse/neglect. mentions/descriptions of past CSA and CSM. medical abuse and experimentation. ptsd/trauma symptoms in a child (developmental discrepancies, de-humanized behavior, detachment, extreme fears). medical treatment of CSM and other aftermath of abuse.somewhat evil!Tony Stark (eventually)

[Steve]

“It’s a really great view, Girl, and I can point out all the cool places in the city to visit,” I hear Peter’s voice echo from down the hallway as I stand behind the kitchen island, stirring my coffee. Pausing, I look up to see the teen and young girl entering the common space, hand in hand. Checking my watch, I chuckle. It’s almost ten in the morning, and this is the first I’ve seen of either of them today; that is, except for when I climbed out of Girl’s bed when I woke up and she was still fast asleep. Taking a closer look at the child, I see that she’s wearing a new pair of jeans, along with, quite amusingly, a Spiderman shirt. I raise my eyebrow at the kids playfully, earning a smile from Peter.

“Mornin’, you two,” I greet cheerfully as they make their way over to the kitchen.

“Mornin’, Cap,” Peter replies casually. Seeming a little too shy to speak up, Girl simply looks at me, offering the teeniest of smiles. Looking down at his friend, Peter grins affectionately.

“That’s a cool shirt you’ve got there, sweetheart,” I compliment the girl, poking a little fun at Peter who was obviously behind the choice. “Where’d you find that?”

“Oh, I-I helped Girl pick out her clothes this morning,” Peter stutters, his cheeks turning pink. “She even put them on all by herself! Right, Girl?” he adds proudly, followed by a confirming nod from the kid. “Well, except for the button on the pants. But that part’s hard; sometimes I even struggle with it.” Smiling in response, I’m impressed that Peter was able to help her with such a thing, given how frightened changing has made her in my own experience. Needless to say, it really seems like the two have come a long way together.

“That’s great, doll. Way to go. Sounds like you guys make a great team,” I tell them sincerely. Just as I’m finishing my sentence, the elevator bell on the opposite side of the room rings, and Bruce appears as the metal doors part. Walking over, the doctor swings his bag off of his shoulder and places it down on the island counter.

“Good morning,” he says to all of us. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Girl seeming to shrink back slightly at the presence of the dark-haired man.

“Hey Bruce,” Peter and I say in unison. Girl stays quiet. Bruce nods at all of us before pulling a moleskin notebook out of his bag, seeming preoccupied with his work, as usual.

“Girl and I are gonna go out on the balcony and look at the city,” Peter announces.

“Oh, that sounds like a great idea,” Bruce encourages, brow furrowed as he continues looking down at his notes, “it’s lovely out today.”

“Make sure to stay back from the railing, okay?” I remind the teen cautiously. Peter nods adamantly, and though the thought of them out on the balcony makes me anxious, I decide it’s best to let them do a little bit of exploring. Girl hasn’t had the greatest first few days in the tower, so I figure some fresh air and a great view could be good for both of them.

“We’ll be super careful, I promise,” Peter vows, the look in his eyes showing just how much he means it. Nodding at them, I give the pair another smile as Peter guides Girl over to the door, opening it up and leading her out onto the balcony. I watch as they walk the length of the deck, trying to calm my pounding heart as Peter begins to point out certain things in the city below. Girl seems intrigued, which is good; I was a little bit concerned that the height might scare her. But to my surprise, she seems to be having a good time as they stand together out there, looking all around.

“How are you holding up?” Bruce’s voice startles me as it sounds suddenly from right next to me, causing me to jump a little as I turn towards my friend.

“I’m hangin’ in there. To be quite honest, the sight of them out there makes me enter fight-or-flight, but I think Tony’s right; I gotta be a little more laid-back,” I admit as I nod towards the kids through the window.

“Nothing’s gonna happen to them out there. That railing could stop Thor running full speed at it with his hammer held high and everything. They’re perfectly safe,” Bruce assures me. I nod, knowing that he’s right. Taking another glance at the thick glass railings in question, I realize now that they’re almost as tall as Peter, himself. “You’ve been sleeping in her room with her the past few nights?” Bruce asks.

“Yeah. She sleeps pretty peacefully, most of the time. I’m sure she must be exhausted. She just curls right up in my lap; it’s pretty precious.”

“That’s great, Cap, really. I mean it,” the man tells me, looking into my eyes with a strong expression of sincerity. “She’s got a long way to go, but it seems like with you, and also Peter, come to think of it, she’s really making big steps towards letting others in.” I nod, thinking back to the unforgettable look on her face the other morning when she came so close to asking me to be the person to take care of her, a parent for her.

“It just breaks my heart, you know,” I admit, a lump forming in my throat. Gazing out the window at the two children on the balcony, I shake my head as Peter’s arm still points this way and that, Girl’s eyes following his finger wherever it lands. “When I hold her, it’s painfully obvious that she’s never been held before. When I speak gently to her and tell her nice things, soothing things, it’s clear she’s never been treated this way in her life. I hate what they did to her. I hate what they took from her. The atrocities they put her through… I know those’ve done damage well beyond my worst fears. But all the things she was simply never given… I’ve never thought about the consequences of neglect like this but, god, Bruce- god, it’s devastating.”

The doctor is quiet for a few moments, joining me in watching the two through the window. Then, he nods. “It is. When a child isn’t cared for, especially during the early stages of life, oftentimes they spend the rest of their life suffering because of it.”

“She didn’t even know what a stuffed animal was, goddammit,” I curse, feeling an angry heat rising through my cheeks. “I have no idea how they raised her, or what they taught her, but none of it was done right.”

“I would actually be interested to learn what kind of early childhood she did have,” Bruce comments. “Even from just a cognitive-development standpoint. How did she learn to walk, or talk? Who taught her? What all does she know?”

“There’s nothing on it in her files?” I ask, knowing that Bruce has been reading through every sheet of paper in that binder since she arrived.

“I guess they didn’t find it important enough to include in their research notes on her. It’s all about her powers and their various experiments with her. There’s nothing on just the simple things, like learning her ABC’s or color names.”

“Do you think she had any sort of- of caregiver? Ever?” I question aloud, wondering how any infant or toddler could’ve gotten by without having someone to attend to their needs.

“I’m not sure,” Bruce replies honestly.

“I can’t imagine anyone at Hydra would wanna be bothered with taking care of a baby,” I point out.

“Yeah, but keep in mind, this was a very important baby,” the doctor counters. Through the window, I notice that Peter’s lifted Girl up onto his shoulders to get a better view. And in this moment, from this distance, she almost looks completely unafraid as she gazes out on the city below. After several more minutes, the pair seem to be making their way in, Girl still mounted atop Peter’s shoulders.

The teen ducks as they come back through the door so the little girl doesn’t hit her head, and for the first time since I’ve met her, I think I hear her let out some sort of muffled giggle. “Wow, you were right, Bruce; it really is beautiful out there today,” Peter comments as he helps Girl down to the floor.

“What’d you think of the city?” I ask the child with a smile. She looks up at me with wide eyes, still full of wonder and amazement.

“Big,” she says simply. Then, after a moment, she adds, “Pretty.”

“It’s even prettier at night,” Peter tells her excitedly. “All the lights in the city are lit up; it’s beautiful. We’ll have to go back out there later when it’s dark.” At this suggestion, Girl flinches, and in an instant, Peter’s expression turns to one of great concern. “I-It won’t be too dark, though! The lights from the buildings will all be on out there. And we can turn the lights on over the balcony, too. It won’t be scary, I promise.” At this, the child’s body relaxes a bit, the both of them only continuing to surprise me by how skilled Peter seems to be at calming the little one’s nerves, and how receptive she seems to be with him.

“We could see if Tony might set off some fireworks,” Bruce suggests. “He loves making a big and flashy scene; I’m sure he’ll be in.” Peter and I chuckle along with him, while Girl looks curiously up us.

“F-fire-works?” she asks cluelessly.

“Yeah, they’re these things you shoot up in the sky, and they pop and make bright lights in all sorts of pretty colors,” Peter explains. “It’s like a big light show!” The teen reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his phone, typing something in. Then, he offers the screen to Girl, causing her eyes to widen. “Those are fireworks. They’re pretty, huh?”

“Pretty,” the girl says in agreement, clearly impressed by the picture.

Suddenly, loud footsteps can be heard coming from the entrance to the hallway. Before long, the God of Thunder himself has appeared, wearing a rather odd assortment of clothing: a pair of black jogging shorts with a neon green stripe on the sides, a white hoodie with a pink tank-top peeking out from underneath, some running shoes, and above all, a pair of neon-green knee-high socks.

“What… are you wearing?” Bruce asks.

“The man of spiders and I are about to embark on an adventure that will test both our speed and precision; it is imperative I dress appropriately for the occasion,” the peculiar man responds in his standard serious-that-can’t-be-taken-seriously tone.

Girl shrivels up at the sight and sound of the large man, cowering behind Peter. “It’s okay, Girl; Thor’s not scary. He’s just a big goof,” Peter assures her. I step over on the other side of Girl and crouch down beside her reassuringly, just so that she knows she’s safe and someone’s got her.

Thor peers over past Peter at the child, his face contorting in confusion. Given how hesitant he’s been to initiate any sort of interaction with her so far, it would almost seem as if he doesn’t know how to act around Girl. I think the concept of her just perplexes him; maybe he doesn’t want to do her any more harm, so he’s decided to keep his distance. After a few moments, the god takes a small step forward, and after glancing at me, he replicates my actions, bending down so that he’s more at eye-level with Girl.

“Hello there, little person. I am Thor, the God of Thunder. There is no need to be afraid of me. I do not wish you any harm,” he tells her. The little girl keeps her eyes on Thor, appearing to be thrown off by not only his looks, but also his speech patterns.

Bruce reads my mind, explaining, “Thor sounds kinda funny when he talks, but that’s just because he’s from another planet.” Thor nods as Girl’s eyes grow wide.

“I am from the planet Asgard. But I hang around here from time to time, when the Avengers need me.” Though she’s doing her best to hide it, the child still looks hesitant, and to be honest, I don’t blame her. Meeting someone from another planet for the first usually takes a little bit of getting used to.

“So what’s all this about an adventure? Precision? Speed?” Peter questions. I chuckle at the boy slightly. Usually when these things come up, Peter’s never informed prior to their outings. Thor just decides where they’re going and what they’re doing, and the teen always goes along with it, minimal questions asked.

“Go-kart racing,” Thor states seriously. Peter’s eyes widen in excitement.

“Woah, for real?” he asks.

“Hey, hey, wait. Have you cleared that with Tony?” Bruce interjects.

“The man of iron? Why would we need to clear it with him?”

“What, you’re not gonna ask Pete’s dad if he’s allowed to go?” Bruce jokes, Peter’s cheeks instantly reddening.

“H-he’s not my dad,” the boy mumbles sheepishly, causing Bruce to chuckle lightly.

“Sure kid, whatever you say,” the doctor replies. “Don’t worry. Steve and I won’t snitch on you, just make sure you leave before he catches you on your way out.” Peter turns to Girl, giving her a gentle smile.

“I’ll see you when I get back, okay? And later, when it’s dark out, we can go out on the balcony again and see the lights. And maybe Tony will even put off some fireworks!” Peter reaches out and ruffles the little girl’s hair a bit, barely earning a flinch from the kid as the look on her face begs him not to go.

Peter then waves at Bruce and I, and without another word, the odd pair head off to the elevator.

“I wish I knew why he dresses like that,” Bruce says under his breath, quietly enough so that they won’t hear.

“I think he’s still trying to grasp the whole ‘earthly fashion’ thing,” I guess. Girl’s eyes never leave Peter as he heads off for his outing, all the way until the elevator doors have closed behind him. Even after he’s gone, she just keeps staring over, making my h heart ache a little bit in my chest. “Hey,” I murmur to catch her attention, offering her a smile as she turns to me. Shifting onto my knees so that I’m resting firmly on the ground, I ask, “How’re you feeling, doll?”

The small child bites her lip, not seeming to have an answer.

“Are you hungry? I can make you some juice,” Bruce offers, 'juice’ being the new term we’ve designated for smoothies since Girl always refers to them that way; we’re just kind of going along with it. The little girl looks up at the doctor with wide eyes at his offer, nodding shyly. Smiling at her, Bruce turns back to the kitchen, beginning to pull out the fruit from the refrigerator and the blender from the cabinet.

“I was just gonna make some toast, too. You wanna come and watch while we cook?” I offer. Girl nods again. I stand back up, opening my arms up for her. “Here, I’ll lift you up, okay?” Pausing for a moment, Girl eyes me warily before nodding quietly in agreement, entering my embrace. I scoop her up carefully, placing her down so that she’s sitting on the counter, allowing her to watch with wide eyes as Bruce arranges the fruit on the counter.

“We’ve got lots of variety today,” the dark-haired man observes, looking down at the wide assortment. Grabbing a piece of bread from the bread box, I pop it in the toaster and slide down the handle before turning back to face Girl once more.

“Hey, doll. Bruce and I were just talking while you were out on the balcony; d'you think we could ask you some questions?” I ask carefully. Looking at me with clear hesitancy in her eyes, the child nods. “Do you remember who took care of you, back when you were living in- you know, that scary place we rescued you from?” I choose my words carefully. At the mention of Hydra, Girl stiffens, looking down at her lap silently.

Frowning, Bruce decides to try a different question. “When you were younger, do you remember who taught you things like how to walk or talk?” he inquires carefully. While I want to make sure it doesn’t feel like we’re drilling her with questions, I think it’s important to know whether or not the girl had any real form of attachment at any point in her life or not. She remains silent, the thought occurs to me that she might not know how to answer these questions.

Softening my voice, I try one more. “Was there anyone there who helped raise you besides the scientists and the guards?”

At that, she looks up at me. “I-it- no,” the small child replies simply. “It was a guard. H-he told me. Said he had to raise Girl, said she was such a pain.”

“He said he had to raise you; he was upset about that?” I ask, hoping she’ll say more. Girl nods.

“Y-yelled,” the poor thing squeaks. “Said she was r-rotten since-… since she was a baby. S-said she c-cried when he beat her as a baby and- and why would she still cry now… should know better.” My heart drops.

“He beat you as a baby, sweetheart?” I ask softly. Girl nods, emotions appearing on her face that I can’t quite identify as her eyes become glossy.

“Said sh-she must be- must be st-st-stupid from- from beating her so much. Still… beat her more for it.” I take a deep breath, looking over at Bruce. These are words, phrases that no child should know, and he seems to understand that just as well as I do.

“Did he teach you things? Words and stuff?” he asks. She nods. “What kinds of things did he teach you?”

“A-all the stuff Girl knows. W-words and- and counting, letters a-and things,” she lists. My toast pops up in the toaster, and I quickly retrieve it, setting it on a plate. Then, after a few moments of thinking, the child adds, “Good or bad. T-training. Tests. P-punishments. Stuff about M-Mommy. S-”

“Mommy?” I cut her off, turning back around to face her. Girl looks up at me, her eyes now overflowing with tears. She nods. “What did he teach you about Mommy?” I ask, my voice softening to a mere hush.

“G-gone,” the little girl replies simply. Bruce stops what he’s doing as well, stepping over slightly towards Girl, a look of sadness and guilt plastered on his face.

“Girl, do you know who your mommy was? Do you… do you know what a mommy is?” he asks. She thinks for a good moment, but ultimately comes up with no response.

“Your mommy was the woman who gave birth to you,” I say. “She made you, held you in her tummy for a long time.”

“Gone,” Girl says again.

“I know, sweetie. I’m sorry. But mommies don’t always go away. They usually stay with their babies and raise them,” I explain, only for Girl to look slightly confused. “It’s not normal for a baby to be raised by a guard in a lab. Babies are made to be taken care of, by mommies and daddies and people who love them.” The look on her face tells me that Girl doesn’t have the slightest clue what I’m talking about, and my heart breaks even more for her. “They’re called 'parents.’ They raise you and take care of you; some people have just a mommy, or a daddy, or even two mommies or two daddies. But all the same, they help you grow.”

“And they don’t ever beat you,” Bruce adds. I nod.

“No, never. They give hugs and kisses and snuggles, but they should never hurt you. They’re there to protect you and take care of you; that’s their job.” In this moment, it occurs to me that when I told her about how my mom used to hold me, she probably had no idea what that meant. “Remember Tony called me 'Mr. Daddy-pants?” I ask. “That’s because I kind of act like a dad a lot of the time, meaning I maybe worry a little too much about taking care of others.” As Bruce nods, Girl looks saddened, prompting me to reach out to her, taking her hand in mine. She flinches, tears beginning to trail down her cheeks.

Taking a step forward towards the crying girl, I raise my brow at her softly. “Remember when I told you that every child deserves to have someone to take care of them, to hold them?” I ask quietly, as if it’s just for her and I to hear. She nods. “That’s what parents do.”

“M-mommy,” Girl says weakly. As my chest tightens in heartbreak, I feel tears of my own building up, as much as I’m trying to stop them. “Gone.”

“I know, sweetheart, I know. Shhh, it’s okay,” I soothe, wrapping my arms around the child as she begins to sniffle and shake, her tears worsening. Stroking down her hair, I rock her side to side in my embrace, wanting nothing more than to take all of the pain away.

“Parents don’t have to be the people who gave birth to you,” Bruce tells her softly. “A lot of times they’re not. You can still have parents who love and care about you just as much.” At this, Girl only shakes her head in dismay.

“Mommy… g-gone. No one left in the world t-to love Girl now.” And just by the way she says it, I can tell that these were words she was taught. These were things said to her. These were beliefs burned into her brain by cruel, heartless monsters who wanted her to see herself as forever alone, forever unlovable.

Continuing to rock and shush her gently, I hold the sobbing girl to my chest, a feeling of determination settling into my bones, now stronger than ever. Now that she’s here, now that it’s up to me, it’s going to be my ultimate mission to prove those monsters wrong. To give her what she never had, what she’s always deserved. To show her that she is worthy of love and kindness and care, that since the day she was born, she has always been worthy.

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