#replies;antonio

[elysiumxii]

cont from here w/ @depayse-flaneuse ft antonio & nia 

As soon as he had the attention of the lovely thing, Antonio’s grin only widens, the frame of his glasses slipping down his high arched Roman nose as he watches her. He can almost sense the inaudible eyerolls of his men beside him - they never saw their boss as animated as when he saw a pretty woman. Like a dog with a wagging tail his excitement was almost palpable. They like this café, the owner was good to them, not everyone in the city treats mafiosos to the best, but here? They got good service! Did Antonio really have to ruin it by chasing skirt?  

The young boss in question’s gaze also shifts from the pretty face, to the woman who took her attention, his lips having parted, ready to quip some line no doubt, before his dark gaze watches her as she moves away. But could a the eldest Benedetti son be so easily dissuaded? Not a chance. 

“Antonio-” he hears grizzly Tommaso by his side, saying his name as a mixture of warning, but also to get his attention. The old-timer more than had enough of Antonio’s games, but it falls on deaf ears. Once that stallion has something, or someone, in his sights he was very difficult to be dissuaded. Instead, seeing it as a game, his grin only widens and he pulls in his feet to sit up. Reaching into his breast pocket he pulls out a full packet of cigarettes and throws them down onto the small round table as he stands. Eyes on the door into the shadows of the café. 

Next his sunglasses, slipped by the arm into the open top buttons of his shirt as his long legs take him towards the door of the café and he stoops a little to step inside. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust, tugging the lapels of his blazer to straighten it before he jogs down a few terracotta tiled steps and towards the bar where he’d spotted the slim back of the woman in question. “Do you sell cigarettes?” He calls out, moving towards the bar to lean against it, hand slipping into his trouser pocket to pull out his wallet and a few rolled Euro. 

[elysiumxii]

At the first motion of his father for him to be quiet, Antonio became silent. His head turns away a little, eyes downcast and chin lowered, as the old man moved towards him. His movements are slow and laboured, but that did not make him any less intimidating. Antonio remembers the large, powerful man he had been when he was younger and would look up at him with such adoration... now to hear the disappointment in his scolding tone was like knives.

His eyes wince as Alessandro continues, stabbing at him where he is most vulnerable and though Antonio's fists ball by his sides, he does not even raise his head to defend himself. His father was enraged enough already, he did not want to make it worse with back talk.

"Tulio?" He finally snaps as his head lifts, his father could lament his disappointment in him and his failings, but to praise his cousin with the same breath was too much for his pride to take. "what does Tulio say he will do? Kill her? Is that what you all find so easy? Just like the way you had me kill Salvatore? Take the easy way out and kill... a street thug can kill and that is all Tulio is-!" He lifts a hand to wave over at the door.

"She is not my trophy, she is my plan-" he tries to explain, simmering a little because he was not going to have his father understand with pure anger alone. "She is the only one who knows who the mole is in the FBI... they will kill for that, papa don't you see? They want her dead so bad keeping her alive is the only thing we can do!" He frowns as he looks back at the man he so idolised as a child, begging him to see.

Alessandro watched the tender exchange between a mother and her son with a composed expression, not hinting at how his heart swelled with affection for the two. They were everything to him: his family, his world, which also meant they were his biggest weakness and a danger to his well-being. So, when Antonio spoke to him, his words tumbling out of his mouth like a jumbled mess, the capo dei capi couldn't help but feel disappointed. Antonio was supposed to be the new face of their clan, the pillar of strength everyone looked to, but here in front of him, in private, he was cracking. The ‘Ndrangheta would usurp his son the same day Alessandro retired or died, whichever came first.

The elderly man reclined in his chair, losing interest in Antonio's rambling as he began to question his son's ability to inherit and uphold the organization. Then, without warning, he raised his hand to silence him and said, "If only there was someone who could persuade her to defect, because it's not you, is it? Why else would you bring her here and show the entire family that you are weak and incapable of doing things on your own?" His eyes narrowed to an angry glare, as he stood up from the wicker armchair. Alessandro limped towards his son, his movements slow and stiff due to age and injury, as he pinched his fingers and shook them at Antonio. “That woman has more strength and conviction than you! She gave up her life to become a spy! She married into our family! She fucked our family! Everything she did was to bring us down, and you couldn't kill her even after you killed Salvatore?! Your own flesh and blood!”

Spittle flew from him as he shouted. "Now, you're bringing her here as what? A trophy? No, no, no. That's not how they see it. They see it as a sign of weakness on your part as a member of the 'Ndrangheta and as a man. They say you can't be relied on to follow through on anything and to cast you aside so you can keep playing Casanova around the world! Some are here to make a play for your inheritance, while most are rallying behind Tullio to take your place. What am I supposed to do? What do you expect me to do when they accuse my son of weak character and your cousin already comes up with a plan to deal with your woman?”

[mcmorare]

@m0reno14 sent: maybe i'm not as cool and collected as i put on.

"Yeah, because when I hear people describe you, cool and collected are some of the first words to come up," Katrina says with a tone and expression dripping with sarcasm. "I'm actually really cool and collected too. Super calm." Okay, lay off it. Arms cross loosely, she shifts, taking a short glance around. "What, don't tell me you're going to start meditating or something."

[ingravinoveritas]

Hiya, I am the anon from a post you reblogged regarding Michael Sheen and his female co-star from Amadeus (her name is Lily btw and she looks like a version of Sarah Silverman). For a total of 4 weeks he was rehearsing in my work building and I saw a few instances between the two. In the last week he was rehearsing on site I saw them lunching together. Both respectively on either side of a table reading their scripts quietly with no interaction. They weren't talking, or looking at each other. Just eating and reading. Towards the end of their lunch together, she got up and gave Michael a big hug whilst he was sitting down. Honestly it looked like she was consoling him. From the moments I have seen of them together I get a sense she really admires him and looks forward to being around him. Although it sounds like a stretch I do also get a sense that she is quite flirtatious. There was an occasion where Michael was sitting at a table and she was sitting on a table leaning toward him (cue imagery of secretary trying to pursue her boss). I do get the impression on his end that he is being careful around her. Perhaps he finds her attractive? Or perhaps he's trying to keep his distance because of his family situation? I also read your observations regarding AL not posting about Christmas and her family coming in from Sweden. Honestly I think they're coming in so that they can look after the kids and give her a break. She probably is exhausted herself because Michael has not been at home. But it definitely appears like he lives an exhausting separate life from them. I mean on NYE and NYD he is doing 3 performances in total. His regime must be sleep, eat, work, repeat and with his kids in tow that leaves little room to breath and have Mum and Dad time. So it makes sense to have trusted family over to look after the kids. On Tuesday I did get to see opening night of Amadeus. Was trying to spot a platinum blonde AL in the audience. I was pretty close to the stage maybe she was towards the back of the theatre. I kinda thought that she would post some kind of praise about Michael having a successful opening night, alas no. Michael and Lily kiss twice, and I could tell who the fans were in the audience because they were gasping when it happened. Or maybe they were gasping because it was uncomfortable to watch. I found it uncomfortable out of pure jealousy than the actual scene itself. He genuinely is a profound performer especially when the performance goes for 2 hours and 50 mins his stamina to be on point is remarkable. Anyway here is my tea. Simply observations. I do wonder if there is some connection between him and Lily. I wonder if she has become his confidante away from his home life while he is in Sydney. I can't imagine he has people to talk to that aren't his family in town so she just might be the respite he needs. Sorry for this being so long. Hope it is of some interest.

Hi, Australian Anon! Yes, I did see and quite enjoyed the message you sent to @problematicwelshman​, and I found it all very interesting, just as I do this. So I appreciate you writing in to share some more info with me! I love that you have this firsthand experience of Michael and have gotten to see him in the weeks leading up to the opening of Amadeus.

I think we’ve always known that Michael takes the weight of any production he is in on his shoulders, and I am sure that is especially the case here, where he is in the leading role. So to then have two small children and AL in tow on top of all that must undoubtedly be exhausting, and as you said, it would make sense for her family to fly in from Sweden to give her a break (at the very least, to attend the official opening night of the play after the previews, which seemed to be last night, rather than on the 27th). 

It’s also fascinating to hear about his interactions with Co-star Lily (who I am going to call such to distinguish her from his daughter Lily). I think we know that Michael has had a tendency to engage in dalliances with his co-stars (Lizzy Caplan and Caitlin Fitzgerald from MoS and Rachel McAdams in particular come to mind. David is a whole other separate case...). And Michael being magnetic and having a level of charm that just naturally draws others to him is not at all surprising, nor is the thought that CS Lily might have become enamored with him.

What’s interesting to me is his deliberateness in being careful around her. I can certainly understand the reason why, with him very publicly being there with his family (by “very publicly” I mean it being mentioned or noted in multiple interviews with the Australian media, all of which felt like deliberate PR). But it seems like just having another woman look his way makes Michael uncomfortable, or possibly afraid that whatever arrangement he and AL have in place will go to hell if he’s even slightly suspected of cheating. If that is the case, I find that a very strange and sad way to live, being in a relationship that seems to be so greatly lacking in any kind of trust.

I had hoped that if AL made a post regarding opening night, it would shed some more light on the strangeness of recent events. But what she posted did not do so, and managed to make things even weirder than before. AL seems to have used opening night to promote herself, as the caption barely mentions Michael (not even by name) or the play, and the pictures are of her posing with the poster of him the way a fan would. There is also not a single picture of them together. (Yet interestingly, they did take a picture when they went to see David’s play Good in October...)

As you said, it seems like Michael and AL are living separate lives together (which I also alluded to in this post) while in Australia. I completely understand the exhaustion of taking care of two little ones while Michael is working and that that is most likely why her family flew in, but the blanks you’ve filled in regarding CS Lily add to an already complicated/strange picture.

Thinking about AL’s caption on Insta, I feel like it was really her trying to seem “deep” and like she knows anything about the play/opera, but in reality, I don’t see her as much of a classical music aficionado, and I have a feeling she found the play boring. You mentioned CS Lily being his confidante while away from home and I could see that, too. AL is his actual girlfriend--not to mention an actress herself (supposedly)--but he apparently needs respite from her and seemingly can’t talk to her about anything, least of all this role and his preparations for this play which has consumed his life for the past month. I one hundred percent believe Michael has been talking to David on WhatsApp or Zoom, but he seems like the kind of person who needs someone to talk to in person as well, to feel their energy and body language in the room with him. It’s very likely, then, that CS Lily has become that.

I also appreciate the tea on the kisses between Michael and CS Lily, because no doubt that has created some tension/attraction (which I think is natural and a normal part of a performance, because you need that to effectively convey the emotion of the scene). But kissing someone for a few takes on a TV or film set is different from kissing someone every night on stage for a month straight, so who knows if that’s been part of the conversations he and CS Lily have had (or part of why AL has seemingly distanced herself from Michael since they arrived in Oz).

So yes, those are my thoughts on the whole situation. I think it will be interesting to see what unfolds as the run of the play continues (and after it ends later in January and they go back to the UK, for that matter). I guess we’ll see what happens...

[conduitandconjurer]

@twicecut cotinued from X

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...shit. Get a grip, Rambo....!

"Sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Klaus stumbles backwards in a circle, like a dazed dog, touching his neck, touching his chest, with violently shaking fingers.

What took him back, just now, to all the times family has lain hands on him and reminded him that trust costs more than love?

But DIego was never one of the real threats. Diego never even used emotional coercion on Klaus; it's why their relationship has withstood so many mistakes and missteps.

Now the shame of ancient history rushes through him worse than the crash that follows an ecstatic high (on snow chased by roofies, that's the one this feels like). He squats and puts his spinning head between his knees. Gradually the ghosts dissipate, dragged by a supernatural current from the sighted world, like bubbles in an IV flush (Klaus would know).

"I'm sorry fer...so much shit. All the times you came to see me when all the others stopped, in rehabm n' I still disappointed you. The Vietnam Vets bar. The.....just. So much shit.. Forget this. I'm just...I dunno. I want you to know I'm more than a lookout...not that that''s why I just now got all...I don't even...know...."

[elysiumxii]

As she turns to him, Antonio's smile is broad and charming, slowly sitting up as the waitress makes her way to him and now he has her fully in his sights, all lovely brunette hair and pretty eyes - there was something almost familiar about her face. He can't quite put his finger on it. Still, his smile doesn't falter as he sets his elbow on the table and looks up at her, humming gently as his eyes take a very obvious roam across features, decolletage, chest..

"Have you worked here for long, you seem familiar" he purrs, momentarily worrying that he may have had her before, but no. That he would usually remember. He wasn't that much of a scoundrel. Half of the men around the table currently lamenting at their bosses penchant for women, however, might disagree.

"Do you like wine? You should have a glass with me-" his grin widens, knowing he's being cheeky and very forward. Cafes in Italy usually serve wine, he does so hope they do here as well. "Come on, a deep red, in reward for a busy day no doubt?" The mafioso's head tilts as his cheeky smile remains in place.

Aaralyn had reluctantly taken up a part time job in a local cafe after being caught one too many times lifting wallets. She needed to find a way to make a living a bit more honestly, not that that she was the worse thing out there by any means. It was just how she’d learned to survive for the longest time. So the whole customer service thing when she was the most peopley person out there was becoming difficult. She needed some stress relief and soon. Thankfully she was off in the next five minutes. 

She’d just finished cleaning off one of the outside table and was making a line toward the cafe to clock out when she heard his voice. The accent is what caught her attention the most, it was a bit out of place in New York, but then again there were travelers all the time around here it seemed. She took a moment to take in his appearance, and the first thought looking at the expensive clothes he was wearing that was if she was still stealing he absolutely would have been a target for her. However, she was turning over a new leaf or some shit like that. The second thought was he was absolutely too hot to not be a model or something similar. So why was he at the cafe? 

Aara walked toward him, giving her best attempt at a smile. God dont let him be a deuce, she was running out of fake enthusiasm for the day and it was time to get off the clock. “Hey there. Something I can get you?” 

[mismess]

Okay I loooooove ur Chase art first of all!! Secondly, I think about Antonio/El Topo all the time do u have any headcanons??? One of mine is that he was v close with Carmen on VILE Island I have a whole post about it :^]

Thank yooouu !! very kind :-) For Antonio? I do not personally have many, tho I may garner more as I continue the show, I always love when he and Jean-Paul are on screen! He seems sweet tho and he always came off as gentle to me, he just has that kind of face that makes me go "what a sweet young lad" and thus I'll forgive any and all of his evil acts like they never even happened. And I could totally see him being close to Carmen back then! I imagined he was easy to get along with at the academy.

Also I love his :3 mouth. Peak design when characters have a :3 mouth I will have to draw him at some point

[seudxnimx]

Continued from here - @the-raven-dhampir

Antonio was with a client when his phone rang but Raven paid better so he answered it, besides the other was cleaning herself up anyways and so he had a moment - but a moment wasn’t even needed with the quick one sided conversation. He truly didn’t think anything of it other than Raven must certainly be in a mood and maybe wanted an easy meal, even if Antonio made him pay a hefty amount for that.

Usually he would let the woman linger around but he made a quick goodbye with her and he has no issue with it or with telling her another client is on his way and he needs a moment himself. Despite the job he has where it’s constant people and appeasing them, its conversation and small talk and acting interested when more often than not he’d rather cut off his own ears but he’s paid well for his time and as his clientele grows so do his prices but Antonio is introverted when it comes down to it and he doesn’t know how far Raven is but he take what time he has to take a hot shower and makes himself a small meal just in case he does want to drink from him. He has a decent amount of time to do all this before Raven comes and when the door is opened it’s not what he’s expecting at all.

Before he can see the blood he sees his face, wrecked in a way Antonio is not used to. Despite being paid by this man for his time and body he has grown to like Raven more than most. His time and conversation and his overall being is something Antonio sees as an enjoyment at times and not just a job but he still wasn’t expecting Raven to come to him like this. It’s only once he has stepped in that he sees the blood and there is a steady look of concern as he grabs hold of Raven and doesn’t mind the blood so much, instead he holds him close and Antonios brows pinch as the other sobs against him. A hand at the back of his head, petting him almost as he nods to the question and hums a melody - Italian floods with it in an attempt to calm Raven down, just enough to get the sobbing to stop so he can figure out the rest, “I’m alone, but what happened, baby?” He doesn’t try and move him far, just in and to the floor and set up against the wall so Antonio can pull back enough and start ridding of his clothing to see the source.

He keeps a soft hum going but it’s nothing that would hold Raven hostage, it’s enough to give him peace though. Just a bit of it compared to whatever turmoil is going on through him, “Will you heal from this? Do you need blood?” Soft knuckles wipe at Ravens tear stained cheek, Antonio is far more worried than he thought he’d ever be about this man but all he can think about is making sure he comes back from whatever happened tonight. Antonio is not vengeful though, he isn’t seeking or wanting to know who did this but he is wanting to know what happened so he can take care of Raven the appropriate way. He doesn’t know all of the Dhampir abilities but something has to help, even if it’s just time.

[pier-carlo-universe]

Assemblea Generale di Unione Industriali Torino: Focus sull’Intelligenza Industriale il 28 Ottobre 2024

Lunedì 28 ottobre 2024, presso il Centro Congressi in via Vela 17, si terrà l’annuale Assemblea Generale dell’Unione Industriali Torino con importanti interventi sul futuro dell’industria.

Lunedì 28 ottobre 2024, presso il Centro Congressi in via Vela 17, si terrà l’annuale Assemblea Generale dell’Unione Industriali Torino con importanti interventi sul futuro dell’industria. Lunedì 28 ottobre 2024, presso il Centro Congressi in via Vela 17, si terrà l’annuale Assemblea Generale dell’Unione Industriali Torino con importanti interventi sul futuro dell’industria. Lunedì 28 ottobre…

[fadinglights]

continued from here, @spicecbinet

ivy  looks  away  as  she  searches  for  the  right  words  to  explain  herself.  it  feels  foolish  to  admit  that  watching  him  interact  with  an  ex  has  gotten  her  jealous,  knowing  that  deep  down  she  doesn’t  want  to  watch  anyone  stay  close  to  him  that  way.  she  cannot  pinpoint  when  she’s  stopped  seeing  him  as  just  a  friend,  but  she  is  aware  of  the  returned  affection  now  and  can’t  keep  her  mind  off  it  even  if  she’s  tried.  “i  just...”  she  trails  off,  uncharacteristically  flustered  as  she  struggles  to  give  him  an  answer  that  doesn’t  embarrass  her.  “i’ve  changed  my  mind.”  she  settles  for  the  non-answer  instead,  glossed  lips  turning  into  a  half-smile  that  almost  looks  too  timid  to  be  hers.  “have  you  changed  yours?”

[tonibeltran]

It’s unfortunate, really, that they’re talking about Elijah at all — not that Antonio thinks they shouldn’t be, because he’d rather not leave that elephant in the room for longer than it needs to be, but there’s a realization happening within him simultaneously that doesn’t sit well at all with the topic of conversation at hand. It more so happens because he finds he and Roman have somehow shifted closer to each other — maybe unconsciously so, after Antonio had leaned in to pick the lint off Rome’s hair — and suddenly no amount of alcohol in the fucking world seems sufficient enough to dull the green of Roman’s eyes. 

He shouldn’t be discounting this conversation so easily — for all intents and purposes, they should be giving Elijah shit. Antonio would be the first to admit his disappearance from their lives fucked him up in unimaginable, nearly-irreparable ways, and maybe they are better off without him, in the long run. Maybe the Elijah Falvey they’d known for two decades died with Harrison Morrey, and what a wasteful death that would be. But even as he wants to follow the thread of this conversation to its conclusion, whatever barrier his bloodstream has so meticulously built out of alcohol and drugs is suddenly vanished, unceremoniously disintegrated by something as simple as Roman Daniels’s fucking eyes.   

Antonio tries to focus on his friend’s words, hoping whatever epiphany happening within him isn’t written plain as day on his expression. He tries to hide his face behind another pull of his whiskey, but there’s only so much left of it, and he ends up having to put it back down before he knows it. Clearing his throat, he nods, knowing full well he’s missed ninety percent of what Roman’s said to him in favor of losing his goddamn mind, apparently. But Christ, he thinks, eyeing the delicate lines of Rome’s jaw — has he always been this pretty?

“I’m surprised I haven’t run into him again,” he admits, catching the tail-end of Rome’s grievances. Volleying insults back and forth — not abnormal by any means, though it used to be all in jest, back in the day. Antonio guesses it makes sense for that dynamic to exacerbate itself the way it apparently has, with enough anger to fuel it. “Not that big a place, Blue Harbor.” He waits for the bartender to refill his whiskey before adding, “So long as he doesn’t step on my toes, I don’t really care to step on his.” 

Does that sound weird? He feels like his tongue is too big for his mouth, suddenly. And is that sweat on his palms? “Fuck,” he mutters out loud, without meaning to. “I don’t want to talk about him anymore,” he says, because he doesn’t. In fact, a part of him thinks he’d do better to disappear from this moment entirely, but even the hypothetical loss of Roman’s presence feels worse than the cacophony of insanity inside him with Roman in front of him. Fresh air, he thinks suddenly. Fresh air should help. “I need a smoke,” he announces, grabbing at the pack in his jacket pocket. He meets Roman’s gaze, and feels his smile soften stupidly. “Join me?”

That was the difference between Roman and Antonio. It seemed like the latter never let it escalate, whereas Roman let his anger take the helm, to be taunted in response to his own jabs directed at the former keyboardist. There was not an ounce of self control when it came to their exchanges, and he found himself mildly envious that Toni could just hold his tongue. “Well, fuck him.” Roman held up his glass of water to sardonically toast their former friend, but it didn’t seem right, motioning the bartender over and ordering a beer. Less risky than the whiskey.

His lips twitched involuntarily at that thought, of the accidental rhyme.

“From the sounds of it, he’s dragged her into their fucking avalanche of shit to wade through. I’d almost feel sorry for her, but her family could afford to buy their own fucking town if they wanted,” Roman muttered, recalling what Nilay had told him when she confronted him, the accompanying scoff a reflex at this point, recounting the information he found when he had searched about the hotel and her family. “So she could easily buy a new Eli. I fucking would, but he must be happy in his cosy little ivory tower.” Maybe that was why he picked her after all.  Someone rich who could fight his battles and kiss his wounds better for him.

But soon, his thoughts were rid of Eli altogether. Antonio reached out to brush through Roman’s hair and he simply froze in place — though the touch was far from unwelcome, even leaning in towards Toni as an invitation of sorts. The whole exchange took about five seconds but in the bassist’s head it was a dragged out exchange, breathing feeling heavy and scalp feeling like it had been set alight. “Hm?” His focus was on Toni’s finger and thumb flicking away what looked like a speck of lint or dust, and he was soon inspecting his friend’s hands; admiring that they seemed strong and warm, and probably had good reflexes what with his continued playing…

The question registered, and Roman’s entire being soured at the thought of Eli interrupting his tipsy thoughts. “We haven’t said much to each other except volley insults back and forth.” He then admitted, seeing no point in painting himself as the victim to Toni. He knew Roman too well. “But it’s clear where he fucking stands mate, and honestly fuck him.” He took a sip of his pint. “We’re better off without him.”

[sophrosynesworld]

Summer Softness

Katsuki’s always had that fierce, protective streak—everyone knows it. But what happens when the paparazzi go too far?

The gala is… unexpectedly pleasant. The air inside is filled with low, refined chatter, the clink of glasses, and the soft melodies of classical music drifting through the space. For a while, it’s easy to forget about the pressures outside.

Katsuki seems more relaxed than usual, in his own way. He’s never fully off duty—there’s always an edge to him—but tonight, he’s actually engaged in the conversation, smiling down at me as we move from one painting to the next. His crimson eyes scan the pieces before he offers a comment about the colors or techniques, terms he’s learned from watching me paint in our living room.

"I’ll be right back," Katsuki murmurs, his soft lips brushing against my ear as his hand rests gently on my waist. I hum in acknowledgment, leaning into his chest and pressing a quick kiss to his lips. As he steps away, I wander toward another sculpture, drawn in by the intricate twists of her hair, each curve and detail mesmerizing.

I glance down at the plaque beneath it.

Antonio Mardie, Summer Softness.

I step closer to the sculpture, tracing the air just above her delicate features, careful not to touch. The marble feels alive under the gallery’s soft lighting, shadows dancing over her form as if she might move at any moment.

"Beautiful, isn’t she?" A quiet voice pulls me from my thoughts. An older man, dressed in a dark coat, stands beside me, his eyes fixed on the sculpture. His expression is curious, like someone who’s seen countless works of art and yet still finds wonder in them.

I nod, glancing at him. “Yeah… I think she’s waiting for someone.”

He smiles faintly, a knowing look in his eyes. “Antonio Mardie was known for capturing fleeting moments—the softness of summer love, the quiet before a storm. It’s said this piece was inspired by a lost love, the woman he could never quite forget.”

I would go crazy without him too.

“It’s amazing,” I say softly. “Did he ever show it to her?”

“No.” The man’s voice is soft, eyes fixed on the sculpture as though lost in his own memories. “She died before it was finished… cancer.” He pauses, his voice faltering slightly before he clears his throat.

“I’m sorry,” I say quietly, unsure if I’m apologizing for his loss or simply for prying too much.

He nods, a faint, melancholic smile gracing his lips. “It’s all right. She’s here, in a way.” He taps the plaque lightly, the metal clinking softly under his touch. “I like to think she’d be proud.”

I smile back. “I’m sure she would be.”

As the man turns and drifts back into the crowd, I feel that familiar sensation of being watched. Scanning the room, my eyes catch on a figure with platinum hair, sitting at the bar and sipping his drink. Katsuki’s gaze is locked onto me, as if he’s been waiting the entire time.

“You’re staring,” I tease. Katsuki's eyes track my every movement, but he doesn’t respond immediately, just extends a glass of wine as I reach him.

“Couldn’t help it,” he replies, his voice low. “You were stealing the spotlight.”

I chuckle softly, accepting the wine, brushing my fingers against his. “I guess I just found something worth looking at.”

He raises an eyebrow, smirking as he leans back against the bar. "Me too.”

I take a sip of the wine, letting its warmth wash over me, and smile at him, feeling a little lighter.

The night flows like that, with a steady rhythm of quiet moments and his sharp, witty remarks keeping things light. Katsuki's hand rests on the small of my back, guiding us toward the entrance. We finally step outside, the colder winter weather enveloping us, and the next thing I know, they’re on us—paparazzi swarming from every direction. The blinding lights, the rapid clicking of cameras, and the overwhelming noise—it’s all too much. I blink, trying to make sense of it when suddenly, someone shoves past me. Hard.

My breath catches in my throat as I stumble forward, feet catching on the concrete. My heart stops in that split second—until a strong arm wraps around me, pulling me upright. It’s Katsuki who catches me mid-fall, his grip firm but careful, instantly shifting me behind him like the first time we met.

The second he pushes me behind his back, I feel his whole body tense. He’s furious—I can see it in the tightness of his jaw, the fire burning in his eyes. Katsuki’s glare cuts through the crowd, searing into the faces of the people around us. The once-shouting paparazzi shrink back, their aggressive pursuit turning hesitant under his gaze. My arms wrap around his waist, attempting to calm him, but it’s pointless.

His voice is low, a growl barely restrained. “Who the hell touched her?”

No one dares respond. The air around us feels heavy, almost crackling with his anger. He takes a step forward, towering over them.

“I said, who did it? Step forward, or I swear to god, I’ll give you something to report about.”

The crowd of photographers seems to freeze, like they’re deciding whether getting the next big story is worth Dynamight’s wrath. There’s a moment of eerie silence, then a few of them start backing away, realizing that whatever shot they were hoping for isn’t worth the risk.

He turns back to me, his crimson eyes searching my face with a sharp, almost frantic focus. His hands lift to rest on the sides of my face, and despite everything, his touch is gentle, almost delicate.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice rough but quieter now.

I nod, even though my heart’s still racing, the adrenaline pumping through my veins. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

“Good,” he mutters, his jaw still clenched, though his grip loosens slightly. "If anyone tries something like that again, I’ll handle it.” He glances back at the remaining paparazzi, eyes narrowing into slits. “I'll fucking kill you. Put that on the record.”

With that, he guides me forward, his arm firmly around my waist, shielding me from any more intrusions. As we walk away from the crowd, I glance up at him, noticing the way he stays on high alert, even as the commotion begins to die down.

“Thanks, katsuki,” I whisper, but he just grunts in response, his eyes still scanning for any threats. But in this moment, walking beside him, I don’t mind the danger. Because I know, without a doubt, that he’s got me.

Author's note: I was giggling and kicking my feet this entire chapter. We are so back baby.

[themultifandomgal]

Could you do an established relationship jay halstead x petite reader? She’s in the fbi, has a PhD, and is quite young. (She’s like 25-27) She’s shy and pretty innocent. Jay introduces her to the unit. When they meet her they don’t see how she’s an fbi agent. Then the fbi takes over a scene and she’s a total badass. Jay is proud and he’s like that’s my girl.

Jay Halstead- My Girl

I absolutely loved this idea! I had so much fun writing this one. I hope you enjoy!

No one knew about Jays girlfriend, in fact everyone thought he was single. So when Jay arrived at Molly’s with a petite woman on his arm, everyone was shocked to say the least, even more so when Will gave her a hug and the pair looked like they have known each other for a while. The noise of conversation and clinking of glasses filled the air as they made their way to a table in the corner. It was a Friday night, a rare occasion for Jay and his colleagues to be out all together.

As they sat down, Erin, his partner, was the first of Jays coworkers to greet the couple

“Im so happy you could come. Who is this lovely lady, Jay?" she asked, her tone laced with curiosity.

Jay smiled proudly and replied, "This is YN. My girlfriend. She works for the FBI." YN, who was naturally shy and reserved, gave a polite nod but said nothing. Erin's eyes widened in surprise, she looks over to Jay shock written all over her face

“Oh wow you’ve kept her quiet Jay” Jay just shrugs in response.

Through the evening the drinks flow, but YN continues to stay quiet, just observing the space around her

“So FBI huh? You seem too quiet and innocent for that line of work”

YN simply smiled and shrugged, used to this reaction from people who underestimated her based on her demeanor. She was well aware of her ability to blend in and appear unassuming, a skill that served her well in her line of work. She knew that her quiet nature was one of her greatest assets, allowing her observer others and gather crucial information for her cases. As the night went on YN and Jay finished up the evening and headed off back home.

YN sat in her car, staring at the building in front of her. It’s been 2 weeks since she met Jays coworkers and now she’s been asked to help the intelligence unit with a tough case. She steps out of the car and strode confidently towards the entrance, her gun hidden securely in its holster.

As she entered the building, she was greeted by the sight of her boyfriend Jay and his boss Voight, both standing in the lobby, waiting for her

“YN thank you so much for coming” Voight says holding out his hand. Immediately YN takes his hand in hers, shaking his hand

“No problem, happy to help”

“Please follow us” Voight takes YN to the bullpen where the rest of their coworkers are standing around a bulletin board

“You all remember YN” Jay says first

“She’s joining us on this case” voight tells everyone who greets the girl

“So what do you know so far?” YN says getting straight into the case

“We know that Doms father owned a huge farm down state. When she died Dom inherited 30 million” Antonio hands over the case file to YN who takes a look at all the information at hand “he took out 10 million 2 days before he went missing” YN looks up at the team

“Did anyone actually see him though?”

“Taking the money out?” Jay asks

“At all”

“What are you saying?” Erin frowns

“I dont think he’s missing. Did you get the autopsy report on the mum?”

“No, she died of natural causes” Antonio crosses his arms

“Are you positive on that? I want to see an autopsy report somethings just not adding up”

unwavering, her determination driving her to catch the criminal at any cost.

YN got what she needed, the autopsy report showed that Doms mum did not die of natural causes, in fact she was poisoned slowly over time. YNs theory of dom not being missing made him their first suspect.

As they neared the location where Dom was believed to be hiding, YN's instincts kicked in. With a nod to Jay, she signaled that it was time to make their move.

They burst into the building, guns drawn. YN's training kicked in

“On the floor, now!” YN shouts pointing her gun at Dom “keep your hands where we can see them”

In a matter of moments, Dom was apprehended. Jay and the rest of his team watch the girl they once thought of as quiet become this confident woman. Jay watches on, feeling a sense of pride and love. That’s his girl who he’s extremely proud of.

[angelsdvsts]

"  right  about  what  ?  "  brows  quirks  in  question  ,  amused  smirk  plasters  across  handsome  features  --  gaze  never  leaving  the  woman's  figure  .  she  was  absolutely  perfect  in  his  eyes  ,  down  from  the  pretty  face  to  the  tight  waist  .  "  that's  debatable  ,  sweetheart  --  i'm  right  about  majority  of  the  things  .  .  .  just  like  i  know  you'll  eventually  fall  for  my  charms  ,  "  he  flirts  ,  shamelessly  ,  tongue  darting  out  to  dampen  his  lips  .  "  not  saying  that  at  all  ,  but  you  should  know  i  deserve  the  vip  treatment  all  the  time  .  "  brow  shoots  up  at  her  words  ,  smirk  deepening  .  "  oh  ?  well  ,  lead  the  way  then  miss  soraya  .  "

“    oh    my    god    ,    shut    up    .    i’m    right    and    you    know    it    .    ”    this    time    it’s    more    light    ,    airy    ,    with    such    contrast    as    eyes    roll    through    devilment    .    is    swift    with    her    own    movement    through    ,    hands    light    grazing    towards    homme’s    chest    ,    nudge    backwards    with    a    grin    .    “    i’m    right    and    you    know    it    .    ”    soraya    has    no    qualms    in    voicing    own    opinion    ,    proven    with    the    back    and    forth    present    ,    all    while    she    matches    the    smirk    present    on    his    lips    .    “    ──    are    you    saying    i    don’t    usually    give    you    vip    treatment    ?    ”    knows    better    than    to    assume    ,    but    would    keep    up    the    banter    if    it    meant    being    placed    into    his    good    books    .    “    follow    me    ,    i’ve    got    the    perfect    booth    if    you’re    wanting    the    best    treatment    i    could    give    you    .    ”

[ingravinoveritas]

Hey, hope you have a wonderful 2023!

I really wish I was in Sidney, see Michael give the best performance, as always, this time, as Saliere, hope we get all content possible

Hello, Anon! Thank you so much, and I hope you have a wonderful 2023, too. (It seems hard to believe that this year is already over, though, and I can only hope 2023 is at least a little kinder to all of us...)

Like you, I also wish I had the opportunity to be in Sydney and to see Michael as Salieri in Amadeus. The reviews I’ve read so far have been nothing short of glowing, with particularly high praise going to Michael for his powerhouse performance. Here are a few pictures that I’ve seen pop up on Twitter from those in attendance:

Michael is so clearly in his element on stage, and he looks absolutely resplendent in that red cape. Everything about this production of Amadeus feels sumptuous, luxurious, so full of color and sound and energy. You can immediately see how different it is from Michael’s last two theatrical outings (Faith Healer and then Under Milk Wood) and that this demands a completely different energy from him. And so far, he has given all of that and then some.

So yes, I am hoping that at least one of the performances is filmed for those of us living Up Over instead of Down Under (and I have seen mentions online that this is noted on the SOH website as a possibility). What a treat and a pleasure it would be to see Michael taking on this role, especially knowing he played the titular role so many years ago. Fingers crossed that we will all have the chance to enjoy it...

[seudxnimx]

Continued from here - @the-raven-dhampir

His job came with many perks… some given, most taken. It was an habit he had early on and not being all that far in his career, it was not broken and was just part of his survival. He also saw it and being owed to him and sometimes, he just couldn’t help himself.

Raven wasn’t safe from Antonio’s thievery, it was a small rush in a way that wasn’t dangerous for him. If anything it was a calm excitement that rushed through him each and every time he stole something - and Raven had expensive and beautiful things. Antonio has stolen articles of clothing, trimmed and made them his own and wore them again. Sometimes even in front of Raven. Shameless, but Antonio didn’t exactly care and he hadn’t been caught yet either.

Until now, the threat doesn’t feel empty and it’s not the first time Antonio has had a knife drawn on him. It really wouldn’t be the first time he was stabbed - his siren blood healed him nicely though. Although, Raven seems to want to make it fatal. So, Antonio narrows his eyes, Raven is different, he’s been paying Antonio for months upon months now and he wasn’t a stranger as much as others were. Nude as when they laid down, he steps closer, pulling the elegant ring off his finger and holding it in his fist while his other hand grabs Ravens wrist and brings the knife to Antonio’s throat, a soft hum leaving his lips. His siren song is nothing strong being a hybrid, it’s enough to calm a mortal, a human, it’s enough to draw them in but to Raven… it’s just a sound.

“Over a ring… Hm?” Antonio tilts his head a bit just to press his own skin against the blade of Ravens knife, “Is it your wife’s?” Married, widowed, neither are new to him but it would be new information about this man, this creature, his hand with the ring opens and he offers it back to Raven. One rings wasn’t worth his life, not even close. His hand had dropped from Ravens wrists once the knife was against his throat, it had been at Antonio’s side until Raven has the ring back and it simply runs down the others chest. “Hungry?” Willing to put it easily behind them, offering more of himself if Raven would bite - literally or not, was up to him. It wouldn’t be the last time Antonio steals from him, but he would at least leave the ring alone in the future.