#she's my baby sister she's the most hurtful person I know I used to sing her to sleep I would sell her to satan for one corn chip

[defiantcatlady]

thinking about my sisters when we're apart

being around my sisters

[beiasluv]

— op81, cs55, cl16, ls2

a/n: spent so long on the graphic 💀

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— oscar piastri

Nervously sipping on his emotional support orange juice. Maybe too much nervous sipping.

“So, what’s your type?”

“My girlfriend?”

“Tell her she’s mine too.”

“WOw, will do.”

Cheeks turning red, munching on the fries like a little chipmunk he is.

“I mean– I have three sisters so…”

“That’s a green flag.”

“Thank you?” a piece of chicken in, a smile comes out. “That’s it?”

“Maybe if he’s…Australian, maybe.” you shrugged.

“Yeah.”

“And if he’s…wait. what sign are you?”

“Don’t know..I think it’s kinda nonsense.”

“That’s a red flag.”

“Sorry?” cheeky.

The orange juice was left unattended for a minute. Good sign. Chuckles were still evident.

“Let’s get serious here…” shifting in your seat.

“Yeah.”

“You drive for a living?”

“Yeah, I go around in circles ‘nd stuff,” juice pause. “I could drive you around Melbourne..if you’d want to–”

“And you’ll take me back by eight? Maybe offering your hand as well?”

“Yeah,” squinting face. “I could do that.”

“Lovely.”

— carlos sainz

Does that thing with his eyes, bending down to take the fries in…while keeping an intense eye contact.

“Smooth operator, you like that song?”

“Everyone favorite song no?”

“Hard choice.” pausing your fries mid air. “Spanish songs that I have no idea what they’re talking about could be up there.”

“Really? Tell me one.”

“The one from fast and furious.”

“A lot of them,” throwing his head back. “Can you sing it for me?”

“Asking for me to sing already. You’re in a hurry Carlos?” a sip of your Diet Coke. “Fast Five?”

“Eh..Danza Kuduro?”

“How could I know?” you shrugged. “What’s the song about anyways?”

“Something like…dancing…er…with tight ass.”

“Make sense.”

Looking confused as ever with that big, brown eyes. Mouth agape and shut every time few seconds, curling into a smile most of the time.

“So you’re still looking for job next year?”

“Huh?”

“Lewis Hamilton? Looking for job?”

“Eh..” leaned back in his seat. “Could be. Are you offering?”

“I’m a pretty busy girl..”

“Really? How busy?”

“So you’re up for it? That’s fast.”

“I’ll have to talk to my manager,” raising his eyebrow. “What is your requirement?”

“A Ferrari driver.”

“Sure.”

— charles leclerc

Trying to not laugh his ass off every five seconds or just completely blanks out. Chicken tasted good though.

“Charles, I have to ask you one thing.”

“Yeah?”

“How do you pronounce your last name?”

“I don’t..I don’t care, really.” Shrugging his shoulders. “Charles. Le. Clare.”

“Hm…maybe just use my last name instead, it’s easier.”

“I– yeah?”

“What?”

His chicken was pretty cleaned up the first few minutes. Plenty of confused chuckles.

“Do you think you are a committed person?”

“I…I…it’s a hard question no?” he put his hand together, in an Italian – sorry, Monegasque way. “I like to say I am.”

“I could tell.”

“Really? How?”

“Your contract with Ferrari.”

— logan sargeant

He was used to burger and fries but maybe he could just tolerate chicken and fries for your pretty company.

“What’s your ideal date?”

“Hm..definitely chicken shop dates.”

“Really? Where’s best chicken you ever had then?”

“This one.”

“That’s not an option.”

Subtle stares here and there, his cheeks might be hurting from all the grinning though.

“What’s your ideal type?” munching his ketchup-ed fries.

“So you don’t do researches.”

“I am now.”

“You know…starting to have a thing for Americans. You have any recommendations?”

“You could start by going fishing in the Keys with me,” stretched his arms.

“I’m not into fishy things.”

“Just boat rides?”

“I could do that.”

Coke break.

“Your thoughts on frat boys?”

“They’re fine,” he shrugged.

“And you’re not like a..secret member? Is it like a One Direction..thing?”

“Maybe better looking?” smirked. “I could see myself being one if I wasn’t racing.”

“Dreams do come true, Sargeant.”

“Ouch,” clutching his chest. “Ah– well– Maybe this other dream could come true as well?”

“You being better looking than One Direction?”

tell me who should be in chicken shop dateee 😩😩

– @namgification @jsjcue @c-losur3

Today’s a great day to take care of yourself!!

[ladychiy0]

Hi hi hi I'm just going to drop this quote of idv x sagau but mostly of it is Idv

WARRING : poor writing . The quote doesn't belong to me

Nightmare: You were hurt, what do you remember?

Naib: Just the door geta sirens

Nightmare: the match wasn't even close to an end, the hunter surrender themselves.

Naib: But I heard a siren?

Nightmare: That was Y/N.

Y/N: Sorry, I was nervous.

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Y/N: So... I think I'm in love with Jack.

aesop: Jack... as in The Ripper, as the hunter?

Y/N: Yeah. Thoughts?

aesop: And prayers.

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Y/N: the moon looks beautiful

Norton: yes but do you know what's more beautiful?

Y/N and Norton: *sigh* doughnuts

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Y/N: I'm kind of crushing on someone, but I'm worried about telling you who it is, because you're not going to like it.

Naib: Just rip the bandage off.

Y/N: It's the Photography.

aesop: Put the bandage back on.

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Leo: And what would you like to eat?

Yidhra (speaking to y/n and Yima telepathically):The souls of the innocents.

Y/N holding yima hand: 2 bagels

Yidhra: NO!

Y/n: 3 bagels.

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y/n: You need a hobby, Yidhra.

Yidhra: I have a hobby, Archer.

Y/n: How many times do I have to tell you that bullying Yami dose not counted?

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Robbie: hey y/n can you buy this for me?

Y/n: of course, dear

Martha: you can't buy him stuff!

Y/n: why? I'm his older sister figure, I can get him anything He wants.

Martha: we are playing monopoly for god's sake!

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Emma: Y/n help me !, I need you to hide me

Y/n: okay  *hides Emma*

Emliy: why's Emma hiding behind y/n's cap?

Eli: she ate Naib's doughnuts

Naib: alright who ate my doughnuts !? Norton  i know it was you!

Norton: wtf!! *Looks at emma behind y/n's cap*

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Luca: I think I'm coming down with something, I've been feeling really nauseous lately.

Emil: Maybe you're pregnant.

Luca:

Emil:

Luca: I don't know who's the bigger idiot right now, you for suggesting it or me because I just had a heart attack

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Ada: If I had a penny for every time you annoyed me today, I'd be able to buy a frappe.

Emil, staring intently: Uhm? I couldn't hear you over the sound of how pretty you are.

Y/n:

Y/n, looking over her arrows: You two do know that I'm here, right?

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Novelist: I have your daughter.

Y/n:

Y/n: I don't have a daughter.

Novelist: Then who's been singing baby sherk on a loop for 4 hours?

Y/N: Oh my god, you have memory.

Novelist, crying: Please come get her,I can't take it anymore

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Orpheus: I have one of your children.

Nightmare: Which one, I have many.

Orpheus: The loud, annoying, rowdy kid who never shuts up.

Nightmare: Which one, I have eight of those.

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Emil: *in a hospital bed with minor burns and a broken wrist*

Y/N: Every time I think I've seen the craziest, most moronic things a person could do, and you show up like ' hold my Capri Sun' and prove me wrong.

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*Leo venting about him and and his past wife*

Leo: I mean yeah man, relationships are tough sometimes. What about you and y/n?

Jack: me and my lady don't argue when she tells me to shut up I do.

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Hastur: hm y/n have you ever mad a deal with some god before you come into this game ?

Y/N about to snitch Joseph  wig : tf ?? no ?

Hastur Ann Yidhra , Patricia Fiona in a corner watching y/n getting Chased by Joseph: ' hmm are we even sure the our sense are right? ' . ' if its then why all of us sensing this "divine auro" around her she may be lying ' . ' highly double it she is a bad lier ' . ' meybe a god blessed her ? ' . ' hmm but blessing her with what ? ' ....

Eli already down with there shit: can all of you stop this nonsense ? How can you even be sure the a god blessed her ? she may as will be blessed by a Damon for all we know it's just powerful auro around her.

Fiona: maybe jack ..?

Jack who was listening from the beginning: my lady, I might have have a split personality but trust me, me nor Ripper did any contract with her. And if lady y/n had mad a contract with a divine being I will be the first one to know about it

Patricia: what do you even know ab-

Jack: why would lady fiona even suggestion me now ? If there is one thing the is releted to my old days it's her.

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Y/N: *dropping her bow and arrows*

Hunters: phew

y/n: *pulls out a dagger*

Hunters: Oh no

Y/n: *opens a box with it*

Hunters: Phew.

Y/n: *pulls a flare gun out of the box*

Hunters: Oh no.

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Y/N: nightmare this place sucks :( why are the best poeple I always meet is the worst places

Nightmare: this isn't my problem and it's not like you can go anywhere

Y/N: I wish I can go somewhere else

*A black hole Spawns right behind her back*

Y/N& nightmare: wtf-

*The black hole eats y/n*

Nightmare: ....

The Mastermind: *who was going to reveal himself to her* well... her wish come true...?

- AFTER WHILE WITH Y/N -

Tavyat people: PLEASE YOUR GRACE STOP RUNNING

Y/N who is scared and confuse on why people calling her grace : STOP I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS WANT ME AND IM NOT "YOUR GRACE"

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Y/N: ....I miss home I miss my friends I miss Luce and Emil careless I miss everyone on the Monro.... expect nightmare she can die for I care ..... Thank you for letting me vent you . You guys are the best

Aranara: we are happy we can help The world mother !

Y/N:.....I still don't understand why call me the but thx :)

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Y/N: *trying to sneak around in liyut sees arlecchino X eyes the is just like her but hers red* ' SHE MUCH BE LIKE ME !!!! FORM MANOR but.....why did I meet ? DID THEY KIDNAP HER TO ?! not with me around hare >:'('

-the in golden house -

arlecchino: *who was with Pantalone to fine her* ' why do I feel being watch now ...? ' *turning around only to be face to face with y/n*

Y/N: .....im going to save you amigo.....

Pantalone: *who was looking for arlecchino to report about a wired symbol of a circular pattern with multiple black tentacles coiling outward* arlecchino we may have a lead we need to find her grace before-

* see no one out behind him * arlecchino....? *Looks around and only to find her being shoulder cared by Y/N and jumping off* ..... Your grace ...?

-TBC

( Some ✨ memes ✨ )

[i-fondued]

Idk if you’re familiar with the HC that ghouls build nests, but imagine Swiss making a cozy little nest in the papal suite, or where she’s staying, for Sister while she’s pregnant because his little ghoul brain says “Pregnant mate, must PROTECT, and FEED, and KEEP WARM!” And he barely lets her out of the nest unless she needs to pee, and he like even brings her meals and snacks and stuff 🥺. Also him bringing little toys and baby clothes into the nest once the baby(s) born! He growls and hisses when anyone gets near the nest; he accepts Copia and Terzo being there (and Veritas if we’re going Copia x Terzo x Veritas x Swiss x Sis. Side note, we need to find a shorter ship name for that ASAP! I propose CTVSS, not only because it looks like you’re talking about CTVs and would confuse the outsiders, but is all of their initials lol. Feel free to suggest better ideas!), but only if they let him stay in the room to “supervise” (really he just doesn’t want to be left out of the action if it gets steamy 😏. I think he’s the jealous type!).

okayokayokay, i LOVE this headcannon so I'm adding on, under a read more because I took this and RAN with it. im so sorry for going off ahahaha

Like even if Sister was pregnant with Copia/Terzo's babies and not Swiss' kits, I feel like Swiss would be like OMG MY BONDED MASTER IS WITH CHILD SHE MUST DO NOTHING BUT NEST and she would be like yo Swiss chill the fuck out. She would appreciate it towards the end if she was pregnant with multiples, speaking from experience ahaha, mainly because if she drops something it is dead to her. She'd summon Swiss just to pick up a scroll she dropped in the library or a fork in the dining room. This would 100% extend to when Swiss feels her desire for any craving (my bff cried over a panera sandwich when she was pregnant; i ugly sobbed because i wanted my mom's homemade cooking but it was 2020 and COVID was at its height and we didn't know how it effected pregnant women yet so we had to stay away from each other to be safe) he would just appear with whatever in hand and poof off. Terzo would be like yo stop stealing my bonus points!!

Once the baby is born? Oh my lord the three men in her life would be like rabid with each other no matter who's baby it was. Like throwing elbows to hold this baby because it is the extension of the person they care for/love the most in the whole world. Sister would 100% find Terzo rocking and singing at their baby, Copia would always have the baby with him reading when they couldn't sleep, and Swiss would curl up with the baby in the crib knowing their purring soothed them to sleep.

Now do I think Swiss would be an absolute menace if it was his kits? The Clergy would contemplate just moving Swiss and Sister into their own home because if any other male (besides Copia, Terzo, and/or Veritas if were going that route) in the building looked at her for too long he would absolutely tear his mask off and go full feral ghoul. If we use the current era ghouls in this line of thought, Dew does this to rile him up till Aether swears he's going to kick his ass with his guitar. Swiss and Sister would be locked in their rooms till the bab(ies) are like 3 months and Swiss natural protective instinct settles back down and then they could introduce the babies properly to everyone.

Now if we're going with the CTVSS angle, this is how my brain pictures it. Copia, Terzo and Swiss are excited; Veritas is mildly terrified of children and therefor faints when she tells them that she's pregnant. Veritas is also very anxious through the whole pregnancy, to the point of being distant. Sister would have to coax him out of his mind a bit before he'd warm up to the idea of a child that he would call his own. Even after the baby is born and confirmed to be his and his alone, Veritas is skittish with them. They are so small and delicate, how could he care for them without breaking them? Without hurting them like those in his past? He is helpful in other ways that are easier for him; washing bottles, gathering all the extra baby laundry, making sure Mom and the other dads are fed and sleeping when they can. But actual day to day baby care? Not unless he is the only one and even then sometimes he calls for Swiss who comes only because he can sense the terror rolling off Veritas despite not being his bonded ghoul.

It isn't till the first night where Terzo, Copia and Swiss are on the road (no time off for the Ghost Project Dads when the babies isn't theirs per Imperator that stone cold bitch lol) that he really bonds with the baby. Sister is sleeping and the baby wakes up, he feels guilty and decides to check on the child himself. In the dimly lit bedroom, bassinet at the foot of the bed, he take his child and starts to cry when the baby snuggles into his chest with a quiet warbled cry. After that? Veritas cannot and will not share that baby with anyone else; in fact he turns into such a baby hog so much that Copia, Terzo, and Swiss jump her the minute they get home and demand they have another.

[calypsoff3]

Forty Five. Part 2

I am so proud of my girls, like words can’t describe my babies and where we are at, just watching them being photographed “how are you feeling?” Dennis asked me “proud, like this company Fenty was started off with me, this will eventually go to my kids, my daughters. They are the face of Fenty, it’s not me anymore. I want it to be them, at one point it would be me, they would forever tell me that I need to be taking pictures but no. I am happy, my daughters” I clapped my hands together, at first it was just going to be Tianna being the face of Fenty Skin, but I decided to make it a little more personal, to make it more about family, and that’s my girls “we need mommy” Jen said to me “not my old face now” I said rolling my eyes “you’re not old, oh shut up. Look at this bitch saying old, she hasn’t even aged” walking over to my daughters, I wanted to really enter a phase in Fenty Skin where it is generational, for generations you can use it, it’s not just something you can stop. Every phase I want to be the skin care, so what better than using my own daughters and showing them off, getting between Imani and Tianna “awww this is so precious, mother and daughter’s” I smiled lightly “my biggest gifts, my most precious gifts” looking at them “so just be natural, we don’t want it posed so yeah, do what y’all want. I’ll picture away” I sighed out smiling, Rylee looked over at me “have you heard that Raihan got pushed down the stairs” my mouth fell open “what!?” I spat “oh it was a soft landing, he was ok. Junior pushed him” why is it I didn’t know this “are you serious!?” I spat; I mean the fact he said act natural but not too natural because what the fuck “mom is going to blow a fuse” Tianna said, “a fuse!?” I spat, what the fuck is happening and why didn’t I know. That boy of mine is always there ready to hurt my youngest, he will never stop being the little brat. I hope Chris told him off because he does a lot to Raihan.

I don’t exactly want to be here, but I’m sat here, my plan for Fenty is my daughters so it’s about them and I’m going to make it about them “hi I’m Rylee, I’m Tianna and I’m Imani” I can’t stop smiling at them “and I’m Rihanna” I chuckled “I wanted to always ask this because it’s different, do you call yourself Fenty or Fenty-Brown?” Rachel asked my daughters “erm, it depends” Rylee looked at Tianna “I think at home it’s Fenty-Brown because my dad likes it that way, but I feel like we do say Fenty more” Tianna answered “I mean of course, your mom is Rihanna. The Rihanna, I mean it must be surreal moment at times for you, when I see her I am always star struck but you are her daughters, how is home life knowing who your mom is?” Rylee pulled a face “it’s not how people think it is, mom is mom at home. She don’t play and at home she is a mother and a wife, we don’t see her as Rihanna or what the world see her as, I can’t really say that. Me and my sisters see mom, and mom is not what the world sees” oh Tianna got the answers today “she is strict” Rylee added “what about you Imani?” Rachel asked her “when my mom is singing I get really happy, that is when I am like wow. My mom is Rihanna” I laughed “now why you had to bring up singing” I groaned out “but my daughters are the face of Fenty Skin and this so the new era, the phase. I am wanting the world to see these; my daughters are the new era. And I want people to know you can use Fenty Skin at different ages, I mean come on, I am getting old” I chuckled “oh no, you’re never getting old. So let’s start from you, Imani. What would say you would want to be when you’re older?” She asked her “dance and sing” smiling at her “and you Tianna?” Squinting my eyes at her “I am going to be real, I am just doing this life thing” I snorted laughing “and I respect that, you do you girl. I tell her that, I don’t expect anything from them” I said “and Rylee” Rylee looked at me “I want to be what I am doing now, take over Fenty and model, which I am now” I know Rylee would want that “you know what, I’m going to ask. Who would you say is your mother’ favourite child?” Rachel would ask that “Raihan” my kids said in unison, they didn’t even think which made me laugh out “see, I don’t have favourites” waving them off, they ain’t shit just shouting it out like that.

I had to ask Amerie about the whole pushing down the stairs and she said that Chris did scold Junior “not you sat here thinking about your son’s” Jah knows me “I am just thinking” Jah pointed behind me “wow imagine seeing you here years, well decades later” I gasped “Matt?” I laughed getting up from the chair “long time and look at you. Living out your dream” hugging him “oh wow, you have been hiding! You changed” I spat, moving back from the hug “a lot, but you wow. These are your daughters, she just looks like you, oh wow. You did it” I giggled “yeah, five kids down” I chuckled “no, you always wanted to be a mom and a wife, and you got that, I am happy for you. Wow” looking at Tianna and Rylee, they are just staring at this man staring at them with his arm around me “this is Matt, he is a” I dragged out “a friend, a good friend” I chuckled “oh right, first time meeting him” Rylee said “google him” Jah added “shut up, he is my ex. Well kind of, we used to date well I don’t know, we was something” Tianna let out an oh “wow, ok” Tianna said in shock “we are friends” Matt added “but you know what, it was so good seeing you. Seeing you in this space, you wanted this, you wanted to be a mother. And look at that” smiling at him “thank you, appreciate you” moving back from him “where have you been anyways? Quiet” I’ve not heard from him since “hiding, just I needed to move away from the spotlight. Your fault” waving him off “boy shut up” I chuckled “nice seeing you though” he hugged me again “same” moving away from him and sitting back down “mhmm so mom likes light skinned men” Jah snorted laughing “but she dated Rocky? He was average” I gasped “stop!” I spat “enough” I chuckled, they need to stop it “did you prefer dark skinned, or light skinned?” Rylee asked me “love, that is what I choose” Jah cringed “clearly, but anyways. The water here tastes nice” he is so annoying “are you friends with all your ex’s?” These girls “I suppose, shows I was a good person mhmmm but I don’t have bad feelings towards them, at all. Even if some have done me wrong, but I am not speaking about it anyways, it was nice to see Matt wasn’t it” I chuckled “so was that hug sister” Jah drank from the glass, he is annoying “anyways ignore Jah” I laughed to myself “I don’t want a new dad” Imani said “hey, who the hell said that” Rylee snorted laughing “I think he would squash dad too, he is big” I groaned out “stop! Ok. End it, Jah, shut up, kids stop. My god” they are unbelievable.

Rylee and Tianna both jumped onto my bed “mom” looking over at them “Tianna looked at all your ex boyfriends and we worked out you have had equal amount of light skinned and dark, we think you’re confused” frowning at them both “don’t do that, that is not good” I pointed “you really dated Drake?” I gasped “oh god no, they assumed we dated. He was so obsessed with me, he stalked me, he even tried to make your dad cheat, he became friends with your dad and then set him up. He wanted to date me so badly, but I refused, he stalked me. I used him for music, that is it but all the heads of the label wanted me to be with him” my daughters are intrigued “wow, who was your worst boyfriend?” I laughed “erm, Rakim but it’s because we was better off as friends, he got very insecure but look at us now, we are better as friends. Sometimes some people are better off as that, life I guess” Rylee pulled a face “I assumed Melo was, but I feel like we are good for each other” Tianna looked at Rylee “has he not asked for sex?” she asked her “we have all the time in the world for that, he hasn’t really” I am happy that Tianna and Rylee do get along “don’t bother, it’s not worth it" Tianna said which made me laugh “mom, are you and dad even together? It’s weird, I mean North parents divorced when they didn’t live together” I breathed out “erm, we are going through things, that is all I am saying to you both” I don’t want to talk about my love life to the girls, not too much anyways “dad seems so different mom, I don’t know what it is” Rylee said, he is different and I hate that they are noticing “kids, come on. Out, time for bed” let me cut that off.

Answering the call with my eyes half closed, the fact my phone keeps ringing s driving me crazy “what!?” I half shouted even though I have no idea who, it has to be family because this is my family phone “you think I am some dickhead mhmm” moving my phone back, I groaned out “Chris, just please call tomorrow. I am tired” I grumbled “what, so you got some nigga there!? You fucking out there hugging your ex, you let him touch you like that!? You are so full of shit” he is really doing this “he is taller then me and his arms wrapped around me, what did you want me to do? And he hugged me again, your point is?” moving onto my back “fuck you, you bitch. You’re an embarrassment! picture of you with my kids and some man!” he barked “my ex Chris, he was there and we hugged, get over yourself, I am not going to deal with your shit and shy away from a hug, so what. Please don’t call me hollering, I am sleeping” putting the phone down, I am not going to hang onto the phone, he is going to say some shit to me, and I don’t want to hear it, I don’t deserve that shit and I refuse, he doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like that I am not running after him, I am not depressed and all that shit but whatever, I am just going to put my phone on silent and go back to sleep, well try too. I am going to ignore him; I have to ignore him. He needs to have his little outburst and move on, it’s wrong that I have to hear him.

My phone is full of Chris and his messages, not the nicest things anyways but he left me some pretty mean messages “Hello” I answered, Amerie is calling me back now about my babies “why did you take time answering?” I asked “erm, Robyn they are going to Jamaica” my eyes widened “where?” I said “Jamaica, Chris didn’t give a choice and I can only ring you now because he has left me here at his house!” my face dropped “no! Amerie, the fuck you mean. Why is he doing that” he can’t do that “he did, he literally took the boys and went. He was really angry and he went but what can I say, he said to me he is their dad who the hell am I, he’s left everyone besides Taina and Herb” disconnecting the call, my babies. He is angry at me now, he is doing it to upset me. Calling Herb phone, now I am panicking “what’s up mom?” Herb said “I ain’t your fucking mom where are my kids?” I said to him “one minute, my mom on the phone. I am going there, less noise” he calls me mom one more time I will fucking beat his ass, I should have fucking known Chris was going to be unhinged when he said if I didn’t answer then I will eventually, well he has my attention now “they are ok, Chris is pissed off, well you pissed him off and he wanted to go last night, the moment you pissed him off. I held him off until now, but we going Jamaica, he is going there without Amerie because she is your spy” I groaned out “my babies, how are they?” I am panicking “they are ok, honestly they are. They are watching Space Jam, they are ok. I mean Chris is pissed but he hasn’t really took it out on them but he is being spiteful to you, what was that hug about” I am not happy “right, so Jamaica!? Well I will be going there myself, how can he do that to me” disconnecting the call “dick!” I half shouted, “excuse me?” Jah said, “he took the kids, he fucking took them!” of course he did that to spite me.

[enchantinglyjade]

Milk & Honey - Ch. 12

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

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Summary: Pearl finds a new hobby and Honey isn’t having it

Warning: Racial issues, swearing

Note: Sorry it took so long, I had to deadass write 5 chapters ahead just to make sure the plot worked, so look forward to that I guess.

Song: Smile by Nat King Cole

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“Vickie, my life has been absolute hell this week.”

“Girl, what happened?”

Dad and I got on better speaking terms these past few days, went for walks in private parks a few times. He’d bring me gifts, anything he could think to do to win over my affection. Things are still weird between us, we never talk about anything personal, but I guess I appreciate his efforts. I finally got over myself and realized I can’t be mad at him for not coming to see me when he didn’t even know I existed. Though, I’m not too fond of the idea of him with another woman or his spoiled brat of a daughter.

Luckily, they spend most of their nights in a motel. Unluckily, they spend their days at our house.

While Dad and I have been getting to know each other, Pearl has developed a sudden fascination in my boyfriend. Living in a new town with new people and a new family left Pearl with an uneasy head and an unquenchable boredom, and instead on taking up a hobby, or looking for a job, or getting her OWN man like a normal person would do, she decided to dedicate her time to making my new happiness an issue.

Apparently, while I was busy leaning what having a father was like, she’d sneak behind my back to go see Elvis. I didn’t even know about it until Elvis brought it up to me about three days ago.

‘I brought George and Billy down to the drive in and met this girl there. Her name’s Pearl, just moved here. Bumped into her a few times this week actually. Said she’s lookin’ to get into music, wanted my advice. George and Billy seem real fond of her too, nice girl.’ He told me.

I can’t believe her. ‘Looking to get into music’. I heard her getting ready in the bathroom in the mornings, she can’t sing for shit!

“A whole lotta bullshit.” I answer Vickie.

On the other side of the bar sits my man,

And Pearl draped over his table.

“Hey.” Vickie calls over the music, nodding over in his direction. “Who’s the white girl?”

“The bullshit.”

She tells him a joke, he laughs.

Being the obnoxious gentleman he is, Elvis is too nice to push her away, that’s what I tell myself at least. Of course, I have no reason to feel in competition with her, I know he loves me, but she has no business being anywhere near this side of my life. How did she even find Club Handy in the first place? She sticks out like a sore thumb over here. Hell, even Elvis blends in better than her and he’s almost always dressed in bright pink. How’d she even get let in here? It took me weeks!

She doesn’t even listen to Rock & Roll!

“You know, I may have heard Sunbeam talkin’ about an opening at the end of the week, if someone was lookin’ for a spot…” Vickie offers, pretending to speak to no one in particular.

I shake my head, wiping a glass down. “Ah, I couldn’t. Got so much on my mind, I ain’t even been practicing.”

“Exactly why you should do it. Singing’ll help you focus on what really matters to you. You can’t just give up now after getting on WDIA. People ‘round here have been askin’ bout you, and there’s only so much time before they forget. Use it while you can.”

“They have?” I ask shyly.

She smiles as an answer.

I mirror here, looking down in thought. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt.

She claps. “Oh! I’ll go tell him now!” Then, she runs out of the club, pushing past customers.

I laugh, apologizing to the people, before catching Elvis and Pearl in the corner of my eye.

The two of them are making their way over to me. “Hey, baby.” Elvis greets, kissing me on the cheek. “How’s everything over here?”

I clear my throat. “Oh, the usual. At least it’s almost over. Who’s the friend?”

He’s still oblivious to the fact that she’s my new half-sister, though, from the looks of it, she has no intentions of telling him either, or anyone really.

“This is Pearl. The one I was talkin’ about. She asked if I’d show her ‘round Beale.”

Of course she did.

“Are you going to…?” I ask hesitantly.

He excuses himself from her, pulling me over to the side a few feet away. “Baby, it ain’t nothin’ to worry about. I just feel bad is all. I ‘member what it was like bein’ the new kid in town and I wish I woulda had someone nice to show me the ropes, that’s all. But I won’t do it ‘less you say it’s alright.”

I’d prefer these two aspects of my life to be far away from each other, but do I risk saying no and looking jealous?

I scrunch my shoulders uncomfortably. “It is a bit strange, but I trust you.”

“You know I’d never do nothin’ to hurt you, Bumble.” He kisses me, before turning back to Pearl, who smiles a wicked smile.

“Wait!” Elvis suddenly exclaims, snapping his fingers and turning back to me once more. “Why don’t you come with us? Shot, you know parts of Beale better than I do. We can show her together.”

When I tell you I robbed her of that smile.

“That sounds wonderful.” She says through gritted teeth.

“Alright, I gotta run upstairs and tell King som’ real quick, but I’ll be right down. You’re gonna love it, Pearl. Beale’s full of a whole ton of musical history.”

“Yay!” She exclaims with fake enthusiasm, instantly dropping her smile the second he turns his back to her.

I clear my throat as he exits the room, getting closer to her. “Hey, uh, Pearl. What the hell are you doing?” I guess both of us are dropping our sweet side now that no one is watching.

She gasps, holding her face in shock. “Oh no, Honey. I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I didn’t realize. Is he your boyfriend?”

I cross my arms with a sneer. “Yes, he is, and I’d appreciate if you stopped tryna get so friendly with him, cause it ain’t gonna work.”

She puts on an exaggerated pout. “Aww. Go cry to Daddy about it. That’s what happens when you go after the biggest star in the country.”

“Why are you here?” I snap at her.

My attitude slips right off of her, having no real effect whatsoever. “Your Mama told me you left your wallet at home and that I should swing by ‘the diner’ to drop it off to you, but it seems-” She takes a look around. “-you don’t work at a diner, do you? She heard the news?” Once her last words come out, she slips me the wallet, handing it over like a dirty rag.

I snatch it from her, tucking it away in my apron. Maybe she’s better at this than I thought.

Honestly, it’s embarrassin’ that you think I’m the only one that’s gotten friendly with Elvis. You shoulda seen the other girls at the drive in, you’d think me conservative.” She says, checking her nails.

Alright, that’s enough. I get eye level with her, threatening her with my gaze. “What game are you playin’ at?”

She straightens herself out, dropping her preppiness. “My problem is that you took my daddy. So, I’m takin’ your man too.”

I scoff, genuinely laughing at the idea that she thinks she can make Elvis fall in love with her. “And how the hell will you manage that?”

“Aw, Honey. It’ll be so easy.” She fixes her hair, just as Elvis walks in.

I may have faith in Elvis and his loyalty, but something in her voice and her cocky attitude makes a knot twist in my stomach, like I indeed do have something to be scared about.

“Y’all ready to go?”

Both of us sit in his Cadillac, unenthused as we drive down the street. Maybe it’s just her, but Beale seems like a longer drive than usual. Luckily, the streets have died down by now, so there’s no one out to see us together. Still, I want this to be over as quickly as possible. On our way out, I had to ask Vickie to cover for me, I sure as hell wasn’t about to finish my shift knowing this rat is out riding around town with my man.

I cross my arms, head fuming with annoyance as Elvis goes on and on about stories and landmarks.

“And this lil’ buildin’ right here is a place Honey and I once went to-”

Poor thing ain’t gotta clue. Normally I love going driving with him and talking about the past, but right now, I just need him to shut up and get this bitch out of his car!

“He shouldn’t even be with someone like you.” The devil herself says, leaning over the seat to whisper in my ear.

“I think you should mind your damn business.” I could get put down like a dog for speaking to a white woman like this, but ain’t nobody else standing up to put her in her place.

“-Then we saw ‘ol B.B. do this one thing with a-” Elvis continues.

“Bet you’re the reason he’s been gettin’ into so much trouble recently. He needs him a nice, sweet, southern belle to help shake all that colored business outta him.”

My lip curls in disgust. I can’t believe Elvis fell for this. “You’re right. Know where we can find him one?”

She sneers at my remark, sitting back in her seat. She crosses her arms, upset that I’m not letting her words get to me.

“-just like the neighbors back in Mississippi. You ‘member that, baby?” Elvis turns to me with a big smile, waiting for my answer.

“Course, I loved David and Kathy.” I chime in happily.

His smile widens even more, before he turns around to the backseat. “Where’d you grow up, Pearl?”

She huffs. “Alabama. Grew up on my daddy’s plantation, until one day we found out he was hidin’ another whole family behind our backs.”

I roll my eyes, feeling her glare on the back of my neck. What a sob story.

“Well, damn. I’m sorry to hear that, Pearl.”

“I think Vickie’s getting me a time to perform on Friday.” I bud in.

Elvis pivots back to me with surprised eyes. I know what I just did is rude, but I’m in no mood to give this spoiled princess an ounce of my empathy.

“That’s great, Bumble. I’m proud o’ ya.” He takes my hand, giving it a light squeeze. “I, uh, suppose I should bring you back now, Pearl. Where do you live?”

Our eyes widen. Is she gonna say it?

“Just drop me off at the end of the block. I can walk from here.” She quickly states.

Elvis puts his hands up. “Absolutely not. I insist.”

Baby, please stop being so nice and let the rodent out before it infects the whole car.

“S’just around the corner. Can’t have Daddy seein’ me, you know.”

He stops the car at the end of the block just like she said. “Alright, if you say so. You have a nice night.” He waves her off.

“Bye now!” She smiles, waving back… at Elvis.

I glare her down as Elvis drives away. Good, let her walk.

Elvis stares down the street in thought. “She’s a nice girl. Good seein’ other folk like me be so comfortable and respectful around colored people. Need more people like that.”

I roll my eyes. “Yeah…” This is ridiculous, fighting another woman for my own goddamn man. Is this how Elvis felt about Michael? This sucks.

He keeps one hand on the wheel while the other reaches out for my hand again. “Glad it’s just you and me now. Wanted to bring you out on another date, if you got the time.”

I bite my lip, holding back a cheesy grin as all my previous thoughts of Pearl fly out the window. “I always have time for you.”

For the past three days, any time Elvis and I have gone out in public together we’ve run the risk of running into fans and reporters who always managed to be nearby spying. Now with Pearl in the mix, my stress levels have been incredibly high.

So, we go to a place neither would dare to follow us: Colored Night at the Memphis Fairgrounds.

Of course, we’re still seen together, he has a few run-ins with fans.

“Oh no, no performin’ for me. Just here to have a lil’ fun tonight, that’s all.”

But even if one of them wanted to run off and tell everybody, they know not a single newspaper will listen to a thing they say. So, it remains a secret, for now.

“Bought you a sno cone, Bumble.”

The colored women are shocked, and, dare I say hopeful when they see us together. Naturally, there are a few jealous ones, but even they have this certain look in their eyes, like the same optimism for the future I get when I see Elvis. We give them hope.

He eyes me slurping down the ice treat while we hide behind one of the stands from a passing cop.

“Let me get a taste of that.”

“No!”

Maybe one day we’ll inspire change in the world, help make it a better place. I don’t want to be in hiding anymore. I want to grow old with him, get a house together, maybe even have kids.

Who am I kidding, I’d love to have kids with him. We’d raise little superstars together. I’d be his wife, he’d be my husband, but maybe my head is in clouds that are way too high.

“I never did well with heights.” I hesitate out, gripping tightly onto the metal bar.

He puts his arms around me. “Don’t worry. I gotchu.”

I cuddle into his arm, trying my best not to look down from the top of the ferris wheel.

“I’m gonna take you flyin’ one day.” He says matter of factly.

“Like hell you will. I ain’t gettin’ on no plane.” I exclaim.

He laughs, bringing me to sit in his lap, rubbing up and down my thigh with his hand that’s not holding me.

Dreams seem so far away from where we are now. I know it takes baby steps, but looking looking up to a future where we can be together, well, I understand why very little have attempted the journey. I’m shocked Mama did it all them years ago. I’m scared now, I can’t imagine the 30’s. Wonder what my dad thinks about everything; if he really loved her, if he ever thought about having kids with her.

Elvis watches me patiently as I zone out in thought. “What’s on your mind, Bumble?”

I look into space, running my fingers along the side of his neck while I think about everything that’s been happening. “Don’t say anything ‘bout my dad to anyone. I don’t know if he wants people knowin’ I’m his.” I whisper insecurely.

He hugs me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. “I ain’t gonna tell nobody nothing, cause you ain’t his, you’re mine.”

It amazes me that Pearl actually thinks she has a chance with him. All of the history and hardships we’ve been through, nothing can take that from us.

Later that night, I find myself back in my prison of a home. My once happy and lovey-dovey mood now replaced with a sickening attitude, seeing Pearl sitting at the table, no sign of Ma or Dad around.

Still on a high from Elvis’ words tonight, I poke some fun at her. “Look who made it home. News said it was gonna be chilly tonight, did you ‘member a jacket?” I say, hanging my own coat on the rack near the door.

“Shut up.” She snaps, popping a grape into her mouth.

I walk past her and into the kitchen, scanning through the fridge for a drink. “You know, walking alone can be real dangerous this time o’ night, ‘specially with all that rising crime. Wouldn’t want any of that ‘colored business’ gettin’ ya.” I hiss at her, taking a sip of cola.

“Watch the way you’re talkin’ to me, ‘Bumble’.” She spits out my nickname, continuing to eat her grapes and not bothering to look at me any longer.

I roll my eyes. I almost ask her where Ma and Dad are, but I want nothing more to do with her. I’ll figure it out myself.

Just then, I hear a faint sound of Nat King Cole playing from somewhere.

What the hell? Are the neighbors playing that?

Smile though your heart is aching

Smile even though it’s breaking

I follow the sound of the music until I get to our back door. Peeking out the small window, I find the answer to my question.

Out in the backyard, I see my parents.

Dancing.

Ma looks hesitant, but she can’t help but smile.

I open the window ever so gently, attempting to listen in on them.

When there are clouds in the sky

You’ll get by

If you smile through your fear and sorrow

“Charles, I ain’t danced in years. I ain’t as smooth as I used to be.”

“Loretta, you’re smoother than a Nestles bar.”

Okay, gross, but kinda cute, I guess.

Smile and maybe tomorrow

You’ll see the sun come shining through for you

I see Elvis and I just then; dancing and swaying together though the world is against us, but too lost in each other to care. We may have given others hope at the fair tonight, but seeing Ma and Dad just now, I can’t help but feel fear creep its way into my heart. If only life could be so simple..

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[starlitangels]

You’ll Do Fine

So... I mentioned in my Small Gifts, Small Family one-shot that Ash went to Babe’s unempowered family’s for Christmas dinner... because I started writing this one first, and then changed directions and posted the Lasko-Freelancer-Gavin one on Christmas Day instead because I actually finished it first. Needed more time to write this one. Here’s Ash going with Babe to Babe’s unempowered family’s Christmas dinner! I know it’s way late. I don’t care 1.4k words. kinda short

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“You’re nervous,” I stated.

Asher looked up. “What makes you say that?” he asked.

“I got you that fidget cube for last year’s solstice and you’ve barely touched it until today. But now you haven’t put it down for longer than a few seconds for the last six hours,” I said, flicking the turn signal on and changing lanes. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Nothing.”

“Asher,” I warned. He knew I never called him his full first name unless I was serious about something.

“Okay, fiiiiine. I’m nervous. We did this last year and I made a complete idiot out of myself in front of your parents within the first hour and your brother didn’t stop laughing for, like, five whole minutes and I just... I don’t want to immediately put my foot in my mouth again, babe.”

“Well... maybe think before you speak?” I suggested.

Asher barked a laugh. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him giving me a sarcastically raised eyebrow. “Babe. When have I ever done that?”

“Fair point.” I chuckled, braking as we got off the freeway and onto the exit ramp. “But, come on. My family liked you. My sister didn’t shut up about how cute you are to me for like, two months. Every time she texted me.”

“Yeah, but... your dad! He glared at me the whole night.”

“He did not,” I replied. “He was just giving you the look of, ‘If you break my child’s heart, I’ll break your face.’ And, let’s be real here, in a fight between you and my dad, you’d win.”

“Your dad is the same height as David. I absolutely would lose.”

“No you wouldn’t!”

“Baaabe! I can’t shift in front of your unempowered family without breaking covert and I don’t want to hurt your dad anyway. I’d lose!”

I laughed. “Okay, okay. It doesn’t matter anyway. He wouldn’t actually hurt you.”

Ash sighed. “I’m sorry I’m nervous, babe.”

“Don’t be. I felt the same before the solstice parties. Both times.” I peeked at him out of the corner of my eye. “Your pack is like your extended family and there are so many of them—and they are all physically capable of ripping my throat out. Do you know how terrifying that is to someone without powers?”

“They all love you!” Ash protested.

“They do now. But before I knew them... before my first pack meeting and the solstice party... I was so damn scared.”

“Sorry, babe.”

“It’s all good now, Ash. But that’s why you have no reason to be nervous. My family likes you. It’s just Christmas dinner. We eat great food, open a few presents, give a few presents, sing a few carols, and go home.”

“Great. Christmas karaoke. Love it.”

“Ash! You’re a great singer!”

“Not in front of your family!”

I rolled my eyes while we were at a red light. “You’re being so dramatic.”

“That’s me. Mr. Dramatic,” Ash said sarcastically.

I shot him a look. “Baby. You’re the most emotionally intelligent person I’ve probably ever met—”

“Wait till you meet a demon,” Ash interrupted.

“We don’t have the drive time to unpack what that’s supposed to mean, but to finish my point, you’re emotionally intelligent—and you’re smart. I know you’re impulsive and sometimes your verbal filter needs work around people who don’t know you so well, but there’s no reason to be nervous. You’re so sweet, Ash. My family likes you. I mean, hell, my mom asked about a month ago when I’m going to marry you. I brushed it off—but the point stands. They like you. There’s no reason to be nervous.”

Ash kept fiddling with the fidget cube. “Thanks, babe,” he said softly. “And, to put it simply, demons are part of the magical world. They’re from the plane where the rest of us empowered folks draw our magic from. They’re more powerful than any of us—but they feed on human emotions like we eat pizza and wings. And because of that, they’re all empaths. Which is like a telepath—except instead of reading your thoughts they can read your feelings. But each demon feeds on a certain type of emotion.”

“Like anger or sadness or joy or...?”

“Something like that. They’re not... common to run into, but empowered people usually meet at least one at some point in their life. Unempowered people might too, but they’d never know it unless they were informed.”

“Huh,” I said.

“Yeah. So... they’re probably more emotionally intelligent than most humans. Even me.”

“I guess I’ll take your word for that. But, still. You’re gonna do fiiine, babe. I promise.”

“If you say so.”

“One thing, before we get there, though,” I added.

“Shoot.”

“Perfect. I was about to say no swearing in front of my sister.”

Asher laughed.

—

“Mom! Dad! We’re here!” I called as I shut the front door behind us. Asher shook out his hair, sending water droplets flinging around. I laughed and put up my hands to block myself from getting wet. “Ash!”

He laughed and slung his arms around me from the side. “Gotcha, babe,” he teased.

My mom appeared in the front room. “There you are! Come here.” I broke out of Asher’s hold and gave my mom a hug. “Good to see you, honey,” she said.

“You too, Mom,” I replied.

“Come back to the kitchen. Dinner’s ready. We were just about to dish up.”

“Sounds great.” I held out a hand for Asher. He rushed over to it and wrapped his callused hand around mine. Mom smiled at our enclosed hands, then at Ash.

“How are you, Asher?” she asked pleasantly.

“Wait, is Ash here?” my sister’s voice said from the kitchen. Sounding excited.

I glanced back at him with an I told you so expression on my face. Asher chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand awkwardly.

Mom leaned between me and Asher. “Honey, I think your sister has a crush on your boyfriend,” she said.

I laughed and Asher smiled wide.

We rounded the corner to see my dad, brother, and sister milling about the kitchen.

Completely ignoring me, my thirteen-year-old sister rushed over and gave Asher a hug. I laughed and let go of his hand to go pick up a pair of plates. Christmas dinner with my family had gotten less and less formal since my brother and I had both moved out. Which was fine with me. This year it was take-home-bake pizza Mom had probably bought yesterday.

Everyone dished up and we moved to the dining room.

—

Caelum kept to himself in the corner of the dining room, a small smile on his face. Asher had so many knots before today, worrying about this dinner. Those knots were still there, but they were loosening a little. Which was good. There were good feelings all around the room. Caelum guessed that Asher’s partner’s joy was almost palpable to the unempowered humans of their family.

Caelum had been learning how to keep himself to himself when it came to caring for the charges that couldn’t see him. He couldn’t join in with Asher’s infectious laugh, but he could smile.

Asher had such a good laugh. He joked so easily and he was making his partner’s family feel so many good things. It was hard for Caelum not to laugh along, even if he was getting better at being quiet around the charges who couldn’t see him. The good feelings in the room were o—over... overflo... there were so many good feelings that it was easy for Caelum to feed off of them without anyone even noticing the amount going down a little.

—

“—do you call the photos on a turtle’s phone?” Ash asked my sister.

“What?” she replied with a big smile.

“Shell-fies!”

My sister cracked up, snorting her lemonade out of her nose. Which made my brother absolutely lose it, pounding his fist on the table as he coughed on pizza.

I reached under the table and squeezed Asher’s knee. “See?” I whispered. “You’re doing great. They love you.” I met his eyes. “I love you.”

He smiled at me. “I love you too, babe.” He leaned over and pecked a quick kiss on my cheek while my family laughed. I’d seen Asher in the lowest of his lows, but he really shone like the sun when he was goofing off and making people laugh. And I loved seeing him have a good time.

[folklord]

the only real thing you've ever own

pairing: frankie morales x f! reader

this fic is the seventh from my 'red (folklord's version)' project, which contains multiple pedro pascal characters fanfictions based on songs from RED, by taylor swift. this one is inspired by 'all too well' (plus champagne problems, and tis the damn season, if you are swiftie enough to notice)

my masterlist | words: +3000

warnings: implicit smut, angst !!!! and scarf robbery.

this was the most difficult thing I ever did, but i'm very proud of it! hope you all enjoy as much as I did :)

An Upstate Escape

In November 1999, autumn seemed brighter than ever.

"Tonight the music seems so loud!" Frankie yells as he grips the steering wheel.

"I wish we could lose this crowd!" You follow him. You guys are screaming so loud you could hear it outside the car.

You are distracted by the orange and brown leaves that fall into your lap, along with the wind that ruffles your hair. You look at Frankie's disposition, so sweet, so peaceful.

"Baby, it's better this way, we hurt each other with the things we want to say!" Frankie continues, shifting gears.

"We could have been so goood together! We could- Frankie is red!" You yell at him, and then he hits the breaks.

You look at each other scared, and then you start laughing. You lower the music volume.

"I think we'd better not do this anymore, or you'll lose your driver's license."

“But it wasn't George Michael's fault.” He leans over, kissing you on the cheek. "I was looking at you, singing all out of tune. Do you know how many accidents you can cause by being that beautiful?"

"Shut up!" You laugh and pat him on the shoulder.

Suddenly Frankie started driving again and you remembered why you were there. You were in his hometown to meet the Morales family. You were sweating with the fear that they would not like you.

"I know there’s a certain reputation about Latina mothers" He takes your hand. "But don't worry, they're all sweets if you don't break their kids' hearts"

"Then she'll love me!" You laugh and clasp your hand in his.

Another ten minutes later and you had arrived at his sister's house.

When you walked through the door, the air was cold, but the house was very cozy. His sister asked you to take off your coats and shoes. Frankie helped you and hung up your scarf.

You had dinner and some wine. His mother was the kindest person in the world. Hours later, you were all very intimate, looking at Frankie's childhood albums.

She showed you a picture of him as a kid, from when he was on the tee-ball team

"It was the thing he loved most in this country" His mother commented. "I was happy when he found this, it felt more at home."

You ran your fingers over the boy in the green suit with the round glasses. When you looked at him, you noticed that he was wearing a hat similar to the one in the photo.

"Frankie, is it the same hat? Did your head grow into its shape?"

Everyone laughed, and Frankie's cheeks turned red.

Are You Real?

A few more sips of wine, and you knew about his entire childhood, all the way to his pre-teen years. It was beautiful to see him looser, this side of him so family that you loved. You put your arm around his shoulder, covered by the plaid shirt, and yawned.

It was time to leave, but since Frankie had been drinking, his sister made a bed in a small room under the stairs. It was small, but it was enough for you both. Frankie even hit his head on the ceiling, and you guys laughed until your stomach hurt.

You lay in bed, side by side, watching the hanging golden lights. You ran your hand over his chest, feeling his heart.

"Thank you for letting me know this part of you." You were sincere. He smiled.

"For you to laugh at my hat?" He laughs and when he realizes he's still using it, he covers his eyes with the flap.

"Exactly!"

"I'm kidding." He kisses your forehead. "If you're going to be my future then, you have to know about my past."

"Wow, Frankie! How long have you been thinking about that sentence?" You stare at him, eyebrows arched in surprise and irony.

"Since I saw you and knew you were going to meet my mom. And she was going to show you all these horrible pictures."

"Not horrible!" You pat him on the shoulder. "You were a chubby kid with round glasses, fancy enough to sleep in a twin-size bed!"

"True. You know what I used to do?"

"What?"

"I used to dance around the kitchen in the refrigerator light."

"Why?" You question him, curious.

"Because the night was my only time alone. And my mom would wake up when I turned on the light, so I just opened the fridge."

"And the music?"

"Very low."

You lay down on his chest, feeling his breathing. He keeps a hand into your waist, touching it gently.

"Frankie?"

"Uh?"

"Let's do this?"

A second later, you were in the kitchen. Everyone was asleep, so you took off your shoes so you didn't make any noise. He held your hand and guided you through the pitch that was in the house. When you arrived in the kitchen, Frankie gently opened the fridge door. The light formed a rectangle over the floor, the balcony, and the wall.

Another rectangular thing was his sister's stereo. You were impressed. For the 90s, it was the latest technology. Frankie pressed start and turned the button slowly so the music was as low as possible.

It was Careless Whisper again.

When the saxophone started, Frankie pointed with two fingers at you and started rocking his hips. You covered your mouth so you wouldn't laugh too loud. In a second, he had his hands around your waist and made you follow the same pace.

When George sang "I take your hand", so did he. He swung his arm over your head, then hugged you.

He held you in front of him, his head in the crook of your neck, so drunk into your perfume. Your right hand was intertwined with his, and the other held the small curls forming on the back of his neck. He guided you from one side to the other.

It was one of those moments when you realize that you would never be that happy again. To be with Frankie felt like… the climax of human life. Especially to be loved and to love in that powerful way.

"So I'm never gonna dance again, the way I danced with you...." Frankie sang in your ear as you laughed. You couldn't stop smiling.

When the song ended and you guys stayed glued, you felt a real heat come over your body. It was a different heat, a completely new sensation. You turn to face him, and Frankie rests his hands on your hips.

You rest both hands on his plaid shirt and feel his heart through the fabric. His brown eyes sparkled and reflected the orange light from the fridge. You felt sure.

That was it. The certainty that was missing - until this time.

"Frankie..."

"Uh?"

"I want… if you want to, of course…"

He arches an eyebrow, not really understanding you. "What, love?"

"You can make me your own... tonight." You swallow it dry. "Physically."

He widens his eyes but doesn't say anything, just brings his hand to the back of your head and pulls you in for a softer kiss.

That was the most intense night of your life. You and he had many after, but this is the one that gave meaning to all the others. It was an impossible decision to go back, and it was proof that you would remember Frankie for all your life.

(...)

The First Cracks In The Glass

You held his hand as you walked along the road full of autumn leaves. You held some bags with some stuff for Christmas, your favorite holiday. You were about ten minutes ago talking about the kind of cookies you were going to make, but Frankie wasn’t actually listening.

"Frankie, are you listening to me?" You asked.

"Oh... yes, yes I am." He replied. You looked at him angrily and stopped walking.

"What's it?" You say, and he arranges his cap in a way that worries you. He was stressed.

Frankie swallows hard. "I need to tell you something."

"Yes?"

"I was admitted. To the Air Force Academy."

You look at him in astonishment. Frankie faces his feet.

"This is amazing!" You try to say, but all you feel is a pain in your heart. He notices. "It was always your dream!"

"Yes..." He continued with his eyes down.

"Frankie, what's the problem?"

"It's across the country."

You let go of his hand slowly. That moment felt like the final verse of a song when everyone who listens understands how significant it all was.

You stare at him. The brown eyes, so bright, now glistening with his tears. You see his pouty lips, and the lump on your throat just gets bigger.

"We can do this! Baby we can" He tells you proudly, but you hear a cracking voice.

"Frankie, you don't understand, we'd have to depend on the phone, and the time zone, and everything else, I-"

"We can. If we want, we can." He takes both of his hands and brings them to his chest. "I…I love you and I don't want to have to decide between my dream and you…"

"Are you really sure you want this?" You question him, letting go of your hands. "That sounds like your dad's doing."

"I made the decision. I want to be a pilot, you know very well." He raises his voice when you bring up one of your insecurities.

"Frankie..."

"What? You're mad at me and now you're going to pretend you don't know my dreams, my ways? Are you invalidating everything I've ever told you to convince me of something?"

"It's not about that!" You scream. "Don't put words in my mouth! You know damn well what this is going to mean, and that's what I'm scared of!"

"So what do you want me to do?" He folds his arms and arches an eyebrow.

"I think…we need to think this through." You are honest, and you try to take his hand but he pulls away.

"Alright."

(...)

The Breaking Point

In his sister's house, the corridors are emptying. They will soon be filled with Christmas ornaments. You hold Frankie's hand, but nothing feels the same.

He was going to make a decision that night, in the same kitchen you danced. His pocket was heavy, and his heart burned with despair.

"Hey..." You arrive in the kitchen. He is sitting at the counter drinking champagne. The trembling hand almost dropped the bottle.

You fit between his legs and look him in the eye. "I thought about that..."

"Me too." He pushes you away and jumps off the counter, straightening his hat. "Let me speak first."

"Alright." You think it’s weird, but you agree.

"Listen, I know we can work out. You're my first love, and I have more faith in us than anything in this world! That's why I found a way for you to… come with me."

Frankie pulls something out of his back pocket, and when you finally see it, it's a little black box. Holy shit...

You can't say anything. In the next instant, he drops to his knees, but he is so shaky he has to put both knees on the floor. When the box opens, you can see the glow of the ring stone reflecting the light from the refrigerator.

"You...?" He can barely form the right words. And you can barely think straight.

Your silence cuts through him like a death in a thousand cuts. His head is heavy with regret and hate, but he can't give up. He mutters your name under his breath as if begging you to answer.

"Frankie... I'm going to college. I received their letter yesterday."

He remains intact, feeling like a crumpled-up piece of paper. The hands collapse into his lap.

"Love……please…" He whispers.

"Frankie…I can't, I…I'm not ready."

He stands up, with the saddest eyes you've ever seen, but he doesn't dare look at you. You feel the tears so unnoticed, falling down your chin.

"I’m sure you don’t want to waste your dreams because of me… I’m such a mess, Frankie.” You say, into tears. “Is that asking too much?”

The tears fall into his face until the last drop hangs on his jawline.

“Frankie, please, tell me what you think!” You say, desperately.

His chock and anger provoke an answer that would haunt you for days:

“I think this thing was a masterpiece... 'til you tore it all up.”

He leaves the kitchen, towards the bathroom. You can't help but run away, scared and shivering, avoiding his family, who were all gathered on the sofa - no doubt waiting for an answer.

Running scared, you feel your legs fail with anguish. Tears fell so fast, you barely had time to wipe them away.

At the same time, Frankie was sitting by the bathroom sink. He didn't cry, he just sat there with this hurt, cause there was nothing else he could do.

(...)

"Hi..."

His voice echoed through the phone. You held it crookedly so he wouldn't hear your sighs. Did he have to call again? Just to break you like a promise?

"I just wanted to tell you that I mailed your clothes and things that were here."

So casually cruel in the name of being honest.

"Ok."

"Ok."

Frankie stared at the open suitcase… and your scarf. It was the only thing, among lingerie, CDs, and books, that he couldn't get rid of.

He tucked it away and forced himself to zip it up. Maybe it wasn't that bad, among so many memories he had of you, to still choose to repeat a few.

But deep down it hurts like hell that, every time he is going to look at this scarf, he’s going to remember that he had lost the only thing he had.

(...)

Twenty Years Gone.

It’s Christmas 2019. You know he is long gone and that magic's not here anymore, but you can feel the familiar air of that city that you had so many memories of. This city, by the way, is beautiful, with lights everywhere. The cold cut your lips, and you hold your hands tight in your pockets.

Your mother was waiting for you in the central square, but you preferred to arrive early enough to walk a little. The children played with the falling snow, and the adults already looked exhausted. This is the damn season.

You finally arrive at the center of the square, where there is a beautiful tree decorated with golden tones. A little tacky, you'll admit, but what's a country town without a tad cheesy? You get lost in thoughts of the tree and how it got there until a child trips over your legs.

You go down quickly to pick it up, afraid she will be hurt. But she just smiles, her hands full of snow. The dark brown eyes seem to want to cry, but she is distracted by a man calling out to her.

"Next time I'll buy you a leash!" He says walking up to you and laughing. She gets up and he picks her up.

"Sorry, tio." She says softly.

"It's alright. Did you apologize to the lady?" He said as he brushed the snow off her hand.

You admire him for a moment. He has tanned skin, strong features, plus a contagious smile. And he looks you up and down as if he could take advantage of that situation.

"Sorry...lad." The little girl responds.

"It’s alright." You say.

"You know, kids are pretty spiritual. Maybe this was just a move of fate for me to get, you know...your number." He says, looking up and down. What a flirt.

"Pope. What are you doing?"

His voice echoes into you, bringing all your memories like flashbacks. Your brain couldn’t quite comprehend what was happening, but your heart surely knew. It was Frankie, and you were home again.

"Your daughter is very smart, you know-" His friend says.

His daughter.

You could freak out by now if it wasn't for the simple fact that he had another baby in his arms.

And he watches your eyes guide into the blanket that the kid was involved in, and his brown and tired eyes.

That’s what you had lost?

That’s what it could have been?

"That's... my ex." He says looking at his friend, swallowing dry.

"Which?"

"That one."

"That one? Oh...I better take Isa on the carousel then…” He holds her little hand but looks at you. “But if the past is past, you know..."

"Pope." Frankie looks at him angrily. Was he still jealous?

"I'm going, I'm going."

The silence echoes between you two. You can’t stop looking at what he had become. He feels your gaze into him and feels like an outsider. Are you feeling pity for what he is now? Or are you just surprised?

"Sorry about that." He finally says.

"He seems to be nice. Where did you meet him?"

"In the army."

"Army?" You ask him until his arched eyebrows bring you flashbacks. "Oh...sorry. I think I forgot about you long enough to forget why I needed to.”

"How are you?" He asks you while covering the baby's face because of the cold wind.

"I’m good." You lie.

"I know you."

He smiles, sadly. It’s funny how he is still the only soul who can tell which smiles you’re fakin'.

"I’m ok but… not fine at all." You feel the familiar lump in your throat. "What about you?"

"If you only knew the kind of things that happened to me…” He says. “The thing is… I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still trying to find it.”

You meltdown at his gorgeous smile and the grey patch on his beard. What a blessing, that he still feels comfortable with you by telling you this kind of thing.

"And where are you staying?" He changes the subject.

"At my parents' house.."

"Fine. Great. Ah, I've been at my sister's house since… Well, their mother will be over at eight and take them away.” He looks at the baby and searches for his daughter in the crowd. “I haven't slept in a few nights but I wouldn't mind if you were there."

"For old times' sake...”

"Yes..." He smiles, remembering how many days you spent intertwined, glued by the warmth of each other’s body and the coldness of knowing each other's soul. "By the way, it's a coincidence that you show up now because I found your scarf this week."

"My scarf?"

"Yes. That first week. I couldn't get rid of it. Do you remember?"

Down the stairs, he was there, he remembered it all...

"Yes, I remember it all too well.”

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[misselko]

LIONESS

Warnings: Angst, fluff, small violence

Words: 20.130

 

“Begin.”

Loud clashing of lances can be heard through Garreg Mach hallway.

The red-haired skirt chaser barely able to hear you said it when you rushed him. Sylvain knew that he should focus on his strikes.  He didn’t have time to be impressed at this small, petite girl that is jabbing her lance so fast against him. Devastatingly fast. And strikingly strong. ‘It is such a wonder how a small, petite body like hers held so much power’. That’s the last thing that passed his mind before (Y/N)’s lance has cracked so loudly against his that he thought it might snap. Beautiful, fierce, deadly (E/C) orbs that staring into his soul has captivated the Gautier heir and got him hard knock on his shin, felling him over.

“Whoa there! I yield. You do like it rough, don’t you, (Y/N)?” Sylvain raise his hands on the air with and winks seductively. Rolling your eyes, you put a light tap on his neck at his remarks.

“Though she be but little, she is fierce. (Y/N) is the youngest among us, but she is indeed a Lioness!” Dimitri claps over your third in a row winning for today. You beat Felix in sword and Dimitri in the lance spar.

“That’s what you get for skipping classes, Sylvain. And.. keep up with your solid techniques, excellent moves, and rapid quick footwork, (Y/N). That’s all for our combat class today,” said Professor.

“She’s a few inch shorter than me but she had effortlessly defeated Blue Lions’ strongest lancer and swordsman! That’s my favourite lil sis (Y/N) for you!! ” said Annette giddily. She hugs you in a death grip embrace and sings her silly song.

Everyone are so nice to you, to the point of spoiled rotten! Especially Ingrid and Mercie! They are like your big sisters, always offering their help to ride pegasi and give endless supplies of baked sweets that you love very much. Felix is kinda harsh and always eager to spar with you, but he’s the first person to get angry when someone bullies you because you are so small. So kind, almost feel like a big brother! Dimitri helps you with your late night studies and picking books in the higher shelves on the library a lot. Dedue and Ashe cook dinner together with you on your duty day.

They see (Y/N) as the sweet smol bean that has to be protected at all cost!

“Are you free tonight, Munchkin?” Care to join me to visit the town and get something to eat? I know this little restaurant that has nice dessert! My treat, of course! Think of it as a token of congratulations from me on your brilliance today!” Sylvain put his hand on your shoulder in a friendly gesture and wink seductively.

“Seteth will scold us for sure, Syl! This is the fourth or fifth time we went for a late dinner this week,” you pout at his invitation. “He won’t. I’ll walk you back before curfew as usual. Don’t want my Kitten to get  hurt on her way back. Night walk can be dangerous, you know.”

“Why you are being so nice to me, Syl... Your girls will be upset and kill me for sure.”

“Nah.. I don’t have any! It would be a shame to waste such a beautiful evening alone. Besides, I don’t want to let my Munchkin starved in her sleep! Not to mention that you just looked awfully cute with your cheeks stuffed.” You smacked his shin and rewarded with a loud yelp from him.  “Lead the way. And.. it’s not like I like it or something like that, you know! Don’t get any wrong ideas,” you hide your blush and took his huge hand in your tiny ones.

The food was delightful as usual and Sylvain stay true to his words about going back before the curfew.

As you both closed the large door’s that marked the dormitory, you were greeted by the crisp spring night. Warm wind passed over your forms, and crickets chirped in the night.

“While we’re at it, how about a little board games rematch at my quarters? I got a new strategy to show you, Syl!”

“Bring it on then, (Y/N)! Let’s bring some sweet buns as usual to snack on later as well, then.”

“It’s a deal!”

“I’d think playing it on the bed would be more comfortable than doing it on the floor. You might catch another cold and passed out like last month in my room. It scared the living daylights out of me! Nope, never trying that again.”

“It’s not fun being frail and get sick easily.” You sigh.

“No problem. Think of it as a good chance for me to get to carry you around in my arms. For our weddi-- Ouch!!” he faux a sad face melodramatically when you punch his hand away playfully. “You might be small and petite but these hands are a force to be reckoned with. You’re as strong as a lioness,” said the philanderer as he ruffled your hair affectionately.

 

It was such a beautiful night.

---

“Do you have a moment, Miss (Y/N)? I have something important to tell you regarding my research and your Crest. We can discuss it in more detailed manner in my research room,” Professor Hanneman ask you out of the blue after the afternoon battle strategy class.

 

“Crest? But I’m sure I don’t have any, Professor! It’s stated as clear as a day in my enrollment documents, isn’t it?”

 

“There’s a mistake, Miss (Y/N). And I sworn it on my name as the Father of Crestology, you do HAVE a Crest. A Major one at that! Congratulations! I have sent a letter to your family and inform other Professors and your House Leader regarding this matter. I have my suspicion about your Crests since I watch your  prowess at combat and when it activates, the timing, and the flash of....”

 

You are a bit shocked about this and decided to ignore this fact, having a hard time to process this shocking information. Your family and other members of Blue Lions will be very surprised of this information. Is it going to be a good thing or not? Professor Hanneman’s murmurs fell on your deaf ears as you politely excuse yourself out of his room. ‘It’ll be better to keep this as a secret to avoid unwanted attention nor unnecessary commotion’ you think to yourself.

---

Moons have passed. Then the night of the ball came. Urged by your curiosity, you are eager to wait for your true love at the Goddess Tower. You were hardly expecting to see Sylvain, of all people. The surprise at seeing each other was mutual. The both of you stood there for a moment, simply enjoying the scene before you. You wrapped your arms around yourself to stave off the chill that went down your spine, shuffling closer to the older man.

 

“Do you even believe the rumors about this place?” he asked as he lay his uniform coat over your shivering form. “My curiosity gets the best of me. But am glad to find you here, Syl.”

 

“Huh.” Sylvain went quiet, his face etched with contemplation. After he thought about it a little, he let out a huff of breath and frowned.

 

“Well, the person I’m interested in... is already here. You’re here alone. I’m here alone. I was thinking maybe....”

“Wait. Me?”

“Well, of course! We’re the only two people here, aren’t we? I keep thinking about it, and it just makes sense. My Crest and yours...”

“How did you...?”

“Dimitri told me. I have confirmed it with Professor Hanneman as well. A Major one, he said. So lucky.”

He looked down at you menacingly. Your eyes were averted away from his, looking away into the distance. “What do you mean? I’m still me, Syl.  Crest or no Crest.”

Despite your dismissive answer, something changed in his expression. He took his hands from behind his neck and stalked towards you. This wasn’t at all like the kind and flirty Sylvain you loved. He’s... different.

“You know what? I’m a bit jealous. The whole time you were growing up, you never knew you had a Crest. You were free. Nobody pretended to like you. I kind of hate you for that...” he slammed you hard against the wall behind you. Strangled pained noise came from you.

His knees rest on either side of your petite body and his arms cage your head, his much bigger hand grasp yours roughly. “All you’re worth to me is a little bit of fun. We’ve been having fun, haven’t we? I thought that you understood,” Sylvain’s face a mere inch from yours, glaring daggers at you. You can feel your tears begin welling, threatening to spill at his words.

 

“Is that really what you think of me? I thought... I was different. So… our friendship has just been for nothing?” you muttered quietly, holding back your sobs.

 

He scoffed. “Of course you are. You’re just some dumb noble looking for crest babies. You never meant anything to me.” His rejection was validation of your worst fear, that you were just like every other girl. Your friendship had all fallen apart and meant nothing for him.

 

“Playing around with girls is the most fun a guy can have. Besides, I don’t care what you think of me. I don’t intend to change how I live my life. I’m a good-for-nothing, if you haven’t noticed, but I’m still a noble with a Crest. That’s all anyone cares about. It’s best to avoid getting too serious with fools like me.” His expression darkens and unreadable. The carefree mask was long gone.

 

“My Crest bring me nothing but pain. I thought maybe...if I made someone else suffer, it might help me feel better.” His hand shot up and grabbed you by your throat. Sylvain held you in front of him, tightened his grip, choking you hard. His caramel eyes glowed dark with excitement.

 

“Unnnghhh......Syl....”

You tried to squirm away but he clamped his hand tighter, making it harder for you to breathe. Your legs felt weak and limp. The pain was too intense.

 

“You were a spoiled brat who should pay for that Crest. Maybe I’ll collect the debt.” His expression dark as he looked up at you.

 

Focusing yourself, you punch his jaw as hard as you can. To your surprise, a blinding flash of your Crest shows up when you smack him as hard as you can, making Sylvain flinch in pain, dropping you with a loud thud on the cold floor. You stumbled back and dropped to your knees. Gasping for air, you tried to rub the pain from your throat, doing your best to pick yourself up.

 

“Sylvain Jose Gautier!  I care not for your Crest nor title! It means nothing to me. I like.. no, love you because you are the strongest, kindest, funniest, and the most caring person that I know. Even you are such a skirt chaser, but you always very considerate and protective of me. I never felt this way before about someone. This is my first time but... This… This was a mistake. Sorry. I hope.. you find your own happiness someday,” you said, your voice is raspy from his deadly grip and your sadness. Tears were finally flowing freely from you.

 

Sylvain’s posture becoming rigid despite his feigned relaxed position. “H-hey,” Sylvain said, his voice softened somewhat. “Please, don’t cry. I’m sorry...”, he tried to pat your head, but you step back instinctively. The red head flinch and turned away when he saw angry purplish hue on your neck. Guilt began creeping on his conscience.

 

“I believe you. You’re not a bad person, Sylvain, no matter what anyone says. I care about you. Our friendship, dinners, late nights walk and banters... I cherished them a lot. Really, I do. I love you, Sylvain.” You couldn’t meet his eyes, couldn’t look at anything besides the floor. “That’s what I came to tell you, but... nevermind. Good night, Syl. I’ll see you tomorrow in class.”

 

“Did you mean that? (Y/N), wait!” He spoke with disbelief.

“Why would I lie?” you asked, hardly audible. “Goodbye, Syl.”

 

His pleas fell on deaf ears as you dash yourself as fast as possible from Goddess Tower, locking yourself inside your quarters, clutching to Sylvain’s uniform coat, while crying yourself to sleep.

---

That’s the last thing that you can remember from your Academy Days. Things were never the same since that night. You never talk to the playboy ever again since that incident. No more night walks or late board games. When you have to work together in weekly duty, there’s an unseen awkward distance and heavy tension between you two.

 

The notorious philanderer went back into his old ways, going around with a different girl each day. You often catch him glimpse at you with eyes full of remorse and sadness (mostly when he thinks you aren’t looking or noticing). Everyone in the Blue Lions noticed the changes between your relationship but being very considerate of your feelings and trying to not mention anything about it.

 

Your Father called you back home because of his grave illness in Pegasus Moon, insisting you to leave the Officers Academy behind. Blue Lions was taken aback and sad with your abrupt leave. Going back to your home in Fhirdiad, days flies in a blur motion into moons and years.

---

It’s been 5 years since you left your Academy days in Garreg Mach.

A bloody coup led by Cornelia causes Duke Rufus and Dimitri both to be apparently killed. Her  tyranny left Fhirdiad in poor state with poverty and famine. Holy Kingdom of Faerghus thrown into disarray condition with their Prince’s disappearance. The nation is plagued by civil strife and hardship.

 

With the vast majority of the former Kingdom lords having bent the knee to the overwhelming power of the Empire, all Blaiddyd territory, including the Kingdom capital, is ruled by those who are cooperating with the Empire, and is thus renamed the Faerghus Dukedom. Houses Fraldarius and Gautier were left to spearhead the resistance as the primary opponents of the Dukedom.

 

As the legitimate Marchioness of your major noble house in Blaiddyd territory after her Father’s passing, (Y/N) decided to keep on fighting against Empire until the bitter end, along with Houses of Fraldarius, Gautier, and Galatea. You keep maintain close relationships them, mostly with the neighbouring Houses, Fraldarius and Galatea. Whether it may be reinforcements soldiers to House Fraldarius or stock supplies to House Galatea, you are so much eager to give it all (sometimes by going there personally—much to your advisors’ dismay) to aid them.  Being always giving or adding the most relevant information about current war state developments made you overjoyed when you heard about the news of Dimitri’s plan to recapture Fhirdiad.

---

It’s been forever since your last time fighting on the battlefield. Reclaiming the capital is a daunting task with shortage of soldiers and resources. Rodrigue’s death is a devastating blow to Faerghus’ military strength and resources. Not to mention that House Gautier and Galatea has any resources to spare. With limited resource of your own House, you decided to prioritize evacuation of Faerghus’ citizens and helping Blue Lions to the utmost.

 

Dimitri marches for Fhirdiad, causing the oppressed citizens to revolt against Cornelia’s tyranny People are rebelling against Cornelia and Fhirdiad has turned into a gruesome battlefield. Fire was everywhere The sound of metals echoed loudly in your ears. Large Titanus crowded the streets and wreaking havoc upon buildings and citizens. With your sword in your hands, you leap and cut through Kingdom Soldiers that is preparing to activate Viskam turrets against Felix.

 

You pushed forward with great caution. When you are done helping a pair of elders and children under the rubbles to evacuate, you saw him. Sylvain. Fighting over a mage and a large Titanus all by himself. Did he get separated? He barely dodged a fireball when you strike down that mage.

 

“Munchki--!” He gasped, surprised to see you back.

“Watch out, Syl!”

You leap in front of him, parrying and slash back at the Titanus’ large appendages that is going to smash him. Sylvain cast a Ragnarok and taking down the golem-like creature with a loud explosion, sending flying debris everywhere. He gasped, grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the way. 

 

“Ugh... that hurts. Are you okay, Munchkin?” He was trapped under the rubbles and the first thing that he asked is your safety?

“W-why did you do that, Syl? You got hurt protecting me. Didn’t you want to kill me?”, you said as you helped him out from the rubble.  Fortunately he is okay aside from a few scratch and bruises.

 

“When I thought you were going to be killed for real, my reflexes kicked in. I reacted without thinking. It doesn’t mean I’ve stopped being jealous of you. But, come on, I can’t help looking up to you.” He look at you with eyes full of worry and sadness.

 

“Sylvain..... Well.. It’s been awhile, but as much as I want to chat with you, we have to help Professor and Dimitri first. Cornelia has brought us so many sufferings. Now’s the time to put an end to all of this. And... thank you, Syl.” He nods and push forward to throw his lance at a Pegasus Knight that is fighting against Ingrid.

 

“I will go to deactivate Titanus’ lever. I know its location and it will help everyone tremendously against that gigantic monster! I’ll open Fhirdiad’s secret passages within my House territory to help everyone to get better access to Cornelia. When I’m done with it, I’ll regroup with reinforcement soldiers from my House to evacuate more citizens on the east side of Royal Capital, then go to help Dimitri fighting against Cornelia. See you later, Syl. Please stay safe.” You bid your farewell and run through smaller alley path, doing your missions, leaving Sylvain astonished at your very thorough, detailed plans.

 

Without the Titanus, Cornelia only has archers as her backups. As you take the archers down with Felix and Annette, Professor and Dimitri are working together to close in on her and take her down. It was a gruesome battle, but thanks to everyone’s efforts, casualties were kept to minimum and reclaiming Fhirdiad is a big success after Cornelia has been defeated.

---

It may be spring, but the nights are quite chilly here in Fhirdiad. The people are rejoicing at the return of their King. After a hard won battle of reclaiming Royal Capital of Fhirdiad, celebratory feast shows no sign of stopping. Growing weary of the festivities, you decided to excuse yourself from the banquet at the castle balcony.

“Munchkin. Here you are. His Highness has been looking for you. He wanted to express his gratitude for your loyalty and huge help at reclaiming Fhirdiad.”

“Good evening, Syl. We just did our utmost to help. Fhirdiad’s  peace and safety of the Blue Lions is of the most important thing for me, after all.”

A moment of silence passed where both of you stayed still, just basking in the moonlight and enjoying each others’ presence for a while.

“I’m sorry. I really am.” You are taken aback when Sylvain bows his head deeply in front of you.

“I know I messed up really bad and it’s fair enough if you can’t find it in your heart to forgive me. My jealousy got the best of me and it has brought you so much harm. Most girls just want me for my title or my Crest, and when I thought that it was the same for you, I… I was the one who made a mistake. I’m sorry, truly I am.” Peeking at him from the corner of your eye, you could see the furrow of Sylvain’s brows, the frowning twist of his lips. It was a look you’d never seen on him. Regret and pain. He looks so vulnerable. Somehow, you didn’t doubt the apology.

“Please elaborate, Syl.”

“Since I bear a Crest, my parents made sure I was never left wanting. My older brother didn’t have one, and so when I was born, he was pushed aside. My mere existence stole everything from him. There’s so many people that want to get close to me because of my crest. Because of something I didn’t even want to be born with. I wish I could have cared as little about my Crest as you do yours...,” he grimaces, running a hand through his hair briskly. “Women smile at me for the same reason my parents adored me...and my brother wanted me dead. And I have to meet them all with a smile because I have a Crest.” Sylvain purses his lips.

 

“But you–you’ve never treated me differently. Always being there for me and understand me, and…and–I like you, (Y/N). No. I love you so much that it scared me. A lot,” he says, closing his eyes.

 

“You say that, but it doesn’t excuse the things you’ve done.” You didn’t want to look at him, didn’t want to let him see mixed expression you were making at  his sudden confession but you knew he was looking at you. Intently.

 

“I was devastated when you left Garreg Mach years ago. I lost you once and I won’t let it happen again. So.... what I’m saying is…” he hesitated and briefly appeared at a loss of words which is very unlike of him.

He hugs you closer very tightly it hurts, cradling you gently against his chest. This close, you can feel the rapid pace of his heart and his nervousness. “Can you give me a second chance?” Sylvain’s touch was awkward and clumsy.

“......I will. But first… Please let me go, Syl. You are crushing me.”

Sylvain paused, as if unsure. “Did you mean that?” Vulnerability colored his tone, softened it. “I’d like to be a man who deserves that. Who deserves you. Even if you want nothing to do with me, one day I will find a way to make it up to you, to earn your forgiveness. I promise.” His voice wasn’t strong with his infamous flirtatious bravado. It was sincere.

 

“You’re so much more than just your Crest or your status, Sylvain Jose Gautier.” Taking his much bigger hand in your tiny ones, you smiled and whisper it against his hand. “You are the most amazing, kind, strongest, and nice man for me. Your path is your own.  I love you just the way you are, Sylvain. Crest or no Crest.” His face turned dark red instantly redder than his hair at your words. Sylvain.exe has stopped working

“You are going to be the death of me, Munchkin!!” Sylvain yells frantically. You can see his ears flushed furious red. He can die happy now. Goddess Sothis please take his soul.

“Why you still call me Munchkin, Syl?” you asked much to your curiousity. “It’s been years but you barely grow a few inch! But y-Ouch!! He yelps when you jab at his stomach. “But you have... grown into a fine, smart, and beautiful woman.”

 

“Time hasn’t been so kind to me in these past years, Syl. After my Father’s passing, I have to succeed him. Being a Marchioness isn’t an easy task but I learned so much and am still learning.”

 

“My sincerest condolences for your loss. But... he must be very proud of you, Munchkin. You will be a great Marchioness. Strong, thorough, quick-witted, and lovely as a—”

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Mr. Gautier.” You rolled your eyes at him. The redhead laughs softly and embrace you in his arms.

 

“When this war is over, will you come with me to my homeland? It’s time for the first step in the right direction. I don’t want to marry a girl who wants to use me for my Crest or a girl who someone else chose for me. I want to marry someone I really care about. With you by my side, I’m excited to find out what this new way of life is all about. (Y/N), I’m serious. Marry me. I’d do anything for you. I’m done lying, especially to myself. I’m going to spend the rest of our lives together trying to make you happy. I promise.”

 

 “I’d like to.... introduce you to my parents. They’d love to have a new Gauti—Gyaahh!!!” He shrieked when you stomped your feet on him. “I’m so DONE with you, Syl!!” you said with exasperated look, looking away trying to hide the rising heat in your cheeks. ‘A future with Sylvain...’

 

There’s a pause when you catch his gaze and find something vulnerable there, something familiar. The flicker of hope, mirrored in your expression. It’s as if everything falls into place and clicks. Then his lips were on yours, soft and hesitant, so unlike his usual self. Your eyes fluttered shut, your lips moulding against his, as his hand came up to cup your cheek. It was all the confession you needed.

 

“I will, Syl. I promise.”

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Bonus:

When Professor and the Blue Lions heard about your new relationship with Sylvain, they offer you heartfelt congratulations and throw a little dinner party. Dimitri is OVERJOYED and sobs a little when he saw you are radiating with so much happiness. Back then in your Academy days, he was the one who worry about you the most when Sylvain treated you poorly, after all. Ashe and Dedue throw a lavish dinner to celebrate (Y/N) and Sylvain’s relationship that evening. Mercedes and Annette provide everyone with tasty sweets and dessert. It was a heartwarming small party among Blue Lions members.

Sadly, Sylvain didn’t get to celebrate it together. Rumors had it that Felix and Ingrid has beaten him to a bloody pulp (with Professor’s EXCLUSIVE permission) because he made you their lovely sweet lil sis wept and hurt. Sylvain kept on mumbling something between “Don’t ever hitting another girl”, “RUIN his Lance of Ruin”, “Don’t ever taint her”, or “You’re finished”. Even the kind and benevolent Mercie turned her back and refuse to heal Sylvain. The Gautier heir almost went to hell that evening.

 

The poor, traumatized philanderer will changing his ways for the better for sure.

[dreamescapeswriting]

Juliet ~ OT7 [Request]

WORD COUNT: 3.5K

PAIRING: ot7 x reader

GENRE: Mafia au, ot7 mafia, singer reader, 

A/N: Hiya love, you didn’t mention if you wanted it to be platonic or love so I made it platonic I hope that this is okay for you!! Mentions of Ateez in here too! :) @plotolonlye

Working for one of the most well-known mafia groups set your dating pool into the shallow end, there weren't that many people that were willing to date someone who was working for bangtan sonyeondan...Or BTS as they were better known as. It wasn't easy telling someone you were dating who you were working for so you did your best to keep it under wraps though it was hard since the boys treated you like a sister so far everything had been okay. The guy you were dating currently - Yeosang-  had been understanding about the boys and even agreed to do some of their stupid tests to see if he was suitable for you. It was stupid little games to see if he was "worthy" enough of you or making him run errands for the boys so that they would have someone to do their boring work for a while until they agreed he was okay for you. 

"Babe?" You glanced over your shoulder when you heard the familiar voice of your boyfriend calling you. He smiled at you as he stood at the changing room door just watching you. The dress you were wearing clung to your body perfectly as stylists worked around you trying to make sure your hair and makeup was done to perfection. You were a singer for the boys in one of their many, many clubs that they owned in the middle of Busan.

"What's up?" You questioned looking at your boyfriend through the mirror as one of the assistants attached a microphone to your cheek, applying a little surgical tape so that it would stay well attached while you moved around on stage. Yeosang began scratching the back of his neck, something he normally did when he was nervous about something so you got up from the dressing table to try and give him a kiss on the cheek with some words of encouragement but he yawned, stepping away from you. 

"Is your room upstairs empty?" He questioned not being able to meet your eyes as you stared at him, 

"Yeah...You're not watching me tonight? I'm performing a new song that the boys wanted me to sing..." You whispered as you reached out to take his hand, hoping that he would at least stick around long enough to see how much emotion you would put into the love song you were going to sing. 

"No, I'm just a little tired. Jimin's had me doing extra work all week," You nodded along with him as he began running towards the staircase that was just towards the back exit of the bar. That was all he had been saying for weeks now, that Jimin had been working him to death and it was starting to bug you. You figured that once the boys let him pass his trails he would be free to go back to working his own personal job and not the errands the boys wanted him on. Yeosang was far too innocent to be placed into the Mafia lifestyle, the boys were dangerous and you didn't want Yeosang to get hurt just because he was busy working for the boys. 

"Y/n, you're up in two minutes." Your stage manager called out as she looked at you, you'd been staring at the space where Yeosang had been standing thinking back on everything. 

"I'm coming," You mumbled going over to her and peeking out from the small gap in the curtain. 

The bar you worked in was decorated to look like an old 1940's bar and people loved coming there, there were always old drinks...The workers all dressed as though they were from the 1940's everything looked as though people had travelled back in time. Including the stage, it had old microphones, old musical equipment and it was amazing to work there every night. 

"3...2...1..." The music started up and you came out from behind the question, smiling as you started singing in time to the music looking around to see some of the locals that were in there tonight. A lot of the same faces were looking at you but there were seven all-too-familiar faces that made you feel angry inside, your blood boiling as you sang what was supposed to be a love song.

"Ooo, I know you're probably thinkin' what's the use. I promise it's the little things things that you do," You sang out as you began walking around the stage, stepping down onto the bar floor as you tried to make it look like this was some kind of choreography, walking around the floor of the bar singing to people. 

"What's she doing?" Yoongi asked as he watched you close, interacting with different people on the floor as you made your way over to the boys.

"I think she's doing her job," Jin said sarcastically as he watched you, it wasn't the first time that you had walked into the crowd to sing people seemed to love being close to you, getting to hear you sing.

"Baby, been a minute since I had something so sweet, Mmm...Oh hey," You looked directly at the boys as you made your way over to them and they knew that they were in trouble for some unknown reason.

"What did you do?" Yoongi accused Jungkook looking to the youngest member of the group, everyone following his lead. 

"Nothing. Not recently at least," He grumbled downing the glass of scotch that was in front of him. They may have been some of the scariest people to everyone else but you scared them, especially when you were angry they'd known you long enough to never get on the wrong side of you.

"I want you to keep speaking my love language. Baby, talk your shit all night!" The music ended and the lights went down which was when you would normally head behind the stage curtain and be replaced by the next performer but you didn't, you stayed at the table the boys were sitting at and laid your palms flat on the table, staring at all of them. 

"Stop making him work for you, I thought the little games you were doing were over," You snapped as you glanced to Jimin, your eyes felt as though they were staring into his soul as he stuttered over his words, 

"I-I haven't even had him around-" Jimin tried to speak but you cut him off

"You've been making Yeosang run around for you and it stops. Now." You demanded as Jimin shook his head, glancing to the boys to see if they had been the ones doing it but they all shook their heads. 

"Y/n...We left him alone months ago." Namjoon said slowly as you stared at him, your heart dropped to your stomach as you thought about why Yeosang would lie to you about something like that. 

"Y/n?" Taehyung questioned as he placed his hand on top of yours but you snatched it away, walking towards the backstage area with your head down trying to pass off the thoughts of what Yeosang was doing behind your back, you had a set to complete before you could even find out.

Walking into your room after the night finished all you wanted to do was collapse onto the bed and sleep for a week but when you entered the room you realised you weren't alone. There were noises coming from the bedroom and clothes scattered along the floor, not just Yeosang's clothes either. Women's clothes. Deciding to sneak up into the bedroom you quietly walked towards your door, skillfully avoiding the creaking floorboards. Swinging the door open you saw something you never thought you were going to see. Your heart felt as though it dropped to the floor and everything smashed around you. 

"Shit," Yeosang cried out as he covered the woman he was laying in your bed with, 

"You finished your set already?" You scoffed at the audacity to ask you something so stupid while he laid, naked, in your bed with another woman. 

"Are you serious?!" You yelled out as you could feel your body heating up, 

"Who are you?" The girl laughed loudly as she looked you up at down, you could feel the judgement seeping from her. 

"I'm the girl whose bed your sleeping in, who the fuck are you?!" You snapped back knowing that it wasn't her that you were angry at, it was Yeosang but you couldn't help but transfer your anger onto everyone else.

"Areum. Yeosang's girlfriend and this is his apartment," She quipped as she began attaching herself to Yeosang's neck as if she was some kind of Plecostomus on the side of a fish tank.

"Really? His apartment? Did he tell you that?" You laughed loudly as you looked at him, your stomach doing flips as you thought about him sleeping in your bed with someone that wasn't you.

"You know what...Keep it, burn it...Do whatever the hell you want just stay the fuck away from me." You threw the keys at him, hitting him in the chest as he grunted. Getting out of the bed and chasing after you as you headed for the door 

"You're not going to tell the boys, are you? T-They'll kill me...Actually, kill me." That was all he cared about. The boys finding out that he had been cheating on you 

"How long?" You questioned,

"How long what?"

"How long has this been going on?" You turned to look at him, your eyes burning into his as he realised he was going to have to tell the truth or you would find out one way or another. 

"Since the start...I was just-"

"Using me to get close to the boys? Using me for money? Which is it, cause I've had them all." You snapped as you walked out of the door, slamming it behind you as you began heading down the stairs and towards the back exit, ignoring your manager as she questioned where you were going. Away. You needed to get away from everything and everyone. You were sick of people using you just to get close to the boys to use you in order to get into their good books. No one ever wanted you for who you were and you were always left feeling abandoned and neglected.

The next night you knew that you had to go into work or the boys would do something and you didn't want the blood of someone on your hands, even if you weren't pulling the trigger yourself. 

"Here," Your manager said as she handed you a hand-held microphone after you stepped into a long black dress, all day you had been teaching one of the stage performers how to play a song you had written so that you would be able to perform it live. It would make a change to sing something you had written yourself for a change, the boys always gave you the freedom to do what you wanted. 

"I don't ever ask you...Where you've been. And I don't feel the need to...Know who you're with," You started off low, staring at the back of the room not being able to look at everyone knowing that you would probably burst into tears.

"I can't even think straight, but I can tell...That you were just with her...And I'll still be a fool. I'm a fool for you." The piano picked up and you managed to look over at the boy's table where they were all staring down at something, probably working on their next big break. 

"Just a little bit of your heart, just a little bit of your heart. Just a little bit of your heart is all I want," Jimin was the first to look up when he heard your voice crack in the middle of singing, something you would never do because you were all about professionalism but as soon as he saw you he knew there was something wrong. You looked like you'd hardly slept and your eyes were red with tears building up. 

"I think something's wrong," He whispered as he began nudging Hoseok beside him, making him look up at you too until they all stared at you, watching as you poured every heartbroken emotion that you had into every word you sang. 

Tears streamed down your cheeks as the song was coming to an end, Yeosang was sitting at a table with Areum their hands locked together as though they had done nothing wrong and were just there for the show. 

"Just a little bit is all I'm asking for..." The ending note trailed on until the lights went off and you rushed off the stage, your whimpers could be heard thanks to the microphone but no one besides the boys seemed to notice, giving you a standing ovation.

"What made her so upset?" Jungkook mumbled before Jimin pointed over at Yeosang who was already kissing Areum down the neck, chuckling to one another as he left marks up and down her pale skin.

"I'll fucking kill him," Yoongi growled but he was held back by Jin who was looking over in the direction of the backstage, 

"We comfort Y/n first...She must be broken up inside." He told the boys as he got up, trying not to make it look obvious that something was going on.

When they reached backstage you were gone, a car had been waiting for you and you left without a word. 

"Where are you going?" Namjoon snapped as he watched Yeosang out of the corner of his eye walking towards the staircase that leads to your apartment. 

"Y/n gave me the apartment, I'm going home." He had a giant smirk plastered across his face as he kept his arm around Areum's waist. 

"What makes you think we'll let you live after what you've done?" Yoongi questioned as he grabbed Yeosang by the labels of his coat, pushing him against the wall roughly causing him to hit his head. 

"Uh, uh, uh I wouldn't...I have some very powerful friends that would be interested to know that Y/n is one of your weaknesses." The boys froze as the words left his mouth in a cocky tone,

"What-"

"You really think I would date someone so close to you? It's been a plan from the start, Ateez will be interested to know what's going on behind closed doors..." Yoongi let him go at the mention of another Mafia family in Busan. 

"Remember all those errands you sent me on? I'd be careful unless you want company secrets leaking out." He chuckled darkly, pulling Areum up the staircase as the boys exchanged worried glances with one another at the thought of something happening to them. It didn't matter if something happened to the company it was you that they cared about more than anything else in the world. 

As more time passed the boys began to grow worried about you, you would go to work and perform before heading back to lord knows where. They weren't able to find you and couldn't get into contact with you until one night you came to work with a plan. You'd been planning it for months since the incident with Yeonsang had occurred, you wanted to get him back for everything he had done so you spent months making your plan foul-proof. Making yourself known as Juliet in one of the bars that Ateez owned in downtown Seoul. You'd changed your whole identity getting a wig, makeup and everything else perfect for what you wanted to do. To the boys in the club, you were Juliet to everyone else you were just a blonde girl who went to the bar every Friday night like clockwork.

"Tonight is the night," You told the boys as you sat across from them in their large car, all eight of you together.

"Do you remember the plan?" You questioned JImin still a little unsure that they understood what was going to happen tonight.

"You head to the bar first and the band they have gets sick...We come in as your own personal band and the rest moves like clockwork." You smiled at the thought of it, Hongjoong was out of town along with Yeosang, Mingi, Jongho, Yunho, San and Seonghwa leaving Wooyoung all alone to look after the club all on his own. 

"I'll take care of Wooyoung, you focus on everything else." You whispered as you handed them the code to the safe that was in the boy's office, you'd managed to swipe it from one of the not-so-great guards that they had. 

"I never thought I'd see the day Y/n got into a job with us," Jungkook chuckled as you got out of the car wearing a tight red dress, heading straight to the club doors and acting as though you owned the place. Confidence was key. 

Wooyoung sat beside you with a smile on his face, handing you a drink while six out of the seven boys stood on the stage in their disguises, singing and playing their instruments you smirked at Namjoon on the stage.

"Hey, quiet night," You motioned around the club that had around 20 people sitting at tables and talking amongst one another. 

"I knew you would be coming, I wanted a quiet night." You smirked up at him, the lipstick you were wearing was his favourite, the dress his favourite you made sure to do your research on everything he knew and loved. Swiping a martini from a waiter you sipped on it while looking at Wooyoung, 

"Why would you want a quiet night for that?" You questioned sitting a little closer to him, your chest against his side as you looked up into his eyes. The boy seemed to stutter a little as his eyes scanned over your body, 

"We could always go to my car out back..." You giggled softly raising your eyebrows at him, his jaw practically dropped to the floor. 

"You want to get involved with someone like me?" You nodded in answer to his question and he smirked, licking his lips as he glanced around for a guard. 

"Take care of the floor, I'll be back soon." You pulled him out from the booth, dragging out towards a back door where a black SUV was waiting for you. 

"Who's the guy?" Wooyoung asked as you attached your lips to his neck in the back of the car, sucking on his skin so you could leave marks. 

"My driver, don't worry...He was just leaving." You mentioned as you stared at Yoongi in the review mirror, he nodded before getting out of the car and heading into the club. 

"Now...Where were we?" You giggled as you attached yourself onto Wooyoung's neck once again, kissing up and down until you reached his lips where he kissed you back. 

"How about a drink?" You asked innocently as you pulled out a bottle of champagne from the door with two glasses. 

"I love it," He popped the bottle not noticing as you slipped some sleeping pills into the glass, pouring the liquid in and smiling to yourself as the man downed it in one. 

Weeks of torturing yourself to get close to him were paying off as you hauled his money into the bag you were carrying. So much money you had to call Yoongi back to put some into his pockets, Wooyoung must have been dumb for carrying so much cash around but you were too busy taking it to care. 

"Sorry baby, you were cute but I needed what I needed." You cooed, placing a red lipstick kiss on his cheek before getting out of the cab and leaving him there for the night.

The boys made a break for the car with everything they could carry, bags of cash and jewellery along with everything else that Ateez seemed to store in the safe.

"We have to do this again," Jimin breathed out as the car you got into began speeding back to Busan, all of you celebrating happily that you had pulled off a large plan together, organised by you and you alone. 

"We do," You confirmed as you downed some wine, looking at Namjoon with a questioning look. You knew there was no way you could go back to just singing in a club now that you had done this, 

"Nobody does it like Juliet." He winked at you referring to your fake name as you smiled brightly at him.

Months later and headlines were splashed with articles about you, "Mysterious woman strikes again," Attached with a photo of a giant question mark, everyone questioning who you could have been and who you could have possibly been working for to pull this kind of stunt off.

"Who would have thought," Jungkook chuckled as he looked over your shoulder at the article you were reading, 

"People start to turn and stare, everywhere she goes, and insider told us today as they claimed to have seen the mystery lady," Jungkook readout, passing the article to Namjoon who smirked,

"She will steal your soul...set her sights on billionaires all she wants is gold." They all laughed loudly and you could feel your body heating up at all of the attention, 

"Juliet needs to lay low...Just for a little while," They all agreed with you, not wanting to get caught too soon.

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[marauderundercover]

Taking Chances Ch. 29: Happiest Place on Earth (Vacation/Roadtrip)

AO3

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Marinette blinks at her dad, trying to make sense of what he’s saying.

“B, you have a private jet. Why the fuck are we driving?” Jason asks, and Marinette swears his eye twitches.

“I thought it would be nice to do a family vacation the normal way, complete with a road trip.” Her dad says and Marinette frowns. Now? Now is when he decides to be normal?

“Father, we can not all leave. Someone must stay behind to patrol and watch over Gotham. As much as it pains me, I will stay.” Damian says, and Marinette resists the urge to whack him. It wasn’t going to hurt him at all to get to stay, he was doing it on purpose. She wanted to go on vacation with her brothers and dad and Selina, but she also wasn’t sure she wanted to deal with them being so close to her for over fifteen hours in an enclosed vehicle.

“No need. Clark said he would make sure to listen for any extreme trouble, Stephanie and Barbara will still be here, and if all else fails we’ll use the Zeta tubes to get back.” Her dad says, his tone filled with finality. This was serious. He was really going to do this to them.

“Well, I’ll drive the second car. And I call Pix-”

“We don’t need to take two vehicles, Jason. Selina and I went out and bought a new car that will seat all of us perfectly, and there’s plenty of room in the back for luggage.” He says, and Marinette makes eye contact with Damian. His face says ‘fix this’, but all she can do is shrug. There was no way she was going to be able to save all of them from this one. Their dad looked way too determined. Alfred had somehow managed to plan his own trip to England to line up perfectly with their trip, which meant he was saved from the inevitable horror the trip would bring.

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Marinette was willing to bet that her dad had never been on a road trip before. She honestly doubted he’d ever seen a movie with a road trip before, because if he had, they would most definitely not be on one. Even movies with road trips show how awful they are. Sure, the family is smiling by the end, but that’s because they’ve come up with a foolproof murder plan. Marinette frowns and blinks. She’d definitely been spending way too much time with Damian.

She had even tried to convince her dad to use Kaalki, even though he hated magic. In fact, Kaalki had begged as well. But no. So Kaalki was riding in the spare tire shell on the back of the car, unwilling to sit with her brothers for so long. Not that she could blame the Kwami. They were only an hour into the drive (that was scheduled to take fifteen hours and forty five minutes, not including breaks or traffic). She wasn’t too upset with the seating arrangement, but it had been calm so far. Too calm. Her dad and Selina were, of course, in the front. The next row, which also contained bucket seats, had Dick (he claimed one of the seats as the oldest) and Tim (who had to sit there because he got horribly carsick). That meant that she was stuck in the very back, sitting between Damian and Jason. But that was fine, they’d gotten along so far. They could keep it up for another fifteen hours, right?

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They couldn’t even keep it up for another five minutes. Jason reached behind her and whacked Damian, which made him let out a battle cry, one that was way too loud for the car, before turning and attacking Jason again. She wasn’t sure how Tim was still asleep, even with his headphones on, but she supposed it was for the best. She really didn’t want to deal with her brother’s car sickness this early in the trip.

“This family is a fucking nightmare!” Jason yells, kneeing the back of Dick’s seat. Marinette glares at him and his dramatics. He was definitely trying to get their dad to turn the car around and switch to the jet. But Marinette had a feeling that instead of turning around, he’d drive even slower.

“Jay, I love you. But if you don’t stop screaming, they’ll never find your body.” Marinette whispers with a smile. Jason frowns, elbowing her gently.

“What’s wrong with you? I thought you’d be all over this shit.” He says with a huff. Marinette narrows her eyes.

“What, annoying shit?” She whispers snarkily, and Jason blinks. She frowns, until she realizes what she said. “Don’t tell dad!” She begs, latching onto Jason’s arm.

“Bruce!” Jason yells. Marinette yelps and covers his mouth.

“Jason, I am begging you not to do this.” She says, making eye contact with her dad in the rearview mirror and smiling awkwardly. “He was just guessing for, um, uh, I spy!” She yells, sighing in relief as he just nods and turns back to talk to Selina more. She’s about to give Jason an ultimatum, when he licks her hand. She gasps, yanking her hand back and wiping it on her pants with a frown.

“Karma!” Jason declares and Marinette huffs.

“No, it was just gross you mega jerk.” She says.

“Could I have the aux cord?” Dick asks suddenly. Marinette watches amusedly as Jason lunges forward to try and rip the cord from him.

“No, B, why would you give it to him?” He yells, trying to reach it, but unable to because of the seatbelt.

“I think you’re old enough to take turns, Jason. It’s not the end of the world letting Dick use the aux cord.” Dad says, and Dick cheers, plugging the cord into his phone. It’s completely silent for a moment, before ABBA suddenly blasts through the speakers. Marinette turns to Damian, her face stuck in a deadpan expression.

“I know you have a knife. Kill me, please. Or at least stab me badly enough that we have to stop.” She instructs, her eye twitching as Dick starts singing off key.

“If I had two, I would. But I refuse to allow you to escape this hell and leave me to deal with it by myself. If I am stuck here, ukht, then so are you.” Damian says, his tone just as flat.

“Nuh uh. Either all of the resurrected bitches get to die, or none of us do.” Jason pipes up and Marinette sighs.

“Completely unfair, but whatever.” She says, as a horrible thought suddenly crosses her mind. “Oh my god.” She says.

“What?” Damian asks. She pinches the bridge of her nose, and lets out a long breath before looking at her brother sadly.

“We have to drive all the way back, too.” She says, and chaos erupts in the backseat.

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Jason glares at Bruce in the rearview mirror, waiting for the man to look back and notice him. He finally, finally does, and Jason just grins at Bruce’s responding sigh.

“What?” He asks, and Jason frowns.

“What, can I not just glare at you for no reason?” He asks, snorting at the overly done look on B’s face. “Okay, okay. I was just gonna ask you to stop at the next gas station. I need to walk around, my legs are literally dead.” He says.

“How? I thought Marinette was lying on your legs?” B says and Jason huffs.

“Yeah, she is, but I’m also scrunched up back here because Replacement just had to have the other good seat. I have long legs, B, I’m dying.” Jason says.

“Tt. If you were dying, I would not be forced to hear your voice.” Damian snarks, not even opening his eyes. Jason opens his mouth to argue, but is stopped by a finger raising slowly into the air.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhh.” Pix says before dropping her finger back down and shifting around. Jason just rolls his eyes, trying hard not to smile at his baby sister. Maybe he could wait to walk a little longer. He leans up against the window, letting the soft noises of the car lull him to sleep.

---

Marinette Dupain Cheng was not dressed to impress as she walked into the random McDonalds, somewhere in North Carolina. Her dad had wanted to drive the whole way in one day, so at the last stop before she fell asleep, she’d changed into a pair of leggings, fuzzy socks and one of Jason’s old hoodies. Add in slides and a messy bun that could be mistaken for an abstract art exhibit, and Marinette was not willing to talk to anyone. At least, not until she had some coffee. She’s barely able to order her food before she’s following her brothers to a table in the corner. Sitting in the seat between Tim and Jason, she doesn’t even blink at the oddly stick table. It was six in the morning, the cleanliness of a table wasn’t exactly her number one priority. She narrows her eyes as Dick tries to say something to her, not quite able to comprehend his words. Just as she thinks she’s going to fall asleep on the sticky table, a huge cup is placed in her hands. The smell makes her sigh in relief before she takes a giant swig of the coffee, barely registering how hot it is.

“-nette! God, that was definitely too hot.” Dick says. Marinette blinks, the pain in her mouth finally helping her to register the fact that the coffee was too hot. Way too hot.

“Ouch.” She says quietly, eyebrows furrowing together.

“Kid, you’ve gotta be more careful.” Dick says, passing her another cup. She glances at it wearily and he sighs. “It’s a glass of ice water. It’s gonna feel a lot better than the coffee right now.”

“But, coffee.” She says and Dick gives her a look.

“It’s not going to kill you to drink the water. Now eat up. B wants to get back on the road as soon as possible.” Dick instructs and she groans at the food he passes her.

“You are such a dad.” She mumbles, picking apart the weird hash brown patty he’d passed her, eating small pieces of it.

“I officially hate road trips.” Damian says in a matter-of-fact tone. Marinette glances at him sleepily and grins.

“Just wait til we get to Disney, petit oiseau. That’ll be your own personal hell.” She promises him, snorting at the look on his face. In fact, she doubted any of the family would actually enjoy Disneyworld, given the fact Mar’i and Starfire were off planet again. Well, she knew she would enjoy it. But she doubted her brothers or dad would. Selina would enjoy it, until someone inevitably pisses her off and she steals from them and then gets in a major fight with her dad and- yeah. This was definitely one of her dad’s worst plans ever.

---

Dick insists on taking a family picture at the first rest stop inside Florida. He’s grinning at the palm trees and dolphins painted on the ‘Welcome to Florida’ sign with so much excitement, Marinette almost starts to think that this plan wasn’t awful. Almost. Because three seconds later, Damian is charging at Jason with the katana that he had somehow managed to sneak into the car. Which should have been impossible. She purses her lips as she tries to figure it out, when she sees Kaalki and the wide smile on their face.

“Did you open a portal so that Damian could get his sword and attack Jason?” Marinette asks Kaalki tiredly. She was relieved that her dad had decided they would spend the rest of the day at the hotel (once they finally got there, they were still currently stuck at that stupid welcome sign) instead of trying to go to Disney today. She was exhausted, and right now, the Kwami was not helping.

“I only helped him. He’s so small, and he is your brother, you know.” Kaalki says and Marinette snorts.

“So is the one that he’s currently trying to kill, Kaalki. But okay, sure.” She says, rubbing her face tiredly. She did not have the energy to deal with this right now. She sighs as Jason yells, turning on her heel and rushing after Damian.

“Get the fuck away!” Jason screams at Damian.

“Damian, no, drop the sword! Damian, please!” Marinette yells, rushing after him.

“Todd insists that he’s bunking with me. If he’s dead, I don’t have to worry about that.” Damian calls back, continuing rushing towards Jason. Marinette groans, running faster after him. Apparently, he was excessively crabby when tired. Joy.

---

“Do you think I could get away with wearing these all the time?” Dick asks, pointing to the Toy Story themed ears on his head.

“Might make some aspects of life a little hard.” Marinette points out with a grin as she imagines him, in his Nightwing uniform, with Toy Story ears on.

“We’d definitely amuse more villains, that’s for damn sure.” Jason adds with a smirk.

“Like yours are much better.” Dick says with a pout, pointing at Jason’s bright red Lightning McQueen ears.

“At least I’m wearing one of the better Disney characters.” Jason counters, glancing at Tim. Tim just frowns at him, sleep deprivation clear on his face.

“Goofy is one of the original Disney characters, Jason, I will not be accepting criticism.” He says flatly. Marinette giggles.

“What’re you laughing at sparkles?” Tim asks, pointing at the sparkles and huge bow attached to her ears.

“Nothing. Nothing at all, Timmy.” She says with a grin. She glances down at her watch, wondering what’s taking her dad so long. “Mo-Selina, do you think Dad’s alright?” Marinette asks, barely catching herself. She hadn’t asked Selina, or her Dad, if it was okay to call her that. And she didn’t want to be the kid to ruin the vacation. She currently had money on Jason being the one to ruin things, and she didn’t want to self sabotage that bet.

“Oh definitely. He’s probably just having trouble finding the perfect ears. After all, animal ears aren’t really his thing.” Selina teases, giving Marinette’s shoulders a quick squeeze. She grins and leans into her, content as she stands there and watches the door waiting for- yup. That was her dad. Walking out of a store, in public, with Mickey Mouse ears on his head. Oh this is amazing.

“Nice ears, B.” Jason teases and Marinette giggles. Sure, his ears were the most basic out of everyone (just plain black) but it was still hilarious to see her usually serious dad with mouse ears on his head.

“Tt. I cannot believe that you insisted we all wear them.” Damian complains, but Marinette can tell he likes his ears, even if he won’t admit it. They were Stitch themed, which was Damian’s favorite Disney movie. Really, it was one of three that she’d found that he could tolerate.

“I think you all look adorable.” Selina teases, her ears, like Marinette’s, were on a headband rather than a hat. And Selina’s were white with a veil. Marinette adored them.

“Can we please go get some coffee at Friar Nook’s?” Tim asks, looking dead on his feet. She frowns, slightly worried. They’d only been at the park for half an hour and he was already ready to pass out?

“Did you not sleep at all last night?” She asks, her tone slightly teasing but still concerned for him.

“Blame Dick. He snored all. Night. Long.” Tim complains, sighing deeply. Marinette winces.

“Why don’t you switch with Jason? He can sleep through anything.” She suggests.

“Absolutely not.”

“I would rather chew off my own foot.” Tim and Damian speak at the same time, turning to glare at each other before huffing.

“Come on, let’s go do some rides or something.” Dad suggests, and Marinette agrees, trying her best to hype up her brothers. Even though she’d been wary of the trip, and she was still NOT looking forward to the trip back, she could tell her dad wanted this to go well. He was obviously trying to let them have once nice (normal) vacation together. So she was going to do her best to make sure the rest of the trip was as amazing as possible.

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[rinnysega]

The Precipice CH 14 VOID - WIP (Preview)

“There was a day when I was being attacked by a woman with rocks and he was the only one who stood up for me and helped me. It meant a lot to me he did that back then when the refugees first came, and they were cruel to me. And the day he died - he was helping me get through a horrible vision. I have them involuntarily sometimes, and he put his hand on me and helped calm me down from it. He was...a good person, Señora.” 

Anne looked somewhat relieved as she still rubbed the silk of the veil between her thumb and finger. “Thank you for telling me that, Bruno. I was worried for so many years about the man he was turning into. I don’t know what happened with him or with Chepe, but when they grew up, they had a tendency to be crude and violent toward others, and it always bothered me that my sweet Gustavo was turning into someone I was afraid he’d become.”

“What was he like as a child?” Bruno asked.

“Very meek. He was a Mama’s boy,” she joked. “He loved to hear stories from my life in Spain before I came to Colombia. Stories of family and romance. His favorite was how my father met my mother - when the two locked eyes on passing boats in a river. And Gustavo loved to sing with me when I sang our old hymns to him from back home. He always followed me everywhere back then, and believe it or not, he actually used to enjoy going to church before he got older. You know, a memory I think about often is one day when he was about four at the time. You were there actually.” 

“Me?”

Anne nodded. “Yeah. It was about a year or so after the founding of the town. Small children tend to agree with their parents when we point things out to them - at least, that was my experience with Gustavo. He was very quiet when he was small, and I’d say to him, ‘Look at the birds. Aren’t they pretty?’ He would nod and agree - you know how children do. The first time he ever said something to me out of the blue was when I had him with me in line for bread. Your mother was there helping hand out food, and you and your sisters were on a blanket playing together with some toys. I don’t know what happened, but you started crying. It got our attention, and we looked at you crying on the blanket. When your mother excused herself to tend to you, Gustavo squeezed my hand and he said, ‘He’s hurt, Mami.’ It shocked me. It was the first time Gustavo said something without me leading him to feel or think a certain way. It felt like he was becoming a real person - not just my baby. It was so strange to see how his mind worked, that there was something turning in there, and that he was a person with his own thoughts and feelings. To associate in his little head that you crying meant you were hurt...I don’t know how much sense that makes to you, Bruno, but it stayed with me for a long time. I had two sons before Gustavo, but their growing up didn’t affect me as hard as his. I can’t explain it.”

Bruno stared into his tea…

“I’m just so sorry you two never got along. I know I’ve mentioned it before, but, whenever I used to see how women looked at him in town, I…I kind of knew things were happening.” Her voice fell slightly, as if embarrassed about some hushed secret Bruno must have known about so she wouldn’t have to say it. “All those gifts at his death...most of them from housewives and young women the family didn’t know all that well? Believe me, I was a young woman once too, Bruno, I know how they work…” She sighed. “Sometimes I wonder if he had more male friends that were less prone to violence or anger that maybe he would have been someone Alma would have liked. Maybe you and Hernando would have been his friends.” 

“Maybe…”

Anne looked at him. His shoulders had sunk at mention of that name - of course they did. It was still new. She could relate to that aching, and in that moment, Anne reached over and touched his hand. She said to Bruno, “I also like to believe that Hernando and Gustavo are together now, and Paola is with them too. And they won’t ever leave you, Bruno. They’re still here.” She patted his hand in reassurance. “They’re still here.” 

Tears pooled his eyes as Anne stood up and removed her veil for the night, folding it over her arm. “Come with me, Bruno. I want to give you something.”

[jjuzoir]

Random Kageyama Tobio HCS

Word Count: 1851

Warnings: just... me being in love with a m*n other than masumi 😔 also! these are my headcanons as in,,, what i personally i think he’d be like ‼️ also me projecting my ideal man into him (as if he wasn’t it already 😋)

A/N: i... i love tobio so much it’s literally unreal... i couldn’t wait for a request (i’m still working on the remaining 4 too lolol) so take me projecting my love for tobio >:(

— Kageyama normally wears loose fitting clothes or athletic-style clothing. His favorite go to outfits tends to be a loose tee, some loose pants with an obnoxious Nike logo he swears are super cool but look like two garbage bags sewed together, and running shoes. Throw a hoodie in there for colder weather, even then he still manages to look good.

— He takes very good care of his hair, like freaky good care, because of Miwa. Once she enrolled in cosmetology school and she saw Kageyama use the same baby shampoo from when they were kids she freaked out (if she’d been any later he’d start using 3-in-1) and chewed his ear off about hair care. His hair is super shiny and there’s literally no freeze, he uses nice smelling shampoo and conditioner too. Ugh, I love him.

— He has a very sensitive nose but it gets clogged easily so he doesn’t notice much unless it miraculously unclogs itself and he’s complaining about everything.

— “Eh! Hinata, why’d you smell like a fucking axe bottle?!” “Why does no one say anything about Tsukishima smelling like strawberries?” “Yamaguchi smells like... milk.” “Hah?! Sugawara smells bad-?!”

— He says he’s a picky eater to appear cool but as long as you don’t say what’s in the food he’ll down it. He’ll say he doesn’t like carrots but if you give him a salad with carrots he might even say “it’s the best salad he’s ever had”.

— He’s a hot sleeper, and not in the “oh he’s sexy” type of way. I’m talking, he’ll sweat buckets if he sleeps with anything other than a flimsy white t-shirt and his underwear.

— Might be me projecting my love for bunny teeth but he has bunny teeth, his front teeth are a bit bigger than average (not to the point it’s super noticeable but it’s still something Miwa teased him about), his aunties probably squeezed his cheeks and called him “baby bunny” when he was younger.

— He doesn’t go to sleep later than 9PM, he thinks if he does it’ll ruin his schedule (which it will) and fuck up his body - he’s seen Miwa screw up hers after she pulled a bunch of all nighters in her third year in high school and has been afraid since.

— The type to forget people were coming over and come out of his room shirtless asking for his clean underwear.

— His sister forced him to let her cut and style his hair which led to many questionable hairstyles. Tsukishima is genuinely so grateful to Miwa, especially when she was first starting - he’s got some pictures of Tobio with the shortest most embarrassing bangs ever saved in his phone in a file for blackmail if the need for it ever presented itself.

— Likes pissing people off on purpose sometimes, during one of the training camps he probably walked into the bath with socks on and was made fun of but out of spite he just… never took them off. Said he’d done it on purpose and all too. Tanaka cried out of fear for like a hot minute when he saw him standing under the shower with Iron Man socks on.

— He’s so petty too, if you make fun of him for messing up he’ll remember until you embarrass yourself to make fun of you. And when I say he remembers, I mean it - he can’t for his life remember when to use make and do in english but he remembers when Hinata made fun of him for wearing different socks back on their first year and yes he will bring it up on their second year when he did the same thing what are you going to do about it?

— Probably got scouted for a modeling agency once and began running away because he thought they were trying to kidnap him.

— If he had Tiktok… he would’ve gone viral after posting a video of him practicing, he posted for a while for fun and to flex on people that he was hot but then he saw a comment saying they wanted to drink his milk under a video of him drinking milk and he deleted his account, he can’t buy from that brand for a while.

— He’s got a video of a gorilla walking in two legs saved on his phone for when he’s feeling down and watches it whenever he’s not going well. People think he’s texting his S/O but no, he’s just watching a gorilla walk like minecraft Steve.

— He can’t pose for pictures to save his life, his default pose is an NPC stance with his arms stiffly hanging down and his eyes wide in surprise, don’t ask him to smile or else he will look like a serial killer.

— He’s got a bit of baby fat on his cheeks that won’t disappear no matter what. It’s become a pre-game ritual to pinch his cheeks. He’s also got dimples you can really only see when he smiles naturally but he doesn’t know and he’d get shy if he knew and try covering his face so don’t tell him, that’s a fact he told me so himself.

— Cannot dance to save his life. He’s so long (?) his limb control is non-existent, it appears in game and vanishes when he steps out of the court. He really just bounces on his heels and moves his arms like a t-rex, don’t ask more of him.

— Buys his clothes one size bigger just in case and Miwa teases him saying he’ll need them when he gets old and fat.

— Gets asked out often but always rejects, then has the audacity to complain he’s never dated anyone like he hasn’t turned down half of the school's population.

— Can’t sing. He’s got a nice speaking voice but ask him to sing and he’s out of tone, out of sync, out of breath, and out of the room in 5 seconds.

— Sugawara joked about having him singing as his alarm clock and Kageyama actually believed him, probably sent him a new recording as a gift after he annoyed him during practice.

— Surprisingly funny when he wants to but most jokes fly over people’s heads since he seems so serious most of the time, it annoys him to no end. Yachi still struggles differentiating when he is and isn’t joking because his tone literally doesn’t change at all and she doesn’t want to offend him.

— When he was younger he liked to collect rocks, not even the pretty ones he’d pick the most average, raggedy rocks off the ground and clean them up and tuck them to bed because he saw Miwa play with her barbies like that. Still owns his first rock, he named it “Johnson” after Dwayne Johnson, aka the rock (he’s had to explain it so many times he’s exhausted).

— Accidentally drank expired milk once and didn’t notice until his stomach began hurting and he thought he became lactose intolerant and he was inconsolable for days until he realized it had expired like a month ago - he went on a milk shopping spree and the milk sales that week saw a 20% rise from the last few months.

— Tobio had bad handwriting until he was in Junior High because his teachers couldn’t understand him and had him practice calligraphy, his handwriting is now one of the prettiest ones in the team and he’s the official inker of the VBC posters (as designated by Goddess Yachi Hitoka herself).

— His biggest fear for a long time was getting eaten by piranhas because he saw it happen so often in cartoon shows he genuinely thought it was going to be a bigger deal than it turned out to be but for like a solid 6 years of his life he avoided suspicions puddles just in case.

— Kageyama has a habit of rolling and unrolling his sleeves when he’s deep in thought, it soon made way to a habit of checking his wrist watch (he absolutely has a wrist watch, you cannot change my mind on that) but not actually reading it.

— His nails are very pretty, like most setters, he takes very good care of them. They’re filed down to a perfect length and he puts oils and creams, his hands in general are so nice. He takes a lot of pride in them, you know his cuticles are pushed back and trimmed and he could absolutely be a hand model. Kags’ hands are calloused, he’s a volleyball player of course they are, but it’s not to the extent of Ushijima or Daichi’s hands.

— Talking about hands, it’s probably one of his favorite features on people. He loves holding hands with his S/O and tracing the wrinkles in their palm, being able to interlock fingers with them and feel the bumps in them.

— Mumbles to himself when in thought too! Very nonsensical if you’re not informed on what he’s thinking about, if he’s thinking about you he’ll mumble your name or something like “pretty eyes”.

— Has a very healthy diet, like extremely healthy and thought out. He won’t eat anything too sugary or that could throw off his body, but he does have cheat days (which are rare but exist). He also doesn’t drink much soda or alcohol (once he’s of age).

— Things like smoking are a big no, he takes so much care of his body he wouldn’t even touch a cigarette or be near a smoking area, lowkey paranoid of ingesting the smoke too.

— When he’s older I can see him having a dog and a cat, the dog would be a big dog; if they stood on two paws it’d be the same height as you, he’d name or something like Tobias and think he was super clever and funny, the cat would probably a small cat he’d name Milk (it probably would be a black cat too but he does not care).

— Probably tried baby formula because he heard it was a substitute for breast milk. No further comments on this.

— I feel like he doesn’t listen to music, but if he had to choose something he’d pick instrumental music - not orchestral music or anything like that - but more of a chill, no deep meaning just guitar and piano track. I could see him listening to Shego Sekito or Joe Hisashi on occasion, he might even listen to some 2000’s pop if he wants something to pump him up during training (he works out to Brittney Spears’ “Womanizer”).

— A cuddle-bug when he’s sleepy, he’ll throw himself across his S/O and not move at all, he just wants to stay there and not move ever again (or at least until he’s not feeling like passing out). He’ll like to wrap himself around them and cuddle their neck, he’ll attach himself to their arm like it’s a lifeline.

— In other words, Kageyama Tobio… b-boyfriend material.

[erazonpo3]

WOWM

so What Once Was Mine came out and I read it.

My General Thoughts are that this book was something of a rollercoaster but in like a pop up carnival with dubious safety regulations and diseases in the DIY log flume water kind of way. I had some fun reading it but I also feel like I picked up a rash.

If you're like me and you enjoy picking a book apart for morsels of interesting concepts then you might enjoy it, if you think holy shit why the fuck is a literal real historical serial killer in this book I need to see this then you might enjoy it, if you care about engaging plots and character beats then you probably won't.

If you want to ask me anything specific go ahead, but otherwise for more in depth thoughts: spoilers ahead

Basic Summary of the Plot

Okay so here's the deal. The story has the framing device of two siblings in a cancer ward, where one tells the other a story. I'll get into that later, but that's how it starts. Our actual story starts with a pretty long prologue: We learn that the King & Queen got the Moonflower thinking it was the Sunflower, Rapunzel was born with silver hair, and then baby Rapunzel kills a maid who accidentally hurt her when brushing her hair.

Oh, by the way, Max is a human man named Justin Tregsburg. Yeah.

Anyway, the royal family puts out feelers for legit witches who can safely take care of Rapunzel because the baby is too dangerous, and Gothel shows up to take her away. Queen Arianna visits Rapunzel once (but is only allowed to watch through a peephole) and decides watching another woman raise her child is too painful and throws herself into restoring the kingdom's orphanages instead.

Now we're in the present. Rapunzel is nineteen and she wants to go and see the lanterns (a mourning tradition of the Dead princess in this story). She tries to argue with Gothel but gets shut down, and Gothel makes her kill a chicken to prove the point that she can't go outside because she's too dangerous. However we as the audience already know Gothel plans to sell Rapunzel off as a bride or a servant or a weapon to some other nobles, because she's evil.

Also by the way Gothel still has access to our Sundrop Flower and is using it to live forever that's just a thing that happens in the background.

When Gothel is gone Rapunzel watches as a man (Flynn) stores a satchel in a tree outside of her tower, and that motivates her to leave the tower for the first time. Then she goes back inside the tower with her prize of a crown, and a skink she found and named Pascal. Rapunezl and Gothel have another spat, and Rapunzel decides she will run off to see the lanterns and she will find Flynn and make him her guide.

She ends up at the Snuggly Duckling and she doesn't find Flynn but she does find Gina, a young career criminal girl looking to break the glass ceiling. Gina agrees to help her find Flynn. They find Flynn, and he agrees to help guide Rapunzel to see the floating lanterns for a split reward of the crown with Gina.

The Snuggly Duckling gets burned down by Countess Bathory (yes that Elizabeth Bathory) and the Pub Thugs are pissed about it and also they're helping Rapunzel even though she didn't sing the I've Got A Dream song don't worry about it. We learn that the nobles that wanted to buy Rapunzel are now hunting her down so she can go to auction.

Gina takes them to her adopted mother's cottage. Gina's mother is a white witch, who goes by the name of Goodwife. She doesn't get an actual name she's just The Goodwife. Anyhow, the cottage is a magic safe space (for now) and Goodwife teaches Rapunzel that her hair isn't inherently evil and may not even be all that deadly! Rapunzel learns that her hair has other powers too, like the ability to turn skink Pascal into a sentient Chameleon. Yeah.

Also Goodwife tells Rapunzel she's the dead princess but this isn't like, an immediate call to action. Not a lot happens until we get this story's version of the Mother Knows Best Reprise where Gothel finds Rapunzel again but has to flee, but this Rapunzel has a bigger support network and isn't buying it. Flynn and Gina decide the safest course of action is to bring Rapunzel to the castle, but along the way she gets kidnapped by the Countess.

Gothel is pissed because she still wants the money for Rapunzel, so she rallies the armies of all the opposing bidders. Flynn and Gina convince Max the Man to send for his troops, and he joins them in going to the enemy castle. Flynn tries to sneak in, gets caught, and meanwhile there's a bloody battle out the front between the noble armies. Max jumps into the fray, Gina turns around and rallies the Pub Thugs.

Rapunzel uses her shrinking magic (!) to disappear half the castle and escape with Eugene, and the Pub Thugs arrive and basically end the battle. The Captain is dying but it's okay! Rapunzel turns him into a horse :) Also Rapunzel sees Gothel and tells her to fuck off.

The story ends with a tearful reunion between Rapunzel and her parents, Eugene and Gina are implied to be biological siblings, and things are good but of course in direct parallel to Cass Gina leaves at the end to become an adventurer. The end.

(There are a few other smaller plot beats, but you get the idea.)

MY THOTS

So here are my thoughts™.

Framing Device

I'll just state that I didn't like that the story was told via the vehicle of an older brother telling his 16 year old sister a different version of the Tangled Movie in a cancer ward. From what I've heard it also isn't normal for the Twisted Tales series to use a framing device for the AUs either.

I sympathise with the author's personal story, of course I do. That doesn't mean I'm stirred with compassion every time the flow of the story is interrupted to remind you to be sad because this is a story being told to a girl sick with cancer. It feels more than a little tragedy-porny rather than emotionally touching, and maybe that's because I'm too burnt out on real life tragedy to waste emotional energy on fictional cancer patients but we don't need to do Fault In Our Stars discourse again.

Real World References

This story goes heavy with Real World references. And another issue with the framing device as above is that you do feel like this is a story being told by someone namedropping every historical figure they know which makes it harder to get into the story.

There's like... a lot of references to Christianity, particularly in the prologue. There's a priest that thinks Rapunzel's hair is the work of the Devil or whatever. It's a lot. The Patriarchy is a thing. And that's not even getting into the Countess. I put it very succinctly in my notes so I'll paste it here:

I wish she’d just been an OC who could exist to chew scenery because the fact that she was a literal historical serial killer is super. Off putting. Like, she could have been an obvious reference to Bathory, but it feels like Miku Binder Hamilton levels of uncomfortable to me.

I miss Lady D.

Which basically sums up my problem with trying to take the setting of Tangled and put it somewhere in the Real World and somewhere on the Timeline. Who thought this was a good idea.

Misc. Thoughts

So, I used the five highlighter colours my ipad allows to organise my thoughts and organised them accordingly: Yellow for out of place IRL references, Blue for worldbuilding/character points that aren't plot relevant but still interesting, Pink for when something I find personally amusing happens, Purple for when the story feels like it's trying to 1-up the movie in some kind of way and Green for Heterosexual Nonsense. I'll touch on those last two in the Character sections but be prepared.

Also: for a book about giving Rapunzel killer hair, her hair isn't very dangerous. I wanted to see Rapunzel kill someone, and I'm disappointed that I didn't.

Characters

I'll do a deep dive into my thoughts about the characters before wrapping it up. I'm starting with Gina because she's honestly the easiest to get through.

Gina

Gina is a new character introduced for the story. She's a young woman trying to make it as a career criminal but keeps hitting that glass ceiling. So here's the down low, for all those who want to know: Gina is basically Cass, only not really. She's implied to be Eugene's biological sister, as previously mentioned, but you can imagine she's Cass the entire way through without breaking your immersion because if you imagined Cass if she were adopted by a Goodwitch rather than the Captain and had a looser, more wilderness survivor than trainee guard upbringing then you get Gina.

I liked Gina! I think she's fun as her own character too, and her best moments are when she's interacting with her mother Goody Goodwife, and she of course picks up a natural sibling rivalry with Eugene, but I was disappointed with how little she really bonded with Rapunzel because she needed to make room for Eugene and Rapunzel's romance.

Rapunzel

Okay, here's our protagonist. There's a notable effort to make Rapunzel more active in her destiny and whatever, and sometimes it works but sometimes it doesn't. I was worried they'd try to go full butt-kicking girlboss with her but I was pleasantly surprised that Rapunzel was pretty useless in most scenes, genuinely love to see it.

With a more intimate look into Rapunzel's psyche through the medium of prose, we see Rapunzel really questioning Gothel's behaviour even before she leaves the tower, and while I appreciate that she can develop her own cynicism I feel it starts unnecessarily early. This is my purple colour; the movie needs to be "fixed" by showing the readers that this Rapunzel is quicker to distrust Gothel. She's also quicker to hatch a plan to go outside of the tower on her own, and she makes a plan to make Flynn her guide for the lanterns even though he never stumbles upon her in the tower- and even though she has a perfectly rational reason not to trust him which is that he is a stranger and a Wanted Thief.

In the moments where it does work is when Rapunzel is surrounded by her new support network: Flynn, Goodwife and Gina, who encourage her to question Gothel's sincerity, and Rapunzel comes up with her own defences for Gothel so that she can poke through them herself.

I have some other thoughts about Rapunzel's hair and her powers, like how the story provides the interesting concept that her hair gets different powers with the different phases of the moon, but a lot of the powers are uhhh stupid and also I feel like it really robs the story of the whole gripping conflict of "Yes I'm Rapunzel Yes my hair kills people what of it".

In as far as just Rapunzel herself though, she still felt pretty in character nonetheless, and maybe that's all I can ask.

Flynn Rider / Eugene Fitzherbert

My boy I am so sorry. They neutered my boy.

Long story short: Eugene in this story is the sexy lamp. He contributes nothing to the plot except to be there for Rapunzel to drool over. And of course because he won't get any character development, he starts from the very beginning as a sweet soft boi with none of the Flynn Rider characterisation from the movie because we don't have time for that, he needs to be husband material stat.

His whole character is the colour green for Heterosexual Nonsense.

So, here's the problem. In the movie, there's not a lot of time for ~friendship~ between Rapunzel and Eugene because they kind of immediately see each other as a romantic prospect. And whatever, it's a movie and there's only so much time. But this book had the opportunity to take things a bit slower and instead chooses to make Rapunzel get jealous whenever Eugene and Gina interact and for her to be constantly wishing he was holding her hand.

Say what you will about Lost Lagoon, but it tells a good romance story just by virtue of not intending to be a romance story, because the author is trying to convey a strong bond between Rapunzel and Cassandra without using "and they kiss" as a cheatcode. What Once Was Mine says "he was a boy, she was a girl, could it be any more obvious?" and leaves it at that.

Now as for how this all pertains to Eugene's character? Well, it just robs him of any flavour. In the movie there's a clear distinction between Flynn and Eugene, when we learn Eugene's real name about halfway through. We see a clear difference between the Flynn we knew- kind of an asshole, wanated to drop Rapunzel off at the Snuggly Duckling and get rid of her- and Eugene, who is sincere and chooses Rapunzel as his New Dream in opposition to his Old Dream of living alone on an island with a bunch of money.

This version of Eugene is basically Eugene all the way through, because the plot doesn't really need Eugene there but he has to be there because it's a Tangled AU so there's no Rapunzel rescuing Flynn from the guards and healing his hand scene, he just loves her immediately and that's that. They have a little spat at one point but it's cleared up later and not because they actually communicate but because they kiss.

Rapunzel only learns Eugene's real name at the very end of the story, and gives a speech about how Eugene is the real him, but it's just so flat because 'Flynn' has been sincere this whole time? Anyway he does nothing of value for the entire story except be there for Rapunzel to lust after. Eugene I'm so sorry.

Gothel

Gothel's sort of the Big Bad and is characterised as an abusive asshole, the usual. I wish there were a bit more nuance to her character but then again in this story she's not just being passively evil- taking care of Rapunzel for selfish reasons but nevertheless maintaining the status quo- she's being actively evil in trying to sell Rapunzel off.

It's notably funny that Gothel sees the Countess Bathory and is like "what the fuck".

Anyway Gothel in this story also feels very weak in part because this Rapunzel is more critical and in part because this Rapunzel has a new support network. It's for that reason the Mother Knows Best Reprise scene doesn't really work, because the original has Gothel pit Rapunzel against Eugene, whereas she can't do that here so it remains a Gothel vs Rapunzel thing.

She gets a boring death as an epilogue addendum that someone rips out the Sundrop flower, which tbh? lame. It would be a lot more fun if it were open ended but I am also preferential to Rapunzel actually using her killer hair to kill someone. Please

Captain Justin Tregsburg

It's Max. He was a human but then he got turned into a horse. what the fuck you guys

[allegra-writes]

“Heartfelt”

Bar musician! Harry styles x Bartender!Reader

General audiences

Warnings: None

Just some Valentine's day fluff with our favorite green eyed boy. Dedicated to @gaycinnamonrollgirl for giving me the idea, and @tomsrebeleyebrow for patiently listening to me endlessly gush about Harry Styles and still being my friend. Happy belated Valentine's day 💖

"You don't have to say you love me

I just wanna tell you somethin'

Lately you've been on my mind..."

Adore you - Harry Styles

...Oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine

And I got this crazy feeling that I'm gonna ah-ah…

"Bartender, my good friend! I'll have my usual and a plate of your finest chips, if you would be so kind"

It was closing time when Harry, the local musician, sat in front of you, elbows on the bar you were wiping down while humming to Patti Smith's "Gloria".

You raised an eyebrow at him, but the willowy man could see the slight tremble at the corner of your lips, a tell that you were suppressing a smile.

"I'm afraid the kitchen is closed, mister Styles. Sam left an hour ago."

"Yes yes, but I have it from a very good source he left you a big pile of leftover chips before he did," He accused, "you know, as he does every night..."

You frowned in confusion,

"I thought you hated cold fries. That you found them to be, and I quote, soggy and disgusting" 

"I guess you can say I acquired a taste for them" He shrugged, mischievous green eyes sparkling, "Just like you did for this lowlife songwriter in front of you and the heartfelt conversations you share with him" 

"Did you now?" There was an edge of scepticism in your voice, but you were already disappearing inside the kitchen. 

Harry's heart did a little jump as you didn't immediately deny liking him.

"Hey, Joe" he called out, "why don't you go home? I'll help Y/N close when we're done…" 

There was a deaf noise as a young waiter, the only person left in the bar beside the two of you, set the last chair on top of a table. 

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I got this" he reassured him, "did it dozens of times. Go home to your girl"

"Thanks, mate!" The second brit practically skipped on his way to the backroom, but turned around just before reaching the door. "Listen, you know I like you, but if you hurt y/n in any way…"

Harry smiled, genuinely. He could never get mad at anyone that protective of you.

"You know where I live. Pick my sister on the way, though. I think she would like to join you."

Joe rolled his baby blues,

"I know you're not a creep. I meant her heart"

"Yeah, me too…"

Whatever your friend saw inside Harry's eyes was enough to convince him. He nodded and left, as the musician got up to lock the front door and turn the "open" sign off. 

If you noticed Joe's absence at your return, you didn't comment on it, simply setting the giant pile of chips and two cans of cherry cola you were carrying, down in front of Harry, who had returned to his seat. 

"Ah, you always have the good stuff!" the sigh that left his lips as he took the first sip of the soda was not unlike the one any of your regulars made after the first taste of something strong after a hard day. 

"Rough night?" 

"Kind of. Good show though, so at least I have that going on for me…" 

"It really was, I'm actually impressed" You had to confess, "And surprised too, it was a bold choice going acoustic on a night like this, with such a big audience," So many people had gathered to see the show that the bouncer had to start rejecting people so you wouldn't have trouble with the fire department "but it definitely worked" 

There was a slight blush on the singer's cheeks when he replied, far more humble than you were used to,

"Well, you know, Valentine's day and all that. The band, all have boyfriends and girls they wanted to spend the evening with…"

You tilted your head,

"And you didn't?" It was hard to believe, when almost every night he played there you would see him leave with a different, always sculptural, painfully perfect girl. Or man. 

Harry didn't reply, choosing instead to stuff his face with stale fries.

"Alright then" You raised your shoulder in surrender, "keep your secrets…"

He squinted in disbelief,

"Did you just quoted The Lord of the Rings at me?"

"Did you just recognize my Lord of the rings quote?" You countered.

"You are such a nerd!"

"Look who's talking, chicken little!" You gestured at his powder blue sweater with a yellow baby chick at the front and herringbone pants. 

"Oi!" His manchester accent popped out, like it always did whenever he lost his cool "I'll have you know, this is Gucci"

You scoffed,

"That doesn't make it any better, it just means that you spent a shit load of money to look like my third grade teacher, mister Harrington!" 

"Ok, first of all," he countered, "your teacher sounds awesome and second-"

An inelegant snort escaped your mouth. Harry's emerald eyes pinned you down. 

"Second of all, you're no one to talk either, kitten hoodie" 

You could feel the heat creeping up your cheeks. Praying he couldn't see your blush in the dim light, you took a mouthful of soda to cool you down. 

For a moment, none of you said anything, the sweet notes of Fleetwood Mac's "Dreams" the only thing filling the silence.

… Players only love you when they're playing

Women, they will come and they will go...

"Listen, y/n-"

"If I'm being honest-" 

He chuckled,

"I'm sorry, ladies first" 

"Now I'm not sure if I wanna tell you…"

"Come on" A grown ass man pouting should not be that cute, "I want to know"

You feigned a long suffering sigh,

"Fine, if you must know- If you must know, I actually like your new style. It's way better than that... rock and roll cliche... thing you had going on when we first met" You gestured vaguely in the direction of his body, "You know, the long hair, black clothes, doc boots…" 

He flinched, 

"Ugh, Don't remind me. I was trying too hard back then. And not only with my clothes, with my music too"

"Oh, yeah, I remember. All you used to sing about was" You chose your words carefully, "frisky girls and being horny…" 

"Well, to be fair, I still sing about being horny"

"Yeah, but now you're…"

You trailed off, unsure of how you could explain the difference, the change in your feelings towards his music, without explaining the change in your feelings towards the man that made it.

However, Harry would not let it go that easy. He was used to you being sharp, opinionated, guarded. Now there was a crack on that armour, and he wanted to see what was underneath it. 

You hadn't even realized how close you had leaned into each other until his hot breath fanned over your face.

"Now I'm what, y/n?"

More real. More mature. More emotional, as if he had finally found the link, made the connection between sex and love. 

"More open"

Harry smiled,

"Open. Yeah, I like that…"

So close. He was so close now, his malaquite eyes were out of focus. So close you could feel his magnetic field, the gravity of his atoms pulling in yours.

"Harry…" 

Never in his twenty seven years of life and over ten as a musician, had he heard a more beautiful sound than his name, breathlessly falling from your lips.

"Yes?" He murmured, lips ghosting over your soft, perfect ones.

"No"

"No?"

"No" You repeated, more firmly, taking a step back, putting as much space between the two of you as possible, "I know what this is"

"And what is this, y/n" To your surprise, he didn't sound mad, or demanding. He sounded confused and sad. Dissapointed but unsurprised, as if he had expected it to go south or… never had dared expect it would actually happen at all. 

"A bad idea" You explained, "with guys like you, is always the same: You have beautiful women throwing themselves at you every night. And you take them home with you cause why wouldn't you? You are young, and free and hot. There is nothing wrong with taking what's being offered" 

"Y/n-"

"I'm not saying it's your fault" You went on, ignoring him, "And I'm not saying you don't fall in love, sometimes. But that's the exception, not the rule, and I… I'm the kind of girl that's the rule. Not the exception"

Harry had always thought the worst that could happen to him was losing your friendship. Finally making a move, a real move, and getting rejected by you. He thought that was the definitive pain, the one that would obliterate him, if things were not to work out. And he was almost certain they would not work out. 

But sitting there, in front of you, separated by a wooden bar that might as well have been the great wall of china as you stood there, arms around yourself, small and defenseless as you explained to him all the reasons why you wouldn't allow yourself to love him… that was way worse. 

"What if you already were my exception?" He blurted out, before he could stop himself, "What if I was in love with you?"

You laughed, bitterly.

"Harry, I'm not even your type. I've seen you leave night after night with models and socialites and actors, each one more surreally stunning than the last one…" You didn't have a bad self esteem, you didn't. You considered yourself attractive, but the people Harry usually went for were on a whole different level.

"Yes, but that's only because the most absolutely perfect woman in the world for me, keeps me at arm's length!" He rubbed his face in frustration, "And it's so maddening, so fucked up, the way I can't even get away from her long enough to get over her, because even the pain of seeing her every night knowing I can't touch what I see, that I will never have her, is better than the pain of being away from her. 

So I keep on taking home the hottest people I can find hoping they will keep me distracted long enough to fill the hours until I can see her again… until I can-"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Never, in all the time you had known each other, had Harry given you a single signal indicating he had any kind of feelings for you. Your relationship had always consisted of friendly banter and quip battles. Sure, you could get flirty sometimes, but you were a bartender, flirting was pretty much your customer service voice, and he was a musician, he would flirt with his own shadow if he could.

Harry opened his mouth to explain, but a familiar melody started coming from the still working speakers.

Walk in your rainbow paradise

Strawberry lipstick state of mind…

"Hey, this is my song!" You didn't quite understand why he seemed so marveled, "You never added any of my songs to your playlist before!"

Oh. Oh.

"Yeah, well" Harry could now clearly see your darkened cheeks as you stumbled over your words, "I guessed I never liked one of your songs so much before" 

This time, he was the one blushing and avoiding your eyes.

"What would you say if I told you-... If I told you I wrote this one for you?"

"I'd say you're full of shit" You scoffed, "Didn't you tell me you only ever wrote about girls you had dated?"

"No," he corrected, "I said I only ever wrote about women that had broken my heart…"

"How did I break your heart?"

Harry sighed. Your walls were back up, higher than ever, and he didn't know how to break through them. It wasn't your fault -and had it been your fault, truth was he could never blame you either, there was something about you that made it physically impossible for him to get mad at you- you spoke from experience, he didn't need to unlock the secrets of your past, didn't need the details. It was obvious you had been burned before, and though he hated it, hated them for whatever they had done to you, he couldn't fault you for trying to protect yourself.

Not when he wanted to protect you too. 

"You didn't like me, back when we first met"

"Harry-"

"No, it's ok. You didn't like me, and you were right not to like me. I know you probably didn't realize it but, that first time you rejected me, when I flirted with you that very first night and you rolled your eyes at me… you changed my life"

"What? How??"

"You weren't wrong, I was a cliche. And I was trying way too hard, to be cool, act like a rockstar… but you took a look at that guy, at that though, playboy, sex, drugs and rock 'n roll guy… and you hated him" Harry snickered. You didn't understand what about all that was so funny, "I had created that guy so that everyone would like him, and you hated him. And the funny thing is-" He finally met your eye. No, he caught your eye and imprisoned them, "The funny thing is, you hating me for what I wasn't, somehow allowed me to start being myself a little bit more, because if you already disliked me… then I had nothing to lose" 

You didn't quite know what to say to that.

His bright green eyes were unable to face yours, choosing instead to focus on the palms he was picking at,

"Is that why you… uhm…" You pointed at his sweater.

"Yup" He admitted, "I showed up here one day, on laundry day, in one of my old nerdy sweater vests and you smiled, when you saw it"

"I remember that!" You chuckled, "It was the brown striped one, it almost looked like a crop top, cause it obviously didn't fit anymore"

Harry nodded,

"I may have had a couple grow spurts since I got that in high school" 

"Ok, but, you made it work somehow…" 

"Thank you. The point is…" he turned serious again, his deep, rich voice even more hypnotic than usual. Or maybe it was just you, for the first time allowing yourself to enjoy it without reservations. "The point is, you didn't like cool Harry, but you liked the real me. Even if just a little bit, and that meant the world to me. I… I adored you because of it. So I wrote a song for you, cause even if I couldn't say it to your face, I had to get it out. Just like I had to get this out tonight"

He opened his arms wide, in his typical ta-da gesture, sad, resigned smile on his face, before getting up from his stool, grabbing his jacket and guitar case.

"You don't have to say anything, I don't expect you to love me back" He declared, "I just- I thought I'd let you know. Valentine's day and all that."

He turned to leave, his own voice still signing in the background,

I'd walk through fire for you, just let me adore you

 Oh, honey…

"Harry, wait!" You almost fell on your face, trying to jump over the bar, but managing to stop him right before he reached the door. His poorly concealed smirk told you he might have seen your little show, but you didn't care.

"Did you mean it? That you'd do anything for me?" 

"I did" He confirmed, earnestly, "I still do. Anything you want, just say the word"

"Well then," you took a step towards him, that he mirrored without even noticing, "what about a date? A daytime date. At a public place." You clarified. Harry did smirk at that.

"What's the matter, afraid you won't be able to keep your hands off me?" He teased, leaning closer. 

"Don't ruin this, Styles" You warned, raising to your tiptoes to meet him eye to eye.

His smile faltered, replaced by the most sincere intensity you had ever seen on his handsome face,

"Wouldn't dream of it, bartender" He whispered, before capturing your lips with his.

[janetbrown711]

My headcanons about Queen Angelina II

Majority of these can be seen in this fic, so if you like the idea go check it out ;)

Also- a handful of these are shared with the lovely @madelynartz, who also has fantastic takes on her, so be sure to check out their post too

If you want me to draw/write any of these specific headcanons/moments, just send an ask and I’ll probably do it

I’ll (likely) be making another, seperate post for William when i feel like it

Update: I have

This is gonna be a long post-

Early Life:

Her parents weren't very loving or caring, only ever wanting her to work on her studies and singing

Her mother was worse than her father, as she was egotistical and always critical of Angelina II and always seemed to find problems with things and people that made her happy

Her mother also always went by her full name (You had to refer to her as Queen Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca the First- she wouldn't let people shorten it)

Naturally- Angelina resented her mother and with that, her own name.

She hates it when people say her full name- "Just Angelina is fine"

But if she especially likes you, you can call her Lena ;)

Since the only thing her parents approved of was studying, she devoured the entire castle library as a child, which left her often more informed than her tudors, which left her bored during lessons and she quickly became a "smart-ass" as she liked to talk back and figure out the ways she could get out of lessons

She hated the idea of getting betrothed, and any time a suitor would come over, she'd attack his pride in any form she could think of to get them to hate her, and she was successful

One of the suitors was Prince Salazar

She hated Salazar the most

Despite her attitude being well known across several kingdoms, rumors of her beauty and wonderous singing kept them coming

Her father, King Harold the Eighth, died when she was 10, and she could hardly say she really grieved him, but it made her mother more distant and sometimes outright cruel

She met William when he was 15 in the royal stables when he was training to be a squire

He fell in love instantly, though Angelina wanted to get to know him first

They were the best of friends since they met, though it was obvious Queen Angelina I disapproved

However, after awhile Angelina just stopped caring about what her mother thought entirely and was much better off

She and William loved to garden together, and always planted new flowerbeds in the palace garden every spring

William proposed when he was 22 and she was 21

Obviously she said yes, but they had to keep it hidden from her mother, who would likely take William away

Luckily for them, Angelina I died a month after he proposed, and the two were quickly married.

Yakko:

Yakko was born 10 months after their wedding

Angelina fell in love instantly, declaring him to be the cutest baby she had ever seen

She's terrible with names, and never named her children until after they were born

She hated the idea of giving him a really long and convoluted name, or a name that was in her family (like Harold the 9th)

And so Yakko it was

She didn't expect motherhood to be so exhausting, but hearing Yakko's laugh for the first time made everything worth it to her

Yakko began babbling at a younger age than most, and he babbled constantly, even in his sleep. Angelina loved to just sit and listen to him try to tell stories in nonsense baby language

However, Yakko seemed to have a preference for hearing William give the bedtime stories, as when she tried to read he got fussy

Once he was able to explain he said "daddo does the voices" and that he preferred her lullabies anyway

It hurt at first, but she understood. William was an excellent story teller, though he did have a tendency to ramble at times

Yakko's favorite story was of how they met

She's very protective, and if he was sick or hurt, she'd never leave his side

Her hair used to be very, very long but once Yakko was able to grab things and kept yanking her hair, she chopped it all off and has kept it short ever since

Wakko:

Wakko didn’t cry or breathe when he was born, so for the first moments of his life, Angelina and William feared he was dead

He wasn’t dead though, and they rejoiced greatly, and cried a lot

Angelina refused to let go of him though, and they were only able to get Wakko away from her when she fell asleep from exhaustion

After about a week or so, she relaxed more, but she needless to say her protectiveness went to new heights 

“Lena, Yakko slept in a crib all the time, it’s fine-” “How do you know that?” “Lena, I was there.”

William did always have a way to reassure her though

However, the extra layer of protectiveness was kinda needed for Wakko, as he loved to bite and chew on everything and anything he could get his little hands on (including his own tail)

She eventually gained what William described as a “sixth sense” where she could just tell when Wakko put something he wasn’t supposed to in his mouth.

Wakko didn’t talk much when he was young, especially when compared to Yakko, though his brother seemed to get him to talk even more than his parents could

They didn’t mind though, whatever worked, worked

Wakko loved following Yakko everywhere he went the moment he could crawl. Angelina thought it was adorable.

Wakko had a tendency to hurt himself a lot (whether by tripping, crashing, bitting his tail too hard, etc.) which forced Angelina to learn that he’ll be okay, and not to overreact or panic, as he was most certainly not made of glass

Angelina had a tendency to be a worry-wart

Dot: 

Angelina became pregnant with Dot right before tensions with Ticktockia started to rise, but William was determined not to let that ruin their optimism about having another child that was hopefully a girl

Angelina really wanted a girl bc Yakko and Wakko didn’t like dressing up and she really hoped a girl would, though she knew there wasn’t ever a guarantee, but she hoped

Angelina went into labor in the middle of a meeting with an ambassador from Ticktockia, but forced herself to finish it bc she ain’t a quitter

Despite Dot being her third child, she took the longest to actually deliver (two days), likely due to the exhaustion from countless meetings with Ambassadors and the stress of trying to avoid war bc King Salazar decided past treaties suddenly didn’t mean anything

Angelina had originally been against giving her her name, as she still associated it with her mother, but William said that he only thought of her, and that she was a much better mother and person than Angelina I could’ve ever been, which changed her mind.

However, she had thought of the name Dot before she was born, and liked it to so she and William agreed they’d just call her that for short, and if you asked them “how is Dot short for Princess Angelina blah blah blah the Third, they’d reply “it just is”)

Though she wouldn’t tell Yakko or Wakko, Dot was most certainly the cutest baby of them all

Wakko and Yakko loved to just... stand over Dot’s crib and watch her do things

Wakko also didn’t grasp what a baby was, and would often try to make her do things, and when she wouldn’t he’d get upset and Angelina or William would have to explain why she can’t play with him with the toy soldiers

She’d often just ramble on and on to Dot as she slept while William watched the boys, talking about the new treaties going up, and how worried she was about what Salazar would do if he didn’t agree with the new treaties and deals. It made her feel better. 

To also ease her worries, she taught Yakko how to take care of his sister. How to burp her, how to change her, how to give her a bath, etc. She hated thinking about what could possibly happen, but knowing they’d survive somehow made her feel much better. 

Dot was three months old when the attack happened, and Angelina wished she had had more time with her before dying.

Misc. (bc I refuse to end on a bad/depressing note)

She had family portraits made after each of her kids were born bc she wanted to always remember how cute of babies they were

Her lullabies worked like magic in terms of getting the three of them to sleep

If you asked her, she thinks Yakko has her eyes, Wakko has her nose, and Dot has her eyes and face shape

In the space between her mother dying and their wedding, she met Hello Nurse, who was a childhood friend of William’s, and they hit it off quite well- so much so that Angelina offered her a job in the castle, but she refused, saying she had plans with some doctor in Acme Falls, which Angelina respected. 

She one time tried to practice knitting in hopes of knitting the kiddos a blanket, but she was  t e r r i b l e  at it, and gave up after a week of trying

William and her liked to throw balls at least once a year, and everyone agreed they were the best dancers out there (what they didn’t know was how much practice Angelina had to put in to get a sense of rhythm- she was a terrible dancer, and William’s natural grace when dancing far exceeded her own)

Despite others protesting, Angelina always suspected that the reason tension was growing with Ticktockia was because Salazar was jealous and upset that she married some random knight rather than him (a theory that was proven right to her right before her death)

Her favorite food was bananas

William was a huge cuddler, so they’d cuddle close every night

she personally tutored Yakko on things like history and geography, as she felt those tended to be the most boring classes, and she wanted to have some part in his education, as she hated all of her teachers when she was a kid

She often didn’t know when to shut up, which did end up costing her in the end, but she didn’t regret a single word she said before her death, as Salazar deserved every bit of it.