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Some BS2 sketchbook stuff from the other week. Because stylising characters is hard. ✨
#the Sinclair here was what ended up being the big piece we posted the other day#there was also an Eleanor but we didn't like how her eyes came out#we should post our sketchbook work more#modern social media has really jacked up our need for organisation but tumblr it's like lmao people don't care we just wanna see blorbos#show me the businessman I do not care if it's a stick figure with a cigerette saying YALL#atticus 🍰#Bioshock#Bioshock 2#art#fanart#augustus sinclair#Sofia lamb#subject delta#big sister
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𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡, chapter 6
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ! 3.1k
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ! girly stuff, mentions of ED's, modeling, bonding with the girls :)
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ! this chapter was more of a serena, y/n, blair bonding moment so there's a lot of fluffy girly things. but ofc it's gossip girl so there's a teeniest bit of drama. but this is a nate fic so there's a sprinkle of nate content in there as well hehe
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You sat alongside Serena and Eleanor, Blair's mom who had just flown back in from Paris. After the whole Ivy week mixer debacle, they had made up the next day and you were so glad that you didn't have to deal with their petty fights.
You sat in Blair's living room, catching up with Eleanor. Blair was still asleep and you wanted to wake her up but Eleanor insisted she got her beauty sleep.
Serena looked up and a smile curved on her lips once she saw Blair had woken up. "Hey, you're up!"
"Did we have plans?" Blair questioned as she analyzed the scene in front of her. Before either you or Serena could respond, her mother spoke.
"Darling, it's impolite to interrupt, mwah." She gave her daughter a air kiss as she took a seat next to you. You gave Blair a sympathetic smile, you knew she had a somewhat complicated relationship with her mother. "I was just telling Serena and Y/N that Benedel's is interested in carrying my line."
Blair's eyes lit up with genuine excitement as she processed her mother's words. "Really? Oh, that's fantastic. Why didn't you say something?"
Eleanor chuckled softly, a hint of pride in her voice. "I came back from Paris to put together my lookbook and if they like what they see, it could be the beginning of an entire lifestyle collection - like Winfrey's."
Eleanor gave you a smile as you nodded. Your mother's company had become one of the most coveted brands in the fashion industry, known for its elegance and sophistication. You returned Eleanor's smile with warmth, feeling a sense of pride in your mother's accomplishments.
"That's incredible, Eleanor," you replied, admiration evident in your voice. "I'm sure Benedel's will be thrilled to have your line. And a lifestyle collection? That's ambitious, but knowing your eye for design, I have no doubt it'll be a huge success."
"Mom, that's amazing! I'm so happy for you." Blair's eyes gleamed with excitement as picked up a croissant and tried to bit into it.
"Before you tuck into that, you might find the low-fat yogurt more appealing." Eleanor gave Blair a look before she nodded, dropping the croissant.
Serena glanced around awkwardly before getting up from the couch to take a better look at Eleanor's clothes.
You gazed at Eleanor, annoyance filling your expression. You liked Blair's mother but she can bit controlling at times and you hated seeing Blair undermined like that. But you also knew that Blair's relationship with her mother was complicated, filled with expectations and pressures that often left Blair feeling suffocated and vying for her attention.
You opened your mouth to speak only to be cut off by Blair and her glare. She knew you hated how her mother treated her but she didn't need your words, especially now.
"I lost two pounds while you were away." Blair smiled at her mother.
"And you look marvelous." Eleanor grinned back before her eyes moved toward Serena, who was looking at the dresses.
"Wow these are beautiful, Mrs. Waldorf." Serena exclaimed, admiring the elegant designs on display.
Eleanor's smile widened at the compliment. "Well they will be when they're not all squished from travelling." Eleanor moved by Blair and walked toward Serena and you could tell Blair was saddened by that.
You have her a sympathetic smile, taking her hand and squeezing it for reassurance as she watched Serena and her mother interact.
"When everything is unpacked, I would love to hear your thoughts. You do have such great personal style." Eleanor praised as she looked to glance at you as well. "And Y/N, I know you did some modeling in Paris. I'd love to see you in some of my dresses."
You offered a grateful smile at Eleanor's words, feeling a surge of appreciation for her acknowledgment. "Thank you, Eleanor. I'd be honored but..." You looked back at Blair before continuing. "I left that in Paris, it was too much pressure."
Blair's grip on your hand loosened slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing her features before she quickly masked it with a smile. "Y/N would love, Mom. She'd would look stunning in your designs."
Your eyes widened in surprise but before you could respond, Serena did. "Actually, all of us plans today."
"We do?" Blair looked confused as she glanced between you and Serena.
You nodded in agreement with Serena's sudden declaration, improvising on the spot. "Yes, we do. Remember? We talked about going shopping downtown for the sleepover next week."
Blair's confusion shifted to a smile of excitement as she caught on to the plan. "Oh, right! How could I forget? That sounds perfect. Sorry, Mom, we'll have to take a rain check on unpacking those dresses."
Eleanor smiled, seemingly pleased with the plan. "That sounds lovely. I'll look forward to seeing you all later. And Y/N, we can discuss the modeling another time if you're interested."
You nodded gratefully. "I'll let you know if I change my mind."
As you made your way out of the room, you couldn't shake the feeling of being caught between Blair's desire to please her mother and your own apprehensions about being drawn back into the fashion world. But for now, you focused on the prospect of spending time with your friends outside the confines of Upper East Side drama.
Or so you thought.
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"Oh my god, Blair!" You squealed as you watched your friend flush in slight embarrassment, but a genuine smile was evident on her face. "I left you guys alone for an hour and now Blair has a modeling gig? That's amazing."
You, Serena and Blair were all sitting on her bed as Is and Kati looked at the dresses.
"It's for my mom's line and it's a one time thing," Blair interjected but you could tell she was really happy to be finally included in her mother's business. "I'm only doing it as a favor."
Serena grinned, nudging Blair playfully. "Oh, come on, Blair! Don't play it down. It's gonna be so hot and the clothes are gorgeous."
"They're alright." Blair glanced at Kati, a grin on her face.
"Oh, shut up. They're amazing and you're gonna make them look more amazing." You rolled your eyes playfully as Blair shoved you, a blush on her face.
"Like I said, I'm only doing it as a favor to my mom." Blair's voice sounded irritated but there was a hint of excitement in her eyes as she smiled.
Serena chuckled, shaking her head. "Yeah, yeah, humble as always, Blair."
You couldn't help but laugh along with Serena as Blair gave her a mock glare before she turned back to Kati and Is. "The hair and make-up test is tonight." She beamed as everyone squealed in excitement for Blair.
"I think this is my best pose," Kati declared, striking a dramatic pose with her hand on her hip and a playful smirk on her face.
Isabel laughed, shaking her head. "That's because you can't see what you look like. You're just a hand model, that's it. The right way is this,"
Isabel striked a pose, popping out her hips with a kissy face before you and Blair shook your heads. Blair got up and joined in, imitating Isabel's pose with exaggerated flair.
"Uh-uh, uh-uh, girls. This is how you do it. Gotta curve your spine forward along--" Blair began before Serena got up, shaking her head with a laugh escaping her mouth.
"Oh no! You guys are doing it all wrong. Look you're missing the key," Serena declared, stepping forward with a smirk. With a quick, fluid motion, she struck put her hand on her hips. "You gotta put the hand on the hip... and pop. That's how you do it."
"Pop, pop, pop." Blair moved her hips.
Everyone began copying her pose as you let out a loud laugh, your head falling back in the bed as Blair rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. "Oh look! The professional model is laughing at us, sorry we don't have as much experience as you do."
You grinned mischievously, your eyes sparkling with amusement. "Hey, everyone starts somewhere, right? But you've got potential, Blair. Maybe with a little more practice, you'll be giving me a run for my money."
Blair rolled her eyes again but couldn't suppress a grin. "If you're so good at it, then show us. Or are you scared?"
You raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. "Scared? Please, Blair. You know me better than that. But fine, challenge accepted."
With a dramatic flourish, you stood up from the bed and stepped forward, adopting a confident pose. You put your hand on your hip, tilted your head slightly, and flashed a confident gaze at the group.
The room erupted in laughter as you strutted back and forth, hamming it up for your audience. "Watch and learn, ladies," you declared with a playful smirk.
"Wow, I'm truly in the presence of greatness," Blair teased, clapping her hands in mock applause as you finished your impromptu performance.
You took a bow, grinning from ear to ear. "Thank you, thank you. I'll be signing autographs later."
Blair chuckled, shaking her head in amusement. "Oh, please, don't let the fame get to your head."
Serena playfully nudged you. "I think we've found our new Queen of the Catwalk."
"You know... That's what they called me in Paris."
"Oh, please! You didn't even do any Catwalks." Blair teased as you scoffed.
You shrugged, a playful glint in your eyes. "Details, Blair. Details."
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You and Serena looked at Eleanor's dresses on set as Blair was doing her first photoshoot. You looked back at her, a proud smile on your face as Serena examined the dresses.
As you and Serena admired Eleanor's dresses on set, a sense of pride washed over you. Blair looked stunning as she posed for her first photoshoot but you could tell she was a little nervous. But you couldn't blame her - the first time you did a shoot, you threw up before and after.
"You look amazing, Blair!" you called out, unable to contain your admiration as Blair rolled her eyes in mock annoyance.
"Okay, let's take five!" The photographer called out.
You walked over to begin talking to Blair but Serena stayed, examing the dresses more. But then she began listening over to the photographer speak.
"Who chose this girl?" He spoke quietly, annoyance dripping from his words.
"Eleanor? Why?"
"She's so prim... stiff, like a bookcase. It's unnatural." He spoke candidly, his dissatisfaction evident in his tone.
"Yeah but she looks stunning in the clothes, don't you agree?"
"Mhm... to my eyes, like a Goddess. To this eye," he pointed to the camera. "Bleh, like a statue. She needs to let go, loosen up, have fun."
Serena let out a huff before she began walking over to you and Blair, masking her irritation at the photographer. "Hey! First of all, you look amazing."
"Amazing is an understatement." You added as Blair laughed.
"But look, can I give you a tip?" Serena spoke as Blair's expression turned from excited to slightly annoyed.
"How did I know this was coming." Blair sighed as you and Serena shared glances.
"No, no, no. Look all you need to do is... maybe you could uh, loosen up? You know, shake it out." Serena grabbed her arms and began shaking her hair, blowing raspberries as you laughed.
"Yeah, yeah. She's right, Blair. Shake it out." You began encourage her, mimicking Serena's playful gestures as you tried to lighten the mood.
Blair looked back at the crew and then back at Serena.
"Um, maybe you could be goofy. Like when we were ten and we would dance around to Genie in a Bottle in your mom's clothes." Serena began jumping around as Blair flushed nervously under the photographer's gaze, which you caught on.
She glanced at you and Serena, a desperate look in her eyes. "Help me."
"Um, okay..." Serena looked back at you for any suggestions and you nodded.
"Act like a tiger!" You exclaimed, jumping into the impromptu role-play. "Come on," you began roaring as Serena and Blair exchanged glances before laughing.
Serena nodded, getting into character as she roared, imitating a tiger's movements. Blair hesitated for a moment, but then she too began to channel her inner tiger, prowling and growling with exaggerated ferocity.
"No, no. You gotta roar." Serena laughed as she threw her head back, roaring as you let out a laugh. "Yeah, that's it, Blair! Give me tiger."
Blair's initial hesitation melted away as she joined in the fun, letting out a playful roar that echoed through the room.
"Now let's do a prettier one, you're Venus in the half shell, right." Serena spoke as she gave a pouty face, putting her hands on her collarbones. "So, just look up."
You both followed Serena's lead, adopting a more serene expression as she lifted her chin and gazed upward with a soft, dreamy expression.
The photographer, impressed by Blair's transformation, snapped away, capturing each moment with precision and skill. With each click of the camera, Blair's confidence seemed to grow, her natural beauty shining through with undeniable grace and charm.
"Guys! Guys! Let's do something crazy, like Britney with the umbrella." You exclaimed as they both nodded. "Britney with the umbrella, go!"
Blair pretended to have an umbrella in her hand as she struck a dramatic pose, channeling Britney during her infamous umbrella incident as she shouted. Serena joined in, pretending to shield herself from the umbrella with exaggerated movements.
"I'm the car! I'm the car!" Serena spoke as she pretended to get hit by the umbrella as you laughed, joining in Blair as they continued the playful reenactment, adding their own comedic flair to the scene.
As the impromptu photoshoot came to an end, you, Blair and Serena collapsed onto the nearest couch, breathless from laughter. "Thank you, guys. Seriously,"
Serena nodded in agreement, her own laughter still echoing in the room. "Anytime, B. We've got your back, always."
You grinned, nudging Blair playfully. "Hey, that's what besties are for, right? Besides, it was a blast! It's kinda making me miss Paris-"
"No, no. You're not leaving us anytime soon." Blair pulled you and Serena closer as you both collapsed on her, laughter escaping your lungs. Despite the challenges and drama of the past, moments like these reminded you why you had decided to stick around.
"Alright, alright," Serena chuckled, trying to catch her breath. "No one's going anywhere. We're in this together, remember?"
You nodded in agreement, feeling a surge of gratitude for the friendship you shared with Blair and Serena. "Definitely."
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"God, your mom can be a..." You paused, trying to find an appropriate word. "She can be a handful."
"You can say it. A bitch." Blair spoke blatantly as you and Serena shared a glance before laughing.
She had just told you what had happened in this morning. This morning was supposed to be the photoshoot but her mom apparently fired her (but then blamed it on the photographer) but she didn't tell Serena. Serena had showed up, thinking that you and Blair were on your way but then realized that Eleanor had chosen Serena to be her model without her consent.
Of course, Blair was angry but now it's all in the past. You guys then stole all of her dresses from the shoot and went out to take pictures in the city, which was fun.
Blair shrugged, trying to brush off the incident with a nonchalant smile. "Well, what's done is done. At least we made the most of it, right? And stealing all those dresses was definitely worth it."
You sat up in her bed with a smile as you nodded. "I hope she doesn't get too mad. I don't want my mom to get more angry phone calls from Eleanor."
"Remember that time you and Serena snuck me out and went to that party at the Hamptons?" Blair's eyes sparkled with amusement as she reminisced about past adventures. "Now that was a night to remember."
"Yeah and my mom still lectures me about it." You rolled your eyes as Serena let out a giggle.
Serena chuckled, shaking her head. "Your mom's lectures were legendary. But hey, it was all worth it for the memories, right?"
You and Blair let out a couple giggles before you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. Serena and Blair began talking and you pulled it out, reading the Caller ID.
Nate :)
You looked around before you let it go to voicemail, putting it back in your bag.
Serena gave you a glance before putting a chip in her mouth, observing you. "Who was that?"
"Oh, just my dad," you replied casually, trying to keep your tone nonchalant as you shrugged. "Probably just checking in or something."
Serena raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Aren't your parents at an event right now?"
You chuckled nervously, feeling a flush at the obvious lie. "Well you know they like know where I'm at and... uh, stuff."
You didn't know why you were lying. Everyone knew you and Nate were best friends so why did it matter that he was calling you in the middle of the night? And why were you anxious for him, did something happen?
You and Serena decided to the spend the night at Blair's after a movie but as soon you saw they were asleep, you snuck out of bed and into the bathroom to listen to Nate's message.
"Hey, I know you're probably asleep but uh... I just wanted to try and see if you were up to talk." Nate paused before he sighed. "I really messed up tonight and I don't really know what to do. I did something that I thought was good for me but it ended up costing me and Chuck a lot."
"I know I should have talked to someone about it first, but things have been crazy lately, and I just acted on impulse. I feel stupid and I wish I could take it all back. And I know we said we were gonna keep things platonic, but I just needed to hear your voice."
There was another pause, and you could hear the strain in Nate's voice. "You always know how to make sense of things. I missed talking to you and uh, I'm really glad we talked and we're all good again. I hope you're not mad at me for calling so late. Call me back when you get this. Goodnight."
The message ended with a soft click.
#gossip girl#nate archibald#nate archibald x reader#blair waldorf#chuck bass#gossip girl x reader#gossip girl x you#nate archibald x you
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Request: Velvet and Eleanor reacting to Magilou flirting with their younger sibling (the reader) right in front of them.
(Tales of Berseria) Velvet and Eleanor reacting to Sibling!Reader getting flirted with
To quote our lord Steve Harvey, "KILL"
Velvet was always protective of Laphicet and (Y/N), even before she became a daemon.
And since (Y/N) was the last person Velvet had in her life, she wasn't going to let anything hurt them.
Even beyond just protecting them from harm, her big sister instincts still remained.
Which meant especially that people trying to engage romantically with (Y/N) was signing their death warrant.
And so enters: The Magilou.
(Y/N) was in the middle of preparing dinner for the night before hearing footsteps approach them.
(Y/N) "Hey, whoever that is, could you pass me the ladle? I need to do a taste test."
(Magilou) "Oh, here you go, dear (Y/N)!"
(Y/N) "...Oh no-"
Magilou hopped in front of them, dramatically extending her hands upwards to the sky, ladle in hand.
(Magilou) "Fear not, for I, the great Magilou, will help prepare a dish fit for the gods above!"
(Y/N) "Respectfully Magilou, I don't need help. Velvet taught me everything I need to know about cooking."
(Magilou) "Surely you jest! There's nothing Velvet can do that I cannot perform better!"
She leaned in close to them with a smirk.
(Magilou) "In fact, ignore your sister for a moment and listen to my advice! You may even win my heart, should you perform well enough!"
(Y/N) "I...doubt that.-"
(Magilou) "WHAT?! Am I not the prettiest woman you have ever laid eyes on?! How can you resist such alluring charms?!"
(Y/N) "Listening to you speak, for one-"
(Magilou) "Psh! It seems a foul mouth runs in the family-"
Suddenly, a young voice came from behind the two.
(Laphicet) "VELVET! MAGILOU IS PICKING ON (Y/N)!"
(Magilou) "What the-HANG ON YA LITTLE TYKE! I WAS JUST-"
Before the three of them could even blink, Velvet closed the distance from seemingly nowhere
Magilou fumbled with the ladle in genuine shock as Velvet began speaking.
Magilou backed off in fear, hiding behind (Y/N).
(Magilou) "H-Hang on now! I was just playing around, it was a goof! It was a gag!"
(Laphicet) "That's not what I heard! You said that both Velvet and (Y/N) had a foul mouth!"
(Magilou) "And you have a loose one, ratting me out like this!"
Velvet grabbed the ladle from the floor, and hit Magilou over the head with it.
Saying nothing else, she scooted Laphicet to sit next to (Y/N) before crouching down and turning to her sibling with a softer expression.
(Y/N) "Sis, you don't have to end Magilou, it's nothing she hasn't done before. And thanks to you too, Laphicet."
Laphicet nodded with a big smile as well.
(Laphicet) "Mhm!...Oh, we need to clean the ladle now!"
(Velvet) "Yeah. Give me a sec and we'll see how you did on the soup."
Magilou rubbed her injury, muttering to herself.
(Magilou) "Freakin' sister complex-"
(Velvet) "I heard that."
Eleanor was completely against (Y/N) joining her as she chased Velvet and her group, but the Abbey had decreed it so.
Which resulted in both of them being taken as "prisoners".
She feared for their lives, but she didn't realize that she also had to fear for their love life.
And she sure as hell would not let (Y/N) date anyone from this group of misfits.
Especially a certain one.
Well, two, actually. But Velvet didn't really seem to care about dating, thank god.
Neither did option one, but that didn't stop her from being an absolute nusiance.
(Magilou) "(Y/N)!"
(Y/N) was offput by her sudden arrival, considering that they were just in their room thinking.
(Y/N) "What the- Why did you kick open my door?!"
(Magilou) "How can our days be brightened without the young exorcist's beloved sibling? Instead of being with us, you are cooped up in your room!"
(Y/N) "E-Eleanor told me to stay here for a little bit. I'm not exactly inclined to against her wishes-"
(Magilou) "Ah, but you are shackled in here, like a bird in a cage! You must let your wings spread out and fly, little dove!"
(Y/N) "I think I'm good, thanks-"
(Magilou) "Y'know, listening to your big sister all the time will leave you maidenless for the rest of your life! She'll shield you from all the joys and wonders of the world!"
(Y/N) "I'm not doing your laundry, Magilou. And neither is Eleanor!"
(Magilou) "Fine, I'll just have to put on my dazzling magics to get you to see reason-"
(Eleanor) "YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING!"
Eleanor stomped towards Magilou, shoving her outside the room before standing at the doorframe, arms crossed.
(Eleanor) "Do not engage my little brother/sister in your tomfoolery! I will not allow it!"
(Magilou) "See? This is exactly what I'm talking about! Eleanor will prevent any kind of love from blossoming-"
(Eleanor) "BE QUIET!"
She turned to (Y/N), getting even more flustered and angry.
(Y/N) "I don't think any other person will be like Magilou...I-I hope."
(Magilou) "Hmph! Both of you don't know a true dazzler when you see one-"
(Eleanor) "All I see is someone trying to leech off my sibling just to get their laundry done!"
(Magilou) "Why does everyone assume that I'm just here for my stinking clothes?! Can't I be here for romance, drama, or even anything else?!"
(Y/N) and Eleanor glared at Magilou.
(Magilou) "And for your information, I was here to recruit either of you to make dinner instead of me!"
(Y/N & Eleanor) "GET OUT!"
#platonic x reader#tales of berseria x reader#tales of berseria imagines#tales of berseria headcanons#velvet crowe x reader#eleanor hume x reader#velvet crowe#eleanor hume#magilou mayvin
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So Beautiful
Pairings: Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader
Summary: Kate takes you on date to go ice skating and see fireworks after an interesting dinner with her parents. (Just pure fluff)
Word Count: 3,174
Warnings: Sexual mentions
Second Person POV:
You looked at your outfit in the full length mirror hung on your closet door once last time, fixing your hair and making sure that everything looked okay.
Finishing the look with your favorite perfume, you grabbed your phone off the dresser to text Kate that you were in your way.
Kate had invited you over for dinner tonight, fulfilling her mother's wish. You see Eleanor very often as you spend a good amount of time at her house, however, conversations between you two are very brief because Kate is always dragging you away to spend time alone.
You were also looking forward to the date she was planning to take you on after the dinner at the outdoor ice skating rink in Times Square where you would probably spend most of your time clutching onto Kate for dear. So you made sure to dress nice, but warm.
Grabbing the gifts you bought for her and her parents, you made your way out the front door. It was already really chilly outside since the sun was set, and a fluffy layer of white covered the ground due the snowfall a couple days ago. But the penthouse wasn't that far away from where you lived, so you walked.
When you arrived, you entered the elevator and pressed the button that would take you up to their floor. The doors opened with beep, and you walked inside where you were met with Kate's mom cooking in the kitchen, the delicious smell of food filling your nostrils.
She turned around at the sound of the the elevator doors opening, eyes lighting up when she saw you, "Y/n! Hello, it's so good to see you again!" she dropped what she was doing to pull you in for a tight hug.
"Hi, it's good to see you too." you replied with a genuine smile.
"Kate, Y/N's here!" she called out, her voice ringing throughout the penthouse floor.
She released you from her firm grip a few seconds later, "How are you? Kate practically hogs you whenever you're here it feels I haven't actually gotten to talk to you in forever." she chuckled.
"I've been okay. Holiday shopping has me stressed every year, but I managed to find a few things I think you and Mr. Duquesne would like," you spoke, holding out a few gift bags in your left hand for her.
"Oh Y/N, you didn't have to. I told you not to worry about us." she said in an appreciative tone, taking the bags from you.
"I know, but I wanted to. I would've felt bad if I showed up empty handed so," you trailed off, shyly giggling.
"Well, thank you for thinking of us. You're such a sweet girl." she gave you a smile to which you returned.
She started to talk about the dinner she was making, but was interrupted when Kate came scurrying into the kitchen, "Y/N!" she yelled, grinning from ear to ear.
She ran over to you, wrapping her arms around your torso, hugging you so tight that your feet lifted off the ground as she peppered kisses across your face.
"I missed you so much." she said, setting you back on the ground, gazing into your eyes.
You giggled, "You literally just saw me yesterday, and we spent the whole day together."
"I know, but that was yesterday. Today is a new day." her voice spoke softer as she leaned down to peck your lips.
You of course reciprocated the first couple times, but then tried to pull away before she took it further than some innocent kisses knowing that her mother was still present. Though, she didn't let you, only tightening her grip on your waist.
Her mom shook her head, smiling to herself, "Okay you little lovebirds, dinner is done. Kate, can you take those glasses out to the table for me please?"
Kate pulled away from you with a groan, walking over to pick up the four glass cups from the counter and take them into the dining room.
"Would you like me to help you with anything, Ms. Bishop?" you kindly offered to assist her.
"I'm okay, dear. And you know you can call me Eleanor. We've known each other for far too long now to be so formal." she reminded you.
"Right, sorry." you said with a sheepish expression as Kate entered the kitchen once again. "Hey mom, where's Jack? I thought you said he was going to join us as well."
"Um, he should be down any minute. He was helping me cook earlier, but he had to finish up something in his office." she answered right as Jack walked into the room.
"Y/N! How are you doing on this wonderful evening?" he asked, giving Eleanor a peck on the cheek.
You smiled at him, "I'm good, Mr. Duquesne. How about you?"
"I'm alright, thank you for asking. We hope you're hungry because we prepared what Kate said was your favorite." he spoke, helping Eleanor with plating.
"Oh, thank you. I'm starving, and it smells incredible."you complimented.
"Kate, you and Y/N can go have a seat at the table. Make sure you get her a drink.” Eleanor said to her daughter.
"Yes, mom." she replied, taking your hand and leading you out to the dining room. "Here you are, princess." she said, pulling out a chair for you.
"I could've gotten that myself." you giggled, shrugging off your jacket and putting it on the back of the chair.
"I know, but I wanted to get it for you." she responded, "Whatcha want to drink?"
"Water is fine, but I can pour it myself..." you trailed off, watching her pour water into your glass.
"I love you." she grinned, leaning down to kiss you before taking a seat next to you.
Eleanor and Jack walked into the room carrying four plates of food as Eleanor set plates down in front of you and Kate, "Now this was my first time making it homemade, Y/N, so I hope it tastes okay."
"Oh, I'm sure it'll be amazing." you smiled at her as she and Jack sat down across from you and Kate.
You dug in and started talking about whatever came to mind from Kates archery competitions, to Eleanor's company, to your own life events.
"So I hear you guys are going out after this. What's on the agenda for tonight?" Eleanor questions, taking a sip of her wine.
"Nothing too crazy. Just ice skating over at that outdoor rink, and then I thought we could walk around before seeing the fireworks show in Central Park." Kate answered, and then looked at you, "I know I hadn’t mentioned seeing fireworks, but we don't have to if you don't want to."
You shook your head, "No, it's fine. I want to." you gave her a small smile to which she returned.
The next few moments were filled with silence as Kate just couldn't look away from your eyes, and honestly neither could you.
"Wow, darling. Who knew your daughter was such a romantic?" Jack bantered with Eleanor, making Kate roll her eyes.
"She is always like this towards you, Y/N, right? It's not just a little act for when she's around us?" Eleanor asked in a playful manner.
"Oh no, Kate is always so sweet." you responded, "She really knows how to treat a girl." you smiled at your girlfriend.
"She knows how to treat a girl? That's good to hear. Does that include knowing how to treat you in other ways?" she teasingly questioned, picking up her glass.
You titled your head in confusion, not knowing what she meant.
"You know, in and out of the bedroom..." Eleanor trailed off, taking a long sip of wine.
Those words caused Kate to choke on the food in her mouth. She quickly pushed back her chair and stood up, "Okay, I think that's enough for tonight!" she declared.
She swiftly put on her hat and coat, and then pulled you to your feet.
"Wait, but I'm not done eating." you tried to refuse, but Kate ignored you while grabbing your own jacket from the back of your chair.
"I'll buy you whatever food you want on the way to the rink." she replied, "Thanks for dinner, but we'll see you later." she spoke to her parents, leading you towards the elevator.
"Have fun!" you heard Eleanor call out just before the doors closed.
In the elevator, Kate helped you slip on your jacket and wrapped her arm around your shoulders to hold you close.
"Your parents are really nice people, you know." you broke the silence and looked up at her.
She shrugged her shoulders, "When they're not actively trying to question my girlfriend about my performance in bed."
You had to admit that it did make you a little uncomfortable, but you knew they were only teasing and meant well. Kate however, wanted to save herself the embarrassment and exit that conversation as soon as possible.
"I wouldn't have told them anything, obviously." you reassured, "But, if you wanna know my honest answer—"
"I think the way your legs literally gave out on you when you tried to walk after that one time says it all, babygirl." Kate interrupted with a smirk.
Your cheeks blushed out of embarrassment and she lightly chuckled, pulling you closer if that was even possible as the elevator doors opened with a ding. You walked outside, following the sidewalks of the city.
The street lamps dimly lit the busy streets, and the billions of stars twinkled in the night sky. A thin sheet of snow littered the bare trees, roads, and sidewalks, while a more heavy layer stuck to the grass. You would occasionally hear the honk of a car in the distance while Kate said something funny just to see the smile that made her heart flutter, and hear the beautiful laughs that spilled from your mouth.
You didn’t really need to pay attention to where you were going as Kate just held your hand and led the way, distracting you by teasing you with how many times you fell the last time you went ice skating.
So when she stopped in front of your favorite takeout place, she chuckled at the way your eyes visibly lit up. Kate opened the door for you and followed you inside, ordering your usual for you.
She claimed that she wasn't hungry anymore after what happened at her parents, but that was clearly a lie when she ate the food right off of your fork as you were bringing it to your mouth. She apologized when you gasped and playfully hit her shoulder.
But you really didn't mind, you thought it was cute. So you started feeding her bites of food that she gladly ate before giving you a loving kiss as a thank you. After finishing the last few bites, you cleaned up and continued down streets until you got to the ice rink.
Whenever a cold breeze swept brought the air, that just gave Kate a reason to hold you a little closer to her side as you approached the skate rental counter.
Kate asked the lady for both of your skate sizes, and handed your pair to you once she returned with them before finding an empty space on the benches to sit down
"These things are always impossible to tie tight." you groaned in frustration, fumbling with the laces.
Kate stood up once tied her skates, "It's really not that difficult." she chucked.
"Yeah, says the person who's done this like a hundred time before." you mumbled as you undid what you had tied to start over.
Kate watched you struggle for a few more moments before shaking her head with a soft smile and kneeling down in front of you.
"Here, baby. I've got it." she took the strings from you to tie them along with the other ones, "There you go, darling." Kate spoke as she stood up. "You ready?" she asked.
"Yeah, ready to break a bone or something." you joked while standing to your feet.
Kate laughed and took your hand, "I'd never let that happen, babygirl." she reassured you while leading you to the gate entrance. She stepped out onto the ice first before giving you her hand, "Come on, it'll get easier as you go."
You took her hand and followed her onto the ice on wobbly feet. She moved to stand in front of you and let you hold both of her hands in a tight grip while she started skating backwards, guiding you with her.
"There you go, baby. See? You've got it, you're doing amazing." she complimented, looking at you with a big grin.
You giggled, "I guess I finally learned from all those times I landed on my butt before."
"Anddd because you have such an amazing teacher?" she added.
You playfully rolled your eyes, "Yes, and because I have an amazing teacher." you said, making her pump her fist in victory.
She moved to your side, and held your hand so that she could skate next to you instead of in front.
You did a few laps around the rink, joking around and you had a few scares where you almost fell back. But luckily, your girlfriend reacted quickly and caught you before you could actually hit the ground.
Despite that, you had an amazing time. Deciding it was time to leave a couple hours later, you started gliding over to exit the rink, but the blade on your skate had gotten caught on the ice, making you slip and fall to the ice.
Kate stopped, spinning around when she felt your hand slip out of hers, "Oh my god! Baby, what happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" she asked, skating over to you.
"I'm okay, Katie. I just slipped that's all. You don't need to worry." you told her as she helped you stand to your feet again.
"Alright," she exhaled a sigh of relief, "Are you sure that nothing hurts? Even just a little bit—"
"I am fine, Kate. If anything starts to hurt I will let know, okay?" you spoke in an assuring tone.
She pecked your forehead, "Okay." she murmured, "But that was pretty funny." she chuckled and you lightly slapped her shoulder.
"It's not funny!" you pouted.
"Okay, okay. It wasn't funny, I'm sorry." she apologized before taking your hand and making sure you safely got off the ice this time.
You returned your shoes to the rental desk and she wrapped her arm around your shoulders once again as you strolled down the streets to central park.
You started to find an empty spot where all of the other people were sitting on top of blankets on the grass with their friends, families, and partners until Kate stopped you.
You looked back at her with a confused expression.
"Not here, baby. I have somewhere else where we can sit and still have a good view of the fireworks." she explained before taking your hand and leading you to a more secluded area by the trees away from everyone.
There were already a couple blankets laid out on the ground. You could still see the lights from the city buildings, so the view was absolutely beautiful.
"Your parents were right. Who knew you were such the romantic." you teased.
She playfully scoffed, "Hey! I can be romantic when try!" she defended herself, stepping closer to you and wrapping an arm around your waist, "But only for you." she spoke softly while leaning in to connect your lips.
You however, turned your head before she could, making her frown.
"You laughed at me when I fell earlier." you sulked.
Her jaw slightly dropped in disbelief, "I said I was sorry! Come on, my love, please?" she said, trying to kiss you again.
She knew that it made you weak in the knees whenever she called you "my love", so here she was; using it against you. But, you were not gonna give in that easily.
"Kate, stop it. I'm serious, stop!" you said, trying not to laugh and encourage her as she kissed all across you face.
You squirmed out of her arms, backing away from her, "Don't make me have to chase you just to get a kiss!" Kate playfully threatened which just resulted in you running off.
The snow on the grass made it a difficult to get anywhere, but you weren't planning on stopping until you ran out of breath, or Kate caught you.
Kate bolted right after you, knowing it was just a matter of time before she caught up to you. She quickly closed the gap between the two of you and tackled you into the snow.
You both struggled in a fit of laughter until Kate got the upper hand, and pinned you beneath her with your hands beside your head. She leaned down to finally capture your lips in hers.
“Gotcha.” she breathed against your mouth when you pulled away to catch your breath.
You playfully rolled your eyes, “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” you responded, making her chuckle and give you one last kiss before she stood up, pulling you with her.
You returned back to your spot where you sat down in the blankets, leaning into her side when she wrapped an arm around you.
"Hey, did I tell you about this weekend, yet?" Kate questioned, looking over at you.
You knitted your eyebrows together as you thought for a second, "No? What's going on this weekend?"
"I made it to finals in the winter archery competition, and they're this weekend." she answered with a proud smile on her face.
Your eyes widened in surprise, "Oh my god, really?" you asked and she nodded her head, "That's amazing, baby! I'm so proud of you!" you said with bright eyes, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
“Thanks,” she smiled, “Will you be there?” she asked, hopeful.
“Obviously. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” you confirmed, and she squeezed you tighter.
Just then, a long red flame was ejected into the sky with a loud bang. It exploded and shattered into thousand of sparks along with the others that followed close behind, filling the sky with bright colors and light.
You were mesmerized by the colors of vivid green, red, blue, and gold that created all different shapes in the sky. You thought it was a beautiful scene to witness. On the other hand, Kate wasn’t watching the fireworks show.
She was watching you.
Her expression softened even more than before at the way the shining sparkles reflected in your eyes. Of course she thought the fireworks were cool, but she thought you were gorgeous.
“Aren’t they beautiful, Katie.” you asked, never taking your eyes off of the colors in the sky.
“Yeah…” she trailed off as she just gazed at you, you being completely oblivious to her stare, “Yeah, so beautiful.”
#kate bishop x reader#kate bishop#kate bishop x y/n#kate bishop x you#kate bishop x female reader#kate bishop fluff#kate bishop mcu#kate bishop fanfiction#kate bishop fic
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In Our Favor
Part 333
McCoy
“This feels so nice,” McCoy smiled.
“The cold?” Scotty grinned slyly at him.
“No.” McCoy rolled his eyes. “Walking has warmed me up. It’s nice to be able to do this, just go for a walk, no one following me.”
“Oh.”
“We’ve got our eyes open for any worries,” Granddad said.
“I know.” McCoy smiled at the older man. “I feel plenty safe though.”
“Leonard?”
McCoy looked up from his PADD. He and Scotty were sitting together on the sofa. Granddad had gone to relax after their walk and the boys had settled in the living room. Scotty was looking through one of his new engineering books and McCoy was reading a couple messages.
“Yes?”
Francine had called to him from the kitchen and as he began to get up, she appeared in the doorway.
“I thought maybe ye’d like to give me a hand with dinner. Seeing as ye’d like to learn more.”
McCoy looked at her in happy surprise, then turned off his PADD and set it on the coffee table.
“Sure,” he said enthusiastically.
“Ye can stay there and relax Monty,” Francine said to her son. “I’ll call ye to set the table.”
“Alright Mum.”
McCoy followed Francine back to the kitchen.
“What are we making?” he asked.
Francine smiled. “Ye mean what are ye making.”
McCoy laughed. “I don’t think you can leave me in here to make it alone yet.”
“We’ll make ye a cook yet.”
Scotty sat down at the kitchen table after setting the table in the dining room.
“How much longer? It smells delicious.”
Francine glanced at the oven.
“Any second,” she replied. “Ye pair can take these dishes over.” She gestured at a plate and some bowls.
“Yes ma’am,” McCoy grinned as he picked up a pair.
“Oh ye,” Francine smiled. “Then find Granddad please.”
“On it,” Scotty said, taking the other plate from the counter.
“Did ye help with everything?” Scotty asked as they set the dishes down.
“Yep,” McCoy said proudly. “Francine made sure I knew what to do for each.”
“Mmm, smells good in here lads.” Granddad said as he came into the dining room.
“It’s almost ready,” McCoy said.
“It is ready!” Francine announced as she came in with the last dish, now finished cooking. “Sit down, sit down! Let’s eat!”
Part 334
Scotty
Early Monday morning, Leonard and the Scotts were picked up by one of the royal shuttles. Leonard had told his family that they could fly normally, but David had insisted that he send one of his own shuttles. Leonard was pretty sure it was related to the recent events, but Scotty told him that was unlikely. Otherwise David wouldn't have let them fly from San Francisco to Aberdeen in an ordinary shuttle.
It turned out that the McCoy family simply couldn't wait any longer. The regular flight from Scotland to Georgiares would not have taken off until later and would have taken much longer. With the royal shuttle, the travelers arrived at Georgiares II in the early evening and not at night. Scotty was always fascinated by the huge time difference.
"Welcome, oh, it's so good to see you!" Eleanor wrapped her arms around her son and son-in-law exuberantly as they entered the palace, before doing the same with Francine.
"It's good to see ye too, Eleanor. Where have ye left the rest of the family?" Francine asked, looking around searchingly.
Eleanor, who was shaking hands with Alasdair at that moment, rolled her eyes.
"David and Leah felt that they really needed to get some important work done before they could take their time out and leave the work to others. Robbie is with them. He's said he wants to get a bit more involved with these royal matters too."
Scotty raised an eyebrow in disbelief. Had his brother really said that? It seemed so incredibly out of character for him.
"However, I hope they'll be here any minute to greet you and –"
Eleanor didn't even get to finish her sentence before footsteps sounded.
"A mhàthair!"
It wasn't long before Robbie threw his arms around his mother's neck and hugged her tightly. There was a big grin on his face.
"Oh, Robbie, my darling." Francine was also delighted to see her youngest.
"I see we're ready just in time. Hello." Smiling, David stepped into the entrance hall, closely followed by Leah. Both looked a little exhausted, but also happy.
The rest of the greetings followed and when everyone had hugged or shaken hands, Eleanor said that they could all go to the dining room. Dinner would be served any minute.
"So, how are ye all doing? How's academy life going?" Robbie asked his brother and brother-in-law. After dinner, the younger members of the family had sat down in one of the living rooms to catch up on the news.
"Oh, it's great! We've passed all our exams. The academy is really great and I'm pretty sure ye would have loved it there too."
Scotty didn't mean any offense by the statement, but was aware after he had said the words that they could sound wrong.
"But I'm sure the university here on Georgiares has a lot to offer, too. And I know ye're happy here," the older Scott brother quickly added, but Robbie just smiled gently.
"Aye. I'm very happy." The youngest boy's gaze slid over to Leah and he squeezed her hand.
"Mother said you're getting more involved with royal matters?" Leonard asked curiously and Robbie blushed a little, scratching his cheek with his free hand.
"Well... it cannae hurt if the future queen's boyfriend isn't completely without a plan, can it?"
"I told him he didn't have to do it, but he didn't let me talk him out of it," Leah said, shrugging her shoulders. Scotty believed her immediately. Leah would never pressure Robbie into anything he didn't want to do. She just wasn't like that.
"Be careful, sis, in the end he'll be smarter than you," Leonard said with a grin and Leah laughed.
"Oh, he is anyway. Because I'll definitely never understand anything about engineering."
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The Waitress’ Sweet Recommendation
My favorite seat was by the window, the whole restaurant inside my vision. Like this, I could observe people, things, and maybe Hisa if I’m lucky. He’s not in charge of the restaurant today, though. It was the cheerful girl, U-chan.
I waved my hand and the staff member dashed to my place. “What can I do for you, Kai-san?”
I never looked at the menu, instead I asked, “What’s the recommendation for today, U-chan?”
I always loved seeing her purple eyes lit up. “Today, Shin-chan is making seafood tempura! I tried it and it tastes awesome. I really recommend that. He made several dipping sauces too. You should try everything, Kai-san. There’s one that’s spicy, savory, sour and sweet, but my favorite is the sweet one! Let me get those for you, okay?”
I nodded several times as she eagerly explained the seafood tempura. It did sound delicious when she told me like that. “Yes, please, U-chan,” I couldn’t say no to it, could I?
U-chan skipped her way back to the kitchen. So it was Shin’ya’s turn to cook today, huh? I’ve never tasted his cooking before, only U-chan and Aoi-chan’s before this. Well, what to expect when I’m only here for three days? There haven't been any changes to my room so far.
I started observing other customers, like usual. Only a few of them got their check in faces. What I meant was the faces we brought when we came in. Shin’ya finally told me that I had the face of an old camera film when I checked in. That face disappeared when one found out their identity, their names. That meant only Hisa and Shin’ya knew how my face looked before.
My eyes were following an aquarium face when U-chan came back with a big plate. “Whoa,” I gasped. I never thought the plate would be this big. It took almost the whole table. The tempura were still sizzling and it smelled amazing, though. I listened as U-chan showed me the small sauce plates, but honestly I really couldn't wait to eat them.
I finished it all in a blink of an eye.
I sighed and leaned onto the chair. Why did all the tempura go so fast? I loved them. Gosh, they were the best dish since I got here. I need to give my appraisal to Shin’ya when I meet him later.
My eyes wandered to the sunset and my brain blanked out for a bit. This is a very nice time to sleep-
Suddenly, my body shivered. Ooooh, I really didn't like this feeling. I repositioned myself, pretending to stretch my arms out, and carefully scanned the room.
It’s him.
The man with horns and monocle.
I didn't know why, but my body also reacted every time he got near me, or even just in the same room. I was confused, was he a murderer? Was he a judge or some being from hell? He definitely wasn't human, but I didn't get the feeling with other ‘beings’ to be fair.
The porcelain Manager was fine, but not him. I believed I had to interact with him somehow, some day. Philos, if I recalled his name from Eleanor. Ukio was taking his orders and I thought it would be a great opportunity for me to get out of here. Sorry, U-chan, leaving without saying anything wasn't my style. I would make it up to you!
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Thanks for answering my ask.....if you don't mind me asking (again), who are your favorite romantic relationship's couples in books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series (can be canon or non-canon)? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....
No problem, I like doing these. These are some of my favorite couples though there were lots to sort through.
Percabeth (Percy x Annabeth) Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Just like my favorite character list, I love the Percy Jackson series but most important I love a certified wife guy. Percy chose Annabeth over a seat in Olympus. There are multiple points where in life threatening situations he thinks about Annabeth immediately. "A one way trip. A very hard fall" they fell into endless darkness together and came out together. They are the blueprint.
2. Satosugu (Gojo x Geto) Jujutsu Kaisen
This will be a trend but I'm a lover of angst as much as fluff but tragic lovers is a personal favorite thing of mine. Gojo called him his "one and only". The entirety of the events in the story revolve around Gojos choice to not kill him that day in 2006 and, when they met again, destroying the body. It's "Love is the most twisted curse of them all" vs "At least curse me a little at the very end". It's "my six eyes tell me you're suguru geto but my soul knows otherwise". No matter how Gojo held out his hand, there was no way for him, he who the world shifted upon his birth, to reach him. There something poetic about their relationship.
3. Royai (Mustang x Hawkeye) Full Metal Alchemist
They're basically canon. But I mean "When we're alone the colonel calls me Riza" like COME ON. Riza is a "loyal to a fault, dedicating their entire being to the other with little hope of ever getting an ounce of affection back cause she made up her mind and decided it doesn't matter so long as she can remain by his side" character and Mustang is a "self-destructive tendencies combined with +10 charisma and noble ideals who's ready to be viewed as a villain if thats what it comes to and as such can't understand why the other is so loyal." character. Plus its all about the way they hang all over each other when hurt and how she could so easily direct him when he was blind. That trust is elite.
4. Heromari (Hero x Mari) Omori
Another tragic pairing. It's heartbreaking how much they loved each other and even if we didn't get to see a lot of it in game we know from the way everyone describes them and the pictures. Mari's death completely changed the trajectory of Hero's life and although he may heal he'll probably never get over her. Everyday I curse at the sky that they didn't get to have their future together
5. Hualian (Hua Cheng x Xie Lian) Tian Guan Ci Fu
I'll keep this one brief. Tgcf said "only after meeting you did I rediscover that it's such a simple thing to be happy" and "to me, the one basking in infinite glory is you; the one fallen from grace is also you. what matter is you, not the state of you" and "there's no banquet in the world that doesn't come to an end, so i'll say what I want to say" and I went feral for every bit of it. Hualian is such a lovely couple.
6. Kaebedo (Kaeya and Albedo) (Genshin Impact)
Without going into too much lore(another reason why I love this couple). I love the idea of Kaeya and Albedo seeing their shared heritage in one another. Learning together to see it as creative and beautiful and not just a curse or an evil. Also I love the homunculus part, it aids to a lot of good drama and tension.
7. Akiangel (Aki x Angel Devil) (Chainsaw man)
Slightly new to the list BUT the dynamic between the two goes farther beyond the "out of touch, out of time" jokes. It goes even farther than the "man who hates devils falling in love with one". It's about the drinking imagery evoking a kiss, Angel being able to break from Makima for a brief moment because of Aki, and their shared moments of kindness. Also the fan art is fantastic.
8. Chidi and Eleanor (The Good Place)
I love them so much. And even if we only saw them as a couple for a brief period of time, I love watching adults fall in love and I loved watching them both get better.
9. Orpheus and Eurydice (Greek Mythology)
Their story is one of love. A love that could drive one into the underworld. Just gonna drop this "Dying a second time, now, there was no complaint to her husband (what then could she complain of, except that she had been loved?)"
10. Chili and Bandit Heeler (Bluey)
A wild pull but I genuinely could see this in my number 1 spot. It is so refreshing to see a couple that genuinely loves each other, their children, and their lives. I'm tired of the sitcom schtick where the husband and wives hate each other and their jobs and talk about how their kids annoy them by existing. I want more of them and I want what they have.
Some Honorable Mentions:
Ichigo and Orihime, Inuyasha and Kagome, Ninguang and Beidou, Edward and Winry, Luz and Amity, Vanilla Extract and Tumblr Polls, Joe and Cherry, Beau and Yasha, Twilight and Yor, Zelda and Link, Franky and Robin, Akechi and Persona 5 Protag
#my asks#text post#bluey#orpheus and eurydice#the good place#chainsaw man#genshin impact#tian guan ci fu#omori#fullmetal alchemist#jujustu kaisen#pjo
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"I think I like the roses but I also like the calla lilies" I sighed, looking through the book of bouquets "is there a way we could mix them?" I asked curiously as the wedding planner nodded, obviously pleased with my selections thus far.
I had already chosen the color scheme, menu, and most excitedly, the dress all that was left was the flowers which I quickly breezed through. Magnus was planning everything else much to my delight leaving me ample time to myself.
Our wedding was going to be rushed but I'll be damned if it's not perfect. As I was showing the wedding planner out my phone began to ring from its place in my bag. I had forgotten I even brought it and knew that if I wanted, my father and Vincent would break me free from this confinement I seem to have found myself in but I didn't want that.
I knew I was supposed to want that and if I were normal I would've even called the cops but I wasn't normal and I probably never would be when it came to Magnus.
That's what love was to me; it was possessive and all consuming, it was the urge to crawl beneath his skin so I could always be with him. Picking up my phone I quickly answer it right before it's last ring "Hey Vinny what's up?" I greeted happily as my eyes scanned the room for anything to fidget with as we spoke.
"Dad's been pestering me to get married again" he sighed from the other end of the line and the smile slipped from my face. "I'm sorry about he's being so mean to you Vinny" I sighed along with him.
"Though it's kind of funny that I of all people beat you to the altar" I giggled a bit at he chuckled along with me "speaking of, how's the wedding planning going Viv?" He asked curiously and definitely unaware of my confinement "I actually just finished before you called" I said proudly as he gasped in shock "already? Doesn't wedding planning usually take months?" he asked, shocked as I giggled at his dramatics.
Vincent was one of the most important people in my life so I didn't take how my father was treating him lightly despite not being able to really, truly help him. I could only hope that he'd find a way around my fathers ridiculous conditions.
"What about Eleanor? What's she been up to lately?" I questioned teasingly knowing he couldn't hide his crazy tendencies from me, it was one of the few things we had in common despite his desperate attempts to control himself in ways I never ever would.
I knew he felt similarly in the ways of love when it came to that girl and despite never speaking to her personally I had always hoped she'd wake up and accept his advances. "Anyways was that all you called to talk about?" I asked curiously, holding my phone between my head and shoulder as I attempted to make a paper airplane out of a brochure left behind by the wedding planner.
"Why? Trying to get rid of me so soon?" he asked teasingly "yep, that's exactly what I'm doing goodbye" I said before hanging up knowing he hated when I did stuff like that. Not even a minute later the door to my room, which always seemed to be locked from the outside, opened to reveal Magnus himself.
I haven't seen him since he showed me this room and while I could've shot out the lock mere minutes after it locked behind him that day I decided I wanted to see how this little game of ours would evolve. "I see you've been behaving yourself" Magnus said looking around the room pleased, "Not like I have much of a choice" I point out as he slowly closes the distance between us.
"I think we both know you're more than capable of misbehaving" he chuckled in a way that told me he'd seen my little stunt the night he locked me up and something in his eyes tells me he enjoyed it just as much as I did.
"I don't know what you're talking about" I said feigning ignorance knowing he'd never tell me outright that he had watched me that night. His pride wouldn't allow it.
"I'm sure you know nothing about it" he rolled his eyes at me, well aware I was more than willing to continue feigning innocence in ways I knew would get under his skin.
"This will be your last night in this bedroom Vivian" Magnus said casually before continuing "we will be wed tomorrow." This alone shocked me as I had only just finished my part in planning the wedding.
Seeing me stare dumbfounded must've been amusing as he couldn't help but chuckle at my state "Don't be too shocked, I've been planning this since I first laid eyes on you" he explained as though it were normal.
"Okay, but how did you get it done so fast?" I asked as he finally closed in, leaving only mere inches between our bodies "With enough money, anything is possible" as with that he closed the distance between us, sealing his lips to mine before walking out of the room as though nothing had ever happened.
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Kailman Legacy || 16: An Act of Kindness
Needing advice on the whole Vanessa thing, DJ called over Edith Dean to run off some steam. So, on a morning run, the two discussed what he knew to be true: Vanessa was unknowingly "the other woman" in Dayla Ann and Tim's marriage. Edith Dean also shared that Dayla Ann knows Vanessa overheard her talking plainly about this situation at her grand opening, so she believes Vanessa can no longer play dumb. Then again, Edith Dean considered that Tim could've spun up the facts enough to convince her to stay with him. After all, she'd joined him and the kids for family photos. That's not something you do if you intend to break up with someone. Edith Dean called him out because of his reluctance to tell his friend the truth before this.
"If I had a friend who knew what was up and just let me carry on like I did, and I found out later, I wouldn't trust them anymore. Plain and simple."
DJ carried that guilt to work, and Sakura immediately picked up on his less chipper demeanor. The two talked over lunch, and while he didn't divulge everything, he did confess that he had been a coward in a close friendship and that the other person deserved better. She commended him for his honesty and complimented his sister for her being so straightforward, and DJ was grateful for the support.
Sakura took his hands in hers, honored to be trusted with his feelings. He didn't let go, even after several minutes passed and the two's eyes remained locked on one another. He wondered how we ended up this close, not pushing away. Then came the kiss, so sure and gentle, an embrace welcomed even in the stiff, cold breakroom. Thank God no one else is around, they thought as their kiss deepened, leaving them both breathless.
They couldn't stay forever, but their hug afterward lasted longer than needed. Holding her felt right like a puzzle piece added to the picture. Meanwhile, she was taken aback at her courage to gift him her first kiss despite every rejection she'd faced before meeting him. Sakura simply knew he was worthy of it. Sadly, they spent the rest of their workday apart but couldn't remove each other from their minds even if they wanted to. Yes, DJ determined, I have to go for it. She's worth it.
His day eventually wrapped, and as he got off the train to walk home, he was met with the tragic look of an old friend. Smoking a cigarette, Eleanor stood outside the nightclub known for more than drinks and dancing, dressed in tight party clothes and with a tired look in her pretty brown eyes. She took notice but kept her eyes distant, but DJ walked up regardless, having to know what she was doing there.
Eleanor gave him a dirty look, blowing smoke away as he asked about her, tossing her cigarette to the ground.
"You wanna know how I'm doing? I'm doing great even though you just hit it and quit it weeks ago and left me on read. I'm doing so great in fact that I haven't gotten an audition since and have to work til four in the morning here to make ends meet. I'm doing just fabulous, thanks for asking."
He stood stunned, and the silence only further crushed her as she began to cry. Once up for air, he apologized for not responding, asking if she had to work tonight. She'd just finished an early shift, so he invited her to crash at his if she had nowhere else to go. The two watched TV before falling asleep together but not back into old patterns. He'd wake up not wanting to either, as he saw her curled up on his sofa in the clothes from the night before, makeup smudged on his couch. She was still a beautiful mess, but a mess DJ couldn't get involved with beyond this act of kindness. He thought of the woman he'd kissed the day before, wanting all the more to clean his life up and pursue her. Poor Eleanor, this loose end won't be tied up in a bow like you wished to, will it?
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Wizards of the Coast revealing their first canonically autistic character for D&D (Asteria) has got me thinking about which of my past D&D characters are Autistic. And I think my conclusion is... All of them. Because I don't really know how to play them any other way.
I was only diagnosed last year. So have only made and played one character since then -Evelyn, who I have some art of on my page if you want to look (check the tags below). I only got to play her in a handful of sessions before that campaign and group came to an abrupt end (and I'm not ready to talk about that yet) but when I created Evelyn she was consciously and explicitly Autistic coded.
She was an investigator with a strong eye for detail, high perception and insight, worked best alone, an insomniac, bad habits and coping mechanisms... Lots of classic noir detective traits, but which were conscious reflections of personal traits of mine. And there's a long history of autisic and autistic coded detectives and sleuths in popular culture. I didn't play her long enough to flesh her out, but I was leaning into those tropes.
But even going back to my first character that I played years ago, Pruella (Proo) my fighter, there were definitely choices about the way I played her which were kind of autistic.
She was my first character, in my first D&D group, and I was very nervous about playing with new people, and role playing was something I was new to. So I played a socially awkward character. Over time I got more comfortable, so played her social awkwardness differently, but the characteristics fit
Proo was slow to pick up on social cues and expectations. She didn't recognise compliments that were given to her, or pick up on when she was flirted with. Once we were payed a reward by a prince, and I asked the DM how much I was given, and he asked me "are you going to stand and count it in front of the prince?" And yeah, of course I was! That's the most gold she'd held in her life, she wanted to know how much it was! Sometimes she may have come across as rude. I rationalised these things as being due to her living on the streets or under a bridge for half her life, and so not necessarily understanding social conventions, but I recognise those are also traits I chose because they are part of who I am. I feel out of place most places I go. I feel like a bit of a goblin trying to pass myself off as human (Proo is a half elf, but lived with 2 goblins, who were also social outcasts, under a bridge for a while)
Eleanor, my wizard, was definitely autistic, even if I didn't create her with that intention. Socially awkward, difficulty with crowds, special interests... From the start I described her as a dragon girl - the type of girl who would draw dragons in her note books, who might have had dragons on the front of her lunch box and her t-shirts at school, who loved any stories about dragons... I mean her best friend was a Kobold. Obsessed with dragons. Half way through the campaign I took the telepathic feat, and I rationalised that by saying she'd been able to read thoughts and talk to people with her mind the entire time, but didn't like doing it very often because it was too intimate and uncomfortable, a bit like prolonged eye contact. She also had the prodigy feat from the start, so had an extremely high arcana skill, and proficiency with alchemy. She dropped out of the Neverwinter Academy because she was bored and not allowed to study what interested her (and because fuck your wizard school). She was a nerd, as wizards tend to be, but in a very specific shambolic, clumsy, girl failure, disaster gay way.
Vanta is possibly my least Autistic coded character, because I tried to play her with a personality type different to mine. She's a sorcerer, so a high charisma character, and I am not a high charisma person. In practice this meant that I played her as quite aloof a lot of the time, and who spoke in quite a deadpan Aubrey Plaza-esque way, but could turn the charisma up if required. Vanta was a very focused character. She knew what she wanted, and had little interest in things that didn't further her goals. I think she was probably outwardly seen as un-empathetic, but she wasn't really, she just expressed it differently than most.
There was a time we were on a ship, and to protect ourselves during a storm we decided to tie ourselves to the ship so we weren't thrown overboard. Everyone got out their hempen rope and then I took out my silk rope - cue jokes about me being fancy. I said hemp rope was too rough on the skin. Cue some more jokes about it being a kink thing, etc... but you know, sensory issues, they're a thing! Vanta wore silk for the same reason!
Even when trying to play someone different to myself, the autistic traits are unavoidable, because it's all still coming from me. Obviously I'm using pretty broad strokes here, and limiting myself with the examples so as not to go on and on. But my conclusion is that it might not be possible for me to play characters who aren't at least a bit autistic. Also, getting diagnosed has allowed me to look back at these people I've created and still spend a lot of time thinking about, and notice new things about them. And I think that's pretty cool. (This post has been sat in my drafts for a while now and I forgot about it, so I'm just going to post it)
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I move closer to you, wiping your tears away gently as I stared back into your eyes. It swelled my heart to know that you never spoke ill of me to our daughter. I knew I definitely deserved it after the way I just abandoned you and Haley. "Thank you for that.. I love that she grew up thinking that. You had every right to do the opposite and pretend that I didn't exist. I deserve that for how horrible I have been to you and Haley." This was just further proof to him of how loving and kind you were to do such a thing. "There's so much that you don't know about that time," he says softly, knowing this wasn't the right time to tell you but he would probably tell you in due time. It wasn't that he regretted having Brooke, though. He just regretted that she was way more like her mother than he wanted. But, he did regret leaving you and not staying with you. Look how Brooke turned out when he was with Eleanor. He knew he should have still gone back to you and asked you to give him another chance.
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I sniffled softly as I looked at you after you wiped my eyes. "I didn't want to turn her against you in case there ever was an opportunity for you to be in her life." I say softly. "I always left that door open," I added. "She may have been hard on you at the beginning, but she just needed to know that she could trust you, and I can see that she really loves you and she loves having you around, she loves you being her Dad." I smiled softly. "I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt me when you chose someone else over me. I always thought we'd be the ones getting married to each other." I say softly. "Everything just worked when we were together, you were my best friend, and the only family I had since I didn't have a real one." I explained. "But I could never hate you, if I hadn't gotten pregnant, I wouldn't have a family right now. You gave me one of the best treasures I could ever have, that little girl right there. She's the best thing that's ever happened to me and I have you to thank for that." I say honestly. "I wasn't going to lie to her that I've never been in love before. For how young she is, she sure knows how to come up with good questions," I chuckled softly. "She asked me how did she come into the world, and I couldn't exactly talk to her about sex when she's five, so I just simplified it. I told her that she was made with love. And then she asked me if she was made the same way we make cookies, and I told her that wasn't how it worked otherwise she'd start looking in the oven for babies." I chuckled again. "I told her that it takes two people who love each other to make a baby, and she asked me who that person was, and I told her it was you, and that's how she got all the pictures, she wanted to know about her Daddy and what he was like, so I would tell her anything she wanted to know. I told her that you were the first friend I ever had when I got put into the more permanent group home I was in, and we fell in love really fast, and you were my boyfriend from not too long after we met until after High School, and you were my best friend. I told her how we always talked about how we wanted to raise our kids if we had them together and everything we liked to do together and everything. She knows everything. She knows how much I loved you and how much you loved me. I also told her how we used to discuss baby names if we ever had kids together, and that's how we came up with Haley. She deserved to know about her Dad, you're half of who she is, how do I hide that from her? She loves you, and she loves having her Daddy." I smiled softly as I looked over at her. "I just want what's best for her, you know? It breaks my heart to know what she's been suffering, and sometimes I feel like it's my fault. Maybe I didn't fight hard enough for her to be safe at school," I sighed softly.
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I smile softly at you before putting the ice pack back in the freezer, taking your hand and leading you to my bedroom. "That would be really nice, babe. I am just happy to be working with you on this film. I might be taking a little break after this one though just to recharge because these past few months have been pretty draining for me between my personal life and work," I say softly. I was a pretty private person despite being in the spotlight and sometimes I liked to disappear for a little bit. I couldn't help but wonder where we would be when we finished filming the movie and if I would want you to come with me. We had only spent one night together and I was already feeling that way. "Oh, I guess you need your shirt back," I giggle softly when realizing you were shirtless and you needed your shirt to leave the house but I was wearing it. I take the shirt off, being topless underneath it and smiling softly at you as I handed it back to you.
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I followed you to the bedroom afterwards. "I'm excited to be working on the film with you too, baby," I say happily as I smacked your bum firmly. "That's understandable! Everyone deserves a break once in a while though, and it's totally fair for that to happen." I chuckled softly from what you said as I took the shirt from you and I put it back on. "One of these days I'll give you a shirt you can keep, and you can wear it whenever you want," I say happily as I kissed all over your face.
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1589 : Hob is proud of what he has accomplished and is eager to tell it to his mysterious stranger...
Notes:
I feel really bad for Hob in this part.
On Ao3
Rating T
Here we were.
The long awaited day was here.
Hob looked around and looked at himself again.
He was clean and well dressed.
He looked perfectly respectable.
Nothing of the peasant he had shown the last two times to the stranger and he was looking forward to telling him all he had accomplished since their last meeting.
Hob checked one last time that everything was in order to welcome the stranger.
The table was overflowing with dishes, fine food and good wine.
Everything was perfect.
But even so, he felt nervous like the day he had asked her parents for Eleanor's hand in marriage.
He touched the small pouch on the table out of superstition to give himself courage and remain dignified.
But still, he couldn't stop his heart from beating a little faster when he saw the object of his thoughts walk through the door of the tavern.
He took a deep breath and raised his hand to call out to him, "My friend!"
The man walked slowly toward him, not smiling but Hob not letting himself be thrown off balance. His strange companion had already accustomed him to his reserved and unemotional behavior.
Hob stood up and pulled out a chair to motion for the man to sit down, "Sit down. Got in a couple of bottles of good wine for us."
Putting his money where his mouth was, he poured the stranger's empty glass and, refilling his own, added, "Already made a start on 'em."
The stranger sat down and muttered, "Hello, Hob."
"Hob?"
Hob was a little surprised, because, even though in his head he still referred to himself as Hob, it had been years since he was called by that name.
He explained in an emphatic tone to the stranger, "Faith, that takes me back some few years. It's Sir Robert Gadlen now, old stranger."
He made an exaggerated bow to emphasize his words.
His stranger remarked, "You've had good fortune, I take it."
Hob continued to explain, "The gods have smiled on me as they smile on all England where no man is slave or bondsman."
Then he pointed to the dish in front of him, making a point of playing the perfect host, "Venison pasty?"
The stranger just shook his head, but Hob didn't let it faze him and took one for himself, "No? They're good."
He bit into it, humming with pleasure before recounting his life over the last hundred years.
"Let's see. Last we spoke, I was working with Billy Caxton. Made some gold from that. Put it to work in Henry Tudor's shipyards. I made a small pile."
He poured himself another glass of wine, after all, if the stranger didn't know how to enjoy the pleasures of life, Hob wouldn't be shy. He had been deprived of it for long enough and had worked hard to enjoy it.
He continued, "Then I went north for a year or so, came back as my son. Done that twice now."
He chuckled slightly at the memory and held the empty jug out to the servant before resuming his tale, "When Fat Henry had gone for the monasteries, I bought my estates, and a healthy gift of gold to the Crown saw to..."
Hob paused, sparing his effect, happy to announce one of his greatest prides, and announced grandiosely, "A knighthood."
The stranger nodded, a slight, very slight smile on his lips, which Hob decided was of approval and then continued, having saved the best for last, "That's not all. Here."
He reached into the small pouch on the table that he carried with him everywhere and pulled out a hand-painted medallion. He proudly showed it to the stranger and couldn't help his voice becoming soft and emotional as it did every time he spoke of his family, "My fair Eleanor and little Robyn. My first son born in over 200 years on this Earth, that I know of."
Hob couldn't quite decipher the stranger's expression, there was a strange mixture of approval but also a coldness he didn't understand.
Was there really nothing Hob was doing that didn't find favor in his eyes.
Couldn't he just be happy about Hob's happiness? Of his achievements?
Leaving these gloomy thoughts aside, Hob became serious again and said softly, "It's funny. This is what I always dreamed Heaven would be like, way back. It's safe to walk the streets. Enough food. Good wine."
He swallowed as he thought about the past two centuries, how far he had come, what he had been through, and added in an emotional voice, "Life is so rich."
The stranger looked at him for a few seconds, but suddenly his attention was drawn to a man who was declaiming near their table, "God's wounds! If only I could write like you."
His stranger turned his head away. Ignoring Hob completely.
Hob felt again as he had a hundred years ago.
As if all his efforts to become better were nothing.
So out of spite, Hob continued to eat and, when the stranger again deigned to care about his presence, he asked Hob, "Who is he?"
Hob replied, "His name's Will Shaxberd. Acts a bit. Wrote a play."
The stranger asked, looking at the other man again, "Is he good?"
Hob, irritated by the stranger's lack of interest, replied curtly, "No, he's crap." then pointing to another man sitting next to the stranger's new point of interest, he added, "Now, that chap next to him, with the broken leg, he is a good playwright."
In a last attempt to capture his stranger's interest Hob continued, "Anyway, I've saved the best bit for last. The queen herself slept at my house this summer. That was expensive."
But the stranger looked at him and raised his hand to silence him before getting up and joining this low-life author.
He had never felt such deep disappointment in two hundred years as he did at that moment.
What more did he have to do?
He had worked long and hard to get to where he was, all alone, and all he got was indifference. This parody of an author would arrive, declaim three verses and Hob would no longer exist.
What did he lack to ignite that spark of interest in the stranger's eyes?
And above all, why did Hob care so much?
Why did he wish from the bottom of his heart to capture the interest and receive the approval of such a mysterious man?
The maid pulled him out of his thoughts by asking, "Sir, do you still want the lamb, sir?"
Hob watched with bated breath as the stranger walked away with this Will Shaxberd, then looked at the table overflowing with food around him and replied, falsely cheerful, "Aye. Bring on the lamb."
Biting into a piece of chicken, he muttered to himself, "Everything to live for. And nowhere to go but up."
But he was not in the cheery mood his words suggested.
Not at all.
In the end, his stranger hadn't stayed, not even to hear the end of his story, or even to give him a heads-up that he would be there in a hundred years.
Would he still be there?
Even if it was only to continue his little experiment, or had even that lost its interest?
In any case, Hob will have a hundred years to recover from the disappointment.
Hob was stubborn and he, himself, would be there no matter what.
No matter what fate decided to put in his way, he would be there to meet him.
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Still not my native language
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Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝
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"Home of the Lost: Chapter 14"
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Summer, 1891
"Do you think we can ever return to London?"
Marko looked up at the girl sitting across from him. Her face held a look of guilt - after all, she had been the main cause of their rapid decision to move.
"Maybe in a few decades when everything is forgotten."
She nodded, twirling one of her curls between her fingers. "Marko?"
"Hm?"
"I didn't mean to let the - to let it go that far."
"I know, love. We got out of there alive, that's the important thing."
She nodded, taking her red notebook from the table before writing in it.
She had always wondered how the two of them could be so similar yet so different. Her sires, brothers, surrogate parents - whatever was best depending on the situation. When she had been changed back in 1887 - which now seemed centuries ago - she hadn't had the best control over her thirst. She still hadn't, but it was getting better.
A lack of control meant several things. One: one had to feed often. Two: The killings were more brutal. Eleanor had tried to control the hunger, listening closely to whatever Paul and Marko told her. Yet back in 1888, when they had allowed her to hunt alone, it had all gone wrong.
She used to hunt in White Chapel, and as her murders grew more gruesome, the newspapers began to name the killer "Jack the Ripper."
Paul had found her at the body of the second victim and had decided to help her. He had written the notes to Scotland Yard, taunting the police. It had thrown the cops off their trail, but many people were so terrified that the streets were deserted and they could no longer hunt. When Marko found out he was angry. Eleanor had endangered their existence by killing so violently, and Paul had only stimulated her. It had created a slight drift between the small family, and the relationship between Eleanor and Marko still wasn't the same.
So, at the beginning of 1889, they moved. First to Ireland. Then to New York. And now they lived down in the west, in a small town that had never been given an actual name.
"Will you teach me how to paint?"
Marko looked at her, closing his eyes for a bit. "I promised you I would. Come on, if we leave now we can still buy you some equipment."
Eleanor grinned, hugging him tightly. "Thank you!"
He nodded, grabbing his coat. The two vampires walked out the door, taking a carriage to get to the other side of town. There, on the corner of the street, was a small art-supply store.
They were in and out in minutes, having bought not only some canvasses and paint but also an easel and several high-quality brushes. "Can you teach me how to paint a sunset? Or a sunrise? I hardly remember what they looked like."
Marko looked at her and decided right then and there he couldn't stay angry. He had been like her once too, yet he had been alone. "Let's just start with learning how to paint."
She smiled, taking his hand as she stopped walking. "I'm really glad you two found me, you know."
"No need to suck up to me, Elle. Go on, if you want to hunt, you can go alone this time."
"Really? Oh, thank you! I promise, no more unwanted massacres!"
He laughed, taking the supplies home, as the younger girl stayed behind. She wandered the streets for a bit before stopping in front of the hospital. Hospitals were easy places. Many people came out, and when they found a teen in need of some help, they'd be more than willing to do just so.
"Look at that," a cold voice said from behind her as she just finished her - for lack of a better word - meal. Startled, she looked up, her red eyes staring at the two men standing behind her. "I told you there was another fucking bloodsucker here."
"Wh- who are you?"
"You got the stakes?"
Eleanor froze. Hunters. She looked around, realising she was quite literally driven into a corner. She cursed under her breath, jumping up in hopes of flying away. She stumbled, falling down. Laying on the ground, she realised she had probably just sealed her fate. "Please, please don't -"
She felt silent as the two men began to laugh. In the moonlight, she could see their fangs, and her fear made place for confusion.
"Fuck, you really are a newbie, aren't you?" said one of them, while the other apologised for scaring her.
"What- who are you?"
"My name's David. This is Dwayne."
"Im-"
"Kid, are you okay?" Eleanor looked up, glad to see Paul standing at the alley entrance. She nodded, although she didn't seem to be sure. "Let's go home."
"Not so fast," David stopped Paul, his hand resting in his shoulder. "This is no way to treat your friends."
"We ain't friends."
"We will be."
Dwayne hadn't listened to the conversation, not really anyway. David always had this habit of showing off and acting tough - and tonight was no difference. Instead, he turned to the girl. She couldn't be older than seventeen, and even that was a guess. She was young, in both human and vampire years. Dwayne knew what David's intention was. Forming a bigger 'family'. More vampires meant more protection. Younger vampires were often more impressionable, and therefore easier to manipulate into joining a family. The vampire David was talking with, however, seemed way older. Older than David even. Dwayne knew right then and there, somehow, that they would probably join the family - or at least become friends. Right then and there, he decided that no matter the outcome of tonight, he wouldn't let the girl become a victim of whatever would go down between the other vampires. Vampires were messy, and she deserved to live a life in which she wouldn't get dragged into their messes.
Eleanor woke up, startled by the feeling of someone holding her. The memories of earlier that day came flooding back to her. She was no longer alone in her painting.
"Paul?"
He woke up. "What's up?"
"I just really want to go home," she murmured softly as she hugged him.
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Bremore Palace - 11:53am
Molly: Your Majesty, Lady Holden is here to see you.
Elizabeth: I wasn't expecting her today. Did I make plans and forget to add it to my calendar?
Molly: Ma'am she mentioned she did not have an appointment but was hoping to see you.
Elizabeth: Well, I'm glad I didn't miss something. Please send her in and ask the chef to prepare lunch.
Molly: Will do ma'am.
Elizabeth: Jill, I'm so happy you came by today. I've been meaning to schedule a luncheon. I've asked Molly to have the chef prepare us something to eat.
Jillian: I'm sorry Liz but I'm not here for food and idle gossip. I'm here to discuss your decisions that have affected my son.
Elizabeth: Oh...
Jillian: Oh? That's all you have to say to me? How could you do this and not tell me?
Elizabeth: I wanted to tell you but-
Jillian: But what? How long have you know? How many opportunities did you have to tell me? Is this how you miraculously got Druzar to agree to the trade agreement? You knew for over 3 years and didn't say anything? I thought I was your best friend, your sister! You should hav-
Elizabeth: I GET IT! Don't you think I tried everything I could to get out of it? Don't you see I'm hurting too? Yes, I know my choices have hurt your family. Archer is like a son to me, I did not want to hurt him or Eleanor but there was no other option. Eleanor has barely spoken to me since she found out, I cannot loose you too Jill.
Jillian: I cannot imagine the stress that you were under when you had to make that choice and I do not envy the position you are in. I also cannot ignore how hurt I feel from the fact that you chose to hide this from me and that it hurt Archer. We have been friends for far too long for you to loose me but I need some time. I have to work though my feeling and help Archer work through his. I will let you know when I'm ready to be your friend again.
Elizabeth: I understand.
Jillian: I should get going. Goodbye Liz.
Elizabeth: Goodbye Jill.
Jillian: By the way, I would go find Eleanor. I overheard the staff on the way in calling her the purple princess. I don't think they were referring to her eyes.
Elizabeth: Thank you Jill.
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The way Eleanor Rigby and Gwen met was rather awkward. Gwen came as a new student at the beginning of Sophomore year, and wanted to join the Decathlon team.Mj initially wanted to suggest to Peter to give her a tour of the school, but since he left the meet up early, Eleanor had to give Gwen the tour.
Eleanor noticed that Gwen was tired and confused, which made him more eager to be friendly to her, to show her that Midtown High was a welcoming place, just like how Peter had shown him.After the tour was over, the two hadn't talked for a week, even if they did want to know each other more, especially Gwen, who noticed Eleanor’s doodles on the sketchbook he always carried with him, but she was afraid to talk, as everyone whom she thought was a friend to her only talked to her to either gossip or out of pity.
It was only a rainy day that gave them the chance of a new friendship once again.Both of them were going to the comic book store, but Gwen didn’t have an umbrella with her and Eleanor noticed that, so he let Gwen sit under his umbrella. On their way there, Gwen asked him what were his favourite comics, and Eleanor answered joyfully, since talking about heroes, their stories and the art of comic books was his favourite topic.Gwen was further fascinated by Eleanor, since at first glance he was a shy person, but given the chance to talk, the opportunity of friendship, one could discover a creative and idealistic person.At the comic book store, Gwen also told Eleanor she’s an artist, and a huge fan of animes and cartoons, as they have influenced her art style. Eleanor’s eyes sparkled, suggesting that they could meet up at a caffe to draw one day.And so they talked for hours, and hours and hours.
As time went on, the two would start hanging out together more and more. Eleanor felt that whenever he talked to Gwen, his day brightened up, her joy, her passion about her favourite subjects, her rambles about her favourite early 2000s emo bands inspired him.While he also would often hang out with Peter, Ned and Mj, their friendship giving him joy, there was something else about Gwen, something…special.Maybe it was her laughter, or her rebellious attitude, her confidence about the world, her future ,her sense of fashion that made her look like a mix between Barbie and Harley Quinn or how she was a skilled artist and drummer, Gwen being the first person Eleanor showed his electric guitar skills.
“Maybe we could start a band one day, but we would still need a singer” the two of them would often think.Gwen was courageous, defending Eleanor whenever someone would try and mock him or leading people to safety whenever danger would ensure and Spider-man hasn't arrived to save the day yet, Eleanor would ask himself sometimes if Gwen was a superhero like Peter.
Not long after he returned to the blip, it hit him…he was in love with Gwen Stacy.But at the same time he was too afraid to do anything about it, he didn't want to ruin the wonderful friendship they already had,he would wonder anxiously if Gwen would no longer want to be friends with him had he confessed his love to her.
But what he didn’t know was that Gwen was in love with him as much as he was in love with her.His kindness, his sparkle wherever he gushed about his favourite subjects, his gracefulness. He reminded her of a prince, or of Howl Jenkins Pendragon.She loved how he romanticised life, how he dreamed with open eyes, his patience whenever she rambled about how annoyed she was whenever her uncle wanted her to be as successful as her cousin, the astronaut, how well he played the electric guitar, his kindness or how well organised he was.
Both of them are afraid of what the other would think, were they to confess their love to each other. The best thing they could do was hold onto the amazing friendship that they had, their movie marathons, drawing sessions, their long conversations. Nothing could ruin what they had, it was Eleanor and Gwen against the insanity of the world.
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Remember me -3
Book: The Royal Romance AU
Pairing: Leo x Madeleine
Word count: 1206
Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry.
Rating: Mature
Warning: Mention of death.
Prompt: Features @choicesaprilchallenge2021 Day 10-horizon.
Summary: Leo has returned, has been brought back to Cordonia after almost three decades. But he is not the same Leo we knew. He is devastated after his wife Katie’s death and his own brother Liam is not able to revive him out of the grief. Everyone looks at one person with all hopes: Madeleine. Will their story begin again at the twilight of their lives?
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Present day...
The Lake... Madeleine crossed the tall boundary around the palace, beyond which grew the flowers and shrubs, wildly on the lakeside. The fence was made of wired mesh, which was camouflaged by a thick growth of the blue morning glory over it.
The flowers attracted Madeleine even today just like they did when she was eleven years old....
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Past...
Queen Eleanor had softened the rough look of the fence with her aesthetic touch. It was serendipity when Madeleine had run away, trying to play a prank on Leo one day when she had first witnessed the blossoming wall…
“Caught ya!” Leo pounced on Madeleine while she was lost in the beauty of the bloom. She lost her balance and both of them tripped and rolled down the slope to the lake. When they finally came to a halt, Madeleine’s head was a bush with a few wild flowers hanging out of her golden tangles. Leo pointed at her head and doubled up laughing. “You look like a clown! Mad Maddie!”
Madeleine frowned at him and he quickly started picking the twigs from her hair. She blushed when he tried moving his fingers through her curls like a comb. “There. Now you are all good.”
“Thank you.” She lowered her eyelashes shyly.
He cupped her cherubic face with his stubby fingers. “I am sorry I didn't mean to let you fall like that.”
Her jade eyes shone brightly, “It is fine Leo. It wasn’t your fault. I lost my balance.” She turned around to look at the calm waters. “This place is beautiful. I never saw it before.”
“Yes, Mom is trying to beautify this side of the palace. She got the hedge maze done and Liam claimed it all. She has promised me that she is going to make a beautiful lakeside garden especially for me here.” Leo boasted.
“It is so sweet of her. She loves you so much even when you are her step son.” Madeleine covered her mouth with shock as soon as the words spilled out.
Leo kept smiling, unaffected.
She tried to explain. “I am so sorry! That was not my intention. It's just that I… I have a mother but she doesn’t care.” Madeleine was almost in tears. Leo clasped her shoulders and proudly said. “It’s okay. You know, my Mom is very loving. She loves you too.”
He stood up and pulled her up along with him and beamed at her, “You can share the lake side with me. We can plant your favourite flowers here with Mom.”
“Really?” Madeleine jumped in excitement as she hugged Leo.
“Yes! Why not!” He exclaimed. "It's my special place. And I want to share it with you."
Both the kids dusted each other's clothes and rushed back to the palace to speak to Eleanor.
After a few days, Madeleine chose Hydrangea to match the blue of morning glory and they planted a row of the flowers. The next time, she got Bluebells.
“Why are you planting all blue flowers?” Leo asked her as she placed some wet soil over her newly planted shrub.
“I love the blues, they match your eyes.” She said bashfully.
“And the greens attached to them?” Leo teased.
“That is the colour of my eyes.” She gazed into his sapphire eyes and then faltered when she realised Leo was staring back at her. “They also resemble the horizon." She pointed at the other end of the lake where the row of olive groves met the firozi skies. Leo sat with her to admire the beauty of the horizon till late in the evening. They left with a promise to come back with more plans and plants.
But the warmth of their favourite little outing place didn’t last long. Their world came crashing down with Eleanor’s sudden death. Liam was too young but for Leo this was the second trauma. He lost his mother once again. Madeleine tried to alleviate his pain by doing his favourite things.
One such day, she pulled Leo to the lake side to surprise him with the new planters of Iris flowers. She chose these specially to dedicate them to Eleanor. But it brought back his mother’s memories making it more painful. He felt more hurt. Tears rolled down his burning eyes as he picked up a planter and threw it away in anger.
“Blue and green never meet.” His lakeside garden dream was shattered. “It's all false. Nothing is true. It is all flawed. Blue and green never meet! The horizon is fake. It is an illusion! Look Madeleine…” He shouted. “its an illusion! It was never true.”
He stomped away in anger. A disheartened Madeleine held herself tightly as she cried out, her cries turning into sobs and sobs mellowing down to few hiccups. As the shine of sun turned to twilight and twilight dulled down to darkness.
But she never gave up. She kept adding little shrubs and bushes of blue flowers in the memory of Queen Eleanor, till it was complete one day. Till, Leo came back with her to his garden, their garden. Till they held hands and stood quietly looking at the horizons.
Present day...
Today, she could see a stooped old figure lethargically moving in that lakeside garden. She took a deep breath. Once again she was going to remind Leo of the happier times. Once again she was going to stand holding his hand gazing at the horizons, reliving the warmth of their yesteryears.
She closed the distance, crossing the gentian blues and the phlox shrub. As she neared the back of the figure standing in the greens, her heartbeat raced. Twenty six long years! She placed her shivering hand on his shoulder. “Leo?”
The tall man turned to look at her. His face had more wrinkles than she could count. The eyes she was searching for were dull and listless. The lips that smiled once were dropped at the corner.
“Yes?” he spoke in a shaky voice. Gone was the tinker in his voice, she noticed.
“How are you?” Madeleine knew better to keep her calm and continue the conversation.
“I am good, thank you.” He completed the formality in a monotone.
She looked down at his hands holding iris flowers at the green stem.
"You remember." She said in a whisper, her heart fluttering.
"How can I forget?" He said in a heavy voice, as if he would break down at any moment.
Madeleine tried to show support and placed her hand on his, holding the flowers.
But he suddenly snatched away. "What are you trying lady?" He yelled at her.
"Leo?" She searched his eyes. "You said you remembered?" She asked him confused.
He glared at her. "Yes. I remember. I remember Katie. How can I forget her?" He thumped his way up to the palace, mumbling incoherent words. Madeleine stood facing the serene waters while the flood from her eyes refused to stop.
The line of olive grove that met the blue sky seemed to be hazy and it faded completely, as the sun went down.
A voice echoed from over the surface of the lake. "Look Madeleine! The horizon is fake. It is an illusion! it was never true."
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