#this would be Tatiana’s husband’s father

[applesaucesims]

Ever since Leah's passing, the old Jones home had stayed empty, only the graveyard still in use and kept in the general family ownership. With nobody left to look after it, the house had quickly become overgrown with plants, but the family did not mind. If anything, it felt as though their ancestors were given new life through them.

The funeral was not just for Edward, either. Just that morning, Tilly's partner Everett had passed away, too. Since him and Edward had been friends since school years, before him and Tilly had even met, it did not come as a surprise, though that did not make it any less sad.

Christine was now the only member of the family left that had actually been born in the old house. With that thought in the back of her mind, she looked upon the graves in front of her, knowing that it likely was her turn next. Her husband Parker, who was stood just behind her, seemed to notice her pensiveness and gently stroked her shoulder, while their three children almost subconsciously moved closer in support.

Once everyone had broken off into separate groups, Emma sat down on the stairs with her brother, accompanied by their partners, for some catching up time. It had been a while since they had talked, apart from general family gatherings, since Emma was busy with the kids during the day, and Kenneth was often with his band at nights.

Aside from that, Kenneth and Tia had been busy with more than just music. Their romantic involvement had come to a level at which they had decided to just go and tie the knot. Feeling so elated after one of their performances, they had ran off to the town hall to elope, just the two of them.

Of course, Emma felt a bit sad about the fact that she was not at her brother's wedding, but she understood that a quick ceremony without big announcements was much more his style. Mostly, she was happy that he had found his way in life, and Tia was a lovely person, so he was in good hands. Deep down, she knew their father would have thought the same, and she made sure Kenneth knew about this, too. And still, even if not on the wedding day itself, the two siblings could have a late celebration some other day, or Emma would make sure to remind Ken about it until they did.

[TRANSCRIPT]

Emma: "Gosh, I wish we would have had more time."

Kenneth: "Tell me about it."

Tatiana: "Right, I now wish he'd have been there with us."

Kenneth: "Me too."

Emma: "Been where with you?"

Kenneth: "Well, in between gigs, we sort of... eloped."

Emma: "What!? And you didn't invite me?"

Kenneth: "Hey, the point of eloping is that nobody's invited."

Tatiana: "We would have, had it been any other way."

Kenneth: "Though now I wonder how it might've been with Dad around."

Emma: "Oh, you know he's always been your biggest supporter. He'd be proud either way. But you've got to invite Niall and me for dinner some time to make it up to us!"

[imaginesforeveryone]

A Death in the Family

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Y/N  Summary: You have married Thomas Shelby, the emperor, you have been setting up the Shelby foundation while you had so much free time on your hands now. But, on the night of the foundation event things happen the you weren’t expecting. (based on E2S3) Warning:angst, violence, mention of death, guns, business!Tommy, comforting!Tommy 

It was finally the night of the big event you have been planning. While you didn’t get involved in the other side of Tommy’s business, you stayed occupied with the foundation you grew from the inside of your shared home, while he did his business. 

Arriving at the theater where the ballet would be held, Tommy helped you out of the car and walked in with you. 

“Are your ready, love?” He asked looking around at the people who stood and mingled. 

“Of course I am.” You said with a smile and kissing him on the cheek. 

“Thank you.” You told him. He just gave you a slight smile and you went and mingled with your guests you spent days inviting. 

You saw the leader of the Birmingham City Council. 

“Hello, Mrs. Shelby. ” He said shaking your hand. 

“Here let’s go find Thomas and introduce you two.” Making small talk as you walked through the crowd of people, and then spotting your husband. 

“There he is.” You said with a smile. 

“Tommy.” You said as you got closer to him. He turned to see you and a man behind you you .

“He’s the leader of the Birmingham City Council.” You said introducing him to Tommy. 

“Hello Tommy.” He said shaking Tommy’s hand. 

“Hello Danny.” Tommy replied back, making you a bit confused.

“How'a business?” Danny asked. 

“Alright, it’s holding up. How are you?” Tommy asked shaking Danny’s hand. 

“You know each other?” You asked not knowing they knew each other.

“I have interests in a steelworks in Cradley Heath. Tommy helps me get my products to the carmakers.” Daniel spoke, kind of making a bit upset introducing someone to Tommy that has already known him. 

“Congratulations, Mrs. Shelby, on your wedding.” You smiled coming out of the little funk that the interaction put you in. 

“Thank you, I’m surprised you weren’t invited.” You said with a bit of sarcasm in your voice directed at Tommy. 

“Now, how would that look, eh?” He said with a smile. Noticing Tommy staring between you and Daniel. You both looking to see what, or who he was looking at. Seeing two men walk through the door together. 

“Oh, now, the party has really started.” Daniel said looking at the two men. 

“Who are they?” You asked not recognizing them. 

“Father John Hughes from St. Mary’s Boys Reformatory, and with him is Mr. Patrick Jarvis, MP. They are part of an organization called Economic League.” Daniel explained to you. Tommy still glaring at them. 

“Did you invite them, Y/N?” He asked you, with somewhat of a worry in his voice and face. 

“Their names sound familiar.” You said thinking to yourself. 

“They were recommended by the Lord Mayor.” You said remembering the name and looking at Tommy. 

“Oh. On your ‘best people of the city’ list, eh?” He asked with a bit of sarcasm. 

“Do you know them?” You asked Tommy as it seemed like he had some battle to fight with the. 

“I’ll introduce you, Tommy.” Daniel said before Tommy could answer your question. The men walked away into the other room. 

“That’s all right, Danny. I’ll introduce myself.” Tommy said with a look of a mission in his eyes. Tommy walked away and you watched as he walked. You rolled your eyes, but went back to holding a conversation with Daniel, before going and looking for your family. Finding Ada, Finn, and Polly finally. 

“Where is Tommy?” Ada asked you. 

“You know Tommy.” You said tipping back the glass of champagne you had in annoyance. 

“I’m sure he’s mingling. Getting peoples money. You know how he is.” Polly spoke. After about 20 minutes of mingling with people. You stood with the duchess Tatiana Petrovna. You saw Tommy heading towards you two. 

“Tommy. This is Duchess Tatiana Petrovna.” You said introducing them too. Tommy cleared his throat a bit. 

“Come on, Tommy, aren’t you impressed to meet a real duchess?” You asked as he just stood in silence. 

“Well, I understand they charge a fee.” He spoke up, catching you off guard by his comment. 

“Mr. Shelby, you’re very direct.” Tatiana spoke with a scoff of his words. Also making you stare at him in disbelief he just said that. 

“Too direct.” You said looking at him. He looked over at you swaying back and forth like he was uncomfortable.

“But it’s true.” Tatiana said and you definitely didn’t expect her to agree with his comment. 

“I attend these things for the champagne and for the chance to be treated like a duchess again.” She said looking over at you, looking back at her with a fake smile on your face.

“You should have kissed my hand, Mr. Shelby.” She spoke looking at Tommy, instantly making you mad. But, you decided not to show it and watch Tommy’s next move at her comment. 

“Forgive me.” He said taking her hand and kissing the top of it, making you even more mad at him. 

“She was asking about my Sapphire.” You said looking at him.

“I thought I recognized it.” She spoke. 

“ She said it was Russian.” You told Tommy looking at him with anger in your eyes and a little in your voice. 

“My husband has business in Russia. Perhaps you know about it, Tatiana?” You asked looking back over at her trying to see what the hell was going on between them two. 

“Well, tonight is not a night for business, eh?” Tommy said before Tatiana could answer your question. 

“Is that why you were in the concert hall for 10 minutes?” You asked with sass in your voice at him. 

“I think people are ready for dinner now, Y/N.” He said trying to get off topic. 

“No, no. I’m not done pumping people for their money.” You said looking back over at Tatiana.

“What is 'pump for money?’” She asked very interested in what you said. 

“Its what I do everyday.” Tommy spoke trying to disengage the tension. 

“You know each other do you? You see, I am in charge of compiling the list of guests, but it’s my husband who seems to know all of them.” You said with even more sass than before, and Tommy motioning someone for something. 

“I’ve heard he’s very well connected.” She spoke to your comment.

“And where does a duchess hear that?” You said with a smile and looking over at Tommy. 

“In certain circles.” She replied back quickly.

“Alright, enough. Ada.” Tommy said again trying to break the tension. Ada coming between your two. 

“Y/N, there’s a Lady Dowager who wants to speak to you about coffee mornings. She mentioned a 2,000 pound cash donation.” Ada said to you catching your interest. 

“Tatiana, you and I will speak later.” You said to her with no intention of being nice.

“I would like that.” She said so innocently. Ada pulled you away to go speak to her. 

“Who the hell is she?” You asked Ada.

“I don’t know. But tonight is about having fun, raising money. Not whatever that was.” Ada spoke. You rolled your eyes and followed her to the women after a bit more mingling you couldn’t help but keep your mind off of who she was and how Tommy knew her. After, about 2 minutes of talking to the Lady, Tommy came over.

“Y/N. Listen to me. Look, I can explain.” He said trying to, what seemed like apologize for what just happened. 

“Go away.” You said turning yourself away from him. You heard a gong being hit and a man speak. 

“Lady and Gentleman.” He spoke. 

“For once, you shouldn’t have to explain.” You said turning yourself back to Tommy who kept trying to talk to you. 

“The loyalty toast, to His Majesty the King.” The man continued. 

“Dinner is served.” He finished. 

“You look beautiful, but you need to take this off.” He said motioning to the sapphire around your neck. 

“Why? Because you think it would look better on her?” You said now just being an asshole. 

“Y/N, look at me, fuck these people, eh. Fuck 'em, I need you to be alright.” Tommy said now with his hands on your shoulders keeping you in place. 

“I need you, Y/N, I need you.” He spoke to you now with a bit of worry then anger in your heart. You smiled at him and stroked his shirt looking into his eyes. Putting your fingers up to his chin and bringing his lips to your, you kissed him gently.

“Damn you , Tommy Shelby.” You said with a slight giggle and going in for more kisses not mad at him. It was hard for you to stay mad at him with he words that come out of his mouth and his beautiful blue eyes. 

“Shall we go inside.” You asked him coming out of the kiss and looking into his eyes. At this moment knowing nothing could ruin this night. Nothing could ruin the love you have for this man. Not even a Russian Duchess. You loved him with all your being and couldn’t wait for the rest of your lives together. 

“Yeah.” He said and turning you two to walk into the dining hall for dinner. But you saw an odd man push passed Polly, and raised a gun to you and Tommy.

“For Angel!” He yelled. Tommy grabbing you trying to pull you behind him but not in enough time. You felt nothing. Nothing but cold. Felt something dripping down your arm. You didn’t know what. But, then you got dizzy and couldn’t hold yourself up anymore. You felt yourself fall, but not to the ground. Into Tommy’s arms who screamed across the room. Everything was blurry. Seemed like everything was in slow motion. Looking up and seeing Tommy’s face and resting your hand on his shoulder as you laid on the ground, in his arms. Starting to black out here and there a bit. Seeing flashes of black, and seeing Arthur, John, and Finn beating the life out of the man who just held up a gun at you and your husband moments ago. But then everything got dark. Could barely hear the faint yells of people around you. Then nothing. 

Your eyes fluttered open just a bit. The room was bright. But it was too blurry for you to make out where you were. You tried to move a bit, but felt a sharp pain go down your arm making you wince at it. 

“Y/N.” You heard a faint female voice say. Trying to look around you saw an outline of what looked like Ada. 

“Ada?” You asked.

“Yes. Y/N stay still. You were shot. It almost killed you. But, it didn’t. You are still pretty beat up. So just stay still.” She said to you. 

“Where’s Tommy?” You asked softly through raspy voice. 

“I’ll go get him. Finn will be right here with you.” She said a she pulled Finn over. You eyes becoming more clear you could see the young Shelby boy. 

“Finn, help me sit up a bit please?” You asked trying to move yourself.

“Ada, said to stay still.” He said grabbing your hand. 

“Finn.” You said still getting up. He quickly ran to the side that you didn’t get shot in and helping you up slightly. 

“Grab me water please?” You asked him. He grabbed the glass of water from the side of the bed. You realized you were in your home at that point. 

“ 'Ere you are.” He said holding the glass up to your lips and you took some water. 

“Y/N?” You heard Tommy’s voice faintly from the hall way. 

“Y/N!” He raised his voice as he walked into the room seeing you as he walked in the room. 

“hello my love.” You said still a bit groggy still. 

“Everyone out.” He said as he crossed the room to you. 

“How are you feeling my love?” He asked brushing a few strings of hair behind your ear. 

“In pain. But, I’m alive.” You said putting a hand on his face. Noticing his puffy eyes. He turned his face into your hand and kissed your palm. 

“You should get some rest love.” He said rubbing his thumb over your cheek. 

“Tommy.” You spoke to him. 

“Yes, love?” He said giving you his full attention. 

“Why am I at home? Why am I not in a hospital? I almost died.” You asked. 

“Get some sleep, we’ll talk more when you awake again.” He told you. 

“Thomas” You said with anger in your voice now. 

“You were in the hospital for about 2 days. But when we found out that you weren’t going to die, we had them move you to our home so you were more comfortable when you woke up.” He explained. But you knew he was lying.

“Tommy.” You said knowing he was lying. 

“We needed you safe in the house so the Changretta family thought you died. They meant to kill me Y/N, but when the guy shot, they missed and shot you. After that, they thought they had leverage on me. So, now they think you are dead. They think they destroyed me. They did just a little bit when I sat for hours thinking you weren’t coming back.” He explained to you. 

“John, and Arthur also think you are dead. I needed them to think you were so they stayed on track to find Mr. & Mrs. Changretta to kill them and keep the anger in them. The only people who know you are alive are me, Ada, Finn, and Charles. Charlie would sit here with you while you slept with me also.” He explained further. 

“Did they find him?” You asked Tommy with a very serious face now. 

“They are very close. We heard that they are trying to flee to New York to their son, knowing we are coming after them.” He answered your question. 

“Are they going to kill them?” You asked. 

“I told them kill the wife, and keep the old man alive for me to finish off.” He said taking your hand in his once again. 

“I’m so happy you are alive.” He said breaking the silence. 

“Take me to where they are brining him.” You spoke ignoring what he said prior. 

“What?” He asked looking at you confused. 

“Take me to where John, and Arthur are bringing the old man.” You spoke once again. 

“You need to rest.” He said. 

“Thomas.” You said with a firm voice.

“I thought you didn’t want anything to do with that side of the business?” He asked. 

“Tommy. I died. Even if I didn’t die physically. Y/N Shelby died. Everyone thinks I’m dead. I need to kill the man who killed me. So take me to him.” You said firmly. Tommy just sat and looked at you. 

“Ada!” He called out breaking the silence. 

“Yes.” She said running to the door. 

“Help me get her up. She wants to go on a trip.” He told her. 

After about an hour you were finally ready to go. Still in pain, but the help of cocaine and pain killers it was bearable. Walking through the halls and to the stairs you saw you son sitting with Finn. You smiled and held on to the railing for help down the stairs, but Tommy came quickly next to you for more support. Getting to the bottom of the stairs, you walked over to Finn and Charles. He sat on Finns lap

“My baby.” you said with tears welling in your eyes. Slowly you got down on you knee to come eye level with him. A smile spreading across his face and reaching out for you. That made you cry even more because you could hold him, and squeeze him like you wanted to. 

“Baby, daddy and mommy will be back soon .” You said caressing his cheek. Tommy coming behind you helping you to your feet. 

“Thank you Finn.” You said messing his hair with a smile. With that you and Tommy walked out of you home and to the car. Helping you settle into it and rounding to the driver side. 

“Are you sure you want this love?” Tommy asked you. 

“I’m a new women now Tom. Whether you do it or I do it. Need to see it happen. He did this to me.” You told him. he nodded his head and started the car and off you two were to go face the man who all-in-all did this to you. 

About 40 minutes later of small talk with Tommy learning everything that has been going on, on his side of the business, while you were out, you two pulled up to what looked like an abandoned building. Getting out of the car, holding you arm for support so it didn’t hang. Taking a deep breath as you began walking into the building down a very dark corridor. Seeing a bit of light at the end that opened to a large room. Looking across and seeing John who faced you two, his eyes widened and Arthur who had his back to the door way turned to also have wide eyes as his eyes settled on you. Giving them a slight grin and then looking at the man sat in the middle of the room. Arms tired behind the chair he sat in, sounds of prayers coming from his lips. You walked over to John, settling next to him in silence he pecked a kiss on your cheek, and Arthur walking to you and doing the same. Stood between the two men as Tommy stopped in front of the man, but then walking to the right to set his case of tools down along with the lantern in his hand. He pulled his hat off of his head then his jacket setting it down. The man praying in Italian with his eyes closed Tommy just stared at. Tommy pulled the chair closer to the old man and sat in it looking at him, even though he wasn’t looking back. 

“Do you know what time it is, old man?” Tommy asked. But the man with no reply, just the prayers he still sang and his eyes shut. 

“I’ll tell ya.” Tommy said and grabbed his pocket watch. 

“It’s after 7 in the evening, and I’m going to keep you alive until it gets light.” Tommy said pointing his still gloved finger at the man. John pulling you into him just slightly for comfort of what is about to happen. Tommy scooted his chair just a bit closer. The man still not giving attention to Tommy, which you could see him starting to get angry about. 

“I’ll not deliver the final cut until we can both hear the blackbirds singing outside.” Tommy said in the old mans face but still no attentions given. Now Tommy grabbing the back of the mans neck and brining him closer so he knows he could hear him. 

“It’s a beautiful sound.” Tommy said looking directly at you. 

“Which my wife will never her again.” He spoke with lies on his tongue knowing the man didn’t see you walk in with him. 

“Or will she?” He said still looking at you and holding his neck still. Tommy stood and motioned John to bring him the case of razors. He opened it and Tommy took a blade from it. 

“Now, I’m gonna have to choose carefully which part of you I cut away first.” He said opening the blade and pointing it at the man. John walked back over next you and just looked at you with sadness in his eyes. You stood tall as you watched what was going on in front of you. 

“Open your eyes.” He told the old man who still sat saying his prayers. 

“Open your eyes, or I will cut away your fucking eyelids!!” Tommy now yelling at him. You looked over at Arthur who also looked not too happy about the situation. The man now with his eyes open and Tommy very close to his face. 

“Now look at me.” Tommy spoke. 

“Now look at her!” He yelled grabbing the mans neck and yanking it too look back at you. The man began crying even more when he saw you. 

“This is the end. You know she’s alive. But you will only know for a few short hours. No one else will know.” Tommy spoke to him, letting him know he’s the only one out of the family that knew you were alive.

“It was your tongue that gave the order.” Tommy spoke after a short silence and grabbing the mans face. This has became a painfully slow ordeal and you don’t know how much longer you could wait starting to become impatient. You understood what he was doing, but why? When he was going to die either way. 

“I’ll take your tongue first.” He said looking into the old mans eyes. 

“Then I’ll take your ears.” He said now stood up. You couldn’t lie, he was sexy as fuck when he was like this. You’ve never seen it before, but now you can’t wait to see it more often. 

“Then I’ll take your fingers.” Tommy said now sweaty, and taking a few steps backs and moving the chair out of the way.

“Then your fucking toes.” He said walking towards the man again. 

“See, if i take your balls first, you drain too fast like you fuckers do.” Tommy said now back in the mans face. Now you stood very impatient watching this happen. 

“No, Think tongue first. Tongue first.” He said as he grabbed the mans face and opening his mouth to grab his tongue as the man had muffled groans coming out. 

“If I take your tongue, you wont be able to explain, and I want you to explain. I want you to fucking explain.” Tommy said letting go of his mouth and physically getting more mad. You looked over at John who just watched. In a tense stance, with little to no expression on his face. Tommy pulled the man into his chest hugging his head into it. He breathed heavily as you guys just watched. Looking at him trying to get him to get this shit over with or you were going to. Tommy released the man and walked away from him. You looked at Arthur and rolled your eyes showing your were becoming irritated. 

“Come on Tommy, I forget who I am.” Tommy spoke lowly across the room, before standing up again. 

“I’m a Blinder. I’ll take your fucking eyes first!” He yelled walking back, but you were done with his shit. Grabbing the gun from Johns side and shooting the man in the head, making Tommy stop and look. 

“I heard the blackbird sing.” You said lowering the gun. Tommy stood there in awe looking at the man. You walked closer seeing he was dead then walking to Tommy. 

“It’s over. I’m alive.” You said caressing the side of his face. 

“and we let his wife board the immigrant ship to New York.” You heard John say from behind you causing you to look over at him confused. 

“We didn’t kill Mrs. Changretta.” John said continued. You looked over at Tommy who still just stared blankly. 

“Its alright. Y/N is here. It was best she did it.” Arthur spoke up from beside you two. 

“We’re not those kind of men.” Arthur continued. He grabbed the blade from Tommy’s hand after walking passed you two and threw it on the ground. Tommy coming out of his trance state, blinking a few time, look at you then looking back at Arthur who walked out of the room now. He sighed and walked over to his things.

“You get rid of the body, John.” He told him before grabbing his jacket. 

'Get rid of those, for good.“ Tommy said motioning to the box of blades and walked away. Looking over at John and giving him a sorry look then following Tommy out.

[kalolasfantasyworld]

Luciana Drazel

Helena's mama

Luciana's profile:

Basic Information:

Name: Luciana Drazel (maiden name Vertez)

Age: currently 49 (in the pic 17)

Birthday: August 11

Sign: Leo

Blood type: AB

Love interest: Maxim Drazel

Birthplace: Clover Kingdom Raque

Current Location: Drazel territory Diamond Kingdom

Affinity: Bandage magic

Appearance:

Height: 161 cm

Build: Slim

Eye Color: Light, milk coffee brown

Hair: Warm brown. Currently long and wavy, in her youth cut short.

Clothing: Drazel house red dress with shoulder openings and a brown belt. Previously mostly magenta colored summer clothes.

Personality:

Luciana is a cheerful and talkative person. Being talkative comes with knowing all the gossip, so Luciana is always aware of what's going on in social circles. She's always the talk of the town and can wrap anyone around her little finger. Luciana can be a bit of a stereotypical soap opera mama from time to time. She meddles in other people's matters and is very determined to hold up the family name. Thus she has no problems with sticking to Helena her unmarried status.

However Luciana is loving mother, who would do anything for her children. She treats them very equally and she made sure they were raised well in warm environment.

Luciana unfortunately is your typical Clover noble, who has little respect for those with less mana. She is not mean, but simply doesn't consider them to be on the same level and pays no attention.

She's also never been interested in developing her magic. She has a lot of mana and would rather attend banquets and charm people instead of using it.

Background:

Luciana is the only daughter of late Gabriella and Fernando Vertez, high born Clover nobles, who owned few summer resorts by the seaside in Raque. Señora Gabriella died, when Luciana only two years old and her papa remarried very soon. Him and Señora Tatiana, because this was the name of Luciana's stepmother had a daughter Cornelia Vertez (3 years younger than Luciana).

Considering Luciana's outgoing personality and silver tongue she excelled in the social circles of Raque, but also had many personal achievements. She was the "golden child" of Raque, which made her stepmother despise her. Tatiana truly hated Lucianaand did everything she could to make her life miserable.

One time when Tatiana got angry little Luciana ran away to the beach where she met a silver haired princess. Small Acier asked her what happened, letting her cry and then they played in the sand together. That's how the two became childhood friends and their relationship only grew as they became older.

Through her teenage years Tatiana continued to abuse Luciana (her father would not do anything about it), so Luciana would escape into partying, drinking and social turmoil. She was knows as the life and soul of the party and high society was unaware of her struggles. Perfectly fine and happy on the outside, but suffocating on the inside. Acier was her only true friend. Few times she invited Luciana to the capital for a getaway from her abusive family.

Luciana's relationship with her half sister was just as bad, because since the youngest years the two were being compared to one another. Cornelia was jealous and blamed her failures on Luciana.

Luciana met Maxim at the age of 20, when he was visiting Clover and happened to arrive in Raque. He saw her dancing and right away knew that he had to marry her, but they only talked briefly, before his return to Diamond.

Once Luciana was 22 her father fell ill and instead of continuing to look for a husband Luciana along with her hated stepmother took care of him. However they were not able to do anything and he passed away.

Luciana moved away from Raque and in the capital once again stumbled upon Maxim Drazel, who was on a diplomatic mission to Clover. They fell in love and she decided to marry him and move to Diamond's capital.

Trivia:

Luciana is the reason why the Drazels are hispanic

She can perform basic healings spells, but can't do anything serious

Luciana did not like Acier's husband, she would say that "Acier deserved better"

Girls liked to take care of Acier's younger sister and this made Luciana wish she had loving siblings of her own, so she decided to have many children

She loves taking care of kids and considers herself everyone's mama

She wanted to call her eldest daughter Gabriella (after her own mother), but agreed that Maxim's idea for the name Helena fit their little niña better -> so her second child is called Gabriel

And the rest of the kids have more hispanic names than Helena

She used to date the eldest son of the Noble House Delgado (Rafael's father), but broke up with him when her father fell sick

Luciana now has long hair but used to keep it short

She is a good lady of a House, but she knows her daughter is even better than she is, so she eagerly takes breaks and lets Helena practice

Luciana cares a lot about reputation and her daughter's reputation as "flimsy with her feelings" really bothered her

She's a big hugger

And a crybaby at times

Acier called her Luce

The girls snuck out together the first time to illegally drink alcohol (rebels ^^)

Luciana calls Maxim mi amor (The same way Helena later calls Nozel, that's where she took it from)

There are quite a few more facts about her, but they will be revealed further down the story once Luciana makes her reappearance.

[abbatoirablaze]

Behind Closed Doors, Chapter 21

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings:  discussion of being gay/support/questions, foreplay

The kids looked between you and Sebastian, waiting for answers.

“Mommy, what’s gay mean?” Jack asked, repeating his older brother’s question, “and why is Jeffy gay?”

Sebastian looked at you for a moment, and it was clear that the two of you just broached a subject which you never thought that you would have to look at.  But looking down at Jefferson, who was still sitting on his father’s lap, you could see that it meant a lot to him that both of you had so willingly accepted what he was.

“Well…being gay means that you like boys.”

“Does that mean that Shayla’s gay?” Johnny asked quickly. 

Sebastian bit his lip, but you jumped in, “no buddy.  Being gay is when a boy likes another boy.”

“Well, I like boys…does that mean that I’m gay?” Johnny asked, clearly not getting the idea yet.

Shayla giggled and shook her head, “you’re such an butthead, Johnny…mom and dad are saying that when a boy likes another boy like Jefferson…when he wants to hold another boys’ hand or kiss him.  Like how you have a crush on Tatiana in our class.”

A blush rose to his cheeks, “so I’m not gay?”

“No buddy, you’re not gay!” Sebastian chuckled, looking at Johnny, “but I wouldn’t have a problem with it if you were.  Just like I wouldn’t have a problem with it if Shayla liked girls or-“

“Oh no, I don't like girls like that…I have my mind made up, daddy…” she giggled, “I’m going to marry Mr. Chace one day.”

You couldn’t help the laughter that left your mouth, “oh honey, you don’t want to marry Mr. Chace.”

Sebastian blushed now, for an entirely different reason, “I-I think he might be a little old for you, Shay…”

She sighed and leaned on her hand, “but he’s so cute!”

“Shay…trust me, honey…that’s a road you don’t want to go down,” you laughed, “Mr. Chace is daddy’s friend.”

“Well daddy was one of dad’s friends.”

You looked to your husband, hoping that he would help you out of the situation but you had no such luck as he chuckled, "She's got a point (Y/N). I was one of Chris' friends at one point in time."

"You're supposed to be helpful, Sebastian..."

“So, uh…how do you guys feel about this?” Sebastian asked, referring to Jefferson and the prior conversation on what gay was, “do-do you guys have any questions about what being gay is, or anything?”

“I mean…I don’t get it…but Jefferson is still my little brother,” Johnny smiled happily, “and I’d gladly beat up any other twerps that picked on him because he likes boys instead of girls.”

“Loving the energy…not loving the straight away choice of violence,” Sebastian shrugged, “but we’ll take what we can get.”

“Well, I know that I like girls,” Jack smiled proudly, “but that’s pretty cool that Jeffy’s got his own thing…I mean, he’s like the little sister I never had…”

“Buddy, just because Jefferson likes boys, it doesn’t mean that he’s a girl.”

“But he plays with Shayla more than us!” Johnny pointed out, “wait…do all gay boys play with girls more because they’re like girls?”

“Little boys that are gay aren’t like girls, Johnny!” you frowned, “there are plenty of little boys who are gay that play with boys and girls, just boys, or just girls.  Just like you are what people call straight, and you play with boys.  It’s fine if you wanted to play with girls, or boys, or both.”

“I’m a boy!” Jefferson added in sadly.

“Yes, you are a boy!” Sebastian confirmed, “and it’s okay that you like boys or play with Shayla more than your brothers.  That doesn’t change who you are.  And I want you to know that me and mommy support and love you through all of it, okay?”

“Okay daddy…”

“Hey daddy?” Shayla asked.

“Yes sweetie?”

“Would you still love and support me if I married Mr. Chace one day.”

Sebastian sighed and gave her a sad look, “you’re trying to make my hair go gray, aren’t you?”

“I’ll tell you what, Shayla, if you can get Mr. Chace to marry you, me and daddy will still love you…but the supporting part will definitely belong to him,” you offered.  Sebastian chuckled softly, “you can max out all of his credit cards and he’ll support you that way, okay?”

“Okay mommy!”

Sebastian gave you a look and you smiled at him.

“God I love you, woman.”

“I love you too, Mr. Stan.”

“Aright.  I know Shayla and Johnny got themselves tucked in, but I got Jack and Jefferson while you got the babies, and-why hello there, Mrs. Stan…to what do I owe this pleasure?”

You smiled at your husband as he softly closed the door behind himself and stalked over to the bed where you were waiting for him in a deep red, lace negligee.  His tongue ran over his bottom lip, and you could see him practically get insta-hard underneath his sleep pants. 

Your eyes flickered down to his erect cock, which had already begun to strain against the pajamas, and back to his steely, dark eyes and he grinned at you.  You felt yourself getting wetter with every step that he took.

“Can I be honest?”

“Please!” he begged. 

You shifted forward until you were on the edge of the bed, your legs spread and hanging over the foot of it.  Sebastian tugged off his plain t-shirt and dropped to his knees in front of you, instantly moving between your spread thighs so that he could caress your exposed flesh. 

A shiver ran up your spine as his hands trailed up your legs and the outside of your thighs.  You ran your hands through his hair, tugging at the luscious strands, “seeing you so loving and supportive today…it really did something to me.  And before that...how you were so strong with that principal…so authoritative in how you handled the situation…and so soft with the kids when you explained everything…it turned me on so bad…”

“Yeah?” he asked huskily, his lips grazing over your skin, sending another wave of shivers up your spine, “you liked that, huh?”

All I’ve been thinking about since it all happened is how amazing of a man you are…how lucky I am that I married such a loving, supportive, understanding man,” you moaned as his fingers slipped your thong to the side.  He leaned forward, pressing a delicate kiss on your mound. 

You felt your heart racing in your chest as you looked at him, your fingers tugging on his hair so that you could look him in the eyes, “I want another baby, Sebastian…”                          

He chuckled softly as one of his hands ran over your stomach.

“Honey…you finished last year giving birth to James…Lance just turned two a few months ago…I’m about to leave for filming again.  I don’t want to leave you knocked up with a 1, 2, 6, 8, and two 10-year-olds.  How is that fair?”

“Sebastian…”

“Wait until I get back?” he asked cautiously, “I can take a break after this project in the summer and we can put some effort into it…”

“What if you’re too busy?”

“When have I ever been too busy for you or the kids?” he asked, “we already have my parts for infinity war filmed, and they won’t need me back until nearly January of next year for the last few bits of endgame.  I talked to the marvel guys, and they said that I don’t actually need to be back on set until then…so I have a break filming until August. So right now, we can get focused on getting the kids into another school before spring break…”

“Why can’t we try now?”

“Baby…if we try again now…and you get pregnant within the next two months that means that when I leave in August for filming, We Have Always Lived In The Castle, you’ll be five months pregnant…and I’ll go straight from filming that back to endgame.  I’d miss the baby being born.  And you won’t have the time or energy to continue on and finish up your classes to get your degree.  How is that fair to you or the kids?”

“So…what about tonight then…”

“Oh, tonight,” he smiled, using his strength to push you back onto the bed.  His hands ran up your legs once more before he crawled on top of you, “tonight I’m going to make you a toaster strudel, honey…there’s going to be so much of me all over that perfect little body of yours it’ll practically be a glaze.”

“Sebastian!”

He smiled, and leaned down to press a kiss to your lips, “what?  Don’t like the idea?  Don’t find the thought of me covering those gorgeous, full breasts, or those beautiful hips…or that firm ass?”

You felt the blush rising to your cheeks, quickly getting darker than your lingerie, “Seb-“

“Come on honey…I know the dirty talk is getting to you…” he teased playfully as he grinded his crotch against you.  You tried to hold back your moans as his fingers dipped into your thong, sliding between your slippery folds.  He groaned, his eyes closing, as his fingers retracted.  You watched as he pulled his fingers to his lips and moaned at the taste of you, “I can taste you…”

“Make love to me, Sebastian!” you moaned, pulling your husband into a kiss. 

"Oh, I plan on doing it for every day that I can, for the rest of our lives."

Chapter 22

[evita-shelby]

While the moms are away

For @justrainandcoffee alfieverseray

Allie and Rose are her creations, Diane and Eva are mine

Cw: dad's playing dress up with their daughters, mentions of past cross dressing and slight mentions of couples sexual life

He adores his children, his daughters especially, but they took great delight in pushing his limits.

Eva usually took her to her playdates or hosted them. After all, his wife was charming and interesting ... and female.

She could wear costume jewelry and make up and a cheap feather boa as pink as the rest of Diane’s room.

Tommy Shelby would lose his next election if anyone even heard of this.

But he is not alone in his torment. On the other side of the tiny French table in an equally fancy tiny stool sits Alfred Solomons wearing the pink derby hat Eva never even wore once and painted with Eva’s favorite red lipstick. You know that one that had a matron at a charity luncheon call a whorish shade of red.

“Allie, sweetheart, you missed a spot.” Tommy knows he’s playing with fire, but Solomons pointed out Tommy had ear piercings and now Eva’s hoops hung from his ears.

He once pretended to be a girl so Greta could sneak him into her dormitory when they were teenagers and her father sent her to a catholic private school. For several weeks the matrons in charge believed he was Thomasine Shelby, cousin of Ada Shelby visiting from Cork.

And now he is plotting his revenge while they wait for Eva and Rose to return from some ladies charity bazaar they organized for her reelection campaign.

Solomons only glares at him murderously but bites his tongue in front of their daughters. Their strange friendship and enmity is only allowed to show in subtle things to prevent the children, the girls in particular, from hearing swear words in any language or see either father pointing a gun at each other again.

“Di, Princess, didn’t your mummy get you that wig at the costume shop?” Alfie asks with such a shit eating grin that only makes Tommy hate him more. “The blonde one you asked for because you wanted to be Rapunzel for Halloween?”

“Alfie, I will tell Eva to tell your wife about her Russian toy if you don’t stop.” Tommy warns, well, vows as the girls fit the long wig on his head.

Alfie knew what toy he meant, he’d heard of it from Tatiana as they made a change to their plans after the orgy. Tommy has been mocked by him for letting Eva fuck him like that ever since.

“Tell her, I dare you.” The Jewish Gangster smirked. Tommy wasn’t sure if the Solomons were as adventurous in bed as he and his witch were or Rose was not into dominating her husband like Eva was.

Tommy then decides it's just easier to shove him into the pond again even if Alfie drags him down with him. “Girls, how about we stop playing princess tea party and have a picnic by the pond again.”

A/N: the Russian Toy is the strap on Tatiana gave Eva in a Dull Party

[dangeroushologramcolor]

Being Neon J's daughter :

He and his wife always wanted to start a family, but his obligations in the army make it difficult.

When he was called for the border war, he asked the hospital to conserve some samples of his genetic material, so their dream can become true if something happened to him.

The war was unforgivable and murderous, but the thought of finally coming home to his dear wife, settle down and having children kept his spirit up.

After his warship was bombarded, he lost his crew and most of his body. He miraculously survived, but the majority of his body must have been replaced by robotic parts.

When he came back, his wife was crying of relief and pain. Seeing her husband in this state, but alive, put her emotions into a roller-coaster.

After his comeback, they decided to have a child.

The pregnancy goes well, they learnt that they'll be the parents of an adorable daughter. Everything was so perfect. If only it would last forever.

But fate had other plans.

His wife didn't survive the birth, leaving you and your father.

Neon J was devastated, why life must be so cruel. Giving him great joy then pulling him into misery.

But he must be strong. It only you two now, he must be strong for you, to protect you, to make sure his dear wife rest in peace, knowing both of you live in happiness.

It's a this moment he created the first models of 1010.

His passion always was music and dance. So, now that his military carrier is behind him, he'll become the next star of Vinyl City.

You were there when he taught the first models how to dance and sing. It wasn't very good. But your 3 years old self found it funny and loved to clap her hand in rhythm.

The second version of the 1010 was more human like and a little less army lookalike. They were better, but still not very popular because of their looks. And the five of them look perfectly the same, so people didn't really see the point of a band make of only one people multiplied.

The idea of making them in different colors went from you. You sticked stickers on them, with an unique color for each of them. It helped you to remember who was who. You father found the idea brilliant.

And so were made the third generation of 1010. You big brothers.

You loved them, and they loved you. Neon J was so proud of his little family. He hoped his dear wife could see that from where she is.

You takes part of 1010 training routine. You love dancing and your father is an excellent teacher.

You go to Vinyl City Elementary School, but your dream is to go to the military school. The only problem is that your father is formally against it. He refuses that you get enrolled in the army.

It really upset you, but you will prove to your father that you are strong enough to become at great general, like him.

If only you know he refuse because he's scared of what could happen to you. He doesn't want you to go though what he did.

He's kind of protective, sometimes too much.

Your brothers have a protocol named "Y/n's protection" coded deep inside them.

When Neon J isn't here to give them orders, you are the one who gives them orders.

They are not obligated to listen to them, but you're so cute when you act like that. And you never disrespect them, you they play along.

Since your brothers have a sailor uniform, you asked your dad one too.

How can he resist those puppy eyes when you asked him so sweetly "Can I have my own uniform too dad, please."

Now, you look like your brothers!

But you refused to wear the hat. You find it ridiculous.

Your dad works a lot, to the point of exhaustion. So when you saw him sleeping against his desk, you stole his coat and his captain hat and decided to supervised the concert for him.

You are 9 years old. You can do that. And your brothers agree with you. Your dad really need to rest.

You're not afraid of those rock revolutionaries. Let them come, they will see what 1010 is made of.

They will pay for what they have done to your friends' family. And for making Lady Tatiana angry.

They better have come with their tactical thermals goggles, because-

YOU'RE GONNA BRING THE HEAT!

[greensaplinggrace]

Saw the Genya ask and had to ask 🔥 for Tatiana Lantsov. She feels so sinister to me. Even more than the King because he's like. Asshole. But also he's no different to any other entitled manchild who imposes himself on the weak. But Tatiana just gets my goat

there's not much to say about tatiana that I think is very unpopular tbh. most of the fandom hates her, although there are a surprising number of people who excuse her in some way or paint her in a better light - you know, for a fandom so keen on moralizing about abuse and corrupting power.

tatiana is the epitome of the privileged heiress. she's the epitome of the neglectful mother that turns the other way when the father lashes out at his children. she is every woman who chooses inaction over action in order to preserve their social status and uphold a status quo that quietly supports them through their own silence.

tatiana reaps the benefits of being in a position of power where she is catered to in every way. while she is disadvantaged as most women are to the men in her life, she still holds enough privilege to find it safer to never speak out about the harm those men are causing. she buries her head in the sand.

she doesn't bother protecting genya, and knows she is condemning genya to her husband when she revokes her favor. if there is anyone that could have actually protected genya in that situation, it would have been tatiana, not the darkling. the fact that tatiana doesn't is a condemnation of her character, and imo - despite fandom loving the idea of inaction being a pure form of moral activisim - it is a condemnation of the idea that sitting idly by while others are harmed so that you may passively reap the benefits of their misfortune is somehow more morally sound than doing something about it.

while tatiana is mildly condemned by the narrative, it is not nearly enough and for not even close to the right reasons. tatiana herself should be a symbol of everything wrong with the lantsov dynasty, and her and the king's actions/inaction should hold more weight within the story. their very presence should be the narrative symbol of a necessary revolution. that it is not is probably one of the biggest missteps in sab, but that's why I think lb misstepped in general when she put her story in this world-state and then handled it so poorly.

tl;dr - unpopular opinion (but not really): tatiana fucking sucks and should have been enough of a sign that the narrative message about inaction and passivity being morally superior is complete bullshit, and that the focus on corrupting power should have centered on the lantsovs more than the random shadow man if lb wanted anything important to actually be said in her story

basically yes, tatiana is sinister. she's a parasite, and a maliciously ignorant one.

send me a 🔥 for an unpopular opinion (x)

[dragons-brandsif]

Theodore/Tatiana Memory

Theodore:

Dalia Graves had been perfect. Charming, intelligent, with a talent for politics that surpassed even her husband's.

His mother had belonged to Zachariah Graves since the day she was born. Theodore had seen the photos. His grandmothers staring into the lenses, each cradling their respective newborn.

Their son would walk down the hall and watch his parents grow. Snapshot after snapshot, two children covered in mud, teenagers scowling into the lenses, adults garbed in wedding finery.

Theodore had killed his mother the day he was born. For all her character, her mischief and spark, she had been extinguished as quickly as a candle snuffed from existence.

A part of Zachariah Graves died too. But he'd held their son, the last little bit of his adored wife.

There was hope. Expectation.

The child grew a spoilt little heir, protected, cossetted, and positively ruined.

Until the day Zachariah finally looked upon the boy and saw nothing of Dalia. Instead, he saw his own arrogance in the lift of the chin, the cunning in his eyes, and the superior curl of the upper lip.

He could no longer avoid the truth.

A handsome child. His father's son. Lacking a subtle gleam in the eyes when he got his own way, the slight quirk of the lips during a battle of wits...

Half of Zachariah had died with Dalia. The other half disintegrated when he looked upon the child and realized there really was nothing of her left upon the earth. And the very last bit of softness died within him.

The woman on the canvas stares solemnly out at the world. Theodore thinks the painting is positively garish, a mockery of everything his mother had truly been.

True, he had never known her. But every photograph on the walls shows the beauty of a woman who had loved life.

Patterned dresses, alcoholic cocktails chosen for their gaudy colorings, a wedding dress reaching mid-thigh, all lace and boho, with ribbons knotted into her riotous curls as her eyes laughed from the glossy paper.

Not the prim and proper depiction standing stiffly at his father's side, garbed in bland formal dress.

Theodore tears his eyes away at the sound of footsteps.

Polished marble stairs glisten, a milky path that is ethereal in the tasteful glow of the best magic money can buy.

Zachariah stands with all the military bearing of a general. Shoulders squared, arms crossed at his back, his suit immaculate. Strands of grey pepper the slicked black hair and his eyes hold all the emotion of granite.

"Tell me everything."

Tatiana:

Dalia Graves had been perfect. Charming, intelligent, with a talent for politics that surpassed even her husband's.

Her mother had belonged to Zachariah Graves since the day she was born. Tatiana had seen the photos. Her grandmothers staring into the lenses, each cradling their respective newborn.

Their daughter would walk down the hall and watch her parents grow. Snapshot after snapshot, two children covered in mud, teenagers scowling into the lenses, adults garbed in wedding finery.

Tatiana had killed her mother the day she was born. For all her character, her mischief and spark, she had been extinguished as quickly as a candle snuffed from existence.

A part of Zachariah Graves died too. But he'd held their daughter, the last little bit of his adored wife.

There was hope. Expectation.

The child grew a spoilt little heir, protected, cossetted, and positively ruined.

Until the day Zachariah finally looked upon the girl and saw nothing of Dalia. Instead, he saw his own arrogance in the lift of the chin, the cunning in her eyes, and the superior curl of the upper lip.

He could no longer avoid the truth.

A handsome child. Her father's daughter. Lacking a subtle gleam in the eyes when she got her own way, the slight quirk of the lips during a battle of wits...

Half of Zachariah had died with Dalia. The other half disintegrated when he looked upon the child and realized there really was nothing of her left upon the earth. And the very last bit of softness died within him.

The woman on the canvas stares solemnly out at the world. Tatiana thinks the painting is positively garish, a mockery of everything her mother had truly been.

True, she had never known her. But every photograph on the walls shows the beauty of a woman who had loved life.

Patterned dresses, alcoholic cocktails chosen for their gaudy colorings, a wedding dress reaching mid-thigh, all lace and boho, with ribbons knotted into her riotous curls as her eyes laughed from the glossy paper.

Not the prim and proper depiction standing stiffly at her father's side, garbed in bland formal dress.

Tatiana tears her eyes away at the sound of footsteps.

Polished marble stairs glisten, a milky path that is ethereal in the tasteful glow of the best magic money can buy.

Zachariah stands with all the military bearing of a general. Shoulders squared, arms crossed at his back, his suit immaculate. Strands of grey pepper the slicked black hair and his eyes hold all the emotion of granite.

"Tell me everything."

[persepor]

Let's talk about my favorite villains pt 1

Let's face it, sometimes the villains are better than the heroes or they are just as compelling as the heroes. So I want to go over some of my favorite villains which spans back to my childhood, I'll also put villains in quotation marks because some are framed as villains when they really are not (you'll see why).

So let's get into this!!

Eris

Eris is first on my list and- hoo boy! Do I love her so much. I need to re-watch this movie because the last time I saw this was when I was 8 or 9. First off she's a badass and I mean that, she has a plan and she'll do whatever it takes to make that plan work.

Eris is the goddess of discord, and she strikes a deal with Sinbad for him to get the Book of Peace for her. He backs out of the deal though, so she uses her powers to frame Sinbad for stealing the book. Sinbad must now track down the book and return it.

Eris' design reflects her personality and how she stirs up discord and chaos. She's designed as if she were simply smoke, with her form constantly shifting and being able to change her shape and grow. She can make herself tower over humans or make herself the same height as humans.

I always loved her for how she was simply herself while being an unforgettable villainess, her personality is unmatched and adds to why i love her so much.

Ramesses

If you haven't seen the Prince of Egypt please give it a watch it's really good. As someone who doesn't care about religion I feel DreamWorks struck gold with their adaptation of the story of Moses. They paint Rameses as a complicated villain with conflicting emotions.

Rameses doesn't want to let Moses' people go because he wants to uphold the legacy their family's dynasty has built. But, he wants his brother, Moses, back. This culminates in their sibling relationship shattering.

Rameses is not a black-and-white villain, he is 3 dimensional. But, he is still evil in wanting to keep the Hebrews as slaves. He is the reason all the plagues are set upon Egypt, resulting in his sons death.

Rameses is an interesting villain you'd have to watch the movie to really get what I'm saying about his character.

Ratchet and Madame Gasket

Putting these two together because they are a Mother-Son duo. Ratchet deals with things on the outside while his mother, Madame Gasket, deals with things on the inside with her chop shop. They both want to take over Big Weld Industry and the whole city.

These two are HILARIOUS, Ratchet acts as a sophisticated, well-put together person with a plan, but is actually a scared mama's boy. He has very hilarious scenes and lines, his interactions with his mother are also hilarious. One of my favorite scenes of his is the one where he knocks out Big Weld and says this: "Oh my god I'm as crazy as my mother!!....HYAH"

Madame Gasket used to terrify me as a child, and I can see why. She is ruthless in her approach while also being a doting mother to Ratchet. She collects 'Out modes' with her sweepers to turn them into metal to create new, shiny parts. She even got her husband out of the way so she can focus on her plan of taking over Big Weld Industries. A villain who will get rid of anything in their way is terrifying.

They are both defeated with Ratchet being chained up by his father and Madame Gasket being thrown into one of her machines.

Tatiana

A character that's posed as a villain but is put into that light. Yes she is wrong for Vinyl City's power outages, but she knew what kept the city going. She used to be Kul Fyra, leader of the rock group the Ghoulings.

I won't go much about her her because I want to talk about her in full but she is so well written. Am ex rock star that switched to EDM now has to deal with a musical revolution. She sees B2J's revolution as irrelevant because nothing will come of it.

As she points out they made the same amount of energy as EDM and that they went into this without a plan. They would put people out of jobs and cause a revolution from people who live EDM. She's the common sense B2J needed.

Fairy Godmother

You should not be surprised she's on here. She is an icon when it comes to DreamWorks villains. When DreamWorks villains are mentioned, she's the first one to be brought up.

She is portrayed as a caring individual but is a selfish person who wants her darling son Prince Charming to be king. She uses the fact Shrek took a potion to make him and Fiona human to her advantage. She makes Charming pretend to be Shrek so he can get closer to Fiona.

She also is a master manipulator, basically threatening the king to do what she wants him to do. She wants Shrek out of the picture because "Ogres don't get happily ever afters." She wants Fiona to have the picture perfect happily ever after married to charming.

Yes her entire scene at the ball is stunning. The red dress is so good and fits her character perfectly. The rendition of Holding Out for a Hero is absolutely a banger and is a go-to song of mine.

Iconic villain and has had a lasting impression on me.

Mother Gothel

I grew up with Morher Gothel as a character. Both her Disney and barbie version, which I'll talk a bit about here and in a dedicated post about early 2000s barbie. I love her character very dearly. We are talking about a gaslighting, manipulative person.

She kidnapped Rapunzel because of her hair, she doesn't love Rapunzel she loves her hair. Meanwhile, in the Barbie version, she's a cold, distant person who kidnapped Rapunzel as revenge. But we're focusing on the Disney version here.

She makes Rapunzel believe she loves her, makes the outside world to be dangerous, and manipulates her into thinking Flynn Rider abandoned her. She was willing to murder to keep Rapunzel's hair to herself. As all she cares about is her beauty and youth.

She is a master manipulator and an amazing villain as well.

Preminger

Ah Preminger one of the best Barbie villains. A villain with a great plan that fails miserably. A villain with hilarious scenes.

Preminger wants the crown to himself amd at first plans to marry Annaliese. But when that goes wrong, he tries to marry the queen. But that also goes wrong.

He has hilarious scenes such as him knocking on the cabin door to see if Annaliese is still locked in there. To the hilarious scene where he almost faints when finding out the princesses wedding will be next weak.

Preminger is the most loved barbie villain for a reason. He's dramatic, funny, and cunning. His sidekicks are hilarious and give a lot of laughs. His dog is also a great component of his character as he is an extension of Preminger.

End

Well that's the end of part 1, I have 4 more I'll discuss in part 2 so keep an eye out for that.

[joethetoonfanandoutcast]

Offspring Rating List: Disney characters

Now, time for Disney, the leading New World Order company. Keep in mind that this is only half done because there are so many characters (especially male-female pairs) that Disney has, I'll have to re-edit this, adding more.

Mickey/Minnie: yes (why hasn't the company ever given them one)

Donald/Daisy: ???

Goofy/whichever girl: ??? (he's been granted Max already)

Pete/Peg: granted two

Gadget/Zipper: granted 42, I think

Max/Roxanne: ???

Max/Mona: ???

PJ/Beret Girl: ???

Bobby/Stacy: ???

Snow White/Florian: ???

Bambi/Faline: granted two

Thumper/Miss Bunny: granted a few

Flower/Miss Skunk: granted one

Cinderella/Prince Charming: ???

Anastasia/Baker: ???

Jaq/Mary: ???

Lady/Tramp: granted four

Scamp/Angel: ???

Ruby/Buster: ???

Jim Dear/Darling: granted one

Aurora/Phillip: ???

Pongo/Perdita: granted 15 (though adopted 84 more)

Roger/Anita: ???

Baloo/Rebecca: Beckers has Molly but I'm not sure about further

Kit/Molly: ???

Hathi/Winifred: granted one

Thomas/Duchess: three plus how many kittens originally planned for a follow-up

Robin/Marian: yes; either six or a dozen

Father Saxton/Little Sister: ???

Bernard/Bianca: ???

Tod/Vixey: yes (six should be just fine, at least that's what Vixey thinks)

Taran/Eilonwy: ???

Basil/Miss Kitty: maybe

Dodger/Rita: yes

Tito/Georgette: ???

Ariel/Eric: granted one

Belle/Adam: ???

Lumiere/Fifi: ???

Cogsworth/Wardrobe: ???

Angelique/Fife: ???

Aladdin/Jasmine: ???

Iago/Thundra: ???

Simba/Nala: granted three

Timon/Tatiana: ???

Pocahontas/John Rolfe: ???

Nakoma/her husband: ???

Nakoma/Thomas (in some sequel-less AU): ???

Centipede/Miss Spider: ???

Earthworm/Glowworm: ???

Quasimodo/Madelleine: ???

Phoebus/Esmeralda: granted one

Hercules/Meg: ???

Mulan/Li Shang: ???

Yao/Mei: ???

Ling/Ting-Ting: ???

Chien-Po/Su: ???

Flik/Atta: ???

Rosie/Slim (if they became one): ???

Tarzan/Jane: ???

Aladar/Neera: most likely

Kuzco/Malina: ???

Kronk/Miss Birdwell: maybe

Milo/Kida: yes

Mike/Celia: yes

Tylor/Val: ??? (if they want to be more than friends)

Nani/David: maybe

Stitch/Angel: ??? (I don't know if they should, considering they were both created by Jumbaa)

Dr. Doppler/Captain Amelia: granted four

Kenai/Nita: yes

Rutt/Anda: yes

Tuke/Kata: yes

Maggie/Bob: no

Grace/Barry: no

Mrs. Calloway/Junior: no

Lucius/Honey: ???

Violet/Tony: ???

Chicken Little/Abby: maybe

Runt/Foxy Loxy: no

Linguini/Colette: ???

Edward/Nancy: ???

John/Mary: ???

Bolt/Mittens: no (I'd rather it was in a human-free anthropomorphic world)

Tiana/Naveen: maybe

Charlotte/Travis: maybe

Rapunzel/Eugene: maybe

Felix/Calhoun: maybe

Anna/Kristoff: ???

Hiro/Gogo: ???

Riley/Jordan: no (I'm not sure if any thing between them would last)

Judy/Nick: ???

Flash/Priscilla: ???

Luca/Giulia: ???

Mariano/Dolores: ???

Meilin/Carter: no

Meilin/Tyler: no

Wade/Ember: yes

Clod/his girlfriend: ???

Gale/Fern: ???

[tommyxgrace-always]

This is one of my favourite scenes in the series. Tommy asserting his dominance, just like that.... (https://www.reddit.com/r/PeakyBlinders/comments/145bv2s/spin_a_coin/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=ioscss&utm_content=1&utm_term=1 )

Do you think Tommy would've been less dominant as gang boss had Grace stayed alive? Do you think he still would've used sex with women or threats of sex to advance his business if she was alive? How would he go about it instead?

The s4 toss scene is one of the masterpieces in this show. Its one of those scenes which makes the show memorable and a treat to watch as a first timer. I really thought Tommy was cornered there but in classic Tommy way he turns the tables on Aberama.

I sincerely believe Tommy had NO intention of sleeping with his daughter. Firstly, he researches his opponents thoroughly. He would have researched Aberama even before he meets him and would have known he is not the kind of man who would pimp his daughters!! Secondly, even if Aberama would have gone ahead with the toss and lost, Tommy is not the kind of man who would force himself on a petite young girl just to get back at her father. Tommy has only slept with women who were willing to, even Jessie who he wanted to use, willingly slept with him.

Coming back to your actual question, yes he would have continued to be dominant and ruthless as a gang leader while married to Grace. The reason is he is very good at compartmentalising. Tommy as a husband to Grace and father to their children (yes children, in my head they have 3 children- 2 boys and a girl) is a different man but Tommy as a badass gangster is merciless. But it would take a toll on him. I think being married to Grace gave him hope that there is more to life than just violence and bullying so gradually he would have moved away from the gangster life.

One thing is sure, with Grace, his ruthlessness would have limitations. He would never use sex with other women for any business or political advantage. We have seen this before, Grace came above his business. He chose Grace over May. Look at the way he behaves with Tatiana when Grace was alive. Infact I believe that a major reason for killing her off is Sk wanted writing freedom so he could advance tommy’s plot through sex. It’s difficult to think how else he would have tackled russians (without sex with tatiana) or even become a politician (without sex with jessie), the circumstances we know were written by SK such that sleeping with those women was the only way.

However knowing tommy and his dedication for Grace, sex with other women is a complete no. Sex is mechanical for tommy with other women, there are no emotions attached, just end goal. But Grace is different, he wants to spend the rest of his life with her. His only motivation to live was her so he wouldn’t give up that for anything in the world.

[karenandhenwilson]

Let's talk about Chimney, Albert, and their father

I think this is an exercise in perspective. (I've been noodling on these thoughts for a while, and then I came across some posts about perspective, see my last two reblogs, and suddenly decided that it might be worth it to write the thoughts down.) Because I think Chimney and Albert have very different perspectives of their father, but somehow barely anyone in fandom seems to even contemplate that, let alone understand it.

This might be considered cricical of Chimney, though I tried to stay very near to the facts we have without judgement except for the very last paragraph.

Short tangent before we come to the real topic of this post, but Chimney's age is super ambiguous, so I think there needs to be some discussion about it first. We know that Chimney was old enough to babysit Kevin, so he was probably eight to ten years older than Kevin. Kevin was working as a bartender before he and Chimney became firefighters. So he is probably 21 at that point, making Chimney around 30 when he and Keven joined the fire academy. That happened around 14 years before Albert shows up in the show where he says he finished college and left Korea to escape their father. So at that point, Albert is probably anything between 20 and 22. That makes Chimney more than twenty years older than him.

So much for the age gap between Albert and Chimney. It basically means they are a whole generation apart.

What do we know about Chimney's early life? He told Hen that he came to LA with his parents when he was five or six (I don't remember exactly and am too lazy to look it up) and that his family was supposed to be here for two years. It's heavily implied that Han Sang's work was the reason. (I will at least use the right order for the name, even if the show can't bother with that and chose a very unlikely format for a Korean name. I might be salty about this.) But those two years turned into six years.

We also know that it was Jee-Yun Senior's decision to stay in LA. She didn't want to go back with her husband to Korea when he had to return for his job. She made the decision to take her son and stay in LA. And I can imagine that Han Sang saw himself with no other choice but to return to Korea for his work so he would be able to provide for his family. 

Chimney would have been eleven or twelve at that point. As a pre-teen, you don't necessarily know everything that goes on between your parents. Especially if your parents decide to keep things from you because they are fighting and don't want you to see them fight. And I think they decided to keep a lot of things from Chimney. So Chimney basically only knows that he and his mother stayed and his father left them. And he clearly never wondered how it came to that. He blames his father for that split in their family without a question and absolves his mother from all fault.

Which is not that much of a surprise. We know that Chimney is the kind of person who twists the narrative around to make himself stand out better, to put the blame for things going wrong on others. (We see that in s1 with Tatiana, we see that in Chimney Begins in practically every snippet before the fire at the bar, we see it again in his spiral after Maddie leaves because of her PPD when he invents some fantasy about Doug instead of admitting that he failed Maddie.) From the way we see him talk about his mother, he idealizes her and doesn't accept even the possibility of any fault on her part. So of course he would project all the fault for the separation of his family on his father.

Then his mother became sick not too much later. And he shared with Hen that he accompanied his mother to doctor appointments to translate for her. Which is, in my opinion, one of the biggest clues that Jee-Yun Senior was anything but a mother mostly concerned about her child's well-being. She had a friend in Anne Lee who didn't hesitate to take in her child later on, but she couldn't ask that friend to go to the doctor with her instead of her very, very young son? I understand pride, but if you put your pride over your son's well-being, you are just not a good mother.

There is clearly a lot of trauma for Chimney around Jee-Yun Senior getting sick and dying. And I think he never dealt with it.

I don't think we have an exact age of when Chimney's mother died, but I still think he was a minor. A minor who was not a US citizen and whose only remaining parent wasn't even living in the US. I'm not going to do the research to figure out what all would have been needed to do to make it possible for Chimney to stay with the Lees and then later on apply for citizenship in the US. But even without that research, I think it's safe to say that there would have been a lot of work involved and that Chimney's father would have needed to be very supportive of all of that. I also think that it would have been much easier for both Chimney's father and the Lees to just send Chimney back to Korea.

But they didn't. They all did the work so that Chimney could stay because he probably couldn't imagine anything else, including his father. But trapped in the grief for his mother, I think Chimney never noticed any of it and later on never cared. Instead, all he focused on was that his father wasn't there when his mother died. Probably even without contemplating that his father's job back in Korea might have been responsible for giving his mother the best possible care at the time.

So, we have Chimney who is very bitter concerning his father and probably blaming him for things that are either not his fault at all or are equally his father's fault as they are his mother's fault. We know there is some attempt to keep connected, but I honestly think Chimney's resentment for his father colors every single interaction in a very unfavorable light. I mean, Chimney resents him enough to not even speak Korean with him when he calls. And I also think that Anne Lee's desperation we see for a moment in Chimney Begins is not only about Han Sang not being able to connect to his older son but also about Chimney's inability to truly give his father a chance.

What do we know about Albert's early life? We know he grew up with a father who had already been married in the past and lost his first wife to death. Who also has a son much older than Albert. We know both of his parents are very strict. (When Chimney calls his father to tell him about becoming a firefighter, Han Sang says that Albert's mother is very concerned about keeping Albert on schedule.)

We also know Albert showed up at Chimney's place full of excitement. That's not a young man who never heard anything more than rumors or bad tales about his much older brother. That's a young man who heard a lot about his older brother and through what he heard of him he idolized him. I think that says a lot about how their father talks about Chimney. It's also another point in the argument above that both Chimney and his father are equally responsible for the chasm between them.

We also know that while Albert was trying to escape the suffocating expectations of his parents, he kept in contact with them. He also had no problem going back to Korea and he is probably building a life there now. So overall, he has a good relationship with his parents.

Those two perspectives are so very different. But they are still both valid. They seem to contradict each other, but in the end, it's just the experience of two people in very different situations and circumstances. But neither of those two would really be able to see or understand the perspective of the other. Especially if they don't talk about it with each other. And I think Albert was disillusioned enough about Chimney after first meeting him that he never brought it up. And Chimney clearly has no interest in learning anything about his father, so why would he ask Albert about his childhood?

Under these considerations, I think it's wrong and disrespectful for Albert's perspective to say he is a bad guy for bringing his parents to LA without telling Chimney. I don't think it was a good move, but looking at it from Albert's perspective it kind of makes sense if he wants to give his father and his brother a much-needed shove to honestly talk to each other. He didn't go about it in a clever way and the storyline wasn't given enough space on the show*, but he also never had a chance to see the true chasm between Chimney and their father. Not even during the years he spent in LA.

But I think part of the problem in the way parts of the fandom are judging Chimney is also that just as Chimney is a master in pretending nothing he does and none of the consequences are his fault, certain parts of the fandom are just as much a master in this. Chimney's behavior doesn't matter, on the the behavior of the people around him. Chimney is never ever at fault, of course, and is incapable of making mistakes.

*Honestly, Han Sang mostly felt like a plot device to make the Buckley parents stand up for Buck more than anything else. Which is completely weird. But then, there has been a lot of stories in s6 that was really not handled with much care.

[hahahax30]

A Son Dressed in White

@ the anon who pushed me to write this. I'm also going to post this on ao3 but it's almost 2am here in Spain and I'm tired. So I'll do that tomorrow

Cecily and Gabriel find out Christopher is dead. A fic

Cecily Lightwood hadn't been to any trials in her life; neither before her life embodied her shadowhunting heritage, nor after she'd taken runes to her skin, forever sealing her fate. She found she was rather glad about that fact, for trials were very, very, very boring.

Her older brother Will stood on a dais with as somber an expression as she had ever seen him don. Left and right and before him and behind him were shadowhunters gazing intently at Will, yet he was only looking at one person: Maurice Bridgestock.

"Did you confabulate with Belial, your father-in-law?" the Inquisitor spat.

"When was a madman elected Inquisitor?" Cecily's husband wondered through gritted teeth.

Cecily squeezed his knee to let him know she agreed with him: this was ridiculous. Inquisitor Bridgestock was ridiculous.

The Mortal Sword lay balanced on Will's outstretched hands. Under its Raziel-born influence, he would be compelled to tell nothing but the truth. "I never confabulated with Belial," Will said.

"So you never cooperated with him to let Leviathan ravage the London Institute?" the Inquisitor pressed.

"By the Angel, my brother helped fight off Leviathan," Cecily protested. Her voice came out higher than it should have, which made little Alexander squirm on her lap. She could've left him in the care of his favorite maid, but after Tatiana Blackthorn had kidnapped him, she wasn't ready to leave her youngest out of her sight.

"Mummy?" Alex asked.

"Nothing. It's nothing, Alex bach."

Cecily turned her attention back to Will.

"I never cooperated with Belial."

"Are you saying that–"

Whatever it was that Inquisitor Bridgestock had wanted to say got cut off by a dozen shadowhunters swarming into the meeting room. Gabriel stood up promptly, and so did his brother –Gideon– and her wife and daughter. Soon everyone was standing up, thus blinding Cecily, still on her seat due to Alexander, to the new arrivals.

"Gabriel," she called out "Who is there?"

"Martin Wentworth," her husband said, a hand on her shoulder "Thoby Baybrook. I think I see Charles, too. He's talking to the Inquisitor– no, he's pushing Bridgestock away. It was about time he stopped being Bridgestock's lapdog, I say."

"What else can you see?" before Gabriel could reply, Cecily gently ushered Alexander down from her lap, took one of his tiny hands –from the corner of her eye she saw Gabriel taking the other one immediately thereafter– and stood up.

Charles had indeed seemed to push Inquisitor Bridgestock: Maurice was on the floor with a half-disgusted Flora Bridgestock fretting at his side. The petty part of Cecily, which had shrunken with age but not entirely been driven to extinction, wished he would break a knee or a rib or whichever other bone would keep him confined to a bed in the Silent City. Inquisitor Bridgestock ought to pay for having questioned her family's goodness.

In any case, the Inquisitor was on the floor, but Charles was nowhere near him. Instead, Cecily found him making a beeline towards her, Alexander and Gabriel.

"Order! Order!" Charles thundered as he elbowed people out of the way "Let there be order!" he reached Cecily's side "Gabriel. Cecily. May we talk?"

Cecily exchanged puzzled looks with her husband. This close, Charles had a certain panic to himself. His skin had a ghastly undertone to it; he clearly hadn't brushed his hair in over a day.

"What is the matter?"

Later on, Cecily would remember her husband's voice as impossibly faraway. Odd, she knew, for he'd been standing next to her. Always. He hadn't detached himself from her side.

Charles led them through a narrow corridor into a small room whose entrance was guarded by Piers Wentworth and Catherine Townsend. The young shadowhunters nodded once before scrambling off Raziel knew where. As did Charles. "I'm sorry," he murmured right before striding back to the ocean of shadowhunters they'd left.

Those two words reached Cecily's ears, but she didn't register them until much later. Until she found herself inside the small room and had contemplated the corpse of her son and understood she'd lost him forever.

Time halted to a stop.

Christopher lay on a bier. A white cloth covered his whole body but for his neck and face. An equally-white blindfold rested over his eyes.

Cecily began shaking. As if from afar, always as if from afar, she heard and felt herself emitting a low, guttural sound. She had to fight to keep on her feet. Cecily Lightwood couldn't break apart like every piece of her body was screaming at her to do: she had to go to her baby.

Her son's brown hair had lost its smoothness. It had become dry and brittle –just like his skin had grown cold and inhumanly pale. Cecily put her hands at either side of Christopher's face and massaged his temples. "My love," she murmured, frantically; her voice didn't sound like it belonged to her "My love, my baby, wake up. We'll fetch a Silent Brother. Jem, we'll get Jem to you," she turned to Gabriel "Ask for Brother Zachariah."

Gabriel looked at a loss of words. He'd frozen before the bier little Christopher lay on; his eyes were fixed on a particular spot. Cecily knew it to be Kit's chest.

Her hands shaking, she pressed a palm to her son's left pectoral. Cecily knew how this went.

When Anna and Christopher and Alexander and even Gabriel slept, she always felt compelled to stare at their chests. She needed to make sure they rose and fell steadily, for Cecily had lived in a family in which Death had ripped her older sister away in the blink of an eye. Ella had been asleep when she died, and Cecily had grown paranoid that those who were the most dear to her would also die in her sleep. That's why she needed to check that her children's lungs still worked, that their hearts still beat.

"They always breathe. Their hearts always beat," she told herself. She repeated those two sentences as a mantra as she first posed her hand lightly against Kit's chest and then pushed with a bruising force against that spot where his heart out to be.

Christopher's chest didn't rise; it didn't fall either. Cecily couldn't feel his heart beating.

"No," she whispered. Then, louder "NO."

She screamed her throat raw. She screamed so much, with so much pain and devastation and fury and sorrow and loss that Gabriel shook out of his stupor and finally went to her. Alexander began crying.

Gabriel's arms wrapped around her back. Her husband sat up on the floor and drew her to himself. He rocked them back and forth as Cecily sobbed loudly against the crook of his neck. Her tears were soon in communion with his own. Gabriel was shaking, and though he wasn't making the noise that Cecily was making, his pain was palpable, acute, there.

Tatiana. Tatiana is responsible for this, Cecily thought. That madwoman had taken Barbara from Gideon and Sophie, she'd captured Alexander, and now she'd murdered Christopher.

Cecily gripped Gabriel's arms. She took a deep breath. Two. Three. A small body crashed against her: Alexander. Through her tears, he looked like a black-haired Christopher when he was only three. It only made Cecily break down further.

Oh, the riches she would give to have her baby Christopher back with her. Now she could never see one of his experiments succeeding and the whole of the Clave praising him. Now she could never collect him late at night from the Fairchild's house. Now she could never see him at the breakfast table while he talked about elements and mechanisms and all those things Cecily didn't understand. Now she could never kiss him goodnight or chastise him from ruining yet another piece of furniture or wonder at how beautiful his lavender eyes were.

Now she could never see her son smile again, for Christopher Lightwood was gone forever.

"Cecy?"

Someone had opened the door, and now Will and Tessa, Gideon and Sophie, Henry and Charlotte were streaming into the room. Cecily heard one of them draw in a sharp breath.

"Who is that?" Henry asked. Of course, the bier was too high for him to see Christopher correctly.

Cecily didn't know how she did it, but she stood up, left Alexander with his father and faced the rest of her family. "It's Christopher," her words were directed at Henry, yet she was looking straight at Gideon "Tatiana will pay for this."

[zoyalannister]

Long rant, aka:

The criminal treatment of Cecily Lightwood (née Herondale) in TLH

Premise: Cecily is my favourite character from TID, so I won't be impartial. At all.

Cecily is a wonderful character, but even since TID her traumas were always glassed over. I remind you that, in like a week, she lost all her family: Ella died, Will left to London, her father became an alcoholic gambler (he will eventually lose the house) and her mother fell into depression. It was never shown how much all this affected her, especially if you think that in 1800s people didn’t know about mental health, so Cecily would find herself with a mother who doesn’t talk to her like she used to and she wouldn’t even know why st the age of ten.

We barely know how she spent the next five years, most of the things I assume are either my headcanons or @livia-dovehallow reflections.

Five years later, she arrives in the Institute and finds out she loves fighting and she's also very good at it. She gives the final blow to Benedict Lightwood’s worm, but Tatiana will always blame Will and Jem. This would have been fine if it was just Tatiana being overly sexist and not accepting that a woman killed her father, but all the narrative goes on ignoring the fact that Cecily killed Benedict.

At the end of TID, Cecily tells Gabriel that she wants to be more than just a mother and a wife, and indeed at the age of 40 she is... just a stay-at-home mom when her husband, and moat importantly, her children risk their life.

I think this just happened because CC wants to give space to the new gang, ignoring their parents, but it doesn’t make any sense to me.

Firstly, Cecily never wanted to be just a mother and a wife. She always wanted to be a fighter, so it's stupif she just stopped. But the most stupid thing ever is Cecily not fighting but being perfectly okay into sending Anna and Christopher risking their lives.

A person like Cecily, who lost all her family in a short time, would never stop fighting, on the contrary, she would fight even hardher to defend the family she created with Gabriel. She would never let her children fight alone when she’s home/at the Institute, she would fight alongside them.

But if Cecily stayed IC we wouldn’t have had TLH because she would have sorted out the plot in no time, probably insisting on having Tatiana killed the same moment they all found out she was behind Barbara's death.

So why give Cecily the space she deserves when you can enjoy 2100 pages of boredom, miscommunication, other boredom and insults to your intellect?

[divinekangaroo]

This thing about Tommy and breeding kink, this is what I frequently think about, and it's nothing to do with *him* having a breeding kink:

-Post S6 and his return to life, Tommy sees Diana is smugly pregnant and the Timing is Right, but he can’t let himself think about that

-then he runs into Jessie Eden unexpectedly, who has a dark haired blue eyed son with her that she immediately sends off, and who she is very defensive about and refuses to tell Tommy the boy's name; again, the boy is almost exactly the same age as Ruby would have been

-two Brum women show up at his Westminster office with a boy and a girl, slightly older than Charlie, with what is possibly phrased as a blackmail attempt along the lines of, ‘remember that night at 6 Watery Lane after the Garrison’s reopening, Mr Shelby? We’ve done our half, they’re ready for a fully funded education courtesy of their well to do father now.’

-reeling slightly, he opens a letter from a pile on his desk, realising suddenly that it's C/O that hotel he stayed in in America, and inside is a letter they've sent on from a working girl he can barely remember, with a little photo of a dark haired baby in her arms

-that evening, he walks into his first Shelby Co board meeting since returning and Lizzie’s clearly showing, at pretty much the same size/rate as Diana; Lizzie sees Tommy looking at her stomach and the sheer horror on his face, so she makes some sad/snide comment along the lines of ‘I’ll always remember the night you told me you loved me, now I’ll always remember the look on your face when you found out you’re a dad…again’

-he makes a few drunken calls that night and finds out May Carton has strapping twin boys, who just started riding competitive polo, and still no interest in a husband

-in somewhat of a panic, he leverages his continental contacts who ask questions around Vienna to find the Duchess Tatiana, subsequently moved on to Morocco, does indeed have a pale skinned dark-haired blue-eyed freckled daughter, of exactly the age Tommy advised

[naoyaslut]

Spoils of War Ch. 1

pairings: ushijima x reader / sakusa/reader

wordcount: 3.7k

twarnings: knife mention, profanity, noncon-ish, slow-burn, multi-chap, alt universe

a/n: appreciate any thoughts, may continue this may not.

You were grateful that your father entertained the idea of his daughters being well-versed in combat.  Sword fighting, Archery, close-quarters combat.  

“All the l/n women were warriors too,” he’d say.  “You don’t get special treatment because you’re a girl, do think the lowlifes out in the world will pity you because you’re a woman? I want my daughters to be able to protect themselves,”  

His brash words of truth echoed at the back of your head just as your face was slammed into the rubble underneath you, a jagged rock nicking the corner of your eyebrow.  

It wasn’t long after you began to feel the blood trickling down your face, forcing you to seal your left eye shut before it blinded you.  

“I figured you’d learn by now to not be distracted while sparring with me,”  

Lucian L/N, your oldest brother, still unmarried, and still consistently thrashing you during daily sparring sessions, pinned you underneath him face down grabbing a hand full of your hair before shoving your face down in the dirt once more.  “You get no sympathy from me; you want to be a warrior, don’t you? Earn it.”  

You could feel the heat of his breath along your nape as he taunted you; the grip on your hair causing a numbing tingling to bloom the root of your scalp.   

“I already know that when we are married, I’ll have to beat you into submission, or do I sense that stubbornness of yours fading a bit?”  

Lucian taunted you once more and in response, you threw an elbow behind you smashing the tip of his elegant nose so hard that your bones vibrated.  Mission accomplished, Lucian fell backward freeing you from his oppressive weight and you watched in satisfaction as he cradled his face.   

“This is exactly why, no one will marry a beast like you!”  Lucian roared, clearly upset about his bleeding nose.  You had hoped you broke it.  

You were well of age, 23 his upcoming summer and have yet to be married.  Granted it was not because you hadn’t received any proposals… all the prospective males were just… not up to your standards.  You wanted to accomplish other goals before you were to marry and expected to have children. And because of this, both you and your older brother had been given an ultimatum. Though it had been generations since anyone had married within the family, it was not unusual.    

Your mother’s parents were siblings and because of this unity over many generations a great inherited ability had been passed down.  Your mother possessed it, her mother and father possessed it, and so on and so forth.    

Your mother, Tiana was a sorcerer.  Sorcery is believed to be extinct in many parts of the world, but we all know that it's untrue.  She was marked with her technique by the presence of brilliant amethyst eyes and so were two of her children. You and Tatiana.  Until her last dying breath, she made sure it was a well-kept secret.  

Lucian was 27 and unmarried.  He seemed to enjoy the bachelor life, his hunting, and sparring and was not interested in marrying a random noblewoman.  But he accepted your father’s offer of marrying you if you were not spoken for by the time you were 24 years. The thought alone made you nauseous, your brother was sadistic in more ways than one.  

Your older sister Tatiana, the middle sibling, had already married two summers ago and already had one child with another on the way.  Tati was lucky, she had been betrothed since birth, the doings of your late mother.  She and her husband had practically been together since they were children, it was only natural that they would fall in love.   

You just wanted out, princess or not.  The stress of marriage and children at that was putting a damper on your spirit.  What could you do to escape it? You were contemplating running away… what would your father do if he caught wind of it?  Would he call everyone under his command to arms to find you?  

You didn’t wait around to find out. Your contemplating soon moved onto a full-fledged escape... and before you knew it, the night to execute your plan was among you.  

You had been traveling for three days on horseback to put some distance between you and your father’s kingdom.  Well really, it was your mother’s kingdom.  Even though he wore the title, King, it was your mother who ruled.  

Your father wasn’t a bad man, nor was he a cruel father.  He sought to honor your mother’s wishes and everything that she wanted for the people here.    

However, you were on the outskirts of the border where there was a bustling little town even in the dead of the night.  You had heard only rumors about it, but once you entered its gates all those sayings seemed to just materialize before your eyes.  

Both men and women of the night flooded the streets with a nice mix of mercenaries and merchants as well.  There were several carts of people selling goods and a few closed establishments along the way.  Lights that served as beacons lined the cobblestone roads and one stable seemed to be overflowing with stowed horses.    

“You looking for a time or two, my lady?” A sultry voice met your ears from your place upon your black steed.  Turning to greet the unwanted invitation, you simply put up a hand to decline without removing the hood of your cloak.   

It was a man, a very pretty one too dressed in a very fine-looking silk robe.  You could tell he was naked underneath; the muscled outline of his pecs adorned with a single golden ring caught your attention momentarily before you began to speak.  

“I am simply looking for room and board for the night only, though I thank you for the kind invitation,” Although you smiled, you were just a tad curious about the curly-haired platinum blonde. His smile was just as alluring, a row of perfect white teeth and sharpened canines.  He may have been elven, you guessed but you would not pry.  

“Suit yourself, my lady, it was worth a try.  You have the most beautiful eyes; may I have the honor of seeing the rest of your face? It’s not often to see a woman on a horse here,” The blonde man leaned forward curiously, combing a loose curl or two of his hair behind the side of his face to reveal, very elven ears.  And if that were the case, you knew he could see your face very well, even though it was night.  

Quirking a brow, you merely chuckled under your breath.  You were on a horse; you carried a sword among other things and it seemed that you had already caught someone’s attention.  You were exhausted, all you wanted was a place to lay your head for the night.  

“For I am not from here, good sir... and though I appreciate your flattery but I’m afraid I must decline, you and I both know that you can see my face very well already,”  

He laughed at your response and tied his robe tighter around him before pointing off into the distance.   

“There’s an inn, a bit further down the road, Tot’s.  Tell the owner that Arthur sent you, you should be able to get a room for the night there,”  

Ticking Shadow further, you continued your way.  “Thank you, Arthur,”   

You could hear Author shuffle further down the patio of the establishment he was in trying to stay in step with you.   

“Do I not get a name in return, my lady?” He asked.   

“You can call me N/N, should we ever meet again, enjoy your night.”  

And that was that.  You continued until you found the inn that you had been told about.  Tying Shadow to a nearby stable you rubbed him down before grabbing the rest of your belongings off the saddle.    

“Stay put for a bit hmm? I won’t be long,”  

You pushed your way into the inn, it was spacious but also crowded.  There appeared to be a small cavalry of knights who had taken refuge inside for the night. Most of the tables were overcrowded by them still dressed in glistening silver and black armor.  Their laughing and joking could be heard, relief pouring from their enthusiastic tones.  

It was refreshing to see.  Never had you seen knights of any caliber so laid back, relaxed, and enjoying themselves.  The knights of Ledora were always on guard, stiff, and rather reluctant to show any emotion, especially in front of a princess.  

You recognized the color scheme but did not know the name of which they came from simply because they were a newly developed faction.  History, you knew that.  But things that happened outside of Ledora, you did not.  

You were certain that before you entered, they were all drinking and being merry, the loud barking you had heard from outside was now a dull roar as you garnered attention once you were inside.    

It was unnerving.  It caused your throat to tighten from nervousness as you walked across the way without lowering your cloak to greet the innkeeper, who had been busy with another patron at the counter.  

He, like the others was clad in the same black and silver armor but this one appeared to be much larger than the rest of the men.  From behind he was hulking and wide.  The armor he was wearing must have weighed over 200 lbs.  You weren’t sure if you’d ever seen a man this large.  

The inn-keeper, a short fat woman with a auburn scarf tied around her hair gave him a room key before pointing directly up above her.   

“Don’t lose the key, it’s the only one I ‘ave,” she admonished and said nothing more as the man turned away without a word.    

Perhaps you underestimated his gait because once he turned to leave, he nearly trampled you causing you to step out of the way losing your footing in the process.  

Before you toppled over, he stopped and one of his large hands curled around your bicep to keep you steady. He kept you from falling over, but the hood of your cloak did reveal a crystal eyed startled young woman to the rest of the patrons in the inn and the massive figure standing before you.  

You were frozen solid, your eyes meeting those of a dusky olive.  They were the eyes of a warrior, there was no emotion that you could detect behind those stark eyes.  His eyes were threatening in contrast to his face square, tanned, and handsome with a full head of dark brown hair.    

If he were to smile you were sure he’d knock every woman in the room off their feet but instead, he did the opposite, a scowl forming as his brows pinched together in a tight knot at the sound of a whistle from one of the knights in the common room.  

“Those ladies out in town don’t look like that ‘aye? Must be a noblewoman for sure,”  

His fearsome expression startled you back to your senses and you apologized under your breath.  His gaze turned back to his men and you realized that the look of aggravation wasn’t meant for you, it was meant for the others mumbling off in the background.  

He released you once you were upright and turned to address the room full of his men.  “Shut your mouth, have your fill of ale, and get to sleep, we head out in the morning.”  

With that, he stormed out of the inn and into the darkness of the night.  His men seemingly got the idea and the others soon started to gather their things to depart.  You only watched them for a split second before the innkeeper caught your eye.  

“What can I help you with malady?” She asked, clearly amused at the scene that had unfolded.  “You causing a scene with a beautiful mug like that,”  

Collecting your thoughts, you pulled your hood back over your head before speaking.  

“Do you have a room for me? Arthur directed me here,” You asked quietly.  

“Last one just went to that one who just cleared the room,” she sighed, shrugging her shoulders.  “Sorry dear, I wasn’t expecting a whole lot of knights to check in, they just rolled into town today,”  

Tough luck, you’d have to push on a bit further just until you came across another town.  The innkeeper must have seen the look on your face.  

“I think I’ll be busy in here up until dawn, you can rest in my room until my husband takes over, how does that sound?” She offered.   

“That’s perfect, I’ve been on the road for three days I just need to rest my eyes for a bit,” you admitted.  “I pay whatever,”  

The innkeeper’s name was Adina and she treated you well that night.  Readied you a bath and even got one of her works to water and feed Shadow while you were able to rest for the night.  Since there was the chance that your father had sent out word of your absence you gathered your things at first light.  

It seemed as if the knights who had stayed at the inn were doing the same.  Packing your belongings on the back of your horse you shot the small cavalry a couple of glances as they began to lead their horses into a formation.    

There were only about thirty of them and you wondered where they were headed. You weren’t going to stick around to find out.  After mounting Shadow, Adina greeted you with a small satchel of what looked to be fruit, vegetables, and some bread. You assumed it was because you paid her rather handsomely.  

“For the horse, the least problematic animal I have had around for a while,”  

“Thank you, it wasn’t necessary,” you offered her a smile and packed the bag away with the rest of your things.  

“Be careful my lady, get to where you need to get to quickly, there’s a storm brewing.  And there are men out there who like to prey on young women,” Adina eyed your sword and arched a questioning brow.  “Though I’m sure you can handle yourself,”  

“I’ll be fine, thank you.  Where’s the next town?” You asked out of curiosity.  

“If you continue south, you’re heading into Azov territory, it’s probably the closest trip.  I’d say maybe a two-day trip on horseback I’d head there if you’re looking to restock and regroup, southeast you’re looking at a two-week trip before you hit any towns,”  

“Alright,” you took Adina’s hand shaking it slightly, “Adina I appreciate this, and tell Arthur I said hello,”  

As you said your short goodbyes, you felt as If someone or something was watching you.  As Adina headed back to the Inn, you gave the Calvary another glance and again were met with those blank green eyes from the night before.  

It was the same man for sure and he was watching you curiously, not bothering to break eye contact even as you pulled the hood of your cloak back over your head and rode off.  You wouldn’t, couldn’t give it much more thought.  It was time to go.  

Traveling on horseback was more tiring than you anticipated.  A day and a half later you were covered in sweat and desperate for a change of clothes.  Your back ached and so did your legs, you were forced to stop and set up camp.   

The storm that Adina had promised was closing in as well though the rain hadn’t started just yet.  After feeding and watering the horse, you tied him to a nearby tree in the dense foliage just so you’d be out of view of any other passersby.   

The last thing you wanted or needed was a confrontation with a stranger.  Sitting underneath the shade of a nearby tree you reclined resting your back against the trunk of the tree.  You weren’t sure when you dozed off, but when you awakened, the sun had begun to set.  

You wanted to make it to town before nightfall, but you weren’t even sure how far out you were.  Standing up you stretched out, nearly jumping out of your skin as your vision came into focus.  There was someone else in your camping area.   

A strange male was standing next to the tree that you had tied Shadow to.  He held the sharpened end of a short blade against the rope that tied Shadow to the tree and with the flick of his wrist cut it loose.  Slapping Shadow on his rear, the horse took off into the dense foliage ahead.  

“Ah, she finally wakes!”   

Your attention was solely on Shadow as he vanished in the distance, all your equipment along with him.  Food, water, along with your short sword.  Not the best predicament to be in. Stumbling forward in panic you called out his name as if he would stop his escape.  

“Shadow!”    

Someone from behind throwing their arms around you to keep you restrained was another surprise, the last of your grogginess finally fading completely.  You didn’t struggle, simply allowed yourself to be subdued as the tip of a blade was pressed into your jugular from behind.  

You nearly hurled and the strong scent of filth and tobacco clouded your senses, your eyes forced back onto the man stalking towards you that had set Shadow free.  

“We’ve been waiting for you to get up for hours,” he gloated, tossing the dagger in his hand up in the air before catching it less than diligently.  

You stiffened against the bulky body behind you leaning away from the dull knife that was still pressed against your throat.    

“If you intended to rob me, you lost everything of value with the horse all of my goods were attached to him,”  

The man was now standing in front of you.  He offered you a confused glower before shooting a glance off in the direction Shadow went and then returned to studying your face.   

“Well, that’s unfortunate, ain’t it? It’s alright, I was craving something else either way,” He smiled tentatively as if he didn’t want to frighten you.  But he was holding a knife and his friend behind you had one jammed in the side of your throat.  “What’s a pretty proper lady like you doing out ‘ere eh? Alone, unprotected, and with all these nice clothes on too?”  

The man was no more than a head taller than you, dressed in leather armor.  Dirty.   Filthy actually.  As if he had been on the road for weeks, the same as the one behind you.  He had long dark hair tied back in a low ponytail no obvious insignias or crests anywhere on his clothing. Probably nothing more than a pair of brigands.  

“Traveling… you know, going from one place to another-” The blade against your neck was pressed harshly into your neck causing you to flinch at the motion. It shuts you up instantly.  

“Smart mouth little bitch, aren’t you?” A raspy voice came from behind you, from the man who you had yet to set eyes on. You could tell at least that he was fat, the way his belly was pressed firmly against your back. “If I were you, I’d be trying to cooperate, aye? I’m the one with the knife ‘ere,”  

“What do you want? I don’t have any gold, if you wanted that you should have gone after the horse...” The words were gritted out from the sharp pain radiating from the tip of the knife, it was dull and hadn’t broken the skin, but it sure hurt like hell.  

The man in front of you had closed the distance between you, the point of his own weapon now dragging itself down the front of your tunic. It was sharp enough to cut through the fine silk material, cleanly exposing the fine lace of your undergarments and flesh down to your navel.   

You squirmed underneath the actions, the grip of the man behind you restraining you further so you didn’t slip out of his hold. Panic surely now was lodged in your throat as you let out a slight squeal in protest, to no avail.  

“Oi, look at this. Even your undergarments are made of fine fucking silk, expensive fucking lace on a noblewoman wandering the woods alone? You know how much gold I could get for this material alone?” His hands clasped at the split he made in the tunic and he pulled it apart ripping it further so that it unfurled from its place tucked inside your trousers. “Oof, skin taught, and perfect too I bet you’re a little virgin, aren’t you, my lady?”  

“Don’t touch me,” you warned, eyes narrowing into slits.   

He pressed the tip of his dagger against your navel in response, the iron cutting into the leather belt that had held your trousers into place.   

“You ever laid with a man before? My lady?”   

He laughed under his breath before glancing over his shoulder and into the distance of the greenery. He had heard something. You had to. It was the sound of hooves out in the distance, horses. Not one or two either. It sounded like a stampede.  

But there were a couple that were closer than the rest and from your location, you could see the foliage parting as two horses shot out of the greenery before stopping twenty feet away from your current party.  

Two men sat upon those horses, clad in that same silver and black armor that you had seen in town a few days prior. You hadn’t expected any intervention of the sort, especially not from Knights that had seemingly been passing through.   

“What in the hell-” The man who had been threatening your innocence turned his back on you to face the two clad in armor, holding his dagger out in their direction.  

You recognized one of them immediately. The man who had nearly run you over in the inn. Those serious eyes of his darting from both men who had been holding you against your will, the knives, and then back to you in your unraveled state.  

The other man in armor, you had not seen before and he looked equally unperplexed as his partner. His hair was black and wavy, perhaps a bit unruly as if he had been wearing a helmet at some point, and two distinct beauty marks above his right eyebrow.   

You were grateful for the distraction, maybe now you get out of this unfortunate predicament.