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braveclementine · 5 months ago

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Freedom

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

Penny fucking hated the undercover assignment that she was on. It was nothing like being at Blonsky's' mansion.

They had taken her and Violetta to a compound that was right on the edge of the Michigan- Canada border- on the Canadian side. It was a medium-sized compound, housing about twenty girls at the moment. They each had their own bedroom, which would then be the same room that men would use them in.

Her and Violetta had been here for about a month and they were now aware of the situation that was going on.

The girls that had been kidnapped were told that if they served four hundred men, they would be let go. But, they had to do it in a time frame of six years or they would be kept a sex slave for the rest of their life.

Most of the girls here were not that far along, either with their number or with the time that they had been here. There was one girl that had been here for five years, and had served three hundred and eight-six men. So she was pretty close and the closer she got, the more excited she became in the compound.

Penny often spent her non sexual hours, either giving reports into her com, or she was staring out the window across Lake Michigan to the Michigan border. When her and Violetta broke out of here, it was going to be a hard thing. How were they supposed to convince the American police to get rid of this base if it was on Canadian land?

She supposed her dad would take care of it. It wasn't their job to shut this one down anyways. They were trying to find leads of where the trail was supposed to go. What other bases were there, who was the head of everything, and so on.

One thing she did have to say for the place was, despite it being mid- July, it was not hot at all. It was positively cool and it felt amazing. Whether that was the air conditioning in the building or just simply because she was in Canada now, she wasn't quite sure.

Violetta hissed as she entered Penny's room, slamming the door closed behind her. "Fuck all of them."

Penny nodded. That was pretty much how she felt after she got done too. "We're gonna get out of here soon."

"Yeah, I think we're pretty much done here." Vi groaned, throwing herself down on the same bed as Penny. Penny automatically put a hand on her head as she rested next to her. "Maybe we'll be home in time for Elizabeth's birthday."

"When is it?"

"July 22." Vi sighed. "Course, we also missed Ahni, Trang, and my birthdays as well cause they were all in June. But if we get home after August 12th, we'll have missed Ghaida's birthday too. Oh and Steves' of course."

Penny laughed lightly, "I see why you're all friends now."

Vi laughed too. "Yeah, birthday buddies."

A girl screamed outside and Vi lifted her head. "Should we go see-"

"Yeah." Penny swung her legs over and the two of them hurried to the door and looked out.

The young brunette who had been almost done with her servitude, was crying. But she wasn't crying hard enough to disguise her words, "I did my four hundred me! I finished my servitude! You said you'd let me go! I did it in under six years!"

Penny and Violetta moved closer, though the other girls in the room stayed where they were, sitting on the couches and such. Those were- mostly- girls who had accepted that they were going to be here for life, or even just the ones that genuinely enjoyed it.

Penny moved forwards, wanting to protect the girl, but Vi caught her arm, "Don't interfere yet. We can't risk having to break out yet, without knowing where the other bases are."

"Yes, you're leaving." Francisco- who was the head of this compound and the Hispanic man that picked Penny and Violetta up- said. "With this nice gentleman whose going to take you to another base and you'll serve there too. You did rack up interest on the days that no man took you. So really, you've still got about a whole year of men to pay up on."

She sobbed, shaking her head in denial.

"It's not so bad. It's a beautiful compound in my home country." He replied.

"So Mexico?" Penny hissed at Violetta. "And now we can slice his throat?"

"No, not Mexico." Violetta muttered. "I think he's Latino. That's the vibes his name gives off at least. I just don't know which Latino country. But definitely South America."

Penny hissed in frustration.

The girl- who Penny realized she never learned the name of- attempted to make a run for it, jerking the front door open. Francisco sighed, raising his gun. Penny screamed, but the girl didn't make it far before he shot her in the back. Violetta and two other girls joined her in on the screaming.

"Take them all back to their rooms!" Francisco ordered, eyes roaming the entire room. He was clearly angry and Penny and Vi turned tail, rushing back to Penny's room.

"That evil, evil man!" Vi hissed, punching the wall in frustration. "I should have saved her."

"You said we couldn't risk blowing cover." Penny pointed out, although she was feeling just as guilty for not saving her.

"Natasha could've done it." Violetta muttered, putting her forehead against the wall.

Penny softened. She realized now why Vi had wanted to do a mission of her own. She walked over, wrapping her arms around the Italian. "You don't know that. We both feel terrible, but we both know we couldn't risk it."

Vi turned and hugged Penny back, "Can I sleep in here tonight?"

"Of course." Penny answered, leading the other girl back to her bed. The sun was setting and Penny left the barred window open. She turned off the light, climbing into bed beside Violetta.

Penny curled into Violetta, liking the warmth that came from her. They were not given very thick sheets or blankets to stay warm with at night.

"Good night Vi." Penny whispered.

"Good night Penny." Violetta murmured.

🧔‍♂️😛 тί๓ε 𝔰кƗ𝐩 🦀🥅

"Wake up! What the hell are the two of you doing in the same bed!" Franciscos very loud and obnoxious voice woke Penny up the next morning. She could feel Violetta stirring next to her.

She felt the covers being ripped off her body, and became very annoyed. Violetta, was clearly even more annoyed because she sprang out of bed and slapped Francisco across the face, "You're a fucking bastard, you know that right! You shouldn't have killed her!"

Francisco stared at her in shock, then grew angry. He grabbed her around the throat and slammed her up against the wall. Violetta struggled against him, glaring at him, but showed Penny that she didn't want her to interfere. Penny hesitated in the background.

"You have a weak grip old man, just like you have a tiny limp dick. Where you from that gave you such terrible genetics? Peru?" Vi hissed with a small laugh. Penny started to smirk, and then goaded the man by laughing outright.

"I am not weak!" Francisco sneered at her. "I have the glorious heritage of Brazil behind me. My ancestors are Brazilin and so am I!"

"Why would you put a compound in Brazil?" Violetta scoffed, "The only thing beautiful there is the forest."

"The compound is in the forest, duh." Francisco said, letting go of Violetta.

"Didn't Brazil just put in a fascist dictator that no one wants as their new President?" Penny asked, directing Francisco away from Violetta's questions, "Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva?"

Francisco hesitated and then said, "I don't know. I don't care. Do I look like I live there right now?"

"Yeah." Violetta huffed. "For someone who loves his glorious ancestral background, you sure seem to care enough about your home country to know whose running it into the ground?"

Francisco glared at her, "I have Brazilin background. But it is not my home country. My home country is Colombia."

"Oh." Vi muttered and then she smiled, "Thank you."

"For what?" Francisco asked.

"Oh. Nothing." And then Violetta slammed her fist into his face. She lifted her wrist to her mouth as he was out cold. "Oi! Whoever's listening to the coms. There are compounds in Colombia and Brazil. The one in Brazil is in the Amazon Rain Forest. Not sure about Colombia. But we've knocked the guy out so we kind've need to leave. Thanks."

Violetta left the room and came back with rope. She tossed a strand to Penny and then started to tie his ankles together, "Make sure you get his weapons. We'll just prop them up in the living room. And any customers that come in today can join them. Let S.H.I.E.L.D. take care of them all."

Penny nodded, tying the wrists and then the two of them carried him out to the living room.

"Hey!" One of the guards shouted.

Penny ran at him, ducking as he swung his baton, before upper cutting a punch to his jaw. She stomped on his foot, slid his legs apart, kneed him in the groin, before flipping over his shoulders to disable him from behind. He fell to the floor in pain and Penny took his gun and then tied him up as well.

Slowly, Vi and Penny took care of the entire facility.

"Are we free?" One of the younger girls asked, wrapping her arms around her body. No one here was dressed warmly for the cold and the air condition was still blowing. Penny stripped the guard of his jacket, made sure it was perfectly safe, then handed it to her. She took it gratefully.

"You are free." Violetta said, "But we have to wait until S.H.E.I.L.D. takes statements from you all."

"You're from the American Government?" The girl that was brave enough to talk to them first asked.

"Not really." Penny answered. "We're. . . kind've part of the Avengers?"

"Oh! Wow!" Her eyes blew wide as saucers.

Penny, remembering how she hadn't known the name of the girl who died, asked, "What's your name?"

"Oh, I'm Daphne." She responded quietly.

"Well, Daphne, we've already made contact with them, although I should probably send them a second contact." Violetta muttered. "Do any of them have phones?"

"Yeah." Penny said, digging out a phone and then looked at the other girls who were crowding around now. "Does anyone have family or friends or siblings or anyone they can call to let them know they're okay?"

Several of the girls nodded, although a few of them shook their heads. "Well," Penny found two more phones and quickly hacked into them, "You guys can share these. Call whoever you need. You can tell me that you're in Canada and can see the Michigan border. That way anyone whose family isn't near here, can start making their way to Michigan."

Two girls eagerly stepped forward, taking the phones and started calling whoever they wanted to call. Tears falling down her face.

"Tony's already on his way." Violetta said, handing in a third phone for them to use.

It didn't take long for Tony to show up. He strolled through the front door of the compound in a hurry. Penny ran into his arms first and he hugged her back tightly, before kissing her on the lips. Then he pulled Violetta into a hug.

"None of the others are coming. Long story that I'll explain when we get back to the tower." Tony started.

"Is anyone hurt?" Violetta asked immediately.

Tony hesitated and then said, "No one is dead. And no one is in the hospital. Like I said, I'll explain later. But you don't have to worry about anyones immediate safety. Penny, your dad is coming though, he's got some trusted S.H.I.E.L.D. agents with him to take care of this. F.R.I.D.A.Y. is already looking at those bases in the other countries. We'll find them."

Violetta and Penny nodded. They only had to wait two more hours before her father showed up. Girls were taken back to the states, reunited with family or friends. And then Tony was driving Violetta and Penny back, while also telling them what had happened while they were gone.

"Where's Rumlow?" Violetta snarled after Tony was done. "I'm going to cut his balls off and-"

"Steve already killed him." Tony answered.

"Steve? Really?" Violetta and Penny asked together.

"Took his head clean off with his shield." Tony responded. "Not a surprise though, he hates those sort of men."

"Yeah, but Steve is so kind." Violetta muttered.

"He's killed before." Tony shrugged, "I don't see why this shocks people the way that it does."

When they got back to the tower, they saw Natasha and Thor waiting for them outside. Thor immediately pulled Penny into a bone crushing hug, but Natasha went for Violetta first. She whispered in her ear, making the younger widow actually flush with pride, her eyes lighting up. Penny smiled.

"Where is everyone else?" Penny asked.

"Asgard." Tony answered, "We're heading there as well. We figured it would be safer for Elizabeth to stay there while she was pregnant and defenseless. It was better than trying to put a 24-7 protection detail on her, which we all knew she would protest."

Penny nodded and her attention was taken as Natasha came over to kiss and hug her. "You okay?" Nat asked quietly.

"Yeah." Penny answered quietly as well. "What'd you say to Vi?"

"I just told her that her want to save that young girls life meant she was becoming less like a widow and more like a human being." Nat smiled. "And I told her that she saved more girls lives by continuing the mission. The compounds are being cleared out as we speak."

Penny smiled. "Good."

"Ready?" Tony called over. He had suitcases by his feet, standing next to Thor. "Nat packed for the two of you."

Penny, Natasha, and Violetta joined the two men, and readied themselves for the trip to Asgard.

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weirdthoughtsandideas · 2 years ago

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Violetta Paper Girls AU!

Violetta, Ludmila, Francesca and Camila are 12 year old girls (it's important to the story that they specifically are 12) who work as paper girls. It's Violetta's first time on it, as her dad does not let her go out very much and she begged him to please do something - she has no friends or any social life, so she just wants to get out. But.. it does not go as planned, as suddenly some really strange people starts to chase her, Ludmila, Francesca and Camila. They take cover under a bridge and then there's a light - without knowing, that light made them travel in time to 2016.

Arriving in 2016, they strange people still are after them, so they take cover at Violetta's house. Only to find out that… it's different. There is other furniture, the TV is "SO BIG" compared to the one they had in 1988 and then… adult Violetta comes into the room and is like "INTRUDERS!!". After finding out it's herself as a 12yo she just is like "Uh. help. what the heck." Anyway 12yo Violetta finds out that adult her is just sad and lonely. She apparently "quit the paper girl job after a day and none of these girls even know your name" and she never broke out of her father's overprotectiveness so she just lived at home and now she just has some lousy job. 12yo Violetta is obviously all bummed about this and just like. What the heck is my life I don't wanna end up like this. So adult Violetta tries to help them and just. Tries googling for stuff yk as a 2016 person does. And the girls are just like ":0 YOU CAN SEARCH?? ON THE COMPUTER??????" and they wanna look up themselves bc ofc Francesca searches for herself and she's apparently a singer in the future so she's like :D Camila searches for herself next and is surprised she just… cannot find anything. However, Ludmila does not want to find herself. She goes "if my mom got what she wanted, I don't wanna see my future"

Anyway after this, the strange people starts chasing them again and they just. Run as fast as they can. And this is when they somehow end up time travelling to 1999. Now, in the Paper Girls show (I have not read the comics), there's some drama in 1999, one of the girls as an adult comes with them and she accidentally gets killed by a future robot. This does not happen here. It's just the four girls, no one dies. But in the show, during this time, one of the girls gets her period for the first time and they just steal tampons and have this really weird but funny conversation how tampons work. Like they talk about toxic shock syndrome and one girl just goes "yeah my mom's friend got it and she lost her leg! She's still alive though, she just… doesn't have a leg" - that line is a huge Camila energy. No idea who would be getting their period tho, it could literally be anyone tbh ANYWAY, they go to Ludmila's house because Ludmila is sure that no one is home rn. But they are wrong - there is a party at her house. They sneak inside. Ludmila sees herself as a young adult and notices she's putting on a smile and acting as her mom tries to introduce her to some boy. Ludmila is like "I hate that man, I hate him, why am I doing this, ugh mom got exactly what she wanted"

But then young adult Ludmila excuses herself and goes upstairs. 12yo Ludmila, curious, follows her up as the other girls stays downstairs. She checks out her room and notices how there's… posters. Posters of movies she has never heard of (because they have not come out yet in 1988). There's also a lot of astronomy stuff obviously, which makes Ludmila happy that she still has that. Anyway then she hears footsteps and hides in the closet. In comes young adult Ludmila with… Natalia. YA Ludmila: Now we're finally alone Naty: Does your mom still try to push boys on you? YA Ludmila: Ugh, you should have seen her tonight… Naty: You just hang in there. She doesn't have control of your life anymore. You're taking more and more control. Went to film school instead of business school like she wanted. You're not gonna be some lawyer, you're gonna be the next big director! YA Ludmila: What would I do without you? Naty: * smiles * And then they start making out as 12yo Ludmila stands there in the closet like 🧍‍♀️ So obviously she has a whole "???? W H A T" process, while the other girls kinda realize Ludmila is gone and just goes "where tf is she help" But Ludmila manages to sneak out and comes back downstairs like " 😀 so guys. Where are we going next"

They go away and then find out Francesca in 1999 is singing at some place, so they go there just because. Young adult Francesca sees them and just is like "holy shit that girl looks like me" so she slowly goes up to them like YA Fran: Excuse me, what's your name? 12yo Fran: Francesca! YA Fran: … YA Fran: What

Anyway she takes them to her apartment and 12yo Fran mentions something about how she's gonna be successful in 2016 to which YA Fran is like "omg!!" Then curiously, she asks the other girls. Violetta: I am apparently very sad and lonely. Camila: I have no idea! I seemed to have vanished from existence Ludmila: I am a… filmmaker…

YA Fran tells them that "she sometimes sees Violetta go grocery shopping and she has been afraid to say hi, but maybe she will" and 12yo Vilu is like "PLEASE. I NEED FRIENDS, I DON'T WANNA END UP IN THAT SAD LIFE" For Camila, YA Fran says that she has decided to "move out to a faraway place and start a hippie colony" to which Camila, too excitedly, is like "I'M GONNA START A CULT??? MY OWN KINGDOM?? :D" and the other ones just looks at her really concerned

The strange people show up again and the girls flee once again. But this time, one of the people turns out to be kinda nice and just tells them that the others are out to either wipe out their memories or kill them, but they will help them get back home. In desperation, the girls agree to go with them. So they travel to the very far future to get into time travel pods that gets them to the exact time period they live in. However, the other strange people find out and tries to run after them, which causes a fight to break loose This eventually leads to the girls being separated into two time travel pods - Camila and Ludmila in one and Violetta and Francesca in one

And they end up time travelling to different time periods completely… and none of these are 1988 Where the two different pairs time travel I have not come up with.

And that's the end of my pitch.

#violetta #paper girls

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twst-the-night-away · 2 years ago

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love hearts: where were you when you met your crush? (For all the ocs you'd like!)

Valentine's Day Asks (super late ... oopsie)

I'm gonna go with the default ships for my main three ladies for these, if that's ok. I have so many ships, after all ... /////

Violetta: I'd seen Jade here and there on campus, but we'd never really interacted - if I'm being honest, it was mostly because I was a bit afraid of his brother. One day, though, he was passing out flyers for the Mostro Lounge, and as I passed by him, he called my name. Naturally, I was quite surprised that he knew my name at all, but I was even more surprised when he offered me a flyer showing the week's specials, which happened to be things like carbonara, salted dark chocolate tarts, and drinks based on hibiscus tea. There was also a rather generous coupon attached. It's almost as if he was trying to get me to go ... well, it worked, anyway.

Juniper: I first saw Jack on the first day of school, of course, since we're both freshmen in the same dorm. I think I was staring at him. After a while, he looked back at me kind of confused. Like, he was all, "What are you looking at?" Except he wasn't saying it. He introduced himself, but he didn't seem interested in ... being friends, or carrying on a conversation ... oh, but I swear I didn't join the track team just to hang around him, though!!! I really wanted to run track!!!

Savvy: Joker invited me to come to her club meeting, just to see the Pop Music Club in action. Everyone was just sitting around and chatting, but I perked up when Cater mentioned something about the flamingos in his dorm. I must have been pretty excited, because he invited me to come visit the next time it was his turn to feed them. It was so cool, getting to see the flamingos up close! And ... well, Cater's pretty cool, once you get to know him, hehe.

#twst oc #daisy's ocs #violetta piccola #juniper moon #savvy laperle

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countessofravenclaw · 2 months ago

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A Bizarre set of events that happen in the Castillo house...continues

Okay, first of all, yes I have changed the name of this fic: A very Bizarre fic about Nina living at Castillo house -> A Bizarre set of events that happen in the Castillo house... Second of all: SUPRISE!!! We are continuing this, like 10 months after, but I made no promises after all If you need a refresher, this is no way in pro German Castillo fic, actually this is very anti German Castillo. This also still isn't to be take very seriously, more like at all. Don take this serious please, because I don't. Go read ¿Puede la ondulación cambiar una marea?, if you want something I take seriously. Lastly, again this takes place in a time vacuum during S2a, meaning that the canonical events during or after S2a are not going to be relevant unless directly referenced, but everything before it has happened. Anyways, I had a lot of fun writing this, so hope everyone is enjoying reading it as well. Oh and also, fyi, I kept the canon Violetta couples, because that's just more convient for me, especially asthey won't be heavily featured in this anyway.

Ana was sitting in the living room going through her email when her phone rang.

“Isla, Hi.” Ana answered the call. “It’s been a while since I’ve heard from you.”

“I know,” Isla’s voice responded, “I have been meaning to call you for weeks, but I’ve been drowning in work.”

“That is not surprising,” Ana responded, “I read about that project you’re heading, it is huge.”

“It is, and it is also an immense honor and a responsibility. It is a very good thing though, especially given the attention it requires, I’ll get to stay here more, especially when Marco got that promotion and we just think it's for the best to stay put a little more, for a lot of reasons,” Isla continued, “This is not what I called you to talk about. That was that Gastón told us that you moved.”

“Oh yes, we did, with Nina.” Ana nodded, “She actually told me that you live in this area too.”

“Always trust the kids get information across on our behalf,” Isla laughed before getting more serious, “I do have to mention that he also told us why you moved. I guess congratulations are in order. German Castillo, really?”

“I guess you could say it like that. I don’t really want to make a number about it.”

“New phase in life, nonetheless. It's never too late.” Isla’s voice noted, “Now I am actually finally getting to the point why I even called. Marco and I would love to have you two over for dinner sometime.”

“That would be lovely, but I am not sure when we can make that happen.”

“You’ll give us a date and we’ll make it work. We insist.”

“Who was that?” German walked out of his office.

“Isla.” Ana put her phone away after the call disconnected. German made a confused face. “Oh, you obviously don’t know who that is from that. Isla Perida.”

“Oh, so… Mother of that boyfriend of Nina’s?” German questioned.

“Well, yes, she is his mother, but we're also friends,” Ana explained, “Actually, it is quite an interesting story, how I did some legal work for her and her husband when Nina was about five. They were in their 20s just starting out. We got along quite well, it was quite unfortunate that we didn’t stay in touch. So, it was quite pleasant to find out that Nina was after their son. Surely you know the Peridas.”

“Of course I know them. Who doesn’t?” German nodded, “On a professional level, and I guess socially as well, but I wouldn’t say very personal friends. I didn’t know they had a child.”

“Not many people do.” Ana responded, “They’re really private that way, don’t volunteer much information about him if they don’t have to. Quite understandable given their background and everything they have been through, that they don’t trust just anybody. It has obviously been the right decision, given how well adjusted and raised Gastón is.”

“So…you approve of him and your daughter?” German questioned.

“Why wouldn’t I? Nina could have found much worse.” Ana shook her head, “They want to have us for dinner.”

“Us?” German questioned. “Well, that is kind.”

“Well, hello!” Suddenly the door of the house opened, and Angie walked in with Pablo. “Did we catch you at a bad time?”

“Not at all,” German huffed, “Always a pleasure Angie. Ana, this my sister-in-law Angie, Maria’s sister, and her husband—

“Pablo?” Ana got up from the couch, “It was Pablo, right?”

“It is,” Pablo nodded, “You really are that Ana?”

“I am. It’s been years.”

“You two know each other?” Angie asked, confused while looking between Pablo and Ana.

“He’s a cousin of my ex-husband,” Ana explained, “Ricardo, Nina’s father.”

“Well, ain't this an awkward coincidence?” Angie looked out of the window, “But things are only awkward if we make them, am I right? Nice to meet you, Ana.”

***

“Nooo, you almost did not…” Matteo laughed on the phone.

“He came in like a minute later,” Gastón shook his head, “I’ve never feared for my life before.”

“Yeah,” Matteo’s voice was very skeptical, “Nina’s dad has never cared how all over his daughter you usually are. Crude awakening now, I feel you.”

“It’s not my fault I’m in love with her.” Gastón shook his head, “This is not helping. Nina doesn’t seem to care though.”

“That’s what’s important right?” Matteo seemed to laugh, “And by the way, it is completely your fault that you can’t keep your hands off her.”

“How could I not? She’s…” Gastón stared at the ceiling, “I’m not afraid, if that’s what you think.”

“Good to hear,” Matteo laughed again, “Since you decided to jump to the deep end of the dating pool so thoroughly.”

“Yeah, you’re the one to talk.” Gastón huffed, “Tell me something, you’ve never met any of your girlfriends Dad’s, right? Not even Ambar’s.”

“Okay, you got me.” Matteo responded, “I mean, her parents were never even around. I think their names were Saffira and Gareth, but I’ve never met them.”

“Sapphire and Garnet for Amber. How convenient,” Gastón shook his head, “Anyways, Ambar aside. In the end, at least Mr. Castillo is not the one who I need to ask Nina’s hand from someday, and Ricardo likes me.”

“How romantic,” Gastón could hear Matteo rolling his eyes amused, “You’re so whipped to have thought that far. You’ve really turned into a traditionalist.”

“Not like that,” Gastón laughed sarcastically, “I just think it’s something important. I mean, I know, Dad would have loved to ask Mom’s hand from her father, but Grandpa was dead and their whole engagement was very unconventional anyway. He didn’t know what he was doing until he was doing it.”

“Better than how Dad handled it,” Matteo laughed, “He asked Sofia over morning coffee, COFFEE! I am almost offended on her behalf.”

“I guess it is different the second time around. How did he propose to you mom?”

“I’m not sure actually,” Matteo responded, “But I doubt it was any more romantic. He doesn’t have a romantic bone in his body. The only thing he knows how to do is to buy jewelry for them.”

“Dad buys jewelry for Mom too, it’s one of his favorite pastimes.”

“Yeah, that does not compare,” Matteo argued, “They’ve been madly in love for 20 years. Your Dad actually puts thought into that stuff and isn’t that the case that he could probably tell a story about each thing he gets for your Mom, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

“Anyways,” Gastón sighed, “Speaking off my parents… I think I did something really stupid.”

“Oh noh, this is not the moment you tell me that Nina’s pregnant—”

“What, no!” Gastón exclaimed, “Matteo seriously?”

“Don’t act like it’s not possible,” Matteo sounded like he was smirking, “because then you’ve done a really good job at controlling yourself if you two haven’t…”

“That is not what I am talking about right now,” Gastón shook his head, “I told to Mom and Dad that they moved to German Castillo’s place.”

“Ooooooh… What did they say? Isla and Marco don’t like the guy at all, right? They always told us to stay away from that house.”

“I don’t know,” Gastón answered, “I think they invited them for dinner…and probably planning on chewing him out then. Who honestly knows with them.”

“That sounds like a show I’d like to get tickets to.” Matteo laughed

***

“Olga! Can you get me my tea?” German was reading an email on his phone and looked out of the window.

Something peculiar caught his eye. It was like a neon pink bolt of lightning was running around the street.

“Hey Dad!” Violetta walked down the stairs holding some pile of sheet music. “Or not… What’s that sour expression for?”

“I don’t know.” German shook his head and looked out of the window again. Maybe it had been a trick of a light or something—

Suddenly there was a knock on their door. Olga was clearly doing something, because she was nowhere to be found, so German went to open the door.

There was no one at the door. German looked outside confused until the same neon colored twister came into his view.

That same girl who had been at the house previously with Nina, the girl who she had introduced her as her best friend, was now wheeling all around his driveway.

“I’m sorry?” German tried but the girl, whose name he did not remember, didn’t appear to be listening. She had roller skates on and was doing all sorts of odd twirls. “Good girl, stop before you hurt yourself!!”

“Oh, hi!!” Luna did one more twirl before stopping. “Didn’t see you there.”

“Obviously.” German stared.

“Hi!” Violetta had appeared behind German at the door. “You’re Luna, right? Nina has told us about you.”

“Oh yeah.” Luna nodded. “Is she home? I thought we could go to Roller.”

“So, you decided to show up on our street?” German asked while his face started growing grumpier by the minute.

“I’ll go get her.” Vilu slightly nudged her father on the ribs and disappeared inside the house, leaving German and Luna alone.

“Sooo…” German stared at Luna. “Who were you again?”

“Luna, sir.” Luna answered enthusiastically. “Luna Valente.”

“Okay…” German continued awkwardly, while trying to make small talk. “Where do you live?”

“Actually, I’m not that sure… But it’s the Benson Mansion.”

“Why do you live there?” German asked, confused. As far as he was aware, Sharon Benson didn’t have any children, and this girl most certainly couldn’t be one…

“My parents work there.”

Ah, that made more sense.

“Luna!” Nina suddenly walked through the door. “Sorry that I was late. I was in the middle of a book…”

***

“So, what do you think about this?” Ludmila sat down on the couch in the living room holding a cup of tea.

“I think the chord progression has something missing.” Violetta responded while strumming her guitar.

“Yeah, you need to add about then different notes in there, because that sounded horrible.” Ludmila said bluntly.

“Thank you?” Vilu gave her an appointed look.

“You brought it up,” She shook her head, “Anyway, I didn’t mean whatever you are trying to do here. I mean that whole thing with our, I guess kind of yours, but still our new sister.”

“I think Nina is really nice.” Violetta remarked. “I’ve always wanted a little sister.”

“That is true.” Ludmila nodded. “She is really sweet. And Ana seems like a definite upgrade, at least from my mother.

“Dad does need someone who won’t put up with his nonsense.” Vilu shook her head, “But I am kind of worried.”

“Worried about what?” Ludmila asked.

“How keen Dad is on Nina.” Violetta explained. “I feel like he’s gonna treat her as a do over on having the perfect daughter.”

“Is someone jealous?” Ludmila raised her eyebrow.

“No, I am not.” Violetta responded, “I mean like, I am scared he’s gonna treat her like he did me. All the overbearingness, and toxic protectiveness.”

“He didn’t do that to me.” Ludmila remarked.

“You were an adult when you moved here.” Vilu pointed out. “I don’t think Dad ever even realized you and Fede were together.”

“Plus Nina’s probably not being abused by her mother.”

“Yeah, so he is focusing on the trivial stuff again.” Violetta nodded, “You should have seen his face when her boyfriend, a senior boyfriend, came to pick her up for school. It was quite hilarious, but this is serious.”

“Oh, okay.” Ludmila nodded. “Do you know who her boyfriend is?”

“We met him briefly with Leon, but I only got his first name.” Violetta turned a tuner on the guitar, “It’s Gastón, but I didn’t get a last name or anything. He was cute, and I mean that in the most age-appropriate way possible.”

At that moment Nina walked down the stairs, her nose buried in a book.

“Perfect!” Violetta put the guitar aside. “Nina!”

“What?” She raised her head from the book as she stepped on the first floor.

“Come sit with us.” Ludmila suggested.

“Okay.” Nina looked at them.

“We were just talking…” Violetta started, “Having a sisterly chat. Join us … And, it’s okay that we call you that right?”

“No, that’s okay.” Nina nodded.

“Soooo… How have you liked living here?”

“Well, it’s a nice house.” Nina said while sitting down. “And the area is really nice too. Gastón lives here, so…”

“Oh yeah, your boyfriend.” Ludmila nodded, “Pardon me for being curious, but tell us more about him.”

“Gastón?” Nina asked.

“If that’s his name. Come tell us more, don’t be shy. How did you meet?”

“He’s on the skating team that my best friend is on.” Nina explained, but I’ve known him since I started at Blake. I guess…he just caught my eye when I was a freshman, but Gastón Perida was like the most popular guy in the whole world, so there was no way he even knew I existed. In the end we got partnered up for a photography class in my sophomore year and clicked from there.”

“Perida?” Ludmila asked.

“Yes.” Nina nodded.

“The Peridas have kids?” Violetta asked.

“They do.” Nina responded, “Or well, one child. Gastón is an only child. Isla and Marco moved here from Cordoba when he was four.”

“Well done.” Ludmila nodded. “You have caught the non-existent Perida heir.”

“Ludmila reads business gossip magazines.” Violetta explained. “I can’t believe how much speculations there truly is over the people who aren’t even really celebrities.”

“Well, who isn’t interested in reading about how it is extremely odd that the glamorous rags to riches business power couple who cannot keep their hands off each other don’t have any kids. I found it actually quite odd too.”

“It’s not a secret to the people who know him.” Nina explained, “They are just private.”

“Well, that makes sense,” Violetta nodded. “So, otherwise, I have been meaning to ask you, because it was said before that you write. What sort of things?”

“Mostly creative stuff, some poetry,” Nina explained, “That kind of stuff.”

“I have been working on some new chord progression.” Vilu brighten up. “But I might be in need of some lyrics.”

“Seriously?” Nina asked, “I mean, I have written some lyrics before but…”

“Vilu, we need to get going.” Ludmila piped up suddenly.

“Already?”

“Where are you going?” Nina asked.

“I teach at our old music school, the OnBeat Studio.” Ludmila explained. “I took up a post this fall as I hurt my leg during a tour this summer. Vilu is coming with me to do a demonstration.”

“Did Fran and Diego ever reply?” Violetta asked.

“They did. They’re also coming?” Ludmila answered.

“Just when we were about to get a conversation going.” Violetta complained while looking at Nina. “Fran is my best friend and Diego her fiancé.”

“Did you say OnBeat Studio?” Nina asked.

“Yes.” Ludmila and Violetta nodded.

“I think my dad’s cousin might run it…” Nina pondered out loud.

“You know Pablo?”

“Pablo Galindo?” Nina asked again, “I mean, it has been years, but yes. He is Dad’s cousin.”

“How can this keep happening!” Violetta exclaimed, “I shouldn’t believe in coincidences anymore. Pablo was our director when we studied there, and now he is full on running the place. He’s also married to my aunt Angie, who teaches there. They are having a baby very soon”

“That is pretty crazy, especially given that my mom is with your dad and your aunt is married to her ex-husband’s cousin…”

“Yeah, let's not think about it like that.” Violetta shook her head laughing. Suddenly her eyes glistened, “Oh, I have an idea! Are you doing anything right now?”

“No, not really.” Nina responded.

“How about you come with us to the studio?” Vilu suggested. “We can always use some help, and I would really love to just spend more time with you Nina. So, we get to know each other better.”

“Well, sure.” Nina nodded, “I can come.”

“Okay, that’s great.” Ludmila got up from the couch. “Now we really need to get going. I’m gonna drive.”

Nina got up from the couch and followed Violetta and Ludmila. This was maybe a little bit of a bizarre scenario, but maybe she should embrace it. These were her new “sisters”, so maybe she would get to know them.

“How’s the house search, by the way?” Ludmila asked Violetta as she pulled off the driveway.

“We haven’t had much time,” She responded. “I do wanna get it sorted soon.”

“You’re looking to move out?” Nina asked.

“Yep.” Violetta nodded, “Leon and I are. Don’t tell Dad though, I will do that once we have everything ready. He’s gonna have a heart attack anyway, so I at least don’t want him to try and stop me.”

“You should look at places close to where our place is.” Ludmila nodded, before glancing at Nina. “You have probably come to notice that I don’t actually live at German’s. Me and my boyfriend have a place, but he’s on tour right now, so I’m hanging with Vilu.”

“Dad has zero idea on who actually lives at our house.” Violetta remarked, “Fede lived there for years. I honestly feel like I could smuggle Leon in, and he wouldn’t notice at times.”

“Until he does, and all hell breaks loose.” Ludmila laughed.

***

“Come on in.”

“It was very kind of you to invite us.” Ana said as she and German stepped into the Perida’s house.

“Think nothing of it.” Isla shook her head, “We are happy to do it.”

“It is always good to sometimes spend time in a more casual setting.” Marco added as he and Isla shook German’s hand. “Great to see you again.”

“I appreciate your hospitality.” German nodded.

“We are honored.” Isla gave him an appointed smile. “We got reacquainted with Ana at the start of the summer, so of course we wanna hear more about this. Please.” She gestured toward the couch as they got to the living room.

“I am very glad. You don’t always get to have a chance to get on the personal level in the environments we usually meet at.” German pointed out.

“We are too.” Marco remarked while moving his arms around Isla as she leaned on him after they sat down on the couch. “Although, we have to say that we have enjoyed your weddings.”

“Never a dull moment at those.” Isla added.

“Well… I would like to hear more about the career changes you two have gone through.” Ana changed the subject.

“It was quite convenient for both of us,” Isla nodded while glancing at Marco. “He got offered to take up Monto Hezmá’s spot at the board of the AFG, and I was asked to chair a huge convention that UW-EE and Etalazá are collaborating on. The offers came about 12 hours from each other.”

“We’ve wanted to slow down for a longest time now,” Marco ran his thump over Isla’s knuckles, while he looked at her softly, “This was honestly perfect opportunity for that. We can stay home more, which is better for Gastón and better for us.”

“We always managed, but all the traveling and hectic schedules have always had their challenges.” Isla added, “Especially if we had to travel on our own. We always kept a strict two-week limit on it, so that we wouldn’t go longer without seeing each other. Good thing he is in the airport industry, because it makes the layover synchronizing much easier.”

“I am pretty sure that some airport hotels do hate us as a result.” Marco added, and he and Isla shared a very conspiracy look. “But German, how’s the company?”

“We just lost our CFO.” German started. “At the worst time possible too—”

“Well, don’t you dare to look at him,” Isla inserted, while glancing at Marco, “He is not taking any more jobs.”

“I don’t think he meant that.” Marco responded, while running his hand on Isla’s arm.

“Just making sure,” Isla smiled back at him.

Marco made a very shuttle hand gesture that Isla responded to, before turning back to German. “But, if this is urgent and you are in need for recommendations, I would have few.”

“That would help.”

Marco made a few other hand signs to Isla, as they got up and started walking toward the office.

“What is going on?” Ana asked Isla after they were left alone. “You two have taken up sign language?”

“Well, we couldn’t be sure what languages German Castillo speaks.” Isla tilted her head. “But we have taken courses in ASL. Nevermind that though, our scheme worked.”

“Scheme?” Ana looked at her again, questioningly.

“What? I can’t scheme with my husband?” Isla looked at her very innocently, “How do you think we got Gastón to eat vegetables when he was three?”

“But why are you scheming?”

“Marco was supposed to latch on something German said, so they can discuss it elsewhere. Him getting a CFO out of it I guess is just necessary evil now.” Isla explained, while leaning forward, “So we can talk.”

“You had an ulterior motive?” Ana was still looking at Isla.

“I haven’t been a field realtor in years, but we always have an ulterior motive.” Isla nodded.

“So, what do you want to talk about?”

“Well…” Isla made a quite interesting face. “We are friends, so I am just worried, because… German Castillo? Out of all the men in Buenos Aires? Marco and I were invited to at least two of his failed weddings…”

“I never knew you hold such a low opinion of him.”

“Professionally, his work is amazing, but personally, he is strange.” Isla looked at her, “I am not trying to judge you. You are allowed to make your own choices. Honestly, I am not even in a place to judge,” She ran her hand through her hair, laughing a little awkwardly, “I wouldn't even know how dating at this age would work. Last time I dated somebody was when I was 20, and that happened to be the most amazing man in the whole world, who I have been lucky to call my husband for almost 20 years, till forever.”

“And you are very lucky.”

“I know that we are.” Isla nodded, “Marco and I have found the happiness that is pretty rare these days, and I truly hope that everyone would get the experience of that. Obviously, we most of all hope that Gastón will find it someday, if he hasn’t already. That’s one of the reasons why we are so worried about this, because we love Nina immensely already. German is a messy person, with a messy personal life. Again, you are allowed to do what you want as an adult, but that man is a serial groom. I don’t want you to be his next target of self-validation, or whatever his aim here is, and Nina to be caught there in the middle.

“You are very good at meddling.” Ana looked at Isla, “Do you know that?”

“I wouldn’t have a career if I wasn’t.” Isla smiled. “Don’t take this the wrong way. I don’t mean to attack you or your choices, but things in the Buenos Aires high society are complicated. We had to learn that the hard way.”

“I am not taking it in any way.” Ana remarked. I can assure you, we are just trying things out. I have no intention on marrying again and there might be more to German that you know.”

“That’s all I want to hear.”

***

“I often keep people on file that I have worked with or trained.” Marco said as he opened the door to the office.

“I appreciate that.” German nodded as Marco looked through the shelves.

“This could take a little bit—” Marco furrowed his brow. “We haven’t organized these in a while.”

“You might wanna invest in an assistant.”

“We’ve been trying actually.” Marco answered, while looking through the folders. “An assistant, and maybe a cook as well, but it is incredibly difficult to find domestic staff these days. Ana actually told us how a couple she’s friendly with would be the exact people we would be looking for if they weren’t already employed by Sharon Benson. Of course we can cross our fingers, since that place is extremely unstable for a work environment, that if they decide to leave, they could come our way. It would make our life so much easier.” He reached on an upper shelf. “I swear this isn’t usually like this, but Isla has gotten into a habit of leaving her folders where mine should go.”

“You share an office?” German questioned while looking around.

“Yes.” Marco nodded.

“Surely you would be able to have two offices in this house.”

“Of course we would be able to,” Marco nodded while finally reaching for the right folder. “But why would we? This way we are able to talk and help each other out when necessary, and her presence makes everything better. Obviously, it does open up opportunities for getting distracted, if you know what I mean, but I would not be a smart man if I complained about that, especially when it comes to my wife.”

“Uhu,” German just nodded, before turning the conversation back to his staffing issues. “Latima left us at with no warning at all, so now I need to scramble for a replacement, while there are million other things.”

“I feel that,” Marco nodded, “It is always a hassle if you don’t have candidate in mind already. I am sorry that I’m very much not available myself.”

“That became clear,” German nodded, “Is she always that straight forward.”

“Isla?” Marco turned his head, “Yes. She has a fire. It’s one of the most beautiful and miraculous things about her.” He coughed slightly, before opening the folder. “Okay, my principal on new personnel, is that you should always go with people who don’t need to be replaced right away. I don’t really believe in interim people, unless it is absolutely urgent. I recall that your former CFO was quite old, so I recommend going with someone younger.”

“I was thinking I might contact Ylensis…” German looked at the folder.

“Oh no.” Marco shook his head. “You can’t have Micheal. He is amazing at what he does, but he is mine. And he wouldn’t dare to betray me. He owes me too much from our college days.”

***

“Hello ladies.”

“You got your business sorted.” Isla asked as Marco sat back down next to her after coming back to the living room with German.

“I think so.” He responded as he rested his hand on her hip. “You?”

“We did.” Isla nodded, briefly glancing at Ana.

“What business did you have?” German asked.

“A lot, trust me.” Isla piped up before Ana was able to open her mouth. “Like we were just talking about how amazing your daughter is. My nieces, for example, are huge fans of Violetta Castillo and her music.”

“Well,” German nodded, “She is very talented.”

“Her mother was an opera singer, right?” Marco asked.

“She was.” German nodded again.

“Must have been quite a clear career path for her.” Isla noted. “You must be proud. She went to that music school, right? We are quite friendly with the Vargases, and their son went there as well.”

“Yes, Leon went there as well.” German said, trying to hide the sour note in his voice.

“Leon Vargas is Violetta’s boyfriend.” Ana added.

“Well, that does make sense.”

“How has Nina adjusted to the new house? This is quite a different area from where you used to live.”

“I think she has adjusted fine.” Ana answered. “This is an extremely nice area. If I could have, we would have always lived here.”

“It is extremely nice,” Isla nodded, “Properties here have grown in value immensely in the last ten years and so has the demand. We were so lucky that we were able to secure a few investment properties from around here a while ago…and I am gonna stop now before we get too far back into work talk. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it here and Nina will most likely like it. The rink and everything are so close now.”

“She has been happy about that, because she loves to complain about being picked up.” Ana nodded, “Blake is a little far away now, but that was solved quite easily as well, so everything sorted themselves out.”

“Gastón was so happy when he could drive her.” Marco noted.

“Oh yes,” German decided to join back in the conversation. “How long has that boy had a driver’s license?”

“Little over six months now.” Marco responded. “He took the test a day after his birthday, and passed it on the first try too.”

“Not that we thought he wouldn’t have.” Isla added, “He is so smart, so driving isn’t something he couldn’t have handled.”

“Don’t you think that a 17 is a little young for a child to start driving on dangerous roads…”

“Not really.” Marco shook his head, “I got my license when I was 17. It was much more convenient that Gastón would be able to drive himself to school and everything as soon as it was possible.”

“I see.” German nodded. “I do have to note, I wasn’t aware of him before he showed up at my door.”

“We know that you didn’t know.” Isla answered apointently. “We don’t talk about him, on purpose.”

“We have always wanted him to grow up and have his own life.” Marco nodded, “He was four when we moved here and had no idea what future had in store for us. More he is out of the limelight while being a child, the better.”

“Honestly we think we should only come out with the truth after he is done with college and everything.” Isla squeezed his hand.

“Does he have any options yet?” Ana asked. “I don’t think Nina has said anything.”

“A few. He’s probably gonna pursue engineering of some sort.” Marco looked at Isla. “Taking after Tomas. School wise, there is nothing concrete yet. He is one of the tops at Blake, so most of the universities’ doors will be wide open to him, which is amazing honestly. It’s what we have always wanted for him.”

“We never got that choice ourselves,” Isla shook her head, “We went where we were able and we made that work. But Gastón, we are able to send him anywhere he wants to go. We kind of hope actually that he would get excited about going to Oxford. It would be far, but an amazing opportunity for him.”

“But we’ll see, there are a lot of conversations still to be had about this.” Marco brushed some hair off Isla’s shoulder. “It’s his decision at the end of the day, and we would never try to stop him from doing what he wants, no matter what we want for him.”

“I don’t know what kind of people would want to prevent or forbid their children from doing what they are truly passionate about.” Isla shook her head, while German shifted uncomfortably—not that anyone noticed. “There is something seriously wrong with people like that.”

“I agree.” German nodded slowly, “But sometimes the children don’t know what’s best for them.”

“He won’t be a child much longer,” Marco remarked, “We only have about five months or so.”

“So much has changed to remind us that he is growing up so fast. Now with college looming and—” Isla nodded, before looking at Ana. “—and a girlfriend. I still can’t believe that you knew, and didn’t tell me.”

“We hadn’t talked in years, when I found out that Nina was after Gastón, who was your son. I only realized it when I saw him.”

“Okay, that is fair.” Isla shook her head laughing. “But you at least knew, we had to gauge it out of Gastón, that he was seeing someone.”

“But was starting to be pretty obvious.” Marco added. “He started asking questions that he never would have wanted to know answers otherwise.”

“It was impossible to ignore the completely new light in his eyes.” Isla continued, while glancing at Marco, “got his eyes from his father, they can’t hide anything. It is clearly something special that they have. And just put it out there…we are paying for the wedding, if and when we go there someday.”

German started coughing. “Don’t you think it's a little too early to speak of things like that?”

“Obviously it would be years away.” Marco stated, before looking at Isla, “But we do have quite an optimistic view on true love.”

“They are children, we can’t really speak of love, can we?” German laughed awkwardly.

“Who knows,” Isla shrugged, “We don’t really think it depends on the age. Everyone is different.”

***

German rounded the curb with his car after a long day of work. He whistled slightly.

He was about to turn his blinker on so he could pull up on the house’s driveway, when he stopped.

He stopped because he saw a black Ferrari stop next to the house's curb side door. The driver’s side door opened and the boy who he now recognized as Gastón Perida, the Peridas’ son and…Nina’s boyfriend. The boy truly did look like his father, with the unmistakable charm and charisma. German watched him walk around the car to open the door opposite of the driver for Nina.

Hmmm… German backed his own car back slightly, so they couldn’t see him. He wasn’t doing anything wrong; Violetta didn’t have anything to worry about. Overprotectiveness and things, no way. He was just looking out for Ana’s daughter, because he cared about them both, and someone really should keep their eye on the children.

German rolled his window down slightly, so he was able to hear better.

“I don’t think Ms. Ìlko is going to stay at Blake for very long.” Nina’s voice said. “I mean, she is trying, but her methods just aren't really working. Or the material is just really hard.”

“Mix of both—” Gastón responded. German could identify the Cordoban accent on his voice now, a slighter version of the thicker version he had heard on only three people: Isla and Marco Perida, plus Tomas Perida. He should have known that soon as he first met the boy.

Well, at least he had a good background to him, with a respectable family. The boy was polite and effortlessly charming, but he was still a BOY.

“—but don’t worry. I can help you. I’ll be your private tutor.” German’s head perked up. He didn’t like the boy’s tone at all. It was way too smooth.

He better not try anything, oh not on his watch. German gripped his steering wheel.

“You do have this tendency of always offering help with my homework. Do you not notice that?” To German’s horror, Nina's voice was giggly. “You were doing that all the time last year.”

“Because I was too afraid to ask you out.” Gastón responded, his voice sounding way too smug. German saw him take a step closer. “Got there at the end though.”

This was starting to look way too dangerous.

“I guess we did.” Nina smiled at him as his hand brushed some hair of her shoulder—

“You better keep your hands to yourself, boy.” German muttered.

Too late. To German’s horror, the hand started moving down her arm until he gripped her from the waist.

How did he dare to do that? Especially on the sidewalk, in front of her home, German’s house!! This was his house, his property.

And if it couldn’t get any worse, German had to watch in growing horror, how Gastón pulled Nina closer and pressed his lips onto hers.

How did that boy have the nerve?

This was dangerous. He was an upperclassman, who clearly had no sense of what was appropriate. 17-year-old girl couldn’t defend herself. She wasn’t even fighting back, completely engulfed in his charms.

You would think that people like the Perida couple, who were effortlessly glamorous and elegant, had taught their child some manners—self-control. If German had had a son, he would have made sure he would have been brought up as a gentleman, instead of a charming hot shot, who knew no bounds apparently.

How could respectable people like Isla and Marco Perida raise their son to have so little self-control and respect? That boy was completely lacking in any sort of boundaries.

And it wasn’t a giant mystery of where he had picked up this behavior…if you listened to the rumors or read gossip magazines, like Jade had loved to do.

The Perida couple had had their skyrocketing launch to their success after entering the scene out of nowhere over ten years ago. They were elegant, charming and charismatic, which had gotten them far. But under the surface, there were a lot of murmurs of their candid behavior which often bordered on being inappropriate to the public settings.

So called electric chemistry which was left unchecked and hands lingering little too long in the wrong places…which went way beyond appropriate level of affection between a married couple.

German had witnessed this behavior a few times himself, which just spoke miles about their more common beginnings.

“We could just go to mine… Mom and Dad just left this morning.” German’s eyes darted back into the children. Hell no. Not only after his totally boundary disrespecting behavior, but the boy was also pushing even more now. He seriously was trying to coax Nina to come to his house, with no supervision. Apparently the Peridas actually felt comfortable with leaving him here to do what he wanted. How many times had Nina been there like that? Did Ana know that that was happening?

How irresponsible were they?

If that boy truly imagined he could just have his way with her…

No no no no. German shook his head. Over his dead body.

“We can’t. We need to change and get to Roller—” Nina responded. German relaxed slightly, good, she had some respect for herself, like a smart girl she was. She had other plans, and was firm in them, not letting this boy distract her.

“—you’ll be late for practice. Juliana will kill you.”

German stiffed again. They were going to that Roller place, together…after this display?

“I guess we can’t take that risk.” Gastón laughed, while tugging Nina closer again. “No matter how much I’d want to.”

If that boy kept his hand on her a little longer, German wasn’t sure if he could just sit idly by anymore.

“I’ll see you at Roller.” Nina responded, “I promised that I’d meet up with Luna before.”

“Okay.” Gastón nodded, before kissing her cheek. “See you there.”

Then he got back to his car and drove off, while Nina walked inside.

“We’ll see about that.” German mumbled to himself as he finally drove into the driveway.

***

“So, if we try that with the guitar and then add the Piano…” Violetta was saying to Francesca. “Hey Nina.”

“Hey.” Nina had walked past them while going through something in her bag.

“Where are you going?”

“To Jam&Roller,” Nina explained, “It's the place where our team trains at.”

“I still haven’t quite figured it out.” Violetta continued, “You don’t skate, but are still on the team?”

“Well, I guess I am not on the team exactly, but we all just support each other. Roller is a nice place to spend time at and…it’s very important to me. I met my friends and Gastón there and everything.” Nina explained. “I often watch the practices and stuff, to see if they need help on this and everything.”

“I would love to see roller skating someday.” Francesca piped up.

“They are taking part in a competition soon.” Nina said, “You could come and watch.”

“We could yeah.” Vilu nodded.

“Anyway, I need to get going. I promised to meet Luna before their practice starts.”

Violetta and Francesca walked down the stairs behind Nina, because they needed the piano.

“Evening ladies.” German walked out of his office at that moment. He gave Violetta and Francesca a nod as she sat next to the piano, “Camila.”

Vilu and Fran just shared an amused look. German would never learn her name apparently.

Nina looked at German a little weirded out, before glancing at Francesca, but then she just shook her head and started heading toward the door.

“Wow, wow, wow. Wait a moment.” German interjected before she was able to press the door handle. “Where are you going?”

“To Roller.” Nina responded and tried to open the door again, but German leaned against it, pretending to be casual.

“Roller you say… What was Roller again?” German started asking.

“Jam and Roller.” Nina stated, “It’s a freestyle skating rink. My friends are on the team there.”

“So, why are you going there?” German kept asking.

“To watch them train. I’m gonna be late soon.”

“Well, maybe they’ll survive without you for one—”

“Dad.” Violetta had gotten up, and was pulling German by the arm. “Fran and I need you to…accompany us while we… Sing scales!”

Vilu forcefully pulled German off the door and started dragging him toward the piano. “Have fun Nina!!”

“Bye!” Nina looked at the scene a little confused, before finally opening the door and stepping outside.

“DAD!!” Violetta crossed her arms as soon as the door clicked shut. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” German protested as he looked at the door helplessly.

“Come on…” Vilu shook her head, “I know you Dad. You promised you wouldn’t do this.”

“You don’t understand.”

“Understand what?” Violetta shook her head, “She went to Roller, where she spends her time. What is so wrong with that?”

“It’s not just her friends.” German grunted. “It’s just a ploy to see that boy.”

“Boy? You mean her boyfriend.” Violetta still was looking skeptical. “Of course she is seeing him as well, since he is on the team there.”

“He is trouble.”

“How?”

“I saw him. He had the NERVE to kiss her—in front of the house.”

“And…?” Vilu looked at Francesca amused. “Dad, seriously, you don’t have the right to disapprove. Plus, Gastón is really cool. I thought you would approve; he is the son of one of the prominent millionaire families here. Don’t you know his parents? You had dinner with them.”

“I do, but those two clearly have not taught their son any manners, and he has picked up on their own evident lack of boundaries in social settings.”

“Heaven forbid married people love each other. Okay… I think we're done with his conversation now.” Violetta shook her head, put her hands on German’s shoulders and forced him to sit down on the piano stool. “So, less talking and more playing.”

“But…”

“Play the scales Dad.”

“Okay,” German relented and opened the piano. “Do, Re, Mi, Fa, So, La, Ti, Do. There, your voices must be warmed up now … I think I heard Olga say that we were out of milk. Olga!” German mock called. “She won’t hear me, but I think I could get that milk for her. Love you Vilu. See you, Camila.”

After German had dashed out of the door, Violetta sighed as she sat down on the piano stool. “I can’t believe this.”

“Your dad is going wild.” Francesca remarked.

“He is going to blow this.” Vilu lamented. “He is behaving exactly the same way as he did with me and… Tomas, Diego and Leon. I don’t know what’s wrong with him.”

“He does have a tendency to do crazy things.” Fran placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Nina’s not even his daughter, but he is viewing her as a little girl ‘who can’t defend herself’ from a guy who she knew before him, again. Next thing I know he’s gonna pretend to be a pianist again…”

Vilu’s voice trailed off… “He went to follow her, didn't he?”

“You tell me.”

“He absolutely did.” Violetta jumped to the standing position. “How didn’t I realize?” She grabbed Francesca’s hand, “We need to stop him.”

“We?”

“Yes, we.”

“Okay, fine… As long as I don’t need to wear a wig again.”

{}

Did I only write this for the scene where Gastón's parents half unintentionally roast German, because they don't like him. I also out German into *Good Husband School* for a minute through exposure theraphy, because he needs it. German also had a tad bit elitist attitude, not as extreme as Sharon, but still a slight edge on expectng that people from 'common' background donät know how to act in certain situation an lect 'self control'. German Castillo puled German Castillo on his stepdaughter. Again, I am not sure if this will be continued, I did leave a bit of hook in the end there, so it can be continued... I mean, check back with me in 10 months. Who knows.

#soy luna #violetta #soy luna fanfiction #Violetta fanfiction #Gastina

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Title:Kill or be killed!

(A piece from Danganronpa:Crimson Lies prologue, A Cage of Luxury.)

Everyone was gathered in the main dining room. Violetta, the teacher, was counting to make sure everyone was here.

Violetta:11...12!

Violetta:Good! It looks like everyone is here.

Violetta:It is now time to meet the headmaster of your school trip!

A man wearing black and white came into the dining room. His hair was also black and white, and he had red eyes.

???:Hello, students. It pleases me to see that you made it here safely.

Akuma:My name is Akuma, and I'll be the headmaster during your school trip and you've been brought here for a special reason.

Eugene raised his hand.

Akuma:Yes?

Eugene Lattimore:Excuse me, but aren't we here for a field trip? What other reason could we possibly be here for?

Akuma seemed a little excited about Eugene's question.

Akuma:Why yes, you are here for a field trip but I've also planned something very special for you all.

Eiko spoke up next.

Eiko Kiyoshi:What is it?

Akuma:A game of kill or be killed! Hahaha!

Everyone fell silent and looked at Akuma with confused glances on our faces.

I finally broke the silence after a few minutes.

Shujin Ishikawa(puzzled):Um, sir, what exactly do you mean by kill or be killed?

Akuma looked at me with a big smile on his face.

Akuma:It's quite simple. You've all been placed into the mansion, and you have to kill each other.

Izumi Hachiro:Do you expect us to figure it out for ourselves? Are you actually going to explain it to us?!

Izumi had an angry look on her face.

Akuma:I just did, you have to kill someone in order to escape the mansion.

Gina Fumiko:Hold on, escape? We're not trapped here! We came here of our own accord!

Amaya Midori:She's right! We can just leave whenever we want? Right?

Akuma laughed at all of us.

Akuma:Hahaha! No! You're all trapped here until someone kills another person.

Yuma Niko:You're telling us to kill, but who?

Akuma:Your classmates! What kind of morons did I get stuck with?!

Akira Kagami:Kill one of our classmates?!

Riku Ryu:You can't be serious...

Sayuri Haru:Do you really think that we'd do something that inhumane?!

Kazuo Matsuzaki:Yeah! We're not going to kill each other!

Akuma:Oh...plan on playing hard, hmm?

Akuma laughed to himself.

Akuma:I see how it is, I'm sure I'll get you all to crack under the pressure, eventually.

Izumi Hachiro:I assume that you have some rules so that all of your contestants don't die within a day.

Akuma:Oh yes, the rules. They're quite simple. Just kill someone and make sure that you get away with it and no discarding the body. Otherwise, it'll be hard to tell who's been killed and who hasn't.

Akuma:Have fun!

Akuma left us all very confused. We all stood around in silence. No one knew what to say or what he meant by any of that. Finally, Violetta spoke up.

Violetta:Perhaps I should attempt to explain to you all what's going on.

We all looked at her and waited for her to answer.

Violetta:The basic jist of it is that you've been locked into this mansion by the mastermind, who is responsible for bringing you here.

Violetta:You have all the basic living necessities such as clean water, food, and even clean clothes.

Shujin Ishikawa:How long does this Mastermind expect us to stay here, exactly?

Violetta:Well...for the rest of your life. The only way out of this prison is to kill someone and not get caught for doing the murder.

Everyone(except for Violetta):For life?!

Violetta:Yes... now, after someone is killed and three people discover a body, an investigation will begin where you all will search the scene of the crime. Once that investigation is over, everyone will participate in a class trial.

Shiro Kazuma:A trial you say...

Violetta:Yep... the class trial is where you'll discuss the crime and figure out who's responsible for the murder. When you've reached a verdict, then the voting will begin. If you vote for the right person, then they will receive punishment.

Shujin Ishikawa:What happens if we vote for the wrong person?

Violetta:Then everyone besides the killer will be punished and the killer gets to leave the school.

Shujin Ishikawa:What's the punishment....?

Violetta:Uh....well...execution.

Everyone(except for Violetta):What?!

Violetta:I know it's a lot to take in, so please take the time to rest up and reflect on the information given to you.

With that, Violetta left, and everyone slowly went back to their rooms. I plopped down on my bed and screamed into my pillow.

Shujin Ishikawa(muffled):Aaaaaaah!

My screams turned to murmurs as my voice began dying out, and tears began running down my face.

Why? Why do we have to do this? Why do I have to do this?!

Shujin Ishikawa(sniffling):This...this isn't fair!

I laid down in my bed and shoved my face into my pillow. Maybe, if I just try to relax...then I could...process everything...

Yeah... just relax, Shujin... just...

*yawns.*

I eventually fell asleep on my bed.

Write a piece about a life-or-death game where the rules are poorly defined

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing #creative writing #writerscommunity #oringinal character #danganronpa fangan #danganronpa oc

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gaybarbiegirl · 3 years ago

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35, 53 and 57 please <3

35. A ship you like just fine for what it is and wouldn't change a thing about

If non canon ships count here, then Franletta. I really love their whole 'best friends who crush on each other without noticing' dynamic, and there's really something so unique about shipping something that isn't canon without wishing it was, like it's such a weird but nice feeling.

Now if we're talking only about canon ships, then I don't think there are any ships I'd change absolutely nothing about, but the one I'd change the least is Marcesca. I really like their relationship for what it is, it was really what Fran deserved after everything that went down with Tomás, and they were very sweet together. The only thing I'd change about them is that I wouldn't make them get back together at the end of s2 only to break up again in s3, it was pretty pointless to me, and their original break up was better written.

53. A couple you thought would be endgame but wasn't

Honestly, Tomletta. Back when I first watched the show as a kid I was sure they were gonna end up together because I mean, they had the meet cute, Tomás fit the hardworking good guy archetype, and with everything going on with Fran and Ludmi, so much of s1 was centered around the concept of dating Tomás, you know? And I was never happy about this, but I tried to make my peace with it back then, thinking like 'well yeah Vilu is gonna end up with the boring annoying guy, but at least she made some really good friends at the studio, and with Tomás out of the way Fran can date someone else'. But then in the last episode he said he was going to Spain and I was like 'wait for real this time????', and then disney announced the actor left and half of the girls in my class freaked out and quit watching the show, and yeah, it was an experience. I was very confused but also very happy because you know, no more Tomás, and honestly the fact that he left was such a blessing, like I don't wanna imagine what the Violetta fandom would be like if Tomletta was endgame.

57. Worst friendship

This one is kinda tough because I really like all of the genuine friendships in this show, so that leaves us with the non genuine friendships, aka Gery and León plus Clemont and Violetta. I don't think I have to explain this one too much, Gery and Clemont only befriended León and Violetta to break them apart and win them over, and they constantly manipulated them throughout their friendship. I don't understand why they were still a part of the main friendgroup in the end.

Thank you so much for the asks!!

#asks #violetta

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marciego · 3 years ago

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48 sounds interesting 👀

48. You're banned from the kitchen!

"You're sure she's not coming?"

Leòn sighs loudly, accentuing the sound to really convey his annoyance. "I trust Francesca," he ends up saying, they have a lot of work to do, and arguing with his supposed partner won't help them get anything done.

"Well, I don't," Ludmila crosses her arms, leaning her hip against the counter. "We should have asked Federico to distract her."

"Ludmila, we already talked about that," Leòn says, already feeling the headache coming. "Federico is decorating the house with Andrés."

"And who decided to put us on the same team?"

"I said I could take care of the decoration with Andrés," Leòn closes his eyes, can't believe he's having this conversation again. "And you said you didn't trust our taste!"

"It's because you two have awful taste," Ludmila answers with all the confidence in the world. "I still don't want to do this."

"Then just go to the living room with Federico and send me Andrés," Leòn gives up, pouring flour into a bowl. "We can cook together."

"Not a chance," she says, shattering Leòn's dreams of peace. "Andrés would eat the cake before it's even in the oven."

Leòn snorts, he can't exactly say she's wrong. "Then stop complaining and help me," he suggests. "Francesca won't be holding her back all day."

Ludmila adjusts the apron around her waist, finally cooperating. "I should have been the one keeping Violetta busy," she says, taking the bowl away from Leòn's hands. "I'm a better liar than Francesca."

Leòn holds back a sigh, puts his palms on the counter and closes his eyes, fighting back the urge to leave the kitchen. For Violetta, he thinks. "I thought Federico should have done it," he says, gathering some of the other ingredients.

"Doesn't matter," she's not even looking at him, focused on the bowl between her hands. Leòn frowns, that was supposed to be his bowl. "We're both better liars than Francesca."

He only hums noncommittally, analyzing the eggs and the chocolate he's holding in his hands. The recipe is to do it with love, Olga had said when he asked her how to bake Violetta's favorite cake. The answer was pleasant to hear, but not exactly what they needed at the time. He throws Ludmila a tentative look and sees her pouring even more flour in the bowl.

"Do you know how to bake?" he asks, but he has a pretty clear idea of the answer.

"Please Leòn," she snickers, confidently putting the bowl down. Leòn doesn't quite like how that sentence is beginning to sound like. "How hard can it be?"

"Pretty hard if we both don't know the recipe, I guess."

"We don't need a recipe," she snatches the eggs from Leòn's hands, "we just have to put everything in this bowl and then put it in the oven. A child could do it."

"Give me that," Leòn frowns, reaching for the eggs. "We have to know in what order to put them."

"It doesn't matter, it'll all mix up in the end," Ludmila answers, expertly putting the eggs out of his reach.

"Yes it does," Leòn presses, putting most of his weight on the counter to try to grab Ludmila's hand. "Why do you think recipes exist?"

"Leave me alone," she complains, trying to avoid his hands as much she can. She struggles, stepping aside on her tip toes to get away from him. "I know how to do this!"

"You definitely don't," he says, looking at Ludmila's hands, he fears he won't be able to stop whatever mess is going to happen next. "Ludmila, this is not gonna end well," he warns her, trying his best not to make a mess on the counter.

"Are you threatening me?!" she turns towards him, one of the eggs coming dangerously close to falling from her hands.

"No, I- Ludmila!" he calls out, trying, and failing, to catch the bowl of flour Ludmila sent flying when she turned towards him. He dives towards the floor, Ludmila's screech hurting his ears, and inevitably watches the flour spreads all over the floor. He opens his mouth to blame her, looks up from his spot on the ground, and sees the exact moment the eggs slip out from Ludmila's hand, one of them breaking at Ludmila's feet, the other hitting his head first.

Ludmila screams again, louder this time, and Leòn closes his eyes, trying to ignore the sticky fluid running through his hair, down his face.

"Ludmila?!" Federico's voice asks from the living room. Leòn hears footsteps coming closer, until he finally opens his eyes again and sees Federico entering the kitchen, Andrés in tow. "Is everything alright?" he asks in a hurry, only catching sight of Leòn on the floor after asking this. "Oh," he breathes out, starting to understand the situation.

"Leòn put flour and eggs on my legs!" Ludmila cries out, dramatically running in Federico's arms. He instinctively wraps his arms around her as Leòn gets up from the ground, rolling his eyes.

"I have eggs in my hair," he tries to argue. "And you-"

"What is happening here?" Olga's voice echoes from her apartments. Everyone in the room freezes, waiting for her to arrive and see the mess they made. They know they have no way out of this one. Olga enters the room and her smile immediately wavers. She looks at the ground, then at Leòn's hair. "What did you two do?" she says looking at him and Ludmila. "I left you alone for ten minutes!"

"This is Francesca's fault!" Ludmila says, earning her confused looks from Andrés and Federico, and a sigh from Leòn. "If she let me distract Violetta, I wouldn't have had to team up with Leòn and none of this would have happened! He's an awful partner," she adds, crossing her arms.

"You put eggs in my hair," he reminds her, but before she can answer, Olga speaks up again.

"That's it, I've had enough!" she declares. "You're banned from the kitchen, all four of you! Ludmila, you decorate the house with Andrés from now on, Leòn," she looks at him, sighs at the mess on his head, now staining his dress shirt too, "just...go take a shower. Federico, you give him new clothes, I'll clean up this mess."

"But the cake-" Federico tries.

"I take care of that, now go! Leòn is dripping on the floor."

Without discussing anymore, they all go their separate ways, Ludmila and Andrés picking up the decorations in the living room while Federico and Leòn go up the stairs.

"You know," Federico says after a while. He's walking behind Leòn so he can't see his face, but he hears the smile in his voice. "Maybe eggs are good for haircare, that might-"

"I don't want to hear it," Leòn cuts him off, still slightly annoyed. Federico's laughter ringing in his ears. Planning this birthday surprise for Violetta turned out more eventful than he expected.

#only like 5 drabbles left now #it might take between 5h and 11 months!#loved writing this one they are THE comedy duo

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iridescentis · 4 months ago

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VIOLETTA EPISODE 10

lowkey forgot what has happened so far but im jamming to this intro lfg 💪💪💪

fuckin tomás fuuuuck offf man

violetta is cutiepie <3

ANGIEEEEEE MY WIFEEEEEEE

it isn't dcla without gaslighting good lord 🤦

maxi <3

germán when i catch you istg

not the damn MONTAGE girl get up

they are so weird but so cute wtf

BOY BREAKING INTO A HOUSE WON'T CLEAR YOUR NAME

THE LESBIANS ARE BACK 👏👏👏👏👏

ludmila and león are so theatre kid

WHAT IN THE FUCK was that editing or did bro really come into class and they all break into dance instantly that was horrifying

it feels like an affront to god to stare at tomás girls please

HELP OH MY GOD??? "Have you lost your mind?" I feel like I just got called out somehow??? that felt like a fourth wall break for me what the fuck man 😭

pablooooooo 🥰

angieeeeeee 💘💝💖💗💓💞

im not sure how i feel about the adults being like yooooouuuuu like himmmm like fuck off man stay in your lane

yeah beto is still high i firmly believe that

MY LESBIANS <3333 WAIT NO NATY MY GIRL 😭

bro this song is shitttttt quit foreverrrr jump of a clifffff i mean whaaat

lmao there difference in audio quality pleaseee its still shit

ludmila queen of bullshitting my loveee

i know that was toxic af but lowkey idc that was so gay they are so cute wtf

angie <3

ohhh don't you fucking dare try to give my wife chemistry with HIM you can fuck right off with that

HELP MEEEEEE "Ramallo, ¿qué significa esto?" THAT LINE DELIVERY IS GOING TO ME STUCK IN MY HEAD FOREVER I'M WHEEZING jade is iconic oh my god

noooo i hate that this is cute 😭okay nevermind it was cute until they stared at each other all weird we don't need to be doing this

okay hate tomás but violetta is so cute when she's flirting i want to squish her awh <3

instead of this passive aggressive "i know you know you know i know" weird ass conversation i think you two should kiss perhaps. maybe

HELP THE 'AMIGA' IN CALLIGRAPHY ON THE SCREEN RIGHT AFTER I SAID THAT damn this show really said fuck them gays huh

if they're rich why is the house so damn thin

jade is kinda real for that

ludmila is definitely evil but she's a fucking genius likeeee how did you think of that "face the wind" GIRL

WELL THAT WAS CERTAINLY AN EPISODE. WOW. OKAY. we're back 😎

#violetta

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Australia

Warnings: 18+readersonly, mentions of sex

Penny waited anxiously for Elizabeth to tell her what the plan was. But so far, all the girl had done while they were in the Quinjet was blast Lil Nas X at full volume and type away on her computer on Wattpad.

She had talked to Penny about everything but the mission. How on Wattpad, she liked to write fanfictions and normal stories.

Penny wanted to ask what was going to happen on the mission. She wasn't sure how she felt about seeing Blonsky. Especially about arresting him. And also, why would Elizabeth only want the two of them to go? Why not bring the entire Ohio team? Why not bring Bruce?

"Why are you bothered?" Elizabeth asked suddenly, looking up from her computer. Penny could just barely catch the image of a brown haired anime girl on the screen with the title on the cover called 'New Beginnings'.

"This. . . mission." Penny asked uncertainly. "Why do you want it to be just the two of us? What's the plan when we get there?"

Elizabeth tapped at her computer, shutting it down and packing it away, before turning fully to Penny. "You don't want him to be arrested, do you?"

Penny hesitated and then said, "I swear it's not Stockholm syndrome."

"So explain it to me, let me see your side." Elizabeth said, propping her black combat boots up on the table, crossing her arms over her chest and waited. She gave Penny her full undivided attention. Penny had never quite seen Elizabeth so attentive.

Penny sighed, finally sitting down on the bench. She looked at her pale fingernails as she spoke. "I don't know. I know it's not Stockholm syndrome because I don't love him. I would never want to be with him." She paused, wishing she could get her words our properly.

"I know. . . I know he was doing the wrong thing of course, I'm not denying that. He kidnapped plenty of girls and made them into sex slaves. And I was one of them." Penny scratched her knee. "But the thing is, afterwards. . . he let the girls that didn't want to go with him go. So that means. . . that means the ones that are there with him now want to be there with him. And they're living in fear of us. They're living in fear that we're going to come and take away their. . . well their master. The person caring for them, providing for them. I don't. . . I don't know."

"Okay." Elizabeth said simply. "So we don't arrest him."

Penny gaped at her, "But it's our job!"

Elizabeth smiled a little. "I have a lot of tricks up my sleeve Penny. You'll see."

Yes.

That was what Penny was afraid of.

⚛️🦏 𝓉丨мＥ 𝐒ķ𝓲𝐩 🉑🐪

Elizabeth's genius plan was that she wanted to walk up to the new mansion Blonsky had set up in a part of Australia that was heavily forested. Who knew Australia had forests? Not Penny. She had thought it was complete dessert.

They had, of course, seen the picture of the house from drone shots, which was how Blonsky was found in the first place. He had been off the radar for almost an entire year though, so he clearly knew how to stay hidden. It was simply bad luck. One chance trip into town. Penny was honestly surprised that S.H.I.E.L.D. had still been so diligent about going after him.

But, she supposed, when your dad was the head of S.H.I.E.L.D. and you were the one taken, yeah, perhaps they would always be on the lookout for her captor.

But she was deciding to completely trust Elizabeth. Whatever the ice girl wanted to do, she wanted to help move along.

So here the two of them were. Penny was wearing her catsuit and she was starting to sweat. It wasn't particularly warm in Australia at the moment, only about sixty-ish degrees. But compared to New York's below zero winter weather, it felt like the middle of summer.

Elizabeth on the other hand, was wearing a simple T-shirt and a pair of black shorts. She'd pulled her brown hair into a ponytail. She had her trident across her back and shuriken's in her belt. Penny had a bunch of guns and knives.

Elizabeth rang the doorbell and waited, bouncing on the balls of her feet. It didn't take long for Blonsky to open the door and he did a double take when he saw the two of them. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion, "What are you two doing here?"

"Um, arresting you?" Elizabeth offered helpfully. "Or we could arrest you. Or, you could let us in and we could come up with a deal."

Blonsky looked half like he was going to slam the door in her face, half looking like he was going to pull some weapon out. "And why in the world would I let you two in my house? You'll distract me and the rest of the Avengers will come descending down on me."

"We're alone." Elizabeth shrugged. "I made sure the two of us were the only ones coming on this mission. I think you'll even like the deal."

Blonsky hesitated and Penny felt even more confused than before. A deal? What deal? Why hadn't Elizabeth confided any of this into her?

"Fine." Blonsky snapped. "I'll feel more comfortable if you leave your weapons in the front hallway however."

"Just make sure none of your guards try picking up my trident." Elizabeth said, taking her weapon off her back and setting it on the table. "They'll freeze."

Blonsky narrowed his eyes again, "One of my agents brought your trident in last time."

"He was also wearing gloves." Elizabeth said. "And even that is limited protection if he held it for a long amount of time. If you'd like to test it out however, be my guest."

Blonsky gritted his teeth and then led the way into another room. It was a fancy office, filled with expensive pieces.

"If you want the vibranium, it's all gone." Blonsky said, sitting down behind his desk. Penny could hear the faint moans of girls throughout the house. It brought back memories and she discreetly rubbed her thighs together.

"I'm not here for that. You can take it up with T'Challa if you two ever see each other." Elizabeth waved that away. "I'm here because Penny doesn't want to turn you into S.H.I.E.L.D, and also because I think you can do something for me."

Blonsky crossed his arms over his chest. "You don't want to turn me in, huh? Why?"

"Because you're taking care of the girls here. And they need you." Penny answered firmly. Totally wasn't because she still had fantasies of hanging from his ceiling. She really wished her soulmates would do it. She'd dropped hints and flat out told them, but none of them seemed to want to do it anyways. Which was fine, of course, but she was needy for it.

"So here's my proposition." Elizabeth said. "I'll return to the Avengers and tell them you're dead, hiding all traces of you from the Australia records, if you let me undergo the bondage here for a week."

The room was silent for a long time, only broken by the sounds of girls screaming through their orgasms.

"I think you need to repeat yourself." Blonsky said, leaning forward in his chair a little bit.

Elizabeth huffed. "I want to undergo the bondage here."

Blonsky snorted, "What? All those men in that tower can't give you enough? Damn the headlines really were right about you, weren't they."

Elizabeth scowled, "For you're information, they satisfy me more than enough on almost every front. But. . ." Elizabeth's face turned wistful. "None of them do the bondage that you do here. They'll do some here or there, but they're so afraid of hurting us. . . I need to feel this at least once. And you don't care about hurting me and you're good at what you do."

Blonsky looked over at Penny who was still reeling from what Elizabeth was saying.

So this was why Elizabeth had chosen Penny. Because of any of the other Avengers, not a single one of them would have let Elizabeth do this. Not even Wanda who was the most submissive after Elizabeth and Penny. And definitely none of the men would have let her do this.

In fact, if any of the men found out what happened on this mission, Elizabeth would never be able to sit down again without wincing. They would bruise her ass so quickly. Not to mention, her father would probably never send the two of them on a mission ever again. She would also completely disappoint her father, her soulmates, and probably piss of Bruce.

But. . .

"What about you Ms Fury?" Blonsky drawled. "I know you're a little reactive thing. Always so wet on the scenes we did. Are you in?"

Penny thought about it, looking between the two of them.

Her heart was thumping in her chest. This was different than the team. There was no love here. If she actually gave into this. . . wasn't this actually cheating? Not just on her soulmates, but the people that she loved?

"Elizabeth have you actually thought about this?" Penny asked, wincing a little. "I mean, this is cheating on them. All of them. Steve, Bucky, Elijah, Tony, Pietro."

"Look, I'm just being tied up." Elizabeth sighed, sounding almost tired. "He's not fucking me, I'm not sucking him off."

Penny hesitated and then said, "Only four days."

"Deal." Elizabeth said.

"Deal." Blonsky chuckled. "When do you want to start?"

Elizabeth's eyes glinted, "How about now?"

#braveclementineworks #braveclementinenovels #novel #18+readersonly #Penelope Fury #xOC #Undercover Sex Slave #Elizabeth Nelson #Emil Blonsky

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braveclementine · 5 months ago

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Night Love

Warnings: 18+readersonly, fem x fem smut, nudity, slight mentions of touching, mostly obscure references

Trang decided to skip out on the orgy tonight. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy them, she just didn't want to participate in this one. And she also knew that quite a few of the others were skipping out as well. Elijah and Ghaida had already headed off and the super soldiers had left with Elizabeth. Even Penny had skipped out, running off with Violetta.

Trang sighed, finding a quiet spot in the garden to sit down and open the letter that Jay had sent to her. Jay was her soulmate, but they rarely saw each other. He was in the Vietnamese army, and sometimes they went months without even communicating.

He didn't quite know who she was fraternizing with outside of him, but he did say he didn't mind because he knew that someone else had to take care of her needs. She had said that it was someone that Elijah trusted, and Jay trusted Elijah so everything was settled.

Compared to the others, Jay didn't have any superhero powers. He was just kind and quiet.

Trang, Tôi nhớ bạn mỗi ngày. Việc đào tạo ở đây thực sự không quá tệ. Chúng ta vừa mới trở về sau cuộc nhập thất dài ngày, nên tôi có chút thời gian để viết thư cho bạn. Tất nhiên, chúng tôi sẽ quay trở lại lĩnh vực này sau. Tôi thực sự không nên diễn đạt điều này trong trường hợp nó rơi vào tay kẻ xấu, nhưng chúng ta sẽ xâm lược Campuchia.Tôi đang nghĩ rằng tôi sẽ có thể sớm quay lại các tiểu bang, có lẽ là vào năm tới. Tôi không thể chờ đợi để nhìn thấy bạn. Và sau đó có lẽ bạn có thể giới thiệu tôi với bạn bè của bạn? Tôi nhớ bạn. Yêu và quý, Jay

[Trang, I miss you every day. The training here hasn't been too bad actually. We've just gotten back from our long retreat, so I have some time to write to you. Of course, we're going back out into the field later. I shouldn't really be putting this into words in case it fell into the wrong hands, but we're going to be invading Cambodia. I'm thinking that I'll be able to get back to the states soon, perhaps as of next year. I cannot wait to see you. And then perhaps you can introduce me to your friends? I miss you. Love, Jay]

Trang smiled a little, folding up the letter and then sliding it into a necklace that she had created in the lab. It would take notes and twist them small enough to fit inside. But if she wanted them back, she just told it to give her one of the notes- depending on the date- and it would spit the note back into her hand.

"Hey." Tony's voice came from behind her.

Trang glanced over her shoulder slightly. "Hey."

"Didn't feel like an orgy?" Tony asked, sitting down next to her, leaning on his knees so that he could tilt his head to see her face.

She looked over at him, "I'm guessing you didn't either?"

Tony hesitated and then said, "I've missed you Trang. A lot, actually. I know we've been fighting and I know Riri hasn't helped the situation, but I miss you. And not even just your body. I miss our intellectual conversations and I miss when you help me with my projects. I- I can't fix everything. I can't kick Riri out-"

"I know." Trang interrupted quickly because if he said the name 'Riri' one more time she was going to blow a fuse. And one of jealousy. She'd always loved when he said her name. "I miss you too."

Trang missed Tony more than she missed Jay. Because to be quite frank, her and Jay barely saw each other and barely talked. They were more acquaintances than soulmates. And she could say that she loved Jay, but it was in the sense that it was because she was supposed to. Because they were soulmates they had to love each other.

But Tony-

"Will you come and be with me tonight?" Tony asked, holding out a hand. "Stephen's staying in the library tonight and I really want to be with you. And then tomorrow we can go to the lab and work?"

Trang slid her hand into Tony's and then said, "Tony I- I have something I need to tell you. Because I can't keep it inside anymore." Trang looked up at him, her brown eyes meeting his brown eyes. "The reason I fight with Riri so much. . . it doesn't have much to do with Iron Heart or Iron Woman or who made whose suit first. It's because I got jealous. Because I love you."

Tony was silent for a long time and Trang quickly stood up to go to her room. Her heart was beating quickly in her chest. And the Tony caught her wrist quickly, spinning her back to him. Her lips crashed to his as he kissed her.

Trang melted into the kiss, relishing in every feeling and emotion at the moment. Tony slowly pulled apart. "I have never, ever felt any sort of way towards Riri that I feel towards you Trang. I love you too."

🚘🫴 𝔭𝑜𝔳 𝓬𝕙ａή𝐆𝐄 🤨🐳

Penny admired Violetta's room, which was tastefully decorated in dark reds and velvet blues with hints of lilac purple.

Like all of the beds in the palace, it could definitely fit around five to six people. The spread was a lilac purple with white sheets.

"The rooms are magical." Violetta explained, going over to a small panel on the wall, "Come here."

Penny joined Violetta and let the girl put her hand against the wall. Immediately, the walls shimmered into a pale, almost white gold colour with rose pink accents. Even the furniture changed colours in a matching pink and white ombre set.

"Interesting." Vi smiled, lowering Penny's hand from it, before turning, and kissing her palm. Her eyes twinkled with mischief and she said, "Let's undress."

Penny felt the excited nervousness in her stomach as she nodded.

"Help me with my dress?" Violetta asked seductively, turning around, lifting her hair.

Penny stepped forward, unzipping the dress, before sliding the sleeves gently down her arms, helping her out of the dress. Vi smirked as Penny flushed, seeing that the girl wore nothing underneath the dress.

"Turn around." Vi whispered across her skin. Penny turned quickly, also sweeping her long hair out of the way. She could feel Violetta's fingers dancing across her skin as she unzipped the back of the dress slowly, kissing down her spine softly, until the zipper stopped. Then she slid the shoulders off of Penny, letting the dress fall to the ground.

Penny closed her eyes, standing there for a moment as Vi continued to move her hands gently across her skin, her fingertips moving like smooth silk. She felt Violetta's lips add to it, kissing her shoulders gently.

"You're beautiful Penelope." Violetta whispered and then murmured, "Assolutamente mozzafiato" [Absolutely breathtaking]

Penny turned in her arms, pressing her lips to Violetta's, letting the Italian girl cup her face gently and kiss her back.

There was a sense of peace between the two of them, a sense of calm that Penny had never had in the bedroom before. Violetta seemed content to simply explore her skin, one inch at a time, and Penny fed off of that.

Violetta turned off the lights, letting the night sky illuminate the room through the large window at the end of the room. Violetta's skin seemed to glow in the light and Penny let her lead her to the bed by her hand.

"Can I love you tonight?" Violetta murmured, hovering over Penny, straddling her hips. She ran her hands up Penny's stomach, smoothing over her breasts, thumbing her nipples softly. It felt like velvet, like silk, like satin. Soft and smooth and satisfying.

"Mi piacerebbe che" Penny whispered, leaning up to kiss her shoulder. [I would love that]

"Ooh," Violetta teased, bending down and hovering over Penny's lips, "an Italian, how sexy."

The two girls giggled, before their lips clashed together, and they disappeared under the blankets.

🐋🥻 𝓟𝓞ᐯ 𝔠Ħ𝕒ᶰᎶẸ 🧅🪁

Elijah stroke Ghaida's hair back from her face, watching her sleep in his arms. Her thick black hair was also fun to play with, and had an amazing, intoxicating smell from the Moroccan oil she soaked her hair in to make it glisten and shine.

Elijah's soft spot for Ghaida was deep, mostly stemming from the fact that she carried such a heavy burden that no one could take from her. For everyone else, anyone else could take the burden from them. Tony could set aside being Iron Man and let Riri or Trang take over. There were several hundred wizards to take over for Stephen. Clint could hand the bow off to Katya or Kate.

Steve could hand the shield to Ahni or Sam or Bucky. And in turn, any one of those three could give the shield to the others.

But not Ghaida. Being the only Auraling they knew in existence meant she was the sole guardian of the book. A book only she could read, a book only she could see, a book only she could carry.

The things they carried.

They all carried something, physical or not. Elijah touched the dog tag around his neck. And some carried more than most.

But most of all, his deep soft spot for Ghaida stemmed from the fact that she was the first to capture his heart besides Elizabeth. It wasn't the boisterous twins, as he liked to call Violetta and Katya, though they weren't related. It wasn't knowledgeable Trang who always had her head stuck in a book or Mai who was like a sister to him growing up or Ahni who had a quiet disposition.

It was Ghaida. She was a fun person to always be around. She was smart and studious, but also laughed at everything. She had a quiet demeanor for the most part, though she also could be quite loud when mixed with Elizabeth.

They hadn't found the Avengers yet, when he realized he was slowly falling for Ghaida. They had always stuck to the soulmate pairs like they were supposed to, like they were obligated to. And he loved Elizabeth deeply and couldn't imagine a better partner than her.

When she went missing, kidnapped really, Ghaida was the one to talk him out of doing something drastic. She barely knew him, for she had really never had anything to do with any of them in the superhero world before.

Elijah smiled now, remembering Elizabeth's reaction. She had been shocked, but then she had thought about it and had said, "Well, as much as I was hoping you'd prefer Lan instead and then we could have a threesome, I don't mind sharing you with Ghaida."

He'd been shocked then and she'd laughed at him. "Don't worry. I'm not actually falling for Lan. But what the heck. Ghaida makes you happy and I love that."

Of course, he'd never actually thought about pursuing Ghaida in actuality. It wasn't that long after that Elizabeth had found out her mother was HYDRA. It took some time to get out of the house, but she'd been led to New York by a lead under the name 'Maria Hill'. It had taken a long time to track the woman down, but she'd led them to Nick Fury.

Fury had sent them on a bunch of missions to prove themselves. That was when he sent Elizabeth to become a spy in the Navy.

Elijah touched the dog chain again, running his fingers over her name. She'd been miserable, feeling like she was betraying her country, even after it turned out the ship she'd been on was more than fifty percent HYDRA.

That was when he'd introduced them to the Avengers. That was when they found out that the Avengers dipped out of the lines and asked if they wanted to join.

Every single one of them, even Mai and Violetta who were probably the most dominate in the group, looked over at Elizabeth. Elizabeth had never wanted to be a leader and no one, especially not Elizabeth, had ever declared that she was the leader of the group. But subconsciously, everyone looked to her as the leader.

And Elizabeth had smiled and asked, "Why not?"

And that had been that. He knew that this relationship they all had benefited every single one of them. It benefited those like Ghaida or Pietro whose soulmates had died. It benefited those like Rhodey, Violetta, and Josh who had never even met their soulmates yet. And Elijah was sure that if he had never gone into it, he wouldn't have the amazing sex life that he had.

The BDSM and the voyeurism. It was amazing. He loved it.

He kissed the top of Ghaida's head, letting the flames in the lamps go out. He shifted so he was no longer sitting up, laying down instead. He pulled the little Indian girl closer to him, tightening his arms around you.

He smiled as he closed his eyes and murmured, "I love you Ghaida."

🦈🥔 ℙόV ςħ𝓪𝕟ģⓔ 🚖👈

Bucky was sitting up against the headboard, with Elizabeth cuddling into him. Steve was fast asleep on the other side of Bucky, and Sam was mostly asleep on the other side of Elizabeth. A dim light was still on, illuminating half of the room with a soft glow.

Bucky was smiling, his chin resting on Elizabeth's shoulder as she guided his hand along the bump.

"Did you feel it?" She asked with a smile.

"Not yet." Bucky said, waiting patiently. He wanted to feel the kids kick so badly, it was burning his heart.

"Hmm." Elizabeth contemplated and moved his hand a little lower. "Here."

And he felt it. A small little kick on the underside of her bump.

Tears actually pricked his eyes, feeling the little kick. "Oh they're so strong." He cooed. He kicked Steve, "Stevie wake up."

Steve groaned as he rolled over, clutching his groin. "God damnit Buck. That hurt. And I was sleeping."

"Come here punk." Bucky demanded, "My child is kicking."

Steve sat up quickly, moving in front of Elizabeth so he could put his hand close to Bucky's. Elizabeth smiled, enjoying the happy looks on their faces. She figured that Sam might as well join the party as the other two cooed over the kicking babies.

She reached over, shaking Sam's shoulder. She felt his fingers lace through hers and she looked over to see that he had a sleepy smile on his face, "What's wrong sugar?"

"Nothing. Just thought you might want to join in and feel the babies." Elizabeth whispered softly, wincing just a little at a harder quick than the others. That was definitely Bucky's child.

"Do they hurt you?" Bucky asked with round eyes.

Elizabeth thought about it, because she didn't want to lie, but she also didn't want to hurt their feelings, "Sometimes, they have some hard kicks, but I haven't felt like, any terrible pain from them. It can be a little uncomfortable sometimes, but I think they're just cramped. They're getting bigger and they are just trying to make room."

"Aww." Steve mumbled, laying his cheek against her bump, a smile coming over his face as they kicked him. "They like your voice sweetheart."

"Well they know I'm their mommy." Elizabeth smiled down at the bump, rubbing it lightly.

"I can't wait for them to come out." Bucky murmured softly, trembling with excitement. "They're gonna be such pretty babies, just like their mama."

"I want yours to look like you." Elizabeth murmured quietly, tugging on a lock of his hair. "Get all the good looks."

"Nah," Sam snickered, "What good looks?"

Elizabeth giggled and Bucky chuckled. Steve just ignored them, still entranced with this idea of feeling the little babies through a thin layer of skin.

"Think they'll have your powers?" Sam asked, lightly putting his hand down next, now that he was wide awake.

"Well, Bruce believes that Bucky's child will at least have some super soldier DNA." Elizabeth said. "And considering Heimdall's child is draining my energy even inside the womb, he most likely will have some sort of power. But Elijah's? I don't know. I mean, I'm water, he's fire, so the kid is half and half. I don't know what that means for him though."

"Do you know that they're boys?" Sam asked, surprised.

"No," Elizabeth admitted, "I don't want to know until they're born. Tony knows though, if you want to know."

"I'll let it be a surprise too." Bucky decided and kissed the bump. "Do you have names?"

"Um, I have a list." Elizabeth admitted. "I don't have it on me though. But it has boy and girls names on it. All the names are from movies, TV shows, and books though. Just names I really liked. But I don't know cause Heimdall might have preferences and I know Elijah wants to give our kid a Chinese and an English name. So whatever you would like Bucky, I'm open ears."

Bucky hugged Elizabeth close, loving the way that her body felt against his. "No, not yet anyways."

Elizabeth just nodded and watched Steve and Sam for a moment and then said, "I love you three."

They all froze and she blushed, looking away slightly. "I just. . . All of this tower stuff we do. It's become more than just sex to me. More than just a good time. I love all three of you. I just thought you guys should know, even if you don't feel the same."

"Oh doll." Bucky murmured against her shoulder. "We love you too. We have for a while now, we just never wanted to overwhelm you."

Elizabeth smiled, turning into him, slowly drifting off to sleep, exhausted from the night she'd had.

Steve went ahead and grabbed a soft blanket, draping it around her shoulders before kissing the side of her head. Sam slipped behind her so that she was sandwiched between Bucky and himself. He breathed in the scent of honey, almonds, and peaches and murmured, "Love you sugar."

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