#and phoebe hugs him all the time cause he would but we wants to hug his little sister

[a-pessimist-hopefull-dreamer]

are you really telling there is no oliver-phoebe scene. I might freek out.

#they probably bonded so much after she became priest #like literally she did that to be closer and to be able to protect her brothers #and there is no scene #I might cry #it would be so powerful #oliver just adores her I think #and phoebe hugs him all the time cause he would but we wants to hug his little sister #phoebe Hong #oliver Hong #Hong siblings #the way I relate to both of them #flf #fhh #foul lady fortune #foul heart huntsman #chloe gong #the secret shangai

[its-time-to-write]

masterlist

i figured it was time to make one. it's in order based on when i wrote it. please, please let me know if a link is broken/mislabeled!!

*81 fics*

All of these are Jamie Tartt x reader

dress

Jamie and Keeley buy you a dress for the benefit gala

three times 'cause i've waited my whole life

secret relationship to engagement

you're losing me

first kid

don't make this any harder

Jamie wants to take you to Brazil, you’re both idiots

would hit him in a heartbeat now

Your ex boyfriend is a footballer and also a douche

silent sleepers

Jamie contemplates your relationship on the team bus

what it is

Jamie is sick ft. Roy

don't go wasting your emotion

Secret relationship + you own a bookshop! Ft. Roy and Keeley

you know, you'll always know me

You’re a famous singer! Congrats!

i don't know how you keep smiling/i'm just choking almost constantly

Jamie’s dad is a douche

i'll still be right next to you my dear

Jamie is a dad

can't really say i'm enjoying it now

Yikes it’s a breakup fic, but happy endings only in this house

mine of you with me

Reader and Jamie go semi-public with their relationship

today's a day like any other

The Tartt family thru the years

there's orange juice in the kitchen

Oof ouch period cramps

i can't breathe without you

Nate kisses you w/o consent

damned if i do give a damn what people say

You’re a theater actress! How exciting!

island made of faith

People think Jamie’s dumb, and he’s not

take your time while you're mine

You’re Roy’s other sister ft. all the Kents

honey, i'll give you all my time

Vienna. Enough said.

feeling fragile can't you tell

Jamie gets hurt

wrote all your lines in the script in my mind

Oh no! Some girl kissed Jamie and it wasn’t you! + Colin as the bff

stick together like glitter

Babysitting Phoebe + angst

your mind is not your friend

Angst + comfort after you have a bad hookup

chasing shadows in a grocery line

You’re pretty sure you have a hot stalker

don’t go yet

Tee hee protective Jamie at a club

kicking myself to keep from crying

The morning after your mind is not your friend

i think we could do it if we tried

High school sweethearts reunited after 6 years🥺

i’m glad you exist

You and Jamie go to a wedding

send for me

BREAKING: shit day at work made better by local boyfriend

tell me where to put my love

day off = food + snuggles

bored

The longest angst I’ve ever written. Def not the best angst I’ve ever written.

would it be enough if i never gave you peace

you’ve got baby fever and your pretty sure it’s going to kill your brother

wishing on every one

You own a flower shop. It’s adorable.

lyrical eyes, indigo smile

Bea meets the team for the first time!

something to rely on

You storm the pitch and smooch your bf

flipped the script

Enemies to lovers slow burn (or maybe fast burn, idk)

i fancy you

London Boy by ms. T. Swift

you don’t want to know me

Jamie shows up at your door after s.1 Man City

you’re in the kitchen humming

Post-Mom City

family that i chose

For the child-free girlies!

never wanted you to hate me

Pt. 2 of you don’t want to know me

wonderstruck

BFF Keeley tells you to give her awful ex a chance

in love with an idea

idk it’s like a confession of love? kinda cute

sinking into your worn-out mattress

Touch-deprived therapist! reader

you’re a mansion with a view

just two footballers doing an England promo, nothing to see here

i know what i’m doing

Post-Roy/Jamie locker room hug after Man City

wonder what it’d be like

Jamie tries to win you back

if only love were true

You’re a single mom in dire need of a plus-one

i know now it’ll pass

It’s hard to love someone when you’ve been told you don’t deserve it

the way it goes

The Greyhounds are protective of Jamie

how to love being alive

Idk this one’s like whatever and also supes long

there is happiness

GEORGIE GEORGIE GEORGIE

it’s just wanderlust

Relationship soft launch

glitter on the floor

You like to knit. You also think you’re a comedian.

maybe tomorrow you’ll know

The “he’s a prick to everyone but her” trope

hustling for the good life

I swear this is my last chaptered fic

let’s fall in love for the night

Kent!reader is having a baby

soft hands hit the jagged ground

friends w/benefits

for you, there’ll be no more crying

anxiety at work + bf jamie

smile at me

there was only one bed!!!!

slow motion double vision in rose blush

happy b-day Jamie Tartt

half-moon eyes

it’s just a question!

can’t hear my thoughts (i cannot hear my thoughts)

I’m allowed to write what i want, ok???

here in my arms

more Kent!reader + a baby named George

coffee at midnight

prick coach wakes you up bc of your prick boyfriend

healing me fine

Just a lil engagement fic for ya

i don’t know anything

if you’re interested in Bea

right words at the right time

It’s a wedding fic

move fast and keep quiet

boxer!reader + smitten Jamie

not saying you’re in love with me

You meet over Bantr!!!

we could be so good

Jamie comforts you after a bad date

i hold it like a grudge

i don’t even know how to describe this one but u might cry

there for you

sick fic

before you go

physio!reader

you’ll probably date her

chronic illness + childhood friends. gotta love it

feel it burn

Gym anxiety

play it back

Old movies of bb Jamie

ours

Thanksgivinggggg

light in the hallway

MORE Kent!reader

stuck by you

Bad family + good Jamie = fic

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso #masterlist

[uneditedidiot]

london boy - jamie tartt x reader

london boy

jamie tartt x gn!reader

Summary: series of moments where you and your boyfriend jamie share a love for the song ‘london boy’ by taylor swift. may include some fun karaoke moments. also, phoebe makes an adorable appearance in an ice cream shop.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: language (cause duh - it’s Jamie Tartt), fluff, Phoebe being adorable, karaoke dorkiness

A/N: Idk why, but for some reason, the thought of someone singing this song AT Jamie just kept sticking in my head and yes, yes, I know he’s from Manchester, but it sounded so cute. Also if it wasn’t clear, I’m a massive Taylor Swift fan so I had to throw in some love for Taylor, too. 

The first time Jamie heard you singing along to London Boy by Taylor Swift, he couldn’t help but smile. 

It was a sunny Sunday afternoon and you were dancing around in his living room, the tv blasting the song from the spotify app. He had gone off to grab his phone from another room in between board games and came back to find you singing this song at the top of your lungs and dancing enthusiastically.

He grinned and leant against the doorway with his arms crossed as you sang loudly,

“And now I love high tea, stories from uni, and the West End.

You can find me in the pub, we are watching rugby with his school friends.”

You spotted him just watching you and pointed at him as you continued your serenade, slowly dancing your way over to him. 

“Show me a gray sky, a rainy cab ride,

Babe, don't threaten me with a good time!”

You slung your arms around his neck, still singing, pretending to act out the lyrics. His hands found the small of your back.

“They say home is where the heart is,

But God, I love the English!”

You pretended to swoon in his arms, making him laugh wholeheartedly. He spun you around as you continued to sing the lyrics. You both made your way to the middle of the room to have more space to dance and goof off.

“You know I love a London boy

I enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch in the afternoon

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you

Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates

So I guess all the rumors are true

You know I love a London boy

Boy, I fancy you!”

You kept pointing at Jamie throughout the rest of the song whenever the words ‘London Boy’ continued repeating. 

When the song was over, he wrapped you in a giant bear hug and kissed your cheek repeatedly.

“I like to think that song is from me to you, Jamie,” you told him softly as the next song began.

He pulled back a little with a slightly amused smirk on his face. “Babe, you know I’m from Manchester, right? I ain’t from London.”

You rolled your eyes, your tone deadpan. “Wow, really? How would I ever know?”

Jamie laughed. “Alright, alright. It’s very sweet of you to want to sing that song to me.”

“I just feel like it fits us well,” you replied. “You know, when I met you, we were in London. You lived here and I was new from the States.”

His smile grew. “Like I said – very sweet. But not accurate.”

You smacked his chest playfully. “Whatever. Let’s do another game. Uno? 7-Up? Ooh – how about I crush you at Mario Kart?”

The second time Jamie heard you singing along to London Boy was at an ice cream shop while the two of you were babysitting Phoebe.

“What do you think sounds best, Pheebs?” you asked as the three of you peered into the glass case if ice creams on display.

The little girl was thoughtful. “Hmm…well I think strawberry sounds awfully good, but that straciatella does, too. What do you think, Jamie?”

“You’re right, those do sound good, but I’m a bit of a cookies and cream man, meself,” he said.

Phoebe gasped. “That sounds delicious! Can we all get matching ice creams?”

You laughed. “Three cookies and creams on cones? Or do we want bowls?”

“Only fuckin’ losers get ice cream in bowls,” retorted Jamie. “Waffle cones, obviously.”

Phoebe cleared her throat, smirked, and held out her hand. You nodded your head at him towards her outstretched palm.

“Pay up, Tartt,” you giggled.

He begrudgingly took out a pound note from his pocket. “Well what I said is true. No denyin’ it.”

Phoebe shrugged and she folded the money gingerly and placed it in her little plastic purse. “But Jamie’s right – waffle cones are the only acceptable way to eat ice cream.”

The employee made their way over to the three of you. “What can I get you?”

“Three cookies and cream ice creams on waffle cones, please,” ordered Jamie. “And can we get rainbow sprinkles?”

“You got it,” confirmed the employee.

Jamie stood patiently and waited for your order as you led Phoebe over to a table by the window. In the background, he heard the faint lyricism of Taylor Swift and recognized the song immediately.

“So please show me Hackney,

Doesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond Street,

Just wanna be with you

Wanna be with you.

Stick with me, I'm your queen,

Like a Tennessee Stella McCartney on the Heath

Just wanna be with you.

Wanna be with you

Wanna be with you…”

He turned to see you singing the song quietly to Phoebe, who was shimmying in her seat with you. He chuckled lightly at the sight, knowing how much you loved the song and, of course, how much you had liked singing it at him.

He had to admit – it was a good song and quite catchy.

At the table by the window, you were explaining to Phoebe why you loved Taylor Swift so much. “And now she’s re-recording her first seven albums and re-releasing them.”

“That’s amazing!” exclaimed Phoebe. “Does Jamie like Taylor Swift, too?”

You turned your head to smile at Jamie as he paid for the ice creams. You admired his profile, cheeks going slightly red.

“He’s not as familiar with her songs as I am, but yeah, he likes Taylor.”

“Can I have some help with the ice creams?” he called over to the two of you.

“I can do it!” cried Phoebe. She raced over to Jamie, grabbing two of the cones from him. Walking carefully and keeping her eyes on the frozen treats in her hands, she brought you your serving. “Here you go.”

“Thank you, Pheebs,” you smiled. She smiled back.

As Jamie took his seat next to you, Phoebe couldn’t help but ask him, “Do you like that Taylor Swift song that was just playing?”

He eyed you with a warm fondness, then turned back to the little girl. “Course I do. Especially when this one sings it to me.” He nudged you playfully with his shoulder.

“I wonder if Uncle Roy likes that song, too,” Phoebe speculated aloud. She licked her ice cream with a thoughtful expression, smearing sprinkles across her nose.

The third time Jamie heard you singing along to London Boy was when the whole team was out doing private karaoke in a club after a winning match.

He wasn’t much of a singer himself, preferring to be in the limelight on the pitch and not on the stage, but that didn’t stop him from signing up for a solo.

Bumbercatch had just finished a gut-wrenching performance of My Heart Will Go On, which moved many to tears…from laughing at his dramatic rendition. The whole team burst into thunderous cheers, applauding and screaming.

Isaac, who had deemed himself the host for the night, took his duties very seriously. “Thank you, Bumbercatch, for that incredibly beautiful song. And now, please welcome to the stage, the king of the pricks…Jamie Tartt!”

Your eyes widened in surprise as Jamie turned to you, grinned, patted your thigh, and stood as the rest of the room yelled in encouragement. He bounded onstage and took the microphone from Isaac.

“Thank you, thank you,” he said. “Now this number goes out to my favorite person. Enjoy the song, babe!”

He pointed at the DJ and you gasped in recognition.

Jamie smirked at you as he said the opening lines of the song in his Mancunian accent.

“We can go drivin' in, on my scooter.

Uh, you know, just riding in London.”

“You’re fucking JOKING!” you laughed. Your mouth still agape, Jamie began to sing.

“I love my hometown as much as Motown, I love SoCal.

And you know I love Springsteen, faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey.

But something happened, I heard him laughing,

I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent.

They say home is where the heart is,

But that's not where mine lives…”

The rest of the room began singing along, but your voice was the loudest. You and Jamie never took your eyes off each other. You knew he had learned it just for you.

It was quite an impressive show. Jamie certainly knew how to work a crowd. He’d gotten every single person in the room to wave along with him during the last chorus.

When the song was over, there was an absolute uproar. He’d smashed it.

Isaac took the mic back and Jamie rushed over to you, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. The rest of the team whistled and cheered. 

Neither of you listened as Isaac called up the next performer.

“You learned that just for me,” you grinned.

“Duh,” Jamie grinned back.

“My London boy,” you laughed.

“Yours,” he agreed.

And then you danced together as Rebecca absolutely SMASHED a rendition of Love on Top by Beyonce, both of you screaming the lyrics and singing to each other.

But London Boy would always be your song.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt #jamie tartt x gn!reader #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #ted lasso #ted lasso fanfiction #london boy #london boy taylor swift #jamie tartt fanfiction #imagine #ted lasso imagine

[imaginefan]

You Were Always First

Chris Halliwell X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 899

Requested: Anon

Request: Can you write a one shot about Chris and reader? She went back to time to help Chris save the future to help stop Wyatt from turning evil, the two spend lots of time together but reader pushes him away all the time  because she knows he will go with Bianca because in her time line; he's wth her. They get into an argument over it and he asks why she stays away she blurts it out without meaning to.

Thank you !!!! Hope this made sense.

You should have known that this was going to happen, after all the only reason that you had decided to go with Chris was that you were in love with him, you knew that he needed help and offered yourself to help him. You didn’t think that it could get much worse then silently pining for him but as you spent more time together you realized it absolutely could get worse. For a little while you forgot that he even had Bianca to go back to but one day he mentioned her passing and everything came crashing down, it caused you to pull back so much that everyone noticed.

Phoebe and Paige were the ones to ask you about it and since they knew about you coming from the future it was easy to be honest with them and honestly you were sick of bottling it up. You hoped that talking about it would allow you to hide it better when you had to talk to Chris again. “So are you going to tell us what is going on or are we going to have to get it out of you some other way?” Paige asked as she sat at the end of your bed. “Close the door.” You ordered and Phoebe nodded before closing the door and walking over to sit next to you. “What's going on?” Phoebe asked. “You have to promise not to tell Chris.” You pleaded. “What happened?” She asked. “I… I love him, have loved him for a long time now but he’s got a girlfriend to go back to.” You answered. “So I keep my mouth shut, I smile and I pretend that bestfriend is good enough.” “(Y/N)...” Phoebe pulled you into a hug as Paige frowned. “He’s never asked you out?” Paige asked. “We grew up together. I just assumed he never felt that way about me, he would have said something by now right?” You asked. “I… I don’t know, have you ever said anything to him about your feelings?” Paige asked. “Of course not, I’ve thought about it a lot but I never said anything, I just didn’t want to ruin anything.” You explained and she nodded. “I know it’s scary but maybe you should talk to him about it.” Paige suggested. “No. I can’t do that, I can’t ruin everything that he worked for, he’s doing this to go back to her.” You explained “I can’t do that to him.” They both looked at each other and sighed before standing. “We’ll give you some time to get yourself together before dinner, we’ll see you then.” Phoebe said before leaving, her sister following behind her.

It was quiet for an hour before someone else walked into your room and you looked up and saw Chris “I could have been changing.” You said as you raised an eyebrow. “I need to talk to you about something.” He said and you gestured for him to continue “what is going on with you?” “What?” You asked. “You’ve been distant.” He answered. “You were supposed to notice that.” You sighed. “How would I be able to ignore that? We’ve been together since we were kids. Something changed, it happened after we got here and it was slow… Are you regretting coming with me or something?” He asked. “No that’s not it.” You answered, he watched you as if he was trying to figure out what had changed. “It’s nothing, I’ll sort it, everything will be back to normal I promise.” “No, you aren’t covering this up. I want to know what’s going on.” He argued. “You don’t.” You answered with tears gathering in your eyes in fear of what was coming. “(Y/N).” He warned as if there was something he could do to make you tell him. “Chris, please leave it.” You pleaded he turned away from you as he spoke. “I’m just trying to protect you.” “Protect me from what!?” He asked, his voice raising. “From ruining everything when you find out that I love you and having to tell me that you already have someone to go back, from you having to deal with me being here for the rest of the trip and then when we finally get home you disappear from my life because you still have Bianca, because you love her!” You answered, you realised what you were doing half way through but you couldn’t stop yourself and now what you wanted was to curl in on yourself but he launches forward stopping instead pulling you straddle his waist as he hugs you. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” He asked. “Weren’t you listening… Bianca.” You answered and he sighed before lifting your chin and pressing a kiss to your lips. “We aren’t official, you know.” He said softly “I was kinda hoping this girl that I had known all my life would tell me that she loved me like some fairy tail.” “What?” You asked. “Yeah…” He nodded, pressing another more forceful kiss to your lips, this one was longer, his hands coming up to the side of your face and wiping away the tears that fell. “I thought I was obvious when you were the one that I asked to come with me, you were always the first person I called. You were always first” “Me?” You asked. “You.” He nodded “I’ll choose you everytime.”

Requests and general question!

#Charmed #charmed one shot #charmed imagine #Chris Halliwell #chris halliwell one shot #chris halliwell imagine #imagine #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader #female reader

[basicallyahedgehog]

2022 In Fic

This is so late, but oh well! Big love and hugs to my faves @phoebe-delia (x) and @corvuscrowned (x) for the tags. Go and check theirs out too!

January

Harry’s Spiny Adventure (Wolfstar, toddler Harry)

“A ned-chog!” Harry was dancing on the spot now, unable to contain his excitement.

“Hedgehog, Harry,” Sirius sighed. So much for a normal day. “Why do you have a hedgehog in the house?”

Til The End Of The Night (Harry-centric, nil pairing)

Perhaps, he mused as he poured the boiling water into his mug, tremors causing the water to splash across the benchtop, the worst part wasn’t the words themselves, but the fact that the public was truly convinced of what they saw. All they could see was their Hero, their Saviour. The Boy Who Lived, who defeated the Dark Lord.

March

The Brightest Thing (drarry)

When I was young I expected my wedding to be stuffy, full of heavy vows. Yet here we are, your hands clasped in mine, giggling like two schoolboys.

April

The Evolution of Soup (Or, How Harry Learned To Be Loved) (Drarry)

As he succumbed once more to the ever-present fog at the edges of his brain, Harry felt a feather-light kiss in his hair, followed by another one on his temple. He fell asleep with a smile on his face, hand curling towards the one person who could make everything ok.

From The Shadows (Drarry)

I watch and I watch until one day; one day, I realise that you are watching back. How long, I wonder. How long were we watching each other without realising, caught in a never-ending dance?

May

Out Of The Darkness (Drarry)

I hate him, until he smiles. Before he smiles he is the saviour, he is the poster boy, he is the carrier of the weight of the world. But when he smiles he is Harry, my Harry.

With You Between My Arms (Drarry)

Trying to squash his hope - this isn’t what it looks like, he just wants to have a friendly dance, don’t be an idiot - Harry takes Draco’s hand, allowing himself to be led onto the dancefloor. He runs his free hand through his hair, trying in vain to tame his ever-messy curls.

“Don't,” Draco murmurs, grabbing Harry’s hand from his hair and placing it on his own shoulder. “The messy look suits you.”

The Strings That Weave Us (drarry)

The same tiny little shop where Draco worked.

Which is how Harry had found himself trying to make an appropriate amount of eye contact – look at his eyes, Harry, not his soft hair and just-right arms and the dimple in his left cheek and – as Draco explained how the thread worked.

June

Still Into You

They told me that it would fade, this feeling. That one day I would look at you and the butterflies wouldn’t come. But here you are, and here I am, joy bubbling in my stomach like champagne, hearts in my eyes.

All The Time In The World (drarry)

It was another week before Harry received the letter. Ginny was still screening his mail, but she was out with Luna. Besides, Harry knew that handwriting. He was sceptical as to whether Ginny would have let this letter through or not, but he knew that he definitely wanted to read it.

Why would Draco Malfoy be writing to him?

July

My Heart Was Unprepared (Darry)

My mind Healer told me to keep a journal, so here we are. I don’t see what the point is, really. Writing in this book isn’t going to magically erase the trauma of growing up in a cult, being forced to join said cult, having said cult live in your house… you get the picture.

I tried to point out that a diary actually caused quite a lot of trouble during the war, but Eugenia — my mind Healer — insisted. 

August

Like This, My Beloved (Drarry)

What I didn’t picture was you walking into the room that first day of Auror training, your face still pale from two months in Azkaban. I didn’t picture the quiet, “it’s ok, I can convert the old janitors closet to a bunk. I know no one wants me.”

I think I already knew, in that moment. I just didn’t know it yet.

September

The Love You Find (Drarry)

They never talked about it, but Harry took to crawling into Draco’s bed during the night, until they just pushed their two beds together. Harry wondered if they should discuss it, but he didn’t know how he’d handle it if Draco wanted to stop.

Mads (Drarry)

“What did I do to deserve you?” Draco whispered against Harry’s lips, tears coursing down their cheeks once more. 

“You don’t need to earn my love, Darling,” Harry said, pulling Draco against his chest. “It is freely given, for however long you want it. No matter what pronouns you use.”

October

I'll Be Loving You (Drarry)

“Loving someone doesn’t mean you endorse them,” Harry murmured, thinking of the hazy love for his aunt that had been squashed in his childhood, of the love he knew his mother had held for Snape even to her death, of the love he held for every version of the man in his arms, even the misguided teenager he had once been. Maybe especially that boy, fear a constant presence in his grey eyes.

November

The Threads That Bind Us (Drarry)

Every thought, they shared with each other. Every fear, every doubt, every self-recrimination. Every dream and hope and decision were shared and cradled and made together. 

It was their greatest strength, and Draco’s greatest joy.

December

Them (pre-slash)

Draco turned away with a little hum, contemplating his gingerbread man — person — with his head tilted first one way then the next. Harry held his breath, feeling like he was witnessing something important. 

Colour Outside The Lines (Harry-centric)

To be trans, Harry thinks, is to be alone in a crowded room. It’s learning a language too late, putting together a puzzle and discovering a missing piece.

The Brightest Star (pre-slash)

“Because I have a pretty awesome roommate,” Harry said. “And they just told me something about themself that I didn’t know, and I’m happy for them.” Draco shivered with each use of their pronouns, burying their face in Harry’s neck to hide their blush. 

Tagging anyone who hasn't done this yet who wants to :)

#year in fic #my writing #drarry #wolfstar #harry potter #draco malfoy

[storiesofsvu]

Under Over Ch 25

Joe Velasco x reader Warnings: language, some hurt/comfort maybe? Just a lot of fluff and minor case work talked about, minor medical shit. I'm not sure how many more chapters there's gonna be, the ending on this one was a little rough so, apologies there. It's also not as long as I would like but I literally didn't know what else to do. I think there's gonna be one work related chapter and then one nice fluffy, tie it all up with a bow chapter. And then we say see ya real soon to these two cause there's already a sequel in the works 👀 though I am gonna be focusing on bingo stuff for the next little bit.

Arriving at Mercy was hectic, which was no surprise, there were always countless amounts of idiotic injuries on super bowl Sunday. Joe sprinted through the ambulance bay, searching for the bus you’d been brought it but it appeared it was already gone on another run. His heart hammered in his chest as he jogged through the emergency room, skidding to a stop in front of the check in desk, flashing his badge to try and get information quicker. Before the poor nurse could even unscramble what he said there was an intrusion from his left,

“Velasco?” Baker’s voice broke into his panic and his head shot up to her, “shouldn’t you be at the precinct?”

“Where is she? What the fuck happened? She said she wasn’t hit!”

“Hey…” she stepped towards him, hands wrapping around his forearms to pull him back to reality, “take a breath, she’s fine.”

“The other EMT’s said you left with lights and sirens?!”

“A bullet nicked her, barely a cut but it was deep enough she needed stitches. I took her down and was gonna send her to the precinct right after but it turns out she was allergic to the local anesthesia they used. Her throat started to close.”—

“Oh god.” He ran a hand over his face, his stomach sinking and Baker grabbed his arm again.

“She’s fine.” She assured him, “never once unconscious, they gave her epi on the way here and a steroid to keep it dormant until the anesthesia’s out of her system. They’re keeping her probably overnight just under observation and to run a couple of allergist tests so this doesn’t happen again.” Joe let out a shaky sigh of relief, the adrenaline and emotion still coursing through his body he didn’t really think it over, it just happened and he pulled Phoebe into a tight hug that surprised her.

“Thank you.” She squeezed at him gently before he took a step back, cheeks turning pink slightly embarrassed at his actions. Phoebe simply laughed softly, shaking her head at just how enamoured the two of you were with each other, “can I see her?”

“Yeah, c’mon.” She nodded in the direction of your room, “I think she’s sleeping, but they want me back at the precinct, I’ll leave her in your care.” She lead him down a couple of hallways to show Joe your room, saying a quick goodnight before she made her way out of the hospital.

Joe slipped into the room quietly, a small lamp on the bedside table illuminated the space with a warm glow. He couldn’t help but let out a little sigh of relief at the sight of you asleep in the bed, safe and peaceful. The last couple of weeks had been more than hectic, you’d been working basically twenty-four seven, whatever drugged up sleep you were in, you more than deserved. Perching on the edge of the bed his hand reached out, caressing at your cheek softly before he leant in and kissed your forehead, holding you to him for a moment. Despite knowing that you were safe and here in front of him, he still felt tears pooling in his eyes at the thought of things having gone far worse. His thumb stroked across your skin, simply needing to be in contact with you right now. You let out a little groan, shifting slightly in the bed and your eyes cracked open, blinking a few times to get rid of the sleep before your lips curled up into a grin.

“Hey pretty boy.”

“Thought you said you could take care of yourself.” He replied with a small smile and you huffed out a laugh.

“I had everything under control.” You grumbled, stretching out your body, “damn EMT’s were the ones who nearly killed me.”

“You’re okay now though, right?” The worry took over, his voice shaking lightly and your brow furrowed at the glassy appearance of his eyes.

“Yeah… hey.. Jose..” you sat up, wincing at the pain in your side as your hands found his, “I’m fine. What is this?” One of your hands came up to cup at his cheek, searching his eyes as you felt your own emotion begin to bubble in your chest. Instead of speaking he gently pulled you into a hug, one of his hands cupping the back of you head and tightly holding you to him.

“I’ve lost too many people, especially ones that I loved. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.” His voice was muffled by you hair but you could still hear the shakiness to it as he held you to him for a moment, letting the embrace sink fully into both of you before he spoke again. “You really need to stop getting into trouble.”

“Baker tells me that at least once a week. I know.” You muttered back and he let out a small chuckle, his hand rubbing at your back before he finally let you go. Your hand came up to cup his cheek, your own eyes glistening with happy tears as you did so, a smile on your lips as you spoke, “you really love me?”

“Are you kidding me?” He laughed, “you had me wrapped around your finger from that second party and you know it!”

“Yeah, but that’s different.” You shrugged, you hand dropping from his face and he picked it up in his, mindlessly playing with it, “everyone loves the diamond.”

“And I love the girl behind it.” He murmured, leaning in to leave the world’s softest kiss on your lips, “the one that’s still got that fire yet is incredibly soft and caring. The one with the incredible detective skills, wildly brilliant mind, and looks unbelievably hot while handling a gun.” You couldn’t help but laugh at that, your gaze returning to his, smile on your lips.

“You’re…. like no one I’ve ever met Jose, and I love you too, more than you could imagine.” Smiling, he leant in, kissing you again and you let out a happy little sigh into the kiss before you pulled away, “I only wish I’d said it sooner.”

“Me too.” He kissed your forehead gently, “I’m… not really great with this kinda stuff.”

“You may not be great with the words, but you speak a million words with your actions.” You smiled softly, cupping his cheek as you thumb softly rubbed across his skin, “I could tell I was incredibly important to you weeks ago, even before I showed up in your squad room. I don’t need to hear it every day, the way you show it is even better.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” You smiled, “because I’ve never felt as loved as I do in this moment, and half of that is coming from the look in your eyes.” Blushing, he ducked his gaze with a small laugh before pulling you to him to steal a kiss. “I meant it when I said I wanted my future to be with you, I simply… don’t see one without you.”

“So did I.” He replied, smile gracing his cheeks.

“Then I guess we have an agreement.” You smiled, eyes sparkling with adoration towards him before you involuntarily let out a little yawn.

“We do.” He kissed your cheek softly, “but only if you get some rest. It’s been a long day, you need to sleep.”

“Fine.” You grumbled, sinking back into the bed.

“And I’m not going anywhere, okay?” He pulled a chair over to the bedside, his hand not leaving yours as he dropped into it, “I’ve got you.”

“I know.” You smiled, curling onto your side to fully face him as you readjusted the blankets, your hand tangling in his as you let out another little yawn before your eyes fluttered shut and you drifted off once again.

**

You were pleasantly surprised when you woke up the next morning that Baker had dropped off a mini care package from your apartment. A pair of leggings and an NYPD shirt, make up wipes, a few crucial make up items if you were deciding to just go home, tooth brush and paste and couple of hair ties. You got yourself refreshed and changed before finding Jose awake back in the room scrolling through his phone. You still had to wait a couple of hours to get test results back, and they were being kind enough to fill the epi pen prescription then and there. Your next surprise was when Olivia turned up at the door, gently knocking on the frame.

“Heard you had quite the night.” She greeted with a smile and you laughed.

“Would much have preferred work.”

“You okay?”

“Perfectly fine.” You assured, “just waiting for a signature so I can get out of here. How was the rest of the bust?”

“We got all the top guys, and a lot of the other ones flipped on someone higher or gave us intel to other rings or parties.”

“And Kayra?”

“Refuses to talk.”

“He lawyer up?” Joe asked and Olivia shook her head.

“He says he’ll only talk to one person.” Her gaze redirected to you and you let out a small laugh.

“Why am I not surprised?”

“You feel up to an interrogation today? She asked and you nodded.

“Yeah. We can head in as soon they discharge me.”

“And you get breakfast.” Jose added firmly and you nearly rolled your eyes, pulling a chuckle from Liv.

“Listen to Velasco, you’ve both got a long day ahead of you.”

“I know.” You replied with a small smile.

“Almost all of the girls have been asking about you, some of them saw you go outside with Kayra before the shots were fired and they didn’t see anything after that.”

“What’d’you tell them?”

“Nothing.” She shrugged, “I didn’t want to blow your cover so I didn’t say anything, but they’re worried.”

“I’ll talk to them.” You shifted, grabbing your water cup to take a sip, “you hear anything from McGrath?”

“He heard about the bust, I’m guessing he knows that he’s caught red handed. He’ll plead to sexual misconduct, and the murder as long as he gets protective custody.”

“The murder gives him life in prison, that’s all I care about.”

You were briefly interrupted by a nurse and Olivia made a quick goodbye, knowing she had a precinct to get back to and a lot of work to get done today. In just under an hour you were officially discharged and had a hospital provided breakfast in you, after pleading with Jose he finally gave in and let you have a second coffee. You smiled brightly, pecking his cheek, reminding him how much you loved him and he let out a little laugh, wrapping an arm around you to press a kiss to the side of your head as he guided you out to the car.

Finally, the world of the Manhattan Elite was behind you, you were free to be just you, at least for a little while now. Free to focus on your future together and what it held, what you wanted it to look like. A world where you were both NYPD detectives, no more living under layers and hiding your lives from the people around you. Now all you had to do was get Kayra talking and wrap this case, and that was something you would be able to do together.

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[good-beans]

Various Gay/Lesbian/Bisexual interpretations of Shakespearean characters:

(I found it helpful a lot of the time to compare characters to Romeo and Juliet’s willingness to die for each other. Even though I said it doesn't matter if hugging, kissing, etc was a sign of "just friends" in the Elizabethan era, you can usually convince a doubful person this behavior is romantic when comparing it to such a universally accepted declaration of love.)

Antonio from Twelfth Night:

He rescues Sebastian from a shipwreck and nurses him back to health, describing their relationship as follows:

“I snatch’d one half out of the jaws of death, reliev’d him with such sanctity of love, and to his image, which methought did promise most venerable worth, did I devotion.”

“To-day my lord; and for three months before, no interim, not a minute’s vacancy, both day and night did we keep company.”

“His life I gave him, and did thereto add my love without retention or restraint, all his in dedication; for his sake, did I expose myself, pure for his love, into the danger of this adverse town.”

He follows Sebastian to Orsino’s court, knowing there were people who wanted him dead there

“I have many enemies in Orsino’s court, else would I very shortly see thee there. But come what may, I do adore thee so that danger shall seem sport, and I will go.”

To Sebastian: “If you will not murder me for my love, let me be your servant.”

He leaps into the middle of a duel to protect Sebastian, risking his life and ultimately getting arrested. 

Celia from As You Like It:

Not life or death, but she still does sacrifice her entire life to stay with the woman she loves. She gives up her entire lifestyle, family, security, and identity in order to remain with Rosalind. 

“I cannot live out of her company.”

Others talk of how Celia “loves her … she would have followed her exile, or have died to stay behind her … never two ladies loved as they do.”

“I see thou lov’st me not with the full weight that I love thee.”

��We have slept together, rose, at an instant, learn’d, play’d, eat together; And wheresoe’er we went, like Juno’s swans, still we went coupled and inseparable.” (Juno is the goddess of marriage, and swans are known for mating for life)

Horatio in Hamlet:

Proves himself a loyal and loving friend to Hamlet. Even though Hamlet deeply distrusts all other characters, he is willing to believe everything from Horatio -- even far-fetched tales of ghosts

Horatio attempts the exact same sacrifice as Romeo when he reaches for the poisoned cup to join Hamlet at the end of the play: “here’s yet some liquor left”

Antonio in The Merchant of Venice: (Yeah, I know. It turns out Shakespeare had like five Antonio’s...)

In order to save Bassanio’s life, he offers up his body as payment to a deal. 

He takes the man’s hand before he is to die, commanding him to tell Bassanio’s wife, “say how I lov’d you, speak me fair in death; And, when the tale is told, bid her be the judge whether Bassanio had not once a love.”

Afterwards, Bassanio faces pressure to give away the ring that he had sworn to his wife he’d keep. Antonio persuades him to give it away.

There’s a lot of lines and behaviors involved in As You Like It and Twelfth Night as a crossdressed character causes the cast to act on unknown homosexual desires. And listen, just because the characters don’t realize they’re falling for the opposite gender, or just because they were falling for the right gender all along, it doesn’t take away from the passion and flirting that occured -- there's no "mistakes" going here

Orlando flirts daily with Ganymede, exchanging romantic banter and even getting pretend-married.

Phoebe falls hard for Rosalind and begs to marry her.

Orsino develops feelings for Cesario. In many productions he grows awkward around him because he isn’t sure how to act.

Olivia chases after Viola’s affections, flirting and begging her to marry.

You can also look at themes/conflicts when reading a play as queer. Even when performed with cishet characters, it can be interpreted as a metaphor to those who relate to the experiences. 

People aleays laugh when I say Romeo and Juliet is a great gay play, but it is. It focuses on forbidden love, with the threat of family’s wrath. Should the protagonists’ parents or relatives discover who they chose as a lover, the characters may face disownment and danger. 

Midsummer Night’s Dream features characters constantly dealing with unrequited love and rejection. A commonly discussed experience from gay and lesbian communities is the tendency to fall for others outside the community who never reciprocate those feelings. (There's also some falling-for-unconvential-partners, but that gets a little murky when you try to compare queerness to falling in love with a donkey :/ Still, if you've got the time and dedication there's definitely queer analogies you could find in that play)

The Taming of the Shrew is known for its theme of “otherness.” Katherina is notorious for breaking current conventions, and is treated poorly for it. The title itself refers to her experience of being painfully assimilated to fit into the norms. I've heard Othello discussed along with this theme too. (I didn't go too deep into it for my project, since it's clear commentary on race rather than queerness. But the evidence is there if you wanted to read it that way)

All the previous examples can contribute to bisexual readings, with Orlando, Phoebe, Olivia, and Orsino being the most specific examples. Unlike the others, they show attraction to two distinct genders during the events of the play. Sebastian may also be included in this, if one reads him as reciprocating Antonio's love while also marrying Olivia -- there are some productions that have all three of them Together during the happy finale :)

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[immaturityofthomasastruc]

For the sake of protecting this user’s anonymity, I’m blocking out the post, but I will be using screenshots from said post for my response. While I understand this is this user’s opinion, I do feel like they misunderstand certain aspects of Adrien’s character.

(This post was made around September, so it’s before “Glaciator 2” and “Ephemeral” aired. Therefore, I won’t use evidence from those episodes because I want to judge this post within the context of the date it was posted.)

Uh... that’s still an explanation. Just because Ladybug loves someone else, it doesn’t mean it’s automatically way to rule out feelings for Cat Noir. In the same scene, she said she views Cat Noir as a friend, not just her superhero partner, and she didn’t want to lead him on or tease him.

Ladybug: Listen, I don't wanna play around with your feelings. It would be the same as lying to you. I don't wanna do that. You're more than a partner, Cat Noir. You're my friend. And I'd never want to lie to a friend.

She’s being honest in saying she doesn’t see Cat Noir in a romantic light because of her feelings for someone else. It might seem like an excuse, but Ladybug just said she wasn’t lying to him.

In later episodes (Frozer, Ladybug), Ladybug tells Cat Noir that she still loves someone else and continues to turn down his romantic advances. Yeah, she isn’t saying “no”, but she still makes it clear that she isn’t interested in a relationship with him.

And yes, while Felix was physically forcing himself onto Ladybug (causing her to channel her inner Sam Beckett), Cat Noir was still trying to kiss Ladybug whenever he had the chance to make the offer.

Yes she has. While it’s entirely possible for two friends to playfully flirt (see Joey and Phoebe from Friends as an example), Ladybug is still not interested in kissing Cat Noir, and has shown how uncomfortable the act is.

Let’s not forget the episode where Cat Noir clearly ignored Ladybug’s feelings by teasing her for being uncomfortable seeing the two kiss in a photo she doesn’t even remember.

She clearly doesn’t like kissing Cat Noir, and the only time she willingly did to break Dark Cupid’s spell on him (as questionable as the act was), she was clearly not happy with having to do it and even struggled to explain it afterwards.

Either way, she’s still telling him that she isn’t returning his feelings. And when did she say she had feelings for him?

Ladybug was visibly horrified at the kiss, and was angry at Cat Noir ignoring her feelings. She wasn’t “leading him on” at all.

The problem was that we never really got much of Adrien’s thought process beyond him going to confess his love to Marinette other than because she was Ladybug. He doesn’t think about why Marinette loves him. All he cares about is the fact that Ladybug loves him.

Adrien: I've realized... I've realized that you're not just a friend to me. I’ve always felt like you were more than that. And now I know why.

It comes across like he only cares about Marinette because she’s Ladybug. If there was at least more dialogue about Adrien’s feelings for both of them, I’d be more willing to accept it, but he just comes across as self-centered here.

It also comes across like Adrien is taking advantage of the knowledge and doesn’t tell Ladybug despite the obvious risk should Hawkmoth find out, and guess what happens as soon as Adrien reveals his identity to Marinette out of desperation? Yes, it was a spur of the moment decision, but we never get Marinette’s actual reaction to learning Adrien is Cat Noir because, once again, the episode just skims over that fact. Even then, Marinette was hugging Cat Noir because of how emotional she was coupled with the close call with the Akuma.

Uh... yeah... about that... I’ll save this for my “Glaciator 2” review.

With all due respect, it kind of seems like you’re mainly blaming Ladybug for not telling Cat Noir no while ignoring how often she’s turned him down. And like you just said, they’re friends, not a couple. Just because the writers have her be okay with stuff like his “I love sacrificing myself because I like your angry face” quip, it doesn’t mean the audience should be okay with the stuff Cat Noir says.

In the future, I’d rather not get requests like this. I don’t want to become an attack dog for random Miraculous Ladybug bloggers

#immaturity of thomas astruc #iota #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug salt #ml salt #ml critical #miraculous fandom salt #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #adrien agreste #cat noir #chat noir #felix graham de vanily #gabriel agreste #hawkmoth #hawk moth #shadowmoth #shadow moth

[phoenix-manga]

Vice Dorm Leaders getting along with Pokémon:

It didn’t take long for the vice dorm leaders to get involved with the Pokemon too. The shenanigans that happened with them are... interesting to say the least.

Trey + Slurpuff

“The Unbirthday Party was a success thanks to this little guy’s sense of smell… Though I should expect to make a large portion for it, the number of sweets it ate was shocking for everyone!”

Trey was a bit skeptical when Phoebe lent him Slurpuff and told him that chefs would use them to sniff out the freshest ingredients but if they say so then it must be worth a try.

Needless to say, he was pleasantly surprised to see the cake thing nudge him to the best ingredients to use for his sweets. He rewarded Slurpuff with a spoon covered in frosting or batter. The Pokémon mostly stayed out of his way and only has to bring him some tools or supplies.

When he presented the sweets he made, everyone including Riddle were almost knocked into a food coma with how good it was. Even Trey was lost in the trance of the flavor, but he was snapped out of it when he spotted Slurpuff eating almost half of the buffet table, he rushed to it and told it to ask him for more sweets to prevent any problems.

Ruggie + Crobat

“That Phoebe kid feeds you this? Aww man! I’m so jealous, now I wish I was a Pokémon!”

That one-time Ruggie came across Crobat was when he passed by Ramshackle to see a large bat creature with four wings eating from a large bowl filled with berries, Poke puffs and even poffins. The amount it ate distracted him from his usual task and he only snapped out of it when Crobat made eye-contact with him.

Crobat wasn’t sure why a stranger was here but it assumed it wanted food so Crobat nudged a Poke puff towards Ruggie’s direction before going back to chow down. Ruggie didn’t plan on asking it for any food, he was just curious but since it offered, who is he to decline? Picking up the Poke puff and taking a bite, he immediately devours it till there’s nothing left. That was the tastiest pastry he has had; they were even better than the ones in the cafeteria.

He hears Phoebe call out to Crobat and he took this time to scram before he was found. That kid pampers their creatures like royalty, he admits that he once had the thought that wishes that he was a Pokémon too. Ruggie now sneaks to go to Ramshackle and Crobat sneaks him a portion of its food, Ruggie repays it by offering some to it as well. They just formed this unspoken lunch trade. The one time Phoebe made malasadas for Crobat, Ruggie was in heaven lemme tell you.

Phoebe has no idea about this, this was just a secret thing between Crobat and Ruggie. One time Phoebe was with Crobat in the field and it spots Ruggie, Crobat immediately goes to him and flies around him. Phoebe assumed that Crobat took a liking to Ruggie because it probably sensed that he’s a foodie. Oh, if only she knew.

Jade + Lapras

“Such kind yet protective eyes you have~ I’m far from trustworthy yet you nuzzle against me like a seal, this is quite interesting”

Phoebe asked Azul if she can be allowed to have her water Pokémon swim about in Octavinelle. The lake is much too small for the larger ones. Azul gave her permission but in exchange she has to work part-time at the lounge, Azul is capitalizing as usual. The mention of Pokémon being at Octavinelle brought more customers to the lounge, the one that got the most attention was Lapras.

It was very friendly and even paused to look inside the lounge from the windows. Phoebe was not surprised that Lapras was friendly, what she didn’t expect was that it got attached to Jade for some reason. She would have thought it was Sharpedo or even Eelektross who would get along with the cunning vice dorm leader. But instead, Lapras is swimming happily in circles wanting Jade’s attention.

Jade, of course, finds the Pokémon endearing and would always take his time to pet it whenever he’s on break. Even offering Lapras a small treat or two, Lapras is enjoying it. There was a rare occasion that Jade swam with Lapras in his eel form, at times he swims alongside Lapras or have it chase him through the water, other times he just sleeps on Lapras’ back as it swam.

Jamil + Serperior

“Quite the proud one you are, at least you’re more tolerable than Kalim…”

Kalim promised a favor without consulting Jamil again, this time it was to look after some of her Pokémon. Kalim got caught up in the excitement of having to get close with those strange creatures that he didn’t think that it could be troublesome.

Jamil stopped in his tracks at the sight of Kalim with a large green snake behind him. Boy did he get quite the scolding from Jamil, but what can he do now that Kalim as already offered? He just decides to “help” him take care of Serperior. Thankfully, Phoebe provided a list of ingredients that Serperior likes, the list was as long as an A4 paper but at least Jamil has his options cut out for him. He doesn’t have to guess and waste any food.

Serperior mostly kept to itself and wanders around the dorm, inspecting its surroundings. Kalim tries to hug it but it just wraps its body around him and places him a few feet away before slithering off. Serperior will feel terrible if he smacks the sunshine boy away, so it places him at a good distance.

Jamil often sees it staring at him, its sharp eyes resemble his own. He never expected to have it get attached to him in a rather proud way. Everywhere Jamil goes, Serperior follows at a distance and there were rare moments it coils near his bedroom door, and Jamil walks out one morning only to fall into its coils. This strange behavior was suspicious at first but then Jamil learned to get used to it. Serperior is a curious one but then he thinks its more tolerable than Kalim.

Speaking of Kalim, Serperior sensed that most of Jamil’s stress comes from Kalim being a goofball that he is, so it catches Kalim and puts him in a coil hold when he’s about to do something reckless.

Rook + Oricorio

“Oh my! Such grace and beauty you possess to dance with excellent skills! Wait, you mean to tell me it had four forms? I would like to see it, please show me”

He spotted the dancing bird Pokémon in the field when they were having a PE class. Oricorio was in its Pom-Pom form and doing a cheer dance to motivate Grimm to fly better. He couldn’t help but approach Phoebe and ask her about Oricorio.

Needless to say, he was very interested. A creature that has four different forms that represents a different environment? It was like a fox having more than just a winter coat. He asked to see its other forms, it would be tiring to have it change forms constantly so Phoebe just brings out Rotom to show him the pictures of the Oricorio forms. Rook admired the pictures and each one gave off a different kind of beauty.

Oricorio, being a simp for pretty boys, took a liking to Rook. He was just so charming, Oricorio does its happy dance and follows him whenever it sees him. Phoebe once asked him if he can keep Oricorio company for a few days, he accepts the offer and he brings it to Pomefiore. Oricorio also liked Vil and Epel due to how charming their looks are, Vil is fine with it as long as it isn’t a troublemaker while Epel is kind of bummed out when he thinks it likes him because of his fragile looks.

The moment Rook was shown its changed forms in person, he is taking out his camera and is taking burst shots from all sorts of angles and lighting. Out of all the four forms Oricorio has, he loves its Baile form the most, the way it dances with embers around it in a display of passion and power. He looks forward to Phoebe asking him to look after Oricorio again.

Ortho + Emolga & Pachirisu

“Hey! That tickles, big brother you should try and pet them! They’re like those plushies you sometimes order in your room. Isn’t it like having your favorite plushy as a pet?”

Emolga and Pachirisu are both cheeky Pokémon and a duo for trouble. Emolga and Pachirisu were seen making student’s hair go static and stick out with small electric waves.

Ortho spotted the two behind some bushes and immediately approaches them, this is the first time Emolga and Pachirisu were caught off guard and startled. Their electric attacks don’t do much to Ortho due to his robotic circuits, if anything he considers it as some form of tickling.

Ortho thought how cute they looked and they resemble plush toys in his brother’s room. Emolga and Pachirisu was weirded out by Ortho at first but his cheerfulness was infectious and it didn’t take long for them to treat him as part of their group. Whenever Ortho passes by, the two would pounce on him and swing from his arms and legs, Ortho likes this game, he finds it useful to use his scanner to see where they might pop out next.

One time, he took them to see his brother and they made his hair stick out. He was startled but Ortho found it amusing, he got to see what would his hair look like if it stuck out. Emolga and Pachirisu still do their pranks but its less due to them wanting to find Ortho first.

Lilia + Dragapult

“A prankster and yet you dote on the little ones on your horns? We might be cousins from a distant world, fufu~ Let’s go scare Sebek some more!”

Dragapult pranks Sebek a lot, poor boy gets it from almost a lot of Pokémon. It once shot a Dreepy in his shirt causing him to squirm and try to get it out, he looked like he was doing a crazy monkey dance. Lilia appreciates this little prankster and he would join it in tormenting other students but mostly Sebek because his reactions were very amusing to watch. The two even went and started a pranking competition where they tally their number of pranked students for the whole month.

Lilia was allowed to play and hold the small Dreepy that reside in Dragapult’s horns. He melted at the sight of the little cuties playfully tussling his hair, which gave him an idea to mimic Dragapult’s horns(?) With an easy hair growth potion and a LOT of hairspray, he came to school with his hair in Dragapult’s style.

The sight alone in Diasomnia sent everyone, including Malleus into a stunned silence, Dragapult added fuel to the flame by letting the Dreepy reside in his hair for the rest of the day. Crowley saw Lilia and mumbled how the trends have gotten crazier every day. Cater took pictures and he laughed at the sight because it was so outlandish. Kalim was confused but precious boy still appreciated his hairstyle nonetheless. The perfect chaotic duo.

#pokemon #twst #twisted wonderland #headcanons #lilia vanrouge #ortho shroud #rook hunt #jamil viper #jade leech #ruggie bucchi #trey clover #pokemon x twisted wonderland #twst x pokemon #pokemon imagines

[fbfh]

I think you've horribly misread the situation [shitty roommate pt 2] - leo x reader

wc: 2.3k

genre: contemporary drama, you're definitly going to get second hand embarrassment, cozy fluff

pairing: leo x reader, attempted isabella x leo

reader: gender neutral, they/them

requested: hell yeah

warnings: mild swearing, roommate tries to steal your man once again, mentions of various mainstream vampire media (twilight, the vampire diaries etc.), brief mention of castlevania (even though i haven't seen it yet lol), breif mention of videogames and assassins creed, very mild delusion (roommate is secretly convinced leo is a vampire that's in love with her), attempted age gap relationship (she's 17 and leo's 19, he shuts that down real fast), very bad poetry

summary: You and Leo are both looking foward to spending a long weekend together, and Leo is determined not to let anything interrupt it, even if it means turning down your roommate's attempts to seduce him in the kitchen.

a/n: absolutley no hate or shade or judgement to anyone who has the same or similar traits as isabella!!!!!! at her core she's annoying because she's the antagonist, not bc of any isolated trait or traits

also she's shitty cause she keeps trying to steal your boyfriend?????

Edit: I forgot to mention before, but this is a college au where you're both still demigods, so you went to camp and on quests and stuff together

This weekend is going to be all about recharging. Recharging from the ridiculous back to back closing and opening shifts at work, recharging from having to redo that stupid project twice because your professor couldn’t decide on a clear way to define the criteria, and recharging from Isabella having her townie friend Regan over almost non stop to “completely shake up her look” as she put it.

Between the constant presence of someone you’d barely consider an acquaintance and Big Time Rush’s self titled album blasting on repeat out of her giant airpod shaped speaker, it’s been harder than usual to get in some effective self care. You have no idea how many more times you can hear the phrase “I’m going for Jade West meets Elena Gilbert, with just a little Buffy Summers” before you lose your fucking mind.

Thankfully, the hard part is almost over. There’s some minor holiday tomorrow on friday, so you and Leo both have a three day weekend ahead of you, which you intend to spend entirely together. You planned ahead, frontloading homework, chores, errands, and everything you could think of to remove anything that isn’t cuddling or playing video games and watching netflix together from your horizon.

This includes going straight from work to the grocery store to stock the fridge and get any snacks you and Leo want. You had texted him a while ago asking for anything he was craving, and head into the store with a concrete list. After a while, you circle around some aisles, avoiding the check out.

“I feel like I’m forgetting something,” you muse, knowing it’s untrue, but hoping to trigger a memory anyway. You can’t put it off any longer, finally checking out and heading back to your apartment. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t avoiding Isabella just a little.

You know bringing in all these groceries would be way easier with Isabella and possibly Regan’s help, but you just don’t have the social energy to talk to anyone, much less her, right now. By some miracle, you bring everything in yourself, and hope to get it put away before you see Isabella.

You turn to the freezer, putting away the ice cream. When you turn back around, you’re suddenly met face to face with Isabella, who has opened one of the boxes and is picking at a pastry.

“Hey girlie,” she says, elongating the hey.

“Hey,” you reply lethargically, putting the last of the groceries away. She looks at the pastry in her hand like she’s just noticing it.

“Sorry, I can’t help it, I’m italian.” She smiles, endeared by her own behavior. You have no idea what being italian has to do with asking before you open a box of your roommate’s food, but this really isn’t out of character for her. She brings up the fact that she’s half italian more than Lele Pons blames her behavior on being latina.

She’s wearing sweatpants that say chaser on the leg in red and gold varsity font, and a tight tee shirt that says “it’s okay to love them both” with silhouettes of the male love interests from one of the vampire shows she always watches. You collect the plastic bags to put in recycling, and see a piece of paper on the counter.

It reads as follows:

Drowning in my mind

No one hears me cry

Who was I before society

Before society put me in a pink dress

And handed me blonde hair dye

And told me to lose ten pounds or be labeled a freak?

The happiest people cry the most

Let the lyrics be your story

But I’m not like the other skinny blonde pretty girls

I’m

Different

-b.g. xox

You hold back a sigh.

“I think this is yours.” you say, handing it to her.

“Oh, it’s just some of my poetry I left lying around, that’s so embarrassing.”

I know, you think, you do that all the time.

“Did you read it?” She asks, hopefully.

“Nope.”

“Thank god, that would have been so embarrassing. My poetry is something really… deep, and personal to me.”

“Uh huh. Hey, I’m going to be doing a lot of self care this weekend, so-”

“Oh!” she interjects, eerily similar to Phoebe Buffay - you guess she’s been watching friends again - “I wanted to ask… is Leo coming over later?” Her voice is riddled with subtext, the expression on her face a little too invested in your answer.

“Uh, yeah. I told you the other day we’re spending the weekend together…”

She cuts you off again, a sudden, intense look on her face.

“When will he be here?”

You check your phone, scrolling through your recent texts.

“By 7 at the latest.” It’s around 6:40 now.

“Oh my god, I have to change,” she rushes back to her room, presumably digging through her recent additions to her closet.

You’re frozen for a minute after the interaction, left with a furrowed brow and the beginnings of a headache. You blink, then choose to reschedule processing why she feels the need to change for your boyfriend to a more convenient time. That’s enough of that for today. You don’t care what else happens, you’re not talking to anyone besides Leo for at least the rest of the day. You retreat to your room to finally shower and change into something comfy. As you pass by Isabella’s room, you hear her talking to Regan.

“...There’s something almost… supernatural about him.”

You bite back a laugh.

“Do you think he’s a…” Regan begins, ending the sentence with something too quiet to hear, but you’d bet almost any organ she said vampire.

So close. So, so close, and yet… here you are.

Not much later, Leo texts you to let you know he’s here. You read his text, and run out to hug him in the living room before even typing a reply. He picks you up, and spins you around. The embrace is warm and fulfilling and familiar, and you wish it would last forever.

“Hi, Sparky.” you murmur into his neck.

“Estrella…” he says, rocking you back and forth gently and pressing a kiss into your jawline, “I missed you so much.” He punctuates the sentence with another kiss, this one to your lips, and you smile more genuinely than you have all day. You’re about to agree when you remember the good news you’ve been saving to tell him in person.

“Guess what I got on sale for like, half off,” you start, excitedly, continuing at his invested expression, “the Assassin’s Creed bundle I showed you!”

“No way,” he starts, and you nod.

“I’ll go get everything set up, drinks are in the kitchen!” He watches you retreat into your room, disbelieving how he could possibly get someone as perfect as you to fall for him. He’s not going to question his luck. He grabs a couple caffeinated sparkling ices, and meets you in your room, setting down his bag and grabbing some comfy clothes to change into.

As you both get settled in, you fill each other in on all the ridiculous shit you’ve been through this week. You finally conclude the bizarre - yet somehow standard - Isabella escapades.

“So I will be avoiding all contact as much as possible,” you laugh.

“Yeah, no shit,” he agrees, “Consider me your human buffer.” You thank him, hugging him again and pressing a kiss to his lips.

The next couple hours are spent cuddling and finishing season 4 of Castlevania. Both reeling from the season finale, you agree this is a good place to take a break, get some food, and decide what game you should start with. It’s already 10pm, which most people would consider too late for dinner, but you have all weekend to fuck up your sleep schedules.

“Let’s review,” Isabella says, holding up two red lipsticks. She turns to Regan. “Which one?”

“That one,” Regan says, pointing to the one on the left, then turns to her list, and continues. “Here’s what we know; we’ve never seen him eat, and he never seems tired. He’s really smart-”

“Almost too smart,” Isabella adds, selecting black rose dangle earrings from her jewelry. Regan agrees, and continues.

“He’s almost hypnotically attractive, and his smile is a little too dazzling.”

“There’s something… supernatural about him. Like he’s not… all human.”

Regan writes this down.

“Plus he’s always wearing black and red, and those flowy button up shirts? It’s all adding up, Ree. That dream that someone was outside my window, the ring, everything…” She says, referencing the black and red cocktail ring she’d found with her stuff when she’d first moved, “I’m not saying it’s definite, just that… there’s a chance.”

“What about…” Regan says hesitantly, nodding toward your room.

“Please,” she scoffs, “he’s only with them to get close to me, like Damon and Caroline. Edward couldn’t have just approached Bella out of the blue, he had to infiltrate her friend group first, to seem less suspicious. Not to sound mean or anything, but they really don’t seem like the type someone… like him… would choose.” her voice gets dreamy when she mentions him.

In spite of having seen most mainstream vampire media almost as many times as Isabella, Regan still considers her the expert on these things, and decides not to point out that Edward didn’t infiltrate Bella’s friend group. Maybe it comes up in one of the retellings she hasn’t read yet.

“So, what now?”

Isabella sets down her lipstick, and turns to her friend.

“I tell him.”

Regan’s eyes widen.

“You’re going to tell him you know?”

“No… not yet. It’s too soon, we don’t have enough evidence. I’m going to tell him I know he’s in love with me, then once he’s secure in our relationship... we’ll see where it goes.”

She stands up, assessing herself in the mirror. She chose her outfit carefully; short red dress with black roses and black mesh collar, black rose bracelet to match her earrings, snug faux leather jacket, and black stiletto ankle booties with a very skinny heel, the zipper on the outside gold, not silver. She fluffs her wavy hair and turns towards the door. She looks back one more time, holding onto the doorway.

“Wish me luck.”

Leo enters the kitchen, seeing Isabella already there, leaning against the counter seductively. She’s wearing an outfit and jewelry this late at night that makes Leo wonder if she’s going to an emo tea party. He puts the takeout in the microwave. She’s still staring at him.

“Uh… hey.”

She lets out a dainty giggle, looking him up and down.

“... Hi.”

At a loss for words, and really wanting the awkward silence to be over, he continues, “Did you need something?”

“What I need,” she walks closer to him, tracing her finger over his collar, “is you.”

What the fuck?

His brain seems to stall for a moment, and she uses this opportunity to continue.

“I know why you’re here. I know that you’re only using them to get closer to me. I know-”

“Woah-”

“That you’re in love with me.”

Okay, double what the fuck.

She takes his stunned silence as shyness, and steps closer, putting her arms around his shoulders.

“You don’t need to play so coy, I-”

This time she’s the one that gets cut off. He grabs her arms and gently steps away, trying to make it abundantly clear that he’s not into this.

“Woah, okay, slow down. First of all, you’re 17 and I’m turning 20 in a couple months, so that’s a hard no. Second, I don’t know where you got this idea, but I am not dating them to get closer to you. We’ve known each other since we were like, 15, and have been through everything together. I’ve only known you for a couple months. I love them. Probably more than I’ve loved anything ever. I thought that was pretty obvious.”

He doesn’t want to be mean, he really doesn’t, but he can tell from the look on her face that she still thinks this is all part of some game.

“So why don’t I ever see you eat? Why are you so smart, and always up at night? I know what you are.”

He has to physically hold back a laugh. He takes a step back, and places his hands on the counter.

“Isabella, I have adhd. And I’m literally an engineering student. Why wouldn’t I be smart and have a shitty sleep schedule?”

She starts to protest, and he pulls out the reheated take out from the microwave.

“And for the record, I do eat.”

Exiting the kitchen quickly and retreating back to your room, he hands you your food.

“I got the game set up!” you say excitedly.

“Nice!”

You take one look at his face and can tell something happened. He sees this, and continues.

“I just had a very… interesting interaction with Isabella,” before he finishes the sentence, your head is already in your hands. You let out a groan.

“What did she do?” you mutter from behind your hands.

He pulls you into his lap, rubbing your back.

“I’m not totally sure,” you laugh, “but I think she thinks I’m secretly in love with her…” you’re both laughing before he can even finish the sentence.

“No…” you laugh, “no fucking way…”

“Believe me, I put an end to that as soon as it started.”

“Oh, I do.”

He runs his hand over your back, and you’re quiet for a moment.

“You know,” he continues, “I think getting our own place has definitely moved up the priority list.”

You couldn’t agree more.

#leo valdez x reader #leo x reader #leo valdez #leo valdez imagine #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader

[theimmaterialplace]

holding on | emily prentiss x reader & spencer reid x reader | ch. 1: prologue

Summary: Emily is an easy person to love, even if you shouldn't. This becomes apparent when she leaves you after two years of hiding your relationship, if you could call it that, with just a text. It's not long after that you are alerted with news of her death and you break down completely. Confiding in Spencer, the one to introduce the two of you, seemed like a good idea at the time but it becomes something more. You slowly begin to heal and then one day you see her, alive and well, and every feeling you have for her comes back to you. You're met with both your present and your past and you don't know what to do.

Contains: female!reader, bisexual!reader, friends with benefits/ hidden relationships, mentions of death, angst, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 2k

A.N: I like making things complicated and messy so here we are! I hope you enjoy whatever the hell this is! Also, this is first time writing for cm so sorry if the characterization is off; we’ll get there eventually!

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I want to be the power ballad that lifts you up and hold you down

I wanna be the broken love song that feeds your misery

And I can wish all I want, but it won't bring us together

Plus I know whatever happens to me

I know it's for the better

- Phoebe Bridgers, "Waiting Room"

It’s not uncommon for you to wait on Emily but even this is a new level of tardiness you’ve never encountered with her. She’s nothing if not kind and always alerts you when she’s on a new case or has to reschedule. It worries you to say the least.

You really shouldn’t care this much for her but mistakes are supposed to be made. It’s just that you can’t even begin to consider Emily a mistake but if she is one, she’s the best mistake you’ve ever made.

Sometimes, you think she looks at you with something akin to adoration in her eyes and it takes every bit of your control not to look at her with that same exact look. She’s a profiler, after all, and you’re typically one to wear your heart on your sleeve but she made herself very clear in the beginning.

Your agreement was simply just a friends with benefits situation, no feelings involved. That lasted for a while, truly. You had managed a little over a year with her before you realized that the feeling in your stomach was the fluttering of butterflies. It had frightened you but you decided that she was worth it, even if the decision might come back to haunt you.

Twirling the wine of glass in your hand, you contemplate calling her but decide against it because you don’t want to seem desperate. It may be an accurate description but you weren’t going to show that. Ignoring the waiter who’s been shooting you knowing looks for the past hour, you decide just to leave. You call the waiter over and ask for the check. He just nods at your words; his eyes filled with pity and it pisses you off more than anything,

It’s not that you care that you got stood up because you understand that her work is demanding. It’s more that you’re worried for her because she’s been inactive and short in her recent messages. You hadn’t received a good morning or good night text in days. It makes you wonder if she’s finally gotten sick of you. You’d like to believe that she would at least grace you with a text informing you of this decision but you’re not the best at predicting her.

Emily is a very closed off person and you respect that, you do. It’s just sometimes you wish she didn’t compartmentalize every part of her life into tiny, separate boxes. She likes to pretend that you and Spencer aren’t friends, even though it’s how you were originally met. She tells you that no one needs to know and at the beginning, you were okay with this but lying to Spencer is something you wish you didn’t have to do.

You have to pretend not to know every little bit of Emily she shares with you that she also shares with her team and try not to focus on every little detail he shares about her that you don’t already know. You feel a bit guilty but you figure that she wouldn’t really mind. The only thing that would make her annoyed, never mad because she says anger is useless, is if you mixed her personal life with her work life. You understand to a degree but you also wish that you didn’t have to hide.

Clearly, you were too far gone for her. You always had to take a step back and remember that you weren’t in a relationship with her. If only she didn’t make it so easy to love her. When this ended, you were going to end up heartbroken and that was okay with you. You had accepted that a long time ago but now that you’re actually faced with the inevitable, it scares you.

Emily Prentiss was not the first woman you were with but she’ll be the one to always haunt you. She’s shaped you into the person you are today without even knowing it. You’ll never regret your decision to be with her but you’ll always be left with the “what ifs”.

Lost in your thoughts, you don’t notice the man who sits across from you and it’s only until he coughs that he brings you back to reality.

He’s handsome in a rugged sort of way. If you weren’t so enamored with Emily, he surely would have fired something in you but as it is, she is the only one able to cause a spark in you.

“Hi, I saw you here and couldn’t help but notice how you’re alone. Such a shame since you seem like such a catch.” His voice fits him well and he has a nice smile despite its crookedness.

“Ah, my date couldn’t make it. I guess he got busy with work or something. It happens to the best of us.” His eyes narrow the slightest bit at use of “he” and you wonder why. He’s the one hitting on you, after all. It’s gone as soon as it comes and he’s back to those kind eyes.

“Oh, he’s one of those. Well, I know when I’m unwanted when I hear it. Have a lovely night…” He shoots you one last smile and gets up and leaves the restaurant. The waiter shows up and you pay immediately and get into your car as soon as you can.

It’s only when you arrive at home do you see it. You have one new message from Emily and it brings a smile to your face until you see the contents.

Emily <3

I think it’s time we called it quits.

Don’t contact me anymore.

Goodbye.

At first, you feel nothing. You reread it and reread it until it’s practically ingrained into your vision. You knew it was coming but seeing it actually made it real and before you know it, you’re crying.

You feel like a fool because you’ve known that this was just a casual thing for her. It doesn’t make it any easier to accept. Perhaps what hurts the most is her demand to not contact her anymore. You would have been fine, loving her at a distance but remaining friends. Emily cutting you off completely had never been a possibility in your mind. It almost makes you want to laugh though because although you’d never thought of it, it’s such an Emily thing to do. You just never thought it’d be something to happen to you.

A fool, you might be, but better to have loved than to have not. It’s like you had thought earlier, Emily would never leave you, even if she had in person. There would always be reminders of her in your life; in the interior design of your home, in the music you listened to, in the movies and books you had shared together, and in the hidden, ignored corners of your heart.

It hurt. God, did her short messages pain you but you’d seen it coming. You had time to accept it but that did nothing to quell the tears that fell down your face or the sobs that wracked your body.

You cry yourself to sleep, still in the dress she bought you, the one she said you looked your best in and always brought out her coyness to the fullest.

When you wake up, you’re thankful it’s a Saturday because you can’t imagine facing anyone today. The most you want to do is get drunk on every bottle of wine you own, which is quite a few. You hope it’ll be enough to keep your mind off of Emily.

You go to the bathroom and you can’t help but wince at the image you make. Your makeup has run all over your face and you look like la llorona with the mascara and eyeliner running down your cheeks. Your lipstick is smeared beyond comprehension and overall, you look like a mess, not even a hot one at that.

You look like the stereotypical girl who has just gotten heartbroken and so you scrub it all off until your skin is clear of the previous night’s emotions. You change into something comfortable, throwing the dress into the hamper rather than the trash because you can’t bear the thought of throwing away things from her. Maybe it’d be the smart thing to do but you can’t.

You’re in a sort of limbo and you’re unsure of where to go from here. You’ve accidentally built up your life around her and now that she’s gone, you’re left with nothing but yourself.

-

It’s only a week later that Spencer shows up to your place, looking worse for wear. He looks like you did on that day when Emily broke up with you but worse. His eyes are bloodshot and his nose is bright red against his pale complexion.

“Um, could I come in?” His voice cracks and he only shrinks further into himself and you nod at him, opening the door to accompany his skinny frame.

You guide him to your couch and place the cup of tea you had made for yourself into his hands since it seemed like they needed something in them with all the twitching they were doing.

You sit in silence, knowing that whatever he had to say would eventually come out.

His tea has stopped steaming when he finally speaks up. “Today, my colleague was taken by the person she had been chasing after. We found her and apprehended the person she had been chasing but… But we were too late. By the time we had gotten there, she was already wounded and she was pronounced dead two hours, thirteen minutes, and twenty seven seconds ago. She’s dead and I never got to say goodbye.” With his proclamation, his tears begin again and you take the cup from his hands.

“May I hug you, Spencer?” He nods and that’s all it takes for you to take him into your arms. He sobs into the crook of your neck. It’s hard to connect the image of the nerd you know and care for to the man who’s breaking down in your arms. You rub soothing circles on his back and try to keep up with his words but they’re too quiet and unintelligible to your ears.

The both of you sit there like that for a while. It could have been five minutes or an hour but you can’t tell and you bet he can’t either.

When he finally runs out of tears, he whispers something so quietly that you think you’ve misheard him.

“I never got to say goodbye to Emily.”

Emily . She’s his colleague. He had said she in his retelling of the events. It takes your breath away and you have to stop the tears from coming on because you’re not supposed to care for her, not like this. Not in front of anybody, especially not Spencer.

She’s dead. Emily is dead. It’s a truth you don’t want to accept. It makes you glad that Spencer is still hidden in your neck because you’re sure your face can only show the agony you feel over such a reveal.

Your worst nightmare has come true, it seems. You don’t want this. Anything but her leaving you permanently. She can’t be dead, not the woman who’s changed you so irrevocably and made you feel like life was worth living.

You could accept loving her in quiet, away from her, but not at the cost of her death. You can’t deal with this, not when Spencer needs you so push it away. You shove the pain and agony down until you’re numb.

You’re supposed to be nothing but an acquaintance to her. She hadn’t even loved you. You shouldn’t feel like your heart has been ripped violently from your body and that your soul will always have an Emily sized hole left in the wake of her death.

You focus on Spencer so that you don’t break down and you’re grateful that he doesn’t notice your little episode. You can’t confront this in front of anybody. It’s better to deal with your grief in private, just like everything else you did with Emily. It made sense for the last thing you’ll ever do for her to stay quiet and watch from afar.

#emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x female reader #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #emily prentiss fanfiction #spencer reid fanfiction #my writing #holding on

[apinchofm]

Wrote this after some thoughts I had on Tumblr about Marcus and Jack and Matthew. Angst, family drama and some fluff at the end.

"No," 

Marcus doesn't like agreeing with his uncle, it's usually a lot of fun when they are disagreeing. But they agree on something  - Jack Blackfriars is a liability and needs to be eradicated like his older brother Benjamin.

Like most of his family in New Orleans had to. 

Funnily, Matthew seemed to think there was something special about this vampire who he hugged, and called his son, and was extremely proud of, despite his murderous rage.

Marcus didn't think so.

Diana looks at her stepson, surprised, "I thought you would stand by our scion?" 

"With all due respect, I answer to Baldwin, not you. He says no. I say no." Marcus snapped at Diana, "I thought we were trying to ensure blood rage didn't come back. That was the excuse you gave me, isn't it Matthew?" 

Phoebe slowly wrapped her arm around Marcus', not because she was scared but because she had a feeling he wouldn't try to attack Jack or his father if she was right next to him. Pretty sure. 

Not very sure, actually. He felt cold and tense and the way Matthew and he were glaring at each other was making everyone uncomfortable.

Matthew looks at his son, disappointment in his eyes. Not a new look, a look he's been on the receiving end of hundreds, if not a thousand times. "Marcus, he's your brother."

"Is he?" Marcus asked sarcastically, "Apologies, I don't recall him from my youth. No, never met him.  I do remember all the trouble he caused by slaughtering multiple women in Oxford. That's the first time I'd ever heard of him." He turns to his uncle, "No, is my final vote. Somebody has to attempt to be sensible in my father's family."

Jack is voted into the family, which Baldwin accepts as head of the family and they have a dinner to welcome him. But Marcus is angrier than he is polite and leaves halfway through. Phoebe looks at him, worriedly when he stands, as do the rest of the family. 

"Welcome to the family, brother. Do try not to kill any more people," Marcus sniped on his way out and Jack bowed his head. He ignored Matthew and Diana's looks.

"He'll come around," Matthew said reassuringly, rubbing Jack's shoulder.

"You really don't understand him, do you?" Phoebe said crisply. He glared at her. Matthew de Clermont didn't scare her, no matter how much he tried. 

Marcus returned to Sept-Tours, hours later with Gallowglass who fetched him and seemed to negotiate with him to come home (and by the blood on Marcus' shirt, a deer was also part of the price) 

Phoebe was sitting on the bed, in her pyjamas when he returns. He sends her a small smile before ridding himself of his bloodstained clothes. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" Phoebe asks quietly when he's showered and changed, leaning against the dresser. He looks up at her and notes her satin pyjamas.

"You're cold, let me sort the fire," Marcus says instead and does so. 

"Marcus..." 

He laughs, without mirth, as he paces afterwards. "In nearly 300 years, he's never once defended me so fiercely. And now, he tells me to defend my new 'brother'" He scoffs, more cruelly than Phoebe ever thought possible, "Who has done nothing but brutalise everyone. Tried to kill you." 

"I'm fine, Marcus," Phoebe insisted. He continued pacing angrily, almost not hearing her.

"My children, Phoebe, my children..." Marcus said, through gritted teeth, trying to hold back tears, "My children had to die, screaming. And he gets to live."

Phoebe just let him be angry. She didn't know what to say. How could she speak to the grief of losing children? The anger of betrayal he felt? The craving for approval from a parent who was reluctant to give it?

She shouldn't do it. He did warn her never to go near him if he was angry. An angry vampire was dangerous, even around those they loved. But she quickly scrambled off the bed and wrapped her arms around him.

"Phoebe... get off me."

"Nope."

"Phoebe, I don't want to hurt you..." Marcus warned. She stubbornly held on, resting her head on his chest.

"Then you won't," Phoebe replied, her voice muffled by his chest. She was holding on to him for dear life as he tried to push her away. He could've easily done it.

"Phoebe," He almost growled. But still, she didn't let him go.

"It's okay. You are okay." Phoebe said, rubbing soothing circles on his back "I know it doesn't feel like it but just listen to my heartbeat. Listen and stay calm." 

He let out a shaky breath and finally wrapped his arms around her too, burying his face in her curls and inhaling her scent, listening to the rhythmic beat of her heart.

He kisses her deeply, before leaning his forehead against hers, "I love you, so so much."

"I love you too," Phoebe whispers back and presses another small kiss to his lips, before pulling away. She moved back to the bed and lay down, invitingly.

 Marcus raised an eyebrow and smirked, "Phoebe..." He warned, but his tone was lighter than before. 

"Let me distract you," Phoebe replied. This is how she distracted him, all those months when things were difficult. How she would get him to come to bed when he'd been up three days in a row, on the phone, giving out orders. 

She couldn't fix everything but for a few hours, he could bury himself in her and briefly forget the pain he was in.

Marcus sped over to her, caging her in his arms. Phoebe leant up on her elbows, so they were face to face. Marcus looked over and nipped at her lips.

He groans as he runs his hands run up and down her body before giving in and pinning her hands on either side of her head. "I may hate myself in the morning. You may hate me," 

"No, I won't," Phoebe replied, wrapping her legs around him, "Just don't go anywhere, don't fight anyone and we'll be fine."

#marcus x phoebe #adow fic #marcus whitmore #phoebe taylor #angst #matthew clairmont #diana bishop #gallowglass de clermont #jack blackfriars #disaster father and son

[galraluver]

Scenario for how ezor zethrid acxa and lotor would react to see narti not only alive but has a daughter? I know narti would probably be scared and very protective of her baby when she sees lotor.

Sure thing! I'll try my best

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Ever since Narti found out that she and (Y/n) managed to conceive a child together their lives changed in a way they never would have expected. On the day Narti laid her egg it'd been one of the most painful things she had experienced; nearly getting killed was far more painful than pushing an egg out of her body, although laying an egg was still really painful. (Y/n) felt guilty for being the cause of his mate's painful experience, thankfully from the time she went into labor to after she laid her egg only lasted around five vargas. Their child ended up being a girl, (Y/n) promised Narti that he would do anything to protect her and their little girl. He felt nothing but love for their daughter as soon as she hatched and he got to hold her for the very first time, the only thing about her that seemed unnatural to him was their daughter wouldn't need to drink milk; Nav was mostly reptilian like her mother, but she had eyes and could speak like him, although she didn't start talking until she was almost a deca-phoeb old.

(Y/n) and Narti loved their daughter more than the universe itself, they would do anything to protect her from harm. However, their peaceful life would soon be disturbed when a certain galtean prince and his three remaining generals arrived on the planet Narti and her little family were hidden on. When Lotor, Ezor, Acxa and Zethrid landed on a planet they had never been to before Lotor sent Acxa, Ezor and Zethrid to see if anyone was around. They stayed together as they walked through the forest until they came across a house after a while. The house itself wasn't out of the ordinary, but who they saw sitting in the grass was; none of them could believe who they saw, they thought she had been killed.

"Is that who I think it is?" Ezor whisper-asked as she, Zethrid and Acxa hid in the bushes to avoid being seen by their old colleague.

"It's Narti." Zethrid whispered in pure shock, her large eyes looking even bigger than usual; they all saw Lotor kill Narti, or at least they thought that they did.

"(Y/n) must have saved her." Acxa concluded, peering out of the bushes while standing next to a tree.

Narti, Kova and Nav were enjoying the nice weather while (Y/n) was out hunting for dinner; Narti enjoyed hunting, but she wanted to stay behind to keep an eye on Nav who was too young to be left alone. However, when Narti heard whispering she stood up and got into a defensive position; someone was watching her and she knew who it was. Nav had been startled by Narti's defensive behavior and hid behind her mother, knowing what danger was after being told multiple times to always be careful whenever she was outside. Acxa looked at Ezor and Ezor looked at Zethrid, the three of them knowing that there was no point in hiding anymore. Zethrid and Acxa didn't want to be the first ones to give away their position, so Ezor had to do it for them.

"Narti?" Ezor asked in disbelief, being the first one to step out of the bushes.

"We thought you were dead." Zethrid said quietly, following her girlfriend out of the bushes.

Acxa didn't say anything as she followed Zethrid, keeping her distance since she wasn't sure what to expect. Narti was beyond shocked to see Acxa, Ezor and Zethrid there with Kova's help; she thought that she, her husband and their daughter were completely hidden, she should have known it was too good to be true. Narti relaxed a little after a few moments, allowing Ezor to hug her and she reciprocated the friendly gesture. Ezor was always friendly to those she was close to, even when one of those people were practically banished from the galra empire. Nav peeked out from behind her mother to look at the three strangers, curious as to why one of them was hugging her mother.

"I see that you and (Y/n) have a kit." Acxa noted out loud, looking down at Nav who had been looking up at her.

"Awww, she's so cute!" Ezor added with excitement, waving at Nav after she and Narti let go of each other.

Nav shyly looked up at Ezor, Acxa and Zethrid, not sure what to think of them as Narti bent down, picked her up and held her as she stood back up. Zethrid smiled at Nav, feeling oddly happy that Narti was now a mother of an adorable daughter. It was incredibly rare for a galra hybrid to conceive any children during their life, so Nav was really a miracle child. While the four women caught up with each other Lotor was becoming curious as to where his three generals were, so he went to look for them. When he eventually found them talking to Narti he was angry; he killed Narti because in eyes she was a traitor, he decided to kill her again and make sure she was dead.

"What is the meaning of this?" Lotor questioned angrily as he stormed towards Narti, sword drawn and by his side.

Everyone jumped in shock and looked at Lotor when they heard him, none of them were expecting him to just pop out of nowhere. Narti was scared but protective at the same time, she refused to let Lotor harm her or her daughter. She was scared that Lotor was going to try to kill her again and kill Nav too, she wouldn't put it past him to kill an innocent child just because Nav was blood related to her. Nav panicked when Lotor stormed towards her mother and she began to cry, burying her face in the crook of Narti's neck in an attempt to hide from the scary man. Before Lotor could get too close to Narti, Ezor and Zethrid got in front of her in a way to protect her from Lotor's wrath.

"Lotor, don't do anything that you'll regret." Ezor said as calmly as she could in an attempt to defuse the situation, she refused to let Lotor kill Narti and Nav.

Lotor glared at Ezor before turning his attention back to Narti, glaring at her with an evil grin. Thankfully before he could raise his sword (Y/n) had come home from his hunting trip, immediately dropping the animal he killed so that he could protect his mate and their daughter. He barreled towards Lotor and growled, fully prepared to fight the galtean prince to the death if he had to; he refused to let anyone kill or harm them.

"Lotor." (Y/n) growled angrily once he stood between Narti and Lotor, bearing his teeth at the other man.

"(Y/n), stand aside!" Lotor growled in response, pointing the tip of his sword in the direction of Narti's husband.

"Leave here now! You've gone this long not knowing that we're here, now leave us alone!" (Y/n) growled louder, not backing down from the potential fight.

"Fine, we'll leave. Acxa, Ezor, Zethrid, come!" Lotor snapped, putting his sword back into its sheath before turning around and walking away.

Acxa glanced at Narti and her daughter before following Lotor, not saying anything; she didn't like how Lotor treated others, unfortunately at the time she wasn't able to leave. Zethrid said a quick goodbye to (Y/n) and Narti before following Acxa, wishing that Lotor wasn't so huffy. Ezor was the last to leave, wishing (Y/n) and Narti good luck before leaving; she would have liked to hold Nav, but unfortunately Lotor was in a hurry to leave. Lotor never wanted to see Narti again, so he swore to never return to the planet she lived on; even he knew when to leave the past in the past. Narti, (Y/n) and Nav watched as they left before (Y/n) went to go retrieve the dead animal he dropped earlier, grateful that he came home before his wife and daughter were murdered. From then on Narti and her little family wouldn't be bothered by Lotor again, the three of them able to enjoy their peaceful life together.

#Narti #VLD Narti #Narti x Reader #Lotor #VLD Lotor #Acxa #VLD Acxa #Ezor #VLD Ezor #Zethrid #VLD Zethrid #Galra

[lapinmiel]

Mirror, Mirror

Felix and OC (Female), 1,8K. (Part 1)

Phoebe’s life was never one of an adventure, even as a vampire — after being discovered by the Volturi for her talent, she finds herself running away from the world’s most powerful organization, and soon she finds herself in a complete lie and truth situation, with the anchor of her lover leading her to his side.

Part 1, Part 2

None of the nights were calm anymore, it was always a chaser behind, and there was always an obstacle to be faced ahead. Days were filled with blood and dread, and she wished she could close her eyes for a night and never wake up again.

He called it “teenage dread” which made her very sad and furious, because she had been alive for fifty years now, how the hell could she have a teenage dread now? She had never heard it before anyway, she was past her teens — more like early twenties, but she didn’t remember her birthday. Her thoughts were like water droplets in a bucket of water swaying left to right, purely disordered.

And now, she was dealing with another threat: the damn Volturi were after her.

The night they realized there was a vampire out there who could mirror any talent was the night her life as a free vampire had ended. She had never seen the Volturi before, but she’d heard about them from Saladin’s stories, and all those were horrible. From executing clans to poaching lone vampires, they gained form as soulless monsters in her imagination, and she was not ready to face them.

And when the night of her planned poaching had come, she was surprised, because even Jane, the little one was a monster in her mind but, she was barely half of her height, which made things complicated for her. She knew she could kill Jane in a heartbeat, it was one of her skills after all, but would she feel comfortable killing a child? She didn’t know, but she realized she would have to do it one day rather quickly.

“Phoebe.” Jane’s dead, stone-cold voice had traveled the air and reached her. “I propose you join us, and we will let your creator be free.”

It wasn’t an easy choice. It wasn’t a choice. Saladin had told her before, the Volturi does not forgive. The Volturi does not tell the truth. If she joined them, Saladin would be dead by dawn, and she would have to spend her whole life serving for three marble like (but much uglier) creatures to death. Her aspirations didn’t fit theirs, and her sense of freedom definitely wasn’t a thing that they could inspire. It wasn’t the right band of people to be sent to offer a union anyway, a little agony machine, a man with eyes of mischief and another one with a door like figure that looked like it would take him a single wrong lettering of a name to crush your skull to a jelly. Besides, the men looked slightly attractive, and it wasn’t for the easy lover like Phoebe to resist men like that easily.

She refused. No hesitation was found in her noise, no twitching of hands — and in a second of leaves falling from the trees, she felt thousands of needles trying to penetrate through her skin. Her mind took action in an instant and the three vampires fell on the ground. She used the chance to turn around and tell Saladin to run away, but he had already, and when she tried running, she felt something around her neck.

The arm, or whatever it was that choked her, felt like a tight rope, much like when she was drowning in her human life. She tried putting her hand around it, but the force was far too powerful for her to slip her hand.

Then she acted out on her instinct, and kicked the figure behind her. The arm around her neck loosened, and she used the moment to run away.

It had been five days since the night happened, and they hadn’t stopped for more than two hours. “If we stop, they will find us.” Saladin had said to her earlier, he told her that the shorter man was called Dimitri, and he could find anyone, anywhere. He couldn’t risk staying in a place more than a couple of hours because he knew the Volturi would bring a whole army to poach Phoebe, and it wouldn’t matter whether his shield would be working or not. They had penetrators anyway, and he wasn’t looking to die in at least three hundred years from that moment on. They were running for hours, hunting, and running again. Saladin knew the Volturi were tracking their footsteps, and Demetri was on their necks like a crow.

It had been three hours since they’d stopped on a mountain in north Asia, and soon, it was going to be the time to move.

Phoebe had been thinking to say something for days, and the mountain range, which she didn’t know the name at, gave her the feeling of what would happen if I said, it doesn’t matter, and she wanted to go for it.

“You know what, Saladin.” She said in a breath. Saladin was busy with finishing his food. “I’m gonna say it.”

He looked up with curious eyes.

Phoebe poked the hand of her victim on the ground to fend off nervousness.

“You are the reason that we are running away now.” She looked up at Saladin. His eyes showed no emotion other than curiosity. “If you hadn’t put your shield down on the forest, we wouldn’t be here. We would be looking for Zareen like you wished.”

Saladin, licking the blood on his lips, got up and stood on the place like a mannequin. Phoebe was relieved now, because her thoughts had reached the belonging place, and now she could deal with his bickering for a couple of days. Better than keeping thoughts in a locked up place.

“Well, I am.” Much to her surprise, Saladin wasn’t angry. “But you must accept that it wasn’t intentional. I was distracted by the human. If I wasn’t, nothing would have happened.”

“Yeah, that’s the point.” She said. “If you weren’t. You should keep your guard up all times. You hadn’t one time, and we are being hunted down by the Volturi and you are probably going to get burned like a witch at a stake as if it was the Middle Ages!”

“I’m not you, Phoebe! My talent doesn’t work on its own, I have to focus on it.”

“I know.” She was feeling guilty for telling him what she thought now. It felt ungrateful.

“It doesn’t matter. We will survive this.” Saladin took a step towards her and put his hand on her shoulder. “We are going to find Zareen, and we are going to erase our existence from our world.”

He smiled, and embraced her tightly.

She knew it wasn’t completely his fault. She knew that it was a distraction that caused this all, yet, she couldn’t forgive him completely. No, it wasn’t a matter of forgiveness — it just felt wrong. It felt wrong that after living fifty years in peace, she now had to run away, and if they couldn’t find Zareen, they had to do it for their whole life. God knew how long would that be.

She was already getting bored with her life. Living in the shadows, hunting people, overpowering every being on the planet, being indestructible. A weakness was lacking, and her talent didn’t help at all. She was presumably the luckiest person in existence, and perfection was boring after spending decades being it.

After Saladin released her from his hug, they started running again. Hours and minutes were as light as a bird’s feathers, and later, they found themselves in the southern regions of the continent.

After hours of running, they stopped again, another mountain by a big city. Saladin felt like the place was quiet enough for him to catch any sound that sounded peculiar, and Phoebe thought that the trail around the mountain was the perfect place to hunt humans. They quickly ran around the mountain for a possible prey, and they fed on him to his last drop of blood once they found him. Within seconds, they felt powerful again.

In that little euphoria of feeding, Phoebe caught the glimpse of a plane flying right above their head. Her eyes glimmered. She turned and looked at Saladin to see whether he was thinking the same thing, but no, he definitely was thinking about his meal.

“Saladin.” Her voice brought surprise to Saladin again.

When he looked at her, she pointed upwards to the plane, but still, Saladin’s eyes were oblivious as ever. Maybe it is his old age, she thought.

“We can use planes.”

Saladin furrowed his brows.

“We can use planes to stop the Volturi from finding us. We’ll sneak into the cargo compartments during take off, and you’ll use your shield throughout the journey. When we land, we feed and look for Zareen. Then the Volturi will be confused.”

Saladin finally understood. Phoebe often felt like following him was a mistake, because despite his brilliant plans, he was often too slow at understanding her plans.

“They won’t be able to track us without thinking that something is wrong.”

“Yes!” Phoebe’s excitement was flowing through her veins. “No vampire uses technology. And I wasn’t born a thousand years ago.”

Saladin gave a quick smile. They agreed on the plan, and they quickly finished their meals. They arrived at the airport soon after. Phoebe offered playing a little game to choose which plane to sneak in, but Saladin, being his no-bullshit self, refused it, and choose the biggest plane. The logic behind it wasn’t clear to Phoebe, because he had never traveled by plane before, how could he know which plane flew where? Phoebe didn’t know it either, but judging from the size, it was likely going to America.

The plane they chose came to the runway about an hour later. They were waiting by the airport fences. When he felt ready, Saladin told Phoebe to run and lead him. She did as he wanted — just when the plane was about to start its engines, she run and entered the plane from the back tires.

The space was enormous, and Saladin look terrified. He knew he wouldn’t die even if something happened, and he knew that planes were completely safe after what Phoebe told him about them, but being in such a foreign object was giving him an extremely uneasy feeling, as if he was a human again and was sick with nausea. Taking off part felt like he was flying, not the machine, and after spending long hours, lading felt like falling.

The terror in his eyes when Phoebe told him to hold on to somewhere on the top of the compartment was remarkable, and Phoebe couldn’t contain her laughter when he saw him looking like a little scared puppy. While they were holding to the cables and parts of the plane, the tires got lowered, and for once Saladin felt thankful for his vampirism. At least I won’t be crushed by this thing, he thought.

Just as when the plane was getting out of the runway, Phoebe and Saladin jumped off the plane and run to the nearest fences. They jumped through them, and started running again.

It took a couple of seconds for Phoebe to realize it wasn’t morning and that they didn’t have to run away. She slowed down and told Saladin to do the same too. He came close to her to get her in his shield.

But it didn’t take long. The feelings that settled in Phoebe was not relaxation, but fear.

Because the signs on the streets didn’t read any English words. The people around them were not speaking English either. It was melodic, much more than her own language. And it was terrific too, because they were trying to run away from their hunters, not land in their homeland.

From the Writer: Just a heads up, my first language is not English and I struggle with choosing tenses when writing. If you see “had been” mixed with “was” or thing like that, please inform me. I can’t really differentiate them. By the way, Phoebe is not read the regular “Phee-bee” way, it’s more like “Pho-ee-bee”, because that’s how I pronounce it lol.

#twilight #volturi #felix #aro #fanfiction #imagine #bella swan #edward cullen #renesmee #vampire #new moon #eclipse #breaking dawn #midnight sun #alice cullen #jasper hale #rosalie hale #emmett cullen #esme cullen #carlisle cullen #charlie swan #jacob black #billy black #mirror mirror

[mrs-cavill-wife]

Forbidden Witch (2/?)

Pairing: Charles Brandon X Female Reader

Warning: Fantasy. Language. Forbidden Love. Tell me if I miss something.

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Riding for a few minutes, the boy was fun, he had many stories but I was grateful when he stopped chattering. I think this adventure exhausted him.

We arrived in Aluma and it was not difficult to find the castle, in a short time, we were well in freight for the construction. Aretuza was a beautiful place, but I had never seen such a magnificent castle, it was big, people were probably lost there. I approached the entrance and came across three soldiers, who immediately aimed the spears at me.

"Stop! Who's coming over there?"

I looked at them alerting them to stay quiet and I got off the horse slowly, the little prince was already asleep and I didn't want to find him. I think almost turning into monster food was a great experience, he needed to rest.

"Tsc-tsc. I don't think that's how you supposed to treat a lady. Especially when she saved and is in charge of the safety of her future king."

One of them approached to look closely and then looked at the others.

"Go, fast! Let your majesties know, Prince Eric has been found."

One of them ran inside the door, faster than a fox and I, even with the little boy, still had to wait outside. I looked at the blondie, and he slept soundly, hugging my Atlas, as if je were the most comfortable of the mattresses. Which is probably something he must have. Based on the aesthetics of the Castle, they must have everything from the good and the best, and even more.

"Eric! My little warrior!"

A voice, clearly desperate, screamed and, faster than her guard, the queen approached. A beautiful lady, blonde, thin but with curves, a beautiful green dress with gold details that matched with her hazel eyes and, of course, a simple but remarkable crown with rubies on the top of her head.

She approached me and the little boy, affectionately touching her face and then brushing her hair with her fingers. Her features were clear, pure happiness, relief and tears that I think, have been there since the little boy ran away. Eric woke up quickly with his mother touch and smiled softly, still tired.

She grabbed the boy, without caring about his soaked clothes, giving him a giant bear hug while sobbing.

"Oh my little prince, why? You know how worried your Mom is when you run away like that."

She said now looking at him with teary red eyes. I have to admit I felt bad for her.

"I think I'll have to put soldiers in to watch you again"

Again? Yeah, he didn't lie, and by the nickname "little warrior", I think he was really a little adventurer and a big runaway kid.

"Mom, I'm sorry and I'm fine. The witch saved me. Without her, I would be monster dinner right now."

Said the little troublemaker and after the brief moment of mother and son, the queen noticed me, gave a big smile and I bowed in respect, but she soon shook her head and held my hand.

"You, my young lady, no need to bow. You saved my son, my greatest treasure, you don't know how grateful I am. What's your name?"

I didn't knew exactly what to say. I looked at Eric and he just smiled comforting me.

"Oh.. your majesty.. I'm Cassandra, Cassandra of Boudicca.. and I just.. I just did what any sensible person would do."

"One way or another, me and your majesty, the king, we are very grateful, and by the way the king would love to meet you."

Meet me? Oh Lord, I can't say no to a queen, right? She's being so sweet with me but I'm even dressed properly to meet a king?

"My queen.. I.. well.."

"No no, I'll be offended if you refuse"

I sighed and nodded. The soldiers led the way and the queen took me into the huge castle, holding my right hand and with her son by the side, but within minutes he ran into a room with large wooden doors, apparently the throne room.

I thought we would get in there but the queen is still walking and I had no choice but to follow. We arrived at a door, it was opened and it was a beautiful room, with a huge bed that would probably fit three people, a nice balcony, a dressing table, a shelf with some books. The queen took me to the room on, had a huge mirror, a beautiful bathtub, prepared with some foam and next to it, a black girl with a simple dress, braided hair and a beautiful smile.

"This is Juliette, one of my chaperones, she's a wonderful lady, she will help you bathe and get ready."

The lady Juliette bowed at me and I looked surprised at the queen.

"Your majesty, that's not necessary, I.."

She cutted me before I could say something more.

"Darling, you can call me Madeline and maybe it's not necessary but I asked my man to treat your beautiful horse and I think you need too, besides.."

She grabbed a little cloth and gently rubbed under my nose wiping it. Something a mother would do. And I saw a little of blood when she pull away the cloth. Fire spells always consume a lot of my strength, occasionally, my nose would start bleeding and on the worst situation, I would pass out.

"..You look very exhausted, please, let my lady help you.."

Alright, maybe I need it and won't hurt, right?

I nodded causing the Queen and her lady to smile widely at me.

"Huh.. At least, lady Juliette, can she let me take care of my bath? By myself, please? I don't want to be disrespectful to your kindly, but I'm not used to undressing in front of anyone."

The queen smiled softly and nodded at Juliette and soon, she were our of bathroom.

"Darlin, one question. What's your favorite color?"

"Black!?"

I answered a little confused and she left me alone in the bathroom. I undressed and went into the warm water.

I would not feel comfortable naked in someone's presence, at all, even if I were a man.. I imagine that some people think I can be experient, I admit that I have a beautiful body, at least I think that I'm beautiful, attracts many masculine looks, I have been courted but always by men who saw me with a piece of meat or out of curiosity to know what spell a witch knows how to do between four walls. Pathetic.

The truth is that I have never been with a man, I have never fallen in love. When I was younger, I used to imagine what my future husband would be like. I imagined your details, I remember everything I liked.. He would be a tall man, defined body, fair, strong, sweet, romantic, noble, fair skin, blue eyes like the sky in a spring morning, dark hair like the night, short or maybe curly, lips chubby that would always leave me wanting more, hands that when..

Oh my God, stop Cassandra, you're not a teen anymore.. and it's not going to happen.

I blew away those stupid thoughts and got up from bathtub, grabbed a towel and wrapped around my body. When i arrived on room, I meet Lady Juliette, holding a box and next to her, on the bed, a simple, but for my eyes, a really gorgeous black dress.

"Oh my God, that's..?"

Lady Juliette laughed softly and opened the box, revealing a necklace.

"The queen want you to wear this for tonight. She thought you would like the style and it's also a gift for saving her son"

I don't wanted to sounds dramatic but it's beautiful, the dress, the necklace. I grabbed the dress and ran back to bathroom to get dressed. I admired myself on the mirror for a second and quickly, Juliette was behind me, helping me with the necklace.

"By your smile, I see you approved. The queen will love to know. Your majesties await for you on the throne room, I'll lead the way."

I nodded and followed Juliette to the throne room

Charles Brandon POV

Another beautiful morning. I woke up and rubbed my eyes, yawned getting up and wearing a shirt. I went to the window, opened the curtains and let the sunlight in. Oh, fresh air. Honestly, I could not have chosen a better place to be my home, in freight to a beautiful and immense river, around the splendid nature, far from the city, that noise makes me crazy, horses running, people screaming, songs out of tune, poor people begging for help and old "relationships" knocking on my door. That's peace right here.

I looked to the side. Seeing my wife, Phoebe and my little princess, my daughter Mackenzie. Christ, she is growing up so fast, she is only six years old now but she is a very smart little girl, loves to read, write and draw. She is the most special thing in the world for me.

I remember when Phoebe told me she was pregnant, four weeks after our wedding. I have always been a man who lives in the present, the now. But at that moment, I cared about the future, about me, about being a better man, something I never was and my wife suffered a lot from it, she would pretend to don't mind sleeping all alone almost every night, pretended not see me arriving late, often drunk, lipstick and sweat on my skin. Today I don't like to talk but, loyalty was never on my list of tasks, not before Phoebe give me someone so innocent, so sweet and pure, someone who depended on me. There's a Charles Brandon before Mackenzie, and another Charles Brandon after Mackenzie, and long before that, long before I met Phoebe, I was just a farmer's son.

How do I become Duke? Well, I was always in love with horses and swords, my father died when I was little and my mother was a queen's lady. I practically lived in the castle because of my mother's work, and this work, gave me a chance to see the soldiers training, fighting, riding, I just loved it and the captain ended up realizing my admiration, despite my young age, I became a helper, simply started carrying things, gave a little help with the horses. My dedication took me far, in a short time I cleaned the armor and then I was sharpening and testing the swords and when I really became a man, after my mother died of natural causes, with the blessing of King Edward, I became knights, soldier, one of the best.

Going to war was incredible for me, it seems sick but I liked to cut off heads, tear apart, see blood and defend the kingdom that treated me like a son. King Edward had a best friend, a king from a distant continent. King Alexander. On one of his visits, there was a feast, and that's when we met. That same night, there was an ambush in the castle and unfortunately, the king in which I served since I was a child, was murdered, as well as several soldiers, I remained standing, even injured and saved King Alexander.

After all that, King Edward gave me a lot of support. He knew it was a big loss for me, I lost a lot of friends and he knew that King Alexander was almost like a father to me. He knew of my dedication and love for the royal guard, for being a soldier and he invited me to be part of his soldiers. I was reluctant but after thinking a lot, I really had nothing else, nothing to lose so, the next day, I am already on my way to Aluma, his kingdom. There I met his wife, he told me they were trying to have a baby, they hoped it was a boy, an heir, I honestly, I always thought it was bullshit but I wouldn't say that, I was treated like a son.

For a few years, I exercised my place in the royal guard, I became a captain, and of course, the title attracted several lovers. Redheads, brunettes, blondes, fair skin, black skin, a whole meal full of colors and tastes.. each dawn I got up from a different bed, and "finally", I met Phoebe, a young lady, from a noble family. At first, it was just a carnal thing but it ended up becoming a passion, and soon, we were married. Being a captain, having a wife and being a party boy. My favorite things in life, but they were colliding. Phoebe suffered from wondering if I would return alive from a battle and the other night, she slept alone while I had fun with some harlot. It got to the point where I realized that it couldn't be like that anymore, I had affection for the woman who woke up more than I want in me, so I made the decision to relinquish my post as captain of the royal guard. King Alexander tried to insist that I stay, it's true that we ended up becoming great friends but he ended up understanding my decision.

As a thank you for years of loyalty to him and his best friend, he gave me a title and his best builders would build my home, wherever I wanted. I chose, Sullfolk, a beautiful continent, full of nature. I became Charles Brandon, the Duke of Sullfolk.

"Daddy?"

I leave my daydreams of the past, hearing that sweet voice of my dear Mackenzie. I looked at the bed and saw her with a sleepy face and a smile in my direction. I walked over, sitting next to her on the bed and placing a kiss on her messy hair.

"Good morning, sunshine. how did my little princess sleep?"

"Good daddy, are we traveling today, right?"

I laughed softly nodding at her. Since King Alexander sent a letter, inviting me and my family to Aluma, my little Mackenzie is not holding on to happiness, she would ask me every night, "When are we going? It's closer daddy?".

It would be her first trip, she would know the place of my stories that she loved to hear. It would be a visit, it had been a few years since Alexandre and I had seen each other and he said he would prepare a banquet, talk about the old days, it would be fun for my family, a chance for Mackenzie to know a new place and Phoebe would review the place where he was born. In fact, we were all in stasis.

"I'll get ready and tell our servants to put our breakfast. Wake up your mother and meet me in the dining room. After we eat, we go to the road."

She smiled widely causing me the same action of affection and I left the room.

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The One With George Stephanopolous: Part Two

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you were all at monica’s apartment and making tiki death punch, when rachel walked in,

“hey rach! how was it with your friends?” monica asked, and then you her and phoebe screamed, but when rachel gave you a death stare you guys stopped,

“okay! how would you like some tiki death punch?”

“what’s that?” rachel asked,

“well, it’s rum and...” rachel cut monica off,

“okay!” she took the jug and a straw and began drinking it,

“we thought since y/n and pheobe were staying over we’d have kind of a slumber party,”

“we got some trashy magazines, we got cookie dough, we got twister..” you trailed off,

the phone began to ring so monica walked over to it,

“oh, oh, and i brought operation, but i lost the tweezers so we can’t operate. but we can prep the guy!” pheebs said excitedly,

“rach, it’s the visa card people,” monica said, holding the phone out to her,

“oh, god, ask them what they want,” she pushed the phone away,

“could you please tell me what this is in reference to?” monica waited for an answer, “yes, hold on.” she covered the phone speaker, “they say there’s been some unusual activity on your account,”

“but i haven’t used my card in weeks!”

“that is the unusual activity. look, they just want to know if your okay,”

“they want to know if i’m okay. okay, they want to know if i’m okay. okay, let’s see... let’s see, the fica guys took all my money. everyone i know is either getting married or getting pregnant or getting promoted and i’m getting coffee, and it’s not even for me! so if that sounds like i’m okay, okay then you can tell them i’m okay, okay?” rachel frantically said,

“uh, rachel has left the building. can you call back?” you assumed they said yes because monica hung up,

“come on, let’s play twister!” rachel reached down and grabbed the mat, throwing it on the ground, it looked like she was on the verge of tears so you hugged her and sat her down on the couch,

“you should feel great about yourself! i mean look rach you’re doing this amazing independent thing!” you said to her,

“y/n what is so amazing? i gave up like everything. and for what?” she asked you,

“you are just like jack!” pheobe said,

“jack from downstairs?”

“no, jack and the beanstalk,” pheobe answered, expecting us to know what jack she was talking about,

“ah, the other jack,” monica said sarcastically,

“yeah, right. see, he gave up something but then he got those magic beans and then he woke up, and there was this big plant outside of his window full of possibilities and stuff. and he lived in a village, you live in the village,”

“okay, but pheebs, pheebs, jack gave up a cow, i gave up an orthodontist. look, i know i didn’t love him.”

“oh you see, jack did love the cow,”

“but, see it was a plan. you know, it was clear, everything was figured out and now everything’s just like....” rachel struggled to find the right word,

“floopy?” pheobe asked,

“yeah...” rachel sighed,

“well, look, you’re not the only one. half the time we don’t know where we’re going,” you reassured her,

“you just got to figure at some point, it’s all going to come together and it’s just gonna be... un-floopy.” monica agreed with you,

“yeah like that’s a word,” pheobe said, which made you and monica give her a ‘you serious’ look.

“okay, but monica, what if it doesn’t come together?” rachel asked you,

monica thought about it for a second, “y/n?”

“well, you uh- you.. pheebs?” you turned to her,

“well, cause you just like... i don’t like this question,” she shook her head,

“okay, see, see you guys- what if we don’t get magic beans? what if all we get are beans?”

you all looked at eachother,

“oh,” you sighed, lying your head on rachel’s lap,

it was about half an hour later and you guys were bummed out. monica was on the couch eating cookie dough, you were lying on rachel, who was lying on the couch, and pheebs was lying on the ground with her hair over her face.

“oh... i’m so sorry, you guys. i didn’t mean to bring you down,” rachel apologised,

“no, you were right- i don’t have a plan,” monica sighed,

“me neither,” you sighed against rachel who looked at you apologetically.

there was a knock at the door and rachel got up to get it, you followed her, “pizza guy!”

you opened the door, “hi.”

“hi, one mushroom, green pepper and onion?” the boy asked, getting the whole order wrong,

“no,”

“no, no.. no, no that’s not what we ordered, we ordered a fat free crust, with extra cheese!” rachel said,

“wait youre not g. stephanopolous?” he asked and you and rachel shook your heads,

“oh, man! my dads gonna kill me!”

“wait! wait! did you say g. stephanopolous?” monica asked,

“yeah. this one goes across the street. i must’ve given him yours, oh! bonehead! bonehead!” he hit himself in the head twice.

“wait, was this a small mediterranean guy, with curiously intelligent good looks?” monica asked,

“yeah. that sounds about right,” the pizza guy answered,

“was he... was he wearing a stunning blue suit?”

“and a- a power tie?” pheobe asked,

“no. pretty much just a towel,”

“oh my god,” you sighed leaning on to monica who groaned,

“so you guys want me to take this back?” he asked, and monica pushed past you and rachel,

“what? are you nuts? we’ve got george stephanopolous’ pizza!” monica took it off him before handing it to pheobe and running to the window, you ran after her.

she grabbed binoculars and looked out her window,

“you see him?” you asked her,

she shook her head, “no, but i see pizza!” she yelled making the other two join you,

“oh i want to see, let me see! let me see!” pheobe rushed,

“hello? who are we spying on?” rachel asked while you and pheobe looked through the binoculars, monica answered,

“you know the white house advisor? clinton’s campaign guy with the great hair, sexy smile... really cute butt?”

“oh, him! the little guy? oh i love him!” she ran over and joined you three with pizza,

“uh, wait. wait, i see a woman,” pheobe sighed, you took the binoculars off her,

“please, tell me it’s his mother,�� monica pleaded,

“oh, wow, yeah definitely not his mother,” you sighed,

“oh... no,”

you handed the binoculars back to pheobe, “wait, she’s walking across the floor. she’s walking... she’s walking... she’s going for the pizza,” pheobe pulled the binoculars down from her face before yelling, “hey that’s not for you, bitch!”

your eyes widened as pheobes hand rushed over her mouth, she was shocked at what she had just yelled, you, monica and rachel giggled,

you guys had ended up spying on him by sitting on the balcony, and monica came out with the punch,

“lights still out?” she asked,

“yeah,”

“well, maybe they’re napping,”

“please, they’re having sex,” rachel told her,

“shut up!” you, pheobe and monica yelled at her,

“so, what do you think george is.. like?”

“i think he’s shy,” monica said,

“yeah?” pheobe asked,

“yeah, i think you have to draw him out, and then... when you do, he’s a preppy animal,” you and the girls cheered at that,

you were talking about things that you had done to eachother in the past,

“oh okay, i got one,” monica turned to pheobe, “do you remember that vegetarian pate that i made that you loved so much?” pheobe nodded while you and rachel started cracking up, “well if goose is a vegetable,” monica laughed,

“oh! oh! okay, fine, fine, now i don’t feel so bad about sleeping with jason hurley,” pheobe admitted,

“what?! you slept with jason?” monica exclaimed,

“you’d already broken up,” pheobe argued,

“how long?” rachel asked,

“about an hour,”

“oh that’s nice!” monica exclaimed while you and rachel laughed,

“okay i got one,” you said, rachel leaned forward to listen and the pillow she was leaning on fell off the balcony, “the valentine that tommy rollerson left in your locker was really from me!” you admitted,

“excuse me?” she asked you,

“oh, hello? like he was really going to send you one. she was a big girl,” you said to pheobe,

“oh yeah, well at least big girls don’t pee in their pants in seventh grade,” you laughed at the memory of rachel,

“uh! i was laughing! you made me laugh!” rachel argued.

you, monica and rachel bickered for a little bit before pheobe yelled,

“there he is! there he is!”

“where?!” monica yelled,

“right, where we’ve been looking all night,”

“oh, he’s so cute,” rachel sighed,

“oh, i know,” you said,

“oh, george baby, drop the towel!” monica exclaimed,

“drop the towel, drop the towel,” all you girls started saying, then the towel dropped,

“wow,” you all said,

it was way later and the guys had come home a bit later than you all expected, and you guys had started playing twister, you were stood in front of joey with your feet on yellow and green,

“okay, monica,” ross spun the wheel, “right foot red,”

“we could’ve played monopoly, but no...” she moved her foot to red,

there was a knock at the door and chandler answered it, the man handed him the pillow from earlier and he walked back with it,

“y/n...” ross spun the wheel, “right hand blue,”

you bent down which meant your butt was right next to joey and you knew he was having a good time,

the phone rang and chandler answered it, “hello?.. oh, uh, rachel it’s the visa card people,” he said to her,

“oh okay, will you take my place?” she asked getting up,

“yeah, hello this is rachel,” he said into the phone before she took it off him and chandler joined them over at the game,

“joey, right hand yellow,” joey leant down past you and put his hand on the yellow,

“and chandler, right hand green.” chandler bent across as ross guided him, “to the green, to the green,”

chandler had slipped a little making you all yell and fall over, joey fell right into you,

“god, joey! get off!” you laughed pushing him off,

“woah!” he exclaimed as you pushed him,

“oh god my head, good going chandler,” monica said,

“yeah!” everybody agreed.

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