#and there's an upstairs room reserved for Poppy & her friends!!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

hello helloo! i just read through your modern au and I'm in love (shocker), i wanted to ask if you'd give some more info on poppy? apologies if there's already a dedicated post to her, looking is not my specialty

there is not! i will gladly ramble!

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in this au, Poppy is slightly less fearful than canon. this is for several reasons! 1) years of therapy. 2) anxiety meds. 3) teenage years of her friends dragging her out for Shenanigans & hyping her tf up! but she's still a worrywart! she's very cautious! she can and Will see the bad/dengerous side to every situation. but! now she has the tools to not only cope with but combat her intrusive thoughts & fears <3

i think i mentioned it before but she Did Not Realize she was trans until highschool! specifically, when she met Sally! Poppy had to stop by the theater department after school for some reason or another, and Sally noticed her looking longingly at the costume dresses (Poppy thought she was alone lol)

and while Poppy was mortified at being caught, Sally was delighted. they only knew each other in passing and from reputation but Sally started holding up dresses to Poppy and complimenting how well they suited her. (i could joke about how Sally could sniff out the lesbian in her before Poppy even knew she was a girl!) Poppy, flustered by the sudden attention and apparent acceptance, didn't know how to handle it and fled. then started avoiding Sally in the halls. but! eventually she had to go back for Insert Reason Here, and ofc Sally was there. this time around Sally is a little gentler and less assertive, but manages to coax Poppy into checking out the more ~feminine~ costumes again. thus begins their little meetings where Poppy tries on costumes and Sally is her biggest hypeman

it takes a while for things to Click in Poppy's mind! it isn't until she tries on a dress that Sally custom-made for her, wearing some makeup and a wig, that Poppy has her oh moment. unfortunately, some of their ~mutual friends~ (Wally, Barnaby, Howdy) walk in on them. there's a short, terrifying moment where Wally is all "who's your friend, Sally?" and Barnaby has to lean over to let him know "that's Poppy, bud". before Poppy can fully freak out, Wally immediately goes OH! and starts complimenting how pretty she looks. Barnaby chimes in next to ask if the dress is home-made bc it fits Poppy beautifully, Howdy nabs a necklace from the nearby gathered accessories and put it on her to "tie the outfit together". in short! Poppy finds nothing but support from her buddies & they're more than happy to help her figure out this new internal crisis / revelation

then of course eventually she's found out by her family, which goes very well (im using sarcasm! it goes terribly!). Poppy isn't outright disowned or kicked out or in immediate danger, but her relationship with her family is ruined by their transphobic bigotry. her friends have her back throughout this, and the guest room at the Beagle farm is always open to her! Sally continues to make custom clothes for Poppy (something that becomes a love language for the two of them <3).

honestly, this period in Poppy's life is part of what like... idk... strengthens her, in a way? her continuing to be herself and actively rebelling against her family, i mean. Poppy becomes a pretty stellar liar lol (lying to her parents about where she's going, who she's hanging out with, what she does after school, etc). she's very cautious about all of it, but she does it! she's determined to pursue and discover and Realize the woman inside her! i have this sweet scene in my mind of the Group at the Beagle farm chilling on the floor with notebooks, brainstorming on possible names. (Sally enthusiastically says a variation of 'exquisite' to each one, and then when Poppy says 'im not sure about that one' Sally - still enthusiastically - says a variation of 'horrible terrible how could you suggest such an ill-fitting name'). despite everyone's efforts, i like to think that Poppy finds her name entirely on accident! maybe during the Gap Year Road Trip! maybe they stop by a SoCal poppy reserve in superbloom and the flowers Resonate with her! who's to say!

but Poppy begins her (medical) transition in college! she, of course, gets shit for it, but she also begins to find community and enjoyment in the local queer community. and of course, she has her buddies <3

but anyway! i like to think that Poppy participates in local farmer's markets with her crochet work & baked goods, the latter of which is a complete hit! that, plus her first experience with going to a tearoom inspires her to strive towards owning her own! tearooms are right up her alley, i'd say - calm, quiet, and Poppy can make peoples' days a little brighter with a tranquil atmosphere & delicious treats! i swear i have a reason between 'Poppy british = she goes into tea business'. honestly! tearooms are more about the tiny sammies & tasty cones w/ cream! and feeling Fancy while chatting!

i think it takes a while for her to actually be able to start up a tearoom. I'd imagine she starts by holding a small, single-table reservation-based one in her own place once the Group decides on what town to move to. it's successful, slowly (but steadily) grows, until she can get an actual House and transform the ground floor into a full tearoom. lil shop by the checkout counter, several different rooms, a sizeable kitchen. staff! the tearoom is a humble one, but it's a killer holiday & tourist destination! the high ratings even bring in people from out of town!

and when it comes to Poppy & Sally, bc yall know i'm a sucker for Popstar - i like to think that they start dating after (mostly) all of them move into their new town. & after they both have been in prior relationships! and then they never stop dating. well, they do, but that's so that they can upgrade to Wife Status. and then they never stop being wives so there <3

but Poppy is successful and happy! she had a rough go of it but she Makes It! and she continues to make it!

#i hope this Suffices! #ofc the ~lore~ in my mind is a lil more complex #but its Too Much to fully write out yk yk #giving her a tearoom was uhhhhh a bit of Personal Indulgence i will admit! #i used to have a tradition with my mother/grandma/sister where we'd all go to a tearoom once a year #but then grammie bit the dust (or rather - got turned into it) and that tradition uh. kinda stopped #i have very fond memories! i'd like to go to one again someday! perhaps with friends! #so when i was thinking 'what modern day profession would suit poppy' i do think owning a high english tearoom would fit #theres also just a level of personal influence to that ahaha #also if i went to a nice tearoom and the owner was a gorgeous 6'8 woman. ough. thats all im gonna say about it. ough <3 #rambles from the bog #wh modern human au #sally likes to waltz into the tearoom while poppy is working to buy One (one) little box of tea and also flirt over the counter for an hour #and there's an upstairs room reserved for Poppy & her friends!! #it's free for them to use at any time! #though they still always pay. they have a lil game with poppy where she tries her best to refuse #but they manage to sneak the payment past her anyway #or they so happen to 'leave a tip that just so happens to be the exact payment' on their chair #on top of the tearoom she also supplies some baked goods for Howdy's shop #it was something they started when she was first getting her lil business off the ground #it evolves into just 'poppy bakes a batch of muffins as her morning ritual and sends them to howdys' #she supplies more when she can! or when she stress bakes! or when she and frank stress bake together! the entire group gets fresh tasties!

[bloodyknucklesforme]

First Course | Guest Check

Nina Irons lost her entire family in a car crash over a year ago. She's twenty five and struggling to find her place among the grief and anxiety. She hates her job as a server at 141, one of London's up and coming restaurants. Her only motivation is keeping up appearances for the two people who've always care for her, John Price, a family friend and owner/head chef of 141, and Kyle Garrick, her childhood best friend and occasional boyfriend.

(the official beginning of a serialized restaurant AU 💙)

“You don’t have to do this if you’re not ready,” Price assured, rubbing the back of her neck. The house seemed larger sitting at the top of the hill. It looked like she remembered it. Brown brick with a black roof, Edwardian. She didn’t know why it wouldn’t, Price had been taking care of it.

“We’ll support you no matter what.” Kyle said, reaching from the back seat to rub her arm. 

“It’s been over a year. I have to do it at some point.” She sighed. A year since her family died. She should have gone back home sooner. She’d kept them waiting in that house. Ghosts or something worse. 

Price pulled up into the driveway. She was the first out of the car. The gardenia bush out front was starting to bloom. Her mum always loved having flowers around the house. It made sense with her name being Poppy. Price slipped the key into hand.

“We’ll follow your lead, love.”

It was dusty but not as bad as she would have thought. Price had done a good job of taking care of everything. He always had. He and her father were good friends at one point though her mum never seemed to like him. 

“It’s weird being back, isn’t it.” Kyle said, coming up behind her to rest his chin on her shoulder. Growing up they rarely played here, preferring his house or the woods. Her house was reserved for special events; Christmas Eve, New Year’s, Easter and celebratory dinners. Kyle’s dad was in the same regiment as Price and her father. Her father was their Captain and had them address him as such even when they both retired before him. 

The house was always very white. White walls, white table cloths, white carpet in the bedrooms. Her father was a self proclaimed traditionalist and didn’t let anyone paint. Despite photographic evidence that the house was colourful when he was young. He had to have control over everything.

“C’mon.” She tugged Kyle’s hand and pulled him upstairs. The stairs creaked the same. A shiver ran down her spine when she stepped onto the rug in the upstairs hallway. “Oh, fuck we didn’t take off our shoes.”

She plopped down to take them off but it didn’t matter. Her father wasn’t here to yell at her or her mother to sigh at her. Her laces hung loosely in her fingers.

“Do you want help?” Kyle asked, crouching in front of her. He was the one that taught her how to tie her shoes when they were little. He always afforded her more patience than anyone else except maybe Price. Where was he?

“No, I’m fine.” She stood up, shoes still on. 

She stopped by her brother’s room. All her bravery left when she touched the door knob. They didn’t get along well but he was her baby brother. Baby Sebastian. He was only sixteen when he died. He deserved better. All his football posters would still be up. His books for his A levels would still be on his desk. His bed unmade, clothes strewn over the floor. She left the door unopened.

Her room had been a time capsule longer than the rest of the house. When she left for Uni she never planned on coming back. It still looked like the bedroom of a little girl. White furniture with pink curtains and linens. The rug was floral and pastel. The closet had long been emptied, the bookshelf too. The windows were still secured with extra locks.

“Remember when you snuck me in one night and your dad came home early. Seb told us and I had to climb out the window.” Kyle chuckled. 

It was back when they were dating as teens. They weren’t doing anything except laying on her bed and talking. Her mum had a “if I didn’t see it didn’t happen” policy. Seb always liked Kyle so he came rushing in. He was sweeter when he was nine. 

“Piss off.” Nina threw a pillow at him. 

“Dad’s home.” He said, dodging the pillow. “We have to hide Kyle.”

Her father would never hurt Kyle, just yell at him until his father arrived to pick him up. Her on the other hand. He never got over the rumours about her that floated around school. No matter how much she told him that it wasn’t true, he always looked like he was one infraction away from calling her a slut. 

“Go distract him.” Kyle said. “This is now a special ops mission. You, Seb, are integral to this mission’s success. Nina will give you a signal once I’m away. Okay?”

“Understood.” Seb grinned, giving him a salute before running downstairs. It was lucky her room was on the corner. They waited till they heard the front door open before opening the window. 

“Stay safe,” Kyle gave her a kiss before climbing out. It had seemingly worked until her father came upstairs to remind her that her room was above the dining room and he’d seen Kyle run across the side of the garden to grab his bike. The locks were on the window the next day. She’d just been glad Kyle hadn’t gotten in trouble with his parents. They’d always been more understanding.

“Thought you were going to break your ankle.”

“Almost did.” He chuckled. He kissed her cheek before sighing “Things you do for love.”

She only grabbed her old rabbit plush off the bed. He’d need a good wash but after that he could resume his usual position of guarding her bed. She tucked it lovingly into her bag. 

She’d never really been in her parent’s bedroom while they were alive. It was always off limits unless her mum asked her to grab something.

The bed was made. The laundry all put away. It felt like it had been laid out for a magazine or an open house. 

She dug around in her mum’s jewellery box. It was mostly dainty little pieces with the standouts being gaudy large gems for military balls and alike. Nina dug around in the dresser, pulling out jumpers that she wanted to keep. 

There was a book in the back of the drawer. An old journal. Her mother was a religious diarist but this one wasn’t with the others by her desk. Nina flipped it open. January 1998. It would have been from before she was born. She’d never had much interest in her mum’s diaries. They all seemed uninteresting. She blamed her father for that. 

Poppy could have had an interesting life. She could have been a starving artist, fluttering about Europe instead she got married too young to a too old man. Had a baby with him - a baby that he didn’t seem to want. It didn’t make sense to her to give all that up. Nina was the same age she was when she had her. 

She didn’t feel ready to be married or have a baby. If she found out tomorrow Kyle knocked her up she’d probably get rid of it. He was a better man than her father but she didn’t know if she would be a better mother.

She slipped the journal in her bag as well. The air in the house was starting to feel stiff and heavy. Too much for today. 

“Let’s find Price.” She said, bumping Kyle’s shoulder with her head. 

He was in the conservatory. A little glass room off the back of the house. It was the one addition her father had made the entire time he owned it. A gift to her mum after Sebastian’s birth. A place for her to do watercolours. She was so excited and had Nina help her pick out the tile for the floor. All Nina could think of was that her mum didn’t get a gift when she was born. 

He was sitting on the little stool in the centre of the room. All the easels were empty, all her paints and brushes put away.

“I had it all put in storage. Didn’t want them to sit in the sun.” Price said, noticing her concerned look. “We can get them whenever you want.” 

She wasn’t sure what she’d do with them. Her mum was talented but had only focused on the same back garden landscape for several years. Years of skill and talent wasted in this little glass box. 

“Maybe…”

She didn’t like grief. It was a weight tied to her feet in the open ocean. It filled her lungs with regret that she never told Sebastian how much she loved him, anger at how she never stood up to her father and sadness for her mother who died the way she lived - by choices made by her father. 

“I think I’m ready to go now.” She sniffled. Kyle reached over and wiped her cheek before pulling her into a hug. 

“You did well, love. I know this wasn’t easy.” Price patted her back. 

The ride back to London felt longer than the way there. Kyle fell asleep and was snoring softly in the back.

“How do you feel?” Price asked.

“Exhausted.” 

“Reasonable.”

“I never really felt like I belonged there so it's weird to go back.”

“I know you and your Dad didn’t get on but Poppy loved you. William was always just intense.”

“I wish it’d just been him. I know that’s a fucked thing to say but it honestly feels like a joke that as his last act he took my whole family from me. Driving too fast. So fucking stupid.” He reached over and squeezed her shoulder. “I just wish I could have talked to her more without his presence.”

Price nodded.

“I think I might read some of her journals. Would that be rude? She’s dead so it's not like it matters but it's still her thoughts.” Price sighed, chewing on his upper lip. 

“I won’t stop you but I want you to think about what you might find. She wasn’t always a happy woman.”

“I don’t know if she was ever happy.”

He looked like he might say something but instead just squeezed her shoulder again. 

Price dropped her and Kyle off at her flat. It was dark by then. Kyle still yawning as they trudged up the stairs. 

“Next time Price buys you a flat, can you ask for one with a lift?”

“He didn’t buy it for me. He already owned it. I’m just… living rent free.”

“Whatever you say.” He leaned against her back as she opened the door. 

They had leftover pad thai and polished off the bottle of white wine in her fridge before finding themselves in her bed. Kyle’s mouth on her neck and her legs around his waist. 

He’d always been good in bed even when they were awkward teens. He was attentive and loving, eager to draw anything from a laugh, smile or orgasm out of her. 

It only worsened the pit in her stomach, one that had been growing since her family died. A voice came out of it telling her she’d lose him too. He might not die but she’d lose him some other way. She’d wake up one morning and he wouldn’t love her anymore. He’d grow tired or disgusted by her. Her nails dug into his back not out of pleasure but as a way to hold on. When he’d kiss away her tears, ones she blamed on over stimulation not fear, she wanted to break into sobs. 

She let him fall asleep quickly, not bothering with pillow talk. Kyle could sleep through anything, giving her permission to turn on her bedside lamp. She flipped through the journal absent mindedly. She sighed.

It felt like an intrusion to read it. Her mother could never give her permission and it felt like another violation of her life. Her father controlled so much of it why should Nina dig her fingers into something so private. 

She would have been pregnant when she wrote most of this. Nina was born in February of 1999. Did her mother want her? Was she excited to be pregnant? Was she scared? 

The house had lit up when she was pregnant with Sebastian. She remembered that much. Had there been any of that same joy for her? 

She thumbed through the pages, letting them glide like playing cards.

John Price ♡

The name stuck out to her. The heart stuck out more. It felt like a sickly reminder how young her mother was, that she still had crushes. John had always been handsome, still was. He was closer in age to her mother too. Two years younger compared to the ten years senior her father was. She read on.

He keeps coming up to me at the pub, always a little drunk, with boyish attempts at flirting. It’s working much to my dismay. He’s kind too. Ran a whole kilometre to get my book back to me the other night when I left it in the booth. 

“Always the gentleman,” She smiled. Price was the one with the crush then. 

She tabbed on. 

August 1998

Her smile fell, the pit in her stomach opening up more and more.

I’m pregnant. I think it might be John’s. 

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[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

But dr!Harry and y/n having a date night of their own 😵‍💫

PLZZ I DONT WANT TO HURT ANY OF MY TROPES FEELINGS BC THEY ARE ALL MY BABIES BUT I THINK THAT RACER!HARRY CONCEPT ARE MY FAVORITE TO WRITE DHENE

The date night started off with Harry running late- that wasn’t anything that surprised Y/n, her husband wasn’t the most punctual person she knew. He was at the track with a few of his friends, checking out some new cars. Once he noticed he was already an hour late he went thirty minutes further out to a fancy wine store to get Y/n’s favorite wine.

And before he noticed he was a little over two hours late. He busts through the door, seeing Y/n on the couch with Poppy while she reads out her ABCs in a children’s book. “I’m so sorry I’m late, lover. I got side tracked, I’m so sorry.”

Y/n shrugs, sitting Poppy on the ground to go run off with her brothers. “It’s whatever.” She pulls off her dark high heels, sitting next to her feet on the ground. “You’re mom is making spaghetti and meatballs-per Grey’s order.”

“Hey hey, get your heels back on. I called and made some arrangements for our reservations. We’re getting a private room, blah blah blah. And I got your favorite wine to make up for being an hour late but then it made me an extra hour late- and oh god I’m not even dressed for the date- and and-“

“And,” Y/n draws out, “you’re rambling. Just go slip something on then let’s go. I don’t want to hear your excuses.” He grabs her face, kissing her. “I love you!” He rubs upstairs to change before they get to the restaurant.

“M’ I’m feeling pasta.” Harry says, rubbing his belly while he looks over the menu. “Should’ve just stayed home then.” Y/n murmurs, her hands in her lap while she tries to decide between two different dishes. Her usual or branch out? Harry eyes her, she doesn’t usually give him an attitude or make snippy comments so this was unlike him. They are usually so lovey dovey that they start to gross themselves out.

“Hm?”

“I said should’ve stayed home if you wanted pasta.”

Harry gives her a look, his eyebrow raised. “Then it wouldn’t be date night.”

“Yeah, but I’d like to get home to tuck my babies in before they are down. But of course, date night was two hours late.”

“Are you upset with me?”

“A little.”

Harry frowns, trying to reach toward her hand so he can hold it. “Told you I was sorry. I didn’t mean to get side tracked.”

“Yeah, well you know how distracted you can get.”

“Can we just end this? Be mad at me or don’t, I don’t want to play this game.” She rubs over her face. “Sorry, I’m sorry. I don’t want to ruin our date.” Harry shakes his head, pulling her hand up and kissing the back of it. “It’s okay. It’s my bad. I love you.”

“I love you. Now I think you should get the pasta so I can steal some.”

“Sounds like a deal!”

[lady-broppy-shipper-seriously]

Late Morning Pancakes (Trolls Fanfic)

Sooooo. Four years ago I wrote a thing and posted it on AO3, and I decided to finally have some shame and wrote the second chapter I promised. Here it is. Have at it, if you want.

Late Morning Pancakes

Branch comes slowly to himself feeling disorientated. He usually closed the blinds of his window and yet the light painted the room with its brightness, not to mention it was coming from the wrong direction.

He blinks slowly, tasting strawberry shampoo in his yawn and comes to the realization he isn’t in his room. His room didn’t have pink walls nor his bed has teal covers, and yet the room is as familiar as a room can get. He has spent a lot of afternoons sitting on the pink carpet doing homework or in front of the television playing video games with his best friend. Speaking of which… he looks down and… oh.

Poppy is in his arms.

Poppy Queen, the girl he was head over heels with since he could remember, is sleeping soundly in his arms, her own around his middle, her puffy deep breaths tickling his neck. He scoots back to see her better, trying to grasp his mind to the fact that he wasn’t dreaming a few hours ago when he followed her upstairs after he let her in her own house after she locked herself out. She makes a tiny, cute sound of complaint when she feels him move away and tightens her hold, inching closer. She takes a deep breath of his chest and sighs contently, going back to sleep.

Branch lays there, frozen in place.

“Um, P-poppy?”

She mumbles something sleepily, then snuggles even closer still and falls into a deep slumber. Which is fine. Totally fine. Peachy. The good news is that if his voice and movement didn’t wake her, it’s highly improbable that his thunderous beating heart will. The bad news is that said heart could start failing any moment now.

Mr. Dinkles, unlike Poppy, decides that they are being too noisy for his liking and jumps off the bed from his spot against Poppy’s back. He stretches and then jogs out of the room slipping through the crack of the door.

Branch takes a deep breath and wonders what time it is. The sun had already risen but it could be anywhere between seven to ten a.m. Good thing his grandma was a night owl and slept in all mornings.

He looks down at Poppy again. Her hair smells recently washed but her cheeks and eyelids still have some lost sparkles that escaped her bath last night. The tiniest of smiles curl her lips upward and he feels his chest tighten. He loves her so much.

Poppy has been his friend since forever, and for the most part of his life, she was his only friend. Nobody could blame him for falling for her smile that never failed to reach her eyes when she whispered a joke for only him to hear, or that little sound she made every time she laughed. He loved her glittery clothes, school supplies and make-up, because when he changed into his pajamas every night, he could find the sparkles in his clothes too, a living proof that she existed inside his personal space. He loved that she was always humming or straight-up singing. She had a song for every occasion, popular or invented. Other times she would change the lyrics just to fit her situation better and he had to hide his smile.

He loved her but hated that she was just so perfect. Perfect for him, at least.

He liked to think that they complimented each other. She was the yin to his yang. She was loud and cheerful while he was quiet and reserved. She was bright and colorful and he was somber and colorless, if his mostly gray and black wardrobe had anything to say about his personality.

If they were a movie, they would just have been made for each other, but…

There is always a but. Sometimes they’re too different to be good for each other. Yet, he hopes that somehow, someday… they can have a chance.

Poppy mumbles something under her breath that sounds suspiciously like his name and he caresses her cheek. He takes the opportunity to bask in her beautiful face without her noticing and settles back on the bed, falling like a puzzle piece against her frame. He squeezes her while he can and her forehead press softly to his neck. He could die a happy boy right then and there.

He lays on her bed daydreaming about her, gently playing with her hair for long minutes and never getting bored until her eyelashes flutter and her pretty eyes meet his own and his heart skips a beat.

“Branch?” She whispers sleepily, certain that the sight of his face framed with her comforter and his messy hair is one she can get used to seeing first thing when she wakes up in the mornings pretty quickly. “Morning,” she says, lips stretching into a dopey grin.

“Uh, um… Morning, Poppy” he mumbles, cheeks turning pink. Did she catch him staring at her sleeping face? Was he being creepy?

Poppy’s smile grows.

“Slept well?” she asks.

“Yeah, yeah. Well.”

She moves her foot and it lifts his pant leg, letting him feel her toes on his calf, bringing his attention to their legs, which are very much intertwined. He gets distracted by her teeth biting her lower lip, eyes awake and sparkling with mischief.

“I promised you pancakes, are you in the mood for some?”

“Yeah, sure.”

He’s not used to talking to her freckles this close. No one can blame him for not being able to concentrate.

“Okay,” she giggles and proceeds to stay very much in the same position. “Branch?”

“Hm?”

“You’re gonna have to let me go if you want breakfast” she chuckles. Of course, she could have detangled herself from him but where’s the fun in that? The more she can have him blushing and on his toes before she pounces, the better.

“Oh! Right, sorry!” He stammers and drops his hands from her like she burned him. She can’t have that, so she leans forward and steals a kiss from the corner of his lips. He gasps.

“Oh, sorry. I missed” she says, voice light and playful. She shots him a wink, despite the stuttering of her own heart and the increasing pinkness of her cheeks. She plants an elbow on the mattress and leans over him, flushing their chests together and proceeds to kiss the other side of his mouth.

He looks at her with wild, confused eyes, mouth still tingly and parted with surprise.

“Damn, I should still be ever so sleepy. I can’t seem to concentrate and my aim is all wrong. Would you care to help me out, Branch?”

“Uh, uh… I, uh…”

She giggles. His cheeks are as flushed as hers, but his eyes are shiny in a way that she can only hope is something akin to excitement.

“Or, would you like for me to give it another shot?” Her voice sounds soft and shy in a way that she doesn’t recognize, but also eager and trusting, the same way she always feels around him. Her smile widens when he nods.

She then finally leans in and touches her lips to his firmly, relishing on the feeling of having them outlining his mouth. She spent so many nights wondering about their texture, or how warm they’d be, so she finds herself parting for a few seconds just to prove another angle, to fill the other side of his mouth, coming back for another and another, always telling herself it’s the last one before she searches for a reaction on his eyes, but then his fingertips brush her scalp and she sighs and his mouth chases it and it’s the best experience of her life.

When she finally looks into his eyes, they are the loveliest shade of blue. She’s sure her own have a glaze to them, but she can’t find it in her to care. He’s looking at her like she’s some kind of mystic, magic creature who just granted him a blessing. He’s looking at her how he always does. She realizes she’s smiling when her lips try to smile wider and she can’t.

“I love you, Poppy,” he says, voice soft in the quiet of the room.

She initiated their first kiss, so she guesses it’s fair he gets to say the first ‘I love you’.

“I love you too, Branch,” she says shyly and flirty at the same time.

They don’t need to say anything else, their hearts know each other. Branch smiles too and Poppy thinks the pancakes can wait 'till late morning to be eaten.

#broppy #Poppy #Branch #dreamworks trolls #trolls world tour #Trolls Fanfic

[gin-loves-harry]

“Mrs. Black.”

Euphemia Potter stood in the doorway of Number 12 Grimmauld Place. Her crimson and gold sari making her look like a radiant poppy against the drab facade of the house. James Potter stood next to his mother, hair a mess as always, but wearing darker colors... more suited to enter The Ancient and Most Noble House of Black.

Walburga Black stood in the dark doorway, dressed in a beaded black gown, wearing a face of thinly veiled rage. Her nostrils were flared, her jaw was set, and her pupils had dilated in her light grey eyes. James Potter knew that face, because her oldest son had inherited that look, and that temper… not that James would ever say that out loud.

“Can I help you, Mrs. Potter?”

She was already an intimidating woman, but Mrs Black’s anger made her every word venomous. Her eyes darted between Euphemia’s kind but firm gaze, to James. He did his best to look impassive. Not afraid. Not angry.

“Mrs Black, I think you can agree that neither of us wants to have this conversation on a London street… regardless of whether anyone can see or hear us.” Her voice was deep and firm, the usual lilt in her speech was gone. She held her own in front of the taller woman’s intimidating form.

Walburga looked at them, then at the three muggle children sitting two doors over playing with a grey cat. She stepped backward sweeping her hand, which was covered in glittering heirlooms, towards the foyer.

James just barely extended his knuckles to the spot directly behind his mother. An invisible hand reached out to brush too gently, against James’s. Sirius was there, crouching to fit completely beneath the cloak, and doing his best to become fully invisible.

Euphemia stepped past Walburga, and James stayed close behind his mother-- forming a barrier between an invisible Sirius and an incredibly angry Walburga Black.

“Mrs Black, please understand we did not come here seeking an argument. We can be out of your family’s home in a manner of minutes. Please allow James to take a few things from-“

“Do NOT say that boy’s name in this house. The shame he has brought on-“

“Mrs Black.”

James couldn’t help but be impressed by his mother. She was much shorter than Walburga, her hair was more silver than black… but she was formidable.

“Let him go up and we will be gone in less than ten minutes. If you do not, we will have to further extend this whole affair and involve other parties. Let us get his things now, and we will never trouble you ever again..”

Walburga’s rage was paralyzing and her gaze shifted from Euphemia to James. He didn’t look away.

“You have seven minutes. Kreacher will see you upstairs and escort you out when your time is up.”

“Thank you, Mrs Black.”  He was using the voice he reserved for professors, mostly to get out of trouble. It did nothing to calm the anger emanating from the other woman. He’d already known it wouldn’t… She hated him. The boy who’d enabled her son’s rebellion and in turn robbed her of an heir to carry on the family name. Her voice was low and dangerous,

“Goodbye Mr. Potter.”

She cast a look of warning towards Euphemia before storming out of the room, her black dress glittering in the candlelight, all while screaming for Kreacher.

James could practically feel the breath Sirius had finally let out. He reached his hand out again, and retracted it as soon as he’d felt Sirius’s touch from underneath the cloak making sure he was ready to go upstairs.

Kreacher approached, he made no effort to cover his disgust at the sight of the Potters in his mistress’s home.

“Follow me Mr Potter.”

James cast a glimpse at his mother. She looked back with her honey colored eyes, a hint of urgency. She hadn’t thought any of this was a good idea from the beginning… bringing Sirius- but James (despite his better judgement) had convinced her. Sirius knew what he needed, and where it all was. James had felt that letting him collect what remnants of his life he wanted to keep was the least they could do for him.

Euphemia gave him a small reassuring smile, risked the same glance at the space she knew Sirius stood, and then busied herself inspecting a troll-leg umbrella stand that stood in the foyer.

James followed Kreacher. He was using his full weight to climb the stairs, and each step groaned in protest. Sirius was carefully avoiding all the spots he knew made noise, grateful for the cover James was providing. He was as close to James as he could possibly be without climbing onto his back.

Kreacher walked them up to Sirius’s door. He had pulled it open, and James immediately grabbed the inside knob, spinning to face Kreacher as Sirius slipped into the room behind him.

“Thank you very much Kreacher!”

He closed the door before Kreacher could stop him. He turned towards the notebook floating over the bedside table.

“Don’t get out from under that cloak…” James hissed. He opened the top drawer of the ebony dresser he was standing by, and started shoving shirts into one of the two bottomless bags they’d brought.

“Don’t worry about the clothes-“

“Well you don’t really fit in mine. And these are right here.”

“Grab my books. And stop whispering so loud!”

James rolled his eyes as he scooped the contents of the second drawer into the bag before turning towards the bookshelf that stood by the door. He quickly emptied most of it until only two pristine divination books remained.

Sirius, from across the room where he was rifling through personal items, whispered instructions for what to grab.

‘That folder has all my notes about animagi.’ ‘Open the top drawer of the desk, the floor plans of the castle we’ve finished so far are in there.’  ‘Make sure you grab the notebook Remus gave me.’ ‘Does that look like a radio to you James?’

James moved as fast as he could, making sure they had gotten all of his most important belongings. The rest would have to stay. Time was practically up, so James bent to grab Sirius’s trunk. As he did, the door creaked open behind him. James quickly scanned the room making sure Sirius’s disembodied hands weren’t showing, before turning, expecting to see Kreacher.

“Potter...” Regulus stood in the doorway, not even halfway into the room. He stood tall, but held the door like a shield in front of him. His voice was quiet, not rough like his brother or mother’s. His expression was impossible to read.

“Oh! Hi Regulus. I’m just about finished here. Did you need something?”

It had been three days since Sirius had seen Regulus, the night of Narcissa’s wedding to Lucius Malfoy. Sirius had shown up at the Potter’s house an hour before sunrise, and he’d been living there since.

He’d known when he ran that there was no going back to Grimmauld Place. He also wouldn’t have gone back anyway, he never wanted to see any of them again.

Now here was Regulus, who had been the last person he’d locked eyes with before he had taken off running into the woods. He could still hear Bellatrix’s drunken laughter ‘Did you come to help your pathetic brother Reg?’  He was suddenly very aware of how much his body still hurt. Euphemia and Fleamont had seen to his injuries immediately, but… He had to control his breathing.

“What do you need Regulus?” James prompted again. He was getting nervous that the other boy might know that he wasn’t alone in the room.

Regulus’s eyes were on the photo Sirius had stuck to the wall of James, Remus, himself, and Peter. James looked at Regulus, trying to read the expression on his face. He was still looking at the photo on the wall, refusing to return the other boy’s gaze, but James knew the look on his face because it was the same look Sirius wore when he was avoiding his emotions.

He knew that Sirius had loved his brother. Knowing his best friend enough, he knew he still loved him. And judging by the look on the younger boy’s face, James had a feeling Regulus still loved his brother too.

“...keep him safe.”

The words were practically inaudible. If they weren’t so used to Peter’s mumbling James wouldn’t have heard him at all.

Keep him safe? That was barely a request that needed to be made. James Potter would take on Voldemort himself if it meant keeping Sirius safe.

“I always do.”

Kreacher appeared slipping past Regulus until he stood in front of James. James, however, kept his eyes on Regulus’s guarded face.

“It’s time you go, Mr. Potter.”

Kreacher and Regulus both stepped out of the doorway making room for James to pass by them with Sirius’s trunk. Sirius maneuvered his way around Regulus and Kreacher and slipped in front of James. Kreacher followed closely behind the trunk James had brought down with him.

“Thanks Kreacher...”

“Farewell, Potters.”

Euphemia moved past the black door with that silver knocker, a snake... coiled but vigilant. James reached out his hand, and let out a deep breath when he felt Sirius bump fists with him. He was safe beside him.

They could hear Walburga screaming behind a closed door further in the house. No doubt she was telling her husband exactly what she thought of the Potters, all while Orion sat reading today’s edition of the Prophet. Regulus lingered at the top of the steps, watching as Kreacher led the two Potters out of the front door.

The door closed behind them and Sirius took a much needed deep breath.

That voice, that house... Sirius was done with it.

He turned as the number 12 disappeared behind them and he realized this was be the last time he’d see that door again. It felt like, for the first time, he was finally being let out of captivity.

He’d never step foot in Grimmauld Place again.

#this has been sitting finished in google docs for like.... two months lmao #so im just gonna post it #typos and editing be damned #byeeeeeeeee #mine #my writing #james potter #euphemia potter #walburga black #sirius black #regulus black #hp fic #hp fanfic #marauders era fanfiction #hopefully there's a read more ooootherwise SORRY for the word vomit lmao

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Unthinkable CH 29/???

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word 3100

Warning nothing

She took the elevator to the reception

"Good morning, Madame, can I help you?" asked the concierge with a smile

"I'm leaving, could you call me a taxi," said Y/N, the man nodded and picked up the phone,

"Your car will be here in 5 minutes, did you enjoy your stay?"

"Impeccable as always thanks, my guests will leave the room in a couple of hours if it is not a problem" said the woman signing the receipt

"No problem Madame, will we send the bill to the address of the reservation?" He asked formally, Y/N nodded and went out waving, the taxi was waiting for her,

"At the Central Station please," she said, taking cell phone, the group chat was in turmoil everyone was asking where was going, the woman looked out the window at the buildings that were parading and if asked, felt the need to stay in her safe haven even though London was her home now, arrived at the station made the ticket and took the first train, tried not to give weight to the looks that were addressed, the first thing she would do once arrived would be to change color to pass more unnoticed, pulled the top of shirt over head and pretended to sleep.

2 hours later arrived in her city got off the train and took a taxi for home, the phone had not stopped vibrating for a moment and decided to leave the family chats and change calls, she wanted to be alone, entered in her nest, closed the door behind and threw herself on the sofa, bursting into sobs, wanted to call Tom but was too agitated to pretend that everything was going well, but a message would not alarm him, she could lie in writing,

§ My love here things are slow but we're clearing up, I'll call you later §

sent the message turned off the phone and began to think about the last month of how her life had been turned upside down and what was expecting in the future, a few days later would pack bags again to follow her man to America and it was immensely happy in spite of everything, perhaps it was true that the happier one is the bigger the price to pay and was paying really dear for that joy, went to the kitchen and realized that there was nothing to eat in the house, fortunately not had still terminated the utilities she picked up the receiver and ordered take-out sushi while waited thought about the return she had never taken long journeys and didn't know how to book a flight, the first and only trip abroad was organized by Rice, turned on her cell phone and called only person able to help her,

"Mr. Windsor, i'm Y/N i have a problem, cant bother?" she said as soon as Luke answered

"Absolutely not, I'm in the office and call me Luke," the man replied, "How can I help you?"

"I'm ready to go back but, I feel so helpless right now, I have no idea how to make a plane ticket you could help me for" she said sheepishly, heard the other end of the phone laughing,

"No problem, when do you want to return?"

"If it's possible today, even in the night it's okay," she said gladly that Luke was helping,

"Soon you'll get a message from the airline with time and ticket code, you have to be at the airport a couple of hours before the flight, the car will be waiting for you in the parking lot of the first class or will you be picked up by Thomas?"

"I didn't tell anything I wanted to surprise him so the car will be fine, thanks" the two greeted each other, Y/N opened the door, paid the bellboy and dined, it was nice to keep quiet and exclude everything and everyone for a few hours, when arrived the message of the flight prepared herself, called a taxi and left closing the door for the last time, it would be weeks before the move.

The car left her at the entrance of the airport, the woman pulled the hood up again and followed the directions for the departures, passed the check and stopped at the ticket office,

"Good evening, can I see your ticket?" said the polite stewardess, Y/N showed the phone "Thanks, the flight will pass, she will board in half an hour" smiled, beckoning her to sit down in the waiting room, noticed the looks and felt uneasy fortunately no one bothered her, she felt vulnerable and out in the open, it was a new sensation, she remembered what Tom had told about the zoo's animal effect and smiled, a voice announced flight and started off with the rest of the passengers, a steward led her in first class

"Can I get you a drink, Miss?" asked, helping her to put the luggage in the hatbox, "Champagne or coffee?"

"A fruit juice please" replied Y/N by hooking the belt tighter than necessary, flying waved it and that evening was no different from the other flights made in recent weeks, the steward handed her the glass with a smile,

"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening, the captain welcomes you on the flight to London, we ask the passengers to fasten their belts and turn off the electronic devices we will take off soon" the captain's professional voice calmed her even as tightened belt, held breath when the plane broke away from the runway, the flight was calm and fast in a little over an hour saw London below her, got out and found the car waiting for as soon as she left

"Welcome back, where is Miss?" asked the driver, opening the door for her,

"At home thanks" she said happily, they had been two eternal days without him but finally she had returned, entered the silent and dark house Tom was still at the party and she didn't know at what time he would return or if he would stop to sleep from some friend , left the backpack at the entrance and went up to the room lit the light took a shower and collapsed into bed clutching the pillow.

It was late at night when he felt Tom's arms tighten around her

"Welcome back Darling" he said kissing her head, "I missed you"

"You too" she replied crouching closer to him, "How was the ceremony?" asked, smelled the alcohol in the man's breath and smiled, he had certainly toasted a lot and, at least for the night, he wouldn't ask questions ,

"It was fun you would have liked" laughed sleepily, holding her tight, "Your day?"

"It's gone, but let's not talk about it now.." replied Y/N, "..what do you say instead of sleeping" she laughed realizing that Tom had already fallen asleep, laced his fingers to her and closed eyes feeling safe, she failed as slept, kept thinking about Rice and her turn, she wondered if really had changed so much to justify his words, the regular breathing of the man close to her made fall asleep almost at dawn.  She opened eyes just before lunch, more tired than ever, she had slept badly having horrible dreams, put on her robe and went down to the kitchen, the house was quiet, Tom was probably gone she found a note next to a bunch of flowers  ¥ I went out to run back soon I love you ¥  smiled taking a rose from the vase and putting it in her hair before making coffee and looking for something to eat in the fridge, prepared a simple toast and went to the library, put her breakfast down on the table and explored the room in search of something to read, it was the first time was alone in the house and that was her favorite room, took an old book of stories and settled herself comfortably on the sofa reading and admiring the sunny park outside the big windows, she immersed completely in reading fascinated by the Scottish stories forgetting the days just past, it occurred to her that hadn't looked at the phone since the day before and got up to take it she didn't want the others to be worried about her, Rice and Simo had behaved horribly but the rest of the family didn't have any blame, turned on the phone and found herself again in the family chat quickly read the messages, all similar and anxious, and replied with a vowel to reassure ¥ Sorry for yesterday, rest assured I am at home in London ¥ ¥ Poppy never do such a thing again .. ¥ wrote Marco  ¥ Marco is right we were anxious especially after we went to your house and we didn't find you .. ¥  ¥ How are you? ¥ Gian was the most worried ¥ We know you don't want to talk about it .. tell us how you feel at least ¥  she took a picture of what saw from the window and one of the library sharing them in the chat  ¥ As you can see by myself I'm fine, I relax and wait for Thomas to return from the morning run ¥ wrote adding a smiley face  ¥ Wow but do you have a private library? ¥ asked Jack  ¥ Something similar ¥ was happy to be able to safely share photos of the house, heard Tom's voice calling her

"Darling where are you?"  she switched off the phone and stood up to join the man  "I am here my love," said, throwing arms around his neck  "Good morning my queen, I am sweating soaked, how about a shower and maybe we go out for lunch" the man said before kissing her  "I could not agree more with you" laughed as followed him upstairs,  "Do you want to tell me how did you go with your family?" the man asked, handing her a bath towel, Y/N shook head no longer wanted to think about it,  "I'd rather not Thomas.. sorry" she said in a low voice, the man took her face in his hands and smiled,  "It's all right, I don't want to know anything if you don't feel up to it," he said kissing her, "Sammy is waiting for us tonight for the games"  "The games?" asked the woman, handing him the shampoo, "I thought they would leave right after the honeymoon ceremony"  "I forget that you do not know the Scottish customs" he laughed as washed her hair, "After the wedding ceremony and dinner it is tradition that men challenge each other in races force themselves to conquer the girl of their dreams" he explained seriously, "Tonight I will fight for my queen's heart,” concluded, kissing her,  "My Lord you don't need to fight, my heart belongs to you already" she laughed Y/N hugging him, they ended the shower laughing and joking among the bubbles and prepared to go out.

"If you allow me to take you to one of my favorite restaurants," he said, opening the door to her, the woman laughed at Tom's cavalry, of all the new things that was getting used to, those small gestures were the strangest,

"Even a sandwich is ok Honey, I'm hungry," she replied, tying belt, the man started the engine and they left for the city center, Y/N was more and more fascinated by London even if would have to postpone the visit, soon they would leave promised herself would see her when they returned, the car turned a lane and stopped in front of a room with a large wooden sign, there was a cow carved on it and other colored statues always in the shape of a cow were arranged around the tables, the woman smiled curiously following Tom inside the restaurant, the meitre dressed as a butcher welcomed them

"Mister Hiddleston is a pleasure to see you again," he said professionally, shaking his hand. "Your table is ready, this way," gestured to follow him, the woman admired the industrial-style interiors with brass chandeliers and warm lights, they went down the separè stairs frosted glass and copper divided the second room into corners of privacy,

"Madame, please," said the man, moving her chair away,

"Thank you" she smiled as sat down, "I'm curious to read the menu, this place is beautiful" said in a low voice, opening the menu, the meat reigned supreme in every course, beef and cow from all over the world and in all the sauces they lit up eyes when she read Chianina's Florentine, suspected that he had brought there to please her, looked at him from above the menu, the man smiled at her

"I love eating here, if I can I recommend the croutons are something special" he said turning the menu and showing her the list, a waitress went ahead smiling,

"Excuse the intrusion I leave the wine list," she said, laying the paper on the table and disappearing again,

"Darling what do you think you are eating?" He asked the woman scrolling through the wines,

"Everything looks inviting but I think I'll be on a classic Italian, crostini and fiorentina" she laughed with mouth watering,

"Then I order a red wine," he replied, nodding to the waitress who approached,

"Crostini for two as an appetizer then fillet with pepper and Florentine," he said, ordering for both, "To drink instead of sparkling water and the red Chianti" the waitress hesitated a second

"Certainly Mister Hiddleston" said, turning and going towards the cellar, she returned a few minutes later followed by what seemed to be the chef,

"Good evening," he said, approaching the table, "Is Florentine for you?" asked Tom,

"No it's for the lady" he replied with a gesture towards Y/N who stared at the chef smiling,

"Excuse me Miss our Florentines are usually shared in more people being very large," he explained to the woman, "Can I recommend a fillet?"

"Very large would it be?" she asked curiously, was used to Florentine but maybe in England they were different,

"2 pounds and a half" replied the chef, the woman had no idea of ​​the weight conversion, she thought for a second

"I'm sorry but I'm Italian and I have no idea how much kg is," she said blushing sincerely, the chef laughed

"Then you will have no problem finishing it, it is about 1 and a half kilograms, normal for us," he said in Italian, "I think of it, to the blood and not cut" concluded smiling, Y/N thanked

"Estelle brings the wine, no ice bucket thanks," he said to the waitress and took his leave,

"Any problems with meat Darling?" Tom asked, taking her hand,

"No problem, apparently here you are not used to the size of the steaks" laughed explaining the exchange with the chef,

"In fact I'm curious to see you struggling with the Florentine" laughed as kissed her, the waitress opened the wine and poured it into Tom's glass to taste it, the man motioned that it was fine and filled the glasses of both before to retrace her steps.

The food was as if she imagined it, exquisite, the croutons were as good as those of trattorias in Italy, Tom's phone rang

"Good morning bride," he said with a smile, "Already standing?", Y/N beckoned to him to say goodbye, "Of course we'll be there, we'll finish lunch and leave .." he laughed at what Sammy told him, "The key is to usual place, later" closed the call and looked at Y/N, "Sammy sent clothes for games "

"Who knows why I expected it?" she laughed, "By now I'm not surprised by these things, I'm curious to see the games and the clothes!"

the waitress moved on to remove the starter plates and changed the knives a few minutes later, returning with the seconds,

"It's huge, are you sure you can finish it?" Tom laughed as saw the woman's steak,

"Of course" replied Y/N sinking fork in the meat, "In Tuscany this cut is normal, thinks I know people who eat it even bigger than this" she laughed, the meat melted in mouth and had no problem finishing it, if had she not been at the restaurant would have bitten even the bone but had to behave like a lady,

"Would you like a dessert?" asked the waitress, removing the dishes

"Darling?"

"I'm just full of coffee for me"

"For me a tiramisu thank you" the man said, they finished lunch and went back home, it was a beautiful sunny day, they found two dark hangers on the coat rack,

"Great clothes have already arrived," said Tom, taking the crutches, "Let's get ready" took her hand and went up to the bedroom.

The dress, or rather the costume, was in a beautiful medieval style in blue fabric, down to the feet and full of laces, Y/N undressed and put on the long shirt in light linen bordered with lace before wearing it,

"Thomas help me tie it" said calling the man, "I understand why the ladies had a maid to help them, it's a nightmare of laces" laughed trying to figure out where to start, she felt Tom's hands fumbling on her back,

"My queen you are beautiful" he said kissing her neck, the woman laughed clutching the ribbons on her chest, the man closed her sleeves, turned to admire her and handed the hat, Y/N gasped, Tom had worn a kilt and a simple white linen blouse with the color band of his clan,

"For the Gods .. you .. you .." could not say anything sensible and shook her head, had to concentrate so as not to attack him and to have his hands caress didn't help,

"Honey, shouldn't I wear the colors of your clan?" she asked, remembering that had seen in a documentary that the Scottish ladies used to wear headbands or handkerchiefs in the colors of their partner, Tom looked at her sideways, "Here.. always if you want.." she said suddenly uncomfortable realizing that maybe was running too fast, the man took her by the hips laughing and making her rotate,

"Are you serious?" He answered kissing her, "Darling sure I want, it would be beautiful" , he cut a piece of the band and tied it to her wrist like a bracelet smiling happily like a child at Christmas, "You always amaze me, now let's go, you won't want to be late" he said taking her hand and going towards the car.