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shadowhuntertrash · 3 years

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High Notes

Chapter One

Characters belong to Cassandra Clare

Thomas almost screamed when his alarm went off. Yesterday had been one of his best friends, Matthew Fairchild’s, twenty first birthday. It would be stupid to say it was Matthew’s first drink but they went out and celebrated his ability to legally drink anyway. Thomas almost never drank but since his cousin Christopher was still underage and his sister Anna was there he knew one of them would be able to drive them home.

He was currently cussing his drunk self out in every language he could for not turning his stupid alarm off. He slammed his hand on his alarm and was greeted by the sound of someone puking in the bathroom and Matthew cursing the gods before turning his cursing to Thomas. Thomas could hear Christopher laughing in his room.

He and his three best friends shared a four room apartment together. It was a simple apartment with a living room and a kitchenette in the middle and two hallways off the sides. Down one hallway was a door to a bathroom with two doors on either side. One of which belonged to Matthew Fairchild and the other to James Herondale’s. You would find the same if you went down the other hall, but instead of Matthew and James’ room you would find Christopher and Thomas’.

“Thomas Lightwood I might kill you if the thought of opening my eyes didn’t make me want to throw up!” Matthew yelled from his side of the room. The pounding in his head worsened and he just groaned back in response. “God dammit Math stop screaming.” He could hear James’ voice coming from the bathroom and realized that it must have been James throwing up. He heard shuffling from their side of the house and then Matthew’s now considerably quieter voice talking to James. “I’m sorry Jamie are you okay?”

Thomas sighed and let Matthew worry about his boyfriend. James and Matthew had been best friends since 6th grade and they had been dating for about 5 months now. Everyone had thrown a party when they had finally got together. Everyone knew it was coming but the idiots were too oblivious to believe the other liked them.

Thomas got up and walked to the kitchen where he found his cousin, Christopher. Kit smiled at him and put a glass of water and some pain meds in his hand. Thomas smiled appreciatively at his cousin. “God I knew there was a reason we kept you around Kit.” Christopher laughed and Thomas greedily threw the medicine back and swallowed it with a gulp of water.

Thomas thanked him and walked back to his room. The house stayed quiet for about four hours until someone started banging on the door which set off another round of groans. The four hours of quiet they got helped everyone’s hang over but the insistence banging was not doing wonders for their heads.

Christopher laughed again looking unfairly chipper. Thomas walked into the living room as Christopher opened the door to see Lucie Herondale, James’ sister, and Cordelia Carstairs, Lucie’s best friend. They barged in with wide smiles on their faces. “Thomas!” Lucie said cheerily before running up to him and throwing her arms around him. Thomas let out a surprised ‘oof!’ before hugging her tightly back.

Thomas had two older sisters but they had never been close. He was very close to his parents but his sisters had always kept to himself. His parents were very close with his friends' parents. His father, Gideon, and Christopher’s father, Gabriel, were brothers. Christpher’s mother was James and Lucie’s aunt. Christopher and his older sister, Anna, were James, Lucie, and Thomas’ cousin. Lucie and James’ parents, Will and Tessa, were best friends with Jem Carstairs who was Cordelia and Alastair’s, Cordelia’s older brother, cousin. Jem had taken Cordelia and Alastair in when they’re mother died. They’re father had left when Cordelia was born. It was all a bit confusing but Thomas considered them all family. Well almost all of them.

Alastair was a different story. Thomas had been in love with Alastair since he was 15, now here he was 6 years later still simping over the boy he would never be able to have. He didn’t mind though. His mother had taught him that it didn’t matter who he loved as long as they deserved it. Alastair was not a very kind person but Thomas was one of the only ones who ever saw past that, through his rough exterior to the kind person he was on the inside.

Just because Thomas could see Alastair didn’t make them friends though. They were acquaintances of course since his sister figure was in a band with Cordelia. They were all musically inclined.

Lucie and Cordelia both sang and played guitar. They had started a band with just the two of them when they were 16 around the same time Thomas, Matthew, James, and Christopher started theirs. The girls had named their band The Beautiful Cordelia as a joke but it quickly caught on. The four boys created their band which they named The Merry Thieves after Lucie’s nickname for them as children. Matthew had an amazing voice and occasionally played the piano, James was an amazing drummer, Thomas played guitar and he wrote their songs, Christopher played the bass guitar for them.

Cordelia’s older brother, Alastair, was a solo artist who wrote his own songs and performed them. Thomas had never heard a voice as great as his. It was raspy whereas Matthew’s was smooth. Alastair had so much more emotion than Thomas could even dream of singing with.

Thomas was brought back to the present when Lucie pulled back and laid a hand on his forehead. “Darling are you feeling okay?” Lucie gave just about everyone a nickname and for some reason instead of Tom or something of the like she simply called him Darling. At first everyone was shocked because they thought that meant that him and Lucie were dating but they quickly squashed those rumors.

Thomas grumbles in response to her question. She raises one eyebrow and Thomas feels a jolt of jealousy go through him. He’d never been able to do that. “He’s fine, just hung over. They had lots of fun last night.” Christopher said, smirking, Thomas glared at him. He lifted his eyes to look at Cordelia. She was in a pretty white sundress with flowers on it. She had open toed sandals on and her toenails were freshly painted. Thomas flashes her a smile that she returns quickly.

“Hello Cordelia.” She rolls her eyes. Thomas was the only one who called her by her full name and most people were under the impression it was meant to be teasing but honestly Thomas just found her name beautiful and incredibly underused. “Hello Thomas. If you don’t mind would you get the other boys? We have some news!” I nod and turn to go get them.

They were in Matthew’s room now. The door was slightly ajar and from Thomas’ vantage point he could see James was sitting criss cross at the head of Matthew’s bed, he still looked slightly sick but he was smiling down at Matthew who had laid haphazardly down on the bed with his head in James’ lap. His eyes were closed but he had a smile on his face. I knock on the door not wanting to barge in.

James turned to look at him and Matthew opened his eyes. “Lucie and Cordelia would like to tell us something.” James nods and Matthew stretches before climbing off the bed. He turns and reaches a hand out to help James up. James grabs it and interlocks their fingers. Thomas sighed quietly. He wanted that, more so than he would ever willingly admit.

The boys walk into the living room, Thomas a few steps in front of James and Matthew. James goes to hug his sister and Matthew hugs Cordelia. Matthew and Cordelia were rather close because she had let him rant about James to her when he was pining. “What brings you to our beautiful home ladies?” Matthew said enthusiastically, Thomas had a strong suspicion that Matthew wasn’t even hung over. He had a very high tolerance for drinks.

Cordelia and Lucie shared a bright smile. “Well,” Lucie started her smile getting bigger as she talked. “As you know all of our music has been taking off.” They all nod acknowledging the statement. It was true their music was getting big. It was even being played on the radio. They had each released an album.

Lucie smiled at Cordelia again and Cordelia took over talking. “So we’ve been talking with our manager and we were wondering if you guys wanted to go on tour with us?” There was a collective gasp and it was silent for a second before everyone started talking over one another. “You’re kidding! This is a joke!” Matthew. “Yes! Yes yes yes! YES!” James. “For how long?” Christopher.

The girls laugh. “I can guarantee you this is not a joke. It would be for five months. And it would be split evenly between the three of us.” There was a round of cheers and Thomas watched as Matthew shot up and tackled Lucie and Cordelia where they were on the couch. “Oh my god you are my favorite people on earth!” Cordelia giggled and James smacked him on the back of the head.

Matthew pulled away pouting at James and rubbing his head. “After you of course Jamie.” James rolled his eyes and pulled his sister and Cordelia in a hug as well, granted much gentler than Matthew had. “Thank you so much.” He said quietly the girls gave him a soft look and hugged him back.

The girls got up and started walking to the door. “I would start getting ready if I was you. We leave in a week.�� Lucie said with a wink Matthew paled and put a hand to his forehead dramatically. “Lucie! You can’t spring this on me and only give me a week to get everything together!” Lucie laughed. “Calm down Matthew! You just have to pick comfy clothes and the costume people will pick our concert attire.” Matthew nods seemingly relaxing at the thought.

The girls were almost to the door when a thought occurred to Thomas. “Girls?” They turn to look at him waiting for him to continue. “You said it was split evenly between three? Who else is going with us?” Lucie and Cordelia seemed to have a silent conversation before reaching a conclusion. Cordelia was the one to answer. “My brother.”

Thomas stared at them blankly. Cordelia’s brother. Alastair. Thomas groaned internally. He was so screwed.

#high notes #high notes: chapter one #thomastair #alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood #matthew fairchild #james herondale #lucie herondale #cordelia carstairs #christopher lightwood #tour #band au

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #423

“i won’t think about you when i’m older / ‘cuz we never really had our closure”

Are you better at cooking dinners or making cakes/biscuits/sweets? Neither. Have you ever cut someone else’s hair? No. Who was the last guest in your house and what were they staying for? My late grandmother's husband stayed overnight when he was driving from New York to Florida or the other way around, idr. How many long term relationships have you been in? Two. Do you sleep with all the lights out, or do you leave a lamp or even the television on? My snake's heat lamp stays on. Who is one person you have forgiven, but still have not “forgotten” what they have done? My dad. Are you a fan of Lana Del Rey? I don't think I've even heard one of her songs. Do you know your blood type? A-. Do you know your mother’s birthday? Yes. Have you got your period at the moment? I haven't had my period since I started TMS. It's honestly so fucking frustrating that it obviously had an effect on my body, but not my depression. I've officially finished TMS as of a few days ago and now I just feel so void of hope. Have you ever been pregnant? No. How old were you when you first went on a plane? Idr, I was a little kid. Have you ever had to take out a loan for anything? Not me personally, but my parents have for my education that I threw away. Are both of your blood parents still in your life? Yes. I don't see my dad a lot, but he's still in my life regardless. When was the last time you went apple picking? I’ve never been. Someone asked you what you wanted, what would you say? Happiness. Have you ever been drunk at school or work? I have not. How many bedrooms are in your house? Three. Are you smart about computers? Not really, no. Have you ever played Just Dance for Wii? Yes. My sister loved them, so we have a few. Do you own a Xbox 360? No. I'm a PlayStation girl. Would you ever do a sex tape for a million dollars? No. I'd be mortified. So, do you need a nap? I really should take one. I slept like... maybe three hours last night. I was up most of the night having a fucking life crisis. What would you rather be doing? Something fun. What sport are you the best at? I haven't touched any sort of sport since I was a teenager. Do you have a little sister? What’s her name? Yeah, Nicole. Do you complain a lot? Kind of, but I generally try to keep it in surveys nowadays. I'm just tired of shit. Would you rather go to an authentic haunted house or an ancient temple? Ohhh, tough pick, but I've gotta say the ancient temple. Do you like fruity or minty gum? Both, really. Are you looking forward to any day of this month? Well July is practically over, so I'll answer for August. I'm looking forward to my nephew's birthday. Have you ever gotten detention? A few times for getting too many morning tardies in high school. Is there a traumatic event that you’ve experienced that’s changed your life? Definitely. Do you buy a majority of your clothes from a certain store, or do you just pick out items of clothing you could see yourself wearing, not caring about the store it came from? The latter. Have any of the artists you’re fond of released new albums recently? Powerwolf did recently. Would you ever keep your favorite animal as a pet? I could write a college-length essay on why meerkats do not make good pets whatsoever. Do fucking not get one. I can barely fathom how it's legal in some countries. Ever cried so much you threw up? No, but I've gagged. Who is your best guy friend? Girt. What do you two do when you hang out? Mostly just watch TV and play board games. What is a movie that you thought you would hate but you ended up loving? I dunno, really. Do you even like horror movies? I love horror movies. Do you live in the country? I wish I still did. :/ Me and Mom hate hate hate living in these suburbs. What is your favorite accent? British. Have you ever had a boyfriend your parents didn’t like? No. Do you drink Pepsi or Coke? Coke. Pepsi is gross. What do you plan to do on your 21st birthday? I was literally in the psych hospital for my 21st birthday lmao. It's kind of a painful memory, but I also won't forget the love and kindness people showed me. I especially remember the friend I made there getting the lunch lady to literally go and buy me a slice of cake. Everyone also sang happy birthday to me and gaaaah I'm getting emotional. Do you have any person in your family with an addiction to beer? That was my dad's drink of choice when he drank. Do you take a lot of pictures? Unless I have my camera and am somewhere pretty, no. What kind of face wash do you use? Water, lol. Does drama always seem to follow you? Nah. Does anybody in your family race? No. Are you closer to your mom or dad? My mom. How much money did you used to get from the ”tooth fairy?” Uhhh... I want to say $2 or something? I might be way off, idr. How long do you want to live with your parents? I WISH I could have moved out with an s/o already, but that's just not how life's worked out. Do you have a laptop or desktop? I have a laptop. Do you like your parents? I love them. Do you secretly like someone? It's not a secret, no. Would you ever date your best male friend? Tried that once and it didn't work out. I liked him more as like a brother. What are you currently listening to? "Better Than Me" by Hinder. I really need to turn it off, but I can't make myself. Do you want to be single? I really wish I had a partner to love and motivate me to strive to do better, but I know it's better I'm single right now. I'd just relive the Jason situation, I'm sure. I'd just drag the person down and lose them. Did you go out or stay in last night? I'm almost always at my fucking house not doing shit, so. Have you pretended to like someone? No, that sounds pretty stupid... How is your heart lately? Hurting. A lot. Are you wearing socks? I hate wearing socks and I'm in bed anyway, so no. What do people call you? Britt, mostly. Do you get stressed out easily? VERY. Have you ever been taken to the emergency room in an ambulance? No. What is wrong with you right now? Where the hell to begin. Do you own something from Hot Topic? A lot. Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone? With someone, so long as the bed is big enough to comfortably fit two of us. Do you still talk to the person you last made out with? No. I'm certain he wants nothing to do with me. Have you ever seen your best friend cry? Sadly. Did you get any compliments today? Definitely not. I look and feel like a wreck right about now. There's nothing to praise me about. Have you ever gone to a beach? Many times. What would you say if someone asked you to get high right now? Unless it was an edible, no. I'd do almost anything to try and make me feel better right now, even if just for a little while, but I'm unwilling to smoke anything. Do you believe that everything happens for a reason? HELL no. Have you ever done volunteer work just because you wanted to? Honestly, no. Do you have long nails? No; I never do because I have an awful habit of picking at them. Do you like the gender you are? I don't like or dislike it, honestly. I'm just neutral. Do you generally look nice in photos? HA. Have you ever had a stick insect as a pet? No. What colour are your father’s eyes? They're dark brown. If I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer? Ozzy, duh. Name three facts about your family? We're very, very spread out geographically, some of us (in other words, me) are emotionally distant, and uh... idk. Would you ever get into a long distance relationship? Only if it was a certain person, our lives were more on track, and we were making plans for either of us to move soon. What’s the most thoughtful present you’ve ever received? Probably this really long letter my mom wrote for me on my bday a couple years ago. What’s your favorite hot beverage? Hot chocolate. Did you ever play an instrument? If so what? I played the flute for many years, all through middle school and through much of high school. Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents? Carve pumpkins, for sure. Do you think you’re important? I don't fucking know. Probably not. What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received? Idk. Have you been diagnosed with any mental disorders? *hands over thick book* Have you ever moved to another state or country? If so, how did it feel to be new? No. Do you know how to properly eat food with chopsticks? No. My hands are way, way too shaky to ever accomplish that. Are you more of a leader or a follower? Definitely a follower, but I can step up in certain situations. What was the first thing you ate today? Well, I was seriously depression-eating last night, way past midnight, and had a peanut butter sandwich. If you could spend the day, doing absolutely anything, with anyone, anywhere, what would it be like? LET'S NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT RIGHT NOW. If I were to ask you how you are doing, and you were only able to answer completely honestly, what would come out? "Falling apart." I've lost direction, motivation, strength, hope, just everything. What is the one thing that you have been avoiding that you should do? I need a fucking shower so bad that it's embarrassing. I just can't move. I have no energy, emotionally or physically. I just can't make myself do it. Is there anything that you wish you could take back? So, so badly. What, in your mind, could make you truly happy? Actually reaching goals. Losing weight. Healing my legs. Knowing with certainty that I wasn't emotionally abusive to Jason. Moving out of this town and back into the country. Financial stability. A job I thoroughly enjoy. I could go on, but let's not. If you could change one conversation in your life, what would you say differently? Would it have REALLY made any difference? God, let me take back shit I said in that fucking letter to you-know-who. It's so hard to believe I once thought it perfectly justified and realistic. When is the next time you’ll change your hairstyle? Will you color it? I don't have any plans of changing the style in the foreseeable future. I want to color it BADLY. To just SOMETHING. Do people normally say you’re a fast typist, or are you rather slow? I'm like, a lightning-fast typist. Have you ever been considered the ‘smartest person in school?’ No; my best friend in HS was, though. Her GPA was fucking insane. I was in the top percentile, though, so I was up there. What the hell happened to that girl. How many drugs are in your system? If we're including prescriptions, a whole hell of a lot. What’s on your schedule for tomorrow? Jack shit. Like usual. Do you currently have any bite marks/hickeys on your body? No. Do you call anyone baby? Excluding my pets, no. What’s your current mood? lol if you've gotten this far reading, you can make an educated guess. Do you think you are a good person? Bro I just don't know. What were you doing before filling out this survey? I was playing WoW. How late did you stay up last night? Like, 4:30 or so. When was the last time you cried really hard? I wanna say like a week ago? Is your hair longer than your shoulders? No. It still badly needs a trim, though.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''better than me'' by hinder

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iggy-of-fans · 5 years

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Finally there. The last chapter. The epilogue. The long awaited finale with a Raven redemption, Adrian's story, reactions and a lot of fluffy fluff! Over 3000 words for this.

LIFE GOES ON

Bruce stood at his window, overlooking the rose garden in the backyard, gathered with everyone except Damian and Marinette. There was a strong sense of anticipation in the room. As Bruce looked about him, some of the Kwami zooming around the room, he thought back to the events three years ago. Guardian Angel officially joining the Justice League, the great battle of Gotham, and returning of teenage renegade to Paris. He still got chills when he remembered Agreste's statement of events.

The room was quiet for a moment as Adrien tried to think of where to begin. He stared at the ceiling.

"It starts a year before Hawkmoth first appeared. My mother and father and I lived happily together, father was busy at work, but we were all very happy. Sometimes I would hear them shouting, but it would turn to moans not long after, and father told me when I asked once that mother just needed to be loved properly. Then mother disappeared and father searched furiously for her, until eventually she was proclaimed as dead. Father became distant, and I rarely ever saw him except if I messed up or something. So I tried to be the perfect son, but I wanted some freedom, friends, to fall in love like all my animes. I snuck out of the mansion to go to school, and almost made it in when I saw this old man needed help. So my father's assistant caught me and brought me home. But there was a box on my table, and with it I became Chat Noir. I thought Ladybug was my soulmate because how could we not be? Then my father agreed to let me go to school and I became friends with Marinette and Nino and Alya and my childhood friend Chloe was there too. It was perfect. I was a hero, I had friends, I had a soulmate. But Ladybug was always turning me down, and she was allowed to choose more heroes, and she refused to have any fun. And then Lila Rossi transferred and she liked to tell tall tales, but she wasn't hurting anyone. Marinette was just being too hard on her, too stubborn. If she'd just let it go, just played nice, she would've been fine. Lila would eventually get tired of it all. I always had her back and she knew that. Her 14th birthday, Lila told me about Marinette's love for me. Marinette was supposed to wait for me and we would have a magical night. I found her a ways away, and thought she'd just gotten sick of waiting for me, but I made it up to her and brought her home. But two nights later, the police swarmed our home, and were shouting about my father being Hawkmoth, which is impossible, because he was Akumatized! And I was taken in, because Chat Noir was being accused of rape! And Nathalie was supposed to be Mayura! And none of that made sense! So I tried to have them find Marinette, because she would be able to clear everything up. Three days went by when Ladybug showed up, carrying Marinette's dead body to the police. She had a video of my classmates hurting her, hurting Marinette. And she had the power to fix her and didn't. I was devastated. Then Marinette appeared to me. She was as real and bright as ever. She wanted to be with me. And I wanted to create the perfect world for her. Our class would all be friends, Chloe would be nice to her, and Lila would be her best friend, and Marinette would be Ladybug instead. My mother and father would be happy and together forever, and they would love Marinette just as much as me. Marinette was the one who planned everything and told me what to do. But I knew no one else saw her. But I did as she told me, because once I made my wish, nothing bad would ever happen to her again" Adrien spoke with passion in his voice, but his eyes never met theirs.

Batman and Wonder Woman's eyes met. This wasn't their first rodeo with the mentally unstable.

"Do you feel any remorse at all, knowing that those lives you took will forever remain dead?" Wonder Woman asked.

"Ladybug is the only one guilty. She could bring them back if she wanted to."

"The ladybug powers do not work like that. My mother was once a Ladybug. She needs to absorb the negative energy of a magical attack, like with the Demon, and she uses that to rebuild the world. She can not create or bring back life or heal, because when she does it, she is merely absorbing the darkness from their bodies. Otherwise there would never have been ill in Paris. The dead would have risen everyday. Can you not see that? " Wonder Woman asked.

" Marinette would never lie to me" Adrien stated. He was looking to his side, smiling softly. Wonder Woman was especially concerned that he saw her still, even while under the influence of the rope of Hestia, which should break through every delusion.

The interview concluded, it was decided that Adrien Agreste would serve life in a French Asylum, without bail. When his family was contacted, his father was emotionless, his mother just disinterested. She'd always known he'd be just like his father.

Bruce came back to the present when Damian and Marinette walked onto the scene below. Her 18th birthday was just around the corner, and they were planning a family party for her in that very garden. But Damian had asked for a sem-private moment with her. Knowing they'd all find a way to spy on them anyways, he'd told them to just watch from the office. Damian had grown up a lot since meeting Marinette. He was still chaos impersonate, still the calm before the storm and determined beyond anyone else his age. But he was also considerate of other people, he didn't lash out as quickly or as violently. He took the time to get to know his brothers better, and he showed his gratitude to them in small ways, like remembering their favorite bands and buying concert tickets, or simply sitting with them after a rough mission instead of dealing with it alone. The family was closer than ever before. So Bruce smiled with hope when he watched Damian kneel in the grass.

Dick watched as Damian walked into the garden, speaking quietly with his "Angel". She'd grown into a beautiful young woman, her scars had healed, both physically and emotionally with the constant presence of Damian at her side. He proved his love to her with every word he spoke, with every comforting hug. He truly always had her back and there was nothing the youngest Wayne wouldn't do for Marinette. Even forgiving Raven.

Nightwing and StarFire took Raven back to Star City, where they had built a special cage built in case Trigon ever sent his sons to do his bidding. Placing Raven inside, Nightwing paced. He still remembered Guardian Angel's expression as she fell, thinking that it had been Damian. More than that, he remembered watching as Raven ruthlessly ripped the earrings out of Marinette's ears, or the sick smirk on her face. He paced some more, ignoring Korri's worried looks. When Raven started stirring he walked in, expression cold as he stared down at the petite girl. Once, he would have been happy to call her sister. Now though.

"What happened?" Raven asked, looking at the cage around her. His frown deepened.

"How dare you?" he hissed, the snake miraculous still gleaming around his wrist. He was usually the one to enforce the "no kill" rule the strongest amongst the family, but he could feel the temptation to strongly. Raven furrowed her brow, trying to remember what had happened to get her locked up, but could remember nothing past Damian walking into the ballroom with a girl on his arm. She'd remembered feeling slightly crushed that her crush seemed to have moved on, but the next she knew, everything went dark. Now here she was, in a cage to hold her brothers. What had she done?

"What…. What have I done?" Raven asked, her voice pleading. Nightwing felt his anger rise even more. How dare she sit there, looking innocent. He couldn't believe anything she said or did, because really, who would turn so willingly on her teammates. Who would abandon their friends in mid battle and turn around and kill one of them. He didn't believe the innocent act at all. Korri placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to step in front of him but he wouldn't budge, glaring with all the hatred an older brother could feel.

"Damian had just walked in with the new member of the Justice League. I was sad, because… Well, you know I have a crush on him. But then things got dark, and I heard someone saying something, like a whisper. I thought I passed out. What happened?" she asked again. Nightwing was still not buying it. He felt his hackles rise, wanting to get her to confess.

"And you just expect me to believe that?" he growled, his muscles tensing.

"Nightwing! We know how powerful Trigon is! He only just escaped, we have no idea if he left a mark on her!"

"we also know that Raven is more powerful than that. She has him captured. Is it so wrong to believe she just snapped?" Nightwing snapped at Korri, the image would forever haunt him.

"What?" Raven was so confused. Korri wasn't much better, since she had been on the other side of the battle, and with second chance, no one else remembered anyways. Perhaps we should call WonderWoman here" Korri suggested calmly, trying to settle the tension in Nightwing's shoulders. Nightwing wanted to just throw the cage into a deep hole and never look at her again.

A Portal suddenly opened behind them and Robin stepped through. His fox transformation had long worn off, but Nightwing knew he still had it on him. However, instead of turning on Raven and tearing into her, he turned to Nightwing and held out his hand.

"Guardian Angel I'd worried about your emotional stability right now. Hand over the Miraculous before you do something that will haunt you as much as whichever image makes you so angry now. The ability to fix or change a situation can corrupt even the purest of souls, and you haven't been tested to be a permanent holder." Nightwing didn't even twitch, keeping his arms crossed and his face in a scowl. Nobody would even remember if he slid his finger over the bracelet.

"Please Richard. You do not want that on your conscience" Robin pleaded, his face softening into understanding. And really, who other than Robin, and maybe Red Hood, would understand better? He sighed and reached for the bracelet.

"Transform me" he mumbled, and a blue light went up under his other suit. Sass flew right through the portal, a blue blur trying to get away. Nightwings shoulders hunched. He was no better than that blonde idiot and his friends. Robin grasped the Miraculous and reached his other hand on his shoulder. "No one knows what you do about this battle, Richard, though Guardian Angel has a guess she won't share. What you saw was one outcome, one possibility of many, and you prevented the worst. But you are not all knowing about people, and the Justice League has wrongfully confronted Raven once before. Let Wonder Woman question Raven, and take comfort that no matter her answer, it is the truth."

" when did you get so wise, baby bird?" Nightwing whispered, finally relaxing his posture completely.

" Angel told me most of what I should say before I came through. The rest…. I've just had some good influences in my life, I guess"

Nightwing smiled and Robin stepped back through the portal to Gotham. A few minutes later, Wonder Woman stepped through her own.

"Agreste?" Nightwing asked.

"Still in surgery. Oracle said she'd monitor him for me and send me back in time for the questioning. Now, Guardian said you needed my help?" Korri nodded.

"I'm afraid we can't just accept her word at face value right now. We have no idea if what she's saying is true."

Wonder Woman nodded and sent the Rope of Hestia through a breathing hole. Raven easily picked it up and wrapped it around her wrist multiple times and looked up.

" What is the last thing you remember?" Wonder Woman asked.

" We were all in the ballroom, and Damian came walking in with the new girl. He looked so calm and happy and kept staring at her. I was choking a little bit. I'd had a crush on him since he first came to the tower, and… I just wanted to get some fresh air. I couldn't breathe properly and my head was starting to hurt. I kept hearing whispering, and I just thought some of the guests had noticed, but then I just blacked out. I came to and I was in this box" Raven stated, looking concerned. Oracle decided to find footage of the ballroom.

"Found her. Here come Damian and… Raven just grabbed her head. She is shaking it slightly. I'm picking up a rusty red glow from the jewel in her head. And she's back. She changes her outfit around the time Wonder Woman starts talking. But otherwise, there's no change" Oracle dictates over the comms.

"Can you please send Guardian through? We may need her to look at the jewel and drain it" Wonder Woman says. The comms are quiet for a while, before finally another portal opens. Guardian Angel comes through, followed closely by Robin with his katana drawn. Raven groans slightly and reaches for her head.

"Did I steal your sword?" she asks, her eyes wide and worried. Robin merely nodded before looking at his Angel. She takes a deep breath before walking up to the box.

"Please stand as close to grass as possible" she tells Raven. She's weary, and something is telling her not to, but Wonder Woman gives her a firm tug of the rope, and glares at her in warning. She crawls over to glass and shakily stands up, placing her forehead to the hold not with the rope through it. Guardian Angel raises her hand and places it over the glass on her side, and immediately a black aura tries to lash out at her. She flies back against the far wall, and Robin and Nightwing become defensive.

"NO! Get out of my head!" Raven yells, falling back to the ground and clutching her ears. Guardian Angel is on her feet immediately and rushes back, breaking the glass container. She clutches her hands around Ravens and whispers in an ancient tongue, the Guardian Language. A pink glow emanates from their forms and when it disappears, Guardian Angel is passed out, and Raven is barely hanging onto consciousness. The crystal that once held her father, a black diamond in her head, is now pink.

"He's gone!" Raven manages to whisper out, before passing out as well. Robin rushes to his Angel's side and quickly brings her through the portal back to Gotham, while the others all stare at Raven. Now what do they do?

Dick remembered how Raven struggled with her magic after that. It took her months to gain back control, as her father had been slowly corrupting it, and with it, Raven as well. But Marinette never held her in contempt, like Dick had. She forgave her and helped her heal, and Damian meditated with her to help as well. Raven was now Marinette's best friend, and she wholly agreed that she was better off with Tim, who had been by her side, analyzing her magic capability. Their family had grown so strong from her forgiving and kind nature. He smiled as he tuned back in to see Marinette throw herself into Damian's embrace.

Tim was so happy, watching his little brother and his future-sister-in-law on the lawn. The past three years had gone by quickly, with Damian growing up into a strong, pure force for good. He looked down to Raven's smiling face, and knew she felt nothing but content, watching her sister in all but blood be so overcome with joy. Three years ago, no one would've thought that this would be the outcome after the exhausting battle and aftermath.

The destruction cleaned up, the villains in jail, Raven cleansed and only waiting to hear Agreste's story, Timothy couldn't quite rest yet. He went to the detention centre and asked to see the Parisian boys, to hear what they had to say. He'd come alone, but saw no reason for them to lie or try to fight. He still had his transformation going under his Red Robin suit, so he was confident he'd be okay.

"Max Kantê and Nino Lahiffe. I've come to take your statements" he said, funnelling as much authority as he could into his statements. The boys' heads snapped up from where they sat. Max gulped audibly, while Nino just looked exhausted. He nodded and sat up a bit.

"Why did you come to Gotham?"

"I wanted to warn Marinette. Max wasn't given a choice" Nino stated calmly.

"I believe from video evidence that Marinette is dead" Red Robin said. Nino just shook his head.

"I think a part of me always knew, but I just didn't want to think, at first, that one of my best friends would go swinging into danger like that. Then, after Lila joined, it was just easier to believe her. And she hated Marinette, so she couldn't be Ladybug. Ladybug carrying Marinette's body into the police station would've fooled most, but I just always had a feeling she wasn't completely gone. I just… Assumed I guess… " Nino tapered off, looking at Red Robin hopefully.

" Marinette Dupain-Cheng is dead" he shook his head. Nino's face fell and he looked at his hands. He shook and cried. He'd been against Alya's plan to attack Marinette, and hadn't been there. Maybe he could've stopped it. He thought that maybe that was why he'd come. A second chance to be a real friend.

Max looked lifelessly at Red Robin.

"My family was murdered by Adrien. I… I have nowhere to go." He finally managed to choke out. Red Robin nodded, aware of the atrocities committed in Paris.

"What do you want to happen? You both were the reason the Justice League was able to mobilize so quickly. From evidence gathered and statements from Cesaire, we were able to gather that neither of you ever did anything against the law or of your own free will. Kantê, as you said, your family is unable to take guardianship of you, and if you choose to return to Paris, you may be held in contempt from the public. Lahiffe, your family has been made aware, but they are currently speaking to Social Services, as they're scared for their other son's health and safety" Tim said.

"And if we stay here?" Max asked while Nino broke into a fresh wave of tears. He'd never be allowed near Chris again.

"... The Teen Titans have long asked for an Oracle of their own…" Red Robin tapered off, leaving the rest for them to interpret and think about," you'd be under house arrest for a while at least. But… You could do some real good there."

Max nodded after a moment and Nino did too, still too emotionally distraught to do much else. Red Robin smiled.

"You'll be moved to your new residence in a couple of weeks," he said, and turned and left as abruptly as he came.

Max Kantê, now known as Le Donnèes and Nino Lahiffe, now Sécurise, became an integral part of Teen Titan operations and training, often conferring with Oracle on large Justice League missions. It was easy to say that they'd become amazing heroes. Nino and Max were in Paris now, in fact, for the first time since leaving. Nino had earned his right to see his brother again, but didn't want to go alone. They'd been quite emotional when Marinette came to them the first time, and they'd become close friends once again. Things were far from perfect in the world, but right this moment, nothing at all could ruin this.

And done. I hope you enjoyed! I've been reading a lot salt and angst, and I wanted to get this out of my system, and maybe write another, more happy, one soon. I'm afraid there's no tag list for this because like an idiot, I forgot to write it out, but I'll try to add it in post haste

#jason todd #marinette deserves better #ml salt #maribat #adrien salt #richard grayson #maridami #tim drake #Daminette #marinette x damian #damian wayne #Raven #Wonder Woman #marinette dupain cheng #Guardian Marinette #BatFam #Happy Ending

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dreamsister81 · 4 years

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In Memoriam: Jeff Buckley By Dennis

It was one of those nights that makes a difference in your life, when you don't give a damn anymore what the rest of the world thinks, as long as they're thinking it about you, and not just the image you project out of fear, or a desire to be liked.

Our subway stop brought us directly beneath the church, St. Ann's of the Holy Trinity. It was hot. I was sweating, and my head pounded, reminding me how much I loved and missed my air conditioner. When we turned the corner, toward the front doors of the church, we were met with a beautiful spring-like breeze, and a small camp of mourners. It looked the way old churches in even older cities are supposed to look; black and imposing against a bright summer sky, making you feel like you owe somebody, somewhere, something . . . maybe praise. Who knows?

We waited and talked amongst ourselves, sharing cookies and memories. We spotted the black shoes, black pants, black belt, shirt, sunglasses, hair and goatee running across the street, toward the church's side entrance, and immediately knew Nathan Larson, of Shudder to Think. He looked less happy than the building crowd, and obviously had greater reason. He was a friend.

When the doors opened, we worked our way into the line of "Jeff Buckley: Eternal Life Mailing List" members, who were unfairly ushered in before those who'd waited longer, but lacked a modem. But we'd waited, and we've loved long enough to mourn, and two among our group of four were list members. So we entered. A disco ball hung from the arched ceiling, and a movie screen showed a still of Jeff beside a mirror. Kazoo's, guitar picks, and programs were handed out at the door. We later learned the guitar picks were the remnants of a cancelled order for the next tour, and the kazoo's . . . well, read on.

We found our seats and upon them fans, like the kind a geisha would use, or perhaps parishioners longing for air conditioning. We waited with the plaintive cries of Reverend Al Green on the sound system to console us. On the stage, sat the urn holding Jeff's ashes, beside his signature Fender Telecaster.

Fr. Lewis Marshall spoke of Jeff, of his love for the church, and the church's love for him. He spoke words of consolation, but he never tried to explain Jeff's death away. He said no belief system he knows of "could make sense of such a senseless" event. He asked that we make the world a better place through the energy and love and creativity that is, not was Jeff Buckley.

"Not all of me is dust, Within my song,

safe from the worm, my spirit will survive."

-Aleksander Pushkin

Jeff's aunt, Peggy Hagberg, was the first of many to tell us about Scotty, and that she'd only ever called him Jeff once. She read a poem she'd written for his 30th birthday, recalling the intrusion he was when born, "that baby my sister was having." But he soon became plaything, then playmate, then friend. She lamented the loss of her special child to the dual person he'd become in manhood and fame. She read from her paper the words "My Scotty . . ." and nodding toward the still on the movie screen, she weeped "that Jeff" and quietly walked away.

His brother Corey Moorehead, and sister Ann-Marie Huck, the children of the stepfather who raised him (Ron Moorehead,) approached the microphone next. Ann-Marie told us about Jeff's life growing up, about his meeting with Tim when he was 8 or 9, about how he never put his guitar down after that meeting. She told us about Tim's overdose, and how it affected "Scotty", and about the time they went to see "Rose", and how upset "Scotty" was when she overdosed . . . they had to leave the theater. She said "Scotty" always held a dark portion of himself away, a part she could never touch. She cried as she spoke to him, saying she hoped he'd finally found peace in his father's arms.

Corey read a poem Jeff had written sometime in the last five years. I believe it was called "Momma dogga". It was a beautifully written, funny poem from a child's perspective, on the love of a dog and a boy, and it lightened the mood. The poem urged us all to learn to live dog-a way. To hear it, you'd really understand.

Michael Tighe and Parker Kindred (guitar and drums from Jeff's band) walked on stage with Nathan Larson (guitar/vocals, of Shudder to Think, Mind Science of the Mind) and Joan Wasser (violin, of the Dambuilders, and Mind Science of the Mind.) They played a beautiful instrumental piece, with breathtaking violin from Jeff's former lover, and deeply emotional playing from his friends. They walked off as silently as they'd walked on.

Michael Tighe was scheduled to speak next, but the church's creative director took his place and told us how much Jeff loved everyone and wanted us all to love him. She spoke of the way he made us all feel we were special because we all had a place in his heart. She read a poem from Lou Reed, as a way to tell us Jeff was our mirror, to remind us how beautiful we really are, when we forget.

There was a presentation from Columbia Records, showing interview segments, and video clips, revealing live footage, and tales of the recording of Grace.

Rebecca Moore, a longtime friend and lover sat at the piano, and admitted she was shaken by the video presentation. She related the tale of Jeff and her cat, how Jeff made it his mission to make this cat love him. She came home one night to find Jeff with his hands around the cat's neck screaming "Love me!" She said that was the way Jeff wanted the world. She performed, and sang a terribly emotional song, and walked off as quietly as all the others.

Jeff's mother followed, and let his cousin, Kelly Hagberg, speak first. She told us about Jeff's sense of humor, and his undying need to create music. He would imitate every character in Saturday Night Fever, do Steve Martin's "Wild and crazy guy" better than Steve Martin, play Nintendo with her little brother, or a song on a Fisher Price guitar. Jeff believed we should make music every chance we got, so we played "You Are My Sunshine" on the kazoo's we were handed at the door. Once for practice, once quietly, and once to blow the roof off.

His mother, Mary Guibert, was amazing; composed and eloquent. She was a natural speaker who drew from us both the sadness and jubilation we'd felt throughout the night. She helped us see the reality in his death that none of us could imagine merely as fans, but she comforted us as well. She loves her son, and she loves us because we do too. Mary told us about the program, that the note from Jeff was one she'd found years ago, that she kept on her bulletin board for inspiration. And she told us about the keys, and the guitar pick strewn about the note. They were the items found in his pockets when his body surfaced, on June 4th.

She urged us to make a Golden Promise.

"A Golden Promise is one that must never be broken. It is made in one's heart to another heart that's just departed this life."

She asked us to "commit 'random acts of kindness and senseless acts of beauty' ... demonstrate the courage to follow your bliss . . . maybe, just maybe, together we'll be able to repair the damage done to this lowly little world by the untimely passing of this gentle minstrel."

We were shown a full concert from the Metro in Chicago, from 1995; nearly 2 hours long. There were pictures on a wall in the backroom, and a poem by Jeff. Michael Tighe, Parker Kindred, Mary Guibert, and Jeff's siblings mingled in the room, graciously taking time with well-meaning fans.

We left that night, feeling like we had a higher purpose, that things did matter. We left with songs in our hearts, and on our lips. We played our kazoo's on the streets of New York as Mary had asked us too.

Life will not go on as it always had. Life will go on as it always should have.

with love from the delphil

-dennis via mojopin.org

#jeff buckley #23 years ago #mylove #supremebeing #favorite #music #st. anns memorial service

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years

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Accidents happen; Queen x teen reader

*Author’s note*

Hey all, okay so here I am with a new request. After people seeing my last Queen x teen reader ‘time for us to look after you’ this anon wanted another teen fic with Queen but with the reader being older. So in this fic imagine you are 18. Now to the anon in the light that as I was writing and trying to finish your fic during Deacy’s birthday I kinda leaned a more close bond with our beloved bass player so I hope that’s okay with you. Hope you all enjoy my lovely darlings :)

Warnings: parent death from drugs, head injuries, fluff, bit of angst. But MOSTLY FLUFF FROM OUR BELOVED 4 BOYS :)

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I was up on stage rewiring some of the bar lights so that when my dad would go to do the light cues to light up the bottom of the stage, they would hit the boys exactly on cue. Wearing special gloves to ensure that no fingerprints got on the covering or the actual bulb smudged with fingerprints dimming the lights when they go up on cue.

“(Y/n), oh (y/n) baby~” I perked up my head and turned around to see my favorite Queen member the one whom I’ve considered a big brother to me, John Richard Deacon. Known to most as the bassist of Queen, the ‘quiet’ guy, but to me he’s the Disco king, father to three beautiful children, loving and dedicated husband to his lady Veronica and as stated before, my brother from another mother.

“Yes?” I asked wearily.

“You wouldn’t happen to know where my Fender bass is at, would you?” I stopped my work and stood up.

“How dare you would accuse me of stealing it Deacy, I’m hurt.”

“I didn’t say it was you, I just asked if you had seen it.” Oh bugger. “But since I know it was you, where is it?”

“I plead the 5th!”

“You’re in England love, it won’t work here.” I gulped and quickly raced off with Deacy chasing after me. I hopped off the stage and ran through the rows of seats with Deacy right behind me.

I would jump over the seats just to get into the next row before Deacy could grab hold of me. We’d just stare each other down as we’d fake each other out trying to either escape or go on the chase. I then raced towards the end trying to jump back onto the stage.

As I rolled across the stage and just before I could make another run for it, I felt Deacy’s arms wrap around me and pin me down to the ground.

“Gotcha! You gonna tell me where it’s at?” I shook my head and that’s when I felt him start to tickle me.

“Gahh Nohohohoh! Deheheheacy stohahahp!”

“Then fess up love, or I won’t.” he mocked. “I have no problem doing this all night love.”

“Okay! Okay uncle! I’ll tell you!” He ceased his attack then before I could speak I heard the voices of the rest of the band come up from backstage.

“Ahh I see you’ve caught your culprit Deacy darling.” Freddie said.

“And it would seem you got a confession out of her.” Stated Brian.

“And now here we have the evidence. It was in her dressing room up against a guitar platform.” Roger presented Deacy with his bass. He stood up and took his instrument back and I said as I got up.

“Ya’ll are snitches. Good to know I’ll be able to trust you guys in prison.” I joked.

“(Y/n)!” we all turned around and there stood my dad, Queen’s stage designer and main light technician. “You know better than to distract the boys from their rehearsal.”

“Sorry dad.” It was then Roger came up and said.

“Ahh no worries (f/n). She wasn’t distracting us. She never is.” Roger said as he gave me a playful noogie.

A little background information about me. As you know my name is (y/n) (l/n), my mum died of a cocaine overdose back in America 2 years ago. Wanting a new life for me, my dad moved us across the ocean here to London where he got a job working at the Odeon Hammersmith theater. After Queen performed their famed Christmas Eve concert back in ’75, they hired my dad as their permanent stage designer and light director because they loved what he had done to make them look good.

And just to get me out in the work field during my holidays, I helped with lighting all thanks to my dad for teaching me the ropes. That’s kinda what helped Deacy and I connect was our knowledge of electrical engineering, and why the two of us just clicked with each other even being 8 years younger than him.

And of course bonding with the rest of the guys wasn’t hard either. Freddie was the first one to just instantly love me cause of my genius work with the lights, he was even impressed when just last year my dad had allowed me to run the lights all by myself. Brian and I bonded with each other due to our love for animals and Roger and I—we already kinda had that teasing big brother-little sister dynamic.

I’d embarrass him whenever he’d tried to bring in one of his ‘flings’ and he’d be the overbearing big brother when my dad was too busy to pick me up from school and intimidate the boys at my high school. You know that kinda of stuff, but he’s also always there for a comforting shoulder and a good bear hug.

“Alright. But you better get back to work missy. I’m gonna start the light checks in half an hour and if those stage lights aren’t done by then, we’re gonna have an issue here.”

“Don’t worry dad I’ll get it done.” He just grinned at me suspiciously before heading back up to the control panel in the very back of the arena.

“You work too hard darling, we can back you up if you need a break.”

“Thanks for the offer Fred but I’m good. I’m….still kinda grounded for going to that party you invited me too last week.”

“Still? That was over 3 weeks ago.”

“Yeah and punishment is hard labor. But at least it’s not staying in my room with cabin fever.”

“I suppose.”

“Go on, you guys get ready for soundchecks, I’ll be five minutes anyways.” I then went back to the edge of the stage and continued my work on the bar lights.

Afterwards I was up on a high elevation machine to screw in the lights that hung along a track up on the ceiling. Once I got done tightening the last screw so that it wouldn’t fall almost 20ft and really kill one of the guys, I saw all four of them starting their soundchecks. Since I was closest to Brian I couldn’t help but say.

“Hey Bri, I can finally see the top of your head.” He looked up at me and I swore he was probably giving me a bitch face.

“Ha-ha very funny (n/n).” he said.

“Oi (y/n), what’s it look like from up there?” Roger cried out.

“No different, just looks like a waterfall of curls sprouting out of his head.” I told him.

“Alright enough of this, you all had your fun.”

“Aww Bri I’m kidding. You know I love you right?”

“Sure you do.” He sneered sarcastically. I chuckled and pressed the down button on the machine. As I was being lowered down, I radioed my dad.

“Everything’s all good here dad.”

‘Good job sweetie bell. Head backstage and help Robert and Sam with the backdrops.’

“You got it pops.” Once I was successfully down and out of the elevator crane, Derek and Jason wheeled it away and I went to find Bobby and Sam.

It was getting close to concert time and as I was walking along stage right when I saw Deacy in his normal side of stage right practicing his bass and just when he thought no one would be looking, he’d try and work in one of his little Disco moves. Which is why I have given him the endearing nickname, Disco Deacy.

It was then I heard something from up above. I took out my binoculars and noticed that something didn’t look right with the track railing, especially on the left side. There was this creaking and groaning sound and that’s when I had to act fast. Quick as I could I cried out to Deacy and shoved him aside when I felt something hit my head and the next thing I knew, my world went black.

*3rd Person POV*

When John overcame the suddenly shock of suddenly being shoved aside, he turned around and saw probably the most horrifying thing he would ever see in his entire life. There lying underneath the track railing was (y/n).

She wasn’t moving and it didn’t look like she was breathing either. Without a word he rushed over and tried to lift up the railing but it was just too damn heavy with all the extra lights screwed onto it.

“Deacy! Are you alright we just heard a—oh my god!” Freddie gasped in horror.

“Don’t stand there gawking like idiots help me!” Deacy snapped. Soon all the band members, plus a couple of stage handlers all piled into helping Deacy raise the railings to get (y/n) free.

“What in the samhell is going—(Y/N)!!!” Her father soon came in on the scene after hearing the crash. He raced up towards the stage and he ordered. “Okay everyone lift slowly on three; One, two, three!” Soon the seven men began to lift the track with all their might. “Slowly, slowly, okay I can pull her out, keep it off of her.”

He then pulled his daughter out from under the track, finally seeing a small pool of blood on the stage.

“Okay slowly lower it back down. One, two three! Easy! Slowly!” Once the track was on the ground, the four band members surrounded the father and daughter.

“(Y/n)? (N/n), can you hear us?” Roger spoke.

“Here press this to her head.” Brian said as he got his jacket off and handed it to her father.

“Medic!”

“Someone call 999!” Soon the stage medics came in and took (y/n) out of her father’s arms and began checking her over.

Outside the ambulance finally arrived and the medics were loading (y/n) up into the back of the truck.

“Go with her (f/n) darling.” Freddie said. (F/n) turned to Freddie and said.

“But what about the show?”

“For once there won’t be a show. We’ll tell John to cancel the show and refund all the tickets. We won’t have enough time to fix the stage. Plus none of us will be focused after seeing that blood.” Explained Roger.

“Go be with your daughter, we’ll try to get there as fast as we can.” Brian assured him. (F/n) nodded and thanked the four band members for their help, most bands would’ve just left it be and not have gotten involved as they did just now.

He raced up and asked the medic to ride with her, the paramedics allowed him to ride with them and once he entered the back of the van, two medics closed the door and the male tapped the door and almost immediately, the van took off for the hospital.

It took some convincing but Reid managed to work out with the manager of the stadium and they made an announcement to the audience that an accident happened and the show had to be canceled.

Freddie, Brian, Roger and Deacy managed to find (y/n)’s dad in the waiting room. He told the band that she was in surgery right now and come out once they had news. Hours passed and finally by 4am a doctor came by with a clipboard and said.

“(Y/n) (l/n)’s father.” It was then the four band members along with (y/n)’s father all stood up. The doctor was confused until her father walked up to him and said.

“I’m (y/n)’s dad.”

“Your daughter sustained a massive head injury. We did all we could to help her but the best we could do for her now is have her be in an induced coma.”

“Does that mean she’s—” her dad feared to continued but the doctor assured him.

“It’s up to her. She’s stable and all vitals are normal. It’s…..just gonna be up to her whether she wakes up or not.” He sighed heavily but thanked the Doctor.

“Can we see her?” asked Freddie.

“Of course. She’s in room 302, you can visit her now.” They all nodded and headed towards the room.

When the five of them came to the door, they saw (y/n)’s head wrapped in bandages, IV’s in her arms and all these hooks and wires attached to her as the machine showed her blood pressure, brain activity and heartrate.

“(Y/n), (y/n) it’s me. I’m here sweetie bell.” Her dad choked out as he took his daughter’s hand in his. “I’m here baby girl, I’m right here. Oh please let me see those pretty (e/c) eyes of yours. Let me know you’re gonna be okay.” He sniffed and kissed his daughter’s hand.

Taking this harder than anyone else, Deacy stepped out trying to compose himself as he gripped his head in his hands and tried to keep his sobs in, but they kept coming out in chokes.

“Deacy darling?” Deacy sniffled and wiped away his tears but refused to speak to Freddie because he knew if he tried to speak, all that would come out would be sobs. “This was in no way your fault darling, you couldn’t have known the track would collapse.”

“But……but…..”

“No buts darling, you. Didn’t. Cause. The. Collapse.” Freddie emphasized. Deacy sighed heavily and cleaned himself up and he choked out.

“If she doesn’t wake up……I’ll never forgive myself.”

“She will. Our little light goddess is a fighter. She’s like a wild mustang. Can try to break her, but she’ll always keep bucking and fighting.” Freddie brought Deacy into a comforting hug, patting his back and rubbing it comfortingly.

Over three weeks passed and still there wasn’t any changes of (y/n) waking up. Even with the News of the World tour, any chance the boys got when they would perform back in England or they managed to get a day off, they’d go see (y/n) and ask her father if she had shown signs of improvement.

Currently Deacy was in there alone with (y/n). As he listened to the machines that were his sign of her still being ‘alive’.

“I—I uhh….I know I’m not much of a singer, so if—you can somehow hear this I don’t want any teasing. As you know I wrote this for Veronica, but ever since meeting you, some of the lyrics seem to resemble you. You’re….like the sister I’ve always wanted and—I hope this song helps you see it.”

He took out a keyboard piano and placed it in his lap and began playing “You’re my best friend” as well as singing the song to her, hoping that somehow this could help her wake up.

*My POV*

I woke up to hearing the sound of a piano playing and a voice singing. It wasn’t as powerful as Freddie’s, nor as high and strong as Roger’s and Bri’s, so….no it couldn’t be, could it?

Slowly I tried opening my eyes but for some reason they were so heavy to open, it was like my eyelids were made of lead. When I did manage to open them, all I saw was a bright light and white walls. I also saw what looked to be balloons in the room as well. I turned to my right to see dozens upon dozens of flowers, balloons and stuffed animals all in a “GET WELL SOON” package, as written on most of the balloons.

I then turned to my left to see Deacy sitting there with a keyboard on his lap and I finally pieced together that the voice was coming from him. He briefly stopped and looked like he was about to break down crying.

“Don’t stop now Deacy.” I croaked out. Wow how long have I been asleep? His head shot up and the second he looked at me, he looked like he was about to explode with a million emotions. He quickly set aside the keyboard and rolled the chair closer towards my face as he said.

“Hey, oh my god you’re—you’re okay.” I felt him stroke my cheek and he repeatedly yet lovingly kissed over my face repeating ‘you’re okay.’

“A little dizzy and exhausted but yeah I guess.”

“Dizzy? Your vision’s not blurry is it? How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Deacy, relax. No my visions not blurry, and you’re holding up two FYI. What happened?”

“You—you don’t remember?” he asked me concerned.

“That’s a little hazy. I mean last thing I remember was running towards you and my vision went black after that.”

“(Y/n). The track beam that held the lights came down. You pushed me out of the way but got caught under the end of it. It took seven of us to get you out. God you….you were bleeding heavily from your head.”

“But—you guys still did the show last night, right? Did it still happen?”

“Uhh love. That happened over 3 weeks ago.” My eyes widened and that’s when I saw the three remaining members of Queen enter in with more gifts and when they saw me awake, they all proclaimed my name and raced over toward me talking all at once. “Alright! Okay you guys step back, give her some air.” Deacy snapped.

“Oh love you still remember me don’t you?” Freddie begged.

“Of course I still remember you. How could I ever forget Freddie Mercury?” he sighed with relief and said.

“I was just worried that you had gotten memory loss from the bump on your precious noggin. Thank god you didn’t, and don’t you ever scare us like that again you cheeky darling.”

“In his own dramatic way, he’s glad you’re safe and awake (y/n).” Brian assured as he stroked my shoulder.

“Was I—really out for 3 weeks?”

“It felt like forever.” Roger stated solemnly.

“Where’s my dad? Is he okay?”

“He’s fine. Hardly left your side the poor man. Finally took Deacy being here to watch over you for him to finally head home and bathe.” Said Freddie.

“As well as get some rest. He looked like he was ready for an early grave.” Roger stated which earned him a back of the head slap from Deacy.

“It’s okay Deacy. It—couldn’t be hard for him. I mean first he lost my mom, and now the thought of losing me, it must’ve devastated him.”

“Well he won’t have to worry about that anymore. Because you’re back, and soon you’ll be on your feet in no time!” Freddie proclaimed.

“And he won’t be alone in taking care of you, because he’s got 4 willing volunteers to help nurse you until you’re back to normal.” Roger stated as he gently poked my nose as he emphasized the ‘you’.

“And just who would those four unfortunately souls be?” they all proclaimed at my negative answer but I couldn’t help but playfully stick my tongue at them.

And they did as promised. But god never did I imagine what mother hens these guys were. They always hovered over me any chance they got, never leaving my side, making sure I was given my medications, and if any signs of discomfort came they’d even have a fight about who got to be my ‘body pillow’.

Mostly Rog, Bri and Fred were the ones to duke it out, which only allowed Deacy to make his move. So nine times out of ten he was my body pillow leaving the other three to wallow in self-pity of not being my body pillow/teddy bear. As Deacy and I were alone, I told him.

“You know I don’t blame you right?” he sighed heavily.

“I know. But seeing you on the ground, blood pooling out from your head. I should’ve heard the thing snapping off. I’d give anything for it to have been me and not you.”

“But what if you had died? Where would that leave Veronica? Your boys, your baby girl, the band, me? Deacy you are valued and the most important person in so many people’s lives. I’d never forgive myself if it had been you in that bed when I knew I could’ve saved you.” He gently stroked the back of my head and kissed my forehead.

“Just promise me never do something that reckless again.”

“I’ll try, being a stagehand is dangerous business.”

“I’ll make you my assistant or fashion designer if it means you’ll be safe. And you know I can make that happen.”

“Yeah but it’d totally backfire cause for one I’ve got 10 left fingers when it comes to drawing, and I’d be the worst assistant ever.” He grinned and gently bopped my nose.

“I don’t think you would. Veronica loves you and she knows you’d give me every message she had regarding her or the kids.” I softly smiled and leaned against his chest listening to his heartbeat.

“Sing me a lullaby.”

“Love you know I can’t sing.”

“I know, but you sang to me at the hospital three days ago.”

“That was when I felt you wouldn’t be able to hear me.”

“C’mon pwease?” I begged with the puppy dog eyes. “Injured girl with a concussion demands her favorite Queen member sing to her.” He sighed but held me close rubbing my shoulder with his thumb and first hummed the opening notes to my favorite Beatles song “Here comes the sun”.

I soon heard him beginning to sing softly. Now while he may not have a strong voice and sure it cracked at some parts, mainly when the range went a little higher, Deacy still had a descent voice. And when he would sing in a normal, low range tone to fit his range, it actually sounded good. Soon enough his voice sent me off into dreamland.

“Goodnight poppet. Sleep well.” Was the last thing I heard before feeling a kiss right over the very spot where I had been hit.

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department-shoe-stud · 4 years

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A Series of Successful Pranks

Annie and Jay aren’t actually that bad at pranks.

They’re just godawful at getting away with said pranks.

1. The Pink Dust Bomb in Gambol and Japes (c. August, 1979)

“Okay, you know the plan, Pip?” Anna Louise looks up at her brother and nods, giving a wicked grin.

“Ready to go.” Jacob nods and walks up to the store owner, rattling off inane questions, while Annie ducks behind an aisle of Gambol and Japes’. She sets the jinxed box down and presses the timer. She quickly walks up to Jay and nods. He nods back, says goodbye to the owner, and the two quickly leave.

“Three,” Annie says, door closing behind them.

“Two,” Jay replies, turning back to look at the shop.

“One,” They say in unison, and fall into uncontrollable laughter as the inside of the windows of the store get covered entirely in pink dust. Customers come rushing out, coughing out pink dust and wiping it off their clothes, only for it to immediately suction itself back onto them.

“Jacob Leon and Anna Louise!” The siblings’ roaring laughter is cut short at the sound of their mother’s voice, and they turn to see her standing there, arms at her hips, fury in her eyes.

Jay looks down at his little sister. “Race you to freedom?”

Annie looks back up at him, then kicks his shin as hard as she can. “Every man for herself!” She turns and sprints off down the streets of Diagon Alley as her brother grunts in pain, and their mother scolds him.

Annie makes it around the corner of Gringotts before the pull of Accio takes her over and she falls on her back, being zoomed back to the feet of her mother and brother, looking furious and betrayed accordingly.

“...Hi Mum. Would you believe me if I told you Jay made me do it?”

Aoife O’Reilly was many things. A fool was not one of them. She didn’t believe Anna Louise for a moment.

2. The Jinxing of the Phillip Jones Brass Ensemble (c. May, 1980)

“Nobody saw us come in, right?” Anna Louise shakes her head as Jacob glances back at door, not trusting her lookout skills.

“Jay, I’m a hundred and forty-five centimetres tall. If someone say me sneak in, they deserve a better security job than a concert hall,” Annie says, crinkling her nose at the mere fact that this is the site of their next prank.

Jay crinkles his nose back at her and rolls his eyes. “This is gonna be wicked, I promise.” He peeks his head over the theater's seats and, upon seeing they’re empty, sprints down to the pit, Annie protesting as her short seven year old legs struggle to follow. Jay hops over the barrier, just barely sticking the landing, and grins up at Annie as she finally catches up, pouting down at him, winded. “Well, c’mon, Pip.” He turns back to the large brass orchestra all nicely set up before him as Annie grumbles and slowly climbs down the stairs.

“This is stupid,” She mutters, and Jay snorts, rolling his eyes as he takes out a wand.

“Is not.”

“Is too.” She eyes the wand, squinting and tilting her head. “Isn’t the school gonna know that you did magic outside?”

“They track the magic using your wands, which is why I took a spare from Charms. You’ll like Charms, Flitwick is grand.”

Annie nods, then squints. “Wait, are you sure?”

Jay nods, grinning. “Positive.”

Jacob was eighty-six percent sure. It fluctuated on a minute-by-minute basis.

“Now, watch this...” He grins, winks at Annie, and mutters a homemade jinx. A fine layer of what appeared to be blue glitter settles over each instrument. Annie looks up at Jay, underwhelmed, until Jay smirks, flicks his wand, and the entire orchestra begins loudly blasting ‘In the Hall of the Mountain King’. Annie slaps her hands over her ears, racing after Jay as they flee through the fire exit, setting off an additional alarm as Muggle guards begin to flood in.

~~~

“Good news!” Jay announces, strolling into the parlor with a toothy grin. “Since no Muggles were present. the Ministry let me off with a warning.”

Annie lets out a whoop as Mum O’Reilly raises an eyebrow at her husband, walking in after their son.

“Bad news?” She asks, and Papa O’Reilly turns to his son with a scowl.

“Jacob’s under house arrest for the rest of the summer.”

Annie boos. “Why would the Ministry do that?”

“They aren’t. We are.” Papa O’Reilly jerks his head up the stairs, and Jay stomps up them to his room.

“Papa?” He turns to his daughter, who look him dead in the eyes, and blows raspberries at him. He shakes his head, ruffles her hair, and walks into the kitchen, opening the window to let the family owl Scuddlebeak in.

3. The Great Magical Castlebar Stampede of 1981 (c. January, 1981)

“Being the amazing older brother that I am,” Jacob announces as he and Anna Louise march down Main Street with mysteriously rattling packages in hand, “I have decided to give you an amazing birthday present before I am inevitably dragged back to Hogwarts.” He sighs, pouting at his sister. She giggles, and shifts her box as it starts its escape attempt.

“I dunno, Jay. Making me carry my own present’s kinda lame.”

“No no, it’ll be wicked Pip, I promise.” She hums, scrunching her nose, and following after him as he turns into an alley. She gasps, and he shushes her as she stares, wide-eyed, at the array of magical beasts gathered in the small side street.

“How...?” Annie asks, breathless. Jay laughs, setting his package down and grabbing the box from her hands as well.

“I know a few people who owe me a few favors.” She blinks at him, and slowly grins.

“Did you get me a bunch of magical creatures for my birthday?” He laughs.

“No, we don’t have the space.” Annie’s grin immediately drops into a frown, and Jay claps his hands. “But! We’re gonna have fun anyway.” Annie cocks her head.

“How? Petting zoo?” He looks back down at her wide, hopeful eyes and laughs again, slightly less ecstatic.

He hadn’t expected her to be so about magical creatures. When had that happened?

“Ever heard of the Running of the Bulls?” She blinks, and turns back to the animals.

“Wait, really?” Annie gasps, looking between him and the Abraxans. He nods, and she slowly starts to grin as well, much to Jay’s relief.

“Really. C’mon Pip, it’ll be a gas.” She eagerly helps him with the ropes around the larger creatures, then excitedly helping him open the boxes filled with Puffskeins.

“Ready?” Jay asks, and Annie grins wickedly, nodding manically. Jay grins back, and blows a whistle. The noise startles the animals, and they take off running down Main Street. Annie and Jay sprint out into the street to watch as people dodge out of the way of the animals. Most look alarmed, while others, the ones Annie recognizes as the other wizards and witches, look downright shocked.

“I should have figured.” Jay and Annie both freeze at the familiar voice, and turn to see their lovely neighbor Mrs. Finnigan and her infant son Seamus. Seamus is staring, transfixed at the animals as his mother stares at the O’Reilly children with disappointment.

“It was a birthday present?” Jay defends.

“Happy Birthday, Anna,” The witch says. “Sorry you have to be grounded on it.”

4. The Flying Sled (c. July, 1981)

“Are you sure this is gonna work?” Anna Louise asks Jacob, and he nods.

“One hundred percent positive.” Annie hums and looks down the slope. “I’ve been practicing. No one at school has suspected a thing.” Annie hums again.

“If you’re sure…” Annie says, sitting on the wooden sled and bracing herself. “Ready when you are, Jay.”

“Pip, this is going to be amazing.” He gets to the back of the sled and starts pushing. When he gets to the edge, practically sprinting, he jumps on and takes out his wand. As they barrel down the slope, he grabs his sister’s shoulder, and she looks back at him. He grins, and they reach the end of the slope, leading into the ramp. As they barrel off, Jay shouts, “Wingardium Leviosa!”

The sled shoots off the ramp, and the spell carries them. Annie lets out a whoop. “Jay, this is amazing!”

Jay laughs. “I know-” He starts, but his gloating is quickly cut off as the spell breaks, and the pair go hurtling down to the ground from nearly twelve meters in the air. The siblings scream, and hit the ground. Hard.

“Well… It could have been worse,” Jay says, and Annie glares at him as the healer casts Episky on her arm.

“How? How could it have been worse?” She asks, glaring daggers at him.

“We could have been farther from the house and Mum and Dad wouldn’t have heard us,” Jacob says, giving a shaky grin that is soon cut off by a loud ‘Ahem’.

“You’re welcome for that, by the way,” Their father says, staring at his kids with clear disappointment. “Honestly, Anna, I expected you to be smarter than this.” “It was Jay’s idea!” She shouts in her defense, and winces when the healer patches up the scratches on her cheeks.

“And when was the last time Jacob pitched an idea that didn’t go horribly wrong?” Their father says, and Jay shoots a glare at him.

“Joseph,” Their mother says, walking into the room and looking at her husband. “That’s enough. They’re already hurt, don’t humiliate them too.”

Annie looks down at her feet, shame all over her face, and Jay glares at their father, who stares back.

“Well, the cuts will heal, but there will be some nasty scars, unfortunately,” The healer says, and their parents thank him for his time. They walk out with him, discussing payment, and Jay scoffs.

“Honestly, can Dad get off his high horse for two damn seconds? Like he’s never done anything stupid,” He huffs.

“Can you go one summer without breaking me?” Annie retorts, and he looks back to see her pouting, taking the wind out of his sails a little.

“Sorry, Pip. I really did think I had it.” Annie shrugs, then looks up at him, eyes glinting mischievously.

“Practice more, and we’ll do it again next year, okay?” Jay grins at his little sister and winks.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

That next school year, Jacob went missing. Annie sat inside the whole summer, not looking forward to Hogwarts at all, and refusing to look at her scar. She wore long sleeves the whole summer just to avoid it.

Bonus (Because I don’t like leaving Annie on a sad note):

“You still owe me a levitating sleigh ride, you know,” Anna Louise says, smiling over at her brother as he lounges on his porch chair.

“Can’t a guy get a little peace and quiet? Merlin’s beard, I’m trying to tan here.”

“You’re going to burn,” Annie says, stealing his sunglasses off his eyes. Jacob squints at her.

“You said you didn’t want to do it until I practiced more,” He says after a while. “Being stuck in a painting stops you from doing that.”

“Well, I wasn’t stuck in a portrait for years,” She responds, small smile on her face.

“Good for you. I don’t recommend it,” Jay mutters.

“I had plenty of time to practice my spells, too,” She adds, and smiles at the warm summer breeze billowing her hair out around her.

“...Is the ramp still up?” Jay asks, and Annie turns to him, grinning.

“Like I’d have the heart to take it down.” ~

They attempt the sled ride again, Annie casting the spell this time, and she loves holding it over his head that she managed to do it and he didn’t.

Jay likes to retort with the fact that she still crashed them into a bush and that was the only reason they weren’t more injured.

Annie claims she was aiming for the bush.

#More Anna Louise content!#My girl is back on her bullsh*t #and im Here to provide yall with the details #the O'Reilly siblings have two brain cells and it's been in the custody #of their mum since 1979 #hphm #anna louise o’reilly

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thelittlestcheshire · 4 years

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Hello! I’m Katie, and this is my muse Ches. If any of you were in Luxor over the summer, you know this pain in the ass so I’m probably gonna do a quick “here’s where this brat was” recap at the bottom, along with anything I’ve changed between that Ches and this Ches! I’m really excited to be back, and I’m really looking forward to roleplaying with everyone.

I also have the habit of writing crazy long bios when I do bother to write them so there’s a tl;dr for that, also some wanted connections at the bottom. I love plotting so if you ever have any ideas, feel free to come excited scream with me here or on Discord! So without further ado ♥

TWs: Gun Violence / Murder / Death (not by Ches), Blood, Abuse (Relationship), Cheating, Mental Illnesses, Drugs/Alcohol, Overdoses (also not by Ches / did not result in death)

Is that HAILEY CHESHIRE “CHES” ELSWOOD? Wow, they do look a lot like KATHERINE MCNAMARA. I hear SHE is a SEVENTEEN EIGHTEEN year old SENIOR who originally attended CARNIFEX Academy. Word is they are an ARISTOCRAT student. You should watch out because they can be IMPULSIVE and STUBBORN, but on the bright side they can also be ENERGENIC and LOYAL. Ultimately, you’ll get to see it all for yourself. [KATIE, 23, EST, SHE/HERS]

Last Edit: 8/26/2020

♥ basics; Full Name: Hailey Cheshire “Ches” Elswood Preferred Name: Ches Elswood Age: 18 Birthday: July 19th, 2002 at 03:22 am Sexual Orientation: Biromantic bisexual Relationship Status: It’s complicated ( @ Elliot ) Occupation: Student Nationality: American [with French dual citizenship] Ches’s Car

♥ classes;

Anthropology

Shakespearean Studies

Linguistics

Latin

Music

Advanced Sociology

Advanced Psychology

World History

♥ extracurriculars;

National Honor Society

Theater Club (Actor)

Concert Band (Piano)

♥ background; Place of Birth: Paris, France Hometown: Manhattan, New York, New York Health Issues: Borderline Personality Disorder and PTSD, not that she likes to admit to it, however. She’s also highly allergic to the Perciformes family of fish (tuna, mackrel, perch , and bass). While she’s okay with the salmoniformes (Salmon and Trout), she really doesn’t touch fish outside of... literally salmon she makes herself since that’s all she trusts ok. ((Shellfish is fine though) Traumas: Watching her mother die (mugging gone wrong/shot to death)

♥ physical; Face Claim: Katherine McNamara Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Red Height: 5′3 ½” (not at fc height quick side note) Weight: 115 lbs Tattoos, Birthmarks, Scars, etc: Mole above her belly button, a few moles on her thighs, freckles and face moles. (Face Ref 1, Face Ref 2, Body Ref 1, Body Ref 2) . She also has a tattoo now.

♥ zodiac;

Tropical

Sun: Cancer Moon: Scorpio Mercury: Cancer Venus: Virgo Mars: Leo Jupiter: Cancer Saturn: Gemini Uranus: Aquarius Neptune: Aquarius Pluto: Sagittarius Lilith: Aries N Node: Gemini

Placidus Orb

I ASC: Gemini II: Cancer III: Cancer IV: Leo V: Virgo VI: Libra VII: Sagittarius VIII: Capricorn IX: Capricorn X MC: Aquarius XI: Pisces XII: Aries

♥ relatives;

Father’s Full Name: Edward Valentine Elswood Father’s Status: Alive Father’s Occupation: CEO/Owner of a multi-billion dollar luxury goods conglomerate (net worth of 50+ Billion in fact - in turn, Elswood kids do NOT bat an eyelash at prices) Mother’s Full Name: Julia Andrieux Elswood Mother’s Status: Deceased [shot by a mugger on the twin’s 8th birthday] Future Step-Mother: Rebekah Carroll (soon to be Elswood, watch this space lol) Step-Mother’s Occupation: Siblings: 6 brothers and sisters (family page here) Elswood-Carroll Children Oldest to Youngest:

Logan Elswood (24)

Jamie Elswood (22)

Emmett Elswood (19)

Cade Carroll (19)

Jonah / Ches Elswood (TWINS)

Flynn Carroll (16)

Effie Elswood (14)

Ella Elswood (10)

She also has a niece named Isabella (Belle) who’s now almost 8 months (DOB: 07/10/2019). Belle belongs to her oldest brother, Logan (and Belle’s mother isn’t in the picture).

This is a link to the Elswood family page if you’d like to know more about her family.

♥ relationships; Ex-Significant Other(s): Probably a handful of people tbh, hit me up if you want this as a WC Reason for Separation: Stuff not working out, Ches getting bored before she got attached, so on - she’s a flirt tbh, it takes her wanting to get invested for her to stay Current Significant Other: N/A

♥ misc;

Hobbies and Talents: Ches’s main hobbies are playing piano and archery (she forever misses her bow and arrow while she’s at school), as these are also the two things that are best at calming her down. She has an intense love for acting, so it’s not uncommon for her to be one of the first people to sign up for auditions, and she tends to sing a lot so musicals are truly her shit. It’s not uncommon to see her in the library, reading a book late a night.

However, a talent she doesn’t exactly own up to often is her talent for forgeries and lockpicking. While she doesn’t use these skills as they’re intended for often, she does tend to practice them a lot, so she’s not rusty for when they are actually useful.

Pinterest Section // Musings Tag // Playlist (it’s an in general Ches playlist tho)

Ches speaks English and French fluently, her mother was born and raised in Paris so she learnt them both at the same time

DO NOT CALL HER HAILEY unless you really want to end up on her shit list, it’s her biggest pet peeve, she will glare at you for hours.

She’s the mom friend if your mom friend also goes “I HAVE THE BEST IDEA” and drags you into trouble. Literally, the one who frets over you and proceeds to get you into trouble.

This muse does what she wants, I just write it down I apologize always for her

Doesn’t really... seriously date too much because of past situations (Her older brother slept with the first person she truly loved) and she tries to avoid falling in love

That being said platonic I love yous are her shit, she loves her friends a LOT

Ches is very serious about her studying (and wanting to be among the best of the best because - this girl has Ivy league college dreams and she has no intents on fucking those up), so like expect her to do shit like read an entire textbook at the start of school and study at midnight when her insomnia is kicking her ass.

She’s a bit of a closet nerd - if you look under her bed she has a chest of comic books, she’ll just lie if you ask her about them

Ches left Luxor due to a family emergency in October, it was a really hard decision (and it was a really hard decision to come back). She is just now coming back to school.

She got her tattoo while she was away from school, using a forged note of parental consent in New Jersey.

♥ bio;

TWs: Gun Violence, Murder, Death, Blood, Abuse (Relationship), Cheating, Mental Illnesses

Growing up as an Elswood means two things, you have a lot of siblings and a lot of money. Her parents had decided to raise their children in Manhattan, New York, where they could keep a close eye on their multi-billion dollar conglomerate. Her mother, Julia, would take them on trips constantly too - when she wanted to get the children away from the hustle and bustle of the city they’d go to their vacation home upstate, or their private island, or even to visit their family in Paris. At that point in life, Ches was happy. She had a solid group of friends, she had the best friend she could ever imagine having in the form of her twin brother, she had a loving and warm family, and she had a parent who would tell her no.

When she thinks back to her life before the incident, it feels like a completely different story. A fairytale even, perfect and happy in every way compared to her life now. However, it wouldn’t last, after all, fairy tales didn’t exist and reality was a much crueler mistress. One could say Lin-Manuel Miranda described it best; “life doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints. It takes and it takes and it takes.”

Everything changed on her eighth birthday when her mother took her out shopping to get a present for twin brother Jonah at Palisades Mall. A man came up with a gun while they were in the parking lot and asked for all of their money. Julia Elswood compiled but she made one mistake, the simple utterance of “Cours, Ches” as she gave the man her purse.

Ches might have gotten out of the event alive, but not she was not unscathed. Julia Elswood was pronounced dead when medics finally arrived on the scene, her blood coating her daughter’s hands and clothing from Ches’s attempts to stop the bleeding. She might have survived the event without physical harm but she was never the same child she was before after that.

One day she had an intact family, the next day the Elswoods were in ruin. Her father completely shut himself out from the family, only coming out for birthdays and holidays. Her oldest brother stepped up as their parental figure, first starting out with homeschooling before he eventually dropped out to ensure his siblings were getting as much of his time as they possibly could. He tried his hardest to make the loss of their mother easier on the younger girls especially, given how young they were at the time. She helped him with the girls as much as she could (and overtime she slowly started filling the role as their second parent). Because of how busy the younger Elswood children kept him, sometimes Logan didn’t have the time to comfort Ches when she woke up in the middle of the night, haunted by their mother.

That was when Emmett stepped in. It wasn’t uncommon for him to sleep on her floor so he’d be there when she woke up terrified out of her mind, and he was there when she just eventually stopped sleeping like people tended to. Over time she realized that Jonah and her weren’t truly two peas in a pod the way they used to be, that Emmett was the only Elswood who truly got her. He wasn’t perfectly normal either, his thoughts and feelings were flawed like hers.

In a family that made her feel so broken at times, Emmett was a saving grace - a reminder she wasn’t alone.

Going to school in Carnifex was an easy decision when you felt so alone at home, at school she found a close group of people she loved and cared about - she felt less alone and less like her family were judging her, and when the feeling came up - she could always toss herself back into her schoolwork and pretend that maybe, just maybe, she was just a normal kid living a normal boring life. Family issues easily bred vulnerability though, and it was that vulnerability that was exploited not long before she was set to start Carnifex.

Long-distance relationships weren't’ supposed to be easy, but when she fell in love for the first time. At the time, she had thought she was as fucked up as she could ever be, that at this point she was just focused on healing the wounds her mother’s death had left in therapy and after that, everything would be fine. James Ruth quickly showed her how mistaken she had been, even now she doesn’t like thinking about everything he had done to her. She doesn’t discuss everything he had put her through in the time they were together nor does she have any intentions on truly discussing the worst of the abuse she endured while dating him and she was home - even in therapy. It did, however, have an effect on her, it made her terrified of truly falling in love with somebody again. (Note: James is also a massive reason why she doesn't get along with her brother Jamie, the two Elswood siblings never recovered from Jamie sleeping with Ches’s boyfriend. It causes a good deal of tension in the Elswood home but Ches can’t just forgive him, her brother never even apologized for his actions, she wasn’t going to pretend he didn’t hurt her because her father wanted them to get along for his own sake. They were on the rocks before this and afterward, the tension just got a whole lot worse.)

Going back to Carnifex her sophomore year was a key factor in helping Ches get away from her relationship, and it became as much of a home for her than her actual home was the longer she attended. Sure, she still misses her younger sisters, she misses Emmett and Camellia, and she misses her friends in the city. She also dislikes just how restricted she truly is when it comes to Instagram and trying to grow her influence while she attends Carnifex. Networking had to wait until she was home and sometimes she questions why she decided boarding school was a good idea. And then Ches looks at her friends, at the education she’s receiving, and all the fond memories she’s developing. Carnifex, and now Luxor, was well worth the fear of missing out she feels.

If you had asked her at the start of this school year, she would have told you nothing could have gotten her to leave school for any amount of time her senior year, she had spent the whole summer at Luxor (even after hearing about her baby niece, that meant a lot) - she finally settled in, she couldn’t imagine anything happening that would cause her to leave the academy. And then, on October 16th at two am in the morning, she got a phone call from Ella. Their oldest brother, Logan, had overdosed. While his drug addiction had never been a secret to the family, his relapse had been a surprise to Ches. Her brother had sworn up and down he was fine, that everything at home was okay. Going back to New York was a no brainer, her family needed her - and she needed them.

Logan, who’d been the closest thing to a parent she had since her mother died, almost died - she almost lost all the parental figures she ever knew. It was hard, getting adjusted back to New York City, she threw herself into her school work and did her best to fill the shoes Logan left open as he went through rehab, and then, adjusted back to being home. While she stayed in touch with the people she had at Luxor, she wouldn’t come back until her brother way okay - until she felt safe about leaving him with his daughter and their siblings without her as a backup. Coming back to school this time was really hard on her, the homesickness is worse than ever and she’s constantly trying to check in on her siblings (because mom!Ches is truly in full force and she’s trying to get it back down) but she’s glad to be back. She’s missed being at Luxor, a lot, so she’s glad to be back.

TLDR / quick important notes bio recap for rereads:

Ches’s mother was murdered on her 8th birthday in front of her

She was raised by her oldest brother, Logan, and is NOT close to her father really. She also helped raise her younger sisters and is very protective of them.

The Elswood she is closest to is Emmett, Jonah and her grew apart after her mother’s death.

Ches’s first real love was James (an NPC), they dated (entire)Freshman-(mid)Sophomore years, it was abusive (much more than Ches will ever discuss unless she gets majorly close to someone and they HAVE to know (cough still hasn’t happened though cough)) and Ches is now terrified of falling in love again. Her messy as fuck relationships & exes all start after this point.

Ches’s history at Luxor is pretty much in-tact, changes will be below in another section!

Ches left Luxor because of her oldest brother, Logan, overdosing. He is alive but she stayed in NYC until he was out of rehab / stabilized in order to take care of her younger siblings and her niece, Belle.

Notable Luxor Notes:

Anything relating to Thomas (for those of you who know what I mean) really hasn’t occurred, so if you mention it she’ll just be like “who?” This seems like the easiest course of action given how things were left off

Other muses of note I’m not going to account for are: Asher (more will be added as needed).

Ches isn’t a member of the Churchill Circle (I’m leaning towards was never one either just because the reasons she joined are no longer a factor so... she probably wouldn’t have ever joined)

If anyone wants to change history and/or keep it intact, feel free to dm me to let me know and I’ll update this accordingly.

Wanted Connections:

Exes (when Ches dates it’s not for long, but she’s definitely the type to be like “I’ll go out with you” if asked and then... dump you if she thinks she’s getting too attached. So her exes are either on good terms, neutral terms, or they probably dislike her a lot)

Former friends with benefits - while Ches is no longer taking on new ones because of Elliot (and is starting to wean off her current ones), I’m always willing to headcanon past things!

FRIENDSHIPS (I am weak af for a good friendship plot, never be afraid to be like “hey can our muses be friends” the answer is legit always yes)

Enemies (Ches can... be a lot so it’s not unlikely she’s pissed people off ok)

#luxorintro #so yeah pretty much have a Ches and I am SO FREAKING EXCITED TO BE BACK OK #sorry this is so freaking long too ♥#also I was excited I revamped the bio and drafted it #it's about my bedtime right now though so not sure how far I'll get with replies I'm gonna try but it's legit the time I pass out right now

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farmerkylie · 4 years

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Yesterday, what a day!!!!

Lately I haven't been well, I've experienced some of the darkest days, but yesterday, you were amazing.

First of all it was my wonderfully supportive mother's birthday, I hope you had a perfect day, I love you mum. 😘

I'm on a weightloss push, so yesterday I got up ( felt good for the first time in a few days) and milked and shifted silage until 11 am. At which point I came home and got ready to go to Stuart's school concert, I was relatively happy with how I scrubbed up. It was a fantastic concert, baked beans and submarines, the whole way through the performance I had a smile from ear to ear, It was so great to see all the young kids performing, they did great.

After some quick shopping, we came home and I quickly wrote out a card and put a little present in it to send to my best friend Virginia who lives in Tennessee. I got on and milked the night milking so that I could go out for dinner with my school friends to celebrate the birth of my friends first child. I had a beautiful dinner and what else would I get but chicken princess lol. I wore a beautiful top that I got as a hand me down from my wonderful older sister. Now this was the first time I had seen my school friends in ALL my glory since March when I went out in public for the first time as my true self. This time there was a massive difference, I was relaxed and calm and I couldn't care less what others think of me, I am woman, hear me roar.

After dinner.we went back to Murray's, we toasted beautiful Corbin with some lovely scotch and whisky before I got my cuddles. When I got hold of Corbin, I didn't want to let him go, I held him for a good 2 hours and needless to say, I was clucky, especially when he started nuzzling for a feed, sorry Corby, your not going to find anything there.

I probably over stayed my welcome but I finally left just before 1 and came home, I was tired and exhausted but so happy, I fought sleep but I got home. Crawled into bed around 230 am and had a sleep in. When I got up, I weighed in and was pleasantly surprised I'd still lost weight, success.

Anyway, for those that stayed to the end of this post I say congratulations, it just goes to show sometimes happiness is right around the corner and you never know where or when you'll find it. Thank you everyone that helped to make me happy yesterday, today is a new day, we'll see how it goes.

❤💜🧡💚💙💛

Kylie

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benjaminjofaiho · 5 years

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The Captain Next Door Ch.1

Summary: You’re a doctor who also just so happens to be a fan fiction writer. You love lots of fandoms but Captain America is by far your fave, so what happens when you get a new job, move to Brooklyn and realize that the brownstone you bought is right next door to Captain America? Obviously shenanigans ensue.

Warnings: cursing, smutt (eventually)

Authors note: Ok guys, this is literally my first fanfic and it’s about the Cap. Please be gentle! Also guys I really do live for a slow burn so that will be present heavy, I hope you can stick with it. Let me know what you think and please, reblog, like and comment! Love y'all! P.S. I do not currently have a beta and the ‘f’ and ‘u’ keys on my keyboard are messed up so incase you see repeating letters anywhere they aren’t supposed to be feel free to let me know.

You wiped the sweat forming on your head from the sweltering Brooklyn heat. You were from Texas but this was definitely more than you were used to, or expected from everything you’ve seen on TV about New York. You sat on the stoop of your Brooklyn Brownstone waiting and started to think back. Three months ago you were in your parents living room opening up a heavy envelope from a hospital you’ve only dreamed of. Your father beamed from ear to ear, chest swelling with pride and tears were already in your mom’s eyes the moment a paper cutter went through the envelope. Your eyes flew across the page “Y/FN Y/LN, We would like to offer you the position of Head of Cardiology here at Mount Sinai...” everything else had been a blur. All your sleepless nights in college, all the anxiety, stress, sacrifices of missed birthdays and family gatherings, all of it had lead up to this moment and it had all been worth it. Your job started in the next 5 months and you had to pack up your Texan life and move all the way to the ‘big Apple’ as your dad called it. Besides the fact that you were infatuated with the city since you were a little girl, you were ready for a change of scenery. There were so many good memories here in Fort Worth but thanks to your asshole ex, Daniel, there were also a lot of sour ones as well. Your parents and your younger siblings helped you pack up your little house that was just 15 minutes from theirs. You were able to get everything done in about 2 weeks. At the airport your family saw you off. Your younger brother, Benjamin, eyes were red.

“Aww baby brother are you crying because you’re going to miss me?” you pinched at his cheeks.

Swatting your hand away he chuckled “Nah, I’m just thinking about how you’re gonna be in a whole nother state bossing people around and how you’ll finally be able to mind your own business and stay out of mine.” You hugged him and he bent down so you could kiss his forehead. Even though you were 26, a whole 7 years older than him and 5’8, he still towered above you.

Turing to your 3 youngest sisters, Joy, Faith and Hope. Their names a testament to just how southern and Christian your parents were. They were huddled together crying freely, looking like little black angels in a chapel. You hugged each of them while the youngest, Hope, held on the longest. You hugged her until she was ready to let go. You kissed Faith on the cheek and moved to turn to your parents. The third oldest Joy grabbed you and hugged you once again, fiercley. She whispered in your ear “Y/N, I don't know how to do it. I don't know how to take care of them the way you took care of us, what are we gonna do without you?”

You looked into her brown eyes “Joy, babe all you have to do is love them. Also I’m just a FaceTime call away, PLUS I’m a big shot doctor so it ain’t nothing for me to hop on a plane for y’all. Girl I got monnneeyyyy” That managed to get a little laugh from her and you stepped back to look at your siblings. Technically yes, they were your younger ones but due to the large age gap you always looked at them as your children, your babies. The 4 of them huddled around you once more and hugged. You turned to your dad who was never one to shy away from his emotions, was all but balling.

“Come on dad, you gotta hold it together man!” he laughed and wiped at his cheeks

“I’m just so proud of you baby girl, you inspire your brother and sisters to do more, your mother and I have always told you that, but I never told you, you inspire me to. I am beyond proud of you.”

“Aw dad, I love you so much” Pulling you into one of his patented hugs he said “I love you too. You’re going to the big apple now Doc, make sure you take a bite” Kissing your forehead you turned to face your mom. Oh boy. Of you made it through this one you would be home free, no ugly snot face crying. She gave you the best smile she could and that was it. The dam broke and you were sobbing. She hugged you and told you how proud of you she was, how you were a shining light for your siblings and the family as a whole. She told you that she also packed some food from home in your suitcase so you could settle in a little easier. You looked at her with a heart full of nothing but love. You were a little neurotic, and had a tendency to be anal retentive, planning and sticking to strict schedule for everything, predicting 10’000 possible outcomes to any situation but your mother was always there for you. Always remembering anything you didn’t. You thought of how she was really the only one you would let see vulnerable and take care of you. You would miss that in New York. Picking up your hand luggage you were whisked through security thanks to your first class ticket. Turning once more now passed security you stood up on your tip toes and waved emphatically to your family, not caring who saw you or them looking crazy. Your family had already been a little above average but this new job allowed you to even buy your wants not just your needs. You settled down in your chair and noticed only a handful of people were in your cabin. A stewardess came to offer you some champagne and you politely declined. Looking out the window a few seconds letting the last tear fall you put your curly hair up, you had to get to work.

So yes, you were a doctor and that was all good and fun but you were also a huge nerd. Huge. While most people went to the club, concerts and generally having pretty good times outdoors you were stuck at home. Even when not studying you were still stuck to your computer. Once your family insisted on going to six flags and you brought your ipad with the attachable keyboard and your family kept talking about how dedicated of a student turned intern turned full-fledged doctor you were. If only they knew… You were working on your fanfiction and your followers and subbies were a bunch of savages! If they didn’t get their fix from you and you didn't stick to your upload schedule, your inbox would definitely be a madness, all sorts of threats and your lovelies would call you everything but a child of God. You’d been away for about a month and a few days now and your beta, Jay had started texting your actual phone. You met Jay on Tumblr a few years before, there had been some light flirtation always present but never anything serious. You worked better as friends and when you decided to get into fanfiction to blow steam off, he proved a good beta reader.

TXT From Jay: Doc! Where the hell are you at? Your rabid readers are jumping down my throat trying to you. Why you would leave a major cliffhanger for Captain America, and Sonia I have no idea. They want to know what’s happening next, low key I do too.

You giggled. You thought of everything, you knew setting up a completely unaffiliated and untraceable account for your writing was a good idea. 1- you didn't want angry people in your inbox losing their minds. 2- You’ve been going for interviews and you didn't want a case where a potential employer would google your name and see all the filth you think about earth’s mightiest heroes and other people who don’t even exist. No way, you couldn't have that type of rep attached to you.

TXT From Y/N: Jaybaby, I’ve been going through it. Sorry, just been in the process of moving and you know life can get a little messy. Plus I really needed a break. Funnily enough I’m working on The Dangerous Dame right now. I’ll send the new chapter to you within the week. XO

Thinking back to seeing the avengers save New York you were grateful for them. They were kicking ass and taking names. Keeping all of us safe but damn if they weren’t all so fine. And you did mean ALL. To be honest that Natasha could. Get. It. All of them could get it. But there was something about that Captain America. He was sort of shy and had a boyish charm about him but that body made you think of pure sin. You wanted to wrap yourself around him and never let him go. You wanted to do nasty things to him. You wanted him to completely demolish you. So you did what everyone who is obsessed with anyone does. Try and consume as much media about said person as possible. Hey, It is the golden age of technology after all. After having your fill of random fan pictures, blurry videos of him in action you needed more stimulus. Where better to turn than Tumblr. Much to your dismay, there was barely any Cap Fanfic and when there was there was so little reader insert. And even then, there was literally less than 10 where he was actually into a black woman. This wouldn't do, you thought to yourself. That’s how Doctor Chris was born. Of course his name was Steve but he always sort of looked like a Chris to you. You didn’t just write about him but other people too, your stories took off and were a good escape from your hectic life.

A car pulled up to you on your empty street and a short round man with a very stereotypical New Yorker accent shouted up to you, shaking you our of your memories

“Ay lady, are you” his beady eyes peered at a piece of paper “Y/N? Are you Y/N?”

“Yes that’s me”

“Alright come get your unit, and not to be rude or anything but could you make it snappy? I got to make 15 more deliveries before the day is over.”

You slowly rose “Alright, I understand. However I paid for the delivery service? Aren’t y’all supposed to put it in my house?”

“Lady you paid for the delivery service, not the installation service. That's another fee.”

“I understand that” You replied still confused “ But I thought you would deliver it into my home.”

“No way lady, that’s the set up service. You paid for the delivery service. That's an entirely different fee.” He repeated.

“Understood” Your lips pulled into a flat line “Well sir could you at least help me get it into the first floor of my house?”

“Did you pay for transportation insurance?”

“….no…I didn-” he cut you off “Well sorry Lady, I can’t help you.”

“You can’t help me off load this huge AC and just carry it up 7 measly steps with me?”

“Nope, can’t do it. It’s against company policy. Say I should look up at a pretty bird cuz the day’s so gorgeous and what not, then your unit slips out of my hand, there goes your cool breeze. Who’s gonna pay for that? Certainly not the company, cuz you didn’t pay for the transport insurance. That's a different fee. Now you’re angry at me, I mean technically it was my fault for being so clumsy and distractable and what not. But guess who else isn’t gonna pay? Me! Then guess whos gonna be upset and take me to court but loose horrifically because my brother in law just passed the bar? You! So lady no, I can’t help you. Why don’t you get one of the other tenants in the building to help you?”

“Well, not that it’s any of your business, but I own the brownstone and I live alone. So there’s no one that could help me.”

“You had enough money to get a brownstone but not enough to pay the fee?”

“Alright thanks whatever your name is. I’ll just take my AC Now.”

You looked at him while you struggled for 15 minutes just to get the AC out of the truck and the second you safely had it on the baking concrete of the curb you heard the back of the truck slide down and heard a door slam. You turned around to see the truck driver starting up the car and he shouted over the roaring engine.

“Thanks for shopping with Coole Breeze, your number one cooling solution in the tricity area, have a frosty day!” and with that, he was off.

Even though you were wearing a pretty airy romper and you did work out about 3 times a week, that was nothing against that heavy ass air conditioner and that Brooklyn heat. You put your hands on top your head and squinted up the sky. You again thank God your street was empty. You must have sweated out your Twist out and edges by now. You were convinced you were looking crazy. But hey, It was a Tuesday at 1. Everyone who was someone was at work, kids were in school so it was just you and this behemoth air conditioning unit. Getting into classic Y/N calculations your decided what you were going to do. Yes, this AC was, technically for your room but you won’t be able to get it all the way up there by yourself right now so you can create a pulley system and pull it through the window. Huffing and puffing to your started mimicking your father.

‘Buy a fixer upper baby girl, it's a great investment. You could build your dream home and sell it eventually , it’ll be fun! Your brother and I will fly up there to help you whenever you need us or have free time. Matter of fact I’m pretty sure my army buddy Wilson still lives in New York…Not sure the part though. But I know he and his boy are engineers of some sort. I can even ring them up to help you when I can’t make it myself. This will be a terrific family project honey!’

“ Sure dad!” you shouted at no one in particular “ who’s going to help me now though?!” At least your mother had the foresight to buy you a fully equipped toolbox, 12 foot ladder and a whole bunch of things that a new homeowner/renovator needs. It took a bit of maneuvering but you were able to get the ladder out the door and down the steps. You were now atop of it, building and hammering away at a pulley system. You were determined to sleep in a chilly 50 degrees tonight, by any means necessary. You saw two men one white and one black, approaching from your left through your peripheral vision. You steeled yourself to any cat calling that may occur, from the angle - to what you had on, it wasn’t a good situation. You couldn't make out faces but you could see that one was visibly bigger than the other. They stopped walking a little behind you and you couldn't tell which one asked but you heard someone say

“Hi, do you need any help?”

“O fanks” You replied with a slight lift of your hand with a screwdriver hanging out the side of your mouth and a heavy covering of sweat on your forehead. Using the back of your hand to wipe the sweat off you removed the screwdriver from your mouth and cleared your throat then repeated “No thanks” In a clearer manner. Thinking to yourself how could these guys even help me? While screwing and grunting softly you weren’t mentally present. You were trying to solve the problem you created. You had written yourself into a corner and you were trying to figure out a way out of it. You started to get the thread of an idea that you were mentally trying to work into a tapestry for your readers, however, while still trying to flesh it out something else was fighting for your attention. In the back of your mind you heard his voice again.

“Are you sure? We may be able to be of better help than you thin-” Remembering your mothers call the night before talking about a movie she watched on lifetime where people in the ‘big city’ would help you get something into your house as supposed good Samaritans then come back and rob you, or do worse you decided against it instantly.

“Listen, thanks but no.” You huffed out “Apparently I paid for the delivery service and not the installation service as the lovely delivery man told me. This however does NOT include carrying my AC up the 4 flights of stairs to my bedroom because that's apparently another fee. So no, there isn’t anything you gentlemen could do for me” You heard a little chuckle behind you and heard a quieter deeper voice say:

“You have to pay the fees, that’s where they get you” his voice was full of laughter. He wasn’t outright laughing but you could still somehow hear it in his voice.

Momentarily forgetting you were on a ladder you whipped around to give the guy a piece of your mind. But all it takes is a moment. And in that moment, you were falling backward off a 12 foot ladder. Back, back, back, you go thinking this is how it would end. You dead on the concrete. You hadn’t been to china town yet! Why hadn’t you been to china town? Or the empire state building! OR the statue of liberty! You shouldn't have rushed your mom off the phone last night. You would have given anything to hear her aimless ramblings and numerous ‘be carefuls’ one last time. OH GOD! You hadn’t had sex in a year and a half! This is how you were going to die. Trying to tell off some harassers with an uncompleted house in your name before you started your dream job. You squeezed your eyes shut and braced for impact

Your body hit something that was hard like cement but was warmer and…. Somehow smelled like leather? And Christmas? And Home somehow? You opened your eyes to see a face partially obscured by a blue baseball hat pulled down over the front and a full beard. You couldn't see who he was and he was leaning in close to your face while he held you. There was something so familiar about him, but you couldn't place it. His voice kept fading in and out of your head.

“Ma’am? Ma’am! Stay with me!”

Sounding like echos of screams and whispers bouncing off the inside of your skull all at once you blinked slow and mustered out what you could:

“Don't…Tell me what to do…Asshole” and everything faded to black.

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Okay guys! thats about it for the first one. I would really appreciate the feedback! Is this something you would want more of? Or should I move on to some other fic ideas I have? Let me know and thanks for reading!

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fandomfanficandmore · 5 years

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Broken Lenses Part 3 (Ashton Irwin)

fandom: 5 Seconds of Summer

pairing[s]: Ashton Irwin x oc

warnings: Nope

word count: 1.8k+

Part 1 Part 2

Iris sat on one of the equipment boxes and watched the guys as they messed around during their final rehearsal, snapping pictures of the goofy things they were doing.

Laurel climbed up onto the box, watching the men before deciding to talk. “So Ashton, eh?”

“Uh, yeah.” Iris nodded her slowly.

“So how did you two kids meet?”

“Oh my god Will, no!” Iris laughed, shoving her best friend.

“What? I want to know how my best friend met her newest crush.”

“It’s not a crush,” Iris mumbled, her cheeks heating up. Her phone buzzed in her hand, a text message from an unknown number popping up.

Iris grinned, about to reply when her friend snatched her phone from her hand. “Hey!”

“Not a crush, huh?” Willow giggled, holding the phone out of Iris’s reach for a moment before handing it back. “So tell me. How did you meet?”

“He bumped into me when I was out taking pictures in LA and broke my camera.” Iris smiled at the fond memory which seemed like it was so long ago but, in reality, it was only a few hours ago.

“Awe!” Willow cooed, making Iris roll her eyes. “You had a meet-cute!”

“A what?” Iris asked, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“Meet-cute. You met in a cute way. What’s hard to understand about that?”

“I don’t know.”

“So when are you going to see him again?”

“Dude, I just started talking to him yesterday.” Iris let out a laugh, rolling her eyes.

“You should totally invite him to the LA show in a few weeks!” Willow squealed, making Iris laugh. “We have like two days there so you can totally hang out and if things go well, you won’t miss the bus leaving the next morning!”

Iris gasped, shoving her purple-haired friend who was laughing. “Ew, Will, no!”

“What? He’s hot! I’d do him if I wasn’t-”

“Who would you do if you weren’t with me?” Jack laughed, walking up and placing a kiss on the top of Willow’s head.

“Ashton.” She shrugged, making him laugh.

“He is really hot. I’m more of a Mikey girl myself, though,” He smiled, making the girls laugh. Jack and Willow had been together for just over a year yet they were somehow still in the honeymoon phase. They were adorable, but sometimes it did get sickening. Iris watched as the couple interacted, intertwining themselves almost subconsciously.

“You guys are really good together, you know that?” Iris changed the subject, watching as the pair shared a soft smile before Willow spoke.

“Thanks, I.” The couple broke off into their own conversation as Iris glanced at her phone, biting her lip as she tried to decide what to send.

Hey!

No. The exclamation point seemed too desperate.

That made it seem like she wasn’t interested.

Hey

She pressed send before she could second guess herself, watching as almost instantly the little typing bubble appeared.

What are you up to?

Listening to Willow and Jack be sickeningly adorable.

Sounds boring

It is.

Iris let out a giggle, unaware that the couple was watching her. She looked up from her phone after she sent the message, finding two pairs of eyes on her. “What?”

“Nothing.” They answered together. Iris shook her head as her phone went off.

What are you up to for the rest of the day?

Prepping for the show. I think we have soundcheck, dinner, and then a meeting. You?

Looks like I’m spending most of the day in the studio.

Fun?

It would be if Luke would just get his part right. He’s messed up 5 times already.

Geez. What’s he trying to do?

Play a simple riff for the bridge of the song we’re working on.

Wait, he might have it

No wait, never mind. He fucked up

Again.

Iris laughed again, a smile settling onto her lips as she typed again.

😂 I’m sorry

It’s going to be a long night.

The next morning, Iris walked through the venue, trying to get a lay of the land, humming to the Harry Styles album she was listening to. The venue was basically empty, as it was barely 8 in the morning and the show wasn’t until 7 that evening.

This was always her favorite part of tour, the early hours spent exploring the venue, seeing the place that would later be filled stand completely empty.

She took a seat in the middle of the stage, looking out on the arena with a grin. She could remember attending her first concert, the event that started it all. She was 8, with a horrible flip phone and a love for an old rock band called The Goo Goo Dolls. Her mother, who loved the band so much she named her daughter after their song, took Iris as an early birthday present. They had third row tickets, and the young girl took advantage of that. The entire show she stood on her chair, snapping pictures with her crappy phone, hoping she caught a good picture. She didn’t, but it became a passion of the girl’s- taking pictures at shows.

When she turned 10, she got her first DSLR. Her mother had bought it second hand on ebay, but Iris loved it anyway. The first show she really shot was for a small band called Allstar Weekend in her hometown when she was 11. They were playing an acoustic show at a tiny pizza joint a few blocks from her house. Her mother was friends with the owner, who gave Iris permission to shoot the show. She loved every minute of it. She was able to wander the room, snapping pictures of the band and the audience, all 30 people who had shown up, and to capture a memory that would last forever. At the end of the show, the lead singer, Zack, got her contact information and soon had her shooting their other shows in the area.

Her first tour gig was with an artist who, at the time, had one album out and had gotten his start on this app called vine. They were both 17 and new to the whole touring thing. They had met previously at an intimate show in Los Angeles and hit it off. His name was Shawn. The tour lasted three months, and during that time they fell for one another. What would you expect? A young, naive girl on tour with and up and coming pop star? They ended soon after the tour did, staying on good terms to date.

She tried to stay away from dating band members, but she never seemed to succeed. Since she had started doing this professionally, she had been with her fair share of A-listers. From being hot and heavy with Justin Bieber to a whirlwind romance with Harry Styles, she left a trail of exes, most of whom she had stayed friends with.

She met All Time Low through her friend Hunter. No, he wasn’t another ex- though she wished he was. He introduced them at a concert when she was 18, fresh out of high school, and she instantly connected with the four men and the eccentric little sister of the lead singer. She went on her first tour with them a month later, two more coming after that. This was her fourth tour with them and by now they knew each other quite well. They became like a family to her, the older brothers and younger sister that she had never had.

Someone tapped Iris on the shoulder, breaking her out of her trance and causing her to jump. She pulled out her headphones, looking up to find Rian with two cups of coffee. He passed one to her, taking a seat next to her on the stage. “Whatcha doing?” He asked, taking a sip of his drink. Iris took a slow sip of her own before deciding to talk.

“Thinking.” She smiled softly. “You know, this is our fourth tour together.”

“Is it?” Rian asked, “I can’t believe it’s been that many.” They were silent for a moment as they drank their coffee. “What are you listening to?” Rian nodded towards the headphones on her lap, the music playing faintly.

“Harry’s album.” She offered him a bud with a smile.

This was something she and Rian did often. Both were early risers on tour and loved to talk music. Often, on days off, they’d spend their day in the back of the bus listen to music and working. If there was someone in the band she was closest to, it was Rian. She wasn’t sure why, but with him she felt safe. From the Dining Table started, Iris leaning her head on Rian’s shoulder as the song played softly. “I think this is my favorite song on the album.” Iris said quietly before taking a sip of the drink.

“Only because it’s about you.” Rian laughed softly. This was a debate they had since the album had come out.

“No way. I still think it’s about Taylor or Kendall.”

“You’re the one that left in the middle of his tour while you were seeing each other.”

“I had to. My mother got sick.” Iris’s heart dropped. This was something that was hard for her to talk about. When she was 19, in the middle of what was supposed to be a year-long world tour with Harry, Iris’ mother had been diagnosed with stage four breast cancer. She gave Harry and his team a couple of days notice before packing and leaving. It was hard on her. She grew distant from friends, from Harry. When her mom passed, two months after she had returned home, her world shattered. She still hadn’t been in contact with Harry, so whatever they were was up in the air.

“I’m sorry I, I didn’t mean-” Rian watched as she began to tear up. He was the only one who knew the whole story.

“It’s okay.” She smiled faintly at him, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen. The song ended and Iris flipped over her phone, unlocking it handing it to Rian.

“Your turn.” He scrolled through her phone for a moment before a smirk faded onto his face. He typed a few things before a new song started, one she hadn’t heard before.

Some things are meant to be secret and not to be heard, so if I tell you, just keep it and don't say a word

Iris listened as the upbeat song played, bobbing her head to the beat.

I love your hair and your face, I wouldn't dare let you down

“Who is that?” Iris asked as the song finished, Rian laughing slightly.

“Ashton’s band, 5 Seconds of Summer.”

“It’s good,” Iris smiled, “What else do they have?”

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#broken lenses #multipart #ashton irwin #ashton irwin one shot #ashton irwin imagines #ashton irwin x oc #ashton 5sos #5sos fanfic #5sos #calum 5sos

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shadowhuntertrash · 4 years

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High Notes

Relationships:

Thomas Lightwood x Alastair Carstairs

James Herondale x Matthew Fairchild

Background Lucie Herondale x Jesse Blackthorn

Also obviously I own nothing but the plot. Characters are from Cassandra Clare

Chapter One

Just because Thomas could see Alastair didn’t make them friends though. They were acquaintances of course since his sister figure was in a band with Cordelia. They were all musically inclined.

"Hello Cordelia.” She rolls her eyes. Thomas was the only one who called her by her full name and most people were under the impression it was meant to be teasing but honestly Thomas just found her name beautiful and incredibly underused. “Hello Thomas. If you don’t mind would you get the other boys? We have some news!” I nod and turn to go get them.

The girls got up and started walking to the door. “I would start getting ready if I was you. We leave in a week.” Lucie said with a wink Matthew paled and put a hand to his forehead dramatically. “Lucie! You can’t spring this on me and only give me a week to get everything together!” Lucie laughed. “Calm down Matthew! You just have to pick comfy clothes and the costume people will pick our concert attire.” Matthew nods seemingly relaxing at the thought.

Thomas stared at them blankly. Alastair. He was so screwed.

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sweetdreamsjeff · 5 years

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From the Memorial at St. Ann's

In Memoriam: Jeff Buckley

"Not all of me is dust, Within my song, safe from the worm, my spirit will survive. -Aleksander Pushkin

There was a presentation from Columbia Records, showing interview segments, and video clips, revealing live footage, and tales of the recording of Grace.

She urged us to make a Golden Promise.

"A Golden Promise is one that must never be broken. It is made in one's heart to another heart that's just departed this life."

Life will not go on as it always had. Life will go on as it always should have.

with love from the delphi -dennis

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julius-vi-britannia · 5 years

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Stage 0: Beginning

Pendragon Imperial Palace, Pendragon, Holy Britannian Empire June 1, 2007 a.t.b.

A soft melody could be heard from one of the bedrooms. Servants who worked in the halls would stop to listen. They would smile and then continue their work. They knew that song and who was behind the door: Julius vi Britannia, the 11th (½, that is) prince of the empire.

The seven year-old prince would play on his violin every evening, focusing on the gentle melody he perfected with ease. The song he was playing was something his mother taught him on one of his birthdays. “Moon Princess” would make him think of a beautiful maiden who would sing each night on the moon. The sweet gentle moonlight from her home would give people pleasant dreams, he believed. Because of the story he thought of, it became one of his favorite songs to play.

Speaking of concerts, he wished he could leave this cage of a room to perform for others. He loved how people from outside his bedroom would occasionally hear and praise. However, he wanted more than that. But the problem was that he can’t leave for whatever reason. Julius tried by asking the guards side by side his door. The answer he would get, “You cannot leave this room. Your father is trying to protect you. He’ll lift the order once the danger is gone.” Right. His father was emperor. He heard his own father was the reason he was locked up. At first, he was mad. The boy could argue, but he would never fight his father. He loved him as much he loved his mother, who would visit him from time to time. So, he cannot go against his own father, the man who was protecting him. He had wondered what this “danger” was, but he decided to drop it.

The young prince finished playing the song, sitting down on his bed to rest. His violin laid by his side. His violet eyes were looking down on the floor. Music sheets were scattered, but in a neat pile. Books, the same way. He picked up a sheet, reading the notes. That sheet, all of the sheets in fact, were all from his mother. The prince softly smiled. At least he was completely alone by himself. His mother would come by to check on him, making sure he was well. One time, he had played a song for her on her birthday to surprise her with his violin talent. She had enjoyed it, telling him he was a musical prodigy. A prodigy, huh, he was thinking to himself. If I wasn’t a prince, I would definitely become a musician. People would applaud and a lady might throw a red rose to me. He sighed, lying down. He held the music sheet close to him. Someday, I will be free and share my talent with the world. The child could only wait.

Little did he know, a lone woman with green hair was watching him through the window. She was standing on the grassy hill, her golden eyes watching the figure eventually sleep. She soon turned away.

~~~ April 12, 2009 a.t.b.

Julius hadn’t seen his mother all day. He was wondering what was going on. Could she be busy with running the empire with Father? She could be away to another country for some meeting? He stared out his window to see the sun still shining brightly. The flowers were in bloom, swaying to the gentle breeze. He never felt the breeze before. Maybe someday-.

His thought was interrupted by the unlock click sound on his door. The boy turned around with a smile. “Mother, you-.” His smile faded when he saw the visitor was not his mother, but rather a young man in a black suit with white gloves. His expression was making the prince confused. “Where’s Mother? Is she alright?”

“I’m sorry, my prince. She…” The man kneeled down to Julius’s height and hugged him. He felt the man’s body tremble and tears on the back of the boy’s dress shirt. Was he dreaming? Was this happening? Was his mother…? “She what? What happened?” The valet’s breathing quicken, more tears dropping. He said only one word that made the prince’s heart shatter, “Deceased.”

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The funeral was being held. Members and staff of the royal family were attending, their faces cloaked with sorrow. A girl was being comforted by an older sister.

Once everyone was present, the pastor went to the podium. Even though he was deeply saddened by the tragedy, his mission to bring comfort to the people present was clear as day. “Friends and family. We are gathered to honor the memory of Marianne vi Britannia, our beloved queen of Britannia. She was killed by a terrorist attack. Many of us are deeply affected by this loss. Let us pray together.” He bowed his head, and closed his eyes. Everyone else did too.

After what seem like an eternity, the pastor lifted his head. “To conclude the event, we will have a young prince play a song in the queen’s honor and memory.” He nodded to a boy no older than 8 years of age. He was wearing a blue cloak to represent his mother’s service in the Knights of Round. The boy began to play his mother’s favorite song, his eyes closed to focus. He was thinking of her, imagining her best features: her angelic voice, her warm hug, her smile. He wished he could cry. But, he can’t. He must smile and remember for her. This is his beginning.

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[ending theme: Shatter Me (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wsysh9VWEv0)]

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suckitsurveys · 5 years

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Would you ever become a fan of a team you hate to please your spouse? Nope. I only married Mark because he’s also a Cubs fan.

Can you handle scary movies? They aren’t my favorite.

How often do you get a new purse…and for guys a new wallet? Every yearish?

What is the most money that you have ever spent on getting your nails done? $55 including tip for a no chip mani and a pedi

What word describes your last relationship? Irrelevant.

Do you have a fake I.D.? I’m 29...

Would you date someone 5 years older than you? I’m married to someone 5 years older than me.

Have you ever been fingered? Yes.

Have you ever been to California? Did you like it? Nope, I haven’t.

Does it matter to you if your boyfriend/girlfriend drinks? Nope.

Honestly, if you wanted to get laid right now, could you? I’d have to leave work and go home.

Do you like deviled eggs? Yessssss.

What is your favorite horror movie? Eh.

Has a little kid ever fallen asleep on your lap before? Yes.

What’s your favorite kind of float? (coke, root beer) Root beer is the only one I’ve had the only one that appeals to me.

If you heard your best friend’s significant other was cheating on them, would you tell them? Even if you couldn’t prove it? I would confront who I heard it from and ask if they could prove it.

If you discovered you were pregnant at this point in time, would you keep it or abort it? Why? Abort it because I do not want children.

What is the last thing you googled? Wagons for my niece’s first birthday present.

How far away do you live from the closest mall? I guess like 10 minutes.

Have you ever jumped off a high dive into a pool? Yes.

Ever had sex in a public place? Yeah.

What foods can you absolutely not eat? Veal. Capers. Cheetos.

List four things about your facial appearance: Chubby cheeks, glasses, a nose piercing, green eyes.

Do you like hot, cold, or lukewarm showers? Hot always.

Favorite holiday? Halloween.

Have you ever taken part in a threesome? Yeah oops.

Have you told your parents all of your secrets from when you were a teen? I don’t need to?

When drinking hard alcohol do you take shots more or make mixed drinks? Mixed drinks.

Have you ever been to an arena concert? Yup, a few.

Do you plan on having both your parents at your wedding? I didn’t have anyone at my wedding except for my spouse.

Has a friend ever really hurt you and you never told them? Yup. Currently.

Have you ever stayed on a ride at a theme park to ride it again? Yes.

Do you work any holidays? Not major ones, no.

Last funeral you attended? My former neighbor’s earlier this month.

Where did your mother and father meet for the first time? I know they went to high school together but didn’t really know each other until after my dad graduated. My mom was friends with his sister.

What is your oldest sibling’s middle name? Janelle.

Have you ever stayed in a cheap motel? Yes.

What are you currently dressed in? A hoodie and jeans.

#surveys

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thearrangment-phff · 6 years

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XIV. Titles

December 2016

Harry tried to think of the remembrance concert as an engagement to ease his mind, but this concert was much more than that. This concert was for Isabella's grandmother. Josephine-Charlotte and she may have never met or cared for Harry before, but he was going to marry her granddaughter in less than a year. Isabella was kind enough to invite him into her world, more importantly, her family. Though the royal world and family with Isabella, the lines blurred on more than one occasion.

Jean had been ushered away from them once they got in the concert as he needed to presented. Isabella then lead Harry to some of her family members. Harry recognized one couple. Prince Guillaume and his wife Stephanie. He knew little about them, but his eyes lit up at the sight of Isabella's mother. Marie Astrid left the small group and walked towards Harry, engulfing him a hug before doing the same to Isabella but with a kiss on her cheek.

"Harry. What a lovely surprise. I'm sure Christian would have fought harder to try and come if he knew you would be here," smiled Marie Astrid.

"A very last-minute arrangement I can assure you," replied Harry with the same smile he was very famous for.

"I heard. You were on a tour if I recall. Where did you fly in from?"

"Guyana," answered Harry.

"How wonderful! Come I want you to meet my brother, nephew, and his wife," ordered Marie Astrid as she grabbed Harry's upper arm and dragged him away. Harry's instinct was grabbing Isabella by the waist and dragging her with him.

"Harry, this is my brother Jean, and this is my nephew Guillaume with his wife Stephanie," introduced Marie Astrid.

Harry shook the hands of all the three people before engaging in conversation with Guillaume. Stephanie talked with Isabella and Jean with his sister Marie Astrid. Guillaume and Harry talked about the work both men do and Guillaume took interest in Harry's involvement with veterans. Like Jean, the former Grand Duke, Guillaume had confessed he also went to Sandhurst and his youngest brother Sebastien had started his training just 2 months earlier.

Sandhurst and Invictus Games were once again the main topics of conversation. Within minutes Guillaume had agreed to visit the Invictus Games next year. The invitation extended to their grandfather was also given to Guillaume. Harry learned more about the Luxembourg Grand Ducal Family through Guillaume. He explained growing up in Luxembourg, being able to speak multiple languages because of not only his parents, but the geography of Luxembourg, and what Harry took more interest in was growing up with a family of 7.

Guillaume was the oldest of 5, with 3 brothers, and just one sister. Harry knew that Isabella was use to a big family. She was, after all, the second youngest of 6. Marie Astrid was one of 5 as well, and now the topic of children lingered in Harry's mind. The topic came up more and more as the months went by.

"How long have you been seeing Isabella again?"

"Over 2 years now. We celebrated 2 years last month," answered Harry.

"My aunt has been dropping hints around the family that you and Belle will be marrying soon. Is it true?"

Harry laughed a little. Marie Astrid was a smart woman. The fact that she was talking about their relationship and making sure how serious it was with others was a smart move. Harry and Isabella needed to make sure their relationship was real and approval from both of her parents was the easiest way.

Harry turned around to find Stephanie and Isabella laughing at something and turned back to Guillaume, "I would be a fool to let her slip through my fingers."

"My grandmother once said Belle was destined to become a queen she even called her 'petite reine'. It means little queen in French. Belle and I were never close growing up. I was 11 years old when she was born and our different sex permitted such a bond. She was fond of my brother and sister, Sebastien and Alexandra. For everyone's sake, I do hope a marriage is a right decision."

Before Harry was joined the rest of the group he thought about Guillaume's words. When talking about their grandmother he was guessing Josephine Charlotte of Belgium. She was from an older generation were royals married other royals. Little queen. That could have been Isabella’s nickname by him but he doubted that would go through.

Isabella was curious as to why Harry hesitated to join the rest of her family. So, she walked towards him and he welcomed her with open arms. He was getting used to and wanted the displays of affection. Though there was still part of him wondering why he wanted Isabella's attention while the other explained to him that he simply wanted a woman's attention. She had no issue displaying her like for Harry with her simple gestures and wanting him in her bed.

"Did you invite me for a hug?" She asked in a teasing manner.

Harry squeezed a little tighter, "I was feeling affectionate."

"Affectionate? You feeling affectionate for me? Is this opposite day?" Teased Isabella. There were a couple of seconds of silence before she pulled herself away. Harry wasn't his usual self and his lack of a smile showed it. "Okay, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," answered Harry quickly, that made Isabella even more curious.

"Did Guillaume scare you?" asked Isabella in a teasing manner.

"No. Of course not," answered Harry.

"Then what's wrong?"

"I don't think Sabelle is going to work. It doesn't sound right," lied Harry.

"...Okay... so we think of something else. Any suggestions?"

"I don't even know. Anyways, when does the concert begin?"

"Maybe 10 minutes. I don't know. When the crowd is ushered in, then we'll know."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," replied Isabella.

"Was it my father who came to you with this arrangement, or did your family suggest it?"

Isabella got mad very quickly. Harry just accused her family of setting this whole thing up. She couldn't just shake her head and let it be. So Isabella backed away from Harry's touch with her hands on her hip. "If my family were to set me up for an arranged marriage it would have been to the Prince of Ligne or Archduke of Austria-Este, not you."

Harry was not taken back by the harshness of Isabella's voice. It was understandable, "Aren't you and the Archduke cousins."

"Second cousins actually. I'm also double second cousins with the Prince of Ligne. But that's beside the point! My point is that if my parents were looking for an arranged marriage it wouldn't matter if they had no crown. Being Catholic and having any title was enough."

"What about your grandmother's nickname for you?" Asked Harry as Isabella gave him a more confused face.

"Nickname?” There were a couple of seconds to process Harry’s words which made Isabella scrunch up her nose and shake her head, “Petite reine? Is that what's got you acting weird?"

"Your grandmother wanted to make you a queen. Now we are forced to be married and we've barely known each other a year. Sounds a bit suspicious to me," argued Harry.

Isabella let out a small laugh, "It's a joke, Harry. My grandmother made out that nickname as a joke," spat Isabella.

"Monarchies still exist. Joking about trying to make someone a queen isn't right," hissed Harry.

"Will you stop using that angry tone with me and let me explain?" Asked Isabella. She waited a couple of seconds making sure Harry nodded at her words then continued. "When I was born, my father's cousin Archduke Lorenz and his wife Princess Astrid had two sons and a daughter. They were given succession rights to the Belgian throne through a female line which at the time was a shock. At the time Amedeo was third in line to the Belgian throne behind his uncle and mother. My grandmother would tell her brother, King Albert, who also happened to be Amedeo's grandfather, that me Amedeo could someday become King and Queen of Belgium. My mother and his mother are cousins and my father and his father are cousins as well. It was a joke Harry," explained Isabella.

"Marrying a second cousin doesn't sit well in my mind," replied Harry without much emotion.

"Well, royals married their cousins a century ago. Heck, some people still marry their second cousins in my family! My grandfathers Jean and Carl Ludwig were cousins. Just because your family hasn't married cousin to cousin in a while doesn't mean you can shame my family for doing the same. Your family happened to marry Germans and my family just marry within Catholic monarchies. You do realize I come from the House of Habsburg, a family literally famous for their incestuous relationships. It wasn't anything serious."

"I guess your cousin's words made me upset somehow," apologized Harry.

"Say you don't want this. Stand up to your father and end this arrangement if you find it disgusting," challenged Isabella.

"I'm not going to do that. You are upset because you feel like I insulted your family and I apologize for that. It wasn't my intention."

"You have more power in this whole thing than you realize. We both do. All we have to say is we won't go through with it and we go our separate ways. Probably never seeing each other again," pointed out Isabella.

"I know that. Why don't you go to your father and call this off?"

"Why don't you?" Asked Isabella.

Harry lightly shrugged his shoulders, "Your sweet. Maybe that's why? Maybe it's so I can say I married an Archduchess, or maybe I want a family without any effort put into overthinking if she's using me for a title and money. Both of which you have."

"Our marriage has its advantage. Even if you don't realize it," stated Isabella.

"Believe me I know. Your birthday celebrations had more royalty than anyone in my family, besides my grandmother and maybe my father could muster up. Those people didn't show up because their family needed to send someone to represent them, but because they were all related to you. I'm sure that's what my father picked you."

"What else?" asked Isabella in curiosity.

"You answer now. What do I bring to this arrangement?"

"Well.. you'll make an Archduchess, Princess, and a Duchess. I think that's mostly it."

"You won't become a Princess if you marry me. Just a Duchess of Sussex or Clarence or whichever dukedom my grandmother gives me."

"I'm a Princess of Habsburg-Lorraine in the Belgian nobility. I don’t need you to become a Princess since I've had the title since birth. In Belgium, I'm introduced as Her Serene Highness Princess Isabella of Habsburg-Lorraine."

"I didn’t know that. What are your titles anyways?"

"Well, generally Her Imperial and Royal Highness Archduchess Isabella of Austria, Prince of Hungary and Bohemia. If in Austria or Hungary then I'm simply Isabella von Habsburg-Lothringen or Isabella von Habsburg depending on the mood. If in Germany I am Isabella zu Habsburg. When in Belgium I'm Her Serene Highness Princess Isabella of Habsburg-Lorraine. If we're in the Netherlands, Luxembourg, or Liechtenstein then either Archduchess Isabella or Princess Isabella is fine for an introduction. It's all very complicated."

"So many titles," murmured Harry.

"Makes things more complicated when you belong to a monarchy that no longer exists. All I have is my title and my relations to other royal houses. Dynastic marriage is what keeps my family from slipping into the background. Belgian princes and princesses made ideal marriages for a time. Marrying Archdukes are simply a way to bump up from being a Serene Highness to an Imperial one."

Before Harry could say another word, the crowd began to gather at the entrances. It was time for the concert to begin and Harry knew he wouldn't be able to talk to Isabella for a couple of hours. He watched as she waved at her family as they took different seats. The dramatic moment where the lights were dimmed, Harry felt Isabella's hand slide onto his leg and left it there for the remaining of the performance. Halfway through Harry's hand went to covers Isabella smaller one.

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