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caineisfullofsapphicyearning · 6 months

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Werewolf Shauna Shipman and downbad Lottie for the hungry gays (and me because this isn't long enough to be a full ao3 fic): [476 words]

Music pulses through the Matthews mansion, but all Shauna can hear is her own heart rattling her ribs, pounding through her body. Her mouth is not an inch from Lotties pulse point, breath hitting her skin hotly, and desperation clouds the thick air of the bathroom they've pulled themselves into. “Lottie,” She whimpers, teeth aching, saliva pooling in her mouth, fingers digging rough into Lotties hips, nails digging not so gently against her.

“Do it,” she says quietly, the hand in Shauna's hair gently pulling her back just enough to lock their eyes. There's an understanding in Lotties, among the usual galaxies that Shauna finds in them, and it does not surprise Shauna, not that at least. If anyone would look at Shauna like this, so knowledgeable, so trusting, it would be Charlotte Matthews.

Heat rushes through her all over again and she whines, biting into her lower lip, looking up at Lottie with pleading eyes, blurred by the tears that threaten to fall at the sheer need. “Lot…” her voice is cautionary but it cracks and her teeth feel much too big to be trapped in her mouth.

Lottie uses her free hand to cup Shauna's jaw, her thumb playing lightly across her lip to deter her in a way that has Shauna slightly open her mouth, face flushed dark red, always willing to take anything Lottie offers. Her eyes seem to darken, and she licks her kiss-swollen lips quickly. “Do it.” And Shauna is a good dog, in that she follows, she listens. Who is she to deny such pretty words? When it's all that Shauna wants in the moment, when is it enough to force her to grip Lottie for a hold more than grounding as her knees go weak?

Shauna obeys. She bites.

Her teeth puncture skin, the hand in her hair tightening drastically, and she might hear Lotties breath catch, might hear a breathy moan leave her own mouth, but the moment she tastes Lottie, the moment sweet iron and what tastes like the forest after a heavy storm hits her tongue, nothing but her heart and ringing sounds through her head.

It's perfect. The way her teeth dig into her neck, the way she doesn't pull away, but flinches hard, the way Shauna can feel her heartbeat against her mouth, it's all… perfect.

As the ringing dulls, Lotties panting becomes more obvious, breath heavy and wet.

Down to her barest nature, Shauna lingers for only a moment before backing away, taking note of the way tears stream down Lotties face and her eyes are shut, but she keeps her hand tangled in Shauna's hair, and returning with her tongue, gently lapping over the bloody wound.

At this moment, it does not matter that her own teeth are to blame.

What matters is Lottie. Lottie is everything, and Shauna feels everything.

#lottieshauna #lottie matthews #shauna shipman #werewolf shauna shipman you are dear to me #whiny werewolf Shauna is real #yellowjackets

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lesbiansagainsttheatre · 1 year

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so the new yellowjackets huh?

#dear diary #yellowjackets #yellowjackets spoilers #rip crystal/kristen i knew this was coming but i’ll miss you bby girl #maybe she’ll haunt misty like with shauna/jackie and lottie/laura lee #also randy fr fucking useless

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owltrifecta · 5 months

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i used to weave crowns. Van and Lottie spend the holidays together, December 1995. 6.3k words, rated T, lottievan friendship feat. a dash of taivan at the very end.

Part Two: New Year's Eve! Lottie's not having a great night. Van comforts her the best way she can: with a story.

"Do you remember when I was eleven," she murmurs, half to herself, "and I tried to run away from home?" She has no idea where she's going with this, but Lottie sniffs and nods, a little calmer at least, so Van keeps going. "I had no idea what I was doing," she says to the ceiling. It's painted hospital-ward white, so bright it hurts her eyes. "I was just...well, my mom and I had a fight." (Her mother, howling like something wild, throwing one of Dad's favorite coffee mugs against the wall, missing Van's head by inches. Van's eyes blurring with tears, turning her mother into a screaming smear.) "It was a whole damn mess," she continues. "I was pissed. So I packed some clothes and a toothbrush and my ratty old fox plush into a duffel bag and I hit the road."

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets fic #lottie matthews #van palmer #child abuse cw #ask to tag #for auld lang syne my dear...

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yallwildinrn · 4 months

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This is greedy of me but 💌

No it is not greedy :)

Anywayssss I love how you’ve become a really great friend of mine. You have great opinions and are so much fun to talk to. We’ve shared many a conversation and they’ve all been wonderful.

Also, ur posts are based as fuck and I appreciate the wide variety of ships I can sample. And the sapphic gender bent og cobras. Never knew I needed that until you. And ur a really good writer <3

#dear diary #love you sm Lottie kiss kiss

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they-them-van · 1 year

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notes from “it chooses”

so i took notes on the new yj episode (”it chooses”) both because i’m a nerd and because so much shit happens in literally every episode and i can’t keep it all straight - i have so many fucking Thoughts and i figured y’all might also, so here are some of them in roughly chronological order (obviously lots of spoilers below, also it’s fucking long but bear with me):

lottie is extremely fucked up good lord girl

mari being the most devoted but also making fun of lottie - what’s her deal

NUGGET IS DEAD WHAT THE FUCK - him being a hallucination the whole time mirrors both shauna’s baby dream and ben imagining paul/being in a better place

they’re going to the Sharing Shack this is so deeply unserious

shauna having to confess that she killed a man fucking sent me

jeff seeing the pictures of the man his wife killed all cut up sent me in an extremely different way (off the brink)

nat and misty being the ones to follow shauna when she tries to leave, both in purple - they’ve become the most devoted to lottie in the present, whereas van is completely the opposite

young nat saying “they’ve changed because of her” (THE THOUGHTS I AM HAVING... i can’t put them into words quite yet but boy am i fucking having thoughts)

van being the one to unite the group in lottie’s absence - and also lottie “sacrificing” herself being used to motivate/unite the group

mari hallucinating blood dripping from the walls and saying “they’re dead” made me SCREAM because oh my god i thought at the beginning of the season that the dripping would be related to blood and related to mari finding something in or around the cabin having to do with the wilderness/sacrifice and i am simply so correct all the time

misty my serial killer queen <3

misty somehow being both a serial killer and the FBI, what an icon

do we know if van ever got a postcard?

travis is doing something weird (not being an asshole)

i wish literally anyone could see the way i was internally cackling when jeff hallucinated shauna as the wife from sharknado i will be thinking about this for WEEKS

i fucking love the show’s themes of intergenerational trauma that we see showing up in so many different ways - most obviously with shauna/callie and tai/sammy, but also how the girls interacted with their parents, how we see the choices their past and present selves make interact, how lottie is actively shaping other peoples’ lives according to her trauma - there’s so much to say about this and there might be a more in depth analysis coming because again i will not stop thinking about this for weeks

it seems that the group as a whole still holds some animosity towards shauna for what she did to lottie, as seen when they’re all mad at her for telling jeff and tai specifically says that people have repeatedly put themselves in harm’s way for her

lottie very specifically Gazes Meaningfully at the camera during this discussion

once again i find it fascinating how lottie and nat’s arcs are converging, at first i thought their roles within the group had reversed when natalie said they need to talk about everything and lottie replied “this isn’t something therapies can fix” - really they’re moving in the same direction but at different paces, it seems here at least like nat has always just been a couple steps behind lottie but she’s starting to catch up and hoo boy something is gonna happen when she does

the way that in lottie’s absence van takes over the lead role - shuffling and holding the cards, orchestrating the hunt - but misty is her enforcing, the one actually pulling cards for people

this is something we see from misty even into the present - at one point she said something like “i took care of [jessica roberts], like i always do” and that just enforced it for me (no pun intended), while shauna has a similar capacity for violence i think she can only stomach it in the heat of the moment, while misty is always able to detach herself and that’s something the rest of them/the antler queen take advantage of

they all get so obsessed with the hunt that they’re not even chasing anything (that’s what’s called Symbolism)

the parallels between the moose and javi, both times natalie is desperate to pull them out but quite literally her fear/survival instinct overrides her hunger, she let go of javi so much more willingly than the moose

final thought (sorry this is so long dear god): a while back i listened to the episode of You’re Wrong About that was on the Andes plane crash, and something that came up a lot was this idea that we’re drawn to wilderness survival stories because there’s inherently something either comforting or deeply terrifying about the idea of not being in control of our surroundings, of being at the mercy of natural forces with no morals or intentions. and the way yj has been playing with this is incredible, particularly in the group dynamics: for the firm believers in the wilderness as an entity, the control is taken out of their hands. they’re simply surviving, and they may be aware on some level that they’re doing horrible things to each other but they justify it by making it a sacrifice to this outside entity. and on the other side (mostly just natalie at this point, really), there are those who are clinging onto what little control they still have in the wilderness, who can’t accept their actions as anything but their own and are horrified at those who don’t do the same. they’ve created such an interesting dynamic and i’m so excited to see it play out, especially as we see people changing sides and shifting who/what they see as in control (the most interesting case of this might be van, who wholeheartedly embraced the idea of the wilderness in control as a teen but seems to have retroactively taken ownership of what she did as an adult)

#if you made it this far #honestly i'm sorry #but dear god i needed to scream into the void after this ep #yellowjackets s2 #yellowjackets #yellowjackets spoilers #shauna shipman #misty quigley #coach ben #akilah yellowjackets #lottie matthews #van palmer #taissa turner #natalie scatorccio #it chooses #yellowjackets thoughts #yellowjackets theories #screaming crying throwing up

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inhidingxoxo3637 · 10 months

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Now that loreznosmircopp has lost her login details I can finally say she wants to fuck RO- *gun shots*

#rip loreznosmircopp 2K23 #she aint dead she just got a new phone and doesn't remember the email she used to make the account xoxo #dear my sister Lotti if u check my blog logged out umm<333333 ignore this <333333 #i am not dirtieing her name 🔥🔥🔥#rlly tragic turn of events for her first she never blogs BC of work then she just loses her deets

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jokeson-u · 11 months

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just read the saddest fuckin lottienat fic ever.. my heart legitimately hurts and i actually feel nauseous

#like dear fuck #yellowjackets #lottienat #natalie scatorccio #lottie matthews #charlotte matthews #ao3

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officialfoxsquadron · 2 months

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if luke is promoted to lieutenant commander by ESB...how hard do we think he makes fun of lottie pronouncing it "left-tenant"

#the answer is probably extremely #it's a near and dear headcanon to me that all members of the fox squadron have a lottie impression #oc posting #eowyn speaks

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misfittq · 1 year

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when you and a friend just go feral over the reactions when nat is made leader

#look im living a vibe #gen is what mari was to lottie (the caring devoted follower to the prophet)#robin posts ✉#loads of the reactions are so dear to me <33

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plentyoffandoms · 19 days

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You Promised Me

Lord Debling x f/Reader

Main Masterlist ♡ Bridgerton Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me. 1st photo. Google images.

Warnings. None

WC 1291

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"Miss, you have a caller." I looked up from my the book I was reading, The Mysterious Marriage.

"I do not wish to see anyone, Lottie." I turned my gaze back to my book. I heard my long-time maid and friend sigh and turn to walk out of the room when I heard a commotion.

I could hear his heavy foot steps walking towards me, and I could hear him calling out my name. My heart ached when I heard him call for me, but after what I have found out about him, I did not know if I could ever trust him again.

"Lord Debling, my Lady does not wish for company today." Lottie said, blocking me from him, and ever such the gentleman my intended is, he did not push her aside.

I could feel his gaze upon me, but I did not acknowledge him, even though the proper lady in side of me was screaming at me to stand and talk to the man.

"Please, I must talk to her." I could hear the desperation in his voice. I have been ignoring him as of late. Refusing his calls, his letters, his gifts.

"Let him in Lottie." I said as I stood, smoothing out my dress. Lottie stepped to the side, and he nodded his head at her. She closed the door behind her, leaving us alone.

I knew she was right outside this door, ready at any moment if I called for her.

I just stared at the man with a cold, hard look. I wanted him to know how angry I was with him. How much he has hurt me, by not only lying to me, but breaking his promise to me as well.

The one stipulation I had when I agreed to marry him.

"My Dear, I do not know what I did. Please help me fix this because you are calling off our wedding without telling me the reason why, which has hurt me deeply."

"Lord Debling." His blue eyes widden at me being so formal. "You not only lied to me, but you broke your promise."

"I have done no such thing." I scoffed at him, whilst folding my arms across my chest.

"I found out that you are still planning your trip."

"Yes, you knew that." The poor gentle man was clearly confused.

"No, you are planning on leaving right after our honeymoon, which you said you would not do." Tears threatened to fall from my eyes, but I did not let them.

"My Dear," I interrupted him.

"Do not call me that. You lost all forms of affection when you broke your promise to me, Lord Debling."

"Please let me explain." He took a step towards me.

"I wish for you to leave." Lottie opened the doors when she heard me say that. "You have no need to explain anything to me. We are no longer intended to be married. Good day, Lord Debling."

He reached out to me, but it was my turn to take a step back. I could tell he was fighting an inner battle within himself, as he left me standing there.

Once he was gone, I let the tears fall freely, knowing I had lost the man I loved.

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I have left my home for over a week, and I was due at the Ton picnic. Lottie and I walked to the park, as it was not far from my home.

I could see the women and some of the men whisper as I was walked past them, but I held my head up high, knowing I did the right thing in the end. Even if my heart has told me otherwise.

I found myself walking towards the big weeping willow tree to hide underneath the leaves, to get away from the sun and the eyes of the Ton.

This was where I first met Alfred, and I smiled at the memory of him being excited about telling me about this tree, the weeping willow, or Salix babylonica.

I could hear his voice telling me the proper name for this tree.

It became our tree, and now it is just blocking the sun for me.

I didn't hear him walk up behind me, but the moment he cleared his throat, I jumped and turned around to face the unknown man.

"Alfred, you scared me." I placed my hand on my chest, trying to calm down my breathing. I didn't realise I called him Alfred at that moment, instead of Lord Debling..

"I did not mean to scare you, but I just wanted to talk to you, and I saw you come under here. I just took my chances."

"Lord Debling, I said all I needed to say."

"But I did not. Please, just listen to me."

"You have one minute." I finally said.

"Yes, I told you I would not go on my trip right after, but something has come up, and I have to go."

"You will be gone for three years."

"You will have a child to look after." He stated.

"And what happens if I am not with child after us spending only one night together, before you are up at dawn the next day. Or I am with child, and I die during childbirth. That is what happened to my mother with me."

"Then I will come straight home."

"Depending on how far you are, it will take many months or years for the news to get back to you. My body would long be in the ground by the time my husband would come home."

"But if you are with child and you live, then I will always have a home to come back too."

"A child who will barely know their father. Only of stories that I was tell, and there are very few to tell. They will learn about you from your own family members who do nothing but ridicule you."

"What do you wish me to do?"

"Take me with you." I blurted out without thinking.

"You wish to come with me?" Even he was taken back.

"I do. I wish to see the world instead of reading about it, and I wish to see it with the only man I can deeply for." I finally let out the one dream I have always had.

"Such travel is no place for a woman such as yourself."

"You will be with me, Alfred." I softly said to him.

"What if you end up pregnant?"

"We will come to that road if we get there. Alfred, I want to marry you. I want to spend time with you as a married couple. For longer than only a few hours before you are gone for three years."

"No one has ever wanted to travel with me before."

"I am not like anyone else. I will be Lady Debling, and why shouldn't Lady Debling travel with her husband, Lord Debling, and he can show her all the more reasons why he loves animals and nature."

"You wish to marry me once more?"

"Only if you agree that I can come with you on this trip." I was firm on this.

"We have much to discuss about it, but yes, I agree."

I flew into his arms, not caring if we were caught by anyone in the Ton.

"You mean that, Alfred?"

"I do. I promise that you shall get your dream of seeing the world, my Dear. I love you, future Lady Debling, and I should not have broken my promise to you like I did."

"I love you too, Lord Debling, and that is okay, as long you do not break this one as well."

"I will not, my Dear."

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lady-charinette · 1 year

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The lucid moments of Queen Charlotte & King George:

they sometimes hide from the heavens under the bed and George asks how their kingdom is doing. Charlotte quietly confesses how sometimes, the world seems to close in on her too & she feels like she might just hide from the heavens forever. George cradles her hand whispers lovingly:"You've always been the stronger one of us." Charlotte:"Only because you gave me half of your strength."

George sometimes escapes his confinement and bursts into meetings, but he's lucid. Charlotte is momentarily stunned, but relaxes when George speaks normally with the higher members of the ton. She smiles and watches her husband, the king, attend to his duties. In these little moments, she feels like the paintings didn't have to add George in later, she feels like he was there all along for the still sitting.

George still goes to the fields, he's old now, but he can pick at the weeds and plant some vegetables at least. Brimsely swore he would always attend to Her Majesty the Queen, but whenever her husband is outside, he temporarily serves the King, on orders of Her Majesty. Brimsely knows the Queen trusts him above all to protect her king in Reynold's place

George sometimes draws her, draws her face, his artistic skill curiously weakens when he's of sound mind, but Charlotte doesn't seem too offended when she spies her likeness on their wall. She smiles brighter than the sun

They reminiscent of their youth together, George remarks on the make of Charlotte's dresses, they look just like they had when they were younger. Charlotte is too prideful to admit she still orders these dresses to be made because it's the only thing of George she can have with her everyday to keep her grounde

Amelia's passing wounded everyone deeply, George had still been lucid enough to have learned of it, which ultimately crumbled the pieces of his sanity over time. His lucid moments grew fewer and farther in between and Charlotte felt like she had not only lost a daughter, but her husband as well

George has his observatory in his residence at Kew, and sometimes when he gazes at the stars and searches for a glimpse of Venus, his clarity returns with full force. In those moments, he quickly writes down whatever thoughts flood his clear mind, to not forget them, forget that deep down in his madness, there is still a man. Charlotte occasionally visits his observatory and she always checks his journals for new notes. Little things he intended to remember. The names of all their children and their birthdays. Thoughts of Charlotte and how much he misses her. Most of them speak of Venus, how much he loves and adores her. The Queen learned early on that Venus has quite a few names. The Great Star. Goddess of Love. Charlotte. Lottie. And sometimes, his Queen.

"Tell me, Lottie, how are the gardens?". She smiles, "In full bloom, my dear.". There was an uncharacteristically but not unfamiliar grin on the king's face. "And tell me... how is your garden?" Charlotte laughed, spying the mischievous twinkle in her husband's eye. "It definitely could use some tending. Some watering. Some fierce plowing." Brimsely knew better than anyone to immediately send the guards and attendants away once the Queen hitched up her skirts and moved over to sit on the King's lap.

"I'm sorry, my dear Lottie." George spoke softly into their quiet bedroom. Charlotte tried to discern his expression through the darkness. "Whatever for, George?". George sighed deeply, "For not giving you as much comfort and support as you do for me, once my mind wanders again.". Charlotte can only hold her husband close to her and kiss his forehead, whispering softly into his thinning hair. "You do give me comfort, my dear. So much."

George often has nightmares during the night, whenever he calls for his attendants, more often than not, it's his wife that hurries to his bedside. She always manages to quench his demons. He's heard the whispers in the halls, about how cruel and cold his queen was. But not to him. To him, she was soft and warm. Oh, so warm.

At the birth of their last child, George worries for Charlotte's health and urges her to not have anymore babies. She tries to argue with him, but George snaps:"We have enough heirs! I know what it is that you try to do, I know my...my madness may pass down to any one of our children, but if I were to lose you while you give birth to another child madness shall consume us all! What shall I do mad with fourteen children to care for instead of enjoying the moments I have left with you by my side?"

George sometimes reads manuscripts of the love stories between older kings and their queens, he sometimes forgets them and discovers them anew, but he always remembers what each of these stories lacked to him. None of these love stories could come close to describe the endless well of love he harbors for his wife, in madness and in sanity.

Charlotte finds reading poems to be a waste of her time, but she keeps the small, crumpled pieces of papers very close to her heart. The handwriting is not always neat, not always eligible, but she knew them all by heart anyway. Even though he may not be physically near her, Charlotte knew she was never alone in ruling their kingdom with George's heartfelt poems tucked safely into the sleeves of her dress.

They sometimes run into each-other in the kitchen at night, it's always a fright at first, Charlotte doesn't know if George is in his right mind, but he always quells her fears with a boyish smile. "Fancy meeting you here, my queen. Care for some of the best pudding in all of Britain?" Charlotte smiles, her eyes misty. "Oh, you old fool. You'll upset your stomach if you continue eating pudding every night.". George caressed her cheek. "That never stopped you before, has it?" Charlotte sighed. "Oh, just give me that spoon."

Sometimes, in his calm state of mind, George wonders if his body subconsciously enters into madness on purpose. Not to drive him mad, no, a much simpler reason. Sometimes, George wonders if he falls back into madness because he knows if he does, Charlotte would always come to visit and spend time with him. Somewhere in the deepest corners of his mind, George doesn't mind being called the Mad King if it meant spending time with his dear wife.

Charlotte is Queen during the day, but when she visits George at night, she turns young again, the ache in her bones recedes and she's just a simple maiden with her farmer. Just Charlotte. Just George. Just them.

#bridgerton #bridgerton headcanons #queen charlotte spoilers #queen charlotte a bridgerton story #queen charlotte x king george #queen charlotte #king george iii #king george #charlotte x george #chatty charinette #my fic #my fics

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sleepyconfusedpotato · 24 days

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Do Ghost and Jade's kids don't know about their careers (or in Jade's case, former career)? Cause the comic you made of Andrew seeing Ghost in the middle of the night sorta implies they don't know about their parents' military background.

HMMM HM HM Good catch right there 👀👀

So this is also a part of what I've been thinking inside the Riley family after they have kids.

- I feel like the kids would definitely know about Simon's career as a soldier. BUT, as they are still in their early teens, I'd imagine that Andrew, Gracie, and later Orion know that their dad is a soldier, but that's the extent of their knowledge. They do know about Simon's nickname "Ghost", but they don't know how Simon operates inside the Task Force, they're not aware that their dad is an officer of one of the most elite and dangerous task force in the world. As far as they know, their dad only has edgy hobbies that involves black outfits and skull/skeleton themed. Heck, they even made fun of his preferences in outfits.

- But dear God, they never saw him in a full-on combat gear, in the dark of the night.

- Ghost is an officer, so day by day, he'd left the house with open face, and only wears the mask inside the car. After work day, he'd take off the mask before entering the house. If he's too tired, he'd try to sneak in in the deep of the night without making a sound. He'd sworn to himself that 'Ghost' will never enter his family and children's house/lives. They do not need trouble and his dangerous line of work to enter the one thing he cherishes the most.

- However, once you have kids, you can't hide anything forever. They'll find out by themselves (in this case, Andrew is entering his puberty and needs some midnight munchies). Simon and Lottie knows this, so they already have everything figured out. What would Andrew's reaction be, what would Gracie's reaction be, what would Orion's reaction be. They've discussed what they'd reveal, and what they'd still keep a secret, again, until they're old enough to know. They tread VERY carefully about it.

- About their mother though, that's a whole different story. After their marriage, Jade has strictly commited to be a mother for her kids, and opened a branch of The Garden in Herefordshire. She's an ✨ entrepreneur ✨. She's not that active to be called into deployment as before she had kids. If she's used to be 60% florist and 40% TF141 ally, after she had kids she'd be 98% Mum and Florist, and 2% TF141 Ally. Her kids literally only knows her as a florist, and that's it. Up until their late teens, Andrew, Gracie, and Orion would have no clue nor idea about her past with MI6. She didn't lie, she's just holding the truth until they're big enough to understand.

- In fact, Ghost BEGGED and asked Jade to not be active inside the TF141 or any conflicts anymore, considering Ghost would be deployed a lot (and how he's promoted to Captain and above), he'd want his wife to be with her kids. Jade herself also agreed, but she also told Ghost to not die and do stupid stuff. Even though married and less involved in the TF141 business, her resolve stayed the same. If he's missing, she'd pick up the guns in a heartbeat.

- Now, back to the kids. I'd imagine that because of how eventful each of Simon and Lottie's lives are, it sort of like become a game to the family. Each birthdays of the kids, Simon has established a "3 Question" rule game, where the kids can ask their parents anything about their lives. From Andrew and Orion, it's usually trivial and simple stuffs like "What's the naughtiest things you've ever done" "What's your favorite bla bla bla". HOWEVER, with Gracie, its always "What's your favourite mission?" "What's the worst condition of a dead body you've ever find?" "Who's the most difficult bad man you've ever encountered?" "Where is he now?"

- Ghost and Jade would answer with only two sentences. Looking at each other for approval. Gracie is most definitely Simon's daughter with that line of questioning. BUT, again, with every birthdays, and with their increasing age and they become more mature, they'll reveal everything bit after bit.

- By the time they finally know everything about their parents, they'd be in college years, probably, and Simon would no longer be the Ghost (he might be one of the higher ranked officer at this point), and Lottie would be completely out of the Task Force 141 game, becoming a regular civilian. Still, it'd be a legendary story to tell.

WOOHOO I kinda yapped a bit there, but hope that answer your question!

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod #cod mw #simon ghost riley #sleepy answers #charlotte jade le jardin #call of duty oc #Ghost x oc #ghost x jade #ghostjade #riley family #married life #ghostjade kids #call of duty hc #call of duty headcanons #headcanons #domestic ghost #domestic fluff

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riordanness · 3 months

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all i’ve ever wanted - [w.wonka]

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requested: yes! anon <3

warnings: bit of angst and heartbreak

I watch, a smile on my face as Willy walks slowly through the old building.

“So?” Noodle asks expectantly. “Do you like it?” I know how hard she tried to get this for him. She wanted nothing but for him to be happy, and I agreed. Willy Wonka was the kind of person you couldn’t bear to see sad.

“Do I like it?” Willy breaks into a smile. “Oh, Noodle, it’s just as I always imagined. No, scratch that–it’s better than I imagined!”

Noodle grins, and jumps up to give him a hug. I watch them, a twinge in my gut. I think I’d give anything to hug him like that.

Piper lets out a cheer, and Lottie and I exchange a grin.

We had a huge job ahead of us, but with Willy Wonka, I’m pretty sure just about anything is possible.

I stand beside Noodle, cradling a perfect blue chocolate flower in my hands. Willy has his hand on the doors, ready to walk out and announce to the world that Wonka’s Chocolate Shop is officially open for business.

I exchange an excited grin with Noodle, then I turn my focus to Willy. He takes a deep breath, muttering something so quietly that I can’t hear; then he pushes open the doors.

Sunlight filters into the dark room, illuminating the faces of my friends. We’re all holding our breaths in anticipation.

“Ladies and gentleman,” Willy announces, his voice strong and clear. “Welcome to Wonka’s. Incredible things are waiting in store, both literally and metaphorically.”

“What, in there?” A man’s voice sounds incredulous.

“Humour me.” Willy has a smile in his voice.

He leads the older man through the shop, as the six of us light up the building, pulling ropes and shooting strings of sugary goodness into the air. Lottie passes out umbrellas, Crunch and Larry ride the bicycles, and I hand out mini chocolate baskets to the children.

It’s beautiful, and it’s amazing, and I keep finding myself staring at Willy, his face alive with joy and contentedness. This is all he’s ever wanted, and I’m so glad I get to share it with him.

People have begun to line up at the front counter, their chocolate baskets filled to the brim with colourful goodies. Abacus is on the till, typing in numbers, writing receipts and giving out change. Noodle is beside him, handing out smiles.

I spot Willy, standing alone, gazing happily at the joyful customers around him. I trip merrily over, coming to a stop at his side. “Congrations, Mr Chocolatier.”

His smile is warmer than melted chocolate. “Thank you, dear y/n.” His eyes flit once more over the shop, then settle on me. “And thank you, so so much, for doing so much for me and for this shop.”

I laugh, a little awkwardly. “It’s no problem at all.”

“You see, this thing is…” He seems to hesitate, like he’s unsure of what to say.

“Go on,” I say quietly.

“Y/n, I know I have only known you for a short time. I also know that most of that time was spent either scrubbing laundry or you and Noodle trying to teach me to read, but in that short amount of time I have fallen in love with you. I love the way you laugh, and sing, and how you always try to make the people around you happy even if you’re really the one who needs comforting. You’re the sweetest girl I’ve ever known, sweeter than even my best chocolates. I’ve spent my entire life alone and on the move, and now I... I can’t imagine not being in yours.”

He stops, taking a deep breath.

I stare at him, a little bit in shock. “What are you saying?” I ask, my voice barely above a hoarse whisper.

“I’m saying that I’m in love with you.” He doesn’t meet my eyes, shyly playing with his cane instead.

“Oh.”

His face scrunches a little, and he sighs. “I’m sorry. That probably wasn't the right thing to say.”

“No!” I shake my head adamantly. “No, it–it was perfect, Willy.” I don’t know why I’m so worried about this, but I try for a not-so-nervous smile. “I’m in love with you too, you know. From the first second you fell down that laundry chute. I just didn’t tell you because, well, I didn’t think I would ever be good enough for someone like you, Willy.”

He laughs under his breath. “Y/n, you are the one no one could ever be good enough for.”

“Really?” My voice is small, but I can hear my smile in the word.

“Yes.” He nods, then reaches for me, his fingertips delicately brushing my cheek. I instinctively lean into his touch, and my heart feels full to burst with happiness. He’s all I’ve ever wanted.

And when he kisses me, it feels like my chest is filled with melted chocolate.

Horror fills me as I stare at what’s left of Wonka’s shop. Smoke rises in small, winding columns. Lottie carries a fire extinguisher, putting out any little leftover fires. Melted chocolate, disintegrated sweets, and shattered glass are everywhere.

“What happened?” Piper asks desperately, tears glittering in her eyes.

“The chocolate cartel,” Abacus replies gruffly, wiping the ash from his shirt.

I exchange a heartbroken look with Noodle, watching as she lays a hand on Willy’s shoulder. He’s sitting downheartedly on the floor, his eyes fixed resolutely on the half-melted chocolate cherry tree.

“It’s okay, Willy,” Noodle tries to insist, “we can rebuild.”

“It’s no use, Noodle.” Willy doesn’t even look at her. “She wasn't here.”

Noodle’s face clears in understanding. “You didn’t seriously think that–”

“Oh, I did,” Willy says. “She pinky promised.”

“Willy–”

“Come on, Noodle,” Abacus breaks in, touching her on the arm gently. “I think Mr Wonka needs to be alone.”

Noodle sighs and follows Crunch out, while the rest of the crew silently file after them, leaving just Willy and I.

I sit gingerly beside him. “Are you okay, my love?”

Willy seems to stiffen at my words. “I’m fine. Please, I’d—I'd like to be alone right now. I’ll see you back at the laundry.”

I want to argue. I want to stay. But I understand. “Alright.” I get to my feet, and leave quietly, glancing back at Willy twice. Neither time does he look back at me.

Little did I know that I know that I wouldn’t see him back at the laundry, and that my last image of him was his hunched and upset figure, curled over his knees.

Noodle sits on my bed, watching me. I’m curled into a ball, hugging my pillow close to my chest.

“Y/n,” she says again, “it’s okay. He’s gonna come back.”

I shake my head. “He isn’t, Noodle. You heard Mrs Scrubbit downstairs. He made a deal with the Cartel. He’s gone.”

Noodle sighs. “I don’t believe that.”

“Well you should,” I say aggressively, sitting up. “He left us. He—he didn’t even say goodbye.” My voice breaks. Tears gather in my throat again, and I’m flooded with angry sobs.

“Do you want to be alone?” Noodle whispers.

Just before I can answer, Bleacher bangs on the door. “Time to get up! Mrs Scrubbit wants you all downstairs before breakfast.”

I groan, and pull myself up off my rickety bed. “Come on, Noodle-dee,” I say softly. “We’d better go see what she wants.”

Noodle tries to smile, for me. “Okay, y/n-doo.”

I file after her down the stairs, falling in line with the rest of the laundry crew.

“Look at all the long faces ‘round here,” Mrs Scrubbit says, a glint in her eye. “It’s almost like you lot has a sneaky little plan to escape.”

We line up, facing Mrs Scrubbit. “Your friend, Mr Wonka, done a deal with Mr Slugworth. Settled your accounts. Crunch, you’re free to go.”

One by one, Abacus, Lottie, Piper, and Larry all get a little ticket and leave. Soon, it’s just Noodle and I left.

“And now for you two.” Mrs Scrubbit’s smile is sickly sweet. “The biggest piles of the lot. But these ain’t to let you go.”

“What?” Noodle demands.

“Mr Slugworth doesn’t think nasty little orphans like you should be out on the streets, Noodle. This money is to keep you locked up for good.”

“I hate you!” Noodle shouts, slamming her fists into the bench. “You—“

Mr Bleacher grabs her, holding her arms still.

“Look at her go, Lord Bleacherfitz!” Mrs Scrubbit says gleefully.

“You don’t still think he’s a lord, do you?” Noodle cries. “We made it all up, you stupid old hag!”

“Why you little brat—“ Mrs Scrubbit clutches Noodle by the shirt. “You’re going in the coop, my girl! And you.” She points at me. “To the wash house, forever. You’ll never see daylight again, you hear?”

She drags Noodle away, both of them yelling.

I’m left with Bleacher, feeling as if I have a heavy weight on my chest. I can’t believe he just left us. Got a ticket out of here and abandoned Noodle and I.

I thought… I thought he loved me.

“Down you go,” Bleacher says gruffly. “Now!” He shoves me unceremoniously down the laundry chute, and I don’t even try to stop him. I land in a heap of clothes, and I don’t move.

I stare at the ceiling, at all the washing lines and steaming cracks in the roof.

My head hurts, but nothing compares to my heartache. I don’t think I will ever get over Willy Wonka. He’s the kind of person you only meet once, and you never forget them. Especially if you loved them with your entire heart.

But sometimes people like that aren’t good inside, and they can leave you, hurt and lonely and destroyed.

He’s gone, and I’m alone.

I must’ve fallen asleep at some point, because I rouse when I hear Noodle’s familiar voice. “Y/n, come on!” she hisses, grabbing my hands and pulling me to my feet. “We’ve gotta go!”

I blink sleepily. “Wait, what? How did you—“

“He came back! They all did.”

“He… Willy?” I don’t want to believe it, I don’t want to see him but oh, I do. I do.

Noodle’s curls jump wildly as she nods. “Yes! He’s come back for us, c’mon!”

I follow her to the dumb waiter chute, and we both climb inside, clicking it shut. I press the ‘up’ button, and the crate clicks and shudders into motion.

I’m half excited, half still hurt. I can't decide if I truly want to see him or not. I mean–I’m in love with him, and I have ever since I first laid eyes on the curly headed chocolate boy, but at the same time… He left me, five minutes after confessing he supposedly loved me back.

The instant I see his face, waiting for us at the top of the laundry chute, a bright and anxious smile plastered on his familiar face, I’m torn yet another way. Gods, I’m in love with him.

“Y/n!” he says, grabbing me into his arms the second he sees me. “I’m so sorry–I, are you alright?”

I’m a little flustered, and not quite sure how to reply. “Hi, Willy.”

He must notice my slight stiffness, how my voice is trying its best to emotionlessness. “Hey, I really am sorry. I should never have ever tried to leave. I regretted it instantly. I promise, I will never leave you ever again.”

I look up into his eyes. “You promise?” My voice cracks on the words.

His eyes soften immediately. “Yeah, my love, I promise.”

“Okay.” I decide to believe him, mostly because the thought of being without him again hurt more than the chance of being left again.

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