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johnwickb1tsch · 6 months

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you’re the worst thing (i’m addicted to)

a john wick x Helen'sSister!Reader fic You are Helen's baby sister. When you meet John Wick at Helen's graveside, he invites you to dinner to celebrate her birthday. Set a few years after the first movie, 2-4 never happened. Use of y/n. Warnings: canon typical violence. Future reference to threat of noncon, (not John! because he's our assassin sweetiepie). Mourning. Smut. Grey areas. Questionable decisions. Sweetheart!John, BAMF!John Depressed!John - If you can handle the movie you should be fine here...

Part 1.

“Hey, Hels.”

There is no answer, only the warbling of a bird in a distant tree. The day is bright and blue, spring has come again in all her glory. It doesn’t seem right, somehow, that the sun should still shine, and the birds should still sing.

Because she is gone.

It’s been two years, but you still haven’t really wrapped your head around it.

You still have your last text message thread with her in your phone. It’s as though you could just punch a few buttons and still talk to her. Always, she would answer you, no matter what she was doing. Sometimes you want to type in I miss you and hit send, just to see what might happen.

But then, maybe it is appropriate, that today should be such a beautiful day. On this day, forty-two years ago, your sister was born. Roughly ten years later, you followed. As a direct result, your mother died of complications in childbirth.

Your father still blamed you, but Helen never did.

In a way, Helen was your mother, more than the woman who bore you.

It makes it all hurt so much more.

“Happy birthday, by the way.”

You look down at the stone, this massive granite behemoth. You find it rather ugly, to be honest, but it will certainly stand the test of time, nuclear war notwithstanding. Loving Wife, reads the epitaph below.

You know it was true.

You know that perhaps John Wick is the only person Helen loved more than you. But the inscription still seems too brief. Short changing her, somehow.

But then, John paid for the stone, so you suppose he got to pick what it said.

You were ensuring her memory lived on in other ways.

“I finally did as you asked,” you tell her. “I’ve used the photos you left me in a painting. We're going to be in a show together. I wish you were here to see it.”

There is a mean part of you that suspects your submission was only accepted because it contained work from the late, great, photographer Helen Morgan-Wick, but you shove that down into the seething pit with all the rest of your fears and doubts. You didn't use them for the attention. You did it to feel close to her, and because she asked you to. One final art project, the note had said. She knew you too well, knew that the only thing that kept you from toeing the line of the abyss was a good artistic obsession.

You knew she’d planned to leave a project for John too. A puppy, she’d said. You’d shared a laugh over it, through tears, the last time you’d been together. You never found out how that had gone. John hadn’t attended a family gathering since Helen passed.

Too painful.

You didn’t blame him one bit.

“I miss you, Hels. I feel so lost without you.”

“Amen.”

The sound of another voice behind you nearly makes you jump out of your skin. You turn to find him, in one of his signature tailored black suits, looking unfairly scrumptious despite the dark circles under his eyes. He hadn't made a sound in his approach. He never did. The man moved like a ghost and looked like a dark dream. You'd always found him insanely attractive.

You'd never done anything about that, of course. But goddamn, you had eyes.

“Hi, John.”

“Hello, y/n.”

You’ve never run into him at the gravesite before, though you have seen the wilted offerings of daisies left by the stone, and you always had assumed they’d come from him. You haven’t seen him since Helen’s funeral. He hasn’t changed much, really, though there is a sharpness to his aspect you’d never noticed when Helen was alive. An edge to his gaze; how can eyes so dark convey so much? Despite yourself, it sends a little thrill down your spine that you absolutely know you should not revel in.

Maybe you haven’t seen him in person after Helen passed, but you’ve gazed at him plenty through Helen’s lens. There had been so many photographs of him in the collection of prints she’d left you. Nothing risqué, but the way he’d looked at her even through the camera had been nothing less than intimate.

There were times, late at night in your studio, when you’d pretended he’d been looking at you that way.

“How…have you been?”

He offers a grim shadow of a smile and a shake of his head that you understand all too well.

“Nice to be with someone you don't have to pretend with.”

“Yeah.”

You both stare down at the grave, meditating on your loss of this woman who touched you both so completely.

“Do you think she can hear us?” you ask, unable to lift your voice above a whisper.

There is a long pause from her widower, the man she left behind.

“Not really.” He lifts his face to the sun, eyes closed, as though maybe he can feel something of her presence. “But you should talk to her anyway. I might be wrong.”

You smile at that.

“Do you ever talk to her?”

“All the time,” he admits with a huff of self-deprecating laughter. “But then, I might just be losing my mind.”

“Ah well. That makes two of us then.”

You gently lay down the bouquet of Gerber daisies you'd brought for her. Helen’s favorite. If you ever have a garden, you will plant some for her. As it is, you have to buy them from the store. You remember the patch of daisies she’d cultivated in the garden of your childhood home. Their cheerful faces and soft petals. They had been your mother’s favorite too. When you were a girl Helen would sing to you and braid them in your thick hair. You couldn’t know at the time, how precious those perfect days had been.

The wave of sorrow hits you like a freight train, the weight of your loss a crushing force. You start to cry, hiding your face in your hands; you would prefer to do this alone, but you cannot stop it.

You feel an arm about your shoulders. It surprises you—John was never a touchy-feely man, never one for hugs, always preferring a wave or a handshake. Only for Helen, did he ever display any sort of affection. They had always been touching, holding hands or sitting hip to hip on the couch, his strong arm slung protectively around her shoulders. You didn’t want to say you’d been envious of that, but…perhaps you’d wondered, what it might be like, to be so cherished.

When he pulls you against him you only manage some token resistance. “I’ll mess up your suit.” You sound pitiful, even to you.

“I have an excellent dry cleaner.”

His dry wit had always amused you. This time, it breaks you, and you give in. He is solid as an oak, and as it turns out, his chest is an excellent place to cry on. Under the shelter of his chin you wring yourself dry, until it feels like you have nothing left inside you. His large hand rests lightly upon the back of your head, shielding you from the world. He is warm, and his cologne is subtle but heavenly. Sandalwood, maybe, and something spiced. Cardamom, perhaps. A hint of pepper.

You don’t particularly want to move, even though you absolutely should. Yet his hold on you has not loosened, and you tell yourself that maybe John Wick needed a hug just as badly as you did.

“People keep telling me that it gets easier, and I just want to punch them in the face,” you sniffle.

A huff of laughter escapes him. You feel it stir your hair on the top of your head. “Yeah. I get that.”

Finally you pull back, though not as far as you should. You’ve never actually been this close to him before, and you look at each other from a foot away. Sometimes proximity can shatter the illusion of someone’s attractiveness—but not this man. The impossible angle of his cheekbones, the soft scruff of his beard…is it just you, or does the edge in his gaze soften a little, when he looks at you? It makes your legs a little weak, and you kind of hate yourself for it.

It has nothing to do with you, stupid, you tell yourself. Where you and Helen weren’t exactly twins, you did resemble each other strongly. In profile, you’d been mistaken for her in public plenty of times before. If anything, it was probably unnerving for this poor man who missed his wife so much, to hold you, a sorry facsimile, in his arms. Out of pity, most likely.

Helen had been the good sister. The upstanding one, the kind one. You? You can be such a twisted little thing.

“Sorry,” you sigh, noticing the smudge of makeup on his lapel.

He doesn’t even glance down, that intense gaze still fixed upon you. “Don’t be.”

Unbidden heat blooms from your cheeks to your toes, finding yourself the subject of that gaze. You’ve got to go, before you really embarrass yourself.

“I'll leave you alone. It was nice to see you, John.”

You turn to go, hugging yourself against the early spring chill. Why did you have to feel so bereft, without his arms around you? You take a few steps before he calls after you, “Y/n?”

You freeze in your tracks, a thrill jetting down your spine. “Yeah?” you dare, turning to half look over your shoulder.

“I…was thinking about going to Helen’s favorite restaurant tonight. Would you like to join me?”

Your heart beats double time in your chest, as you slowly turn to face him. You should say no. There’s a thousand reasons you should say no. This was your sister’s husband. It doesn’t matter that he’s the most handsome man you’ve ever seen, and that he’s been kind to you, and that he’s looking at you like he might drown if you say no.

“I would like that,” you answer, and your heartbeat thundering in your ears sounds like the hammering of nails into your own coffin.

Part 2

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ducktoonsfanart · 26 days

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Donald Duck, Three Caballeros, Darkwing Duck, Ducktales and Duck family in Dragon Ball Universe - Duckverse and Dragon Ball - Crossover - Quack Pack Week - Tribute to Akira Toriyama and Dragon Ball - My version

I wanted to do this later, but since I found out last month about the bad news that Akira Toriyama died, I decided to do something special in his honor, but not to cry because I believe that he is safe in the other world and that which left behind a great achievement for all of us who love manga and anime, so I made a crossover of my favorite characters from Dragon Ball or Duckverse in Dragon Ball Universe.

Yes, and in honor of Akira Toriyama, in honor of one of my favorite manga and anime even though the action takes place in China and certainly dedicated to the 90th anniversary of the creation of the best Disney duck, Donald Duck. I drew three separate drawings of the crossover Duckverse and Dragon Ball characters and combined the various Duckverse and Dragon Ball variants into one. I wanted to add more, but not all characters would fit, so I'll post it separately another time. I mean especially the villains.

Akira Toriyama was born on the same day as me, April 5th, but in a different year, which is 1955 in Kiyosu, Aichi, Japan, and he started his career in 1978 working for a Japanese magazine and later published the manga Dr. Slump continues to write and draw the Dragon Boy manga after 1983, so that from November 1984 he writes, draws and publishes the famous Dragon Ball, which will later become very popular and even the most popular in the world. He was particularly inspired by Osamu Tezuka, who created Astro Boy and is the father of manga. In 1986, the Dragon Ball series began airing and it would become one of the best anime I could enjoy. Yes, it will come out through various series like Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, Dragon Ball GT, Dragon Ball Z Kai, Dragon Ball Super, etc. Unfortunately, Akira Toriyama left us on March 1, 2024, and many were affected by this, including me that this happened. Thank you for everything, good man that you have done for all of us! Rest in peace, amen!

The first drawing I drew shows Donald Duck, Jose Carioca, Panchito Pistoles, Aracuan Bird and Drake Mallard as Saiyan warriors along with famous Dragon Ball heroes. Not to be outdone, I drew Duckverse characters that they could relate to and be similar to. So Donald Duck is like Goku (Kakarot), Drake Mallard is like Vegeta (who says OVER 9000!), Panchito Pistoles is like Yamcha, Jose Carioca (Ze Carioca) is Piccolo and Aracuan Bird is like Majin Buu (I don't have to say why ).

Another drawing I drew shows other male characters and boys with other Dragon Ball characters, like Ducktales and Dragon Ball. Scrooge McDuck is with Master Roshi (I don't have to say why), Fethry Duck is with Krillin, Dugan Duck (Fethry's nephew) is with Oolong Pig, Huey Duck is with Gohan (Goku's older son), Dewey Duck is with Trunks (Vegeta and Bulma's son) and Louie Duck is with Goten (Goku's younger son).

The third drawing I drew represents the female characters and girls of Duckverse and Dragon Ball. Daisy Duck is with Chi-Chi (Goku's girlfriend and wife), Morgana Macawber is with Bulma, Gosalyn Mallard is with Videl (Gohan's girlfriend), Lyla Lay (Paperinik New Adventures) and Kay K (Double Duck) are for Launch (in the works about one woman, but with a split personality and one of her natures is good, the other is very awkward).

Yes, I combined from the comics Donald Duck, Duck Avenger (PKNA), Double Duck, Darkwing Duck, Three Caballeros and Quack Pack into one along with various Dragon Ball variants in my own way and drew them to wear the same clothes as in Dragon Ball. I hope you like this idea and this crossover. Feel free to like and reblog this and if you support this idea feel free to say so, just don't use my same ideas without mentioning me. Thank you! Also, happy 90th birthday to Donald Duck as well as 40th birthday to Dragon Ball and Goku himself!

Also, dedicated to the topic Crossover for @quackpackweek . And finally this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OK1ZrwR5NWQ

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laineystein · 3 months

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The most successful day in Yerushalayim! Family and davening and food and alllll the simcha.

You know…I always hear people talk about religious trauma and I don’t at all relate with that. I could. I should. But I don’t. The practices that 16 year old me rebelled against are practices I love now and I don’t hold it against anyone for teaching me about them and hoping that I’d keep them someday. I’m happy they did. It’s necessary and I’m grateful. But today I found myself feeling so self conscious because for as observant as I think I am, I could always be more observant. At least outwardly so. At shiur, I was the only woman without covered hair or the only woman over 25 without children and I just felt like schlock. And no one was making me feel this way. I love these women so much and they love me the same! But these are deep seated insecurities that I clearly have never gotten over, ones that tell me I’ll never be frum enough to marry the man I want to marry or frum enough to have children and a successful home life. But the crazy part is I married the (formerly) frum boy! And we are working on building a family and the success of that has nothing to do with me covering my hair…or my elbows or my knees. The pressures I’ve put on myself are just that — pressure I have put on myself. Because 16 year old me pushed away what she thought she couldn’t have because it made not having it easier. But 33 year old me has it now. All of it. The boy and the life and the (someday) family IYH.

This week’s parashah reminds us that if we believe in Hashem we will be protected and blessed. And if we believe in Hashem, we as women will be protected from miscarriage and barrenness. But I believe in Hashem with everything in me and I still don’t have children. And it’s currently my biggest heartbreak and I feel it with every ounce of my being and I wonder how I can be more frum and what more I can do to show Hashem that I am worthy. But, as mishpatim reminds us, the gifts do not come when we are more observant or more devout - being more observant and more devout are the gifts.

I will have children someday IYH. And I will have them despite not covering my hair or failing to follow any other mitzvos that maybe make me feel inferior. My level of observance is not rewarded with the family I want. My level of observance is the reward while I work to build this family.

Amen. Amen. Amen.

#lainey things #this is kind of all over the place but I just needed to get it out #TYH!#daily daven #I guess

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andydrysdalerogers · 3 months

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The Type You Save ~ S E V E N T E E N

James "Bucky" Barnes and OFC Alexandra "Alex" Richards

Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.

Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?

They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.

TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation

A/N: because of the Valentine one shot I'm posting tomorrow, I'm posting the final chapter of The Type You Save today. It has been fun writing a different hero this time.

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Previous: S I X T E E N

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Alex stood on the grass in San Francisco, her black dress swaying in the cold wind, a storm coming in. She sighed as she watched the casket being lowered into the ground. She tightens her grip on James’s hand as he held Drew on his other side.

“I’m glad I was able to do this for him.”

“Me too doll. You ok?”

“Its just hard. I thought…”

“I know Allie. But its closure.”

She could barely listen to the prayer, her mind whirling from everything that had happened. After everything had settle, Zemo sang like a bird. He explained how he got involved with Grey, the threat Grey had on his family. Grey made it seem like all he wanted was to take Alex, not explaining that he was going to kidnap Drew a week or so after his plan to break her.

The police found Grey’s will and a letter for Alex. Alex took a moment a couple of days after her rescue to read it.

Alexandra, If you are reading this, it means that I have die, probably at your hand. That’s hard to write, considering the amount of love I have for you. If you haven’t discovered yet, let me explain some truths. When I first saw you, you were the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. I wanted you from that moment on. But your brother refused. I tried to persuade Simon, reason with him. Unfortunately, that didn’t work out. We buried him close to the house in Boston. I hope that brings you a little peace. As for your parents, they threaten to harm you as they blamed you for your brother’s disappearance. I had them change their will to leave me as their benefactor before they were killed. I wanted to keep your inheritance safe. I left everything to you, my pet, my queen. My hope is that this letter is unnecessary, but I wanted to be sure you were taken care of, should anything happen. I love you so much Alexandra. Yours, Christian.

Alex sobbed at the letter with James holding her as she wept. Her entire adult life before James was built on a web of lies. When she got confirmation of his location, she had her brother reburied. The toll of the bell snapped Alex back to the present.

The father completed his blessing over the casket. “We celebrate your life Simon Richards, a lost soul that has been found and now taken to the Lord. Amen.”

They all murmured a reply and then came to give Alex their condolences. After everyone left, Alex turned to James. “I want to see him, Jamie.”

James sighed, “Allie, I…”

“I need to see him. He did this for me. It’s the least I can do.”

James adjusted a sleeping Drew on his arm. “Ok, ok. Let me make a few calls.”

A couple of hours later, Allie sat beside a hospital bed. Its occupant was asleep. She took his hand and his eyes fluttered open.

“Hey Allie Cat.”

Nate’s face was still pale and his movements slow but there he was three weeks after being shot.

She reached over to press a kiss to his forehead. “Hey Nate. How are you feeling?”

“Tired.”

“Getting shot will do that.” She gave him a soft smile. “What have the doctors said?”

“Recovery is going well. Docs say I just have to be patient to get stronger.”

“That’s good.” She rubbed her thumb over his knuckles. “We had the funeral today.”

Nate could see the pain in her eyes. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there. I’m just glad I was able to give you that. I’m sorry I hadn’t told you sooner.”

“Its ok. I probably wouldn’t have believed you then.” She looked away to blink her tears away. “How is your case looking?”

He chuckled. “Since I help saved two cops and a witness, its looking like I’ll be able to plea to a lesser charge. Maybe a year.”

“That’s good. Steve, James and I are ready to testify for you.”

“Thanks Alex. I should rest. I have physical therapy in a couple of hours.”

“Ok. I’ll be back again now that I can get to see you.” She hugged him gently and went to the door. “Open on bay 7.” There was a buzz and a click before the door slid open. She glanced back at Nate with a smile and went through the door.

James was sitting in the visitor’s lounge, checking his email when Alex walked in. “Hey Allie. How is he?”

“He’s good. Still kinda pale and slow but he says he feels stronger.” She popped a shoulder. “Ready?” She held out her hand.

He took and tugged her to him, her back to his front, hugging her, breathing her in. Something he doesn’t take for granted anymore. “Ready, doll. Steve called and said Drew asked if they could go to the park. I said ok. Wanted some time with my doll.” He placed a kiss on her neck.

“Jamie, we are in the hospital,” she moaned quietly as he continued with his gentle assault.

“I’ve missed you, Allie. My perfect little doll.”

She melted right there. “Ok, ok, get me outta here Detective.”

“Its Sargent and you know it.”

“You’ll always be my Detective.” She spun in his arms and looked into his stormy blues. “Take me to bed Jamie.”

“Oh Allie,” James moaned. He kissed her hard before releasing her, taking her hand and guiding her out of the hospital. The drive was laced with anticipation, the air heavy with lust from the couple. They hadn’t been intimate, since before, with Alex dealing with the emotions of her past coming to light and Drew being attached to his parents in fear of never seeing them again. James held onto Alex’s hand, his thumb moving over her knuckles, the sensation like bolts of lightening to her core.

“Lightening touches,” she whispered.

“What was that?”

“Lightening touches,” she said a little louder. “Before all of this, your touch always gave me the feeling like lightening through my skin.”

James smiled. “I remember. I believe it was the same night we conceived Drew.” His smile grew wider. “That was a great night.”

“It was.” Alex brought his knuckled to kiss. “I’m sorry I’ve been distant.”

“Don’t be doll. I understand. We’ve all been through a lot.” They made it back to their apartment. It was eerily still. Alex looked around as James pulled her to their bedroom. “Tell me what you need baby.” He sat on the edge of the bed as Alex settle between his legs.

“I need you,” she whispered.

“You have me, doll.” James began to kiss around the hem of her blouse. He motioned for it to be taken off and Alex swiftly pulled it off. “So beautiful. My Allie,” he whispered in between kisses.

She ran her hand through his hair. “My Jamie. I love you.”

“I love you too, doll.” He stood up and lifted her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around him as he flipped them around and he laid her on the bed. “Let’s make a baby.”

“Now?”

“Now. No more threats, no more secrets. Its just us now doll. James and Alexandra. Bucky and Alex, Jamie and Allie.”

“Never called you Bucky. But Bucky and Alex works. Just like mommy and daddy.” She ran her fingertips over his chin. “I love you.”

“Oh doll. I love you.” Soon all their clothes were gone and James was hovering over his wife. He stared deep into her eyes as he rubbed his tip through her folds. “So wet doll. Almost as if you were excited to make me a daddy again.”

“Jamie, don’t tease,” Alex whined. “I need you.”

He grinned as he sank into her, stretching her slow. He watched as her head tilted back and her eyes rolled back. “Feel good?”

“So good baby but you have to move,” she moaned. James started on a steady pace, not really using force, just letting her feel good. “Oh god, Jamie,” she cried.

“Yeah Allie.” James flipped them so she was on top. She swiveled her hips and he groaned. “Just like that doll.” She bounced on him, feeling all of him. He could feel her starting to tighten. “You close baby?”

“So close. You feel so good inside me.” He grasped her hips tighter, pulling her down harder onto him. “Gonna cum.”

“Do it, love. All over me Allie.” James grunted at the force, wanting to be closer to her. He flipped them again and moved his hips hard. She gave a silent scream as she tightened around him. “Ah fuck!” He let go as well, moving slower, working them through.

They laid there a moment, the cloud of bliss still over them. The memories of lost love, love found, and love made flooded them. James held his girl, thankful that she wasn’t lost. She was saved.

F I V E Y E A R S L A T E R

“Andrew! Delilah! Its dinner time!” Alex called out to her children. She felt something around her ankles and looked down to see their white kitten, Alpine, twisting herself around her. “Yes, Al, dinner for you too.” Her children raced in, their German shepherd, Brooklyn, racing after them. “Wash your hands!” She turned back out the door. “Bucky! Steve! Dinner!”

James and Steve trudged in, still arguing on the best way to fix the bike. “I’m telling you it’s the exhaust,” Steve argued.

“Whatever punk, the pop noises are from the clutch, guaranteed.” James wiped his hands off and went to Alex. “Hey momma, how are you?”

“Tired but good.” His hand rested on the small bump on her belly, and she placed her hand over his. “Still too early to feel them, love.”

“Can’t wait to meet them love. Its everything we ever dreamed of.”

“It’s more Jamie. It’s so much more.”

James and Alexandra. Bucky and Alex. Jamie and Allie.

Family over everything.

*~* The End *~*

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dumdumsun · 1 year

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To Nightfall

A/N: A v fun chapter to write. Enjoy!

Warnings: alcohol, brief sexual content, mentions of alcohol, sexual content and death/dying

Word Count: 5666

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Chapter 16: A Dream Come True

“Dearly beloved.”

Klaus stood below a beautifully decorated arch just outside the banquet hall, where the ceremony was taking place. There was already a red carpet rolled out to the arch and once everyone was in their places, (Y/N) had walked the beaming Sloane down the aisle to her fiance. It was such a magical moment. She now stood behind the bride and was holding her flowers with Viktor standing behind Luther as his best man.

“We’re gathered here today for a good time, not a long time, so let’s have a good time, huh? ‘Cause the sun can’t shine every day. Can I get an amen?”

The crowd along with the bride and groom erupted into “amens” and cheers and whistles in response.

“Luther,” Klaus started once they all calmed down. “Do you be taking this banging hottie to be your lady?”

Luther lovingly smiled at her. “I do.”

“Sloane,” Klaus tearfully sighed. “Do you promise to love and cherish this big hairy bastard for the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours?”

“Give or take a day.” Five called out, getting lovingly shushed by Klaus. Sloane grinned at Luther, her tears hardly contained.

“I’m gonna try.”

“Well, then… I’m sorry.” Klaus wiped at his eyes for a second before throwing his hands up in the air. “I pronounce you married as shit! Viva la apocalypse!”

Sloane threw herself at Luther, pulling him into a loving kiss. Luther wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer as everyone cheered and clapped. (Y/N) grinned as she carefully clapped with the flowers in her hands, her heart unbelievably warm for them. Never in her life had she imagined her family like this, all together, for Luther’s wedding. It was something they probably wouldn’t have believed if told two timelines ago.

The party moved back indoors, where the newlyweds began their first dance as the rest watched them with so much love in their eyes. Klaus was the most enthusiastic out of all, moving to the music as he cheesed at them. Luther and Sloane looked at their family with sweet smiles before returning to their dance as the fog machines hissed out their white clouds. The colors from the party lights and the disco ball danced across the room, giving the room a soft, yet spirited look.

“This is officially worse than the apocalypse.” Five muttered and looked around before his eyes landed on the spread of food and drinks. “Ah, there we are.”

He began to walk away, but (Y/N) grabbed him by the hand and pulled him back to her, a sly smile on her face. She cocked her head to the dance floor, where Diego and Lila had already joined. “Come on, bub. This can be like our wedding dance.” She whispered, and Five couldn’t argue with that. So, after setting his drink down, he followed his love onto the floor. Even Klaus joined, dancing with himself to the beautiful music.

Five and (Y/N) felt like they were actually thirteen again as they danced. Their hands clasped while her other sat on his shoulder and his other wrapped securely around her waist. In this very moment, if the Kugelblitz had sucked them up and signalled the end of its reign of terror on the cosmos, Five wholeheartedly believed he would die a happy man. The place he found himself, with his family, with his wife in his arms, was a place he finally felt somewhat content in. It was most likely the best place he could be in right now, all things considered. He hoped (Y/N) felt the same.

“Do you wish our wedding was like this?” He quietly asked. (Y/N) lifted her head from his chest and softly smiled at him, the light dazzling in her eyes.

“No.” She whispered. “I already had this and I almost threw up about three or four times. What we had was perfect.”

“In front of the Ball of Twine?”

“I was standing in front of you,” She nuzzled her nose with his. “That’s more than perfect.”

With a grin, Five touched his forehead to hers, swaying to the music in complete bliss.

Once everyone was tuckered out from dancing, they moved to the tables to replenish their stamina by indulging in the food spread. (Y/N) had sat herself down at her shared table with Five, a plate in one hand and a drink in another, when she saw Chet taking a photo of Luther and Sloane. She softly smiled at them before realizing that no one had given any speeches. She turned to Five just as he walked up to the table with two more glasses of alcohol to add to the collection on the table. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

He nodded and watched her leave the table and go up to the DJ booth, grabbing the microphone and standing at the edge of the dancefloor. “Can I have everyone’s attention, please?”

Her family paused their conversations to look up at her with curious gazes.

“Uh… as Sloane’s maid of honor, I’d like to give a speech before I’m absolutely shit-faced for the night.” She pulled a few chuckles. “Luther… I know you and I have never been the best of friends and I’m glad that’s changed. If I’ve learned anything from experiencing a countdown to my death for a third time now, it would be that I need to love who is true to me, then to cherish who I love. And I love you, Luther. I wish I said it more, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t true. It is, and… it’s been a blast being your sister.”

It all started to sink in that this may be the last time she would see her family. She didn’t know if that caused her eyes to water, or the sight of Luther wiping away his tears. Perhaps both.

“Sloane, though the first time we met, you tried to kill me, I can’t say it’s nothing that hasn’t happened before. I’m so happy that our best moments were within an hour, inside a weird-ass hotel room, sipping on wine and listening to jazz as everything around us got sucked into a black hole. Because I learned that my new family member is one I’m proud to call my sister. Luther, this one’s a keeper,” She winked, earning some more chuckles. “Sloane… I can safely say that you are in good hands with my brother. And your (Y/N)’s smiling down at you right now. I know it.”

Sloane fanned her eyes to keep her tears at bay as she grinned at (Y/N).

“Congratulations, you two.” She lifted her glass, everyone else doing the same and cheering for her as she returned the mic and went to the newlyweds to exchange hugs and kisses.

Having the perfect opportunity, Klaus danced his way over to Five and pointed at him. “Cinco! Mi hermano.” He greeted his disgruntled brother and sat beside him. “Listen to me, Dad is upstairs right now with a plan to save everything. So, what say you and I pop up to the suite for a little chitchat?”

“What, are you like Frick and Frack with the old man now?” Five frowned at him.

“This dad’s different. He’s a turtle. Hard on the outside, but all cute and wrinkly and occasionally delicious on the inside.”

Five swallowed the liquor in his mouth and looked up at his brother. “Klaus?”

“Yeah?”

“Old dogs like me and him never change. He has never had our best interests at heart. And you’re lucky (Y/N) isn’t over here right now or else she’d rip you a new one. This is the happiest she’s been in the last few hours. So!” He dropped his shot glass into a bigger glass, both fizzing up and spilling over a bit. “My only plan for tonight is to get fucked up beyond all recognition, and then enjoy my possible last time having sex with my wife.”

Klaus groaned. “Sure.” He clinked his glass with Five’s. “Have at it.”

“I shall!”

(Y/N) returned to the table just as Klaus twisted in his seat to get a look around the room, eyes landing on Diego, who was happily munching on his food. Lila was about to sit down with her own food when she noticed Klaus’s calculating stare. Before he could even stand, she placed her food down and went up to him, pushing him back down in his chair.

“Klaus.” She pulled a chair up to him and sat down. “Don’t even think about going over there and filling his empty head with bad ideas.”

He looked at her in feigned offense. “Moi? How dare-” His facade fell when Lila pressed a fork into his chest, right over his heart.

“You may be unkillable, but I’ll find a way to make sure that your time on this earthly plane is chock-full of pain and suffering. Got it?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

“Great. Big smile.” She turned him forward and posed, Chet taking a picture of them, the bright flash affecting both him and Five. Lila gave him a kiss and walked away. “Bye.”

Klaus groaned and blinked his eyes to rid himself of the spots in his vision. He turned and set his sights on his next victim: Luther. He stood up and stumbled away from the table.

Meanwhile, Five was happily feeding his wife shrimp from hand to mouth and then allowing her to hold his glass while he drank from it. It was something neither of them had thought of when they started doing it, but it was enough to make all the singles in the room sick with the two’s PDA. Her lopsided grin faltered when Five bit off a piece of pineapple from her kabob she was holding.

“Oh…” She mumbled as he munched on it. “You ate my fruit, Five…”

He lifted his head and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “What’s yours is mine, baby.”

“Hey, guys.” Viktor greeted and joined their table with a plate of food for himself. (Y/N) turned to her brother with a regained smile.

“Enjoying the party, Viktor?”

“It’s nice, yeah.” He nodded, looking around the room with a thoughtful smile. “It’s good to see Luther finally find someone and settle. What about you guys?”

When he turned back to them, Five had slammed his empty glass on the table a millisecond before (Y/N) did. “Sucker.”

“Best out of three.”

Viktor chuckled at the two as they started another drinking contest. As he watched them, Klaus greeted the bride and groom at their table. “Mazel tov to the Mr and Mrs.”

“Hey, brother!”

“Cheers!”

They happily clinked their glasses with him before he crouched between their chairs to talk to Luther. “Now, about Dad.”

“No, no, no, no.”

“No-”

“The answer’s no, Klaus.”

“Baby, baby, he’s a changed man.”

“No, the man is incapable of change.”

“Lulu, he’s different. You know, he helped me to conquer my childhood fears.”

Luther hummed as he continued to eat.

“We played catch together.”

“Whoa, wait,” He frowned. “You played catch with Dad?”

“Yeah, we call it bus-ball, but that’s kind of our thing. I mean, you could find your own thing with him.”

Luther groaned in irritation. “Would you stop? Listen, you’re being duped.”

Klaus chuckled. “No, I’m not being duped-”

“No, you are. You are.”

“Come on!”

“In fact, worse. You’re being enabled by your own father.”

“Yeah, but I really think if you just give him a little chance-”

“Klaus!!!”

His exclamation echoed throughout the room, everyone flinching at his volume. Klaus, in particular, covered his ears and shrunk in his place. Sloane reached over and placed a hand on her husband’s knee. “Babe, it’s fine.” She whispered. “It’s our wedding.”

Klaus whimpered as Luther nodded. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He reached over and brought his brother into a crushing hug, kissing his forehead. “Listen, I’m just trying to enjoy my wedding, okay? And you should, too.”

“Okay.”

“Go have some salmon and a Jell-O cup.”

“That sounds nice. Alright, well.” Klaus stood and began walking away. “Screw it, I tried.”

The atmosphere of the party shifted immensely when the elevator dinged. The doors parted to drop off Reginald, whose presence shocked the party members in the least pleasant of ways. Everyone’s eyes watched as he awkwardly walked around, all except for (Y/N), who kept her tipsy gaze fixed on the tablecloth in front of her. Five gently intertwined their fingers and squeezed her hand as Reginald busied himself at the food spread.

“It’s okay, Starlight.”

“No, it isn’t.” She shook her head. “Why is he here? He can’t just show up to a wedding he’s not invited to. Especially not one he was uninvited from.”

“I think…” He reached for the bottle and began to pour more alcohol into her glass. “I think you need another drink.”

(Y/N) nodded in thanks and took a hearty gulp of her drink, pressing a hand to her chest as she suppressed a belch. Her eyes traveled over to Reginald, who was currently finding a place to sit and eat. No one was welcoming in the slightest, all glaring at him whenever he looked their way. For a moment, he locked eyes with (Y/N), but her stare was deadly and it threatened his life, so he took a seat at an empty table and began to eat.

From his table, Klaus caught his father’s attention and wordlessly encouraged him to try a smile. Reginald’s look of shock melted into an odd and forced smile as he looked about the room. Though, he didn’t receive any of the reactions he hoped for. Everyone was either looking at him in horror or disgust, for none of them had ever seen their father smile. Before the agonizing moment could drag on any longer, Reginald flinched in his seat at a bright flash, Chet grinning with a camera in his hands.

At that, (Y/N) rolled her eyes and turned back around, chugging the rest of her drink and then taking Five’s and draining that as well. “Okay,” He sighed and filled both the glasses again. “Guess those are yours now.”

“What’s yours is mine.”

Ben was left alone after Allison departed from their shared table, previously sulking with her during such a high-spirited event. As he buried his head into the table, Klaus came over and sat with him. “Hey, Ben-ihana. Don’t hit me!” He chuckled, pretending to flinch before dropping the theatrics. “Hey, listen. I know we ain’t exactly been best buds in this timeline or whatever, but man, do I have a mission for you-”

A loud and nauseating belch erupted from Ben’s mouth, causing Klaus to cringe and fan the stink away. “Ugh… Charming.”

“Eleven people.” Ben drunkenly slurred, picking up a piece of shrimp.

“Huh?”

“There are only eleven people left.”

“Okay. Drunk Ben clearly likes numbers and… shrimp.”

“And you couldn’t even invite me to your stupid bachelor party…”

Klaus looked up at Ben’s dejected face, his brows twisted in a sadness he thought was incapable of him. “Oh… Have we finally flicked off bad Benny’s hard candy shell?” He cooed as he rubbed his back.

“Why don’t you like me?” Ben whined.

“Because you’re a huge puckering asshole.”

“Okay, but you like the other Ben.”

“Yeah, we love the other Ben.”

“Why? What was so special about him?”

“Because he was a know-it-all. He was a scold.” Klaus’s face lit up in recognition. “He was a tiny dark cloud on a perfect sunny day…”

At his heartfelt laugh, Ben frowned in confusion. “Those… Those are all bad things.”

“Yeah, but they looked great on him.”

“Okay, you know what? I am so much better than that other Ben.”

“Mmhm?”

“I was Number One. Twice. Does Dad give a shit? No. He was busy hanging out with you.”

Klaus pouted and leaned closer. “Oh, man, methinks you might be trying a little too hard. Look around. Nobody’s polishing their boots or pressing their tights. We’re a complete and total shit show. Ya get it? A-And our Ben, my Ben, was just that kinda disaster…” He leaned even closer as he lowered his voice in adoration for his deceased brother. “...and it made him ridiculously easy to love.”

Ben didn’t respond, for he was too far away to form any words. All he had to do was to simply not try. After all, it was one of his favorite things about his sister. (Y/N) had been unapologetically herself. No matter how many times they silenced her, no matter how many times they casted her aside. She was so loveable because she was such an amazing person, and she never tried to hide it.

Perhaps that was why Reginald thought so highly of her, even when she failed so tremendously. Ben felt a pat on his shoulder and Klaus was gone, unknowingly leaving him to mourn his sister.

Just as Viktor left the table to speak with Allison, the clinking of silverware against glass could be heard. Everyone’s attention turned to Reginald, who was standing with the mic in one hand and a glass in the other. “I know it is customary for the father of the bride to make a speech…”

Off to the side, Viktor nervously approached Allison. “Hey.”

As soon as she saw him, she sighed and turned back around. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Allison-”

“No, I get it.” She turned back to him. “It’s a wedding. Everybody’s drunk, and we’re all supposed to be chummy. But I’m not feeling it.”

“That’s fine. You don’t have to be in a festive mood. But will you please just hear me out?”

Their conversation was drowned out by Reginald’s voice sounding throughout the entire room. He lifted the mic to his lips and looked at the bride as he cleared his throat, the feedback whining a bit. “Sloane, ever since you were a little girl, I’ve always known you were exceptionally bright. And though, I can’t say I know Luther all that well, from the few moments we have shared, it seems you found yourself an adequate partner.”

A few hushed reactions sounded, most in confusion, before he continued. This time, though, he looked to (Y/N), who was scowling at him in her seat, her eyes heavy with alcohol. “I acknowledge that, as a father, I was not without my faults. I hope these shortcomings will be seen as only a rough patch on an otherwise verdant lawn.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and grabbed the whole bottle of alcohol, taking a large swig of it. Away from them, Viktor and Allison were still having their attempt at reconciliation.

“Look, I’m sorry. I was wrong. I lied, and… I betrayed your trust.” He softly spoke as tears glossed his eyes. “But you’re… more important to me than anything in this entire world. Will you forgive me?”

For a second, Viktor had hope in his relationship with his sister. Her eyes widened just a fraction and her nose flared as her face softened. Only for a moment. Within the next moment, she blinked and her cold and standoffish nature returned.

“No. I don’t think I will.”

A small smile made its way onto Reginald’s face. “I’m proud to call you my children. Even those whom I raised in a revenant version of myself. I hope that tonight, we can create a few special memories in whatever precious little time we have left.”

Viktor’s crestfallen expression mustered up a bit of courage to continue talking. “If you won’t forgive me, just know I forgive you.”

“For what?” Allison tilted her head. “I didn’t do anything wrong. You know, I’m… really tired of being the asshole that has to meet you halfway. I am tired of being a sucker.”

“You’re the sucker?”

“Our whole lives, all you said you ever wanted was for us to be close, and we finally got there, and you fucked it up. Not me.”

Viktor swallowed. “Is this really how you wanna end things?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll sleep fine tonight.”

With that, Allison walked past her brother and towards the elevator. As she did, everyone watched her in confusion, but they all figured what happened. Reginald trailed off his speech for a second before focusing again and reciting a poem.

“The sun rises over a lily’s field.

A mother veiled, her lips concealed.

The mourners come in droves of black

to bury what their hearts unpack.

With shallow breath and time eclipsed,

I pray you miss death’s gentle kiss.”

(Y/N)’s eyes moved away from Allison, who glared as the elevator closed in front of her, to Viktor, who pinched the bridge of his nose as his shoulders trembled. She ignored the applause Reginald received from Klaus, Diego and Lila, her heart broken for her brother and for her sister. Speech concluded, he bowed and took his leave for the night.

“I didn’t think the old man had it in him.” Five muttered.

“One of our biggest flaws as a family is underestimating the capabilities of our father…” She whispered, chugging her glasses down.

From the DJ booth, Chet nervously tried to revive the party. “Alright, alright. Time to turn those frowns upside down! This one is for all the party people in the place.”

The upbeat music that played through the speakers was just enough to get everyone out of their seats and back onto the dancefloor. (Y/N) made sure to get a good, long drink in before hopping from her seat and pulling Five with her onto the floor. Viktor watched them for a moment, but then he sniffled and wiped the tears from his face before joining his family.

Despite Reginald the Party Crasher and Allison blowing up at Viktor, the family still danced their hearts out with each other. For them, it was the least they deserved. Years of childhood trauma that carried to adulthood, then the constant threat of their impending doom, resulting in them being the only people left to celebrate the growing of their family…

Of course, they would be laying it all out.

Even with her spinning head, (Y/N) was so unbelievably happy to be there. The sight of Five wildly dancing with a bottle of alcohol in his hand was something she never thought she’d see, but it was certainly something she welcomed. She laughed aloud as she twisted and jumped and spun to the beat of the music, occasionally pulling people to dance with her. She even danced with Ben, and at some point, Diego was giving her a piggyback ride around the dancefloor.

Eventually, the dancing began to wind down into a slower tempo. Luther and Sloane held each other close as they danced, Diego and Lila sat together near the DJ booth, Klaus and Ben were off getting wasted together, Viktor sat beside himself to eat some more and Five stood on the dancefloor, dreamily watching as (Y/N) sang along to a love song into the microphone.

“Why do birds suddenly appear

Every time you are near?

Just like me, they long to be

Close to you.”

The girl could barely hold herself up, but she still put on a show. Her eyes were gently closed as she focused on how the lyrics and melody of the song went, but everything was so fuzzy. Still, she was in a very pleased mood.

“Why do stars fall down from the sky

Every time you walk by?

Just like me, they long to be

Close to you.”

Her eyes opened and immediately found Five, who sloppily grinned and waved at her, just as drunk as her. She returned the smile and continued with the song.

“On the day that you were born the angels got together

And decided to create a dream come true.

So, they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold

And star light in your eyes of blue.”

(Y/N) leaned her head back during the small pause, stumbling back a bit when she lost her balance, but composed herself and went back to the mic.

“That is why all the girls in town

Follow you all around.

Just like me, they long to be

Close to you.”

The song broke out into a short instrumental break, during which (Y/N) let go of the microphone and danced with herself. Since her eyes were closed, she failed to notice Five drunkenly doing the same. When the music signalled for her to come back in, she grabbed hold of the mic stand and sang the repeat with more passion than before.

“On the day that you were born the angels got together

And decided to create a dream come true.

So, they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold

And star light in your eyes of blue.”

Snapping her eyes open, she pointed straight at Five as she swayed her hips.

“That is why all the girls in town

Follow you all around.

Just like me, they long to be

Close to you.”

Completely enamored, Five made his way up to her and hopped onto the platform, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close as she seemingly finished the song.

“Just like me, they long to be

Close to you.”

She smiled at him as he leaned forward, peppering kisses to her cheek, moving his lips to her ear. “(Y/N)... I love-”

“WAH-AH-AH-AH-AH!

Close to you!”

(Y/N) interrupted him to sing her favorite part of the song as loud as she could, Five lovingly smiling at her as he held her steady. She began to repeat it, but he silenced her by pressing his lips to hers in a very uncoordinated kiss. Immediately, she was thrown off and wrapped her arms around his neck to keep herself from falling.

Sloane lifted her head from Luther’s shoulder to look up at him. “So, just to recap this night… Ben, Five and (Y/N) are blotto drunk.”

They broke out into chuckles.

“And Viktor and Allison almost punched each other out.”

“Oh… Yeah.”

“Yeah… And Dad recited a weirdly moving death poem.”

Luther scrunched his face up as he hummed. “You know, that’s not bad for a Hargreeves family wedding at the end of the world.”

She softly smiled at him. “You know, I didn’t need a big to-do. This is all I needed.”

He gently kissed her and held her tighter as she rested her head on his shoulder. This was all he needed, too.

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“Oh, guys! Come on!”

“Freaky little turds.”

Five and (Y/N) pulled away from each other when they heard Diego and Lila shout at them. They were just about to enjoy a peaceful time outside where the ceremony had taken place, but they found themselves bombarding a very intimate moment between the two teens. Five groaned and adjusted his wife’s dress so that it was properly back in place and moved to sit beside her, (Y/N) quietly and sweetly apologizing to them.

Diego shook his head at them and pulled Lila with him to the seating area built with stones. (Y/N) moved her empty heels out of the way so Diego could sit down, Lila following suit and resting her head in his lap. Surprisingly, those two were the least drunk of the party, Diego being careful with his liquor and Lila having not a drop. With a hazy mind, (Y/N) noted that as well.

“Is this where the party is now?” Viktor asked as he walked outside.

“Welcome, Viktor.” She grinned at her brother, who chuckled in amusement and sat at the top row of stones.

Luther and Sloane were the next to walk outside, staring up at the orange glow of the Kugelblitz above them. They made their way up to the rest and took their seats. “Hey, guys.” Luther greeted with a grin. He turned to Viktor and leaned close. “Hey, uh… I saw. And I… I appreciate you trying.”

Viktor looked down for a moment as his argument with Allison flashed through his mind, but when he concluded that he did all he could, he nodded to Luther in thanks. A commotion started when Klaus and Ben stumbled outside, approaching the group with alcohol and cigarettes.

“Oh, no, no, no, no!”

“Hey, what?”

“Klaus, why are you bringing Ben here?”

“Come on!”

Klaus quieted Five and Diego’s complaining by holding a hand out. “Guys, hear me out before-”

“Hear him out.” Ben repeated, placing the cigarette between his lips.

“The brother that you all knew as Ben is gone. And not- I don’t mean our Ben, the nice Ben. I mean this Ben. The asshole, he’s gone now.”

“Gone.” Ben whispered after gulping down some liquor.

Luther shook his head at them. “Klaus, what are you talking about?”

Klaus continued on as Ben animatedly nodded and pointed. “And the man that stands in front of you is new new Ben, and he’s one of us, and he’s a member of the team. And he’s part-”

“...part of the family!” The two of them exclaimed in unison. They broke out into drunken giggles as Five wiped his mouth.

“And as a welcome gift, I suggest we throw him off the roof.”

“Yeah, I’ll help.” Diego agreed.

“Come on!” Klaus playfully groaned.

Luther smiled and waved his two brothers off, pointing at Ben. “Hey, you know what? You know what? He can stay. He can stay.”

“Why?” Diego frowned.

“‘Cause it’s my wedding day, man. Come on. He can stay.”

Klaus and Ben quietly cheered and joined the family on the stones, quietly thanking Luther as they did. Once everyone was seated, their gazes moved up to the sky, where dark clouds painted across the bright orange canvas. It had slowed its course down, the lifeform that was left taking longer to get sucked into its end.

It was sort of peaceful, the way they all admired it. At any second, they could die with everything and everyone else in all of space and time. They found themselves so very lucky to be here now.

“Hey, you wanna know something?” Luther gently spoke with a smile. “Tonight is all I ever really wanted.”

“To get hitched?”

“Just… everybody coming together when it really matters. One big real family.”

Luther reached down and kissed Sloane’s hand, Ben and Klaus cuddled up along with Diego and Lila. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around Five and snuggled into his side, burying her face into his neck as he continued to drink. He wanted the moment to remain much longer, he really did, but his stomach swirled and groaned. He coughed and fled from her arms, hurrying a few paces from everyone as he gagged. Everyone exclaimed when they heard the grotesque sounds he made.

“Oh, I think I’m gonna hurl…” He murmured as they giggled. “Actually, uh, I think I’m hungry… See ya, guys. I’m gonna hit the buffet.”

“Me, too! Wait for me, bub!” (Y/N) stood and followed him back inside. Before she was gone, she turned to her family, blowing a kiss to them. “Goodnight! Thank you for having us! Congrats to the groom and bride!”

“Night, (Y/N).” Sloane smiled before the girl scampered off back inside. She leaned her head back to look at Luther. “Does she always get that drunk?”

Luther frowned and shook his head. “God, no.”

“Maybe we should call it a night.” Lila rose from her spot.

“Come on, it’s early.” Luther whined.

“Goodnight, guys.”

Ben watched her and Diego leave with a grin. “Where are we going? To bed?” He chuckled as he stood and began walking away.

“Who’s this guy?” Luther jokingly pointed at him with a chuckle.

“Ben.” Klaus sighed and ran to catch up with him. “Where’s he going? Where’s he going? This isn’t the end. Come on, who’s up for some more…”

“Scrabble?” Ben suggested.

“...karaoke… Yeah!”

Viktor smiled at the drunken conversation between the retreating pair and let out a heavy sigh. “That’s my cue.” He chuckled and stood, making his way back inside after bidding the night’s farewells.

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(Y/N) tried to stifle her giggles as she and Five staggered down the halls of the hotel, Five gripping a metal bowl full of food in his hand. She had almost dropped the bottle in her hand when her face smacked into the wall, but she steadied herself and followed after Five. He slammed his hand into a wall to keep himself from falling, but his halt caused her to crash into him, the two falling to the ground. Food and booze forgotten, Five rolled over and hovered over (Y/N), bringing her into a messy kiss. She hummed and kissed back as she ran her hands through his hair.

“With everything we’ve discussed, it’d be folly to wait.”

At the sound of Reginald’s voice, Five pulled away from his wife and staggered to his feet. The door to the White Buffalo Suite was cracked open, the boy only able to see his father in the room without opening the door any further. Reginald was facing someone who was blocked by the door.

“There is no time. I can’t do this without you. Do we have a deal?”

Reginald reached out and shook hands with whoever he was talking to. Before Five could burst in and get to the bottom of this, (Y/N) had found her way back to her feet and grabbed him by his tie, pulling him with her into the open elevator.

“Come on, bub. Let’s take this party to our room.”

Five’s eyes stayed trained on the door of Reginald’s room as (Y/N) pressed the button to their floor, dancing in place as the doors closed them off from whatever secret interaction had just occurred.

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Explain it to me like I'm stupid

Alt title; 17 Months for a Peach

Pairing: John Shelby x male!OC (or characterized reader)

Summary: John’s proposal gets shot down in a meeting, and his book smart crush is there to cheer him up. John uses this moment to make a move. It’s giving himbo x nerd vibes a little bit.

Length: 2986

Warnings: Sex happens, also the use of "idiot" but affectionately

A/N: I know I closed this blog, but I’ve been feeling kinda down lately then found this when I was cleaning out my fanfic database (I should show you all how I organize my fics one day lol) and it made me happy to finish and share. So here we are.

Evan adjusted his glasses and watched John talk in the meeting. The youngest Shelby was hot-headed, and at his worst, he was clueless about how things worked. Life seemed to happen to him in many ways, but he certainly had charisma.

Evan looked at him with a glint in his eyes. What an absolute idiot. Of course, Tommy wasn’t going to go with his idea that was sure to start an unnecessary war amongst the Small Health rabble-rousers. But boy, did this kid have heart. He showed up fully and earnestly for his family, country, and city. He couldn't even last in London; he was so used to the Romani lifestyle.

He was completely different from Evan, who, with his glasses and correct to the decimal ledger, was used to a tidy upbringing with a mother who was more into the motions of catholicism than the God behind it and a father who was, in a word, docile. John and Arthur had teased him for his bowties and suits and how he'd never gotten into a fight. John had protected him in a few bar fights. That was a good word for him—a protector.

The meeting was over, and everyone dispersed. Evan's eyes followed John, who kept a smiling face but let it waver when he snuck off into the halls of Arrow House. It took a moment for Evan to be able to follow. The dinner party continued, and he took a glass and a bottle of champagne to look for John. Surprisingly, he found him in the library looking at all the books Evan knew Tommy had never read.

"Is John Shelby actually reading during a party?" Evan asked out loud, closing the door behind him as John turned with a book in his hand.

"Got lost, didn't I? Told Tommy we need a bloody map in this place." John grumbled before tossing the book on a settee. "What've you got there?"

"I knew you'd probably like this when I found you."

"Savior status."

"Amen. One glass, though,"

"We can share," John said with a shrug, completely unaware. Evan smirked and handed him the tools. He picked up the book John had thrown down and huffed when he saw it.

"Economics? What are you doing reading about economics?"

"Oi, don't tease. Tried to ask Pol why my idea wouldn't work. She got mad at me for asking too many questions again.”

"The key is not to lose sight of the forest for the trees."

John gulped down his first drink and started another. “Whaddya mean?”

“On the surface, taking over the new casino and nightclub in Small Heath makes sense, even if it means expanding our territory by any means necessary. More money, right?”

“Exactly.”

“But, the Riley Gang is in deep debt to us. If we wait and see how well those spots will do, which they are expected to do well, as you mentioned, we can approach them later, and they’ll be persuaded to funnel their money to us with interest. Meanwhile, we don’t have to pay for manpower or maintenance. No damages or insurance either.”

“And we can keep expanding to London,” John concluded.

“Exactly.”

“Why’s it gotta be so complicated? We’re the Peaky fucking Blinders. We should just get what we want when we want it,” he complained, making Evan laugh.

“I can’t say you’re wrong about that. It’s what we’re after. Tommy’s got his vision, but the rest of us lowly dogs will live and die right here in Small Heath. Would be nice to have some perks if that’s the case,” Evan agreed as he filled the glass flute with bubbly. John watched intently as he sipped. “What?”

“Thanks for explaining that without me feeling stupid.”

“You’ve got the spirit,” Evan told him before ruffling his hair. John smirked softly, then began leaning in. Evan tilted his head in confusion, which John took as an invitation to cup his neck and go for it. It being the one thing Evan never thought would happen in all 30 years of his life.

He was pretty sure John Shelby was the only one who could make a risky first kiss feel coy and smug at the same time. The kiss was teasing and slow, and John pulled his bottom lip between his teeth before they parted.

“Fuck,” John groaned, the sound burning straight to Evan’s lower belly. “That was bad, right? Shouldn’t be acting on my wet dreams like that, not with our resident smart ass.”

John chuckled as Evan blinked at him. He could hardly process the groan, the flirting, the admission of the wet dream, and the cheeky insult in one go. Turning, he took a swig from the champagne bottle before pointing at John.

“Explain yourself.”

“Right now? Just when things are getting good?” John looked at him, surprised. “Mate, you’ve got to learn good timing. I might not know numbers and cents, but I know wanting eyes like nothin’ else. On the other hand, you don’t know shit and-” John stood, making his way to him and taking the bottle, having a drink of his own. “Have kept me waiting for 17 fucking months.”

“17?!” Evan choked on the number. “You didn’t run out of patience?”

“Almost did. But you started swimming with us last summer, and it was the death of me.”

“Is that all you think about?”

“Are you asking if you are all I think about? Or if seeing more of what those swimsuits were hiding is all I think about? Real prick to not skinny dip like the rest of us, by the way,” John grumbled. Evan nodded, then took two gulps of the champagne.

“So you’re saying,”

“How can you think when you’re this hard?” John asked curiously. Evan became ruefully aware that he was swelling in his trousers only when John’s hand pressed on the front of him. His eyes looked down at his fondling hand, then to the front of John’s trousers that were nearing a similar state.

“Nothing cohesive is really happening up here,” Evan admitted, pointing to his head.

“Then, can I kiss you while you think of your next interrogation question?” John asked. Evan could only nod.

Thoughts flew in and out of the running for the most cohesive sentence as Evan’s mind swirled. He had several questions, including ‘why now?’ and ‘are you sure?’ but John’s hands had untucked his shirt and roamed his skin, all while the Shelby shamelessly whispered the most salacious things.

“You’re just as soft as I thought, or more probably,” John murmured. Evan groaned, letting his head fall back while John pressed his thigh between Evan’s legs and against his hardening self. He hated that he subtly rutted against it as they kissed but hated even more that John pressed against his thigh without hesitation, making them both even hotter.

“I don’t know a lot about this, but I learned a thing or two in France. I think you should receive,” John muttered, never changing tone. He was so nonchalant Evan nearly missed it.

“What are you saying right now?”

“Huh? That you should take my dick?” John leaned away just a bit to speak clearly. Evan felt the heat rush straight to his face to even come from his ears like steam from the ears of a cartoon character.

“Did you say you learned in France?” He asked though John was moving already.

“Just a couple of things over a few times,” he rushed through the small talk as his own cheeks blushed.

“Teach me then. Explain it without making me feel stupid, please?” Evan asked, and John groaned.

“Stop. You’re making my dick harder when you ask like that.”

“Romance is your strong suit.”

Evan was a liar. Well, not entirely, but a little. He wasn’t asking John to tell him how two men had sex, per se; he just wanted to know what John knew. Because, in truth, Evan’s stint in France wasn’t just helpful; it found him with a few close friends who knew where others like them convened. Some bars, restaurants on certain days, and parks at night were all common meetings for men. And while he did pine for John, Evan had also had his fair share of romps.

“-and spit is the worst. Use oil or the medical lubricant if you can,” John concluded thoughtfully. He wasted no time leaning in and connecting his lips to Evan’s shoulder. The explanation was twice as long, at least for all the times John’s eyes couldn’t leave his lips, and he’d kiss him.

“I can’t believe you held on to that information for such a long time. Can you wait a little longer?” Evan asked.

“Because you need to think?” John asked, suddenly leaning back.

“Because we’re in the middle of a dinner party.”

It was John’s turn to blink before laughing. Evan could only chuckle. The idiot had definitely forgotten.

“Like a peach,”

“Oh god, stop saying that,”* Evan whined.

In the confines of his apartment, far enough away from Watery Lane to be a haven, Evan writhed under John’s touch. An arm slung over his eyes while John kneeled between his legs, making them wrap around his waist. In the meantime, he was being too gentle about pressing into Evan’s freshly cleaned hole.

The oil would have been enough, and Evan expected to deal with the consequences of John’s recklessness later. Actually, he thought this would never happen once the champagne wore off, but John showed up at his door with flowers on a Saturday morning they agreed on two weeks later, and here they were.

John was so tender with him that it almost made Evan mad. He was expecting the lug to toss him around, not make him dizzy, and from kisses and sweet nothings, coaxing him out of his clothes and onto the bed.

Fingers dipped in oil stroked his cock first, and John had no hesitation in rubbing their cocks together while telling him this was just like a dream he had. Before Evan could tell him he was insane, John told him he needed to be inside him while groaning into his neck.

John circled his tight hole, with his thumb, but selected his right pointer finger as the designated one for the job. Evan thought about the skill the man possessed. To put men all over the country in their place, tossing explosives in politicians houses, roughing people up left and right. And now this. Those rough hands flexed and prodded until Evan could no longer stand being seen so openly. John slid his finger into him with some ease.

“Oh? Have you been doing this on your own. You took me so easily,” he said like nothing.

“How can you say that with,” Evan started, ripping his arm away from his face, only to see John red and half covering his own face. John gave him the most boyish smile that nearly sent him into cardiac arrest, but instead made them both chuckle. “It feels good.”

“Yeah? You’re soft here, like a peach.”

And he continued with that reference, more surprised that it held up when he drizzled more oil and put in one extra finger then another. Evan couldn’t catch two full breaths consecutively. His cock twitched and leaked over his lower belly, but John refused to touch him beyond squeezing his thigh and sliding into him to the knuckles, then to the hilt, then pressing in until Evan gasped. It was finding the precious spot within him that fucked it all up.

“Oh, here?” John asked when Evan’s back arched and he called for him and the heavens. “I’ll remember that for later.”

“John, just fuck me,” Evan pleaded. “You can’t just say that and expect me to not be like this.”

“Okay, okay, sorry,” John chuckled.

The bed shifted, sheets wrinkling and pillows adjusting. The morning sun hit perfectly on Johns naked form as he ran a hand through his hair before grabbing his cock. Evan watched it glisten with a thick coating of oil before it pushed against him.

For a moment he thought he was in trouble. His eyes rolled back. He couldn’t see straight, and he felt like he was leaving his body. His voice trembled as John’s pelvis pressed against his thighs, filling him to the hilt, “I’m gonna cum.”

True to his word, he spurted across his stomach while John groaned.

“Evan, you’re so lewd right now,” John breathed, his hand running up his side. He leaned down and ran his tongue over a small smattering of the milky substance, ignoring Evan telling him not to. John licked his stomach then up to his nipples before capturing his lips. “Your punishment for cumming at the start is that I get to fuck you as much as I want, alright?”

John was making him hold his knees up before he could agree to the binding vow. But the feeling of John’s cock stretching him and sliding against that spot in him would have made him do it. The strokes were exploratory, accompanied by moans and praises for Evan fitting him like a glove. He sped up, smacking against him after he adjusted. Evan could only take him in.

“Fucking hell, you’re handsome. Shit,” Evan groaned. John grinned then leaned down, the position putting him deeper as he helped press Evan’s legs back as he did it.

“You’re literally the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, you know how that makes me feel?” John asked. He paused while Evan shivered at the new position. “Luckiest fucking man.”

“You’re a square,” Evan moaned back. John’s rolling hips against him was enough payback, and he happily waved a white flag that left their foreheads pressed together and fingers interlaced. Evan couldn’t help joining his lover in being sappy though he’d never admit it. He gasped against the stubble on John’s jaw, “I’m so happy it’s you.”

John ripped himself away with a groan and quickly sat back, hand shooting to hold the base of his cock. “Fuck, I almost came.”

Evan huffed and sat up half way, wiping the sweat from his temple before caressing John’s waist, stroking the soft skin with his thumb. He watched the intense furrowing oh his brow, eyes clenched and teeth biting mercilessly at his bottom lip. Evan chuckled and laid back, rolling onto his stomach, glad that he was sending out laundry soon.

“I’m so empty now,” he sighed.

“Shut it,” John snipped. Evan simply raised a thigh and reached a hand between his legs. His fingers stroked his cock gently, massaged his balls, then found his tender entrance. He was aching, pulsing, and John was holding out? Bastard.

“I don’t think it’ll feel the same,” Evan groaned as he began prodding his ass.

“I just wanted a second, christ,” John laughed. He smacked away Evan’s fingers, and Evan happily shifted onto his knees, happy his fussing worked.

“You said you’d fuck me as much as you wanted, so I just want to take my punishment,” Evan told him over his shoulder. John tsked him while adding more oil to himself.

“You’re impossible.” Whether or not this was true didn’t stop John from sinking in at the new angle, deft fingers sinking into the plush of Evan’s hips to pull him back. The sound of squelching slickness filled the room with their pants and groans. With a squeeze to the ass, John praised him, “You’re sucking me in, love, well done.”

His hand slid to the natural line in his back and pushed Evan’s chest to the sheets to drive into him at a deeper angle. The strangled gasp he let out was one he’d make John take to his grave, but the depth of his cock was worth it.

“Never, stop, ugh god don’t stop,” he begged.

“As if I would, you’re leaking all over yourself and your ass is as soft as I thought,” John explained, squeezing him again. A shameless man. Evan would think of a comeback when he wasn’t burying his face in the sheets, trembling as the head of John’s cock firmly pushed against his prostate with every firm thrust. “I knew I’d find it again. Shit, you’re so **good, I’m gonna,” John rambled for a moment, hips starting to stutter before he pulled out and Evan felt his seed paint itself on his back.

They sat in bliss for a moment before John laughed and hopped up. Evan ignored the teasing he received for not moving from his face down ass up position by the time John came back with a warm cloth. Even when they laid next to each other, cleansed of fluids and oil, Evan still reveled in how his body felt now. John made use of their closeness, kissing him and never letting his hands still against his skin. They settled beside each other as the sun warmed the room and lulled them into a daze. It wasn’t even noon - they had a whole day to enjoy. Evan’s eyes closed first, and he felt bruised lips brush his forehead.

“Next time I won’t be so nice since you made me wait so long.” John’s dozing voice didn’t make the promise any less exciting.

“I look forward to it.”

>> John Shelby Master List <<

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#John Shelby #John Shelby Smut #John shelby imagine #John Shelby Fanfic #john shelby headcanon #Tbh the John Shelby tag is a fucking mess so if you actually see this you have good luck #John Shelby x reader #John Shelby x oc #John Shelby x male!oc #John Shelby x male reader #Queer John Shelby

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saintsenara · 2 months

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HOWLING at the reaction pic... no, because madam, I am not usually a tomarry girlie, and I was recommended your (utterly excellent) murder mystery, "one year in every ten" with the promise of a wonderful Ron (a promise that was fulfilled) and I came out of it being completely tomarrypilled but also, I don't know if your readers have already pointed this out to you, but your Ron and your Tom also have nastily good chemistry... especially in that one part where they have a heart-to-heart about loving Harry. And then I looked at your blog because what else do you do when you're a fan. And well. All I have to say is you're right about Ron being kind of Mother and you're Right that it's compelling. Sorry for the absolute mess that is this ask. Happy St. Paddy's!

anon, tom is shaking at the suggestion that he has actually admitted to loving harry at any point in the entire proceedings.

look, we know that ron's canonically not immune to the charms of thin, dark-haired men [kron nation rise up!], and i will die on the hill that lord voldemort isn't immune to the charms of gingers with a cracking pair of baby blues either [after all, why would he be so obsessed with dumbledore if he wasn't?], so i will roll around with glee in the idea that the combined forces of ronmort are going to enjoy messing with harry for the rest of time - in the one year in every ten universe, at least - by flirting with each other across the kitchen table in grimmauld place.

but ron's still going to remain a committed wife guy. obviously. hermione's getting treated right even when they're centenarians.

[lord, i have seen what you have done for others...]

my more serious point is that i'm always very interested by the fact that i get a lot of furious comments from people who have apparently read through 200,000 words of explicit-rated tomarry and been shocked to discover that the tomarry is explicit, who really take issue with the idea that ron's extraordinary love for harry might motivate him to try and understand just what exactly his friend might see in the dark lord.

and yet nobody ever says the same about hermione.

there does seem to be a general idea i notice in tomarry fics that hermione would be far more amenable to harry hooking up with a man who was obsessed with killing him than ron [also a theme i notice in other harry-centric slash pairings like drarry and snarry].

but i'm afraid i do just sincerely believe that ron would love harry enough that he'd be the first of the granger-weasleys to make the effort, and that he would discover in doing so that - since harry and tom are narrative mirrors - he, as harry's best friend... is going to quite like tom as well.

and, certainly that he's going to recognise that all of the things which ron is canonically shown to be really attuned to with harry - his grief, the weight of his orphanhood, the desire he has to belong to a family - also exist in spades in tom. one of ron's most underrated traits - especially within a fandom which likes to focus exclusively on his more negative characteristics - is that he is extraordinarily welcoming in that familial sense, that he clearly believes quite strongly in the idea that everything he and harry and hermione go through has given them a bond which is not only thicker than water but thicker than blood and will endure through anything. he is - and i'll die on this hill - the tomarry girly's secret weapon, and i love to see him get the respect he deserves in our little corner of the fandom.

and i also think that it's not only this version of tom [who is, of course, slightly saner than he is sometimes found...] who would like him - ron has lots of traits the canonical voldemort values, above all his loyalty, but also his pragmatism, his daring streak, and his intuition.

they make quite a formidable pairing. i can already tell harry regrets it.

[can i just also say that i continue to be delighted by the sheer number of people who tell me that one year in every ten is the first time they've read tomarry, or that they've tried it despite not being a fan of the pairing usually.]

[any and all engagement with fic is extraordinarily generous - obviously - but there's an extra layer of generosity in being willing to go in with an open mind to a pairing which might not immediately make sense to you which i really respect. i have encountered, as i'm sure many of us have, a great deal of the fandom's more narrow-minded denizens clutching their pearls at the idea that tomarry isn't automatically unpleasant or implausible, in a way which can often feel fairly demotivating as someone who thinks that it isn't in any meaningful sense a crack ship.]

[this is a very welcome reminder of the fact that far more people exist outside of this view than in it, and i shall never stop being grateful.]

#asks answered #i'm not sure i realised 2024 would be my ronmort era but here we are #oyiet answers

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tiredlittlewriter · 11 months

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High & Low 🧡🧡Sannoh Rengokai Headcanons🧡🧡 for the main 6 + Naomi some happy, some sad

Remember: These are my own hcs and you don't need to agree with me! Just don't be rude or I'll make fun of you♡ I love my Sannoh Boys

Cobra🧡

- Constantly tired, but a happy tired now that the whole Kuryu thing is over

- Can do a handstand for 30 seconds

- Hates carrots unless Naomi mixes them really really well into whatever he's eating

- Speaking of food :[ has trouble eating anything he doesn't make himself or made by Naomi and even then... Yamato has to make sure he eats or sometimes he won't

- Passed out from that more times than he would like to admit

- Definitely undiagnosed depression. He doesn't think anything is wrong with wanting to self-sacrifice himself all the time. Noboru checks up on him anyway

- Cried when Smoky died (not in public though, someone needed to be strong)

- A great singer but only sings when he's drunk at karaoke

- Member of the alphabet mafia, which letter? Don't worry about it

◇◇

Yamato🧡

- A big baby, cries at movies

- Would clap at the end of a flight

- Empathy king!! Whenever someone is going through something he knows how to comfort them or give pretty bad (or good) advice

- Everyone in Sannoh respects women ofc but Yamato walks the girls of the Sannoh area home if need be. His big frame comes in handy

- Bumps his head on things

- Massively protective over Noboru and Chiharu. He sees them as one in the same sometimes, loves them a lot

- Despite all of the Mugen/Amamiya beef being squashed, he and Hiroto spar every now and then

- Doesn't drink a lot (only a social drinker) because he's afraid of being addicted to something the way his mom is pachinko

- Absolutely no way he didn't have a crush on Cobra for at least a little bit. I mean. Come on

- Alphabet mafia amen

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Noboru🧡

- Most normal Sannoh member (this does not mean much)

- Would probably try to go back to law school, he'd want to learn how to protect S.W.O.R.D on a different front

- Has nightmares about the day he found his gf. He's moved on from the event but the way he saw her stuck with him

- A ball of anxiety

- Sucks at cooking

- Knits when he's stressed (has a lot of scarves would you like one please take one he has too many)

- Semi-speaks English

- Works at a nearby library

- Forced Chiharu to get his GED

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Dan🧡

- mmm I don't have very many but

- A pretty solid painter, painted the sign for his shop

- Joined Sannoh because he felt like he felt that he finally had a place to belong

- Doesn't have that much family

- 2nd best cook of the Sannoh boys (Cobra is first best but not by much)

- Owner of at plenty Noboru Anxiety Scarves and puts the ones he doesn't want up for sale in his shop

- Plays the lottery and won 100 dollars once (spent it on Sannoh and never told them)

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Tetsu🧡

- Adhd all the way babey

- Oya High alumni (tell no one)

- Has at least 2k followers on insta

- Keeps airing Sannoh's business on socmed 😭😭

- Jailbroke an iPhone once before forgetting how to do it

- Is religious (not one of Those Types) and prayed for S.W.O.R.D whenever they had major fights

- Goes to Nameless City to help rebuild and bring food incognito (Rude Boys just pretend they don't see him)

- He's cringe so he probably has had a crush on the same girl since middle school

- Likes to scrapbook

- Stays watching horror movies

- PDA King if ur in Sannoh you've hugged him at least 10 times within the month

- Lowkey bumps to the Mighty Warriors music on Spotify

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Chiharu🧡

- After officially squashing the beef with Furuya, they got along as well as you can when it is Big Loud Angry Guy and Please Don't Guy

- Can and will eat you out of house and home

- Works part time at Yamato's shop

- Giving him the highest honour I can bestow (Trans)

- Told Sannoh and cried and then Yamato cried cause Chiharu was crying and Tetsu decided that was the best time for a selfie with everyone's ugly ass cries

- Kizzy probably knows

- Although not the sharpest tool in the shed he's really good at puzzles and riddles

- He's never really forgiven himself for betraying S.W.O.R.D

- Lightest of the boys, Cobra has thrown him before

- Considers them his family, since his own kinda gave up on him after dropping him at Oya

♡♡

Naomi🧡🩷

- "I am not a nurse" she says as giving stitches to her boys

- She's a certified women kisser idc argue with the waaaaallll

- Really loves her boys no matter how mean she is to them

- She's a Sannoh girl, of course she knows how to fight a bit

- She knew she couldn't go up against the White Rascals but if someone tried to rob Itokan all they'd be leaving with is an ass whooping

- Keeps trying new styles with her hair, did a side shave

- Probably has an infinity tattoo for her brother

- Has a custom made motorbike

- Forget Sannoh being protective of Naomi, Naomi is protective of her hoodlums and will in fact talk mad shit to anyone who disrespected them

- Has a running tab for each gang that happens to eat there, White Rascals has the lowest one because Rocky always pays + a nice tip and Oya has the highest because they have 5 dollars between the entire school

#high&low #story of sword #sannoh rengokai #cobra high&low #yamato high&low #noboru #noboru high&low #dan high&low #tetsu high&low #chiharu high & low #naomi high&low #i just love them okay #sannoh

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whiskey-bumblebee · 1 year

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Thank you for the other blurb, bestie 😌 I'm back because I'm insufferable and love your writing lmao 😂 another dream gift would be an array of paint and spray paint to do my paintings along with somewhere to do them. OR a huge truck with all the extra bells and whistles. (I don't care what kind of truck it is, I just really want one 😭) thanks in advance 😄

welcome back bestie! pleasure to have you 😌 please enjoy! I went for the painting option for as little as I know about instruments, I know even less about cars lol

oops! I added a whole subplot. and renovation politics commentary

divider courtesy of @tommyytalks (and isn’t it pretty!)

You're somewhat surprised to see Hotch's laptop open to a real estate website, looking at places in Fredericksburg. His house was so close to the Bureau, and easy driving distance from D.C. if he needed to go to the capital for any reason. Plus, his house was great! It was spacious, private, and as secure as a fortress (although it was lacking a moat...). You couldn't imagine him living anywhere else. More selfishly, you had hoped that he would talk to you about moving, since you had been living with him for a few months, letting the lease on your old apartment lapse.

Not wanting to seem like you'd been snooping, you don't bring it up with him, until you're at a brunch with him and some of your friends and their partners. Someone brings up the topic of investing, and you learn that one of your friends has bought a cabin in upstate New York, with the intention of renovating it and reselling it. From the pictures, you can tell it's a beautiful heritage building, and your friend points out all of the places where the ceiling is sagging, or the carpets show signs of water damage. She promises that she'll stay true to the character of the home, adding modern amenities to make the place more liveable, but otherwise focusing on returning it to its former glory.

You glance over at Hotch, and he nods, setting down his coffee.

"I've been looking at a place in Fredericksburg, it's an old loft that needs some TLC," He adds, and your friends nod. "I'd never want to leave our current place, but it could be nice to have something set up for retirement like Dave has."

Several months later, your friend has become far too attached to the property in New York to give it up. After weeks of picking out doorknobs which would be accurate for the 19th century home, ensuring the windows provided good insulation against the cold, and seeing the house blossom into something which looked much more like a home, they'd been considering the possibility of moving in.

"You could always set it up as a house museum," You comment. "They're popular in Rome, you could contact the state and ask if they'd be able to provide any funding for recovering the family's artefacts and things."

Meanwhile, you and Aaron had been doing up the loft. He asked you about which colours you thought would suit the space, whether you should leave the brick exposed or plaster the walls instead. You uncovered some beautiful wooden beams when working on the insulation in the ceiling, and decided to incorporate them into the loft's design scheme.

You're feeling sad about the prospect of renting the place out instead of living in it yourself, and when you think about how wealthy Aaron is already, the idea of charging another family to live in this home just doesn't sit well with you.

Your work picks up suddenly, with some external audit taking place, forcing you to work longer hours. You have less time for the loft, and Aaron reminds you that he's happy to pick up the slack. After all, he'd renovated his own home and found that whole process rather relaxing.

Then, weeks later, Aaron decides to treat you to a shopping trip in Fredericksburg, where there are many more options than near Quantico. Bags populate the car, mostly lingerie, some new tech you'd been needing, a couple of gourmet snacks.

He takes a turn you don't recognize as part of the route home, but you don't question it. Maybe he'd been listening to the traffic report on the radio and decided to take a different route. Before long, he's parking in front of an unimpressive building, and you give him the side eye.

"C'mon," He says, undoing his seat belt and taking the keys out of the ignition.

When you walk into the space, you realize that he's just taken you to the back side of the loft, which you didn't recognize since you'd always come in through the front.

"Oh, you finished it?" You try to muster your enthusiasm.

He nods, reaching for your hand as he leads you through it. There are some minimal furnishings; canvases, paint, lamps and lighting fixtures. A chair here or there. You look at the skylight and feel a twist in your chest. What a beautiful building.

"What do you think?" Aaron asks, his eyes gleaming.

"It's beautiful, are you renting it out to an artist?" You pick up a brush, turning it over in your fingers, glancing over the shelves stocked with turpentine, mineral oil, paints, argan oil for deep-conditioning the brushes.

He ignores your question, shrugging. Maybe he can feel your resistance, you think. Maybe he doesn't want to say any details in case I get upset.

He leads you back outside, and you notice that there's a small lot out the back you hadn't seen before. A metal shelf holds a number of bottles of spray paint in varying shades. Aaron tosses you a can, and you barely catch it, confused.

"Want to start making it your own?"

You cock your head at him. "My own?"

He presses the keys into your hands. "I'm sorry for lying to you. It's not a retirement property. I'm not going to rent it out."

"It's..."

"Your new studio," He grinned. "With an outdoor space for spray painting so you don't have to wear a respirator if you don't want to."

"Hotch," You whisper. "It's perfect."

"Not to sound cocky," He pauses. "But, I know. You designed it."

It finally clicks in your head, him acquiescing to each of your suggestions for which colours the walls should be, what kinds of lighting each part of the open-plan space needed...

You grin. "You're sneaky."

He wraps his arm around your shoulders. "When I need to be."

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #my writing

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alovelessmelancholy · 1 year

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Hey All! If you want something all lovey-dovey and Regency to read for Valentine's Day 💚, I posted my first attempt at a Polin fanfic on AO3. Here's a short plot description:

Colin returns from his summer travels to find Pen is missing. He decides to go his own way trying to find her, hiding from the Ton and the rest of his family in the process.

It's funny, a little risque', and full of sibling angst! If that appeals to you, go check it out!

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Here is a little excerpt from Chapter 1:

A Purpose Found

by ALoveLessMelancholy

“Thank you for being so kind as to request my presence for tea today Lady Bridgerton,”said Penelope.

“You are quite welcome my dear,” Violet said with genuine warmth. “As you know, I am no longer the lady of the house, but my successor was fully amenable to the suggestion that a request for your presence be extended. We have missed seeing your lovely face for all these long months. I can speak for us all when I say that we are so pleased to see you and Eloise reconcile after your unfortunate falling out.”

“Yes, we are certainly happy to see you back at our table where you belong,” chirped Benedict with his usual cheer and good humour.

Penelope had missed his smile. If she'd had a brother of her own, she would have wanted one much like him. Always quick with a witty observation or remark, she could always depend upon Ben for some much needed levity.

“Quite happy indeed,” said Anthony with a sunny smile that could be considered disconcerting if one did not have any context with which to explain its appearance on a once sullen countenance. Penelope beamed brightly at this praise, something that had been sorely missing from the relationships she endured with both her own mother and sisters.

“I am sure Eloise has been doing quite well in the world without my presence, but I am certainly happy to return to her side as co-conspirator.”

Eloise, who had been watching this scene of reconciliation unfold, turned to her friend at this.

”As am I,” she said.

Gesturing toward Benedict and Anthony, she elaborated, “Attempts to have any sort of worthwhile discussion regarding the plight of women in our society with either of these two would be rather distressing if not impossible in its difficulty.”

Benedict protested,” I am quite convinced that you feel that men in general may be the villains who plague all of society with their, and if I may quote you, ’inane ideas and endless self-indulgent blathering’, so what beliefs of my own invention could possibly be suitable for conversation which meets your ridiculously high standards?”

“Exactly right!”

Eloise shot Ben a smug smile just as Anthony, unphased by his sister’s commentary, extended his own sentiments for her evaluation.

“My wife keeps me well-informed on all matters regarding feminist ideals, so I am confident that you would find conversation with me on such topics to be most vigorous indeed.”

Penelope, having been watching and listening intently to this most beloved family’s bantering after being deprived of it for so very long, had as of yet failed to make note of the intent, unwavering gaze directed at her from the man sitting at the far end of the table.

Once their eyes locked, Penelope immediately turned a shade of crimson unlike any other she had experienced, the feeling, she imagined, not unlike a molten wave which enveloped first her cheeks, then made its way down the curve of her neck and beyond, down further still to her bosom.

Colin followed the path of this exquisite change with his eyes, unrelenting in his observation and admiration of her now blooming femininity.

“Colin!” Violet admonished.

She had seen Penelope’s deep blush when Colin’s eyes bore into hers and it was blatantly apparent that his mind had turned to thoughts other than family and friendship, most of which she feared were not only inappropriate, but very likely scandalous.

“Haven’t you anything to say to our guest this afternoon? It has been an age since you last saw one another, so there has to be some catching up that you must feel compelled to do.”

Colin, having been pulled so abruptly from his waking dream by his mother’s baleful shouting, continued gaping momentarily until a glance at his brothers, unabashedly snickering as they were, snapped him awake. What they were carrying on about he could not begin to guess, but he knew that they were most certainly up to no good. He could not be bothered with their insolence when he had so much on his mind.

“Yes, of course Mother. I intend to have a chat with Miss Featherington at her discretion. I did not wish to monopolise her attentions with so many of the family in attendance for tea today.”

Colin trained his eyes upon Penelope once more, momentarily undeterred by what his brothers, mother and sister might think, his mind overtaken with what had transpired between them yesterday evening.

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neonthewrite · 10 months

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The Keys to Happiness

Hey folks! I was going to try to do the prompt "Instrument" yesterday but developed a headache that made writing super hard. So it's here today instead! For this prompt I returned to some characters I made for the Far From Home universe, owned and created by @therealbrigeedarocks (with some extra fun over at @askfarfromhome).

The first story with these characters can be found here: Gossip Girl

This one is set sometime early in their time together. If you're unfamiliar with FFH, this is your disclaimer that it deals with the Pet Trope.

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Mindy’s eyes were still puffy from an earlier burst of emotions she couldn’t really help. She stood with her arms crossed, leaning against the bars of her cage and staring across the open space in there with her. She had some basic furniture, things that came with her from the shop, a “human starter kit” they’d called it. A bed, a small sofa, and even a table with a chair were arranged somewhat haphazardly in there. All part of the package in which Mindy had been the central prize.

She thought back to another time, when she’d gone to a carnival with her family. There had been a booth giving out goldfish in little bags. She’d even tried to win one, but her raffle ticket was never called.

She hadn’t seen her home in a few years now. Back home, humans were normal. Here, they were pests, or pets, just little things to be bought up by a carnival and given out as raffle prizes.

A week prior, Mindy became just that. She hated the shop where she’d spent so much time being gawked at by giants as a potential pet to bring home, but her friends were there. People, humans just like her who had found themselves in a world of giants that easily locked them up in cages and put price tags on their very existence. They always joked, fantasized about getting to leave that place.

And then a few of them did. The carnival had bought some of them up as soon as it arrived in town. Mindy didn’t even get to spend time with her fellow raffle prizes, instead being packed up on her own with her starter kit and a little profile about her (as if most of the denizens of Tergaia would actually give a single shit about what she was like).

At least the ticket that won her hadn’t been bought by a family. It was just one guy, and the flat beyond the bars of her cage screamed “bachelor pad”. So she only had to deal with one giant talking at her, bringing her home and promising to spruce up her cage with better things than the starter kit. He even took her out of the cage frequently when he was home, though she spent an unnerving amount of time in his hands (“Just t’ get ye used to me, lass. Don’ wanna do ye wrong not knowin’ how to hold ye”).

When he wasn’t home, though, she found herself restless and so, so alone. She got used to being in the human enclosure at the shop. There, one could always find someone nearby to talk to or just to be near when the world felt too heavy. There, they had some amenities for entertainment, and she could play the rickety little piano for her fellow humans.

The thought threatened to make her cry again. With a huff, Mindy pushed herself off the bars and stalked over to the doorway into the little bathroom Alban had purchased and attached to the cage. Magic in this world was so commonplace, it hardly surprised her anymore that they could hook up a fully functional room like that with seemingly no plumbing attachment.

However they did it, she had a sink she could use to splash water on her face. It helped a bit, scrubbing at her face with long, tapered fingers, hands that she’d actually insured back home for her blooming career. Her hands had been the tool of her trade, and now they were just little things to fascinate the giants that ran the world here. Alban had, more than once, propped up one of her hands on just a fingertip to see the contrast between the two. Her warm brown skin stood out against his pale fingerprint, and she couldn’t even cover the whole fingertip if she spread her hand wide.

According to him, he’d never even planned to have a human. Someone else had bought him the raffle ticket. Icing on the terrible cake that was her new life.

As she dried off her face, she heard the increasingly familiar sound of the flat’s lock clicking back. Alban was home from wherever he’d gone off too. Mindy thought about stepping out to greet him, just to have someone to talk to, and then decided to hell with it. She was going to take her time in that bathroom, even though she really didn’t have anything else to do. It sounded like he was preoccupied anyway, as he didn’t even call for her before opening up the packaging on whatever he’d gone and bought. Familiar sounds, but so much bigger than she remembered.

After a few minutes of studiously ignoring him, Mindy was surprised to hear a telltale approach, punctuated by a slight rumble under her feet as he arrived at the former hall table that now held her cage. “Mindy? You in there, lass?”

With a sigh, she shut off the water and headed out of her little bathroom to stare up at him. “Where else would I be?” She was usually quite guarded with him. Even now she couldn’t help crossing her arms and bunching up her shoulders a bit out of nerves.

He grinned down at her, somehow looking a bit nervous himself. She noticed, belatedly, that he had his hands behind his back. “Dinna want t’rush ye, but I got ye somethin’ today. If you wanna see it.”

It disarmed her wariness, if only a bit. Her shoulders relaxed. “For me?”

Alban nodded and his hands shifted. Mindy imagined new clothes, or maybe some fancier furniture than her starter kit to make her cage a bit less spartan. It was a toss-up whether he’d gotten something she even liked. She watched as his hands came into view, hastily coming together again to better cradle the object he’d brought.

Mindy’s heart did odd little flips.

It was a grand piano. Lacquered wood gleamed in the overhead light, simple but sturdy legs perched on Alban’s hands. The keys themselves were like grains of rice to him, but Mindy’s hands twitched at the sight of something familiar. It was a really nice piano and she could hardly believe she was seeing it. She hadn’t seen one that nice since her last concert before being whisked away from the world she knew.

“Alban, that’s, um,” Mindy stammered, unsure what she ought to say.

“The profile they gave me with ye said ye like music,” Alban explained. “An’ the starter kit left that out, but ye seemed so bored an’ I thought this might help.”

Mindy considered his words. She’d still be spending most of the daylight hours locked up whenever Alban wasn’t home. She had only whatever was in her cage to occupy her. If that piano ended up being all she had for entertainment …

That’d be just fine.

“I think it’ll probably help, yeah,” she said, finally allowing herself a smile. She wouldn’t have anyone to play for anymore, but that was okay. She could play for herself. “I, um. Thank you, Alban. It’s really nice.”

Alban grinned again and gently set the piano aside on an open space on the table so he could open up the cage. “I know ye must not be lyin’, that’s the happiest I’ve seen ye. Come on out and give it a go, lass. We can rearrange yer stuff t’make room for it later, aye?”

Mindy didn’t try to play it casual as she hurried for the opening. “Aye,” she said, trying to mimic his brogue and not quite managing it. “This’ll do.”

#gtjuly #gtjuly2023 #mywriting #mindy & alban #far from home #far from home fanfiction #tergaia #gt #g/t #giant tiny #pet gt #g/t handheld

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