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megamett44-lover · 9 months

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can you do the reader seeing matt with a little kid (around 5 or 6) and getting some crazy baby fever? thank youu <3

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Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: In which Y/n brings Matt to her family reunion

Warnings/Notes: She/her pronouns

Requested? Yes!

Dress Up

Bringing Matt home with me for my annual family reunion was insisted upon by my parents. My whole family absolutely adored him, always asking me to bring him around more. Hence why now, here we were, about a ten minute drive away from my grandparents home, where everyone would be meeting.

Having never met my extended family before, it was understandable for Matt to be nervous. He held my hand as he drove, lightly brushing his thumb over my knuckles every few seconds.

“You okay?” I ask, squeezing his hand lightly.

He looks over at me, trying to hide his nervous expression. “All good.” He says.

I nod, turning my attention back to the road. “You don’t have to stress, everyone is gonna love you.”

He chuckles. “If I can win your dad over, I’m sure I can do anything.”

I roll my eyes. “Please.” I say. “You never had to win him over. He was practically calling you ‘son’ before he even met you.”

“Right.” Matt laughs.

Siri breaks our conversation, telling us to turn left and our destination would be on the right. As we pulled into my grandparents drive way, a wave of nostalgia hit me. The long gravel path leading to an old white plantation house surrounded by the most beautiful flowers. I had helped my grandmother plant different flowers in her garden for many Summers when I was younger. The neatly trimmed hedges wrapping around the edge of the porch that my grandfather always insisted on keeping up himself because “nobody else could do the job right.”

I noticed many other cars parked out front, indicating a lot of my family members were already here. As we parked, I kissed the back of Matt’s hand. “Ready!” I asked.

“For sure.” Matt smiled.

As we walked onto the porch, the sound of laughter could be heard from inside. We didn’t even have a chance to knock before my grandmother opened the door.

“My Y/n!” She said, embracing me. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“Hi, Gran.” I say, returning her hug.

As we pulled away, she noticed Matt beside me.

“Now this must be the young man I’ve heard so much about.” She smiles at Matt.

“All good things, I hope.” Matt chuckles nervously.

I laugh. “Gran, this is my boyfriend, Matt.”

“Pleasure to meet you dear.” My grandmother says, embracing Matt as well. Pulling away, she smiles at us both. “Well come on, everyone has been asking for you.”

Walking instep with my grandmother and Matt slightly ahead, she leans in and whispers softly. “He’s handsome!”

“Oh, Gran!” I laugh.

“I’m serious!” She says. “If I was only 60 years younger, I’d give you a run for your money.”

As we walked into the crowded parlor, we were greeted by a chorus of “Hey” and “Welcome home”. A lot of family come up to me, since the last time I had seen most of them I was young. Most of them were eager to meet Matt, having heard I was dating a “famous Los Angeles boy”.

Excusing myself for a moment, I go grab a couple waters for Matt and I from the kitchen.

“Oh hey, Y/N.” My aunt says, seeing me enter. Her and a collection of other family members were working on tonight’s dinner, the smell immediately making me hungry.

“Smells great in here.” I compliment, grabbing two bottles of water from the fridge.

“Thanks!” She beams at me. “Oh, your cousins are around here looking for you. They wouldn’t stop talking about how excited they were to see you.”

I laugh. “I’ll keep a look out for them.”

My aunt and uncle had two twin girls, Charlotte and Katherine. They had just turned six and they were adorable. I had spent a lot of my youth babysitting them, resulting in me having an older sister relationship with the girls.

Walking back to the parlor, I notice most of the family had gone to the back yard. Scanning the yard, I cannot seem to see Matt anywhere. I grab my phone to text him, but then I hear giggling coming from down the hall followed by a deeper laugh that I recognize to be Matt’s.

Walking down the hall, I notice the light in the playroom is on. I hear a few voices coming from inside.

“We’re going to make you look so pretty.” I hear a young voice that I recognize to be Katherine’s says.

“Oh, really?” Matt asks.

“Yes!” Charlotte assures. “Y/n is going to love it!”

I peek in the doorway to the playroom to see Matt sat on the floor, with my cousins braiding his hair. I notice he has a few hair bows in, along with a feather boa around his neck.

I giggle softly, watching my cousins give him a makeover.

“Can we paint your nails?” Charlotte eagerly asks.

Matt looks down at his nails, the old paint peeling off of them.

“I think I’m in need of a manicure, so sure!” Matt agrees.

“Kat, grab the princess stickers and pink polish!” Charlotte demands.

Hearing this, I accidentally laugh too loud, giving my position away. All three of their heads whip in my direction.

“Y/N!” Charlotte and Katherine say in unison, running up and hugging my legs.

“Hi, girls.” I say, bending down to hug them. “I see you’ve stolen my boyfriend.”

“Don’t you think he looks pretty?” Katherine asks, motioning towards Matt.

“I think he looks gorgeous.” I say, making eye contact with Matt, who chuckles softly.

“We were going to paint his nails, do you wanna help?” Charlotte asks.

“Of course!” I say, eagerly.

“Yay!” Both girls say in unison.

Sitting down, we begin painting Matt’s nails a bright shade of pink, complete with princess stickers on every other finger. When we were finished, we slowly walk Matt over to the mirror to check out his new look.

“I look awesome!” Matt says, bending down to the girls level. “Thank you, girls.” He opens his arms for a hug, as both girls practically tackle him.

I smile softly, my heart warming at the sight.

“I think next time, we should bring our princess dress for you to wear.” Katherine says.

Matt laughs. “I think that would be amazing.”

“Yeah, but we have to bring the Cinderella dress.” Charlotte says. Katherine raises a puzzled eyebrow. “To match his eyes, duh!”

“What do you think, Y/n?” Charlotte asks.

“I think he would make a beautiful Cinderella.” I smile, causing Matt and the girls to laugh.

A loud voice interrupts our laughter from the kitchen.

“Girls, dinner!” I hear my Uncle call.

“Our dad wants us!” Katherine tells Matt. “But we’ll finish this makeover another day.”

“I’ll be counting on it.” Matt winks, ruffling her hair.

The girls laugh as they run down the hall to the kitchen. I look at Matt, who’s covered in glitter from the feather boa.

“I’ll be their Cinderalla, as long as I’m your Prince Charming.” Matt says, pulling the boa off.

I laugh. “God, you’re cheesy.” I grab his hands, looking at the pink artwork on his fingernails. “I can’t wait to have this life with you one day.”

He pulls me into a hug, covering me in glitter. “I promise, one day, we’ll have all of this.” He says. “Every day.”

I lean back, grabbing one of the braided strands of hair. “I’m really digging these braids, though.”

“Yeah?” Matt laughs.

“Yeah.” I smile, pressing a small kiss on his lips.

“Now c’mon, I’m starving!” I say, leading him to the kitchen.

Matt stops on his tracks. “What, dressed like this?” He asks.

I smirk. “What, you embarrassed?”

“Never.” He replies, putting his boa back on before we exit the playroom.

#matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets x reader #matt sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo imagine #matthew sturniolo #nick sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo edit

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wynnyfryd · 6 months

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Trailer park Steve AU part 23

part 1 | part 22 | ao3

cw: alcohol, recreational drinking

Steve fusses with his hair in the side mirror again, tugging awkwardly at his borrowed clothes. He feels stupid, standing here fidgeting in the parking lot like some kind of nervous freshman, but half of Hawkins seems to be here tonight and Robin’s got him dressed like a loser — worn green flannel and a ripped black tee with a faded picture of The Smiths. Jesus. “Did you really have to dress me like this?”

“What? You look cute!”

“I look like I raided Jonathan Byers’ closet.”

“No, you look like someone a certain neighbor is going to be drooling over all night.” Steve’s grateful for the dark then; for the blush it hides on his cheeks. “It’s not my fault you don't know how to make a deal; if you wanted to borrow a specific shirt, you should have said so before we shook on it.”

“Besides,” she ignores him when he rolls his eyes at her, “you wouldn’t even let me smudge eyeliner on your lower lash line like I wanted to, so I really don't feel like you’ve earned complaining privileges.”

“I’ll complain if I fucking want to,” he grumbles under his breath. He runs a hand through his hair one more time, then forces himself to look away from the mirror. Rolls his shoulders back and down. “He’s not even here, anyway.”

“Ah-ha! So you did check.” She links their arms together, starts dragging Steve across the uneven gravel, her ankles wobbling in her low-heeled boots. “‘Just looking for a good parking spot,’ my ass. God, I’m always so right about everything. I'm, like, cosmically correct. I should really play the lottery next time I visit my grandparents..."

“Uh huh.” He’s not sure what luck and correctness have to do with each other, but sure.

She stumbles over a rock; pushes into his side, grinning, “I’m serious! I’ll play the lottery, and I’ll win big, and then you’ll see. Might even split my winnings with you if you’re nice to me.”

“I’m literally so nice to you all the time, but okay. Can’t wait to take half your earnings when you get ten bucks off a scratcher.”

“Hey, five bucks is five bucks! That’s like an hour and a half of our lives.”

Jesus Christ. “That’s just depressing.”

They walk arm and arm down the narrow footpath to the party — ferns brushing their calves, dry dirt beneath their shoes kicking up tiny clouds of dust — and as the path opens up Steve sees the place is packed. More packed than the overstuffed parking lot let on. There are people scattered over the picnic grounds in groups of fours and fives, a full dance floor under the main pavilion; a DJ set up at the front with food and drink stands to the side; a giant bowl of spiked punch; a tower of solo cups; a couple of coolers filled with beer.

In the surrounding grass he sees more tables, more people. A couple of guys he remembers from swim team rally around an arm wrestling match; another group plays beer pong on a brown fold-up table that they definitely stole from someone’s church. There's a circle of burnouts playing hacky sack behind a tree.

The bonfire burns brightly on the hillside in the distance, and beyond that he spots the faint glow of trail lights leading up to a bridge under the falls.

Part of him wants to follow the trail. Shake Robin off, pretend like he’s going to take a leak. Find a nice rocky overhang to camp under for a while.

Listen to river sounds. Gentle slosh; cricket buzz.

Maybe he gets drunk up there alone. Maybe he just enjoys the solitude; lies on a rock on his belly by the icy river’s edge, swirls his hand in frigid water and doesn't dream of dark brown curls.

“Steve?” Robin nudges him. “You good?”

Another, much less annoying part of him reminds him that he’s Steve Goddamn Harrington. He knows how to have a good time at a party.

Who cares if he feels too old to be here, or if it’s weird to see so many faces that used to call him Captain or King? Who cares that he's one smudge of eyeliner away from looking like a full-blown new wave art freak?

He’s not about to slink off to do depressed weirdo wallflower shit when the DJ’s playing Wham!

“Yeah.” He squeezes her shoulder. “You want a drink?”

“Yes, please.”

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The drinks are strong.

Steve’s pretty sure the punch bowl is a lot more hunch than punch, but there’s still no sign of Vickie, and Robin’s getting that sad little stress wrinkle between her brows about it, so Steve says bottoms up and starts chugging.

They wince their way through two cups each. Robin plugs her nose on the second one like she’s about to do a high dive, and Steve laughs and takes her hand, leading her into the crowd just as Take on Me comes on. The lights all blur together as they shimmy and shake and twirl, moving like a couple of dorks, but Steve’s having a great time. Bobbing his head to the beat; a big, dumb grin on his face as he moves his hips. Robin shouts “Watch this!” over the music, and the next thing he knows they’re competing to see who can bust the worst dance move.

He brings out all the big guns, the full-groan dad maneuvers.

The sprinkler, the lawn mower, the fucking disco finger.

Robin answers with a sloppy attempt at the robot, so he makes up a new move he calls be kind, rewind, and she laughs like a horse and pretends to walk down a flight of stairs.

She’s crouched into a goofy lunge, two steps into the ascent back up, when the song fades out and a ballad takes over. The crowd presses in to slow dance; Robin steps on someone's toes.

“Hey, watch it!” the person hisses.

Robin startles hard; knocks herself off-balance when she tries to stand up straight, babbling, "Oh, my god, I'm so sorry! Are you- are you okay? I'm such a klutz, oh, my god, I'm—"

Steve snatches her up under the armpits; puts her back on her feet. Then he looks up and realizes who exactly she just stepped on.

Well, shit.

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part 24

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storiesfromgaza · 6 months

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"Another call from Gaza... My four-year-old daughter, who didn't talk to me much until today.

Samar: Hello, Papa

Me: Ah, my dear, my beloved, how are you, my little Simsim (a term of endearment for Samar)?

Samar: Praise be to god... Papa, I made a big gift card, drew for you, wrote you a letter, and put it in my bag to give you as soon as I see you.

Me: My dear, my heart, you're such a sweetheart, may Allah (God) bless your little hands.

Samar: And what have you done for me? What surprise have you prepared for me?

Me: I brought you a new Elisa bed, toys, and many things, and I set up a dollhouse for you, Simsim.

Samar: Thank you... Papa, keep playing with my toys.

Me: Of course, my dear. Come, let's play together.

Samar: Alright, Papa, the party started early.

Me: What party, my love?

Samar: The bombing party... It started early today.

Me: It's okay, my dear. Don't be afraid.

Samar: I'm scared, I'm scared... No, no, I'm not scared.

Me: Why aren't you scared?

Samar: I'm sitting in my grandma's lap, and she tells me we're under God's protection.

Me: May God protect you, my dear, and keep you safe. Come back to me unharmed.

Samar: Papa, I'm not mad at you for bringing us to Gaza, but there's a war.

Me: What do you mean, a war?

Samar: Remember when we were in America, and we used to say, "God, protect us from a war"?

Me: Yes, I remember.

Samar: This is war.

Me: I'm sorry, my dear. You're brave, you're not afraid.

Samar: Papa, Mama says they're bombing the old houses to rebuild them.

Me: Yes, my dear.

Samar: Our house is new, right?

Me: Yes, my love. Don't think about the bombing, go play.

Samar: Yes, I played a new game with my cousins. It's called "Governor, Executioner"... I hit them, but they kiss me.

Me: Who did you play with?

Samar: I played with your father.

Me: No, It's Jaddi (Jaddi in arabic means my grandpa)

Samar: Yes, and I played with Abdullah... Papa, I prayed... I prayed with Abdullah.

Me: May God protect you, my dear, and keep you. You're Papa's clever sweetheart. What else did you play?

Samar: I made a tent in the house so that when the bombing happens, I can run and hide in it.

Papa, I miss you and love you. And the call ended...

Come hide in my heart, Papa.

I'm waiting for the gift card, my dear."

Now, with the complete isolation of Gaza by the occupation, through cutting off the internet, electricity, and communication networks, he won't even be able to communicate with his daughter...

His heart will continue to burn with fear as the rockets relentlessly strike Gaza without mercy.

In this image, there's Samar's father, Mahmoud, and her mother, Nour.

In this image, Mahmoud kisses his mother's head (Samar's grandmother, who she was in her lap during the call, and she was comforting her, saying, "We are under God's protection.") on his graduation day from medical school.

this image features Samar's grandparent, as mentioned in the call, who was playing with her.

#gaza #palestine #غزة #فلسطين #humanitarian crisis #genocide #free gaza #free palestine #gaza strip #storiesfromgaza

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quinnylouhughesx43 · 9 days

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‘Is your Brother Luke?’ Part 2

Summary: The parent’s of the mother of Luke’s daughter discuss the details of losing their daughter. Semi-Luke’s reaction to Lillian and the loss.

Warnings: story of death by genetic condition leading to health complication, rough pregnancy/delivery, heartbreak, handing over parental rights — grandparents, not breaking up but just leaving them, , — possibly more.

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Jack was only used to having his teammates or a girl he managed to pick up at the bar over. So he wasn’t quite sure how to host two strangers. His teammates helped themselves and the girls he brings home are usually helping themselves to him.

Rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly he spoke up, “would either of you like something to drink? I don’t have much. Water, Gatorade, beer?” He tried to laugh it off as if he wasn’t trying to hide the fact he was shaking from head to toe due to his nerves. “We’re okay, thank you.” The couple sat on the loveseat across from where he stood. “I, uh. I didn’t get your names earlier either…” Jack let his words wander off into the quiet of the apartment hoping that if they didn’t want to share with him they wouldn’t close down on him. “Phillip and Ruth Weaver.” Ruth gives Jack a soft smile. Jack feels inclined to reach across and shake Phillip’s hand as it now feels it is an official meeting.

“So Jack, you asked about what happened to our little girl.” Phillip said while making direct eye contact with him. All Jack could do was nod. His nerves are making their way back. “In short, she passed away a couple weeks ago.” Phillip kept his eyes on Jack, but Jack couldn’t look at him or at Ruth. He looked everywhere but at them. He felt like he could be sick. Jack had been silently hoping and wishing since the moment at the door when they said she was gone. That meant she just got up and left. Gave up her rights. But deep inside he knew it meant this. It always meant the worst.

When Jack went to talk next each word came out stumbled over and he was positive that neither Phillip or Ruth understood him. He had asked what happened, needing to know more. He couldn’t be left in the dark.

“Our sweet Lyla Grace was born with a genetic disorder known as Vascular Ehlers Danlos. It’s a recessive gene and it happened to skip current generations, until our baby girl.” Ruth picked up explaining as Phillip doesn’t seem to be able to get past the sentence he just dropped. “Her specific type of Ehlers Danlos is often referred to as the most serious. Vascular Ehlers Danlos affects someone’s blood vessels and their organs. Lyla had many surgeries due to ruptures.” Ruth continued explaining.

Pausing for a moment to gather herself, Jack took the time to breathe. He hadn’t necessarily been holding his breath but it sure felt like it. “When Lyla told us she wanted to go off to Michigan for college we were not for it at first. She was our baby girl. Way too fragile. The girl barely bumped into anything and she bruised like she was hit by a linebacker. But, she convinced us in the end.” Ruth gave a soft smile looking at Lillian who was beginning to stir.

“It wasn’t long after freshman move in she called me all giddy about this boy she had met. Told me his name was Luke, that he played hockey for the college, and that he was the one. She swore by it after only hanging out twice. She was so sure of it. Two days later I started to get pictures of the two of them and it continued. Your brother no doubt loved our Lyla Grace.” Ruth kept talking while she wrangled Lillian out of the seat before she started crying. “He took immaculate care of her. Any time she was sick, he made sure she had what she needed. If he had to leave for his commitment to hockey he took her to the hospital to make sure she was safe. It was sometime in between St. Patrick’s day and the end of the school year when something shifted in Luke. He still treated her right but he wasn’t around as much. It was like he started the shutout process then. When the frozen four rolled around and the loss happened, he just vanished. Three days later is when I get the call from her about the positive test.”

Jack still felt as if he could throw up. He’s heard all about this girl. All about how Luke is going to find her after his rookie season. How he’s going to make it right. How she’s it for him, he’d never been in love before her. Jack has no idea how he’s going to tell his baby brother that he not only had a baby with her and missed it but that she’s gone.

“But..how did she?” Jack asked the open ended question that they each knew what he was needing to know. “We all knew she should not have even thought of keeping her pregnancy, but she was so sure that Luke would come back to her. She was determined to keep going. She carried little britches here almost full term. 35 weeks was when she was delivered. The whole pregnancy was hard. In and out of the hospital because of the risk of hemorrhaging, the stress on her heart, the overall health risk Lyla proposed with the pregnancy. Delivery we were all on pins and needles about her heart. When The delivery was over and clear aside from the excess bleeding she experienced. We thought we made it through and all was good, we never expected it to be 7 months later when the problem showed up with her heart.” Ruth looked like she would break at any moment. She was hanging on to her granddaughter, the only thing left of her daughter. “All the pushing during delivery had created a tear in her heart. The lifting and holding of Lilly put a strain on her and made the tear bigger. We noticed the change in color of her body and took her to the hospital. While waiting for her scans is when she coded. They couldn’t do anything, it was too late.” Phillip finished for his wife with the most monotone voice. Jack hadn’t noticed he had got up and started putting together some sort of baby bed. “Jack, one of the hardest things I have ever had to do is put my baby girl to rest while holding her baby girl. We are not handing her over to Luke because we do not want her. We are handing her over because we are not capable of taking care of her the way she needs us to. Luke is her dad, she already lost her mom. This precious little one needs at least one parent in her life. Luke can provide for her plenty.” Phillip explains to Jack placing a hand on his shoulder.

Jack’s mind is spinning. He’s trying to absorb everything. Clearly they’re wrapping up the visit and are about to leave. He’s not ready to face his brother with the news. He needs to stall them.

“I want your alls contact information. I will make sure you still get to see Lillian and I will arrange all the travel for when it’s planned. You can’t write her out of your life.” Jack talked so fast the couple laughed. “Slow down honey, don’t panic. We appreciate it. We only live about 2 hours away in New York.” Ruth assures him. She places Lillian down in the pack and play Phillip just assembled.

The three of them share goodbyes and their phone numbers. Shutting the door behind him and locking it. Hopefully for the night. Jack runs his fingers through his hair and lets out an instead groan.

“Hey who was just here? And why is there a baby?” Luke asks sauntering down the stairs. “Oh! You’ll love this. So will Quinn let’s call him.” Jack can’t do this alone, so he FaceTimes Quinn. “What’s up with you two? Jack has shit eating grin on, and Luke looks confused.” Jack snickers slightly and Luke repeats his question from moments before. “Jack who was just here and why is there a baby?” Jack moves his phone to sit against the TV as he picks up Lillian and holds her out so her face is next to Luke’s.

“Quinn, meet your niece, Lillian Wren Hughes! You’ll never who the daddy is! I’ll give you a hint. It’s not me BUT he does play for the New Jersey Devils” Jack is full on cackling by now and turns Lillian to show Luke his baby. “Luke Warren Hughes, what did you do?!” Quinn asks from the phone. “Quinn I know you don’t get much action up there in Vancouver and all, but he part—“ before Jack could finish his chirp on his brother about his sex life he hung up.

“Did you say Lillian Wren?” Luke asked taking the 7 month old from his brother. “Uhm, yes? Is that all you’re fixated on you don’t want to know the mom or how she got here?” Jack tried pressing him. “I know who the mom is.” Luke countered. Staring at his little girl as she gives him a smile that shows her one bottom tooth growing in. “You, you do?” Jack asked, swallowing hard. “Yeah, Lyla and I said if we were lucky enough to have kids and had a baby girl her name would be Lillian Wren and if we had a boy it would be Leland Gray.”

Luke was lost in his memories. It’s killing Jack he has to break his heart. Break the fantasy he knows Luke is already creating in his mind. “So who were the older people and if she’s mine and Ly’s where is Ly?” Luke stopped looking down at Lillian to meet his brother’s sad stare.

“They were Ruth and Phillip Weaver. Lyla’s parents. They brought Lillian to you because…maybe I should take Lillian and you sit down before I tell you.” Jack reaches for the baby ask Luke jerks away. “I’ll sit with her. Now tell me.” Luke wasn’t a fan of how soft Jack had suddenly turned or how sad he looked. “Luke, you know Lyla was sick.”

Luke nodded slowly already piecing together what Jack was going to say at the end of this all.

“Carrying Lillian was very hard on her. She was in and out of the hospital. She delivered early. The doctors were worried about her straining her heart while she delivered. Her mom said she had excess bleeding after the delivery but her heart seemed to be okay.” Jack’s mouth felt like sandpaper. Luke could barely breathe. Lillian was pulling on her daddy’s curls. Something new to explore. “It was unknown that she actually had a small tear in her heart from straining and pushing. The months following with bending and picking up little bit, the tear got larger. Her parents said they took her to the hospital the moment they saw a change in her color. But it was too late. I…im sorry Luke but she’s gone.” Jack barely made it through the last part before he had to get up and wrap his younger brother in his arms.

Sobs rattled through Luke. He kept repeating how unfair and cruel this all was. Lillian taking in her surroundings. Jack felt useless and horrible because he had to be the one to deliver the news.

“Jack, please call mom. Please get her the first ticket here. I need her. She’s going to kill me. But I need her.” Luke begged.

What Luke didn’t know was Jack had already booked his mom’s ticket when the Weaver’s were there.

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🦋 Pisces mars could have issues with understanding their body’s needs and signals. They don’t realize when they’re cold or hungry etc

🌊 (This is a theory of mine) I think combust planets don’t lose their significance in the chart but rather the native is blind to their blessings. Because when the sun is too bright we shield our eyes and can’t see anything

🌀 Not having any water placements could make the person bottle up their emotions and be closed off in general

🫐 Virgo placements and their fascination with the French language? My Virgo friend was obsessed with French, I’m a Virgo mercury and right now I’m learning French from a Virgo teacher

🐳 Pisces suns see through everyone’s lies and deception. They always know exactly what’s going on and sometimes play dumb solely as a strategy. Playing dumb is a common tactic among all Pisces placements. They simply hide their weapons only to use them later

🧊 North node in Taurus’s purpose in life is to find peace and quiet. They subconsciously seek chaos and calamity (Scorpio south node) because that’s what they’re accustomed to but instead they should learn to be comfortable in silence and take care of their inner world

✈️ No matter how many Sagittarius placements one could have, if the ruler of their 4th house positively aspects their moon they will always love and miss their hometown/birthplace

💎 Saturn shows where you will find stability and security. In 12th house, by solitude. In 8th house, with your grandparents. In 9th house, through exploration

💠 Neptune in second house finds comfort in escaping. To them leaving a person, a place or a situation isn’t painful, the pain comes when they feel trapped. This is also why they’re an enigma to other people because they always end up leaving before others can get to know them

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Thank you so much for reading, I am not a professional and these are simply observations and my personal thoughts. Use mobile and dark mode for the best viewing experience

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Hello! Welcome to Tumblr!

Could I request Malleus, Leona, Silver and Jamil with an s/o who's got the ability to create anything from nothing?

TWST BOYS WITH AN S/O WHO CAN CREATE ANYTHING !

a/n: its actually a really nice request I never thought our shrimpy would be a momo yaorozu kinnie

characters: malleus, jamil, leona, silver

warning: a wee bit suggestive ????

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Malleus Draconia

you didnt think that he would get to know about your special abilities like this. when you two were in the lab and people were running short of ingredients and you suddenly pulled out twice the amount of that ingredient necessary for the experiment

he was interested about your peculiar magic

how can a human's child be able to wield magic ?

you told him how this was something only your family had but you never used it and just started using it after coming to a place which uses magic

since you can create anything can you create gargoyles ?

no, of course you can't and you won't. ramshackle dorm was finally in a decent state, and you can't afford s gargoyle to trample your hard work in cleaning the place

the fact that this magic didn't even need any conditions to perform made it a very powerful and useful magic

you remembered malleus's request so maybe in the future when you two live together then you might try creating gargoyles in his castle

Jamil Viper

you can do WHAT

he was flabbergasted

he didn't think you would possess magic much less be able to create anything out of nothing

he was really interested and wanted to hear how you got it from so you told him everything dating from when your grandparents first got this as a blessing

he thought it was a really unique ability but didn't mind you being a little different than normal humans you were still you

will ask you to create many things and wait something struck him

is that how you were able to decorate your dorm within a day ???

Leona Kingscholar

he was like "oh wow so cool you have magi– no wait what"

he was half asleep and half awake when you finally came out that you have magic

Well, that's pretty cool cause his herbivore knows how to use magic so they will be the perfect match for him when he will rule

he was feeling interested so to keep him up why don't you try creating something right infront of him

okay you can create stuff from your hands, from your legs cool. wait what are you opening your shirt—

oh you can summon from your chest too. only big things got it

Well he had one hell of a show when you demonstrated him and he is definitely awake

it was a very interesting ability he must say

Silver

you two were cuddling in the middle of the night when you decided to tell him the secret you've been hiding

you told him. no reply

you shouted at him then he finally decided to say "I heard you the first time"

so like give an answer mister ??

he said its pretty cool bit can it summon weapons. ofc it does so now he is even invested because if you have something to protect yourself and others with you're invincible

now he asked a very genuine question after he remembered one of your favourite pastimes you had when you were a kid and that was pillow fortress

so can you summon a bunch of pillow ? so that you two can make a fortress ?

he asked very normaly but with the way your brain processed the request made you find it very cute

you guys spent the rest of the night inside the fortress

he was very chill about it actually

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #jamil fluff #jamil x reader #twst jamil #twisted wonderland x reader #twst malleus #malleus fluff #malleus x reader #leona fluff #twst leona #leona x reader #twst silver #twst silver fluff #twst silver x reader

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thelighthousestale · 5 months

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Peter Pettigrew Headcanons

He came from a working-class family. Raised by a single mum

He doesn’t know his father

While he did not grow up in a blood supremacist family he grew up with the same prejudices and assumptions that many wizarding families have about muggles. He finds them odd and different.

Peter was one of those kids who lit ants on fire and threw rocks at people while standing on bridges. Being mean = power = being important

Definitely heard his mum or grandparents say muggle-borns have it easy or get extra benefits from the government (which isn’t true) and that’s why Peter’s mum has to work so hard.

Very excited to befriend Sirius and James because of their families' positions in wizarding society. He’ll be cool and popular by association

Yes, Sirius family are dicks to him but he doesn’t understand why he’d give up such a cush life and run away. Thinks Sirius doesn’t know how lucky he has it

Has always enjoyed playing mind games with his friends and other people to make himself have better favor in group dynamics

Was always the best at getting out of detention and coming up with lies on the spot

Made the rudest jokes out of the marauders

He isn’t dumb. He just isn’t good at school. He became an animagus at 15. He is powerful, OK? Upset that no one sees it and he can’t really brag about being an illegal animagus.

Really likes that he’s the one that gets to push the knob on the whomping willow. Makes him feel indispensable.

James and Sirius mature in 6th and 7th year and their jokes aren’t so cruel anymore. Peter is caught off guard when they start (lightly) calling him out on some of his jokes. (I thought you’d find it funny? Why aren’t you laughing anymore? What, James you get a girlfriend and you can't be fun anymore?)

The slowdown in bullying is also combined with James, Remus, and Sirius's political awakening and further interest in fighting against Voldemort. Peter starts to feel alienated from their discussions. Peter is a-political at best

And like yes, James, dark magic is bad but isn’t it also cool? Like did you hear about the man who turned a bunch of dead bodies into snakes? Or did you hear about the spell that turns your guts inside out? Isn’t that impressive?? I bet you could learn that spell James, you’re powerful enough, right?

After Hogwarts Sirius and James live off their family money and devote themselves to the order full time. After Remus gets fired from a job James starts supporting him financially. Peter doesn’t have the luxury (looks like werewolves get benefits just like muggle-borns. Poor Pete is always left out)

Pete gets a job at the quidditch league offices which he thinks will be lots of fun and exciting, maybe he can swing tickets for him and his friends

But the job is really boring. He is tracking how much teams spend and data entry is the worst.

His order assignments are just as dull. He doesn’t go out on duels or covert operations. Dumbledore instructs him to get intell on Ministry offficals and Peter grows resentment, he wants to be more useful like his friends.

He gets further separate from his core group of friends as James marries Lily and eventually goes into hiding (peter thinks James is foolish for getting Lily pregant. way to mess up our fun, James!), Remus is doing super secret werewolf stuff, Sirius is off on his own order missions plus becoming increasingly protective of the potters.

Peter starts meeting up with people at work, not death eaters but just a few people with storng ideas, and he’s like yeah, these guys are right muggle-borns and half-breeds are ruining our society

And he doesn’t hate Lily and Remus, no they are seperate from the developing idelogy.

But then after a while his intell gathering and workmate meet-ups start to become his only social settings. And he is agreeing more and more with what they are saying

And he impresses the people he is gathering intell on with some of his knowledge on dark spells (not that he’s every performed them. He’s just interested in reading about them)

Its been a long time since Sirius and James found him impressive or amusing

He goes to a couple of meet ups, and then a couple more

He enjoys these meetings more than order meetings. He doens’t feel underappreciated.

He gets invited to a bigger meeting and oops its got full on known death eaters attending

James and Lily are fully in hiding. Voldemort is wining the war.

Peter thinks he might as well just do what he needs to do to survive, everyone else is doing the same. But he's not going to be like James and hide like a coward.

And if he is going to survive he is going to be useful, important. In a better position than he was in the order. And then he’ll use that new position to help his friends when the war is over. He is so clever!

He willingly becomes a spy for Voldemort. He enjoys it. Its the best he ever felt about himself. He has secrets and information. He’s important.

He gets tested on his loyalty and is told to kill order members.

He actually enjoys murdering people (he is a serial murder in the books!) Reminds him of the same feeling he got when he threw rocks off of bridges but bigger.

He continues to climb up the Death Eater power structure. He enjoys watching the chaos unfold in The Order as they can’t figure out who the spy is

James asks him to be his secret keeper. He has a choice to make and he shows who he really is. He chooses power and manipulation over protecting people he used to (supposedly) love

And while this was all going on its important to remember that James, Remus, and Sirius all would have died for Peter. He was their friend. The betrayal is painful. The radicalization went unnoticed

#harry potter #marauders era #the maruaders #mwpp #peter pettigrew #wormtail #harry potter meta #harry potter headcanon

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pettytiredandjewish · 5 months

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Are you pro-Israel or pro-Palestine?

I honestly don’t think it’s any of your concern but if you really want to know my “stance”, I’ll tell you. You may or may not like my answer but I’m at the point where I really don’t give a flying F. So here we go-

A little background about me-I’m not Israeli, I’m from the states but my great-grandparents on my mom side left Germany sometime a little before WW1 due to antisemitism (they were Ashkenazi Jews.) Not everyone left and the ones who did stay ended up in the concentration camps/ghettos during WW2. Honestly if my great grandparents didn’t leave Germany- well there is a high chance that I wouldn’t be here and that this family tree branch would be non existent.

I’m gonna be honest I’m a “zionost”. There is no safe place for Jews. A lot of countries made it known for many years and they are still making it known to this day. Not only is the land of Israel is considered holy (I’m not super religious but I do recognize and respect that it’s a sacred and holy site) but it is also considered a safe place for many Jews who had to leave their own homes due to all the antisemitism/hate/etc. I’m not an “anti-Zionist”. Did you know that one of Russian’s leaders during- I believe the Soviet Union created that term as a way to help destroy Jewish culture during that era? That term just rubs me the wrong way.

I constantly worry about my friends and family. I worry about mine and their safety. I have to keep looking over my shoulder when I leave the house or when I go to the store, it to work… I know my parents worry too and I know my mom is secretly happy that I attended Shabbat services via online. I don��t want to think about what would happen if something happened to me or to my family/friends. But I don’t hide my “Jewishness”. I love being Jewish- I’m not ashamed of it. It’s a beautiful culture but it also is sad too. The history is not all butterfly’s and rainbows. We (Jews) have suffered for generations but we also overcome everything that people throws at us. Are we traumatized? Probably yes, but we don’t give up. We work hard to keep our culture alive so that we can keep passing it down.

The situation in Israel and Palestine is/has always been messy. It’s like a pressure pot- every little issue and conflict has been cooking up for some time. And every once in a while someone will let some steam out- to help let out some pressure but if you keep it covered and not let out the pressure, well it’s all going to build up and explode. And il that’s what’s happening here. That’s what we’re seeing now. This is the aftermath.

So to answer your question- I’m “pro Israel”: I think that Israelites have the right to live there. It’s their home. They did not colonize it. It is also not an apartheid state. Really people- please read a dictionary to understand these terms that you keep throwing out. Gaza’s government has been unstable for some time and it did eventually fell to hamas control sometime earlier 2000’s(?) for those who don’t know and or still in denial about what they really are- hamas is a terrorist organization. They’re not a resistance group of freedom fighters “fighting to save their people” cuz they don’t give a damn about their own people. They a literally using their own civilians as human shields. They’re stealing resources that’s mental for the civilians and using it themselves.

Also quick question(s) but why is Israel getting blasted for defending themselves after Oct 7? Is anyone gonna call out the other neighboring countries for how they are handling the situation- why aren’t they opening up their borders for refugees? Also why are most of y’all blaming Israel citizens and well- Jewish people in general- i mean I know the answer to this (*cough* most of y’all hate Jews and are using this as a reason to unmask yourselves).

I honestly could keep going- I’ve mostly kept this to myself, so it’s building up, but to be “nice” I’m gonna stop there for now. I don’t know what your “stance” is and I really don’t care per se- the whole situation has been stressing me out like crazy. If you don’t like my answer to bad so sad- I’m no one’s “good Jew”. If you or anyone have any questions you can ask but if you say some antisemitic crap I will block you and depending on my mood- call you out on it too. Have a happy holiday.

Am Yisrael Chai

#jumblr #judaism #antisemitism #zionisim #anti zionisim #i/p conflict

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panickingpansexuality · 1 year

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He's Back

Alex x GN Farmer

Alex is finally going pro so a deadbeat has decided to make themselves known.

It was a warm fall day, Alex, his grandparents, and you were outside fixing up the house for winter.

The gutters needed cleaned and there was a side of the house that could use a fresh coat of paint, and of course the leaves were everywhere.

You four were enjoying this time because this time by next year Alex would be going pro and instead of being by your side he'd be on the television.

Kent and Elliott had stopped by not too long after the work began and felt obligated to help out. Elliott was talking with Evelyn stuffing the leaves into garbage bags that looked like jack-o-lanterns.

Alex climbed down the ladder that Kent was holding and stopped to watch for a second as you painted the side of the house, he let out a low whistle.

"Think I'm refreshed."

You looked over at him and laughed, he hopped down the ladder and came up behind you and held you close.

"Five minutes break!" He called out.

"No way." You said trying to squirm away, "I'm almost done."

While you squirmed the brush slipped from your hands causing it to swing and smear some paint into Alexs' hand, you both looked at it for a moment before Alex wiped the paint on your cheek.

You gasped and he let you go just in time for you to chase him around the house with the brush.

Evelyn watched you two fondly as George yelled out to you both;

"Don't go spilling all that paint!"

The fun was cut short when a man stepped towards the house recognizing the two elders.

"Alex?" A voice called out.

Alex froze as he came around the house, he put his hand out to stop you from going further as if it was going to protect you from the sight unfolding in front of you.

A man stepped into view, he looked completely unfamiliar the only few things that may have looked somewhat familiar to you was maybe his nose and hair.

You gripped Alex's dark skinned hand and he squeezed yours in return.

"Who are you?" Kent questioned crossing his arms.

"Alex?" The man called again completely ignoring Kent. Evelyn placed a hand on her heart and went to stand beside her grandson. Elliott stood in front of you both to stop the man from getting any closer.

"Get the Hell out of this town!" George growled out. "Yer not welcomed here!"

"I have a right to see my son Mullner." The man growled out.

"I'm not your son." Alex said barley above a whisper.

"Look at you!" The man said standing just foot back from punching distance. "I saw your name in the Grid Ball line up and then when I looked it up to make sure it was you I saw you got married!"

Alex pushed you behind him like it was going to hide you. Gently you push Alexs' hand away and step forward.

"Your Alex's sperm donor?" You ask sweetly.

The man is taken aback by the term it give you time to continue.

"I didn't know it was national deadbeat day? Who knew that you folk like to show up out of nowhere and spread your bullshit? Now I've got three bombs on me (freshly made), and Kent and I both are armed so get off of the Mullners property before I bust them out."

Kent lets out a snort behind the man who is starring at you completely offended.

"Are-Are you going to let them talk to me like this?!" The man says starring at Alex. "Your own father?!"

"Alex is more of any man's son here than yours." Elliott said sharply. "Now from what I'm guessing you're only here because Alex is finally accomplishing his dreams, no thanks to you, so you're here to mooch off of his success. If you wanted to become his father you would've called long before this."

"Who the fuck is this dweeb?!" The man said to Elliott.

"This dweeb is one of the men who's had the privilege of being a father figure to Alex! Who's gotten to see him graduate, help him with homework, and each and everyone of us in this town showed up for at least one of his games! Now I suggest you go find one of your many other children thst you may have accidentally drunkenly conceived before we pull out our weapons."

Alex's biological father looked like he was going to explode with rage;

"IM HIS FATHER YOU FA-"

"You're not my fucking father!" Alex yells stepping beside you. "You left my mom and didn't even bother to show up for her fucking funeral! You're nothing but a trashy deadbeat and I know my partner's waiting for me to give the word to drop kick you to China. So what the hell do you want?"

"Son-" the man begins but stops when he sees Alex's stare. "Alex. I...I'm sorry I figured we should get to know each other. You're going pro now and you're gonna need your family behind you."

You and Alex look at each other with a knowing look before you pull out your sword from it's sheath.

"Get out." Kent says, the sound of a gun loading is all the man needs before high-tailing it away back to the bus stop.

You turn to your in-laws and promise to finish up tomorrow, Kent and Elliott nod and start to clean up for you while you take Alex home.

He's quiet for a while, until he gets back to the house and uses your axe, mumbling something about trees needing to be cleared.

You fix the both of you a cold drink before going outside to sit with him.

His shirt's off now, thrown on the bench, he's cursing as he shows the pine tree he's cutting down absolutely no mercy. It doesn't take long for it to fall and when it does Alex stands there panting, carefully you wrap your arms around him.

Alex releases a shuddering breath and turns to you, burying his head into your neck and starts to cry. Gut wrenching sons that sound so quiet it's most likely he's used to making them that small. Your arms wrap around him tighter as continues to cry, when he's finished you two sit on the bench and he drinks what you've brought out to him.

"You know," you say softly. "I think if Kent and I worked together, we could make a rocket to actually send him to China."

Alex laughs and interlocks your fingers together, he brings your hand to his lips.

"I love you." He says in a dry voice. "I swear when we have kids I'll never do that to you, I'll never leave I swear."

"Aw man that means I'm stuck with you for life?" You say in a sarcastic voice.

Alex looks over and sees your face split into a smile. He pulls you over into a fight hug and says; "Yup."

Looking up at him you place a peck on his lips.

"For life." He says.

"Promise?" You ask.

"Promise." He says.

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Shabbat shalom, here is my rabbi's thought of the week destined to every Jewish student out there suffering from the increased antisemitism in campus.

A Letter to Jewish Students at Universities and Colleges

16 February 2024

Dear Students,

I don’t know if this letter will reach you. Maybe your parents or grandparents will send it on to you, or someone will post it on social media. You might glance at it briefly and see that it is expressly addressed to you, wherever you happen to be. A letter long overdue, but necessary at a time of unprecedented and painful polarisation and turbulence on campus at universities and colleges.

I have spoken to some of you face to face or on Zoom over the past few months since October 7. I know that this is a desperately harrowing and bewildering time, and many of you are searching for companionship and someone to talk to, not only about what is happening in this war between Israel and Hamas, but what is taking place here in the UK – this terrific spike in thoughtless, ignorant and hurtful anti-Jewish incidents and words.

I don’t know how affected you are by the reverberations of the conflict in the Middle East. Your focus may be on your studies, on the daily assignments that must be in by certain deadlines. You may have your own personal preoccupations with family or relationships, with other worldly concerns such as what we are doing to the environment, or the growing gap between rich and poor.

But I am deeply struck by the reports I have heard and read about concerning what is happening at universities – in the lecture theatre, on campus and on social media, in particular.

What does it feel like for someone Jewish to walk past a group of demonstrators holding banners with the words ‘Zionists off our campus’ or ’Stop the Genocide against Palestine’? How do you react when you hear the words of protesters shouting, ‘From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free’? How does it feel when close friends suddenly start to question your loyalties and to blame you for the war in Gaza? How do you respond to the accusation that the bombing of Gaza is the expression of Western imperialism by Jews?

Perhaps you are keeping a low profile, tucking your Magen David underneath your clothes, refusing to share with fellow students or friends your Jewish identity. You may be nervous about ‘coming out’ as Jewish with the huge increase of anti-Jewish incidents on campus and on the streets. And this is understandable – it may be too scary to confront the slogans carried and proclaimed by protesters week after week through city centres.

I wonder if you are someone who wants to – or needs to – speak to friends and fellow students about family or friends in Israel and the terrible trauma of October 7? And why shouldn’t you? A first-year student at [...], a member of the [this shul], said that she was labelled a ‘brainwashed Zionist’ by fellow classmates after she had spoken about friends who had narrowly escaped from the music festival in Israel. The language used against her on social media was so full of hatred that it drove her out of her classes.

Such conduct is unspeakable, as are the death and rape threats against the Jewish chaplain and his wife in [city] who have been forced to go into hiding with their two very young children.

Where is civility? Where is kindness? Where is understanding and intelligent listening and conversation? Where is humility and empathy?

It is a long time since I was at university. Being Jewish wasn’t always comfortable. Students who had never encountered a Jewish person brought their curiosity, but also their prejudices about Judaism, about Jewish history and identity. Few people spoke about the Shoah thirty years after the liberation of Auschwitz. Few books had been published, compared with the plethora on the subject today. There were none of the scores of films and documentaries that emerged in the late nineties and in the years that followed. History stopped with the Russian Revolution.

We have learnt so much more and know so much more. So why are we still so ignorant about each other? Why can’t we learn from history?

We don’t have the answers to the intractable conflict in the Middle East. But we do know that the only way forward is for Israelis and Palestinians to be helped towards a peaceful solution – through political and not military means. We can model that conversation with those out in the streets or on campus by helping them learn something about what it means to be Jewish in today’s world. It takes courage, but done gently and patiently, we can engage in those challenging relationships.

I wish you success in your studies and strength as we navigate this difficult time together.

Shabbat Shalom,

Rabbi [...]

#israel #judaism #jewish #jumblr #frumblr #this is the tag for my text posts #i was worried about posting this and being harassed on the internet and this be used against me but #well #you know

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Ah, Tumblr. Why would they hide my question from you🥲? Here is the rather long question that I wanted to ask.

I've been wondering about Lafayette's interactions with his in-laws—not the Noailles, but his children's. What did he think about his sons-in-law? Did they get along? How did the marriages take place, or anything related to them?

I'm currently in the very long process of writing a novel about Adrienne, now entering the French Revolution, still having a long way to go before any of the Lafayette kids get married. But my God, the French Revolution is stressful as hell to write☹️. I just want my girl to get some rest… And so, I guess I just want to skip ahead to the lighthearted part. While Adrienne’s thoughts and interactions are pretty much all in Virginie’s book, and maybe some in her sister’s memoirs, Mister Lafayette’s is a bit confusing for me because he has so much information from all different sources. (Which brings me to my next question: What book do you recommend for referencing information about Gilbert? It’s too stressful to always go from one source to another for him.😭)

The information on this blog has been immensely helpful! I would have been lost as to where to find the sources that I needed. hope you have a good day, and hold on to your historical passion! 👍☺️

Dear @daydream-247,

first of all, that sounds like a very interesting project! When you come around to publishing something, I would absolutely love to read it! And thank you for your kind word, it is always nice to hear that other people can take something away from what I post and are not annoyed by me. :-)

As to the partners of his children, La Fayette had a very good relationship with all of them. I am actually quite happy that you asked about that part of the family, since this topic is quite dear to my heart. I think there is not enough talk about that – as it is with so many things in La Fayette’s life that have nothing to do with Revolutions and America. The La Fayette’s and their family and friends were so tight nit, so intimate and loving. La Fayette – and also Adrienne, while she was still alive, loved being grand-parents and in La Fayette’s case later great-grandparents. While their children were able to go their own ways in live, they and their families always remained very close to their parents. The children’s marriages were happy ones – not without personal tragedy of course, but they all weathered the challenges thrown at them. To the best of my knowledge, there were no affairs, mistresses, and betrayals in that generation.

But enough of me being fascinated by family dynamics, lets us get to your question! La Fayette wrote on December 1, 1802 to James Madison:

I Live in an Agreable place, About forty Miles from paris. My Children are With me. Georges Has Married the daughter of Tracy whom Mr. Jefferson Has known in the Constituent Assembly and Who is One of His Warmest Admirers. My Elder daughter is the Wife of Charles La tour Maubourg the Youngest Brother of My Olmutz Companion and Has two Lovely Little Girls. My daughter in Law is Within a few Months to Encrease Our family. Georges is Now at turin Where the 11th Rgt of Huzzards Has its Quarters. Virginia, My Younger daughter, will, I think, Be Married Before Long.

“To James Madison from Lafayette, 1 December 1802,” Founders Online, National Archives, https://founders.archives.gov/documents/Madison/02-04-02-0176. [Original source: The Papers of James Madison, Secretary of State Series, vol. 4, 8 October 1802 – 15 May 1803, ed. Mary A. Hackett, J. C. A. Stagg, Jeanne Kerr Cross, Susan Holbrook Perdue, and Ellen J. Barber. Charlottesville: University Press of Virginia, 1998, pp. 166–170.] (01/25/2024)

La Fayette was right concerning Virginie. She married on April 20, 1803. She would probably have married sooner, but La Fayette slipped on the icy pavement that winter and broke his femur close to the hip bone – an injury that is no laughing matter, neither in the 21st nor in the early 19th century. The wedding was postponed, giving La Fayette time to recover.

Let us now have a closer look at the marriages and resulting families of each of Adrienne’s and La Fayette’s children. Anastasie, their oldest surviving child, was the first one to marry. She married Juste-Charles de Faÿ de la Tour-Maubourg. Charles was the younger brother of Marie-Charles-César de Faÿ, comte de la Tour-Maubourg. César was one of La Fayette’s dearest friends. Do you remember this heartbreaking letter La Fayette wrote after Adrienne’s death? That letter was addressed to César, and I have never again seen La Fayette lay his soul and emotions so open – not even in front of Washington.

Charles was for a very, very short time imprisoned as well but quickly freed. After all the prisoners of Olmütz were set free, they settled at Wittmold and were reunited with their respected families. It was there that Anastasie met – or at least fell in love with, Charles. They were married on Mai 8, 1798 in the private chapel in Wittmold by the Abbé Luchet (and oh this blasted certificate of marriage! One day, one day …) They soon started their own family, and it was here that tragedy struck. While both of their twin daughters survived the birth, one died only a few weeks later. Sadly, the little girl is often forgotten and not at all mentioned when La Fayette’s grandchildren are discussed. I will not say much about the grandchildren here in general because firstly, this post would get even longer than it already is (I am so sorry!) and secondly, I have a post in the making going through all of the grandchildren and possible some great-grandchildren – including the ones that died young or were stillborn/miscarried. I feel they should not be left out. Anastasie lost at least two, if not more children and Georges lost at least one daughter. So, different topic for a different post if you do not mind.

What is interesting about Anastasie’s marriage – especially her Noailles relatives appeared to be less than enthusiastic about the match. Anastasie’s aunt, the Marquise de Montague wrote in her own memoirs:

Frau von La Fayette fand die Parthie nicht allein sehr angemessen, sondern auch wie man damals das Recht hatte zu hoffen, sehr vortheilhaft. Der General war von ganzem Herzen damit einverstanden. In Witmold aber schrie man laut dagegen, wie nur das Projekt zur Sprache kam. Herr von Mun behauptete nur bei den Wilden Amerika‘s könne man sich so verheirathen, und Frau von Tessé bestand darauf, man hätte seit Adam und Eva nichts Gleiches gesehen. Die Sarkasmen nüßten Nichts, Frau von La Fayette hielt sich fest, und als Alles unwiderruflich entschieden war, sah man, wie sich die Unzufriedenheit der Frau von Tessé in eine zärtliche und liebenswürdige Sorgsamkeit auflöste.

Marquise of Montague, Anna Pauline Dominika von Noailles, Marquise von Montague – Ein Lebensbild, Münster, Aschendorff, 1871, p. 204.

My translation:

Madame de La Fayette not only thought the match very appropriate, but also, as one had the right to hope at the time, very advantageous. The General was wholeheartedly in favour of it. In Witmold, however, they protested loudly against it as soon as the project was brought up. Mr von Mun [I have no idea who he was] claimed that only among the savages of America one could marry in this way, and Madame de Tessé insisted that nothing like it had been seen since Adam and Eve. The sarcasm was of no avail, Madame La Fayette held her ground, and when everything was irrevocably decided, Mademe de Tessé’s dissatisfaction dissolved into a tender and amiable diligence.

As you see, Adrienne’s and La Fayette’s primary concern was the happiness of their daughter. La Fayette wrote on May 20, 1798 to George Washington:

We Have spent the winter in Holstein, on danish territory, in a Hired Country Seat about Sixty English miles from Hamburgh—My friend Latour Maubourg and His family were with us—we had visits from france and other Countries—(…). Here My eldest daughter Anastasie was Married to Charles Maubourg my friends’ Youngest Brother.

“To George Washington from Lafayette, 20 May 1798,” Founders Online, National Archives, https://founders.archives.gov/documents/Washington/06-02-02-0213. [Original source: The Papers of George Washington, Retirement Series, vol. 2, 2 January 1798 – 15 September 1798, ed. W. W. Abbot. Charlottesville: University Press of Virginia, 1998, pp. 282–285.] (01/25/2024)

I am honestly not quite sure what the problem here was. Since the Noailles part of the family voiced their criticism, the problem seems to lay primarily with Charles. The critics very much still belonged to the “arranged-marriage-for the advancement-of-the-family” generation and I suppose that was the issue. The marriage was not arranged and both the La Fayette’s and the La Tour-Maubourg’s were “ruined” during the French Revolution. There was not much for both parties to expect – beside a happy marriage based on mutual love and affection.

La Fayette at once started to include his new son-in-law in his letter:

My wife, my daughters, my Son in law Beg the tender Homage of their Affection, Gratitude and Respect to Be presented to you, my dear General, and to Mrs Washington (…)

The next one to marry was Georges. He married Françoise Émilie Destutt de Tracy. Just like with his older sister’s husband, there was already a connection between La Fayette and his new in-laws. Émilie’s father, Antoine Louis Claude Destutt de Tracy, was one of La Fayette’s oldest friends. They became friends prior to the French Revolution and both later served in the Chambre des Deputes and had similar political views, they both opposed Napoléon’s rise to power.

Based on his writings alone, Émilie might have been La Fayette’s favourite. He wrote to Thomas Jefferson on January 20, 1802:

My Son Has Returned to His Regiment in Italy—I Expect Him in the Spring, and probably to Marry a Very Amiable daughter to the Senator tracy Whom You Have known as a patriot Member of the Constituent Assembly

“To Thomas Jefferson from Lafayette, 30 January 1802,” Founders Online, National Archives, https://founders.archives.gov/documents/Jefferson/01-36-02-0305. [Original source: The Papers of Thomas Jefferson, vol. 36, 1 December 1801–3 March 1802, ed. Barbara B. Oberg. Princeton: Princeton University Press, 2009, pp. 480–481.] (01/25/2024)

He reported on November 1, 1802, again to Thomas Jefferson:

With me they Now Are Retired into the State of Rural Life Where I am fixed Among the Comforts of An United Loving family—it Has Been, Encreased, as I Did in time inform You, By the Happy Acquisition of an Amiable Daughter in Law (…)

“To Thomas Jefferson from Lafayette, 1 November 1802,” Founders Online, National Archives, https://founders.archives.gov/documents/Jefferson/01-38-02-0551. [Original source: The Papers of Thomas Jefferson, vol. 38, 1 July–12 November 1802, ed. Barbara B. Oberg. Princeton: Princeton University Press, 2011, pp. 616–617.] (01/25/2024)

He wrote on August 18, 1800 to his friend Masclet:

My whole family is now collected at this place, where my aunt had been for many years despairing ever to see us. It has been also for me a great satisfaction to present to her my beloved daughter-in-law Emilie Tracy, now the wife of the happy George, and in whom I find every amiable quality my heart could wish for. I intend conducting the young couple back to Auteuil towards the middle of Fructidor, my return there being hastened by the news of the intended journey wherein General Fitzpatrick and Charles Fox are to meet at Paris.

Jules Germain Cloquet, Recollections of the Private Life of General Lafayette, Baldwin and Cradock, London, 1835, p. 110.

Here is what La Fayette wrote about Émilie to Thomas Jefferson on February 21, 1825, right after the death of her mother:

We intend to Come again from Boston to Newyork, Philadelphia, Washington and to pay you a Visit at Monticello Before we Embark By the Middle of August for france Where We Are Recalled, Sooner than We Expected, By the most lamentable death of mde de tracy george’s Mother in law. I Have urged My Son to Return immediately But His generous wife, who is a tender daughter to me, Had on the first moment of the loss, adjured Him not to leave me, and it is a Great Motive for Me to Make as much Haste As We Can With propriety do it.

“To Thomas Jefferson from Marie-Joseph-Paul-Yves-Roch-Gilbert du Motier, marquis de Lafayette, 21 February 1825,” Founders Online, National Archives, https://founders.archives.gov/documents/Jefferson/98-01-02-4986. [This is an Early Access document from The Papers of Thomas Jefferson: Retirement Series. It is not an authoritative final version.] (01/25/2024)

La Fayette wrote much about Émilie and all that he wrote was very positive. What he wrote about his sons-in-law was different – not to say that there was less affection, but it was, at least on paper, expressed differently. Now, why was that? It could be for personal reasons, La Fayette simply “clicked” better with Émilie. It could be because Émilie spend much more time with and around La Fayette than his sons-in-law did. It could be because, by social convention, you would and could write differently about your daughter-in-law then about your sons-in-law. Lastly, and that is just a hunch of mine, Émilie, as a woman, was the one to bear the children. For La Fayette children were definitely in the female domain – not because he necessarily thought that childbirth should be a women’s only purpose but because I think he understood and valued that the birth of a child was the result of a great deal of pain and work on the women’s side and a, while biological important, negatable part on the man’s part. In short, I like to imagine that the thanked and valued Émilie for her hard work in making him a grandfather.

La Fayette addressed and described Émilie as his daughter, he wrote about having “three daughters” (to James Madison, August 28, 1826). While the same sentiment was definitely present in the relationships with his sons-in-law, I think he never put it quite that distinctly to paper. But enough about Émilie, let us move on to the last couple.

As I have already mentioned Virginie married Louis de Lasteyrie du Saillant, Marquis de Lasteyrie on April 20, 1803. I believe that Louis was a nephew of a friend of La Fayette but I would need to check that again. Louis died quite young, aged 46 in 1826 and he was buried on the ground reserved for the La Fayette family on the Picpus Cemetery. He was buried there after Adrienne and before La Fayette.

Things were looking pretty good on the domestic front for La Fayette. Within five years, all of his children were happily married and two of them had already little families of their own. What was probably most important, despite her failing health, Adrienne saw all three of her surviving children marry.

In letters to his friends, particular to Thomas Jefferson, La Fayette never forgot to give updates not only about himself but also about his children and their families. He often asked for them to be remembered to people just like he wanted to be remembered. He gave also updates on the military careers of his sons-in-law. Louis entered the Light Dragoons in 1804, leaving the army as a Colonel. Charles and George often served in closely related positions. They both realized that being attached to La Fayette would make advancement in the army difficult and so both of them left the army eventually. Neither of them seemed to hold any grudges.

That much in “short”. Now, as to books – the unsatisfactory answer is: It depends? Are you looking for a general overview, an overview about a specific topic, a political analyses, a character analysis, something critical, a personal account, something contemporary or something that was written much later, a collection of anecdotes to flesh out La Fayette’s character? There are sources for all of this, but they all serve different purposes.

I hope I could help you out and give you a starting point for your research. A chapter about the love lives of Anastasie, Georges and Virginie could definitely serve as a little cheer-up chapter between the French Revolution and Adrienne’s death – both for the readers and your characters. Happy writing and I hope you have/had a lovely day!

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skzpixiekaifei · 3 months

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Summary: Fei Kai moved to South Korea to get a fresh start. The fresh start included a man with curly hair and glasses.

Story warnings: Single mother! Kai x Ex military! Changbin. Strangers to lovers. Enemies to lovers. 3rd person. Disabled! Changbin. Kai flirts with people as always. Suggestive in many chapters. Themes of PTSD.

CW: Familial issues, Depictions of violence, Kai's brother is a sociopath, Angst, hurt/comfort

2.2k word count

Taglist: @mynameisnotlaura, @palindrome969

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Chapter 7: Mother dearest

“Mom?” Kai asked, eyes widening slightly as her mouth dropped a little.

“Kai!” She cheered, rushing forward and hugging the woman. Kai didn’t hug back, hell, her body even stiffened. The woman pouted childishly, pulling back from Kai. “You know how long we had to find you? My baby, not talking to her mother in four years! Are you trying to hurt my feelings?”

“Mom-” She was cut off by the landline ringing, and she had to wrangle herself from her mother’s arms, going to answer it. Kai’s mother protested, and it reminded Changbin of those kids that threw a tantrum of they didn’t get the correct candy.

“Hello?... Yes, this is her.... What?!” Kai shouted suddenly, Changbin rushed over to figure out what was happening, Kai’s mouth open in shock. “Okay, I’ll be right there.” She hung up, grabbing a zip up and keys, dashing out the door. Changbin’s eyes widened as he was left home alone with Kai’s family.

Eyes turned to him, expectantly, and he gulped. “You guys like tea?”

“My baby,” Kai held Duri, who lay on a hospital bed. Duri groaned, trying to push away her mother’s hands but Kai was stronger than she looked. Duri gave up after a few tries, eye twitching as Kai looked over her once more.

“Mom, it was just a fall. I’m fine.” Duri tried to comfort her mother, like she had done this before.

“’just a fall’, she says. Honey, you have a concussion!” Kai scolded. “After the doctor comes by, we are going home. That camo should’ve called me-”

“Mommy.” Duri said sternly, making the older woman pause. “I’m fine. I just want to go home.”

“Of course, baby.” Kai kissed her daughter’s head, getting a hum from the girl. A knock sounded at the door, and Kai stood immediately, bowing to the doctor who opened the door.

“Can we have Gyeran bap for breakfast?” Duri asked when Kai turned the handle for the apartment.

“Probably. Let me ask Changbin if he would be down.” Kai commented, opening the door and unzipping her zip up.

“Duri!” Her mother’s voice snapped Kai out of it, and she remembered who was exactly there. Changbin seemed visibly relieved to see Kai, sat in between her mother and her brother.

Duri blankly stared at the older woman before hiding behind her, head peeking out from her mother’s legs. Kai frowned, kneeling to help Duri slide off her shoes, followed by her own. Kai’s mother frowned, pouting yet again. Her father set a hand on his wife’s shoulder, speaking to her lowly in Mandarin.

“Hye-Jin, she was young when she left. She probably doesn’t remember you,” and that sentence made her pout more.

“Mom? Who are those people?” Duri asked, pointing to her grandparents. Hye-Jin audibly gasped, it was as if you had just stabbed her dog.

“Kai-ah, you didn’t tell our granddaughter about us?” Bo, her brother, frowned, but it seemed like he was just putting on a facade in front of Changbin.

“Bin, what do you think of Gyeran Bap for breakfast?” Kai ignored her uninvited guests. Changbin nodded, standing up to go into the kitchen with the two women. Duri yelled happily when she saw Changbin, running to greet him and hug the man. Changbin smiled, before picking up the child, sitting her on the counter. Kai moved to start rinsing her rice.

Kai’s wrist was grabbed by Bo, who sneered. “Don’t ignore us, Kai.” Kai glared up at her older brother.

“You came here, uninvited. I have every right to kick you guys out, so count your blessings that I haven’t done it yet.” She tugged her wrist back, pushing her attention back to rinsing her rice.

“Changbin-ah, this is what she does!” Hye-Jin wailed, making Kai stiffen. “She treats us like dirt, and doesn’t even let me see my grandbaby. What a horrible daughter she is!”

Kai sighed, trying to ignore her mother as Changbin looked taken aback. Her father started to agree, making Kai roll her eyes. “Don’t you guys have a hotel to get to? My apartment isn’t fit to hold seven people.” Kai lied through her teeth.

Her father agreed, making Hye-Jin whine again. “Fine, have fun with your boyfriend.” Hye-Jin grumbled, making Kai turn to her mother with a glare.

“He’s not my boyfriend!” She shouted at her mother. “Get out!” The three left soon after, Bo giving her the stink eye as they left. Kai breathed through her nose heavily, trying to ignore the way her chest fluttered when her mother called Changbin her boyfriend.

She grabbed an egg, cracking it harshly on the pan. She held the spatula with shaking hands, still breathing heavily. She was so in her head that she almost jumped when a hand encapsulated her own.

“Kai,” Changbin muttered in her ear, making her melt a little. “Calm down, yeah?” Kai sighed, relaxing against her roommate, and nodded. She blamed her face growing red from the heat of the steam of the frying eggs. “Want to talk about it?”

Kai shook her head, before plating up the food for Duri. She started to plate up Changbin’s food, before turning the stove off. She slipped away from Changbin and kissed her daughter’s head.

“Mommy? What about you?” Duri asked when Kai padded down the hallway. Kai turned to her daughter and smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“I’m not hungry.” She said, before entering her small studio, shutting the door softly. Her stomach disagreed with her, but she didn’t want to let them worry about her.

Kai groaned when her curtains to the studio were ripped open, making Kai groan. It had been days since she left the studio, and Changbin was getting sick of it. But he decided to get Minho to do it, not daring to ruin the peace the two had finally gotten.

“Get up,” Minho told her, hands on his hips.

“Get out, Minho.” Kai groaned, turning to get away from the light. What she didn’t account for was his stubbornness. She shrieked when he picked her up, taking her to her shower and dumping her in the water.

Kai gasped, feeling the freezing water run down her body. Her mind raced a mile a minute, before settling on that one memory from her childhood that she seemed to have forgotten.

Kai screamed when Bo trapped her under the freezing water. They were visiting her grandparents in Korea during the winter, and they had lived by a body of water. Kai gulped down the water, coughing and spluttering when he hadn’t let up, water flowing into her lungs.

She went rigid, letting her hair fall forward when it got too heavy on her head. Minho paused, looking at Kai in a state of curiosity.

Changbin came running at the sound of a thud, the food he was cooking long forgotten. He looked at the scene in front of him, eyes widening in shock. Minho sat on the ground, hand caressing his cheek where Kai had slapped him. Kai was heavily breathing, tears welling up in her eyes as she rushed out of the stream of water and slamming the door to the studio.

After Changbin had given Minho a bag of ice to hold to his cheek, he came storming into the studio, the door opening with another slam. Her neighbours will be complaining to the landlord about this.

“What the hell is your problem?” He yelled at her, not noticing the way her eyes were red from crying. Hell, the tears were still flowing down her cheeks when he barged in. “You hole yourself up in the studio for days, leave raising your kid to me, and then slapping Minho when he tried to help you?”

“My health is nothing of concern!” Kai yelled back, standing up. “Not after the stunt you pulled a few days ago!”

“What? With your parents?” He huffed, exasperated. “They were plenty decent to me! Now I’m believing that your mother was right!”

Silence followed. Kai stared at him like he grew two heads, before a small sob left her lips. She crumpled to the ground, a faraway look behind her eyes. Changbin rolled his eyes, before growing increasingly worried when she stared into the distance.

“Kai, I-”

“Get out.” Kai said sternly. Changbin’s eyes widened, not moving until Kai looked up at him, a look that would’ve rivaled Minho’s. “Get. Out.”

He followed her instructions quickly, not wanting to anger her more.

“That’s what happened,” Changbin sighed to his friends, recounting the fight the two had. Jeongin stood up, his face filling with a rage that many would not have seen on the young man.

“Hyung, you are so stupid.” He started, shaking his head twice. “She hasn’t told you about her parents, has she?”

Changbin looked at the younger guy, face contorted in visible confusion. He shook his head, making Jeongin sigh, rubbing his temples. “It’s not my story to tell, but I’m going to comfort the girl you upset.” He glared at Changbin, before leaving to comfort his friend.

Changbin stared dumbfounded at the youngest, thoughts running through his head. He groaned, setting his head in his hands. “I messed things up again, haven't I?”

“Yep,” A collective agreement came from the group. His jaw fell open, Han laughing at his friend’s unfortunate circumstance.

“Men are so dumb,” Jeongin said to Duri as he got Kai’s favorite sweet, a new-York style cheesecake. “Stay your age forever, life only gets harder.”

Kai slapped her friend’s arm, reassuring a confused six-year-old. “Don’t mind him, jagi.” She leaned over and kissed her daughter’s head, confusing the child more.

Changbin popped his head in the doorway, a guilt ridden look on his face. Kai groaned, and Jeongin sighed. “C’mon girl, let's go to the park. You can tell me all the shit you have on your classmates.” He picked her up, passing by Changbin and looking at him with a look.

“Don’t corrupt my daughter!” Kai yelled after the two.

“You’re no fun!” Jeongin called back, and then the front door closed. The two roommates stared at each other, before Changbin spoke first.

“I’m sorry. For everything.” He said softly, and Kai nodded. He stepped forward, head tilting in confusion when she turned away from him, a frown etched on her features.

“I know. But it still hurt.” Kai whispered, setting the now-empty dish into the sink to start washing it. “Do you know how bad it hurts to hear someone you consider a friend agree with your mother of all things?”

“If I may ask, why are you so against your parents?” Changbin came up beside her, hand on the small of her back. Kai sighed, running her wet hands through her hair, the strands sticking to her hands.

“I think it would be better if I told you over wine.”

“Okay, where to start...” Kai sighed. “My parents never wanted me. They hadn’t said it to me directly, but I know what It’s like. They never said I love you to me, never cared for me.” She crossed her legs, leaning against her cushion, staring off into the distance. She held the glass of wine in her hands, taking occasional sips.

Changbin sat opposite her, eyebrows furrowed. His parents had passed a few years ago, his sister too busy with her own family to pay attention to him. But he grew up in a stable environment, not understanding what it was like not having a good relationship with parents.

“My parents always took my brother’s side. He was ten years older than me, but he still would act like a child. He was jealous that I took our parents attention, so he made my life a living hell.” Kai played with the fray of her old shirt. “My parents would scold me for trying to fight back, and it didn’t matter what I did. Hell, I even graduated two years older for them to even say they were proud of me.” She spat hatefully, chugging back the red liquid.

“When I was... seven, I think. My brother found me extra annoying that day, and he took a butter knife,” She made a stabbing motion on her sternum, pulling to shirt’s neckline to reveal a faint scar. “He stabbed me, fracturing my bone. I'm lucky he didn’t hit anything important, though. My maternal grandmother took me to the hospital because my parents were too busy fawning over my brother to notice their other child.”

Changbin looked like he was going to murder someone, making Kai take his hands softly. “Don’t worry, Bin. I’m... coping.”

Changbin leaned over, hugging her to his chest tightly. “I’m so sorry, Kai.” He mumbled, feeling like he was going to cry. “I shouldn’t have invited them in.”

Kai snorted. “Bin,” she said, making him hum in acknowledgment. “It’s not your fault my family fucking sucks.”

Changbin pulled back. “I say we invite them to dinner,” he held up a palm when Kai went to speak. “We show them that you are way better than them. We invite the rest of the guys, and we show them that you have not thought of them once.” Kai broke out laughing, before nodding.

“Okay, sounds like a plan.” She stood up, grabbing the empty glass and kissing his cheek without thinking twice about it. She turned and left, leaving a frozen Changbin on the couch. Kai hummed happily, washing the glasses with care.

Kai felt ten times lighter, and Changbin couldn’t ignore the way that he wanted to kiss her.

Pov: Bo that one scene

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mysticstarlightduck · 13 days

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OC Interview Tag

Thank you so much for the tag, @kaylinalexanderbooks!!!! (here)

I'll go with Nimwen from Of Starlight and Beasts because I don't think I've done one of these for her yet!

Are you named after anyone?

"I was named after my paternal grandmother. My parents' marriage was severely looked down upon by my mother's side of the family, because Dad wasn't of noble birth. They decided to choose the name because it was a nice keeping my grandma's memory alive but also a little bit as a way to stick it to my maternal grandparents. Her relatives never really got over their union, and didn't rest until they got the King himself - who was apparently a family friend - to annul my parents' marriage. Her family then arranged for Mom to marry some random noble from a 'proper House' - despite her protests - and cast my father and I out of their social circle."

When was the last time you cried?

"Hmm. That's uh... quite the question, isn't it? Very personal all of the sudden, y'know (her hands squirm and she laughs awkwardly). Let's just say... I have nightmares, and some of them are more... severe than others and sometimes end up crying because of it. I had one recently. I won't go into detail about the dreams though - that's not for you to know. Only Scarlet knows, and even he doesn't know the extra gory details."

Do you have kids?

"Certainly not! I'm barely a grownup and I don't think I should be left in charge of anyone other than myself - Scarlet is always going on like (she mimics her adoptive brother's voice and tone) 'why don't you take care of yourself?' or 'didn't you think this through before doing it? Again, Nim?', so maybe I perhaps might not be the most responsible person to grace this earth. I know, shocking. (giggles). But in all seriousness, I have far too much going on in my life to even think about something like that in the coming years - unless you count my friend Syp as a kid, because he's the youngest of our bunch and is always following me like a little shadow."

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

"No, not really. I'm usually too nervous about hurting someone's feelings or being misunderstood in what I'm trying to say or causing a mess, to the point that I somehow end up just fumbling over my words and making a fool out of myself. Scarlet is the king of sarcasm though, he always knows what to say or how to come up with a sarcastic quip at the right timing. I'm not that lucky (laughs awkwardly). He says I'm fine the way I am and that I don't need to change to be like others, but I do wish I was more eloquent like him."

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

"If they're dangerous or could be a potential threat. I've learned the hard way not to trust too many strangers and still struggle with a lot of... ghosts from my past, per se, looking to strike me down so I've got to be on the lookout for anyone that looks like they could work for the King or the Royal Guard. I also notice their stance and if I can use the terrain around us to my advantage to escape if need be."

What’s your eye colour?

"Dark blue, like my Mom's! I've got Dad's long strawberry blond hair to remember him by though, so that's nice. It's like I've got a little bit of both of them with me at all times - which is comforting, and sad, and a little bit weird. But nice."

Scary movies or happy endings?

"Happy endings, happy endings all the way! I hate scary stories - there's enough terror, and gore and violence and hatred in our world, why should we be subjected to those things in the very fiction that is meant to let us escape it? I hate when the other kids in our bunch start telling horror stories when we're gathered around the campfire - it usually leaves me up all night thinking about it! I know this is probably very silly of me. But I still don't like scary stories one bit and I will keep not liking them until the end of time itself because I don't like being scared."

Any special talents?

"I'm very good at hiding - when you're the daughter of someone who was executed for treason he didn't commit, you learn to hide like your life depends on it, because it really does. Scarlet has also taught me how to shoot the bow and arrow, and I'm... average at it. If I really, really focus I can hit close to the target of my choice, or even hit the target itself if I'm lucky, but if I have to do so whilst moving that arrow is missing the target by a mile. I also know how to sew and embroider, as well as play the harp, which are things my father taught me when I was a child and I haven't really done in a while, so I wouldn't know whether or not I'm still any good at it."

Where were you born?

"I was born in the city of Sylla - which used to belong to another kingdom but was annexed by Tirawen around forty years ago. My Mom comes from a long line of Tirawenian nobles, who moved to Sylla when she was a child because they were given land - a lot of land - in the conquered terrioty by the royal family. My Dad came from a local family of much humbler standing, and he'd risen in the ranks of society by pursuing a career as dyplomat. It didn't end well, as you probably already realized."

Do you have any pets?

"Scarlet has a pet hawk called Arrow! I consider it my pet as well. My brother has trained Arrow to carry messages for us and to hunt. Sometimes he also sends it to scout terrain ahead to check if it's safe for us to pass. Arrow is the most adorable, cutest little bird of prey you'll ever hope to meet! He loves snacks and always chirps happily when you pet his feathers!"

What sort of sports do you play?

"Oh, many! The other kids in our little group of 'outlaws' are always coming up with new things to spend our time doing, so I'm never bored! If anything I'm the opposite. I'm also very good at running, climbing and jumping! And as I mentioned I have a passable knowledge of archery."

How tall are you?

"I would say average height, I never really put much thought into measuring my height, but I seem to be somewhere in the middle between tall and short. Scarlet is very, very tall, so I don't think he counts as a comparison, but my height is similar to that of most of our friends."

What was your favourite subject in school?

"... I uh, didn't really get to attend any of the schools and academies of the kingdom. With the whole 'my dad getting beheaded for treason' ordeal happened when I was really young so I didn't really get a chance. But I think I would've liked to attend the royal academies - I used to love books!!! I still do, but there aren't many opportunities to read when you're living in the forests as an outlaw."

What is your dream job?

"Okay, now, don't laugh, but when I was a little kid I used to dream of growing up to be a pirate - I loved reading tales about pirate adventures and the sort, and couldn't wait to see the ocean one day. I even got a cute little pirate costume for my sixth birthday! But I do realize now real life pirates probably aren't really that nice though. Nowadays I would say my dream job is to become something like a physician or an apothecary - I would love to help more people, especially those who don't have the means to afford healing, because the kingdom all too often tends to forget they exist."

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some people are so chronically online that they forget most of the queer community is still oppressed in real life. Claiming identity anonymously on a queer dominated website doesn't mean that we are given equal rights by the government or the fact that it directly effects our chances of employment/getting into colleges and how suddenly most people in our close vicinity wouldn't start treating us differently. It's so funny to me when people claim that most of us are queer because it's a trend now, my brother in christ there were as many of us during your grandparents generation as there are now the only difference is we have the platforms that can help us hide from bigots and direct harm while expressing ourselves.

#like a child. a fucking 16 y.o who just wanted to live his life and follow hobbies they like and have a supporting parent #yall had to bully them so much to the point they kill themselves??? and then you have the gall to say 'oh everyone's queer' these days #you deny and degrade our existence and in the same breath claim we are dominating you #we don't even normal human rights you fuckers #thank god i don't have insta #i literally want to scream and cry like why is is so impossible for people to be normal and humane #why is it impossible for yall to just let people exist why are SO fucking nosy and hateful #justiceforpranshu #queer #lgbtqia

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Chances - Chapter 18

Summary: The truth behind Jordan's past is finally being revealed to the boys in its full detail.

This was supposed to be one big chapter, but it ended up being way too big so I'm separating it into two different parts.

Chapter 17 <<< >>> Chapter 19

TW// SA Attempt, Blood, Gore

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Jordan could feel her heart leap into her throat after hearing Marko’s request, she almost thought she was going to vomit again. Marko only waited patiently to see if she would finally unveil whatever truths she was hiding.

“Of all the things you could’ve asked for, why that?” Jordan pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged herself, Marko scooted closer to her.

“Why not? It doesn’t seem like a hard question.” Marko knew he was being a bit of an ass, but he was also tired of waiting and found his chance to finally learn about her life.

“Well, it’s a sensitive question for me. If I tell you how I became a vampire, I would have to most likely tell you my whole life story. And quite frankly, I’m not ready for that yet.” She still wasn’t budging, but then Paul sighed dramatically.

“C’mon Jordan, that’s boring! You can’t just chicken out of truth or dare. Besides, I’m down for a good story.” He leaned against a log while casually roasting a marshmallow over the fire, almost oblivious to how Jordan was feeling.

“Good story?” Jordan was confused.

“You not telling us means it’s drama filled, and if anyone loves drama it’s me.”

“If you’re afraid we’ll judge you, we won’t. There ain’t nothing you can tell us that’ll scare us.” Dwayne seemed to be more gentle and sincere about what he said, but it brought little comfort to Jordan.

Jordan sat there, silently not knowing what to do. A part of her never wanted to revisit the horrible memories that plagued her but at the same time, she wasn’t even sure why she didn’t want to tell them. She figured it was the fear of how they’d react to the information, would they laugh at her? Would they push her away in anger or fear? Or would they sympathize with her story and find it emotionally moving? There was only one way to find out.

She finally unlatched her arms from herself and made a decision. “Can you guys promise to handle this story with some maturity?” She looked at everyone collectively and they all nodded without saying anything.

“I promise, you have our full attention.” Marko scooted right next to her and rubbed her shoulder reassuringly.

“Alright, well it’s a long story so…get comfortable.” She watched as Paul repositioned himself to lean against a log so he was more comfortable and Laddie had moved to Dwayne’s spot to use him as a glorified pillow as he was already a bit drowsy and most likely would fall asleep soon. And Marko sat behind Jordan sprawling out his legs on both of her sides and hugged her midsection.

“You have our attention, fire away Jordan.” David lit another cigarette ready to hear what she had to say.

“Okay, I think I should start from when I first got to Santa Carla in ‘86…”

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An agonizingly long drive has finally brought Jordan’s family to Santa Carla all the way from Utah. Her parents had told her that moving to a new place would be the start of something great. Jordan admired her parent’s optimism, but then she also couldn’t help but remember the fact they were moving to this new town to live in the house of her now deceased grandparents. Back in Hurricane, Utah she had to worry about the amount of judgmental stares and bullying that occurred, now she was thinking that she was going to have to worry about ghosts of her grandparents watching her sleep.

“Ocean looks great, I’ve always dreamed of living in a place like this. Doesn’t that look beautiful Jordan?” Her mother turned around to look at her daughter.

“Huh? Oh yeah, it’s nice.” She pulled herself from her thoughts and answered.

“I think we’ll fit into this place nicely, everyone here looks so lively.” Jane looked out the window at the many people who were doing their own things around town.

Jordan noticed how strange the people out here were, the fashion sense of the many residents looked straight out of an MTV music video. Everyone minded their own business and looked like they were having the time of their lives. She saw punks all in a group together, jocks all playing basketball, metalheads blasting their music on porches. All foreign sights to behold, people who did this back at her old town would be lambasted by anyone of higher status. And considering how she was considered the town pariah for beating the shit out of her bully and befriending weird animals, she felt like she’d end up finding a lot in common with these people.

After a few more minutes of driving, they pulled up to a two story house sort of isolated from the rest of town. It was surrounded by trees and had a power line running through the backyard. Compared to their own home, this place was much grander in scale.

“Well, we’re here. I’m ready to take a nap.” Jordan’s father stepped out of the car stretching after the long drive and soon her mother followed. Jordan stepped out of the car and took in the exterior of the house, the paint was chipping a bit and it had a sort of Victorian feel to it. Jordan watched as her parents went inside the home meanwhile she decided to explore around outside the house first. She saw a few potted plants now left with the old wilted flowers that were neglected and plenty of gardening tools left leaned up against the wall of the house. Upon exploring further, she reached the back of the house which was relatively overgrown with grass in need of a trim. But she saw one thing that caught her eye, two doors leading into the basement of the home. She’d never been allowed down there whenever she’d come visit, she wanted to take a look but there seemed to be a lock keeping the doors from being opened. Jordan pondered the door for a few more minutes before leaving to go back to the front of the house. Before she could make it though, she heard a rustle coming from some bushes.

After approaching the bush, she pulled some leaves apart to see what made the sound. She was greeted by a black cat with two pearly fangs protruding from its mouth. It stared at her with its piercing yellow eyes, she felt like it was speaking to her mentally. She reached over to pet it, only for the cat to scratch her finger. It wasn’t severe, just enough for it to draw a single drop of blood. Jordan flipped off the cat before wiping the blood on her pants and retreating inside the house.

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“Damn, I didn’t know you came all the way from Utah.” Paul said while eating his sweet treat fresh off the fire.

“What was it like?” Star asked.

“The town was relatively quiet, not a whole lot to do. It was extra awful for me though, I was the town pariah. Nobody liked me.” Jordan said somewhat dejectedly. She wasn’t too hurt by that fact anymore, but it still hurt to admit.

“Why didn’t people like you?” Laddie asked.

“I’m not too sure to be honest, although I did a lot of weird things so I guess that didn’t help too much. Like one time I befriended a possum and brought him to school for show and tell. I also throttled my bully after she kicked a cat.” Jordan then thought for a moment “Actually, the town pariah thing is making a little more sense.”

All the boys laughed at the story and David decided to add on to the story train.

“Well that isn’t too strange out here, Marko brought home some rats and named them and everything. But we had to get rid of them because they kept shitting all over everything, and Laddie ate one of them.”

Jordan looked at David shocked. “The kid doesn’t have rabies or anything right?” She motioned at Laddie who looked confused.

“Dwayne, what’s rabies?”

“Nothing you need to worry about.” Dwayne quickly answered him, glaring at Jordan.

“Can we get back to the story? I wanna hear more from you.” Marko rested his head on Jordan’s shoulder giving her his irresistible puppy eyes.

“Alright, only because you’re being so sweet.”

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Jordan had helped her parents get all of their belongings into the house and after some time spent organizing, the sun had already gone down and they weren’t too sure on what to do. Jordan’s mother had suggested going out to check out the town, so that’s ultimately what ended up happening. Jane and Harold took the car to check out the town and Jordan took her motorcycle to the boardwalk. She’d seen its status as a popular tourist attraction, so she decided to see what the fuss was all about.

The night was full of life and there wasn’t a single empty part of the boardwalk, even just pulling up she saw plenty of cars, families walking to and from the boardwalk, and just tons of people in general. After getting off her bike she walked towards the bright neon sign that said “Boardwalk” and upon passing underneath, she saw that the crowds of people did not slow down in the slightest. There were many rides adorning every inch of the place with its passengers screaming in fear and delight as they all operated. While she didn’t have any particular goal in mind for something to do at the boardwalk, she was drawn to one event occurring on the beach. It was a concert of some band she hadn’t ever heard of before. She leaned on the railing facing the ocean and watched the performance.

The performance was lively and bustling with people all dancing along to the music that reverberated through the whole beach and boardwalk. The band named the Hellhounds, stood on the stage performing a cover of “Talking in your sleep” by the Romantics. They all adorned glam-like outfits yet also felt metal at the same time, it was a mix in between the two. They all had some form of shaggy hair and sported black leather jackets and pants with each member having some colorful accents unique to each other. Jordan was captivated by their vibes alone, she’d never seen anyone dressed this way even back from where she was from. The only taste she ever had was from the music videos she saw on MTV. She already was enthralled with the band, but there was one member who she couldn’t take her eyes off of.

The lead singer stood on stage singing his heart out to the song, his voice was smooth. Almost unnaturally smooth as he nailed every part of his vocal performance, Jordan could practically feel herself being hypnotized by the sound of his voice alone. His looks didn’t help that fact either, he had long shaggy black hair with some blue highlights. His jacket also matched his hair with it being mainly black with some blue sown on patterns, and at some point during the performance he turned around during an instrumental break and Jordan saw that on the back of his jacket that there was a painted on picture of what looked to be a smiling dog with sharp teeth and horns. The bassist also did the same thing and she saw the same design, but theirs was red instead of blue. She came to the conclusion that every member had the same logo on their backs as well, she was also certain that it was their band logo.

The performance soon came to an end and once they finished, each member came forward to the front of the stage and gave a bow to the audience who applauded the excellent performance. Jordan also applauded as she had genuinely enjoyed the act as well, she scanned the crowd and felt giddy seeing all of these supportive and happy people coming together to have fun. But when she looked at the stage again, she was greeted by the lead singer who was staring dead at her. She locked eyes with him, he had a very devious smile on his face while he stared at her. She froze not knowing what to do, she then saw him lean to the bassist and whisper something into his ear. The bassist took a glance at her and laughed, giving the lead singer a pat on the back before finally walking off stage. Jordan watched them all leave and decided to also leave to find something to eat. She didn’t know what the guy’s deal was but she dismissed what happened as just a weird occurrence thinking he was mocking her. She wasn’t too bothered by that, but she still couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking.

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“The Hellhounds…” David said while smoking a cigarette.

“I’m assuming you’ve heard of them?” Jordan asked.

“Well, yes. I’ve heard of them but I never really liked them, they looked like a bunch of idiots and dressed like whores.” The other boys looked at David offended.

“Seriously…” Dwayne gave him a look while Paul pretended to wipe tears from his eyes.

“THEN WHAT ARE WE TO YOU?” Paul pointed a finger accusingly at David.

“Whores…but you’re MY whores. Maybe if you all put on proper shirts I’d think differently.”

“Whatever, but speaking of showing skin…did you always used to look like this?” Marko referred to Jordan who was back to sporting her usual red crop top which matched his own white one.

“Actually, this may be hard to believe but…I used to have long hair before this shit happened. Dress-wise it hasn’t changed too much.” Everyone looked rather shocked because they had a hard time picturing her with long hair like most other girls had.

“No way, you got any photos?” Paul looked curiously.

“Maybe, ask my parents. They would know. Anyways, let me continue because we still have quite a ways to go.”

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Jordan had found a small quiet area to eat her food at, there were people but they were all just friend groups who were here to have fun. She ate a tray of garlic fries by herself while she had whipped out her sketchbook drawing the logo she saw the band members wearing on their jackets. She wasn’t really sure why she liked it so much, but she thought it looked really cool. She had even thought about tattooing it onto her arm, although she would likely have to ask the band permission to do so. She had finished drawing it and gazed at her work proudly.

“That’s some nice work you got there.” Before Jordan could react a stranger grabbed her book off the table and looked at the drawing on the page.

“Hey give my shit back dude!” She turned around looking at the figure who took her book and was met with the lead singer from the performance she had just watched. He looked at her with a cocky smile and gave her book back.

“My apologies, I just couldn’t help but notice you drawing our band logo in your book. It was so captivating I had to take a look.”

Jordan looked back at him somewhat flustered, feeling embarrassed. “Oh my bad, didn’t mean to yell. If you want to look at my book then just ask next time.”

She placed the book back onto the table and the guy ended up taking a seat next to her, he didn’t sit too close leaving at least a foot of space in between them.

“I will take note of that for the future.” He leaned onto the table and stared at her.

“Um, listen I just wanted to say, I loved your performance. You have a really nice voice.” Jordan looked at him feeling very giddy seeing him stare at her the way he did. A part of her thought it was a little creepy, but at the same time it was better than the way people looked at her back in Utah.

“I get that a lot, my mom told me that all the time when I was younger and now I’m here. Also, are you new around here?”

“How did you know?”

“I come here a lot, so I can tell a local from a stranger. Are you a tourist, or are you here to stay?”

“I just got here today, I’m from Utah.” The singer’s eyes widened.

“Really? No shit. I mean you really do stick out like a sore thumb around here. Trust me though, you’ll love it here.” He placed a rough hand onto her shoulder.

“Well I came here to get out of that place, I wasn’t liked all that much back at home. So I’m hoping for better results out here, and from what it looks like it’s already working out just fine.” She was referring to him being so kind to her.

“Just giving you a hearty welcome, you ever have any questions about this place. Just ask me…speaking of questions. What’s your name?”

“Jordan. What’s yours?”

“Viktor.”

They both shook hands as an official greeting to each other, Viktor kept his gaze on her the whole time. Jordan was flattered by his hospitality, but at the same time she wondered why he seemed to like her so much.

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“So that was his name…” Marko commented.

“What do you mean by that?” Jordan looked back at him confused.

“I saw him a couple of times and really wasn’t a fan of him, he was such a cocky piece of shit.”

“I hate to say it babe, but you really aren’t too different.” Marko gave her the dirtiest look he could muster.

“Shut up.”

“It’s true…” Jordan shrugged, then Marko let out the cutest growl because he very well knew it was true as well.

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One thing led to another and Jordan grew accustomed to her life in Santa Carla, she really loved living there. She got a job on the boardwalk and made some new friends, but the main thing she was most happy with was her friendship with Viktor. In truth, she had many questions about Santa Carla and would take his offer of asking him about things she had heard about the town. Like how someone from her job had mysteriously disappeared one day and then a friend told her about how Santa Carla was the murder capital of the world. She approached him about the question at some point when they were hanging out together.

“Is Santa Carla really the murder capital of the world?” She looked at him while he drank a beer.

“Well, people die all the time. Whether it be a natural, intentional or freak accident. What would the world be if people didn’t die all the time?” He shrugged at her.

“I guess that makes sense.” She really didn’t understand but she chose not to push the topic. She pulled up her sleeve to show him her tattoo which was in the process of healing. “What do you think about my tattoo so far? I think it’s healing quite nicely.”

“Looks goddamn beautiful. I want to convince my bandmates to get matching tattoos, but they are a bunch of bitches.” They both laughed at what he said.

“You guys always wear those leather jackets so I don’t think it would make much of a difference either way.”

They both continued talking about life and their aspirations when Jordan asked Viktor a question about his future.

“So, what are your plans for the future? You guys seem pretty popular here, are you ever gonna go on tour or something?” She looked up at him, his face was thoughtful.

“Maybe…haven’t really thought about it.”

“Why? Don’t you wanna be like a proper rockstar and go perform worldwide?” Jordan was surprised by his answer considering his profession.

“There’s a few reasons, one being that I love Santa Carla too much to leave. This place is goddamn perfect, but there is another reason.” Viktor turned his attention to Jordan. “You…”

Jordan’s face turned beet red at his confession, no one had ever said anything like this to her face before.

“You’re kidding right?”

“I’ve never been more serious.”

“But why? What do I have that’s so special compared to anyone else?”

Viktor grabbed Jordan’s shoulders and pulled her close to him, “You got a good balance of all my favorite traits in a lover. You’re kind, naive and you’re beautiful.”

He kept his hold on her and rocked her back and forth to the faint music being played from the boardwalk. She wrapped her own arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder.

“That has to be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, thank you.” She looked up at him and he gave her a warm smile, it was a smile of genuine love. He loved her and she loved him back, despite the fact they hadn’t even known each other for all that long. Viktor leaned down and gave her a kiss on her forehead.

“I would do anything to be with you forever…”

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“I’ll admit I definitely fell pretty hard for him.” Jordan finished that part of her story and she hadn’t noticed Marko’s fuming.

“So you practically handed your love to him on a silver platter and yet you made me walk on glass to get you?” Marko made her look at him.

“I had a good reason to make you work for my love, if you just be patient I’ll get there soon.” Jordan noticed David giving her a look and turned her attention to him.

“I get that you were an outcast and all of that, but did you ever stop to consider the fact he reeled you into a relationship without really asking if you were okay with it?” He took a drag from his cigarette.

“I was stupid back then, I was only 19 at the time, give me a break. How was I supposed to know what I was in for?” With that she continued on.

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Jordan and Viktor started dating, their relationship grew quite a bit during Jordan’s first year of living in Santa Carla. Viktor would come see her every night after work or when she was at her house, he wouldn’t tell her, he just showed up. Jordan also became friends with his bandmates over the course of the year, they were all equally unique and had their own little crazy personalities.

There was the bassist Bolt, Jordan asked him why his name was Bolt but he wasn’t much of a talker. All she knew was that it had something to do with his parents being eccentric in the worst way possible. There was the drummer who was named Johnny, she remembered him as the guy who was arrested for committing arson when he was a teen. He also collected shiny things a lot. She would see him snatching rings from random girls he’d dance with, but she never said anything about it. There was the guitarist named Jackson who had an interest in graffiti, and he and Jordan got along really well. They were both artists to some degree, Jackson was by far more chaotic and loved drawing naked people on bathroom stalls and picnic benches. And Lastly there was the keyboard player named Xavier, Jordan only remembered him for always being high all the time though.

Viktor had introduced Jordan into the friend group and at first, they weren’t too fond of her because they thought it would end up taking attention away from their band. But after a lot of passive aggressive reassurance from Viktor they soon came around and slowly started liking Jordan more and more. She even had Jackson and Johnny making their own moves on her trying to win her love, which earned them a solid earful from their band leader who was less than thrilled. Bolt didn’t really say a lot to her, but he did have a habit of staring at her…more often than she was comfortable with. And Xavier was impassive, he would just smile and let her exist. Things carried on well enough with Jordan and the band, she was happy and so were they. There wasn’t anything particularly weird about them besides them being a little crazy. That was until…one quiet night.

Jordan had gotten off her shift and was closing up the shop for the night, usually Viktor would come and greet her at the same time every night and would help her close. But he never showed up, Jordan noticed and started to wonder where he was. Jordan hated being alone while closing because the boardwalk was dark and desolate without the usual swarms of life that occupied it while it was open, and she was told by everyone that one should never go out alone at night in Santa Carla. She took her sweet time while closing, hoping with every fiber of her being that Viktor would show up. However, that didn’t end up happening.

She locked the doors to the shop and looked at her surroundings, nothing but an eerie quietness accompanied her. Not a single soul could be seen around her, not even a single security guard. She started walking towards the parking lot of the boardwalk passing the many attractions and closed up shops still not seeing anyone. But that feeling of being alone is soon snatched away from her because she hears a voice behind her.

“Hey sweets, where’s your boyfriend?” The voice said to her.

Jordan turned around and saw a group of surf nazis who she recalled seeing a few times around the boardwalk. She said nothing, she’d rather not feed into anything they say.

“Did he break up with you? Makes sense, he was too good for you.” They took a few steps closer and Jordan also took a few steps back.

“Leave me alone you guys, I’m not in the mood to do this shit right now.” That was all she wanted to say.

“Not happening, if you’re in such a sour mood, why don’t you let us make you feel better? Let me slide in and make your day as well as mine.” He took a forceful step forward and grabbed her arm pulling her towards him, but before he could make any more advances, Jordan quickly took at her keys and jammed them right into his eye. With a successful blow he pulls away in pain and she books it onto the beach. She spots a bonfire where she can see four people sitting and the closer she got to it, she actually saw it was Viktor’s bandmates.

“Guys! Help me!” She yelled out to them but they didn’t seem to notice her. She tried to run as fast as she could but her perpetrators were faster. Their leader finally caught up with Jordan and pinned her to the ground, and straddled her back pulling out a switchblade.

“You fucked with the wrong guy, I tried being nice but now I’ve changed my mind.” He flipped her over and stared at her like a predator hunting its prey. In one last ditch effort Jordan tried to yell for help.

“ANYONE, PLEASE HELP ME!” He clamped and handed over her mouth silencing her, and then reached a hand underneath her shirt.

In one swift motion, her attacker was suddenly pulled off of her and thrown to the side like a piece of garbage. She felt someone pull her into their arms, Jordan peeked a look and saw Bolt holding her securely. She then saw Viktor confronting the surf nazi.

“That’ll be enough of that, I told you that if you touched her that you’d regret it.” Viktor spoke calmly, it was almost eerie in the way he spoke.

“Your bitch stabbed me in my eye, you think I’m gonna let her off easy because some pretty boy told me so?” His eye was bleeding significantly and Viktor only chuckled.

“I appreciate the compliment, but that’s not what we are here for. Now how is this gonna go, are we doing this the easy way or the hard way?”

The surf nazi gave a good punch to the side of Viktor’s face making him stagger a bit. He spit out some blood and stood tall again.

“Not bad, I can do worse though.” Viktor snapped his fingers and his bandmates joined his side, Bolt gave Jordan a reassuring nod and got up to join the others. Viktor then called out to Jordan.

“You might wanna stand back Jordan, this is gonna get messy.” Jordan saw him look back at her and she noticed something, his eyes were different. They were red and gold, he even smiled at her showing her his new pearly white fangs. Before she could even process what was going on, all hell broke loose.

It was unlike anything she had ever seen before, she watched as within just a few minutes if not seconds her friends were tearing her attackers limb by limb. Bolt was snapping bones in half like sticks, Johnny and Jackson were tearing pieces of muscle apart like hungry animals. Xavier was taking big bites out of arteries which all spewed blood. And Viktor took his time with tearing the head off of the surf nazi’s leader, it was slow and messy. Jordan heard every excruciating scream coming from the guys and every crunch of their bodies. As they died one by one, their bodies were thrown into the nearby fire. Eventually the group finished their business and returned to Jordan’s side. Viktor still had the head of the leader in his hands, he dropped it at Jordan’s feet and smiled.

“For you my love…” He said it in his usual sweet smooth tone as if he didn’t just kill a man and decapitate him. Jordan, at a loss for words, was suddenly overwhelmed and felt sick. Before she knew it, the world suddenly went black, and by the time she came to, she was back in her bed at her house.

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