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engie-ivy · 11 months

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(Lyall Lupin being a Good Dad for his anxious son in law😁 For @wolfstarmicrofic)

9th: Cosy

1039 words

Lyall goes to use the toilet, and ends up adopting a new son.

Your New Family

“Really, Lyall?” Hope places her hands on her hips. “We just got here!”

“Sorry dear,” Lyall says cheerily. “But that’s the price you pay for becoming an old man, very frequent toilet breaks. Besides,” he adds. “With all your fretting about not being late, we’re like twenty minutes early, so now’s the perfect time.”

Hope rolls her eyes, a gesture Lyall is all too familiar with, and goes to inquire whether their table is already available, while Lyall strolls to the restrooms.

When he’s relieved himself and walks over to the sinks, there’s a boy pacing up and down. Well, maybe he’s more a young man, looking rather handsome with his fancy shoes, crisp white shirt, fitted suit jacket and long hair neatly tied into a pony tail, but to Lyall, he’s still a boy.

As Lyall is washing his hands, the boy leans on the sink next to him, staring at his reflection in the mirror, while taking what seem to be calming breaths.

Lyall meets the boy’s sharp grey eyes in the mirror. “Everything alright, lad?”

“Ah,” the boy says, looking slightly flustered. “Yes. Yes, I’m sorry, sir. Please, don’t mind me. I’m just...” He gestures vaguely with his hand. “Anxious, I guess.”

Lyall smiles at him as he turns off the tap. “On a big date?”

“No,” the boy says. “Not really. I mean, sort of, I guess.” The boy makes a move as if he wants to run his hand through his hair, showing that he’s not used to having it tied up. He settles for tugging at his pony tail. “I’m meeting my boyfriend’s parents for the first time. They’ll be here in...” He checks his watch. “Fifteen minutes. Fuck.” He presses his hand against his forehead. “Pardon my language,” he says after a quick glance at Lyall.

“Ah,” Lyall says, as something starts to dawn on him. “And you don’t think they’ll be... nice people?”

“They’re the best people!” The boy exclaims. “Going by what my boyfriend has been telling me at least, they’re really great.” He shakes his head. “But that’s just the fucking- I mean, that’s just the bloody problem, innit?”

Lyall tilts his head as he dries his hands with a paper towel. “How so?”

The boy shrugs. “My boyfriend comes from this warm and loving family, and he’s really close to his parents. It’s important to him that I get along with them.”

“Right.” Lyall nods in understanding. “And that of course puts a lot of pressure on you.”

The boy sighs. “I’m just scared I’ll fuck it- sorry, I’ll mess it up. I mean, what do I know about bonding with parents? I couldn’t even get my own bloody parents to even like me, and they’re supposed to have been programmed to love me!”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Lyall says sincerely.

“He’s envisioning this whole future, y’know?” The boy continues, now letting it all come out. “Coming together for birthdays, celebrating Christmases together, Sunday brunches at his parents’ place... He’s picturing this harmonious, cosy family, and I sure as hell can’t offer him that from my side, so if his parents don’t like me, I’ll take all of that away from him.”

Lyall looks at him sympathetically. “Sounds like it’s really important to you.”

The boy looks away. “I just don’t want to disappoint him,” he says softly. Then he lets out a humourless laugh. “God, I’m sorry. I swear I don’t normally trauma-dump on strangers in the restroom like this!”

“No, no,” Lyall says. “I asked, so don’t worry about it, lad. And the fact that You’re so anxious only means that this guy really means a lot to you.”

“He means everything to me,” the boy says without a moment of hesitation. He smiles to himself. “I can’t even explain. I mean... if I can’t give him everything, if he can find someone who can, who will make him happier, then I want him to break up with me, y’know? Even if it’ll completely destroy me. It’s like.... nothing matters besides his happiness.” He shakes his head. “I’m probably not making much sense. I’ve honestly never felt like this before.”

Lyall feels a warmth somewhere in his chest. “You know, lad, all a parent want is for their child to be happy...”

“But I don’t know that,” the boy interrupts, before adding quietly “Mine sure never did...”

Lyall feels a surge of fatherly protectiveness wash over him, for a boy he only just met! “I’m sorry you had that experience,” he says, placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “But take it from me, if they are indeed the good people your boyfriend has made them out to be, then that will be the only thing that matters,” he says firmly. “So if you love your guy-”

“I do,” the boy immediately says. “I love him so, so much.”

Lyall regards him fondly, gently squeezing his shoulder. “Then trust me, that will be enough for them. It won’t matter if you’re wearing a fancy jacket, or if you’re hair is neatly tied up, or if you let slip the occasional curse word. If he loves you and you love him, and you make him happy, then that is going to be more than enough.”

The boy gives him a grateful look. “Well, then I have nothing to worry about,” he then says with a grin. “Loving him is actually my specialty!”

Lyall lets out a laugh. “Sounds like you’re going to be just fine!”

Suddenly, the boy gives him a hug. Lyall is startled for a moment, but then easily hugs him back.

“Thank you,” the boy says, pulling away. “I’m sure this isn’t what you were expecting when you just wanted to use the toilet, but I appreciate it.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Lyall says. “And I’m sure your new family will grow to love you.”

The boy grins at him. “Alright, here I go. Wish me luck!”

“You don’t need it, lad.”

The boy chuckles. “If Remus’ dad is even slightly like you, I’m sure I’ll be fine!” And then he dashes out of the restroom.

Lyall looks in the mirror and smiles to himself. “I’ve got a sense that he will be.”

Now with a part 2!

Part 2: Your New Son

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smolvenger · 4 months

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❤️Happy Birthday ❤️

🎉🎉🎉I hope you have a wonderful day 🎉🎉🎉

Please can I request a little blurb with Prince Hal and "touch her and you die" 😻😻😻

Thank you!

Why hello there! Thanks, I got a manicure and went to a bookshop and ate Italian food so it was great! And here is the blurb!

Rain Within Doors (Prince Hal x fem! Reader)

Summary: When the king falls ill, your betrothed, Prince Hal, returns.

Word Count: 1923

Warnings: some sexual harassment but the a-hole is saved in time, I try to keep it close to Shakespeare. Angst and fluff. I stole a line from Game of Thrones because it fit (the Shakespeare histories WERE kind of the Game of Thrones of their time minus the dragons and excessive exploitation of women)

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You waited anxiously and eagerly for your dear betrothed. He needed to hurry here. Things had all turned for the worse.

Poor King Henry the Fourth was one minute at a table with all of you The Lord of Westmoreland arrived delivering the news of success in battle against Hotspur’s followers attempting to usurp the king. Everyone gasped. The lords who allied with Henry the Fourth were there- the Lord of Harcourt, Sir John Blunt, and others, all drooped their shoulders in relief. You, the younger two princes Thomas and Humphrey, The Lord of Warwick, and the King all smiled. The king shakily rose to praise Westmoreland

…then suddenly he began wheezing and fainted.

Everyone gasped. Humphrey and Warwick met them on the grounds to give aid to the old king. Little Thomas cried for his father and you put him, your soon-to-be brother-in-law, in a hug, rubbing his back.

“It’s all right, you know these fits happen often,” Warwick assumed, ever the voice of peace.

As the king came to, he was supported up. You were among the party to help settle him into bed. He asked the crown be placed on the pillow next to him with a raspy voice. And for musicians to play in the next room. Everyone complied.

You knew your betrothed had business in London. Even if it was in a bad place, he assured you it was nothing involving anything criminal (or whores) and that he would be back. The second eldest, Thomas, was dealing with the rebels with forces of his own and was on his way back.

“My lord, let me sit with you, so you need not be alone,” you offered, gathering a chair.

You had been sent here to marry the notorious Prince of Wales. Though you were nervous in this new castle, King Henry the Fourth was gentle with you. He welcomed you with a smile and open arms. The man who already considered you a daughter-in-law in his heart and the other princes saw you as a sister. He would let you dine with him and even play a little dice game with the family, smiling at you. Warmth on the face of the aged Bolingbroke- the lord who, long ago, won the favor of the people so much it broke him out of exile and then thrust him into the role of king unexpectedly. Once Henry Bolingbroke, christened Henry the Fourth, wore shining golden armor as he rode on a horse. Paraded through the city as people threw flower petals at him.

Now how…weak he was! A shell of himself! Hardly the proud golden king anymore!

He reached out for your hand and you accepted it.

“Why-dear lady, I thank you. To think a pearl may be thrown to swine… to think my Harry should of all men be your husband…” he wheezed.

“My lord, you must know- your eldest son has not….treated me poorly.”

You didn’t know him well- the beautiful, fiery, mischievous, wild prince Henry- or Harry as called by his friends or family. Or Hal as those thieves and whores so affectionately called him.

This was to be a marriage for alliance and station, not of affection. When you arrived, you expected a frivolous, drinking, philandering Baccus. But Hal…. he was kind to you. He always smiled at you and called you sweet names. He was rumored to spend time studying in libraries more than drinking. One time, he found a romantic poem, copied it on paper, and gave it to you as a lover’s token. It touched you- who knew how he would fare as king but you felt he would make at least a decent husband!

“Just rest my lord, please,” you asked. The king indeed settled.

You walked out to the hallway to face the others. They peeked in and soon saw his eyes were closed, but he was breathing. The musicians in the next room played such calm, nearly dreamlike melodies compared to the anxiety storming inside of your being.

Soon enough, the king settled into a deep sleep. You smiled a little- poor Henry the Fourth was a notorious insomniac, wandering the castle in the late hours from his racing worries. That should give him some relief and help with his sickness.

But to think…here you were about to watch that old man die. Die before you could officially call him family.

A couple of tears fell, and you walked out to the hallway staring out. It was a cold, bitter day. The winter chill stinging the glass window when you touched it.

But there was a sound- hooves.

When you leaned closer to the window, you let out a gasp.

Hal was here in a long, beautiful black and red cape on a beautiful black horse as if he were about to rescue a damsel. And behind him a couple of others. You covered your mouth but felt a smile on your lips.

Picking up your skirts, you hurried down to the others in the outer hall. Warwick was hushing the two boys from talking too loud, to watch over the king in his sleep.

“Humphrey! Thomas! He’s back!” you whispered.

“Who?” replied Thomas.

They turned and then heard Hal’s voice asking for him. You and the others hurried there.

In the torch-lit hallway, your eyes feasted on Hal. The most beautiful man you had ever seen with the most deliciously fitted black velvet doublet, swooping off his cape with a gallantry that made your insides tingle.

He turned and went to you first.

“How now, My most fair lady?”

“Oh, much worried but cheered by your return, my lord,” you replied.

Hal’s eyes softened at you, then he looked at his crying brothers- Humphrey and Thomas.

“What- all of this rain in of door when it should be out of doors? How is the king?” Hal asked.

“ Exceeding ill” explained Humphrey sadly.

“Please be quiet, His grace is asleep,” warned the Lord of Warwick.

Hal requested to see his father, and the lord of Warwick led him to the bed.

Everyone hushed and walked out to the other room, keeping quiet to give the king as much rest as he needed. Everyone worried. It was all so much- you needed some space.

With your heart calming, you went to one hallway, hugging yourself to look at how the moon shone over the winter evening through the windows.

The Lord Harcourt went up to you. An older man with sharp cheekbones and a sharp chin, a pale face, and dark eyes. You only knew him as an ally and advisor to the king. As you stood alone, staring out the window.

“Good evening, Lady Y/N.” he greeted.

“Good evening, my lord,” you replied.

“You do look rather lovely tonight in the moonlight,” he complimented.

Already you felt uneasy. Alone with him, when all the others were fretting over the king. You began to take a step to return.

“You…you flatter me, my lord, thank you.”

Right as you turned, the lord reached an arm from his rich, velvet clothes and grabbed you.

“It seems a shame for such a fine lady to be wasted upon riotous Harry. I should have had you for my wife instead.”

“My lord, then wait until the king awakens and discuss it with him and announce you will-will-will court me openly like a gentleman,” you blubbered out, though you were starting to get scared.

He tried to sweetly, seductively brush your cheek but you had enough and swatted it away.

“Oh! The lady is a bit too cold, methinks.”

“And a lady is treated with respect, sir! My lord, please let me go. I must attend on his majesty.”

“Your drunken oaf of an intended is waiting on him, who is going to stop!”

“But you are a fool! Please, let me leave!”

He backed you up until you were in a corner. Your heart pounded hard.

“Please- my lord, I swear, do not do anything that might insult my honor! I don’t want to-Please!” you cried.

“Then be not so fair and tempt a man to sin! And you have tempted me long enough. The one crown Prince Hal is deserving of is the Cuckhold’s horns.”

“Please, my lord- let me go!” you begged.

To your horror, you felt a thin, clawlike hand reach for your leg under your skirt, then up, trying to lower your bodice to show your breasts. You squirmed, but one arm held you back.

“No, my lady. I want a see what I could be enjoying on our wedding night.”

He placed a hand over your mouth so you couldn’t scream. Tears welled up in you.

With a free hand, though it shook, you slapped him hard.

His hand dropped. He was shocked you were going to fight back. You tried to flee when he grabbed you back, ready to drag you off and force you to strip or do more when-

“Release yourself from the Princess of Wales right now!” threatened your intended.

Hal hurried in and grabbed the lord. He then took out his dagger, pointing it to your attacker’s chest. You jumped off and went behind Hal.

“What- my lord!” the lord was shocked that dishonorable, silly Prince Hal was capable of this. Then he scoffed.

“She is not yet your wife-” he argued.

“She is your princess and soon- your queen!” Hal reminded him.

The Lord of Harcourt pointed to where you stood and backed away behind Hal.

“She’s-she was trying to seduce me! The Lady is nothing but a common strumpet”

Hal punched him in the face. You let out a gasp. The Lord nursed his cheek. But Hal kept his dagger up at him. You heard footsteps and murmurs as the others went into the room. The younger Lancaster brothers staying by you loyally. The lords turned pale and slack-jawed.

“You are not welcome in this court until after our marriage. And then you will have to beg to be let in. And If you ever lay a hand on that sweet lady again, it will be the last time you have hands!” Hal barked at him.

The Lord of Harcourt shook and then relented, bowing his head.

“Now, flee. Before I decide to persuade my father to behead you when he awakes.”

The lord fled into the shadows, a few attendants seeing him out. The others asked after you, but it was Hal who boldly embraced you. It was quite intimate for court protocol, but when had Hal ever done what everyone expected?

“He-He frightened me.” you choked out.

“You need not be frightened, my lady, you’ll be safe. Did he hurt you? Do anything?” Hal questioned.

“He groped my leg, and tried to take my dress off, but no more. You caught him before more could be done. I-I -I promise you, Hal, I never intended to seduce him in any way! Do you believe me?”

Hal clasped your hands in his.

“Why would I not believe my dearest lady?” Hal replied.

Full of emotion, you leaned down and kissed them. Hal’s mouth opened a little and he smiled at you. He cupped your cheek sweetly.

The party returned to wait on the king. You saw Hal was pale, but you kept your hand clasped in his as you walked back.

For as uncertain as this time was, no matter what the next day or hour could bring, you had each other and could endure it side by side.

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for-valour · 11 months

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sorry for the following solemn question, was there any story the day bertie died? the only one i that i know is that lilibet didn't know until hours later when philip broke the news to her because they were in kenya. what about queen mary, queen mum, and margaret? this come to my mind after watching https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qHXla__FEiY the way the queen mum actress runs while crying his name just broke my heart.

Thanks for your question - and really sorry it took me ages to get back to you 😣. I've written a little bit about how Margot, May and Elizabeth were all affected by Bertie's death, and I hope I'm answering this correctly!

Princess Margaret Princess Margaret was at Sandringham when her father died. She recalled hearing him laugh 'heartily at a joke he had just heard' and then go happily to bed at 10:30pm. When she learned of his passing in the morning, she was absolutely distraught. It is said that she was even prescribed sedatives to help her sleep at night, and Christopher Warwick wrote (in his 2017 biography, Princess Margaret: A Life of Contrasts) that she would frequently weep and cry out, 'Why did he have to die so young?'

A couple of months after Bertie’s death, Margaret wrote to a family friend, 'He was such a wonderful person, the very heart and centre of our happy family. Everything seemed to come from him and no-one could have had a more devoted and thoughtful father. He was always so very much alive so that at this lovely Easter time he doesn’t feel so very far away and one is comforted by all thoughts of happiness for him and his love for us all.' Even the fact that Margaret’s own funeral was held on the 50th anniversary of Bertie's death also shows just how close she held her father in her heart - right until the very end.

The Queen Mother When The Queen Mother was praised for her courage in getting through her husband’s funeral without crying, she replied: 'Not in private.' In fact, she was so heartbroken after his death that she travelled all the way to Caithness in Scotland to be allowed to mourn alone (I've actually been there and it is *very* remote). This was also the time when she discovered Castle Mey, which she bought to escape to ‘occasionally when life becomes hideous’ - which I imagine was linked to those dark days when she felt the loss of Bertie all over again.

She said in a letter to Queen Mary: 'I flew to his room and thought he was in a deep sleep, he looked so peaceful — and then I realised what had happened.' She also further confided in her mother-in-law, 'I know that you loved Bertie dearly, and he was my whole life, and one can only be deeply thankful for the utterly happy years we had together. He was so wonderfully thoughtful and loving, and I don’t believe he ever thought of himself at all… I cannot bear to think of Lilibet, so young to bear such a burden — I do feel for you so darling Mama — to lose two dear sons, and Bertie still so young and so precious — it is almost more than one can bear…'

Queen Mary Having already lost two sons (Prince John at the age of 13, and Prince George in an RAF plane crash just before his 40th birthday), the death of a third child, her beloved Bertie whom she was so close to and so proud of, deeply traumatised her. Queen Mary said to Princess Marie Louise: 'I have lost three sons through death, but I have never been privileged to be there to say a last farewell to them.' Mary herself also remarked that she spent a lot of time talking to her daughter-in-law (the grieving Queen Mother) 'of much that was in our poor tattered hearts.'

Queen Mary’s health was already struggling in the early 1950s, and it wouldn't be surprising that she suffered further after King George VI's death. The sombre photograph of her, Queen Elizabeth and The Queen Mother in mourning dress was taken whilst they were stood at King’s Cross Station in London, awaiting the arrival of Bertie’s coffin from Sandringham for the ‘Lying-in-State' at Westminster Hall. Contrary to popular belief it was not taken on the day of the funeral itself, which she was too unwell (and perhaps too distressed?) to attend.

Sources: Princess Margaret: A Life of Contrasts, by Christopher Warwick. The Queen Mother: The Official Biography, by William Shawcross. Photos: Getty, National Portrait Gallery.

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jordanianroyals · 8 months

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Happy 53rd birthday, Queen Rania of Jordan. The queen celebrates her day with royal family members at Alee, a Middle Eastern restaurant, including a photo with her daughter-in-law Princess Rajwa, writing “I thank my lucky stars for each and every one of you! Your Majesty, my family, and all the wonderful Jordanians out there, you have made me feel truly special.” Her son, Crown Prince Hussein writes “May God bless and protect you always, dear mother. Wishing you a happy birthday!”

#Queen Rania #crown prince hussein #Princess Rajwa #King Abdullah II #princess aisha #instagram

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jrob64 · 7 months

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I Loved You First - a Daddy Charming birthday fic for @kmomof4

As many of us in the CS fandom know, Krystal is the best cheerleader, encourager and flailer for our Captain Swan stories. However, she also loves the relationship between Emma and Charming, so I've written a Daddy Charming birthday story for her. l wish you the happiest of birthdays (a day early), my dear friend! Love you!

Special thanks to @cs-rylie and @snowbellewells for checking this story over and leaving lots of lovely comments and suggestions!

STORY SUMMARY: Emma and her father share some special sentiments with each other before he walks her down the aisle to marry her True Love. A canon compliant missing moment for 6X20, just prior to Emma and Killian's wedding.

RATING: G

WORDS: 1083

ALSO POSTED TO A03 and ffn

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David Nolan paced in the hallway outside the room where Mary Margaret was helping Emma get ready for her wedding. He could hardly believe he would be giving his daughter away in just a few minutes, and to a pirate, no less.

He remembered in Neverland when he said he would see to it that Hook would never get Emma. David wasn’t too prideful to admit he’d been wrong. Nobody can stand in the way of True Love, after all - he and Snow were proof of that.

And now that pirate, whom he’d tried so hard to hate, was his soon-to-be son-in-law…and his best friend. While Killian was earning Emma’s heart, he was also earning her father’s trust and friendship. So much so that Emma and Mary Margaret teasingly accused them of having a ‘bromance’.

The door opened and Mary Margaret emerged, brushing joyful tears from her cheeks. “She’s ready, David, and she looks absolutely beautiful!”

David pulled his wife into his arms, murmuring, “So do you, Sweetheart.”

She hiccuped a laugh. “You’re only supposed to notice the bride on her wedding day, not her mother.”

He leaned back, giving her one of his trademark smiles. “There will never be a day when I don’t admire your beauty.”

“I knew I called you ‘Charming’ for a reason,” she beamed. After kissing him soundly, she wiped his lips clean of the lipstick she’d left behind and said, “Now, go see your daughter before it’s time for us to walk her down the aisle.”

David straightened his tie and buttoned his jacket, then gently rapped his knuckles on the door. “Emma? May I come in?”

“Sure, Dad,” came her reply.

He turned the knob and slowly opened the door, peeking around the edge of it. His breath hitched when he caught a glimpse of his daughter. She was truly a vision in her wedding gown and veil, causing him to blink back tears of his own. “Oh, Emma,” he breathed.

“How do I look?” she asked nervously, twirling in a circle.

“You look…perfect,” he managed to choke past the lump in his throat.

Her cheeks flushed at his praise and she looked down at herself, smoothing out non-existent wrinkles in her gown. “Do you really think so?”

“I do,” he assured her.

“Hey, I think that’s my line today,” she giggled.

David laughed and stepped forward to take both of her hands in his. “Any second thoughts?”

“None,” she said confidently. “Besides, if I don’t marry Killian, you might just snap him up.”

“Very funny,” he said, narrowing his eyes at her. Then his expression sobered. “I know you’ve had a lot on your mind the last few weeks, but I want you to put everything aside today and just enjoy your wedding.”

“I’ll try.”

“I’ve thought about this day ever since we found out we were having a daughter. I was sure no one would ever be good enough for you, but Hoo-, um, Killian has proven himself time and time again. I suppose if I have to give your hand in marriage, it couldn’t be to a more worthy man.”

“You didn’t always think that.”

“I know, but I was, well…I was wrong.”

“I’m sure Killian would be very satisfied to hear you say that,” she quipped.

“Of course he would,” David sighed. “But enough about Hook. What about you? How are you feeling?”

Emma’s face took on a serene look. “I’m happy, Dad. Really, really happy.” She swung their still-clasped hands back and forth.

“Happiness looks good on you,” he replied, letting go with one hand and using the other to spin her around. Then he pulled her back toward him, putting his free hand on her waist as hers moved to his shoulder.

They slowly danced in a small circle around the room to music only they could hear. “We missed out on so much of your life, Emma. I’m very glad we didn’t miss out on watching you fall in love and marry the man who won your heart.”

“I know we lost a lot of time with each other, but let’s not talk about regrets today, Dad. We’re together now, along with Henry and everyone else in town. I have more family and friends here than I ever dreamed was possible. And I’m marrying a man who has been at my side without fail, even when I didn’t really want him to be.”

David chuckled. “He has proven himself to be persistent, that’s for sure.”

Their swaying came to a stop as Emma looked up into her father’s face. “You and Killian are such good examples for Henry. He’s lucky to have both of you in his life, and so am I.”

They heard the wedding music beginning to play, and David checked his watch. “I guess it’s about that time. Will you allow me to get a little sentimental before we leave this room?”

“Just don’t cause me to smudge my makeup.”

“I’ll try not to,” he promised, then took a deep breath. “Emma, from the moment your mother and I found out we would be having a baby, I wondered what our child - what you - might grow up to be like. Nothing I imagined even came close to the person you are - strong, smart, determined, brave, and so very, very beautiful. You’ve defeated dragons, ice monsters, witches, the darkness and Hades himself; yet you’re one of the most loving, generous, and kind-hearted people I’ve ever known. To say I’m proud of you doesn’t do justice to my true feelings. I love you, Emma, and I’m blessed beyond measure to be your father.”

A tear spilled over her lower lashes, and David dug into his pants pocket to retrieve a white handkerchief. After dabbing the wetness away, he tucked it back in his pocket, kissed her forehead, then pulled her into a hug, cupping the back of her head, as usual.

“I love you, too, Dad,” she whispered in his ear.

They stayed that way for several moments, until they heard a tap on the door. Mary Margaret stuck her head in, whispering reverently, “It’s time.”

David nodded and stepped back, gripping Emma’s upper arms as he looked into her eyes. “Ready, Princess?”

“Yes,” she replied firmly.

“Alright, then,” he said, “but just remember this - Killian loves you now, but I loved you first. You’ll always be your daddy’s little girl.”

“I’ll remember,” she said, a soft smile on her lips.

“Good. Now, let’s go get you married.”

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Milk & Honey - Ch. 19

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

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Summary: King worries about his friend and sends Honey to check out a new club in town

Warning: Swearing, tensions of sorts

Note: In light of everything else that’s been happening on my page recently, here’s a happy chapter finally! Also, thank you so much to all my supporters and for getting me to 500 FOLLOWERS! WOO!!

Song: Sugar Pie Honey Bunch - Four Tops, My Babe - Little Walter

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‘If you wanna find yourself, first thing you do is go home.’

“Happy Birthday dear Charles

Happy Birthday to you!”

My voice, and my voice alone, bounces off the bare walls of our home as Charles readies himself to blow out his candles.

Martin Luther King Jr. was recently murdered, 2 years ago Elvis got married to the woman he met in Gemany, and my baby turns 9 years old, 9 years without ever meeting his father.

9 long years.

I watch as he digs into his cake, flying straight past the idea of cutting slices. I swipe my finger along the top of the cake, smearing the frosting, before bringing it to my lips. Not like anyone else is having some anyway.

“So, when are we leaving?” He asks, sucking lumps of cake off his fingers.

“Baby, I don’t know if you’re ready for all that excitement.” Boy’s been begging me for months to bring him to Beale, but everything with Martin Luther happening not so long ago, I’ve been hesitating to say the least.

“Mama, you promised to take me to see the city!”

I was scared, but how could I say no to the boy? He’s been asking for too many days, and I did promise him. I sigh. “Okay, but we can’t stay for too long.”

He immediately jumps up to wash his hands and throw on his shoes, causing me to laugh at his excitement.

We ride a Greyhound into town. I watch as he peeks out the window to look at the buildings that pass by.

I dont bring him out as often as I should. I don’t trust many others in our neighborhood, and honestly, I usually don’t have enough for the bus fare to bring him places like downtown all the time, but I had been saving up to take him on this little day trip like he asked.

We step off the bus and onto the streets, his face glows with fascination. “Mama, I love it here!” He exclaims, shaking my arm.

So did I once. It had grown dull since I last saw it, not to mention the morbid fog that covered the city from recent events. It’s nothing like how it used to be, but it would always feel like home.

“Where do you wanna go first, baby?” I ask as we stroll down the sidewalk hand in hand.

He looks around, pondering, before his eyes land on the brightest shop. “Ooo! Can I get some candy?”

“Sure, let's go.” I reply happily, trying to match his excitement level despite the nervous energy I just couldn’t shake off today for some reason.

A man stands outside the bright red painted door, greeting passerbys, that is until I attempt to reach out for the door. He blocks the handle, “Uh uh, little one. Back door. Bad for business.”

I huff, taking Charles around to the back. Shouldn’t even bother to go in after that, but I’ll be damned if my son doesn’t get some candy on his birthday. Jim Crow laws may have been overturned for a while now, but that didn’t stop people from holding on tightly to their opinions. Things had only gotten more tense recently.

Once Charles picks out his birthday candy we continue walking the street before we come across a building I was all too familiar with. We come to a stop admiring it, memories flooding my gut with a twisting feeling.

“Is that Club Handy?! It’s just like she described it!” Charles jaw drops, jumping on his toes to try and get a peek into the window.

Hold on. What?!

“Charles, how do you know anything about this building?” I ask, hands on hips.

He pops a Razzles in his mouth, obnoxiously chewing with his face smooshed against the glass. “Auntie Pearl told me you used to work here.”

I smile. I missed Pearl. About a year ago she got married and moved away. Of course we still call each other about every other night, but now it was her turn to start a family. I had to all but force her out. She was so worried about Charles and I on our own. It was sad to see her go, but she had helped me raise him for so long, she deserves to focus on her own happiness now.

He spins around to face me, blue tongue peeking through his teeth while he talks. “She said you used to meet famous people here too, like Little Richard and-and Elvis too! Is it true?”

Right…that old issue. So, I never did end up telling him. How could I?

I know what you’re thinking, I’m just like my mother, but with Ma it was different. My dad was a plantation owner’s son that no one has ever heard of, except maybe his local gas station workers. There was no reason she couldn’t have told me at least his name.

What am I supposed to say to Charles? Forgot to tell ya, but your dad’s that national superstar you watch on TV who’s married to another woman, lives on the other side of the country, and that you’ll probably never get to meet because I have no way of getting in contact with him??

Even I wouldn’t believe that.

I know I have to tell him eventually, and I know that the longer I wait the worse he’ll react, but maybe when he’s older he’ll be able to understand better, even if it means he’ll hate me for it. For now, I just tell him his dad’s in the Army and will be away for a long time. Luckily, Pearl and I have always been great at distracting him when he asks, so I’ve never had to come up with anything beyond that. Besides, it’s not a COMPLETE lie.

“Can we go inside?” He begs.

I chuckle. “Baby, this is not a place for kids, and it’s only open at night.”

“Mama, there’s a man in there right now!” He proclaims, pointing into the window. I peek inside seeing none other than Sunbeam himself greeting customers near the entrance of the drug store area. I swallow, not wanting to be seen, but not wanting to let Charles see me panic. “Please, Mama! It’s my birthday!”

I gnaw on my lip. Always using the birthday trick on me. “Okay,” I hesitate out.

He yanks my arm, pulling me through the entrance. I barely make it through the door before Sunbeam recognizes me and is hopping his way over to hug me.

“Honey! Is that you? How you been? It’s been too long, girl.” His naturally bubbly and boisterous voice fills the drug store.

I giggle, always feeling so welcomed by his personality. “I been great, Sunbeam.”

Charles pokes on Sunbeam’s arm, bringing his attention from me and down to him. “I’m lookin to meet famous people, know where I can find me some, sir?”

I bite my cheek, holding in a laugh. It’s odd. Elvis and I were such shy, quiet children, but Charles is the bravest and most frank little boy I’ve ever seen. “My son.” I point out.

Sunbeam chuckles. “Quite a boy you got there. What’s your name?”

“Charles. I’m gonna be rich one day.” He states mighty and proud, doing a pose just like his daddy used to do after reading that damn comic book.

Sunbeam begins laughing so hard that he has to pull his handkerchief out his pocket to cover the coughs that came out with it. “I ain’t got no doubt’s about it with an attitude like yours, boy.” He shakes his head with a bright smile. “Some folks are upstairs doin their ol’ ritual or whatever if you wanna go up and join ‘em. Wouldn’t wanna keep your boy from meetin any influential individuals.” He bursts out into a laugh again, before turning back to some other customers, handing out fliers to a show happening tonight.

I smile, taking Charles' hand. He hops up the stairs excitedly, but each step closer to the club area fills me with a pain I thought I had gotten over by now. Memories flash so vividly past my eyes I could nearly see them play out in front of me. My nerve-wracking first day, being the new girl in town in such a big city. Seeing Elvis walk through these doors before each of my performances. Vickie and I gossiping on the steps during our breaks, laughing about any rude customers that came in.

I push through the doors revealing the smokey brown club. Every picture frame is hanging on its nail exactly how I remembered it. Every door frame and floor board still has the same cracks and chips. It even smells the same.

“Uncle B.B.!” Charles yells, running to the bar.

“Hey kid!” King puts down his drink to greet my boy.

King’s here?

There’s a group of other musicians in the room, warming up for their nightly session. I wave to them shyly before pulling up a stool next to King at the bar.

King warmly smiles, opening his arms to me. “Hey, Honey. How are you?”

I smile, embracing him. “I’m doin fine. How are you?”

But before he has a chance to answer, Charles plops down in front of me. “Uncle B.B., my Auntie told me you were friends with Elvis. Now, you know I wanna be a serious actor one day, so I’m gonna need you to spill his contact information.”

King laughs, always shocked whenever Charles opens his mouth “Sorry kid. I ain’t talked to the man in years.” Charles stomps off with a loud groan, going over to talk with one of the other musicians. “Happy Birthday by the way!” He chuckles, shaking his head at the boy.

I sigh, that boy will be the death of me, especially with his new found interest in acting. Looks like I didn’t need to tell him who his father was for him to still want to go after him.

“You still ain’t tell him?” King asks softly with a raised eyebrow.

I scoff. “Do YOU know a way to reach him?”

He laughs dryly, resting his head on his knuckles. “Nah, Colonel won’t let no calls through. You ever try going to his house? You do live 20 minutes from him.”

“You think after 8 years I ain’t never thought to do that? He ain’t never home! Been in California making all them shit movies and I ain’t about to sit outside in the hot sun with thousands of people, gettin gunned down by his security for hours just to find out he ain’t even there. Besides, wouldn’t wanna interrupt whatever he’s got goin on with Marcella.” I sneer.

He chuckles, amused at my tone. I tell him over and over again that I ain’t jealous, but he don’t ever believe me. “So, how have YOU been doin then?”

“Surviving.” I blurt out.

He shakes his head with a scoff. “So you just gonna give up music just like that, huh? All cause he moved on and you can’t?”

My brows furrow in offense. “I’ve been singing.”

“Look, all respect, but you and I both know you were meant for somethin bigger than a church choir.” I bite at my cheek, not knowing what else to say. He sighs, pulling something out of his pant pocket. He plants a piece of paper onto the wooden bar, sliding it over to me. I look down, finding that it’s a flier for a club nearby. “Sunbeam done opened up a new club not too long ago. Got himself a couple’a new cats playin there tonight if you wanted to see what’s poppin in the industry right now. Go check em out, get yourself back in the game. Who knows, maybe you’ll find someone YOU can move on with.” He wiggles an eyebrow with a mocking smile.

I roll my eyes, taking the flier. Maybe I’ll go take a peek.

I march around the house, adjusting my coat over my shoulders and scavenging for my keys. “Just watch some TV, then go straight to bed. Okay? No leaving the house.” I dig in my purse, before pointing a stern finger at Charles. “And no cooking again!” I finally find the keys buried within the depths of my bag. I huff, hooking my finger around the keyring and walking over to Charles. “I’ll be back in two hours. Call Auntie Pearl if you need anything.” I give him a kiss on the cheek.

He pulls away, disgusted. “Mama! I can’t hear Batman!”

I huff once more, before putting my shoes on and opening the door. “One hour and then straight to bed!” I warn him, but he completely ignores me, still staring into the depths of the TV screen. I groan, closing and locking the door behind me.

My heels clack down the sidewalk as I run down the street to the bus stop, hopping on just at the last second.

Club Paradise, Georgia Ave.

I repeatedly tap my nails against my thighs in my seat, itching to reach my destination. I hear the shrieking of guitars crying as we arrive, and jump up to rush off the bus and follow its sound.

When I push through the front doors of the club it feels as though a gust of wind blows over me, taking my breath away. The music sends a shiver up my spine, transporting me back to a place I had long forgotten.

It feels good to be home.

Colorful lights parade across the stage as a group fills the large area with the sounds of various instruments. Listeners whoop and shout, standing from their seats to dance with one another.

Nerves begin settling in my body as I tightly clutch my bag, realizing how out of place I now am to this type of environment. I sneak over to one of the lone back tables, shadowing myself even more so from the already dim lights as I get readjusted to the energy. I smile as the saxophonist goes wild, causing the audience to throw their hands in the air.

“Hey, let me buy you a drink, sweetheart.”

I jump, turning my head to see a man ease his way into the seat next to me, a friend right behind him.

“Unless ya wanna dance?” The friend suggests.

“If she wanted to dance, she wouldn’t be all shy back here. Clearly, she wants to hang in the back with someone mellow like me.”

“Well maybe she’s too shy to go out on her own and’s waitin for a prince to come get her.”

I rub my temple, waiting for them to stop their back and forth nonsense so I can break their spirits and tell them they can both get.

Suddenly, a warmth makes itself present behind me. A sharp, unsettling shiver goes up my back, hitting deep spots throughout my spine both in miraculous and unpleasant ways. The shiver frightens me so much, I don’t even dare turn around to find it’s source, just watching the two men’s faces as they look for me. Then a voice speaks up.

“Perhaps she’s uninterested.”

A voice I could recognize in an audience of screaming thousands.

A hand is placed on my shoulder, paralyzing me. The voice felt like it was engulfing me. It makes my heart race from the unwanted memories that I’ve been trying so hard to forget.

They gulp, but try to keep a tough demeanor in front of him. “We’re just keepin the little lady company, that’s all.”

“That won’t be necessary.” That’s all he has to say to get them to scurry off.

As much as I despised their attention, I could only pray they’d come back to save me from whatever fate is standing behind me.

“You gentlemen have a fine evening now.” He laughs, before stepping over to sit in the chair they were previously occupying. I gaze down at my lap, seeing his knee in the corner of my eye. “Well, I’ll be, Honey.” He chuckles out.

I try to swallow but my mouth’s gone dry. Nervously I look up, hesitant to make direct contact with him, but the second I catch a glimpse of his face I can’t help but to lock in on his eyes. Those baby blue orbs trap me in a trance. It feels like my entire body’s going to crumble to the floor, and honestly, I’d prefer that at this very moment.

I sit, brows raise, too petrified to speak.

He raises an amused eyebrow at me, smirking at my dazed face. “You in there, Bumble?”

Bumble. God! It’s been years since I’ve been called that. For a second, panic flashes through my mind, because I actually cannot bring myself to move after hearing that stupid little nickname. But then I imagine how ridiculous I must look, mouth hanging open while I stare at him. Somehow, I bring myself back to reality.

“Elvis.” I mumble.

Okay, it’s not what I was going for, but it’s a start. At least I can still speak words, or word, I guess. ‘Go find someone you can move on with.’ Thanks for the advice, King.

“In the flesh.” He chuckles. I giggle, sheepishly tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “You started wearin your hair curly again.” He states, with a smile.

My head snaps up, not expecting him to point that out of all things. “Yeah…”

He takes a second longer to admire my hair with a soft gaze. “I like it.” He hums, taking a sip from the drink in his hand, before setting it down on the table in front of us. “S’nice seein a familiar face.”

He hides it well, but there’s a pain in his voice when he says those words, but not nearly as painful as my heart was feeling.

“I’m surprised you even remember me. It’s been so long.” I say with maybe a little more sting than I intended, but the hurt was too strong.

He shakes his head sadly. “I could never forget you even if I tried.” And something in his eyes told me he had definitely tried, just like me.

Luckily, the band picks up again, riling up the crowd, so an uninterrupted, intimate conversation was out of the question. Both of us turn to the front.

Two men catch our attention on stage. One slaps the stings of his guitar with a passionate, but concentrated face. The other sits at the piano, joyously laughing while he hits the keys.

“Woo! That cat’s goin to town! Look at him poundin them keys!”

I sit nervously, watching his reactions in the corner of my eye. He smiles in a way that makes my heart flutter. It felt just like the good old days, before everything had changed. The days when the club was so packed that he could sneak in without getting noticed. We’d watch the performers together and no one would even know I wasn’t cleaning dishes in the back.

The guitarist hits a note with a nasty twang causing both of us to whoop.

I bite my lip, trying to disperse all the excitement that was beginning to bubble within me. God, what’s happening to me? I feel like a teenager again.

“That’s good but it ain’t like Handy. Man, that place was jumpin.” He grins at the memories.

I shake my head. “Nothin’s been the same.” He quickly turns his head to look at me. “Should’ve stayed your ass down in Memphis. We needed you.” Yeah, ‘we’.

His grin disappears, while he looks down at the carpet. “Seems like everybody need somethin from me these days.” He takes another sip from the drink before resuming his attention to the stage. Elvis hums. “So, why aren’t you up there tonight? You still singin?”

My eyes widen. “Oh, I could never go back on stage again. I wouldn’t know what to do anymore. But I did join a choir not too far back. Just a small church one. No one even hears me.” A tingle shoots through my body remembering my last performance for him, or more, what happened after.

He chuckles. “After seein you move, I never could’ve pictured you goin to church. I’m surprised they ain’t burned you at the stake with hips like them.”

I laugh, feeling suddenly over aware of my hips now. “I joined a choir, not became a nun. It’s not that serious.”

“I take it you don’t work at Handy no more?” He questions with an eyebrow raised.

I shake my head. “No, but King and I are still close.”

He nods slowly, in thought.

We stayed talking all the way until close. Each conversation that passed, the more comfortable we grew. It was almost as if we picked up where we left off and nothing ever happened between us.

“Shit. I missed the bus.” I say, staring down the street at the now empty bus stop, the club lights shut down behind us.

Elvis brushes off my words. “Obviously, I’ll bring you home.” I spin around with guilty eyes. He points his head in the direction of a lonesome black car in the parking lot. “Come on.” He says, offering his arm to me. I take it and let him usher me over, sitting down in the passenger side after he opens the door for me.

The pink Cadillac was gone. Though, I guess it made him far too easy to spot. The black car was good for staying inconspicuous, but I’ll miss the old memories of the Cadillac.

He smiles, starting the car and pulling out of the parking spot. The radio switches on playing one of my favorite ‘feel good’ songs right now.

‘Wanna tell you I don't love you

Tell you that we're through, and I tried

But every time I see your face

I get all choked up inside’

I smile, humming along, before softly joining in, while Elvis drives down the road.

“Sugar pie, honey bunch

You know that I'm waiting for you

Can't Help Myself

I love you and nobody else”

Suddenly, the station switches. I turn to see Elvis flipping through songs.

“Hey! I like that song!” I complain.

He pretends to snore, so I smack him on the arm. He laughs. “Killer bee’s still striking. I forgot. You like doo wops, don’t you?”

“That is not a ‘doo wop’ and there ain’t nothin wrong with them anyway.” I say matter-of-factly, crossing my arms.

He shakes his head, landing on another song. “Woo! That’s more like it.”

‘My baby don't stand no cheatin', my babe

Oh, yeah, she don't stand no cheatin', my babe

She don't stand none of that midnight creepin'

My babe, true little baby, my babe’

He starts snapping along to the rhythm, singing along while making a left turn at a light. I watch him with a smile, before singing with him. He turns to me with a wide grin, dramatically singing the lyrics just to make me laugh.

He pulls up to another light with a happy sigh as the song comes to an end. He goes quiet, looking out into the distance. “Your voice, it ‘minds me of home. Makes me realize it’s been a long time since I been home.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Thought you still have Graceland?”

He shakes his head before landing his eyes on me. “Home ain’t always a place, Bumble.”

Now it’s my turn to go quiet. I stare back at him, not knowing exactly what he means by that and not knowing how to ask either.

He smiles looking into my eyes. “You ain’t aged a damn day.”

I furrow my brows with a shy grin. “That’s a good thing, I presume?”

He hums, nodding softly. “You’re still my pretty darlin.” A sudden serious look appears in his eyes. “You make me feel like myself again.”

I swallow, watching his eyes as I realize how close our faces have gotten to each other. HIS pretty darlin. I peek down at his lips. Lord, how I missed them. Still so soft and plump. He still has those cute freckles dusted over his face, and those long dark lashes, and-

*HONK*

We jump in place, looking around. The light in front of us is green, and behind us is a line of angry cars waiting. I adjust awkwardly back in my seat, turning to look out the window to pretend that nothing just happened.

Married. Married! God damnit, Honey. He’s married!

Then like that the reality of everything crashes down. God, I haven’t even mentioned anything to him about Charles. Do I tell him tonight? If I don’t tell him tonight, will I ever get the chance to again? What will he think? Will he hate me?

Every mile we get closer to my house, the more I feel like I’m going to faint.

Then, he pulls around the corner, down my block. The car creeps forward, as he looks around with a shocked face taking in the condition of the neighborhood. “You live here?”

I sigh. “S’all we could afford, but we get by.”

He stops the car in front of the house with a deadened face, noticing the lights were on. Damnit, I told him to go to bed. “We?”

Oh shit. Is now the moment?

“Um, Pearl and I had to move here.” Guess not.

“You still talk to that woman?” He questions, surprised.

I swallow hard, looking down into my lap. “After you left, Ma and Dad died in a car accident. We grew closer after that. She’s not all that bad.”

He takes my hand, holding it tightly. “I’m real sorry to hear that.”

I roll my head on the back of the seat to look at our intertwined fingers. “Sometimes I just feel like you’re all I have left.”

He eyes my defeated form, watching sadly as I meet his gaze. “I know the feelin.” He responds.

I gulp. I’m about to change that. I break loose from his grasp and instead shakily reach for the door handle. “I-um.” I swallow again. “I have something I need to tell you.” I say, as I exit the car.

He looks around confused at my sudden change in behavior, following me outside. He shuts his door, pacing over to my side. “What, Honey? What is it?” His fingers fumble nervously on my door, trapping me between the car and him.

I was really not in the mood to have something like this happen to me today, or anytime soon for that matter. You’d think after all these years I’d’ve prepared a little better for this moment, but I feel so unbearably weak and dumb now that the issue is finally standing right in front or me.

“Well, uh…” God, I feel like I’m gonna throw up. “You remember the night before you left for Germany?” I basically have to throw the words out from my lungs, otherwise they’d find a way to get stuck there for as long as possible.

His brows furrow, sentiment glistening in his eyes. “Course, how could I forget?”

‘How could he forget?’ Ain’t that some shit. Clearly he did otherwise he wouldn’t have had another woman in his arms only a few months after.

“Well, I uh…” My body shakes. Why is this the hardest thing I’ve ever done? “I got pre-”

“Mama?”

Our heads snap towards the door, where Charles stands in his pajamas. He rubs his eyes, probably sore from all the TV he be watching!

My voice searches for words, mumbling out a few incoherent noises. “Charles, go back inside, baby. I’ll be there in a minute.”

He looks between us, squinting to look closer at Elvis. I quickly pull Elvis’ face towards me so Charles wouldn’t recognize him. Not trusting his eyes, he gives me a look before going back into the house.

I let out a deep breath, but then realize what Elvis just saw. I turn back to the man whose head is still in my palms.

He shakes his head in disbelief right out of my grip. He scoffs out a dry laugh. “Sorry, didn’t know I was in’erruptin somethin’.” He steps away to walk back over to his side of the vehicle.

But before he can go too far, I grab his arm. “No, baby-Elvis!” Shit! I just did that. Oh, please just let me faint or something so I can escape this moment. He looks at me, surprised but still untrusting. “He’s not- I didn’t-”

He puts his hand up to stop me. “No, really it's fine. You don’t have to explain yourself. I’m glad you found someone that treats you better and that gave you a more beautiful family than I ever could.” He spits out, pacing back to his side.

I follow closely behind him. “Elvis, please.”

He places his hand on the roof of his car, staring down at the ground and tapping his foot. He goes silent for an agonizingly long time, breathing deeply with a dark look on his face. He turns around, stepping close to look down at me. I stop myself from breathing too heavily in fear that my chest would touch his if I did. “You let another man touch you.” He states, not asks, sinisterly, more sinisterly than he should be talking with that ring on his finger.

I scoff. Of all things on his mind. “Wasn’t that what you wanted when you left? Another man to pick up what you couldn’t?” He turns away, biting his tongue and popping his jaw, gripping harshly on the car. I shake my head, annoyed that he even has the guts to act like this. “You really think I’d let another man touch me?” I whisper. He hesitantly meets my gaze again, still upset, but slightly hopeful. “You remember any other man 9 years ago that was willing to give me a blonde, blue eyed baby?”

He gulps nervously, before swiveling his head to the side to glance back at the house. He knew what that meant.

I stare dreadfully at the ground. Of all the times I imagined how this would go, I did not expect this. “I wanted to tell you. Everytime I went by Graceland, no one was home. Tried calling but the number changed. I even had King try calling, but Colonel would hang up before we got the chance to speak. Some days I thought about going over to Hollywood to tell you myself, but I never had enough money even if I wanted to, and honestly sometimes I didn’t. You know what Ma went through with me, I was scared what the news would do to him. I don’t want him raised under hatred and flashing lights.”

He continues to say nothing, not even wanting to look at me.

I bite my lip, feeling tears build up in my eyes. I was stupid for not telling him. “Elvis, I’m sorry for puttin all this on you like that. I understand if you dont wanna stay or meet him. I-I get it. I know it’s a lot and that you have Marcella now, and I know I did wrong by not trying harder to tell you. I don’t expect you to forgive me, because even I wouldn’t.” I swallow my tears, putting on a serious face. “Punish me all you want, but don’t you dare go in there, gettin that boy’s hopes up if you don’t plan on coming back.” I say sternly.

Now, he looks at me, stunned and speechless.

“Sometimes I wish I never woulda met my daddy at all knowing now that he was gonna be taken from me so quickly like that. Don’t do that to him.” I demand, tears disobeying me and rolling down my face.

He remains quiet, processing all the information. He takes a deep breath, in thought before meeting my eyes once again. “I wanna be a part of his life.” He chuckles, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m actually glad to hear he’s mine. I was about to go in there and beat the hell outta whatever man let you live in a shithole like this.”

I sigh, rolling my eyes. The tension in my body slowly dissipates.

“But I can’t stay.”

And like that the stress comes right back.

“I couldn’t stay even if I wanted to. I gotta head back to California tomorrow. Gotta whole lot of people waitin for me back there. I’m just startin to find myself again, Bumble.” He takes my hand, softly running his thumb over my knuckles, but then comes to a stop. Confused, I watch him as some sort of idea pops into his head. “Matter of fact, come with.”

“What?!”

“Come with.” He chuckles out.

“Yeah, I heard you the first time. Elvis, are you out of your mind?”

“I know how peculiar it sounds, but I promised you I’d always take care of you and I meant it. I’m not going back to livin it up in a Hollywood mansion, knowing you and my child are back livin in the projects.”

I stare at him with no words. I couldn’t- We can’t just- Over there?

He laughs. “Well don’t just sit there like a bump on a log. Let’s get packin. I have a son I wanna meet.”

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fueledbysano · 2 years

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄. Takashi Mitsuya

You visit Mitsuya's parents for the first time in a while, now, with the presence of your newborn daughter. However, he is unsure of the welcome of your stay due to your circumstances.

♱ pairing: mitsuya x f!reader

♱ content/warnings: tooth rotting fluff, mentions of unplanned pregnancy, comfort

♱ wc: 1K

my piece for @arlertslove 's collab! Happy Birthday, Mitsuya! ♡

As you and Mitsuya traveled down the long, winding road in his childhood town and to his family's house for a Holiday visit, the heavy wintry air kindled a particular liveliness in the car.

The last time you met his family, you had just graduated from high school and had been dating for a year. But now, you two had been strong for five years; and have a newborn daughter.

Being parents during the last year of university wasn't necessarily your plan, yet you couldn't help but feel grateful for your little family and your new life with Mitsuya.

You two were fortunate enough to be interning at a fashion line to help support your family and take turns taking care of her. and in just a few month's time, you'll both be graduating.

"We've arrived," Mitsuya muttered as he pulled up to a traditional Japanese home's driveway. A colorful picnic table stood in the front yard, which you believed belonged to his sisters.

Mitsuya parked the car, leaning against the seat with a huff as he sat in silence, fists clenching tightly on the steering wheel. He was anxious from the anticipation of how his family would react to his small family of his own.

“Hey, we got this,” You extend a reassuring hand to your boyfriend. "We're going to have a good time, okay?" Knowing that he was concerned about whether his parents wouldn't approve of you still not being married, nor his and your current professions.

Mitsuya immediately relaxed against your palm on his arm, sighing slowly before turning to your infant, who was soundly napping in her car seat. Your smile, charm, and kindness were all present in the girl. Her hair and most facial traits, however, were similar to those of her father.

You exchanged smiles for the last time before exiting his car to retrieve your child then walk up to the front door.

It wasn't until a few seconds later until you were answered, and there stood his cute little sisters who looked up at you with amused expressions. The two girls' gazes first fell on their baby niece, then on their brother, who was holding her in his arms, and finally on their lovely future sister-in-law.

It was until Takashi's mother eagerly welcomed your small family into her home, s taking along Mana and Luna with her so you could all head inside that reeked the smell of a home cooked meal.

"My sweetheart! Come in, I missed my boy so much!" You watched as his mother cautiously wrapped her arms around him, before pulling away to glance at the newborn.

“Good evening, ma’am.” You bow before the woman,

“Hello, dear… you’re all grown up.” She smiled, welcoming you in her arms.

“I’m happy you made it here, how’s my grandbaby?” Hearing his mother's reaction warmed your heart. Mitsuya gave you an astonished glance, and you responded with a reassuring grin.

“She is doing amazing. All in one piece too.” Mitsuya’s mood was lightened, letting his mother hold your sleeping child in her arms. Mana and Luna peeked over their mother’s shoulders as they admired over their niece,

“What’s her name?” Mana whispered/

“Audrey.” You smiled.

“Hello, Audrey, it’s nice to meet you! We can’t wait to play with you.” Luna added, carefully patting the infant’s head.

“Uhm, mother, [ Y / N ] and I will graduate soon. We’d love to have the three of you to be there… We’ll be getting a regular job at the line too, so…” Mitsuya rambled as he poured you and himself a cup of tea.

“Well,” His mother spoke before carefully placing Aubrey on the bassinet.

“I’m very happy to hear that, son. You made me proud.” She offered you and Takashi a reassuring pat on the shoulder as she complimented you. “[ Y / N ], I knew you’d be an amazing woman. Thank you for taking care of my son. Welcome to the family.” She shared a sweet smile with you.

“Thank you, mom.” Mitsuya smiled.

“Girls, say goodnight to your brother and sis in law.”

“Good night brother! Good night [ Y / N ]-sama!” They waved before dashing to their room.

Mitsuya went back to his car to retrieve your belongings from the trunk, leaving you to look after your daughter. He started fussing just as you were about to put the bassinet together. You sighed as newborn cries erupted and resonated across the previously silent room.

“Darling, you’re going to wake grandma and aunties.” Before Mitsuya arranges your baggage on the bed, you speak soothingly to Audrey, desperate to encourage her to calm down and return to sleep.

“Let me, honey. Go get ready for bed.” Mitsuya insisted, extending his arms for you to reach. You carefully laid your daughter in his arms before kissing each of their noses before heading to the bathroom.

A mother's job never ends. Emotional, yet the rock. Tired, but keeps going. Overwhelmed, but never quits. Each and every day. It's what you have learned so far.

Fate was kind to you in that way, that you were given a loving boyfriend.

Audrey's cries continued to be heard from the bathroom sink, and she was becoming increasingly agitated due to her mother's absence. Mitsuya rocked the baby, hoping to soothe her without disturbing his mother. Even though he had the child's whisper and had gotten her to sleep as usual, nothing worked. The baby appears to be unfamiliar with her surroundings and has not yet settled.

Mitsuya, on the other hand, has long been noted for his inventiveness.

“Stop your crying, baby, it’s the sign of the times,” As his swaying pace grew softer, he began to croon softly, the song that sprang to mind being a Harry Styles song.

As she listened to her daddy's voice, the child's frowning face calmed and her once quivering lip parted.

Mitsuya chuckled softly, letting the infant wrap her fingers over his thumb.

“Just stop your crying, have the time of your life,” Audrey's cries came to a halt as his sweet voice poured out in a soothing whisper, instantly comforting her.

Audrey exchanged a tender stare with Mitsuya before her eyelids fell asleep from exhaustion, causing the man to understand how surreal it felt to be holding his child with you.

As he continued to softly sing, he didn't even register the sound of the restroom door closing. But when he senses your presence, he smiles sweetly and lets you rest your head on his shoulder as you swing together slowly.

“Harry Styles, huh?” You teased, earning a subtle chuckle from your boyfriend.

You soon headed to the bed and let him put your daughter on her own. He soon changed into pyjamas before crawling into bed with you, placing soft kisses over your shoulder.

Although he couldn't see it, you flash a smile, reaching behind to take his hand. But what you heard next was something you didn't expect; Mitsuya was crying.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You turn to the opposite side, only to be met by his tight embrace.

“I’m just happy everything turned out fine with them.” He chuckled.

“You’re a good dad, you know?” You assured, stroking soft circles over his bicep before kissing his lip softly,

“I love you,”

Like said, fate was gracious enough to bestow him upon you. You sure don't know what the future brings, but with the right people, you know that you will be fine.

you may be unmarried, but you two made pretty damn good parents.

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totowlff · 1 year

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chapter twenty-three — this party became a funeral

➝ elisabeth’s nephew adores her, and his birthday party should have been a happy occasion. but even his son’s birthday won’t stop mathias from making his feelings about elisabeth and toto known.

➝ word count: 5,3k

➝ warnings: cursing, physical agression

FEBRUARY, 2016

Sitting in her black Mercedes C-Class at a red light at the Innere Stadt, Elisabeth drummed her fingers on the steering wheel absentmindedly. Ever since her and Toto had left his penthouse to head to Lichtental, she felt a little strange. Her lips were dry and her hands were cold.

However, she was mentally and physically restless, and it reflected in the way she was fidgeting.

— Liesl? — Toto's voice pulled her out of her thoughts — It’s a green light.

She blinked, looking at the traffic light. Behind her, a driver honked his horn, surely complaining about the delay she was causing at the intersection. Elisabeth snorted and put the car into first gear, almost stalling the car out trying to go. She didn't even have to look away to know that Toto was watching her, reading her like a book, trying to figure out what was troubling her.

— You're nervous — he said.

Elisabeth gave him a sidelong glance, forcing a smile.

— Of course not, dear.

— You are nervous, Liesl.

— Toto, I'm perfectly fine — she said, glancing down the street.

— Elisabeth, I know you well enough to know when you're okay and when you're not — he argued — And right now, you're nervous.

She huffed.

It only took a few seconds of silence for Toto to speak again.

— Liesl, tell me what is making you nervous…

— For fuck’s sake, Torger, I'm not nervous! — she exclaimed, glancing at him again.

— Watch out! — Toto yelled back, pointing at something in front of her.

Elisabeth turned her head back to the road, slamming on the brakes when she realized she was practically on top of a crosswalk, where an old lady was crossing slowly, holding a cane. The screech of the tires against the asphalt made the elderly woman jump, startled. She looked at her, yelling a series of unkind words. Not even her apologetic gestures served to calm her.

— Fuck — she whispered, her heart racing in her chest.

Toto was right.

She was definitely nervous.

— Are you sure you’re okay, baby? — Toto asked her, touching her leg.

— Yes, yes. I'm just…

— Nervous?

— Yeah — Elisabeth finally admitted, shifting back into first gear and accelerating again. Silence stretched inside the car.

— It’s because of Mathias, isn't it? — Toto said.

The mention of her brother's name had her clenching her teeth and squeezing the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white. She hadn't seen him since that fateful Christmas dinner at their parents' house. She never wanted to see him again, especially after the rude comments he’d made to her at dinner. Yet there she was, on a Saturday afternoon, sitting in traffic on her way to his apartment, near Sobieskiplatz. However, it was for a special reason. After all, Elisabeth was going to visit her nephew, the birthday boy, and the little guy you loved most in the entire world. Her Lenny.

She wasn't expecting the invitation to the little celebration Mathias and Claire would have, especially after everything her brother had seen, said and done to her and Toto.

However, she was surprised on a cold Wednesday morning by the name of her sister-in-law on the caller ID.

— Hello? — she answered, a little tense.

— Hi, Elisabeth — she heard Claire's cheery voice on the other end of the line — How are you?

— I'm fine, and you, Claire?

— I'm fine too — she replied.

— How are my nephews?

— Both of them are alright. In fact, I'm calling you on behalf of one of them.

In the background, she heard a child's laughter.

— I suppose it's on behalf of him.

— Yeah, it is. Lenny wants to invite you to his birthday party.

In the background, Elisabeth heard her nephew babble the words 'party' and 'Lenny', which made her smile. However, her joy was soon replaced by concern as she remembered who would also be at the party.

— Claire, I would love to go, but I don't know if Mathias…

— Oh, don't worry about Mathias — her sister-in-law said, interrupting her — He'll behave himself.

Elisabeth blinked.

— What do you mean?

— Let's just say we had a serious conversation when we got home after the Christmas’ dinner at your parents' house. What he did was unacceptable and I apologize for his behavior.

— Claire, there's no need for that. He — she hesitated for a few seconds — Has a right to feel frustrated with me.

— No, he doesn't — she snapped — He has no right to feel uncomfortable that you have a boyfriend, no matter who he is.

Elisabeth swallowed hard.

— Do you know what happened? — she asked in a low voice.

— Of course I do — Claire replied — Mathias makes a point of reminding me almost every day that you and Toto are together and how angry it makes him.

In the background, she heard Lenny say 'Toto', followed by a laugh.

— Even Lenny knows? — Elisabeth asked, feeling something warm spread through her body. She didn't know she needed to hear a toddler say Toto's name until she heard Lennon say it. She tried to imagine a little boy saying “daddy”.

— Yes, Lenny knows about Onkel Toto too. He even recognizes him on television, much to Mathias' despair — Claire laughed — In fact, Lenny would be very happy if Onkel Toto also came to his party.

She looked up, looking at Toto. Sitting on the couch, he was concentrating on his iPad, reading that day's issue of the Financial Times on the app she'd downloaded for him. With one hand at his temple and his glasses on the bridge of his nose, he seemed to be in his own world.

— Elisabeth, are you still there? — she heard Claire ask on the other end of the line.

— Yes, yes, I was only distracted for a second — she replied quickly, making her sister-in-law laugh.

— So, do you accept Lenny's invitation?

Looking back at Toto, who was tapping on something on the iPad screen, she smiled.

— Yes, we do.

— Great, I'll text you the details.

— Okay, sounds wonderful — Elisabeth replied, smiling.

After hearing Lennon kiss her goodbye, she set her phone on the kitchen counter and headed into the living room, where Toto was sitting. She approached the sofa and sat beside him in silence. A few seconds later, he looked up at her.

— Is everything okay?

— Yes — she said softly.

— Who were you talking to?

— Claire. Well, Claire and Lenny.

— And what did they want?

— Well, Claire wanted to apologize for what Mathias did over Christmas. And Lenny wanted to invite Tante Elisabeth and Onkel Toto to his birthday party — she smiled when she referred to him as Lennon's uncle.

Toto raised an eyebrow.

— Onkel Toto?

— Well, he already calls you that, so I think you should take on that role, don't you? — she smiled, leaning her head on his shoulder. The team principal was silent for a few seconds, thoughtful.

— How old is he going to be? — he asked.

— Two — Elisabeth muttered, as Toto picked up the iPad again — What are you doing?

— Looking for books.

She picked her head off of his shoulder.

— Toto, Lennon can't read.

— But his parents can. Or at least his mother can, since I doubt anything gets through that thick head of your brother’s.

Elisabeth slapped his arm.

— Don't talk like that about Mathias!

— I’m kidding, Liesl — he chuckled as he typed something into the iPad's search bar. Seconds later, dozens of children's titles appeared on the screen, their covers filled with colorful designs. Then, after swiping down a few times, he clicked on one of the options, the drawing of a dog in a red race car on the cover.

— 'Number One Sam'?

— Yes — Toto replied.

— What is it about?

Toto swiped his finger across the screen, looking for the book summary.

— “Sam is the best racing driver in history, but when his best friend Maggie shows her talent, Sam doesn't know how to handle second place. Will he learn what it means to be a winner?” — he read in a theatrical tone of voice.

— Seems interesting.

— Do you think he'll like it?

— As much as he likes his Onkel, I'm sure he will — she said, making Toto smile broadly in satisfaction.

'Number One Sam' was just one of the books Toto bought. He selected five titles, all about racing and cars, to give to Lenny for his birthday. But if Toto wanted their nephew to learn about the family passion in theory, she wanted him to do it in practice.

And there was no better way to do that than by giving him his first car, an electric-powered Mercedes. Well, a mini-Mercedes, in red, to match the decor of his room and not to irritate her brother, a Tifosi since he was little, even more.

Looking in the rearview mirror, she saw the silver bow glistening on the steering wheel of the car, as well as the box of books Toto had chosen.

— Liesl? — she heard Toto say.

Elisabeth blinked, coming back to reality.

— Yeah?

— Are you like this because of Mathias?

— More or less — she stammered.

Toto put his hand on her leg once more.

— You know he can't do anything to you. If he tries, I'll be there and I won't hesitate to defend you.

Her eyes met his at a glance.

— You know you can't do that.

— Why not, Liesl?

She shook her head.

— Because everyone will be there. My father, my mother, Lukas — she explained.

He snorted.

— Liesl, I’m not a coward. I can't bear to see him teasing and not do anything.

— But you'll have to. You can't just punch my brother at his son's birthday party — she replied, as she drove through Vienna's narrow streets, Liechtensteinpark passing through the window.

— Elisabeth, I won't make it through the party if he — he snapped.

— Toto, if you can make it through an entire race weekend without strangling Christian Horner, I'm sure you can make it through a few hours without killing my brother.

He shifted uncomfortably in the seat beside her, jaw clenching. Toto was definitely feeling annoyed. Quickly shifting gears, Elisabeth placed her hand on his.

— Darling, please — she glanced at Toto.

— What? — he muttered.

— Just leave Mathias to me, okay?

Toto was silent for a few seconds.

— Okay — he said, finally relenting.

The rest of the way to Mathias's apartment was silent. When parking the car in front of the building where her brother and his wife lived, Elisabeth saw her father's green Jaguar parked nearby, smiling at the sight. “Of course he would be the first to arrive”, she thought, turning off the car.

— Will you help me with the car? — she asked.

— Yes, Liesl — he replied, his lips curved in a shy smile.

Taking Lennon's gifts from the backseat of the car, they entered the building. In her hands were the books, while Toto carried the mini-car under his arm. As they stepped into the elevator, she turned to the mirror, staring at her reflection for a few seconds.

— You look beautiful — Toto murmured, his free hand reaching for hers, taking her fingers gently. Looking at him, Elisabeth smiled.

— Thanks, honey — she replied, looking down at the floor.

She remained silent for a few moments, until the elevator door opened. However, before Elisabeth could take a step towards the hallway, she felt Toto's hand grip hers tighter. Looking at him again, she saw him smile.

— I love you. Don’t forget that.

— It's impossible to forget that, my love — she replied, leaning in for a peck on his lips before leaving the elevator.

They walked down the hall to the door of apartment 312, where they could already hear the sounds of animated conversation and children's laughter. As Toto placed the mini-car on the ground, Elisabeth pressed the button for the doorbell, waiting for a few seconds for the knob to turn and the door open, revealing Mathias, who was holding Lennon.

— Tante! — her nephew exclaimed, lunging forward, arms outstretched to give her a hug. Elisabeth opened her arms almost immediately, taking the boy in them — You came!

— Of course I came, Mausi! — she laughed, kissing his cheek tenderly — How are you?

— Fine — he stammered, putting his little hands on her face. Elisabeth smiled even wider, placing a kiss on the tip of Lenny's nose, who laughed, throwing his head into the crook of her neck, in a tight hug. As she hugged her nephew, her eyes met Mathias'.

Her brother didn't look happy at all.

— How are you, Mathias? — she asked, trying to keep your tone light.

— Fine, Elisabeth — he replied dryly — I see you brought your…

— Business partner — she said, cutting him off before he could say anything that wasn't right for her nephew's ears — It was Lenny who asked him to come, wasn't it, Mausi?

The kid lifted his head from her shoulder and looked at Toto, his little face indicating that he remembered the man beside her from somewhere. Seeing the doubt in Lennon's eyes, Elisabeth brought her face to his ear.

— It's Toto, Mausi — she whispered — The one you see on TV with Tante, along with those super fast cars.

The little boy looked at her and then at Toto, a wide smile on his face.

— Onkel Toto — he said.

— Nice to meet you, Lennon — Toto replied, taking her nephew's hand and greeting him in a comically formal way — I hear you like cars a lot, is that true?

— Yeah! — he exclaimed.

— Then I think you'll like your gift — Toto smiled, stepping to the side and revealing the red mini-Mercedes.

The little boy let out an excited little squeal, practically kicking for Elisabeth to put him down. Releasing him, she saw Lenny approach the car with his eyes shining with happiness and his little fingers touching the toy, as if he wanted to make sure it was real.

— Trying to buy off my son, Toto? I thought you played fair — her brother muttered behind her. Turning to face Toto, Elisabeth noticed that his jaw was locked. Then, she looked at Mathias.

— The car is from me, Mathias — she spat, lifting the red package in her hand — This is Toto's present.

She pressed the package into Toto’s hands and watched as he turned his back on her brother and bent down to speak to Lenny.

— Did you like your car, Lennon?

— Yes — the little boy said excitedly.

— That's good — Toto smiled — It was a gift from your Tante. This one from me.

He took the red package with a little uncertainty.

— What is this?

— They're books, Lennon. Your Tante and I have chosen them especially for you.

— Do they have cars?

Toto laughed.

— There are several cars in them. Some like this one — he said, patting the hood of the mini-Mercedes. As Toto helped Lenny undo the bow from the box with the books, Elisabeth looked at her brother, who was watching the scene with a clenched jaw.

— Has Lukas arrived yet? — she asked.

— Yes, he is with mom and dad inside — he replied coldly.

— Great — she smiled, before turning back to Lennon and Toto, who were looking through one of the books. The scene caused something warm to spread through her chest, and she felt something certain.

“This man is going to be the father of my children”, she thought, as she knelt on the floor beside them, a smile on her face.

— Did you like the gifts, Mausi?

— Yes, Tante — Lennon replied, jumping up and down. The way he was restless, moving all the time, was an undeniable trait of the Lauda family. “Always moving”, she thought.

— And what do you say when you get a gift?

— Thanks — the little boy said.

— That's right — she smiled — Now come here so I can give you a kiss.

Her nephew approached her, wrapping his arms around her neck, offering his cheek for Elisabeth to kiss, the giggles echoing down the hall. As she pulled her face away from his, she glanced at Toto, who was watching them interact.

— I think Onkel Toto wants a hug from you too, Mausi — she said, smiling. Lenny didn't need another word to throw himself into Toto’s arms, hugging him tightly. Soon Toto's hands were on the boy's back, returning the hug. On his face, a wide smile.

— Shall we show the car to your Opa? — Elisabeth asked Lenny, who nodded. She helped her nephew get into the mini-Mercedes, while Toto showed him how to accelerate and brake. Soon, they were walking into her brother's apartment, with Lennon in front of them, speeding wildly towards the living room.

As she watched the scene, she felt a nudge on her arm.

— Speed is in your blood — Toto said quietly.

— Well, theirs — Elisabeth returned — You know I hate it.

— The way you drive, I'd say you just haven't discovered the pleasure of speed yet.

She looked at the team principal, one eyebrow raised.

— Is that your way of saying I’m a bad driver?

— That's my way of saying you'd be fantastic on a circuit.

She just laughed before they got to the living room. The place was all decorated with red balloons. On the dining room table, in addition to the sweets and the cake decorated with red cars, there were more balloons and Ferrari symbols. The feeling Elisabeth had was that she had just entered Monza on a race day, or maybe Maranello.

— Opa, Opa, look what I got — Lenny yelled as he passed her father, laughing as the electric motor whirred in the mini-Mercedes. Niki laughed at the sight of his grandson sitting in the red car, until he noticed the silver star.

— Where did you get that Mercedes from, Lenny? — he asked, hands in his jeans pockets.

— I won — the boy replied, accelerating around the decorated dining table.

— But I thought you liked the Ferrari — Marlene said, laughing.

— I like them both — Lenny said, stopping the car between them. Elisabeth glanced at Toto, who had a satisfied smile on his face. “Another convert”, she thought.

— I wonder who gave you that — his father muttered, looking up at her, a playful expression on his face. Approaching him, she opened her arms theatrically.

— Of course it was his Tante.

— I thought you knew the party was going to be Ferrari-themed — Niki said, crossing his arms. She greeted him with a kiss on the cheek.

— I figured it would be. But I'm loyal to the company I work for — she replied, glancing at Toto, who was saying hello to her mother.

— For someone who doesn't like motorsport, you've become quite invested — Marlene muttered, casting a curious glance at Elisabeth, then at Toto. She understood exactly what she was getting at.

— Have you forgotten that I am the daughter of a three-time Formula 1 World Champion? — she said, giving her father a wink as he shook Toto’s hand.

— With your thick head? Never — her mother smiled, before giving her a kiss on the cheek — Did you two come together?

She blinked. Arriving together when they didn't want to draw attention to themselves hadn't been the best idea. But before she even opened her mouth, Toto had an excuse ready.

— Yes. I didn't know the way and unfortunately I'm no good with the GPS app on my phone, so I asked if Elisabeth could guide me in exchange for a ride. She was very kind to accompany me here — he replied, smiling.

To her relief, Toto’s response was enough to satisfy both her father and mother, who soon changed the conversation to talk about Lenny and how much he had grown in the last few months.

They chatted for a few minutes before Claire quickly appeared in the living room to greet Elisabeth and Toto before returning to the kitchen, where she was organizing food and drinks for the guests.

As small of a party as it was, only for family and close friends, her sister-in-law insisted that everything was perfect, even if it made her spend hours running from one place to another instead of resting because of her pregnancy.

It didn't take long for her mother to join Claire in the kitchen, leaving Elisabeth alone with Toto and her father. Being alone with them meant the subject would automatically turn to motorsport.

With the time she dedicated to the team, Elisabeth was more knowledgeable than she was at the beginning, when she didn't understand anything that was being said. However, she always ended up stumbling over the technical terms, which made her end up rambling in the middle of the conversation. As Niki and Toto were talking, she couldn’t help but notice the cute dimple that appeared in Toto's cheek every time he smiled at something her father said, neither the way he scrunched his nose. But then, she felt someone tap her shoulder. Turning around, she came face to face with Mathias, who had an impassive expression on his face.

— Elisabeth — he said, dryly.

— Yes, Mathias — she replied, a stiff smile on her face.

— Can we speak in private?

Glancing quickly at her father and Toto, Elisabeth looked for acknowledgement from the two of them. While Niki limited himself to a nod, the team principal took a sip of the juice that had been served by Claire, looking down at his feet. Turning to face Mathias, she noticed that he was glaring at Toto.

— Yes, we can — Elisabeth replied, as she looked around for somewhere to leave her glass of juice.

— Let me hold it for you — Toto said quietly, taking the glass from her hand.

— Thanks, Toto — she smiled before leaving him with her father and following Mathias through the apartment.

Her brother led her through a gaggle of children and other relatives who were at the party, to the apartment's hallway, heading towards one of the white doors. He opened it unceremoniously, and stepped inside, nodding for her to follow. Mathias had taken Elisabeth to his office, which was decorated a bit chaotically. Helmets and trophies were scattered all over the walls and shelves, as well as several pictures, both alone and with the people he loved.

Lenny and Claire.

Niki and Marlene.

Lukas and Elisabeth.

As she looked at one of the images, where he was sitting in a kart with their father at his side, she heard his voice behind her back. He didn’t sound happy.

— Aren't you ashamed of yourself, Elisabeth?

She turned to Mathias, shocked.

— What are you talking about?

— I had told myself after I walked out of that meeting room that I didn't want to see your face for a long time — he spat — I was completely disgusted by what I had witnessed.

— You think I was happy about it, Mathias?

— And then… Lenny's birthday was coming up and Claire told me you had to come. We got into an argument about it, but she was adamant.

— Mathias — she stammered, shocked.

— I even came up with some excuse for her to not invite you, but she made a point of calling you, to invite you to my son's birthday.

— Your son is my nephew, Mathias.

— Well, he is my son.

— Besides, it's not his fault you saw…

— Wolff eating your pussy? — her brother snapped, making heat rise into her face.

— Well… Yeah — Elisabeth stuttered — Lenny has nothing to do with it.

— Indeed. I eventually accepted that you would come. I told myself I’d say hello to you, and to be civil with you, even after everything you’ve done, not only to me, but to our father…

— You talk as if I've committed a crime, Mathias — she said.

— It's worse than that, Elisabeth — her brother growled, making her wince — It's much worse.

— Mathias, I'm just dating…

— That's not why I’m angry, Elisabeth, and you don’t understand that — he continued.

— Then explain to me, Mathias! — she countered.

Her brother took a step forward, his eyes filled with anger.

— You just showed up here with the fucker who was eating your fucking pussy in the middle of the damn paddock, Elisabeth.

— Claire invited him, not me — she exclaimed.

— Fuck that, Elisabeth. That doesn’t mean he had to come. — Mathias raised his voice.

— Did you bring me in here to tell me this? That he shouldn't be here? — she said, laughing at the irony — Frankly, Mathias…

— Yeah, I brought you in here to tell you that that motherfucker shouldn't be here — he snapped. The way he was talking about the man she loved made her blood boil.

— Don't talk about Toto like that, Mathias! — she yelled.

— I will say what I please, Elisabeth. This is my house — he yelled back.

— That doesn't give you the right to be an asshole!

— You who fuck our father's friend it’s me who’s the asshole? — Mathias asked, loudly, his tone dripping with bitterness — You just think this is a fucking joke! You two look like reckless teenagers making out in secret!

— We're not being reckless, Mathias, we're fully aware — she started to reply, only to be interrupted by her brother.

— No, Elisabeth! — he yelled — Neither of you are aware of what you're doing!

— Yes we are! — she returned it.

Her brother took three strides, coming face to face with her.

— If you had any idea what you're doing, you'd look into our father's eyes and say you two have been fucking behind his back for almost two years — Mathias yelled, his finger raised.

— We're not doing anything behind his back, Mathias — she yelled — And don’t put your finger in my fucking face when you talk to me!

— Oh, you’re not, are you? — he said, giving an incredulous laugh as he backed away from her. Then Mathias turned to Elisabeth again — So what were you doing with Mr. Wolff in that office in Spa? Discussing business? Chatting like good friends? Didn’t know your eyes were between your legs.

She stared at her brother silently, feeling the tears well up in her eyes. She’d never felt so angry in your life, not even during the hellish years she lived at the Vienna International School.

— Honestly, for you to care so much about who I'm fucking, you must not have enough to do — Elisabeth yelled — I think you should worry about minding your fucking business instead of meddling in mine!

— I'm worried about dad, Elisabeth!

— You talk like I'm not!

— It sure doesn’t seem like you are, you fucking slut!

She rushed toward Mathias with heavy steps.

Then a slap echoed through the room.

Her brother stared at her in disbelief, with his hand over his face.

The anger Elisabeth felt was so great that she hadn't even noticed the moment the tears started streaming down her face, leaving a hot trail down her cheeks.

She had been called a lot of things in her lifetime.

Fat. Ugly. Boring. Stupid.

But that had been the first time anyone had called her a slut, and the last person she had expected to call her that was her own brother.

Still staring at Mathias' shocked expression, she heard the door open.

— What's going on here? — Claire asked, her voice between indignation and shock — Don’t you two know how to keep it civil?

— Your husband doesn't know — she muttered.

Her sister-in-law approached them, clearly annoyed.

— Everyone at the party was listening to the two of you screaming.

She swallowed hard.

— If it wasn't for this slut…

— Mathias! — Claire exclaimed.

— Yes, this is what she is, Claire! She is a fucking bitch who doesn't care about anyone but herself! She's a bitch, a slut, a who...

— If you finish that word, you're going to regret it — Elisabeth heard a male voice from the door say. Standing in the doorway, Toto's gaze was filled with anger. She'd never seen him as angry as he was at that moment.

Mathias looked at the team principal, his jaw clenched.

Noticing that her cheeks were wet, Toto walked towards her, taking her face in his hands.

— Are you okay, baby? — he asked Elisabeth, his voice immediately becoming warm and loving, a sharp contrast to the coldness and anger he’d spoken to Matthias with.

— Baby? — Mathias said, in a tone of derision — Are you fucking serious, Toto?

She felt her blood boil again, her feet moving before she could even register it. Then, she felt Toto's arms around her, preventing her from approaching her brother to slap him again.

— Shut the fuck up, Mathias! — Elisabeth yelled, trying to free herself without success. She wanted to beat him until he was toothless.

— Or what, Elisabeth? What are you going to do? — he said, challenging her, while Claire put herself in front of him, trying to dissuade him from continuing. But he continued to spew venom at her — Are you going to tell all to dad? I will love to tell him we're fighting because I caught you fucking his best friend. His only friend!

— Shut up, Mathias — Claire snarled, while Toto was still fighting to keep her from advancing on her brother — That's none of your business, be quiet.

— I won't keep quiet about this, Claire! Not as long as she continues this story with this motherfucker. She knows how Toto is important to dad and she’s still fucking him! She's a bitch!

— Shut up! — she yelled.

They kept exchanging curses, until the last person Elisabeth wanted to see this fight appeared at the office door.

— What the hell is going on here? — Niki snapped. He looked completely annoyed.

She stopped fighting to free herself from Toto’s arms, while Mathias stopped trying to get close to her. In silence, they watched their father enter the office, approaching them. His blue eyes flickered between his two children, the disappointment clear in his expression.

— I asked a question.

— Answer dad, Elisabeth — Mathias teased, an almost devilish smile on his lips — Bet he will love to know what his golden girl is up to.

— Shut up, Mathias — Niki scolded, to his son's surprise — Thanks to you, Lenny is crying on your mother's lap, scared of all this screaming, simply because you two don't know how to talk like adults.

— It’s Mathias that doesn't know! He’s an asshole who thinks that can control my life — Elisabeth said, only to receive a stern look from her father.

— I don't know the reason for this stupid fight and I don't even want to know. The only thing I want is for you to apologize to each other and treat each other with a modicum of respect, which you haven’t been able to do since Christmas.

Her jaw clenched. She didn't want to apologize to Mathias. She hadn't done anything wrong. A few seconds of silence passed, without any of them saying a word.

— I'm waiting — Niki said, crossing his arms — And I can wait as long as it takes for you to act like two humans and not animals like before.

Claire looked at her husband reproachfully, in an attempt to pressure him to speak first. It took a few seconds for him to finally say the two words their father had asked for.

— Sorry, Elisabeth — Mathias muttered.

She blinked, trying to swallow the lump in her throat.

— It's your turn, Liesl — Toto said softly.

— Sorry — she managed to say, in a thin voice.

Niki looked at her, seriously.

— Better. Now you're going to go back into the room and act like normal adults and not rude children. Understood?

— Yes, dad — Elisabeth and her brother said in unison.

— Great — he said, turning to leave the office, leaving them behind, in silence.

Mathias looked at her one last time, seeming to refrain from saying anything. Then Claire patted his shoulder twice, seriously.

— Let's go back to the living room, honey. Lenny needs us.

— After she's gone, Claire — he muttered — She and her asshole boyfriend. I don't want those liars in my house anymore.

Elisabeth pressed her lips together. "How can he be so stupid?", she thought.

— As you wish, idiot — she said, leaving the office with Toto.

#toto wolff #formula 1 fic #formula 1 fanfic #wlffog #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #natsversion #f1 x oc #formula 1 x oc #toto wolff x oc #scwlff

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Rottmnt Future AU

“A Jotaro’s story”

One-Shot ( In English )

"Dear diary... this is how I should start this?, no, better ummm, Binnacle 1: This is Jotaro Hamato-Miyamoto, reporting for the mission, yes!! Sounds better!"The mutant bunny exclaimed while he wrote down in his small pocket notebook "Today seems to be a very special day because my parents are more than happy, I think it's because I just turned 7 years old and I think they want us to go for a walk because I saw my dad Usagi pack a lot of our things "Wrote Jotaro, while he continued writing with emotion, his rabbit-yokai father was on the phone while ordering some bags

"Yes, understood,shinpai suru na/Don't worry, we have all the essentials, it will be the first festival he will attend and I know he will be happy to see you... Yes, ok, send my regards to Tomoe-San and Gennosuke-Kun I will be delighted to see you again…sayonara” the Samurai rabbit said goodbye in the most polite way possible

After his call Usagi set out to see his dear husband Leonardo, a turtle in his 40s, current leader of the Hamato Clan,but upon entering the room, he was blinded by a beautiful scene, which he had to immortalize with a cell phone video (a very old one for someone who has lived in New York since 2023)

"Who is the most beautiful baby-conejito in the whole multiverse~? It's you!!" Leo shouted as he carried Jotaro in his arms and tickled him

"Dad! Stop! I'm already a big boy!" Exclaimed Jotaro I laughed

"I know~, but you're as cute and soft as a marshmallow, I could eat you if I wanted to" Leo said making bite gestures

"That's very nice Leo-San, I think my father-in-law and brothers-in-law will love to see this" Usagi said, while sending the video to everyone in the family group

"What!? Not Usagi!!" He yelled as he set Jotaro down "You know how they get when I do and say those things!!, especially my dad!!" He exclaimed with feelings of anger and embarrassment

"But why is it so bad? Look, they already answered and they seem happy with this" He showed his cell phone and to Leo's horror they all wrote at the same time

Mikey: Awww!!! That's my favorite rabbit-turtle nephew!! >///w///< Leo, you look so weird, when we're on missions you never smile anymore, but here you look all cute 🥰🥰🥰

Donnie: I literally had to go out on the roof of the house and laugh just because Daniel is taking his nap🤣🤣🤣 Congratulations Leo, you turned cheesy like dad

Raph: Jotaro is so big!! I'm so happy and I hope to see you tonight to celebrate eating pizza 🍕🍕🍕

Splinter: He's the most beautiful rabbit-boy in the world~!! I expected nothing less from the grandson of the great Lou-Jitsu 😎😎😎

ML-Irma: It's a little weird, but very cute 💖💖💖

Jenny: I can't believe I must look like this when I carry the kids from the dojo, whatever, Happy birthday Jotaro 💛🤟🏻

Casey: I won't say that this surprises me because I already lived it 😅😅😅

April: Awww my life!! He's so tiny❤️, Thanks for recording this Usagi, Donnie hadn't laughed like that in weeks, we'll be waiting for you tonight, have a good interdimensional trip!! 😎🤟🏽🌀🌀🌀

"They are very happy" - Usagi said calmly

"This is bad for my reputation as a leader"-Said the turtle, covering his face

"Before being a leader, you are a brother, son and father" Usagi said grabbing his shoulder "And there is nothing to be ashamed of...in fact you look very cute" He ended up standing on tiptoes and kissing his husband on the lips

"...I could get used to being cute" he said in a seductive tone as he pressed his husband against his chest"

"F-Fine, hurry up with the portal, I have everything ready" Usagi ordered as he got out of that sexy hug

"Ok, but first one more game!! Rocket-Jitsu!!" Leo exclaimed, picking up his little son again and spinning around

"Leo, Mariko-san wants to see Jotaro too, remember?"

Leonardo stopped short "Oh yes... she..." after that he lowered Jotaro and prepared to concentrate because entering the dimension of Feudal Japan of the Yokai wasn’t an easy task "Hold Jotaro”

"Ready" Usagi said without hesitation

"Woahhh!! Someday I'll do that too!!" exclaimed the bunny-turtle

"Finish your self-defense lessons first, and then we'll move on to the wooden sword."

"Daddy Usagi, that's boring~"

"Do you think your father and I learned the art of being a swordsman overnight? It requires years of training and discipline, I'm pretty sure your grandfather Splinter was stricter than us, right Leo?”

"I-I'm not listening to you, I just opened the portal, let's go!" Leo exclaimed, because the truth is that Splinter had taught them in ways...unconventional, in any case, the three of them were already on their way to the Usagi’s dimension,The Yokai Japan

…

A blue portal opens on the outskirts of a beautiful village, full of peace and life. Usagi came out of it and after taking a breath of fresh air said "Tadaima / I'm home"

"It's so beautiful..." Leo said as he closed the portal "I almost wish I lived here...it's so peaceful..."

"But New York needs you and your brothers" Usagi replied leaving Jotaro on the ground "My world has enjoyed peace and comfort thanks to the agreements between clans and the technological advances that your brother Donatello has given us”

"Don't even tell me, he asked me to please take a video of his inventions, with his trademark" He said, showing a message from Donnie asking him that no one could profit from his inventions

"Dads! Come on! I want to start with my birthday!" Jotaro exclaimed, jumping like an excited rabbit.

"Calm down Jotaro, the festival is not going anywhere first we have to go leave our things with some friends of mine"

"Does Tomoe know we came?"

"Of course, we have to hurry to make the most of the day" Usagi said, taking Jotaro by the hand "Besides, Mari-san must be waiting with them"

"Mari-san?" asked Jotaro confused"

"So we say to Mariko, your mother"

Those last words were like the blade of a katana grazing Leonardo's neck. Even though Jotaro had both his and Usagi's DNA, thanks to Draxum and his abilities to create through mutagen, he was also the son of Mariko, ex-girlfriend and best friend of his husband Usagi, since they needed the DNA of a female turtle-mutant or rabbit-yokai when they wanted to have a baby., and as much as they wanted Jennika's, she was not the one, since she had previously been human and her mutant DNA was the same as Leonardo’s,So the only option was Mariko-san, who willingly and unconditionally agreed, since she was doing it for her childhood friend after all.

Leo proceeded to take his son's other hand and the three of them went together to the temple.

"This place is very nice!!" Exclaimed Jotaro

"I know, it's strange no longer hearing the everyday noises of the city"

"Well, at least it looks like the fights are multiversal" Leo said as he pointed to two Yokais fighting in a food stall.

"Hey! I asked you for a kilogram of apples!! Are you an idiot or what?!! Exclaimed a rather large Yokai-pig

"I-I'm so sorry sir, the scale failed and I'm using another method to weigh the food" stuttered the salesman yokai-marmot

"Well hurry up!!, what kind of place is this?!

"And I thought that Meatsweats was selective" Leo said with a slightly mocking tone "I'll take care of it"

"It's fine, but no threatening with weapons" Usagi told him

"What is dad going to do?" asked Jotaro

"He will only speak kindly to those gentlemen, don't worry”

"Is there a problem gentlemen?" Leo asked in a neutral voice.

"It's none of your business, Kappa!" exclaimed the pig

"The gentleman does his best to provide you with a service, you shouldn't pressure him like that...!" Before he knew it, the pig pushed him with both hands

"So you'd rather have that shell pressed on you?!" He yelled angrily as a crowd began to surround them.

"...I'd like to see you try..." Leo replied with a mischievous smile.

Without thinking, the Yokai-pig rushed towards him without knowing what awaited him. Leo began to dodge him with the martial arts of his clan, the pig could not give him a single blow and term falling to the ground because of how exhausted he was

"No one likes bullies like you" Leo said triumphantly.

"Be... a real man and fight for real!!" The pig yelled as he tried to get up.

"...If that's what you want" Said the turtle grabbing his katanas and just seeing their shine was enough for the Yokai-pig to run away from the place, screeching as only pigs know how to do"Uh, I thought it would be a duel to the death with knives" He said with a mischievous smile, returning his weapons to their place.

"Thank you very much, that bully is always around these parts and takes advantage of the smaller vendors" The little yokai vendor explained

"You don't have to worry anymore" Leo said as he looked for something in his bag "Here, this should fix the scale" he said as he handed him some special screws, patented by Donnie of course

"Arigato Kappa!!" He exclaimed the groundhog giving a slight bow

Leo bowed and left with his husband and son "Shall we go?" He asked him, taking Usagi's hand.

"You were amazing" Usagi said

"What can I say? I'm an expert in attracting attention" Leo replied waving the tail of his mask which hair was

"That was awesome Dad!!" Jotaro shouted "He went Ahhh !! And you dodged him with a Fiumm !! And then he ran away doing Oink!" Jotaro narrated while he laughed

"Remember Jotaro, your father used self defense before his weapons"

"I know, I know, I'll practice my defense more" The little hybrid replied

"Very well, now let's go to the temple"

And without further ado, the family held hands going to their destination, hoping not to have any more setbacks.

I hope you liked it, this is the English version of the One-Shot :3

#rottmnt #rise tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rise of tmnt #rise isn't over yet #rottmnt leo #rottmnt usagi #rottmnt jotaro #tmnt 2k18 #tmnt #leosagi #katanashipping #point #leo x usagi #rottmnt future au

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lostbbygorl · 2 years

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FATE AND HATE: EREN YEAGER X READER (PART 4)

A/N: BEHOLD THE LONGEST CHAP IVE WRITTEN AND MY FAVORITE ONE SO FAR AAAHHH

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SYNOPSIS: Vinnie and Elijah reach a new stage in their friendship (which might turn into more) while Emilia’s fight with Leo makes him realize he is capable of feeling fear and taking things seriously. Eren starts nearing success with Y/N, but there’s far more bonding he has to do with Elijah…

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Eren slammed the door shut behind him, his eyes running over every detail in Y/N’s house.

“Thanks for inviting me into your home” He absent mindedly muttered, admiring Y/N’s taste in decorations and furniture.

“Mr. Yeager, you barged inside that taxi with me and entered my home uninvited” Y/N scoffed.

“Well, it’s a really pretty house,” He said honestly. Y/N’s house reflected the vibrancy in her soul and the grace she always carried herself with perfectly. The off white walls boasted antique paintings and baroque mirrors. In the living room, a faux fur rug, dark beige and woodish in color sat proudly in front of a large, soft gray sofa and one sofa bed. The glass coffee table on the rug had a vase of fresh pink roses and books stacked in order of thickness, all of it facing a wide screen television. Another faux fur rug of the same color but smaller area was put underneath the first step of the spiral staircase, with a wooden depiction of a pagan Greek god on each side.

But it was the moodboard of pictures of Elijah and Y/N that caught Eren’s eyes the most. A large, framed canvas with all the memories they made over the years pinned in place for them to fondly reminisce over every time they walked past it. There was little Elijah in Y/N’s arms the day she graduated law school, and the first holiday Y/N and Elijah went on overseas. There was Y/N’s 20th birthday when Elijah was a toddler with a cavity on his front milk teeth, and lots of photos of Elijah. Eren shifted his focus from Y/N’s beauty to the divine genes both of them had passed on to his son. He reminded Eren so much of himself. It was like seeing his middle school years through pictures again. The same excited, boyish smile, like he was genuinely happy but really didn’t want to take a picture at the moment. The same towering height and all the ease in the world. He talked so much like him. He acted so much like him. Now how could he get him to see that so they could get along? Elijah pretended Eren was the wind at school.

“That’s my favorite thing in the house” Y/N broke his train of thoughts. He turned around, pleasantly surprised that for the first time in a few days, her expression was dismissive, nonchalant, or angry. She was taking initiative to talk to him, and about something dear to her. He kept quiet as she strolled over beside him and gently traced the glass frame. She had a peaceful, faraway look on her face as her most cherished memories raced to the front of her mind with each glance at each picture.

“Eli grew up so fast” She whispered wistfully, staring at a picture of him when he was a baby.

“What was he like as a baby and just a young kid in general?” Eren asked, imagining himself in these pictures and as figments of these happy memories. A man can dream vividly of the things he had in his palms one second and in regrets the next.

“Oh, he was a handful,” Y/N softly chuckled.

“ He was quite clingy as well. That bit is still there to this day. The tiniest sounds woke him up and sometimes he’d stay up till 5 in the morning. But when he was calm, almost nothing could disturb his peace. He grew up to be such a good boy. Just what I wanted him to be” Y/N sniffled. Eren raised a brow at her eyes, which had glazed over.

“Oh shit I’m crying” Y/N tried to mask her emotions with a fake laugh as Eren shook his head.

“You mothers are so emotional” He tutted as he cupped her face, catching her by surprise. Y/N’s face was inches away from her own. His hands were warm and strong, and his swift thumbs wiped away the speck of a teardrop in a millisecond. Y/N regained her composure and attempted to get steely with him again.

“Why am I even telling you all this?” She frowned, playing with the bronze button of her mauve blazer.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry” Eren apologized again, every inch of his heart stitched into the syllables he spoke, and every excruciating bit of his regret dancing in those two emerald labyrinths of his. Y/N hated it, but she felt herself caving. She was confused. Was it love or forgiveness? Whatever it was, it was her internal demon to battle with, and a prize that he’d die attempting to win.

Eren sighed and untied his bun as the silence echoed in his ears.

“ That kiss was amazing,” He said.

“It was to get Floch to leave me alone” Y/N shook her head, plopping down on the sofa.

“Really?” Eren asked, joining her.

“Affirmative” Y/N nodded like an army officer.

“ No feeling behind it at all?” Eren pouted.

“Nope” Y/N shook her head once more.

“Then,” Eren said as he inched himself closer to her body, “why do you still have the other key locket I gave you more than 10 years ago around your neck?”

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“Vinnie, come on now, you know I can’t do that” Elijah chuckled incredulously at his best friend’s comment.

“ Look, you don’t have to be best mates with the guy. But he is your father and he is back in your life. There’s gotta be something you can say to him, right?” Vinnie rested his head on the pillow next to Elijah’s, and the two boys stared at the ceiling.

“ It’s just ever since he came back I feel like my mental peace flew out the damn window. And it’s not helping that mom’s workload has been so shitty nowadays” Elijah grumbled.

“ I get it, dude. It’ll all get better. And don’t kill me for saying this, but I don’t think Mr. Yeager has a bad heart or a mean nature, and I feel like he’s actually really sorry and trying to change. If you can give the guy a chance, do it” Vinnie patiently explained.

“ To hell with him” Elijah turned over to the right to face the wall. Vinnie stared at Elijah’s back longingly. Elijah with the sunshine beam. Elijah with contagious laugh. Just Elijah. His best friend Elijah who he wanted to kiss more than anything in this world.

Elijah turned to face Vinnie again. Vinnie with his thick accent that was just so fun to mock. Vinnie with the sleeping habits of a 60-year-old. Vinnie with his head up in the clouds whenever he pleased. Just Vinnie, who he wanted only for himself.

“When will Leo and Emilia get here?” Vinnie reached for his phone meaning to contact them. He didn’t need to, because as soon as he unlocked his phone, a cacophony of insults and blames ricocheted off the walls of the house. Leo harshly opened the door to Vinnie’s room, and Emilia haughtily stormed in, throwing her black purse to the bed and facing the taller boy again, matching the ferocity of his voice with her feline glower.

“ I’m just saying that was a stupid ass desicion” Leo threw his hands to the sky.

“ And I’m saying nobody fucking asked you. What do you know about dating anyways?” Emilia crossed her arms. Leo let out a humorless laugh as he watched the expressions of the two other boys in the room and pointed at Emilia.

“ Can you believe this bitch?” He grimaced. Emilia rolled her amber eyes.

“ What’s going on?” Vinnie asked.

“ Leo’s being a twit because Desmond Waverly asked me out on a date this weekend and Desmond doesn’t pass his vibe check or something”

“ None of us like Desmond in this group, Emilia. He was being a cunt at that party of yours and he still is. I overheard him talk about banging Ernest Niles and Josephine Delton’s daughter that day so whatever he has interest in isn’t you for who you are. You’re making the mistake of a century here, Em”

“ Yeah and that was 2 years ago he’s changed”

“ Assholes like him never do”

“ Everybody, calm down,” Vinnie exclaimed. Elijah beckoned Leo over to sit beside him on the bed.

“ Emilia, are you sure about Desmond?” Elijah asked.

“ Yes! And like it’s one date. What’s the harm in one fucking date? It’s not like we’re considering marriage” Emilia threw her head back in frustration.

“ Oh, naw! Don’t even say the word ‘marriage’” Leo shook his head.

“ Oh my god, Leo you’re totally insufferable” Emilia scoffed.

“ You heard that comment too, and you’re still going on a date with him” Leo scoffed back.

“ He was really sorry about that, you know. Trust me, Leonardo, he’s changed. Just one date, and if we don’t connect that well, it’ll be just that, okay?” Emilia tried to console both herself and her friend. But Leo wouldn’t stop shaking his head.

“ Leo, your head is gonna roll on this floor if you don’t stop that” Elijah nervously chuckled. He tried to put an arm around the ginger, only to have it roughly flung off. Leo got up from the bed, and instinctively, Vinnie and Elijah followed.

“ You know what, Emilia, go. Go on a date with the motherfucker who openly talked about wanting to fuck you because your mom’s a supermodel and your dad a rap star. You always were a shallow fucking bitch, you know that? You only said yes to Desmond cuz of his perfect collarbones and cuz he’s such a good pigeon hunter or whatever the fuck yall old money people do” Leo was fuming. Emilia went as pale as a ghost, her french manicured hands trembling like a leaf in autumn, and her glossed lip mimicking those hands. Emilia took shaky breaths, looking anywhere but at Leo’s rage stricken face.

“ Leo, apologize to her right now,” Vinnie ordered. Leo looked at Emilia and saw what he had been seeing for around a month now. Emilia with a shining aura that nobody else had, always in her best colors, a magnet with amber eyes and the highlight of his day. He didn’t know what she was, but she definitely wasn’t fit for a snake like Desmond Waverly, and the displeasure on her face definitely wasn’t something he could laugh at or tease. It wasn’t cute, it made him feel like trash. But Leo was Leo, and maybe that’s why Emilia opted for Desmond.

“ I don’t feel too well right now. I’ll call my driver. I’ll text you later, Vin. Bye” Emilia couldn’t help the tears now.

“ Hey hey hey, you just got here. You'll be better by the end of the night. It’s no fun without you” Vinnie tried cooing her back, but Emilia was stubborn.

“ Not all of you” she said hoarsely, the golden chains of her purse clinking as she snatched it from the bed. Her screen illuminated her face as she began texting her driver, and Leo wished it hadn’t. He didn’t need the goddamn phone screen to alert him that he made her tear up.

“ Nelson’s gonna be here in 5 minutes. Vinnie, can I have something to drink?” She sniffled.

“ Be right back with your drink, Em”. Elijah followed Vinnie to the kitchen. Emilia left the room to go to the bathroom shortly afterwards, leaving Leo alone in the room with his feelings.

“ Oh my god, who pissed in Leo’s breakfast?” Elijah grimaced, reaching for a cup.

“ You know what I think?” Vinnie opened the fridge.

“ What?”

“ Leo is jealous”

“ You sure? I mean you think she’s his type?”

“ Just a hunch. I saw their interactions lately and I don’t know about her, but he’s got the la vie en rose for Em or my name isn’t Vincent. He’s both protective of her and jealous of Desmond. And if that’s not right, well, they’d be a good match nonetheless”

“ And how long have you been shipping our best friends together, Englishman?”

“ I felt jealous when I saw Riley Zimmerman get closer with you last year, and she was a nice girl, but I’ve never been so glad someone moved away” Vinnie suddenly gripped the cup tighter.

“ Vinnie, what did Riley ever do to you?” Elijah furrowed his brows.

“ This” Vinnie was on his tiptoes now, and Elijah’s lips were softer than he had dreamed.

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Eren followed Y/N around like a baby duckling does to his mother. Eren with a victorious grin and Y/N with a humiliated rose flush.

“ Out of my house, Yeager!” She exclaimed from the other side of the kitchen counter. That locket. She should’ve burned it 14 years ago, but the part of her that weakened for the man couldn't do it. Love was too strong a word. Love was what she once had for him, and she couldn’t allow love to show its painfully pretty face at her doorstep again.

He ruined her nights and he pierced her trust. He robbed her of her smile and he deserted her. But in those last moments, she still needed a souvenir to keep her going and keep whatever part of him that wasn’t stoned to death alive. Perhaps because she refused to see him as a villain and sought to excuse his crime, or because love is immortal. But all these years, through the curses and cries, through the hurt unforgiven, through the bitterness and promise of any of his traits being passed to his son, the locket dangled around her neck close to her heart. A secret exposed.

“ You kept the locket,” Eren said again. Defeated, Y/N fetched a huge bottle of wine from the fridge and popped it open. She took a long sip.

“ I did”

“ Why?”

“ I don’t know”

“ Come on, there has to be a more profound reason” Eren pressed on.

Y/N took another sip. And another sip. And another sip.

“ You’ll get alcohol poisoning at this rate,” Eren said worriedly. In a flash, he jumped over the kitchen counter next to Y/N, who jerked the bottle away from his hand.

“Give me the bottle”

“ Fuck off”

“Give me the bottle”

“ Fuck off”

“ Okay, tell me why you kept the locket” Eren crossed his arms.

Y/N tried to ignore him, but he moved in front of her. She set the bottle on the counter.

“ Because even after that day you basically shunned me from your life, for a hot minute, I still loved you” Y/N admitted, unable to make eye contact with the man. Hope rose in Eren’s chest again.

“ Really?” He breathed, blinking rapidly in surprise. Y/N nodded with her head facing the ground.

“ Don’t get any ideas, Yeager. I’m still resisting the urge to murder you. That was years ago” Y/N warned him.

“ And you didn’t throw away the locket even after you supposedly lost feelings for me” Eren fixed his eyes on the locket. Y/N was speechless again.

“ So I see you after 14 years and your actions don’t add up with your words because you hate me sooo much but you still have the other piece of a jewelry set. Y/N, it really doesn’t have to be so hard. If you can just sit down and talk with me properly we could do so much. We could be so good. I believe we’re meant to be”

“ Beliefs really do change over the years don’t they” Y/N snickered, taking another sip of the wine.

“ You don’t think you can ever forgive me again?” Eren asked, fearing the answer. The alcohol had made Y/N’s guard go down, so she answered honestly and not spitefully.

“ I don’t know, maybe. You hurt me but I can’t really throw you out again, now can I?”

Eren began downing the wine now. How did they get so deep again? It started out with her going down memory lane. Maybe tonight wasn’t the night for all the emotional talk. That could wait. After all, one of the quickest ways to win a woman over was humor, right?

“ Well, no, darling. Don’t throw me out! Please don’t. I really like MILFs and you’re the finest MILF in this city” Eren playfully pouted, catching Y/N off guard.

“ What the hell?” She cackled. There it was. That sound again. So full of life and mirth. Unstoppable. She bent over her knee and slapped the counter laughing at his joke. She didn’t care how easy she seemed.

“ Well then that makes you a DILF” She laughed. Eren tested the waters by putting his hand on her shoulder, and she didn’t jerk it off.

The door opened, and in walked Elijah. The laughter halted.

Elijah silently observed his parents, who were nervously observing him. For a split second, the house seemed like a real family. With a mother and father who teased each other at the kitchen counter. He relished in seeing his mother laugh, it was the man beside him that spoiled his mood. His father.

“ Mom, what’s he doing here?” Elijah pointed his chin at Eren.

“ Nothing, actually. He kinda just followed me here. It’s not that serious. Besides, he’s leaving now. Mr. Yeager, farewell to you” Y/N cleared her throat.

“ Are you stalking my mother? Oh my god. You know what? I don’t have time for this right now or for this guy. I’m having a great day and you can’t ruin it. I’m going up to my room”.

Eren watched Elijah storm up the stairs.

“ Y/N?”

Y/N hummed in response.

“ You might not like this, but you know despite everything, I love Elijah and I would never dream of hurting him. Don’t you think it’s time I have a little heart to heart with him, a father to a son?”

“ I can’t disagree with that. I can;t put up a front today, Yeager”

“ Thank you”.

Eren rushed up the stairs, anxiety in his veins and hope in his heart. Elijah’s room was cracked open. Eren saw a ragdoll stroll out of the door. With a deep breath, he tentatively opened the door, and then closed it shut behind him.

Elijah sat up on his bed, defensive instincts manifesting in the form of clenched fists as he glared at his dad.

“ It’s time we have a heart to heart, son” Eren pulled the rolling chair from Elijah’s desk and sat down on it.

“ You hate me. You want me gone from your life. Your anger is understandable. But nonetheless, I’m your father and I’m back. The situation is still unclear and everyone is an emotional wreck, you’re taking the hardest hit. We need to talk. Rationally too”.

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