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sivyera · 8 months

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DATING MALE CELEBRITIES WOULD INCLUDE...

ft. tyler hoechlin, jacob elordi, tom cruise, jeremy sumpter, robert pattinson, cillian murphy, henry cavill, tom hardy, sam worthington, tom felton, rupert grint

a/n: i was focused on actors that doesn't get much attention but if you have any other celebrity in mind, please let me know in the comments! also i don't know if this is good because i included their favourite things, hobbies etc (with you ofc) just to make it more detailed and not boring... so i hope you guys like it:) if you want more detailed fic or just about one celebrity, let me know!

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⤷ Tyler Hoechlin

-Tyler writes you love letters. Pretty often. When he cannot be with you or is busy with his job, he'll sit down at night when he's alone and write you a letter about how much he misses you, how he's doing and about his job.

-Tyler loves sports, mostly baseball. So he'll take you with him to play baseball; he doesn't care if you don't know how, he will be happy when you just throw a ball to him. He'll take you to hockey matching or ice skating, if you don't know how to ice skate, don't worry he'll gladly teach you.

-He can talk a bit Spanish so he'll sometimes call you by Spanish pet names like cariño, mi amor or querida. And he'll be all cheesy about it which makes you laugh but it's also really sweet when he does that.

-Tyler loves his family so he was a bit nervous when he first introduced you to them, because their opinion mattered to him but he also loved you. But his nervousness disappear right after you and his family clicked. His family loves you which makes Tyler so happy.

-He plays guitar so he often plays to you. He loves how your eyes light up when he plays, he just loves making you happy and if he's making you happy by playing on his guitar, he'll gladly play all day.

-Tyler also loves traveling so when he has a week off, he takes you somewhere to the forest camping or to the ocean to relax, depends where you wanna go.

⤷ Jacob Elordi

-Jacob would post you on his instagram like ALL THE TIME. On his stories or just regular post because he loves to show you of. He will also post the most random photos of you that you didn't even know he took. But he loves every single one of them.

-Because of his role on 'the kissing booth' he learned how to drive a motorcycle so sometimes he takes you for a ride, it makes the both of you feel so free and you are with each other.

-No surprise that Jacob loves sports. His most favourite are basketball and surfing. Which means he takes you to play basketball with him or watch him how he plays with his friends, cheering for him ofc. When it comes to surfing he'll gladly teach you but again he prefers when you cheer for him or just watch him after that you two will have a playful fight in water.

-Jacob is a huge cuddle bug and he just loves when you lay on his chest so he can wrap his big arms around your tiny figure. When he cannot cuddle with you he will have one of his arms on your shoulder or around your waist.

-Jacob is actually a fan of poetry so you often find him reading it, but he will be over the moon if you read him his favourite poetries. You two will also have deep conversations about the true meanings of the poetries.

-He's a huge dog lover so it will be no surprise of you two get a dog, maybe two.

-He will get your name tattooed on his chest close to his heart. And you two will get matching tattooes.

⤷ Tom Cruise

-Tom loves skydiving which makes you a bit worried all the time since it's a extreme sport but if you are also a fan of extreme sports than he'll take you with him.

-Tom likes junk food like chips, fries, coca-cola etc. so you two have almost everything that comes to your mind at home. When you two watch a movie and cuddle on the sofa, he always has some chips or popcorn.

-He loves when you read to him and he really appreciate it because he loves hearing your voice and he has dyslexia which makes it hard for him to read. He usually lays on your chest while you read to him and play with his hair.

-He's a pilot and he own several aircraft so when you need to relax and he needs to take a break from his job, you just get into one of them and fly wherever you two wants.

-Tom loves under water scenes, which makes him love water. Like I said when you two needs to take a break from work and the fame, you fly in is aircraft somewhere and the 'somewhere' it's mostly somewhere where is hot weather or beach or ocean/sea.

-Tom is famous for doing all of his stunts because he's a adrenaline junky but it makes you sometimes worried because it can be dangerous. He always make sure that after a stunt he goes to you, tells you he's okay and kiss you.

⤷ Jeremy Sumpter

-Jeremy loves traveling and his favourite color is green, which leads you two take a trip to the forest, pretty often. Just walking around, listening to the singing birds, holding each others hands and having silly or deep conversation, depends on the day and mood.

-Jeremy is a dog lover. He has a dog named Bear and he takes him on the trips to the forest you two go. Bear absolutely loves you which makes Jeremy happy.

-He loves your cooking but he himself is a bad cook so he either helps you, but you have to give him detailed informations or he just hugs you from behind and watch you cook. If you make his favourite food he will be the happiest man alive, his favourite food are spaghetti.

-Jeremy also loves sport and to his favourite ones belongs baseball and soccer. He used to play them when he was a kid so his mom shows you some of his photos where he is in a dress or something. He also takes you on matches and explains you all the rules.

-He also loves water and swimming, so when you two goes on some vacation is usually somewhere to the ocean.

-Jeremy loves the movie called 'The Deer Hunter' so you two watch it like all the time while cuddling on the sofa or bed. His face in your neck, his arms around your waist and your hand playing with his blond curls.

⤷ Robert Pattinson

-Robert is a music lover, he wrote few songs and he can also sing pretty well so it was no surprise when he wrote a song about you, then sing it to you while playing on the piano.

-He's fluent in French so when he's feeling extra romantic or just in a playful mood, he will talk to you in French or call you by some French pet names like Mon amour or Mon chéri, otherwise he calls you darling, my love or baby.

-Robert loves cooking and when is it with you, he's even more happy to do it. Sometimes when you are exhausted from job, he'll prepare you a nice dinner and visa verse.

-You two watch war, drama or horror movies together. For example 'The Exorcist' or 'Come and See' are the type of movies you two watch together, because he's a fan of paranormal same as you, which leads to deep conversations. Rob is hugging you from behind while still laying down on your shared bed. Him kissing the back of your head once in a while.

-Robert is a dog lover, he always helps the homeless dogs but he can never keep them. You two will soon get a dog and it will be one of the best decisions Rob could ever make (the first, best one was to start dating you).

-Rob is literature fan which means picnic dates. You two somewhere private, laying on a picnic blanket with some homemade food, reading books and then having deep conversations about them.

⤷ Cillian Murphy

-Cillian also loves music so it will be no surprise if he will made a song about you and he'll gladly sing it to you. He didn't write you just a one song, you have a full album of his songs that he gave you.

-At nights were you have a trouble to fall asleep, he will read to you. He will read you another chapter of your favourite book or poems he wrote (they are often about you). After he's done reading, he'll hug you tight with your head placed on his chest, rubbing small circles on your back with kiss on your forehead.

-Cillian is also a big fan of literature and he loves when you give him recommendations. He doesn't care what genre the book is (detective, romance, horror,...) if you recommended it to him, he will read it.

-You two end up getting a dog or a cat, maybe both. Because Cillian is an animal lover, you will do most of the job around the dog/cat because Cillian is often really busy but he'll always make a time for you.. and the dog/cat.

-He's big fan of a Liverpool football club so you two will often be seen on their games with matching t-shirts and caps.

-His favourite part of the day will be night (or every day time he can spend with you) because he can read to you, have you in his arms, cuddled up to his chest while placing soft kisses on your forehead, cheek, lips, neck (any part he can reach)

⤷ Henry Cavill

-Henry, to your surprise, loves playing games on his PC. When he plays he'll have you sat on his lap with his arms idly wrapped around you while still having his hands on the controller/mouse. From time to time he'll kiss any part of your skin he can reach (cheek, neck,..).

-He rides a motorcycle and he loves when you wanna ride with him. Your arms wrapped around his waist while just riding around with no care in the world.

-Henry can speak a bit of Italian, French and Spanish and if you will help him to get better in those languages, he'll be so grateful. But this 'learning dates' you two have never goes as you planned, because he is always distracted by your beauty.

-He also loves cooking so if you had a bad day, Henry is already waiting at your house with dinner and fresh flowers.And for dessert, a warm bath with soft kisses all over your face.

-Henry can ride a horse so one of his ideas for date is a picnic at beautiful meadow but getting there on horses. If you can't ride a horse that's fine, you will sat behind him, if you can ride a horse maybe you two will even race who's gonna be there first.

-He loves cuddling you, because you feel so small in his big arms. He loves having his arms wrapped around you because it makes him feel like he's protecting you but when you stroke his hair he absolutely melts into you.

⤷ Tom Hardy

-Tom LOVES motorcycles. And he LOVES you, which means that you and him are often seen by paparazzi on his motorcycle either just for a simple ride or with packed things ready to sleep somewhere in the woods in tent or something similar.

-Tom loves challenges, so on these trips on his motorcycle, he makes sure there are some adrenaline, challenging stuff like jumping off of a cliff to clear cold water.

-Going into the gym together, watching him workout OR workout with him, but if you do work out with him he'll make sure to have easier workout with you because he's much stronger than you and he doesn't want you to hurt yourself.

-Tom loves reading comic books and he has one special comic book with Venom placed in the living room.

-He has a dog named Woody and when he's busy with acting, you will watch after him. Taking him out for walks, cuddling with him, playing with him and when he comes back and makes time for you and Woody, he'll make it up to the both of you.

-Tom has many tattoos all over his body so it's no surprise when one night when you two were making out you find out that he had you name tattooed on his lower belly near to his dick.

⤷ Sam Worthington

-Sam loves rock climbing for two main reasons, it's a excellent way how to relieve stress (besides spending time with you) and he can show off his back muscles, because he knows you love it.

-He's a lover of extreme sports so you can often be a bit worried that something can happen to him, but he always calms you down a bit with a kiss on your forehead. If you wanna try some of extreme sports with him, he'll be so happy.

-He's also a nature lover so trips are usually somewhere quiet and in nature, forest, meadow,... he loves going on trips with you because you two can be alone in peace and he can have you all to himself.

-He's an australian so it's no surprise he loves surfing. If you never tried it he will teach you but he won't be much focused on teaching, he's focused more on you and your beauty.

-Sam loves music AND he can play on the guitar and drums. He will take the guitar on the trips you two have, playing some songs you love on the guitar to you at the campfire.

-He also draws a lot. Many of his drawings are you or for you or of your favourite things. Please don't mind him, he just loves everything about you.

⤷ Tom Felton

-Everyone knows that Tom never left the Harry Potter fandom and you love Harry Potter as well, so it wasn't surprise when Tom posted you and him in a Harry Potter merch (him in Slytherin colors and you in your own house colors) on his instagram.

-He has a dog named Willow so his wallpaper is you holding Willow in your arms with Harry Potter merch on you (Willow has his Slytherin scarf and you have his Slytherin sweatsthirt)

-Again Tom as many other actors, loves music. He writes songs, sings, plays on a guitar. Many of his songs includes you and Willow, your relationship or his emotions.

-He will have your name tattooed near to his collarbone with a little heart next to it.

-Tom will show off his skills on his skateboard. He can skate pretty well and he's always so smiley and happy when you compliment him. If you ask, he'll also teach you few basic tricks but prepare for some bruises from all the falls, he'll kiss you as many times as much bruises you will have.

-Tom loves when you give him back massages, doesn't matter if you massage him with some fancy oils and with you palms stroking up and down on his back with some gentle rubbs or he can lay on your chest and you can scratch his back with you nails.

⤷ Rupert Grint

-Rupert loves ice cream and at one time he bought a ice cream van and gave ice cream to all the actors from Harry Potter with you helping him. He'll often take you on a ice cream date or will cuddle you while watching movies and eating ice cream.

-One of his favourite actors is Jim Carrey, which means you two often watch movies where he played and you somehow managed to get him a autograph form Jim, which made him incredibly happy you can't even imagine.

-If you two are not watching movies with Jim Carrey then definitely MCU movies, because he's a fan of marvel.

-Rupert love Artic Monkeys so when you two bake together there is always one of their songs playing softly in the background. He will often mumble the lyrics without realizing and if you point it out, he'll blush.

-Rupert is a dog lover so you two often visit nearest shelters and play with the dogs there. Rupert and you fell in love with one of the dogs, dalmatian named Teddy, so you adopted him. After a year you bought another dog but this time not from a shelter but from a verified seller.

-He loves photographing and his favourite things to photograph is you and your dogs, no wonder that there are so many pictures of you two or the dogs around the house, but he keeps his favourite besides him on his night table.

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nthspecialll · 2 months

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I don’t think we talk enough about the fact that Charles buried all his friends. He might not have known them for a long time but he still had some affection towards them, even if he hadn’t, imagine how traumatising that is.

Imagine seeing young Sean with a whole life ahead of him, his head shot open, blood running out, visibly being able to see the inside of his skull. Loud mouthed Sean who could be annoying but who was a joy at parties and lit them up, dead.

Kieran, his body mutilated and holding the signs of torture he experienced before death. Kieran who had escaped the O'Driscolls and whom Charles was slowly starting to warm up to, the man who really just wanted to be with his horse.

Hosea shot through the chest whom he knew was a father figure to many. Hosea who was a stablizer in camp, the one teaching Jack to read, the one helping Dutch plan, but still had enough silliness in his old bones to create Felton.

Lenny, young Lenny, who was just trying to survive, Lenny who finally felt like he had found a home but was shot on the top of the roofs and whom they had to leave.

Molly O'Shea who really only wanted love, who wanted affection from a man who had none left to give, shot mercilessly through the chest. Charles would be smart enough to know that there was truly no reason he was torching her body and not laying it in the ground.

Miss Grimsaw, who although a bit aggressive, truly only wanted what was best for the group and who always made sure that they took care of themselves.

Eagle Flies who fought so hard for what he believed in, for a world where his people could live, but who ended up victim to Dutch's manipulation just like Charles had.

And Arthur, Arthur Morgan who was the only person that had helped Charles actually try to save the natives. Arthur Morgan who had gone out of his way, who had disobeyed Dutch Van Der Linde, a criminal so filthy he is in songs and novels, to help Charles Smith, a man who was looked down upon for the mere color of his skin, help his people.

I want you to bury you friendgroup, your support system, one by one and act like it doesn’t affect you.

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sunnylands-world · 1 year

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Drive

Pairing: biker Draco x fem reader

Summary: your boyfriend doesn't want to talk about his day, he'd rather show you how shitty it's been…

Word count: 525

Warning: oral [fem receiving], unprotected sex, aggressive kinda mean and soft Draco, grinding, pet names [whore, excessive use of pretty girl], overstimulation, dirty talk, choking. I think that's it let me know if I missed anything

Universe: motorcycle boyfriend

A/n: had this idea while listening to swim by chase Atlantic and looking at tom Felton in a leather jacket, figured I'd share my thoughts. 😏 Leave comments and reblog it inspires me!!

You chewed at your nails as Draco rode into the garage, pulling his helmet off, shaking his head to reveal his blonde hair with dark roots.

"oh my gosh Draco, I heard what happened are-" "don't say another fucking word. I just need you okay, got it?" he states with a raised brow, you nod swallowing as he walks over gripping your wrist to pull you into the house.

you knew what was coming, Draco didn't like talking about his frustration he'd rather take it out on your body and you were more than happy to let him. he got you about halfway through the hall before his lips were pressed to yours aggressively; his hand fisting your hair making you groan into his delicate, warm lips. he's an animal when he gets like this, ripping through your clothes like you had money to spare.

Once he's got you bare he wraps your legs around his waist rubbing you against his leather jacket, ruining the material with your wetness.

"my messy girl, gonna ruin my nice jacket aren't ya" he chuckles walking you up the steps, both gloved hands on your ass still controlling your movements. He's always determined to get you off. it's not about him, it's about seeing you fall apart for him. That's what gets him hard in his jeans and he'll make you cum till you're tired.

"Draco I-" "that's it pretty girl cum for me" he's got you in bed now but it's not like you would have noticed if he'd taken you anywhere with your eyes rolled back seeing stars. his mouth is out of this world as he fucks you with his tongue saliva keeping you coated.

"Draco, my god right there. Please don't stop!" you whined.

"I'm not going to pretty girl, I promise. just want you to cum all in my mouth" he moans sucking at your clit and you do as you're asked as he laps up your sweet taste while it flows out of you.

"Good girl, do it again!" he says pulling his pants down, eyeing your pussy like a starved man. his thrust doesn't say anything else but that as he rocks into you, leather-covered hand wrapped around your neck. The loss of oxygen makes your eyes glossy.

"You look so pretty under me, pretty girl, taking me like my good little whore" he breathes slamming into your walls without any care for how soar he'll leave you. [for now]

"fuck you're mine, all mine." he growled possessively and you nod weakly, legs trembling around his waist. he was so desperate to be buried inside your pussy that he didn't even fully undress, his pants are halfway down just enough to slide in you but not enough to be considered naked.

"you know you like it" he says back on your lips kissing the soul out of your body. you're lightheaded, desperately trying to get your release. his hand leaves your neck, traveling to your clit rubbing his fingers against you eager to work your next orgasm out of you. He gets it because you never deny your boyfriend his drive.

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earlgreydream · 2 years

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SPEAKING OF DRACO I just found out my friend met tom felton after his show and she said he was super lovely I'm so shaken, anw love the idea of draco scoffing at you when you show up to class all haggard-looking bc you've been up all night but the next day you just find someone's left you things like sleep masks, comfy PJs, hot cocoa, etc and when you confront him he plays it off like "you were an eyesore, I don't want to have to look at that 🙄"

wait, how cute, making this a little blurb because I miss writing for draco 🥺🤍

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No amount of makeup was covering the pure exhaustion in your eyes. You’d been kept up to all hours the night before, trying to study with the other slytherins for OWLS, but you couldn’t keep up with them as they went late into the hours of the morning.

You were near tears in your bathroom, trying to make yourself look presentable to avoid being teased by your relentless peers.

“Hurry up, or Snape will kill us!” Pansy shouted through the door, raising an eyebrow when you threw it open.

Of course, Pansy looked as perfect as always, her manicured nails tapping on the doorframe.

“Merlin, you look a mess.”

“Shut up!” You whined, following her to your potions class, just trying to keep your head down to avoid attention.

“What the hell happened to you?” Draco whispered as you took your seat beside him.

“I was up studying for OWLS, and I just…” you began, eyes filming with tears. His silvery gaze softened, troubled that he’d made you cry.

“Hey—”

“Turn to page 394,” Snape interrupted, before Draco could console you.

You shook your head, rubbing your eyes with the wrists of your sweater. You were exhausted, but threw your focus into potions, ignoring the feeling of everyone staring at you.

“Wait.”

You ignored Draco when he tried to stop you after class, weaving through the crowded hallways to avoid his snarky comments. You made your way to the greenhouse, quietly tending to herbology for the rest of the afternoon.

Exhaustion finally got the best of you, sending you dragging yourself back to your dorm, just wanting some serenity.

On your bed, a basket with new pyjamas, fuzzy socks, hot chocolate, and eye masks sat on top of the blanket.

“Pansy? Who are these from?” Your eyes widened, nearly crying.

“Malfoy.”

“Draco?” you whispered, sticking your head out into the common room.

Usually he was up far earlier than everyone else, reading by the fire and having a cup of tea. You were still in your pyjamas he had given you, silently searching for the generous blonde.

“Hey, it’s early?” He spoke, nearly making you jump as he appeared beside you.

“I just wanted to thank you, for these, and the rest of it.”

He smiled, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your forehead, his fingers in your hair.

“Couldn’t let you keep looking like the walking dead,” he teased, gently bumping his nose against yours as you curled up under his arm.

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jackiequick · 2 months

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A Visit From An Old Friend — [ Marvel Fanfic]

Summary: What happens when an old friend comes to visit to recruit something bigger than himself? In other words, a small family reunion between friends, with a couple of ants crawling around.

Platonic Pairing: Hank Pym & Jason Underwood

Characters featured/mentioned: The Young Avengers, Janet Van Dyne, Liz Stark, Howard Stark, Scott Lang, Hope Van Dyne and etc.

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Ant-Man (2015)

Fic type: Short Blurb

Small warning: Some fluff and angst

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The daylights were in full swing, the radio was high and bright as he drove down the road to a old house he used to call home. At the steps of the house stood a man he hasn't seen in the late 80s but never forgotten.

Above the steps stood the man with dark rich blonde curls spiked in a nicely manner, a blue colored shirt and black James Dean jeans wearing a pair of shades himself. He sipping on a cup of coffee with a half smile to boot.

He parked the car in the east side of the parkway as he existed the vehicle, flipping the keys in hand and removed his sunglasses with a smile.

As he took towards the step he heard the man said, "Hank."

"JJ." He replied, as he was handed a cup of warm coffee.

"What was the reason for this visit?"

"You got my email didn't you?"

"Yup."

"You missed seeing Hope."

"It was an 8 hour drive! You know how hard it was to get out of that house without Felton and Rei breathing down my neck?"

"This is why I stopped babysitting."

The blonde just playfully glared following the older one into his old home. Jason hasn't been in this house of his in more than a century, having took time to take care of his older one in Malibu. Yet, he never had the heart to throw away the keys, so instead he gave them to Hank. And by god, was he glad he did.

His old home was kept nice and cleaned, some mess here and there. A few dust particles in certain smaller areas but other than that it was fine. Keeping its cozy yet vintage style. Hank sat down on the grey couch that used to be a dark brown, sipping his second morning coffee taking in the moment of peace. Jason sat in the armchair beside him closing his eyes.

Neither man had to say a word to know that they missed the peace and quiet this house brought. No screaming children, calls from SHIELD, nor nagging neighbors trying to get you to babysit their dumb dog for the weekend. Just a moment of total silence from the world around them.

Yes, truth be told, after 1989 Hank was never seen again towards SHIELD's main offices due to his stupid fallout with Howard and the others. But he often kept in touch with people like him or Peggy, whenever possible. Mainly because Hope wanted to see her aunts and uncles, and after Janet's passing Hank couldn't deprive his daughter from not having any closer family or friends around.

Jason tended to be his go-to person whenever he needed a quick babysitter for Hope, whenever the blonde was in town and he happily said yes. He first thought Hank would want nothing to do with him after what Howard pulled on the man, but after a small debate on that very day both men realized they couldn't hold grudges against each other.

They already had too many grudges over their heads to even count, why add another? It would only lead to a bigger headache anyways.

So over the years, Hank and Jason would put aside a small time to check in on one another. Make sure the other man wasn't dead yet. It was a running joke on who would die first out of the two. But at this rate, knowing the people in their lives, they won't let them get bury in the ground so easily.

Yet.

He peaked an eye open as he rested his head and asked, "JJ? You got what I sent you?"

The others eyes were still closed as he hummed, "Yeah. I sent the small package and if I'm correct, it will be brought though word of mouth soon enough."

"Good. I hope this guys is worth it. If he's smart enough, he will do as I planned."

"Why Scott Lang anyway? I gave you a list of people you can choose from and you chose him..."

"Scott Lang broke into Vistacorp Headquarters to pay back the money VistaCorp had been stealing from their users, before he brought into prison. Heard of it?"

"Yeah, he pulled strong a stunt risking to pay back all that money they took. According to the file, he has a master degree in electrical engineering, which gave him the skills to hack into their grid."

Hank smirked, "That's why I need him. He has a special set of skills as a hacker and thief. I want to test him, see if he's able to play the game right."

"If he can break into the lock and steal the suit, then he was a right fit." Jason added with a grin, "..he also has a daughter Hank. You know better than anyone the length you would go to see your kid. Chances are, he ends up in jail again."

"He won't."

"Hank."

"I have a plan. Trust me on this one."

"And I'll be here to say 'I told you so' when it goes sideways."

The two crack a chuckle knowing it was bound to happen whether they liked it or not. But if the plan does end up going sideways, they always had other ways of doing things. Even if it meant going undercover to bait Scott Lang into the older man's plan. Both spent the rest of the day catching up, watching some tv and grabbing a bite to eat.

None of the Young Avengers knew that Jason was gone for a short couple of days. Well, some of them noticed as he has been receiving calls from a few thought the day. Mainly ones from Rei, Liane, Rochelle, Ji-Hoon, Lydia and even Wanda. Hank commented how he was still amazed he hasn't lost his head yet.

"Who said I haven't?" Jason joked with a small chuckle.

"Who's watching them?" He asked in returning smiling.

"Elizabeth, Nat and Bruce. I hope."

"Oh dear god. Now, I gotta know, who's the hardest to watch over?"

"Depends on the day. Rei is the easiest at most, Rochelle is rather shy and hangs out with her friends..but Liane.."

"Felton's what? Oh. You can't lie to me, and not say Rei Stark doesn't turn your gears one bit."

"Rei does make me question my life choices, but I love him to death. Felton, she is a handful and a total bitch at times. It's why I always hand her off to Hill to taken care of. I need my silence."

That caused Hank to snort and laugh. He knew the man was too polite to say anything to harsh per say, not knowing who's around to hear him but if possible he will let a rip.

"Now that's the Jason I know, call it how it is!" He shouted as he tossed a chip into his mouth, "Half of them ain't even your kids."

The blonde smirked nodding, knowing the grey man's words to be truth. There are good couple of them aren't his legally or even raised them from childhood, but a part of him does care. Even if he wants to shut up half the time.

Hell, even the ants joined in on the fun. They are 247 of them after all, the ants were bound to make their appearance in carrying items around and or, helping them with alerting any incoming news on the heist they were waiting to happen.

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Later on, that very night they went to the basement as they turned on the lights to reveal a high tech level of security cameras, microphones and chairs laying around. It was linked up to whatever humanity possible can find, in this case, the ants.

They watched Scott break into his house, as Hank seemed impressed by his work giving Jason a couple of approved nods, as they kept rolling the tape. The handy work, the levels of patience and precision Scott Lang had was amazing. His quick thinking and ways he moved around the area at quick speed was something he could only imagine to do when he was back in the 40s. Hank used to think and move that fast in the late 80s. More or less.

Without a better matter of minutes he took the suit and ran. They spend the better part of the next day, watching Scott and see what he would do.

That he was expandable. And that he was. Jason chocked out a laugh at how freaked out he was as Hank talked into the coms. Sadly of course, the moment he returned the suit, he was caught red handed by the cops.

It was Hope's doing. She didn't know much about the man or the fact that he had a track record he was trying to maintain. Which led Hank to toss a pair of suits over to Jason, telling him it's time to lawyer up, as the man rolled his eyes at his friend.

Once they were in the prison, Scott Lang was brought into a room confused more the most part, not understanding who they were. He didn't know about the fact that he had a lawyer watching after him. They told him second chances don't always come easily, especially for men like him, next time he gets one, he should take a closer look onto what it is. And he's smart enough, he will listen to them.

Thankfully he did, as Hank ordered the ants to get Scott escape the jail cell and be brought home that night. However the man got dizzy and past out, resulting him to be knocked out cold in one the guest bedrooms of the house.

Hank's house, since he had more tech and landscape to work around than Jason did. As they waited for him to wake up, the blonde went out grab some more supplies and food. He was hungry.

When he returned home with the items needed, entering quietly through the front door he heard it. Hope was here. He should've known she would've made an appearance at some point.

"Please tell me you didn't call JJ." She said looking at her father with her arms crossed.

"I didn't call JJ." Her father responded with a sigh, trying to enjoy his tea.

"He is busy right now."

"I didn't call him."

She pointed to the brown leather jacket that was on the chair beside her. The one she gave the blonde years ago for a birthday present when she was in high school. Her father said he was borrowing it from the man's closet when he went to check on his home.

"You liar. Like always. Just say that you did." Hope remarked.

Hank groaned, "I emailed him."

"You tipped him. Dragging his ass here, for what? I can handle the mission myself!"

"No, you can't! He needed one-"

"You never listen to me!"

"Hope!"

She looked over her shoulder at face the voice who called out her name like an old memory. Only to find her uncle standing there with a stern look on his face, his usual cheeky grin was exchanged for a pair of lined smile and frustrated eyes that glared into her soul. He made her feel like a child again, getting in trouble for yelling at her father or running away from school grounds to play with her friends.

She looked down, feeling less than, muttering a soft 'sorry' in his direction as he simply nodded. He shook his head and sighed at his niece. He hated seeing them fight, he knew they had their reasons but she walked away a long time ago, just to prove a point to her father that she was worth it. And she already was.

"I didn't know..I uh, would've liked a heads up that you were coming..." She admitted for being silent for a moment.

He placed the bag of groceries on the table as he gave her a small half smile, "I know..but I knew you would've said otherwise and convince me to stay home."

"You don't have to be here. I can handle this."

"I know. But I'm here now, it's not like I'm going to waste a long drive just to be stuck at home listening to ABBA on the radio."

"Still. You should've-"

"Hope. Just don't. What's done is done. I came at my own risk and I won't be staying long, just to make sure a few things are in check."

"..I uh, I missed you."

"I did too."

She pulled her arms out to be taking in by his embrace. The warmth of his hugs always felt like a nice blanket as he wrapped her arms around him and kissed her forehead. She rested her head against his shoulder having another moment of silence to relax, sending a small glare to her father. She chuckled hearing her uncle brought her favorite ice cream from Basin Robins to help ease the tension, causing a tiny grunt from Hank. Her uncle smirked and told her to get Scott as she pulled away with a small smile.

When Hope walked out, he turned around to see his old friend sending daggers swords him. Jason just shrugged, "What?"

"You can't win her over with ice cream and hugs." He remarked.

"Yes I can. That's my job as the uncle. Make you look bad, so you want to work harder for her affection."

"That's not how it's supposed to work."

"That's exactly how it's supposed to work."

Soon enough, Scott and Hope joined them in the dinning room, as they talked trying to explain the situation to the confused brunette. Hope and Hank bricked as they did, as Jason tried to defuse the issue at hand introducing the trio. Scott listened along, trying to piece together everything they said, hearing how they were impressed with his work as well. He was offered some sugar, watching the ants push it around.

"H-how do you make them do that?" Scott asked pointing to the said ants, watching one climb onto Jason's finger with ease.

"Ants can lift objects 50 times their size. They can build farms. Corporate with each other." Hank explained.

"Right. But how do you make them do that?"

"I used electromagnetic waves to stimulate their factor's nerves center using a device. I speak to the Ants. I can go anywhere, see everything and hear everything."

"And still know absolutely nothing. I'm late for a meeting." Hope injects with a clear tone, pressing a kiss to her uncles cheek and a nod to her father.

"Be safe!" Jason calls out with a half smile, sipping his tea.

"Always am!"

With that she walks out. Scott raised an hand asking who the hell they are, what the hell is going on and if he could back to jail. Jason rolled his eyes telling both men to follow him.

They walked and talked heading down to the basement to reveal a small headquarters as Scott looked around in awe. Hank explained the suit and his role in this as Jason finished setting up a few things adding in a jab or two as he went along.

"Pym tech? SHIELD?" Scott said muttering under his breathe as he followed their voices.

"Darren Cross had heard rumors around the Pym Particles. Something that both companies tried to keep under lock and key, with only a few knowing it existed." Jason explained.

"And he became obsessed with recreating my formula." Hank continued to explain holding a vial of Pym particles, "But I wouldn't help. So he partially voted me out of my own company. Hope was chairmen of the board, so that helped. But she came back to me when she saw how close he was with his process. But without a suit, the brain isn't protected."

"Causing a fiery sensational effect that can make the brain unstable. And Cross hasn't realized that part yet. So with our luck, he'll die."

"Be nice, JJ. Cross isn't the most stable guy to begin with."

Scott listen then asked, "So what do you want from me?"

Both men exchange a look as Hank walked over to Scott Lang and told him he believed in second chances for everyone. A redemption. Saying that if he does that, he can start a new path and get some insight wiped off his records. Scott looked pleased declaring that he will go along with the plan of theirs. Within a couple of hours, they all got to work.

Scott began to start training how to use the suit, understanding the plan and communicating with the idea on how to get into the building. He got learn about the concept of the ants and their behavior in the process of the world. Hope and Jason offered to teach Scott some fighting techniques to help him later on. Hope smirked getting a good swing at Scott punching him hard enough he fell backwards, as Jason snorted at their dynamic play between the tackles to the ground.

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It got to a certain point where Scott was given the opportunity to learn how to control the ants. Hank acted as director for him, telling him to focus having faith that he can do it. Scott tried but it didn’t work. Hope groan annoyed telling him how he needed to commit to communicating with them, he has to mean it. The father daughter duo, once again began to argue over the subject. Jason reminded them on how the focus should be on helping Scott with the trails.

“Really? That’s where our focus should be?” Hope said, taking the device used for the ants and held it close to her ear controlling to do more than just add sugar to the tea. She caused to room to darken as the ants blocked out the lights, Hank caught her before she can act by further. Her voice broke as she muttered a few words at her father and sighed before exiting the room.

Hank knew he couldn’t do it without her. Since day one she has requested to be put in the suit, do the trails and get the mission accomplished herself, but her father refused every request she made. Jason knew the reason why. Scott noticed the problem being a father himself and went out to talk to her, hoping to knock some sense into Hope and have her see behind the act.

The two were alone in the house, standing in awkward silence as the moment of Hope’s departure replayed in their heads. Hank walked around the first floor, fumbling with a small piece of dice he found in the living room as Jason watched from the window the car sitting in the driveway with the two figures talking inside.

He broke the silence with a scoff, biting in the inside of his cheek as he said, “You have to tell her.”

“No.” He muttered in response, knowing exactly what he meant by those words.

“If you want her on your side, you have to break the ice here. She knows Janet didn’t die cause of some accident involving a plane. I know it’s painful for you, Hank, but she deserves to know.”

“Like you told Stark about his parents death.”

That silence Jason quicker than expected. He remembered how Howard and Maria died, when he was at his lowest moments during the holiday season. He told Tony what he knew and what he only could’ve revealed of that painful memory, going as far as to show him the photographs he dug up a few days later from news reports. Hank might’ve had a falling out with Howard but he was at the damn funeral for a short period of time before returning home.

Hank knew he hit a nerve and continued, “You couldn’t even wrap your head around fact that you lost them. Worse, telling a child their mother died and they never had the chance to say goodbye. I lost Janet that day because of my misfortunes during the mission.”

“I know, I heard the story. I can only imagine how you felt when it happened, when she shrunk down to that size..” Jason added trying to find his voice again.

“Please, don’t remind me, Jason, she went sub-atomic...”

“And you tried to get her back by studying for weeks on an answer to get her back”

“I made a mistake letting her come with me..I was stupid enough to let that happen..you know how hard it is for me just to relive that experience again…Hope might hate me when she finds out..”

“I know, she might but she will forgive you…Hank..you and I have made a lot mistakes in the past 3 decades. We made decisions that we aren’t proud of..thinking we are protecting them from harm..”

“That’s the whole point! That’s our job, to keep them safe and not be heartbroken by the truth. You only gave Stark the benefit of the doubt about his parents death and how it affected the outcome, you said he hated the world for it..I can’t tell her..we have secrets for a reason..”

“Yeah well, Tony could care less about his father…How about you only tell her what you can? When the time comes where she asks for more, you go into more detail about what happened. You are driving her away now…I know you hate the looks she gives you. You said it yourself..”

There was an unspoken number of casualties among those accidents that occurred during the death of their loved ones. Only so much information, they kept closed to their chest to prevent others suffering in those moments. The amount of consequences to their loved ones being gone felt like a huge blow to the head and stuffed around in secret.

Hank knew that, especially with the fact that his very friend lost more than he can chew.

He felt sorry for bringing it up, but it just didn’t occur to him the words would impact that hard. Hell, the memories of his wife were still so fresh in his brain like it was yesterday.

Hank ran a couple of fingers cross his hair muttering, “Sorry for bringing that up. It’s just…”

“I know..I know. But you do need to let her know what happened that day.” Jason responded taking a breath to regain himself.

That was when Hope and Scott returned from the car, about to say something but was cut off by Hank’s statement. He had a hand against the fireplace beforehand turning around to face the two of them, to face his daughter with the truthful remarks she desires to know. He slowly but surely explained what he could to his daughter onto what happened to her mother as her voice broke mumbling a few questions.

He did in best to answer them. It hurt to talk about it, as it felt like he was reliving the same day all over again. She wanted to know more but her thoughts didn’t seem to allow her to think straight as she teared up even more. Hank just told her in the end he lost her mother, he didn’t mean to lose his daughter too.

Scott ruined the moment with a quippy response that caused Jason to roll his eyes, telling him to go make some tea. Afterwards the four of them got back to work on training Scott and working with the plans they had in motion.

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At some point, Jason went upstairs to get something to eat and suddenly got another set of calls. He sighed deeply knowing they must've been from Liane or Rei, he ignored knowing it was probably something they could've handle themselves. They had to learn how to get along and figure out solutions to things without an actual adult fixing it entirely for them.

With a deep sigh he answered, “Hello?”

“Jason! Aha we might got an issue at the compound—dude shut up!” Said the voice that clearly belonged to Liane.

“Okay, who burnt the toaster again? Wait why are you at The Compound anyway? Your supposed to be at The Tower..”

“The adults went out on a small scale meeting, so we were left alone. Long story short, we had an incident at The Tower and decided to visit The Compound for breakfast instead—Ughhh Rei be quiet! Rick calm it’s gonna be fine—I was saying, we came here and Sam made us breakfast…and then..”

“Then what? Liane spit it out or put Rei on the phone.”

“Then we saw an issue and Sam told us to stay inside.”

Just as Liane and Rei’s voices were heard, along with the other members in the background, Jason was called downstairs by Hank to check on something. And let’s just say, he wanted to punch the older man for his actions. From the panels on the screen, shots of Scott fighting The Falcon to get inside Avengers Compound. Hope half smiled, annoyed and confused by Scott’s actions.

It was honestly hilarious yet stressful.

He put the phone call on mute as he whispered, “Hank, what the hell?! You said that the item you were looking for was at an old building, not Avengers Compound!”

“I didn’t know that it was remodeled after all this time! You could’ve said something.” Hank remarked looking up at the blonde from his seat.

“You weren’t speaking of the specifics either! Oh god..Scott better get out of there.”

“He’ll be fine. Besides he’s fighting an Avenger, this can be taken as part of his training for the next assignment. What are you worried about?”

“Half of the other avengers are inside the building now and they’re a little terrified.”

Hope said an eyebrow confused onto what her uncle meant until she heard the voices over the phone and almost immediately laughed at the sound.

She couldn’t make out the voices very well but one caught her ears as she asked, “Is that Felton? Since when is she freaked out over something like this, isn’t she an Avenger?”

Jason just shrugged at this point and responded, “It’s a great mystery to all of this. And yes that was her. I can already picture Rei’s annoyed expressions. Whatever we do, we just have to get Scott out there and fast.”

“Or they might call the other heroes for assistance. Damn it.”

“Days like this, I wish my retirement plan was completely different.”

“You can always come stay with me instead. Wait, I’m still in the Will right?”

He winked at her meaning a clear ‘yes you are, honey.’ As they both returned their focus back onto the screen watching Hank navigate Scott across the field to fight Falcon, suddenly they lost visual contact with him as the ants couldn’t see what was happening inside. It went silent as the only sound came from the cell phone in Jason’s hand.

He raised the phone up his ear to respond, “Whatever happens stay instead. I’ll be there in a couple of hours to check up on—”

“About time you picked up the damn phone!” Yelled the voice that belonged to his first godson.

“Rei?! What happened to Liane?”

“I took it off her hands, she went to help calm Rick and the others down or whatever. I really don’t care. Do I have permission to take her down Felton and shut off the systems?”

“Permission granted—wait, hold off on shutting down the systems for a few minutes and then reboot The Compound.”

“Does that mean I’m in charge of everything?”

“Does it mean the house won’t be fire when I come over to check on you guys?”

“Yes sir.”

“Then you’re in charge. And please get a hold of an adult!”

The phone called ended with Rei’s voice being heard over the speaker as you can imagine the others not sounding too pleased about the news. Jason just smirked already picturing their faces as he watched the panels of Scott escaping and Falcon on the floor. Him and Hank fist bump at the process of the mission turning out decently well.

He knew Hank was gonna have a talk with Scott on his actions and how he handled it, but Jason knew based on the files that Scott must’ve gotten the item needed for the job.

And he was right.

Hope was very impressed with what he did as her father sighed in relief at the assignment being completed. Scott Lang had skills and knowledge to be used on a battlefield one day, possibly even a hero. The four of them talked about upcoming events that were set in motion as Jason texted his nephew for updates on the situation from earlier as it seemed like things have calmed down over there.

He will need to drive over there to check up on them later.

As of now, all he knew is that the four of them were headed into a very dangerous environment within the incoming hours. Especially after Darren Cross’s appearance at the household, assuming he was just speaking with Hank Pym, as the others were silently standing in the kitchen.

The next couple of hours were gonna be a wild ride.

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purpleprincessonfyre · 1 month

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Marvel AU - Monster (or coward?)

Timeline: During The Battle of New York, but what if Sylvie and Loki invaded New York together?

Characters: Liane Felton, Loki Laufeyson, Sylvie Laufeydottir

Features: Ethan Lensherr, Rochelle Romanoff-Felton and some characters from Liane's past

IB: Monster by Imagine Dragons, Avengers (2012)

'Ever since I could remember

Everything inside of me

Just wanted to fit in,'

"We need to get out of here, this building isn't stable!"

"Funny, I was about to say that about your mental state!" Ethan joked, holding back debris as Liane ran for safety. The battle of New York was raging as heroes ran left and right trying to get STARK staff members away from the tower in a hurry.

"You're cute. Come on, I don't wanna drag you out from underneath rubble."

"Go, I'll hold it off until everyone's safe."

Liane nodded and ran towards the exit but as she ran through what she thought was the door to outside she found herself inside a box that seemed to be made of pure gold. When she turned around the door was gone and she was entirely surrounded by walls of gold, from floor to ceiling. Liane growled, her fists balled as her anger rose.

'If I told you what I was

Would you turn your back on me?

And if I seem dangerous

Would you be scared?'

"Dammit Loki or whatever, let me out!"

A dry chuckle echoed through the hollow space, clearly enjoying this.

"My my, Miss Felton. You forget yourself. That's hardly the way a polite young lady would address her father..."

"What?"

Liane turned to follow the sound and saw her father before her, standing in her family home with her, her surroundings now resembling her family's dining hall. She knew it was magic but she could hear the ticking grandfather clock on the floor, she could feel the heat from the roaring fire, she could smell the sharp scent of the lillies on the dining table and the hairs on her neck stood straight up as she heard the unmistakable voice.

"Come on little lady, say you're sorry and give me a smile."

"I won't fall for your tricks! That's not my father!"

"How dare you, you insolent girl!" Her father snarled, leaning in to hit her, booze on his breath.

"I'm not scared of you, your stupid magic can't hurt me, you're gonna have to try harder than that if you want to hurt me, Dumb and Dumber."

'I get the feeling just because

Everything I touch isn't dark enough

That this problem lies in me.'

The image of her father melted away and suddenly she was in her childhood bedroom and the scent of nail polish hung in the air as someone approached her, someone looming over her by miles. Then she saw his eyes and his wicked grin and felt her heart race. It was Quentin. She felt so much younger in his gaze, so much smaller and so naive. It stung her eyes seeing him like that before her, as if she'd never even left.

"Little Sister...myself and the boys want to play a little game and we need a damsel in distress."

"You're a liar, you always were!"

"What? We simply want to rescue the pretty princess but you will have to get in the boat and let us tie you up. But don't worry! We'll rescue you. Eventually."

"Rot in hell, Quentin!"

"Have it your way..."

Liane's eyes stung with tears as her eyes changed colour.

"Stop it, stop it Quent!"

"Awwww baby's crying! Look at the baby crying!"

"YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH QUENTIN OR I WILL BURN YOUR STUPID HEAD!"

'Can I clear my conscience

If I'm different from the rest

Do I have to run and hide?'

The illusions faded as she was transported back into the box.

"Now there's the Felton I was told about..."

"You could do so much if you weren't so pathetic and predictable all the time..."

"Who ever heard of a hero that can burn you alive?"

"You can both shut up! I changed! But you...you never will."

"Shame. We were really getting somewhere for a minute there. Shall we?"

"Go on then."

The room melted away all over again and now Liane saw a place she'd tried to forget. A room she wished she'd never entered. Seeing a face she never wanted to see again. And hearing that voice that haunted her days and nights ever since she put him away.

'I never said that I want this

This burden came to me

And it's made it's home inside,'

"Guten tag, frauline...."

"Edmund..."

"Awww no pet name this time? Aw you are shaking like a leaf. Would you like my coat?"

"You stay away from me!"

"But why? You knew this was happening, und you never said no to it before. You befriended those girls, you bought them the drinks, you made them your friends all happy, and you let me take them away..."

"I was drunk! You always made sure of that, you filthy monster!"

"Nein! Nein, I am not the only monster here. You were, how you say, complicit in the crimes? You could have said no. You could have said you wanted no part in my plans. But you were just so desperate to be loved and adored that you turned a blind eye! All those innocent, naive girls! The blood of those girls is ON YOUR HANDS ALONE! You, are the true monster, Frauline."

'A monster, a monster

I've turned into a monster

A monster, a monster

And it keeps getting stronger.'

Every wall started to reflect just Liane's reflection back at her but each one was different. Her childhood, her teens, her eyes bright purple in all of them, each reflection whispering the same word over and over again as the word started to ring in her head like a death toll.

Monster.

Monster!

"ENOUGH!" Liane screamed as the room was consumed by flames, the reflections all melting and the illusions shifting in a jarring fashion from Edmund Zola, to Quentin, to Milton and then back to Loki, who was grinning from ear to ear.

"We finally broke her...told you it was easy."

"You were right, turns out if one's heart is so blackened and bruised, then it won't be tricky to turn it darker."

"I'm not a monster!"

"Oh really? Monsters are born from anger, pain and hatred. Monsters act without thought. Monsters are ruthless. And what does that make you? A monster? Or a coward?"

"I'll take coward over monster any day, and for the record I was tricked!"

The two Lokis laughed, holding their stomachs as tears rolled down their cheeks as if Liane had just told the funniest joke.

"Were you now? So you lashing out at your father, was because of a trick?"

"You hurting your brothers, that was the fault of a trick?"

"You turning on Edmund and testifying against him, all because you were tricked? No my dear sweet monster, you knew exactly what you were doing. That rage, your fire, you deliberately took that rage and damaged them.

"Scarring your father's face, burning your brother's hair, and don't forget that scar running down Eddie's chest, right over his heart. That was all you. That was the monster. And it's getting stronger. But the longer you hide it with this...hero act? It'll get murderous. It will hurt people you care about. That boy you like? Your precious cousin? Your new friends who just started to trust you? They'll all be ashes on the ground. And you'll be painted as a villain. Just like us."

Loki and Sylvie approached, as Liane looked up at them, tears in her eyes as Loki grabbed her chin harshly.

"Shhhh it's alright little Mutant, it's very simple. Either wait until your actions destroy everyone you love, or give in to us and follow the future rulers of Asgard."

"We could make your our little princess. Put a pretty crown on your golden curls. Keep you in a lovely little box where you won't hurt anyone back on Asgard. And all you'll have to do is just prance about and play dress up, ride on your very own pegasus, we'll make you your own boyfriend or girlfriend to play with, all day long. Or....you and your precious little team die. Either by your hands, or ours. Your choice, Princess."

Liane looked around her and saw her team through the confines of the box she was trapped in. All of them fighting tooth and nail to take out aliens and get the people to safety. All things she would have scoffed at a year ago. She saw Ethan, doing everything he can to help the citizens get away. Rochelle, fighting aliens left and right even as she's injured. Her team doing whatever it takes to save the world. They were better off without her.

'I'm only a man with a candle to guide me

I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me,'

Liane hung her head and looked up at the Lokis, resigned to her fate.

"Do what you like. But don't hurt my friends. Lock me up, tease me, play with me, whatever. But you don't touch them. Please." There was shame in her eyes but Liane had decided she was better off a coward than a monster. Loki nodded his approval.

"Glad you came to your senses, Little Princess. They didn't need you anyway. Sylvie?"

Sylvie wrapped chains around Liane's neck and wrists, leading her to a portal as a voice rang out, beyond the box, from the outside. Liane was barely paying attention when it hit her ears. And a smile spread on her face as it repeated. And she could see outside the box his big green eyes, his dark hair and the concern and worry in his face as he shouted across the battlefield. Ethan was calling to her.

"LIANE!"

"Silly boy, come on pet, we've built a cage just for you."

"Shame."

"I beg your pardon?"

"I said, shame. Cause your pet just remembered what freedom tastes like!"

The entire box was set ablaze as Lianes eyes glowed, her chains sizzling to dust as she approached the two Mischief deities.

"Turns out I can be both. I can be the daughter of a sleazy businessman and a hero. The sister of a disgusting politician and an Avenger. The ex fiancée of the leader of HYDRA, and the girl about to kick. Your sorry. Asses!"

The box crumbled away to nothing as Liane approached the two co-conspirators with fury in her eyes, her fists aflame.

"You'd better keep fighting cause I'm gonna make damn sure you go back where you came from AND YOU NEVER COME BACK!" Liane roared as airborne fire seemed to burst from her lungs and out of her mouth, sitting the pair ablaze as they disappeared in a poof of magic.

As she managed to find her bearings a hand reached and squeezed hers tightly. It was Rochelle's, and her bright blue cousin was smiling.

"Let's end this fight."

"Together."

And the two fighting Feltons rushed back into the fray, a new sense of courage now fostered in Liane's bruised and blackened heart, slowly starting to rise to reflect on her face. Maybe the past wouldn't define her forever. And just maybe, she would get through this and move on. But not today. That battle was for another time, in another place. Probably in a doctors office somewhere. Monster, coward, hero was starting to sound pretty good from where Liane was standing.

Hope you enjoyed!

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ktb90s · 6 months

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I'm getting anxious for the season finale of the Buccaneers. This show started slow but got good as the episodes went on. There's so much I want. I need more seasons.

This show is like Bridgerton, the Gilded Age, Dickinson, and Reign (I only compare it to Reign because of 5 young women in a different country plus the contemporary music in a period show).

I love Conchita and Richard. I love Honoria and Mabel. Lizzie deserves all the best. Ginny... every time she's on, this is my reaction:

But I do think and hope she will come to her senses and give Tom Felton Wannabe (not the actor, the character) a cold meal of revenge.

Nan, Guy, and Theo: I actually want a throuple. I like her with both. I like Guy's and Theo's friendship. They do have love and respect for one another. The series of events and circumstances just sucked.

I'm stunned by the reveal of Richard and Miss Testvalley and even more with his mum.

Mrs St. George also deserves the best. F- her soon-to-be ex-husband.

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onemoreparadise · 1 year

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Hey, I found your black Converse. They made me think of us and how we wore each other out, but maybe I am out of line. Calling you late at night, just wanna see if you're up. I didn't think our break-up would make us into strangers and there's so much I never got to say. Hey, I found your black Converse : I guess in other words, I'm really missing you right now

Tom Felton x Emma Watson

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bsforbg · 14 days

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Some older people are against nonbinary as an identity/they pronouns. Do you agree? What’s your opinion if not?

Why would I be against whatever the fuck someone else wants to do with, er… themselves? It’s none of my business.

I mean, sure, it’s annoying, having to deal with someone’s pronoun changes and the resulting linguistic awkwardness… but is it more annoying that having to remember that Susanne in the next cubicle used to be Ms. Anderson but she decided to put on a magic ring and now she’s Mrs. Felton? If I can endure that for someone’s sure-to-end-soon marriage, I can do it for someone’s meandering gender identification. If I slip up and “she” someone who wants to be “they”, I expect the same procedure I’d face if I accidentally drop a “miss” instead of “missus”… which is to say, “Oops, sorry,” followed by “Heh, thanks, no sweat” and the day proceeding as it otherwise would.

Yes, there is a Jerry Seinfeld inside me, who chafes at the idea of calling Bob Cobb “Maestro”. But if someone’s pronouns/honorifics/names/hairstyles irritate me, that means it’s time to avoid that person and do my own thing, not insist said person change what they’re doing.

Other People just aren’t that important. If you’re in my tribe of intimacy, I care what you do and think and present… if you’re not, you’re outside the scope of my concerns. Carry on, my wayward son/daughter/child.

If you’re happy, I’m happy. If you’re bummed, I’ll try not to contribute to it. Stay out of my shit, and I’ll stay out of yours. The end.

#reblog

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gamergoo · 6 months

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I’m gonna ramble about Hayao Miyazaki and why I hope the man dies in the middle of his next movie, okay?

I saw the boy and the heron today and it was really good I just want to hit Hayao Miyazaki until he stops moving. The way we have allowed imperial Japan to be sanitized to the point people like him make wildly successful movies featuring blatant nostalgia for a time when Japan had a military is nothing short of a failure

Imagine if a German animation director kept putting shit in his movies about how much he misses the fucking Nazi party

Imagine if he made an incredibly successful movie about the engineers of the V2 rocket program, or a fantasy movie that features a scene where men are being paraded around a village surrounded by flags with a swastika on them and the main characters saluted them. It would rightly be called a Bad Dorectorial Decision

BUT you put the Japanese flag and suddenly it's okay.

I genuinely do not care if other Ghibli movies are bad and they need him to make things, I think they deserve to fail for that! The man is an imperial apologist, and while that might not be a controversial position in Japan, it should be everywhere else! During the Second World War, Japan killed somewhere around 300,000 people with chemical warfare, another 300,000 died in Nanjing ALONE, with total civilian deaths over the course of the war being estimated by British historian Max Felton at 30 MILLION!!!!! 23 million of which were Chinese by his count.

There is copious documentation of the IJA blindfolding and bayoneting Sikhs in Singapore, and the phrase “comfort women” has had lasting generational impact on Korea.

Idk man the fact that we have a director just openly nostalgic about the regime that did that doesn’t sit right with me. It’s one thing when he’s not making movies about it, bad people make good art all the time, but when he’s just throwing it into otherwise unrelated movies? I don’t like it!

#hayao miyazaki

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ask-missparker · 2 months

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A bunch of silly heroes / Marvel AU Fic

-> Ok the last fic was a heartbreaking one, so it’s only fair to do a more lighter thing. Consider this a late gift card of sorts.

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April. The month filled with springy details, new ideas, flowers being delivered and most of all holidays.

And this case, April Fools.

The winning queen of that prank tended to be Liane Felton, who tends to drag one, if not two, of her friends into the plans. This year went a little differently.

She was the one who was surprised to find a breaking news in the bathroom that morning. It was supposed to be a fun day of work outs, having her favorite lunch at the Cafe, pranking her friends and celebrate with a movie.

But this was a pretty cool surprise.

On the counter of the bathroom was a pregnancy test. She knew it wasn’t Rochelle or any one of her friends, that she was sure of.

Then her eyes landed on the smell of the bathroom and the Dove crème being used. MIA! She wondered if her fiancé knew.

She gasped, “I’mma be an auntie again?!”

She rushed out of the bathroom and went to find Nikolai, Ethan and the others. The girls almost stumbled onto the heels she was wearing, searching around for the gang. Half of them were in the kitchen and others in the common room chilling out. Ethan catches her before she can hit a wall and asked what was going on.

Nikolai was cutting up some fruit, his favorite being apple slices, as he watched the blonde. Rochelle was eating some blueberries and texting Rick about something, concerned about her cousin's act.

Liane giggled trying to contain her excitement, which earned a few raised eyebrows.

"Someone here as a bun in the oven." She revealed.

Everyone looked at Rochelle as the redhead exclaimed, "IT'S NOT ME!..damn, you have two babies and everyone thinks it's you.."

Ethan joked, "Babe, it's April Fool's Day. Who pulled a prank then? Was it you?"

"No! I am a good girl."

That earned a few 'are you serious Felton?' looks towards her as the blonde rolled her eyes. Nik stopped cutting up the apple slices and asked, "Alright hold on. Ethan's right. Did you do something?"

"Not it wasn't me! I mean, it sounds like a fun prank but, no. It was your agent girl." Liane admitted with a grin holding up the test.

Nikolai was thankful he stopped using the knife that moment, or he would've cut himself by accident. He laughed as his accent was clear as day, not believing it for a second. It was April Fools, and if anyone was runner up for tossing pranks around it was his wife. Yeah sure, they always talked about kids and having their own, aside from their adorable dog Arrow Mills, but the idea was always flipped on the heads based on work.

But then again, they both knew their children would be the most loved babies in the whole damn world. From the day they met, he knew she was his. So of course children were in question down the line. Especially with their friends and family involved. He wondered why his wife hasn't said anything about this.

However he wasn't exactly sure it was real either.

Rochelle gasps and grinned, "Wait wait! Agent Parker, aka Miss Hot-Shot Bartender is..that's a joke, right? Liane ,what did you and Mia pull?"

"I didn't! I mean, honestly it could be a prank she did to me. She had JARVIS suddenly speak in a French accent one year. Threw me off." The blonde replied thinking about it herself.

Ethan was curious himself as he wondered, "And she did pull a prank on our training schedules once after we screwed around with her.."

"And she did have me overwork one night as payback for a bad prank." Nikolai admitted, "What did we do to Mia this time?!"

Hell, once Mia pulled a prank on them that resulted in their shampoo having coloring it. Rochelle was a light strawberry blonde for weeks, Ethan's hair was darker, Liane's hair was pink and Nik's hair went red for a couple of days.

She even made Rick's hair green and Luna's hair a deep purple almost pink color too.

Ethan took the test out his Liane's hand to get a better look and showing it to the others.

"Uh, you know she maybe peed on that right? Or used water to make it look was..." Nik said winced a bit.

"Relax. It's define as a prank for a reason!" Ethan exclaimed, "Where is she anyway?"

"She went to go see her mom's place today. Something about helping out at the food drive."

"Aw that's sweet. Wait--it could be a lie! Ohhh she is in trouble, if it is."

"I pranked her last year with painting her whole office and adding posters on the wall of clowns...but what did we all do to her to mess up?"

Rochelle raised her hands in innocence as she said, "Don't look at me. I'm cool. She babysits my twins and..well me and Luna did use baby powder on her twice, when she walked into the elevator door."

Liane snorted, "I remember that! She was pissed. I remember I burnt her files a couple of days ago out of anger...I wasn't thinking straight and she was mad.. Ethan?"

"I did pull a small prank of using magic to change the rooms with Cole as she was running around looking for the kitchen." Ethan added with a chuckle, "It was funny."

Nikolai chuckled as well and thought, "Okay. Maybe this isn't a prank. But what if it is? It's kinda bad to make us all run around like a chickens and not know what we did to her. I know I am known for messing around with Mia, just to get her railed up and annoyed, until she realizes I was joking."

They all decided to try and track her down to give her a taste of her own medicine. But as their plan as set in motion, the elevator arrives and the doors open, revealing Mia with a bunch of shopping bags.

Mia strolls over, whistling a happy tune as she makes her way over to the living area.

“Today drained me. What are you guys doing?” She asks, peering at her friends. “Hey, honey,” she greets Nikolai separately. “What’s up with you?”

Liane raised an eyebrow at the perky side of Mia. Something was up, it was a prank! She shared a look with the others, as if to cue to others in.

Nik sighed and asked, "What the hell is this, darlin'?"

She noticed the test in his hand and her face fell, "Oh..you guys found that?"

"Yeah we did. Liane found it. Is this a joke or are you serious? You decided to mess with us about it. What did we do to you this time?"

Liane exclaimed, "I'M SORRY ABOUT THE BURNT FILES! And Chelly is sorry about her pranks too! Don't harm us-wait what's coming after this prank?"

Rochelle rolled her eyes at her cousin as Ethan snorted placing a hand on his lady. The room went silent as if waiting for the big undertaking of this prank.

But it didn't come.

Instead, Mia studies their faces as she took the test away from her man's hand and chuckles softly. Nikolai waited for an answer, can't read her face or not, but his expression softens.

“I didn’t want you to find out this way. I guess, I got a little too excited and forgot to take it out of the bathroom. I wanted to surprise you once you got home from the gym.” She admitted.

“Wait…this isn’t a prank?” Rochelle asks, a hint of a grin appeared on her lips.

“No. Why the hell would I…oh shit it’s April Fools! I forgot! I wanted to get you guys good this year.” Mia pouts in annoyance.

“Hold on, hold on.” Nikolai puts a hand up to silence him, still hung up on the fact that she wasn’t pranking him and was actually pregnant. “Are you saying…are we having a baby?”

“Well, I’m having the baby. You’re having a panic attack, sweetheart.”

Liane sighed in relief then squealed at the excitement taking hold on her brain as she shakes Ethan jumping up and down. Mia takes her husband face in her hands and says, "Hey, look at me, it's okay. No pranks, I promise."

"You sure? Because we all thought we fucked up and you were messing with us.." He said with a smile, chuckling now.

"Well I did pee on the damn thing."

Ethan's eyes widen and wiped his hands on his jeans realizing what he did as the girls laughed. A series of 'oh my gods' came from Nikolai this time as he lifted up Mia in his arms and pressed kisses along her whole face, her giggles could be heard. That was a tale sign he was more than happy.

He rested his chin against her head and smiles, with hands on her shoulder. He chuckled and hummed a few cheerfully words, but then Mia pulled away to ask, "Hold on. You guys thought it was a prank this whole time?"

Rochelle shrugged with a smile, "Well..yeah you did prank us before for messing with you."

"Hell nah! That's low, even for me!"

"Holy cow, wait, I'mma be an auntie now. Oh my god this is amazing!"

"You all are a bunch of silly little fools, I swear..but next year, I'm prank y'all for sure!"

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-> Ahh ok thats' what I got now for. It was a random AU ideas for a post I hope y'all like it lol

Tags: @missstrawbs2001 @cherrysft @gcthvile @rickb-chaos @luna-d-marsh @gaminggirlsstuff @purpleprincessonfyre @wizzzardofoz @ethan-lensherr @rooster-84 and etc

#april fool's day #sweet fic #liane x ethan #rochelle romanoff #nik x mia #short story #oc x oc #oc x canon #marvel oc #mcu fandom

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lyndwyrm0 · 9 months

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W.B Obbly's Obelisk Observer Society ( @gargoyle-doyle )

Timeline of the obelisk throughout the ages :-) get cozy this is a big long post :0

All of these are dated either by the original sources of the images or by us, through cunning cleverness and wild assumptions. Thanks for tolerating our inaccuracies and please feel free to point out anything you think is a mistake! I will site as many of the sources that I can track down in our files without losing my mind, if i left one out it's for your own safety (it was probably an accident). For the images that are really small I will include zoomed in/circled versions at the bottom of this post :-)

(this is not all of the images we have of the obelisk, just the ones that are relevant enough to give an idea of what it looked like/ where it was throughout the 1, 1/2 centuries it was on Southsea beach)

This drawing is dated 1729, and (I'm not sure if the quality is going to be butchered when I upload this) but there is a *tiny* little wooden post towards the left of the water which is listed in the written key as "6 Felton's Gibbet who stab'd the D of Buckingham". (scroll to bottom for zoomed in ver)

1765: listed as "10. Feltons Gibbet" and is the post of wood in the near centre of the image. (zoomed in version at bottom :3) one source says that this image (or one very similar) is from 1750 instead. Believe whichever one you want :))

The gibbet post was replaced with the obelisk sometime around 1782

(est) 1830's: we got this image from the Portsmouth Historic Environmental record on their facebook and they had it listed as around the 1830's. Our obelisk is (most likely) the one on the right.

Around the 1850's onward things become really confusing and, in our files, very disorganized.

Southsea esplanade was built around 1852, along with Clarence pier around 1860. We think that the obelisk was moved during this construction (not very far, just further inland) along with the other monuments along the beach.

According to this Hampshire Telegraph from 1884, W.H. says that it was sometime around 1850 that Frederick Fitzclarence added the inscription on the obelisk, commemorating the construction of the esplanade. Among the other things Fitzclarence was doing to 'make his mark' on Southsea beach, he added two monuments dedicated to the Duke of Wellington and Admiral Lord Nelson which also went missing - might be W.B. Obbly Society's next research task :))

Then there's This link: H. Percy Boulnois says that "Amongst other improvements which I carried out along the sea front was the re-arrangement of the various monuments" so potentially he had something to do with the obelisks obscurity during this time period. I'm not too sure but I think this is sometime in the mid 1880's seeing as he was elected borough engineer in 1883 (I recommend reading the History in Portsmouth page linked above because it's super interesting; he also built Canoe lake and was friends with Arthur Conan Doyle - although it seems like there were very few people who weren't friends with Arthur Conan Doyle during his time in Southsea)

Anyways, all of this ^ was just to say that we have a few drawings that I might make a separate post about (I will link it here if I do ;) but I'm not adding them to this timeline because we can't even be entirely sure that the obelisk is in them.

These two photos are the first photographs we have of the obelisk! Both are dated from 1854 and found on the royal collection trust site. The first one is titled "The fleet at anchor" and the second one is titled "The Neptune coming out of harbour" and also shows either the Wellington or the Nelson monument as well.

Even though I said I was going to make a separate post about this, I'm terribly unreliable and lie constantly so here's one of the drawings that confuses us from around the 1850's:

This is one of the many drawings we have with a wacko looking version of the obelisk, so wacko that we can't even really tell if that is the obelisk in the background. My current theory is that artists who drew Southsea beach hated drawing the obelisk so they just took as many creative liberties as possible to make it look completely unrecognizable. But given the placement in comparison to the 1854 photos where the obelisk is literally visible ??? still can't be too sure honestly lets just move on before I get upset

The only date that I can find for these two drawings is 1871, both from alamy images, the obelisk would be one of the structures near the 'street' in the bottom left. In the second image it looks like it has been removed for construction? (also clearly visible in the second image is the bases of the Wellington and Nelson statues on either side of the tramlines - which is interesting as neither of the actual statues themselves are there despite the fact that according to their memorial page the Wellington statue remained in place at least until 1874? This means one of these sources is wrong and I'm out to find out which one >:-( if anybody is even reading this and happens to know something pls tell me imbegging

In 1881 there is this newspaper extract (Hampshire Chronicle Feb 5th 1881) that claims the obelisk was removed for construction and found to be too decayed to be re-erected so instead it was replaced by a fa-simile. RIP to the original obelisk :(

Another article from 1881 says that the new obelisk was painted brown instead of white because people thought the original white looked moldy and gross (lol)

We still have photos from after the article where it still appears white, but honestly it's colour varies a lot so whatever

1892, obelisk is the white structure in the centre of this photo

1894, I think the obelisk is just barely visible in the shadows to the left of the pier

Between the 1890's and the 1930's we have a sad gap in our photo collection BUT there are plenty of newspaper extracts that mention the obelisk so we know it was definitely still there during this time period, I won't include all of them as I'm planning on making a separate post dedicated to the newspapers mentions. (acquired through our buddy David who gave us access to the online newspaper archive)

*we do have one photo estimated from 1900 which i've added at the very bottom of this post

The most notable newspaper entry from this time period is Feb 22nd 1902 and it says that the obelisk was blown down in a storm. (sorry its blurry)

We know that it was at least rebuilt by 1915 which is its next mention in the papers.

1930: This image is from the evening news March 13th, 1930. This is a photo that we would kill to find the original version of, as it is maybe our best bet of getting a good look at the inscription. I'll probably go into more detail on a separate post.

1934, from a newspaper article signed "W.G." that we think was written by William Gates based on the monuments and memorials website.

Skipping to this image dated "1930's" that I found randomly in one of my textbooks while I was doing my geography homework, which just happens to be one of the best images with have of the obelisk from this era. My best guess is that this is mid - late 1930's (based on absolutely nothing other than intuition and the cars in the photo) Thank you to my geography teacher for assigning local sea defense's as a research task as it led me to the Southsea coastal scheme booklet :)

1937, there are a lot of photos just like this one from old Southsea postcards with the obelisk far in the background but this is the only one I have with a specific date - thus making it timeline worthy

We have this image dated as 1939, making it the most recent photo we have of the obelisk so far. Portsmouth music scene website has a really similar image of the pier (scroll wayyy down on that link), with the sign advertising "Hugh Frossard and his broadcasting band", who performed at clarence pier in June 1939.

The zoomed in images ! sorry these are still kind of blurry

(this is a black and white version of the 1894 clarence pier pic because you can see the outline of the obelisk better)

Bonus images!! I dont have specific dates for these two but I really like them :-))

*This is the one estimated around 1900, but I can't remember where I found this image/where I got that date from which makes me suspicious

It's also super hard to see the obelisk in the background but here's the best close up I can get you

Bye!!

#Obelisk observer society

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purpleprincessonfyre · 4 months

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OUAT AU - Electric Touch

Ib: @jackiequick

Characters: Liane Felton St. James, Ethan Lensherr Long, Rick Banner, Cassandra Ashfield Sean, Belladonna, Sherrif Erik Lensherr

Ship: Ethan x Liane

Being a mother is hard. A role your body never builds you for specifically, that you take on nevertheless, is always more special and beautiful when you choose it for yourself. At least, that's what Liane St. James was telling herself as she paced on her lawn, trying not to blow her stack in front of the Sherrif, her neighbour Rick and her best friend Cassandra Sean who was trying to say soothing things.

"She could have already gotten on a plane and flown to another country by now!"

"Be reasonable Lia, Bella is a smart girl."

"Yeah too smart! I'm such a bad mother! She could be dead in a ditch and I wouldn't know...why didn't I give her a cellphone for her birthday..."

"She would never have used it. Trust me, she won't have gone far."

Liane's temper cooled but never fully disappeared. It was a flaw of hers that she had a rather hot temper and if looks could kill she could've hurt many people with a single withering glare. Cassandra was one of the few people who could handle Liane's temper and she was a great friend to her when her rage started to bubble over.

"We can't put out a missing person's alert yet, Miss St. James, its still too early. Besides, she's a teenager. They rebel more than most." The Sherrif scoffed, really wishing he wasn't there. The adults continued to argue as the sound of tires were heard from up the road as an unfamiliar blue car was heading towards the house. Liane was still pacing as the car pulled up and her daughter Belladonna stepped out along with a man who looked to be in his late 20s, perhaps early 30s, with dark hair, green eyes and a clean shaven face. Rick was still grilling his daughter Riley before they realised Belladonna had returned.

"For the eighth time, where is Belladonna?"

"I'm right here."

Liane turned around to see her daughter standing on the lawn and instantly she ran to embrace her intelligent little girl, tears rolling down her cheeks as her heels clacked against the concrete.

"Oh my God you scared me half to death!"

"You can be so dramatic Mother."

"Where did you go? What happened?! I was worried sick..."

"I found my birth father and an uh pen pal.."

Liane looked up and saw a man with her daughters hair and her nose staring back at her, letting go of Bella to greet this stranger who felt oh so familiar to her in a way she couldn't quite put her finger on. He approached nervously and smiled, hands stuffed in his pockets, shrugging.

"Hi."

The Sherrif gave Liane a look before introducing himself to the newcomer and taking Belladonna inside so the adults could talk. Liane looked up at Bella's father trying to look confident but was tapping her nails on her knee the way she did when she was nervous.

"Liane St. James, I'm her adoptive mother."

"Ethan. Ethan Long. It's nice to meet you."

He held out a hand for her to shake and she took it, a crackle of electricity seeming to pass through her as they touched, something seeming to spark inside her as they shook hands. The silence was awkward after they let go of each other and Liane tried to break the ice a little.

"Well I guess I should thank you for bringing her back. Would you like to come inside? I don't know how far she travelled to find you but I wouldn't want you to get back on the road so soon after that...revelation. Uh, drink?"

"Uh.. yeah yeah that would...yeah. Thanks."

Liane smiled and led him inside of her house. The house was very obviously decorated with femininity in mind, pastel shades on the walls, bursts of pink and purple scattered throughout the decor and furniture and a few items that belonged to Bella in shades of jet black or grey showed that their tastes very clearly differed.

Ethan took a seat in the kitchen as Liane busied herself looking for supplies, rummaging through cupboards for cups and such to make him feel welcome.

"Tea? Coffee?"

"Uh coffee is fine thanks."

"Black?"

"Yeah Uh two sugars thanks."

Liane got to work making drinks, dumping coffee into a mug that said Fighter-Town, Maine on it and brewing a vibrant tea in a dainty tea cup covered in flowers for herself.

"So Ethan, where did my elusive girl find you?"

"Uh Boston actually so not...not very far."

"Oh I see, is it just you then?"

"Yeah uh...yeah it's just me."

Liane brought over the mug of coffee and her tea and sat at the table with him, taking off her dark blazer to reveal a pink frilled blouse and kicked off a pair of pink kitten heels as she sipped her tea. She loosened her long blonde hair from its tight chignon and it cascaded down her back, instantly looking at least ten years younger.

"So what happened to Bella's mother, if that's not too personal a question?"

"Uh well its sort of complicated I guess. Messy breakup, neither of us felt ready, it wasn't really my decision but we were young and foolish."

"I know what that's like...." Liane responded, stirring her cup listlessly. There was sadness in her eyes as she gazed just past Ethan at the window overlooking the town, clearly trying not to dwell on the past but not quite being able to escape it.

"Uh so what about you? Is there someone in your life?"

Liane laughed but there was no humor. She put the teaspoon down and looked at Ethan directly as she spoke.

"Not anymore. There was someone, started out like a dream and then turned into a nightmare. I've never been very lucky with love. I tend to attract the wrong type of person. Lucky for me Bella has her head screwed on right. She sees through those men quick as anything, her opinions are harsh but she's never been wrong. If she comes up to me and says 'Mom, that man is dangerous' I listen good and get out of there fast. She's a smart girl."

"So I've heard..." Ethan quipped, trying to lighten the mood. Liane smiled, starting to relax. She was beginning to see flashes of her daughter in him, the way he spoke, his mannerisms, the way his eyes moved as she spoke, it was eerie but strangely comforting.

"So how does one end up in Fighter-Town eh?"

"I was born here, it's all I've ever known. Never wanted to go anywhere else, never tried either..." she said, once again gazing out the window. This seemed to take Ethan by surprise, a slight air of suspicion coming over him as her eyes seemed to cloud over for a moment before returning to him.

"What never? Not even on vacation? Disneyland? Niagara Falls? Yellowstone? Hell, NYC?"

"Nope. Never really felt the need to go anywhere. Besides this place isn't that bad. We do have a beach!"

"A beach? What color is the sea?"

"Depends on the time of year but its almost blue?"

Ethan laughed at that, making Liane chuckle too.

"It's not much but, it's home I guess. Always has been."

They fell silent again after that, not really sure of what else to say. Liane traced the lip of her cup carefully while Ethan just sat there awkwardly, checking his phone every so often.

"Damn, reception up here is kinda lousy."

"Eh you get used to it. Internet comes and goes and sometimes phone calls get cut off but yknow."

"So uh well, what do you do? For work I guess."

"Oh uh I'm a lawyer. Self-employed which is easier said than done. Doesn't pay...that well I suppose but it makes me happy and keeps food on the table. And people tend to trust you when you vouch for them."

Ethan raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting to hear that but pleasantly surprised to learn his daughter was being raised by an intelligent woman. As he finished his coffee, the Sherrif poked his head into the room, saying his goodbyes.

"I'd best be off, I'll be at the station if you need anything else, Ms St. James. Bella seems alright, you take care of yourselves now."

"Thanks again Sherrif. I'll see you around."

The Sherrif nodded, touching his hat and headed out the door, leaving the two alone.

"So...the decor, Bella's idea?"

"Oh no! Not even a little bit. She hates it all, pastels, pinks, fluffy and cute is not her style. But she respects my love for it. On her ninth birthday she very politely informed me that my taste didn't match her own and she would prefer to wear darker clothes and have a bedroom that suits her style from now on. And that she would like to play the violin. So we went out and got her all those things and she seemed content."

"Wow she just asked that? And you weren't offended?"

Liane chuckled, picking up a lavender leather jacket off the back off Ethan's chair and hanging it on a hook by the door.

"I always treated Bella like a person when raising her. Never used baby talk with her, never spoke down to her, told it like it is, she was the one who told Me Santa wasn't real so that tradition died early on, never believed in the Tooth Fairy or the Easter Bunny but she's a hell of a reader. Her shelves are covered in fantasy stories, I guess she likes the escape."

Ethan smiled and the light seemed to dance in his eyes as he did, bringing a warm smile to Liane's face in turn. She felt comfortable around Ethan for some reason, but she wasn't quite sure why yet. She noticed his cup was empty and went to reach for it to put it away and accidentally grabbed his hand instead, the two of them suddenly locking eyes as that feeling of electricity suddenly ran through Liane again, that warm spark that made her question everything.

"I'm so sorry..."

"I was reaching for the-"

"No you're good I-"

"Wow, your hand is warm-"

"Well I-"

They were cut short by the sound of Belladonna clearing her throat by the door, her arms crossed over her chest as her large, dark eyes landed on Liane's.

"Your show about insipid doctors and nurses wishing to fornicate with one another has started. Your love for it dictates that you wouldn't want to miss it."

"Forni- oh Grey's! Of course, thanks sweetie, thank you for the reminder."

"Grey's Anatomy?"

"Yeah the characters are intriguing. Oh judge me, I could care less, I'm allowed to like dumb things."

Ethan laughed and the flicker of a smile appeared on Bella's face briefly as well. Liane rolled her eyes, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she got up and walked Ethan to the door.

"It's been a pleasure, uh I would suggest if you plan on sticking around you find a room at Grandpa's Diner up the road, I don't really have the space to accommodate you unless you were okay with the couch?"

"No uh, I'll go check out that diner place and..."

"It's okay if you need space after all this. Take as much time as you need. Really." She smiled, seeing the sun start to sink in the distance, the sky now a burning pink and purple as the day drew to a close.

"Here uh, take my number if you want to come and see Bella at all, just in case you drop by and we're not in." She offered, handing him a pink business card with her details on. He smiled and wrinkled his nose, noting the scent of freshly cut roses on the card.

"Scented?"

"It leaves an impression, yknow?"

"Sure does. See you around St. James."

"Welcome to Fighter-Town, Ethan." Liane smiled, waving him off as he left. As she shut the door she saw his car pull away and watched him go, feeling that tug in her chest again, and sighed.

"You are the least subtle person I know."

Liane jumped, turning around to see Belladonna stood behind her, her face as always impassive but there was a flicker of amusement in her eyes.

"Don't. It's only natural to try and connect with someone so closely linked to your family. Do you want to stay in touch?"

"Do you?"

"Yeah, but he's your Dad, what's your verdict, my little raven?"

"I'd like to see him again. Ask him questions. Tell him about myself. Fix things. And other stuff."

"Duly noted. Please tell me you paused the TV."

Bella reached into the pocket of her dress, holding out the TV remote.

"It boggles my mind that you still doubt my intellect to this day."

Liane smiled, taking the remote from her and headed for the lounge, a strange warmth now lingering on her heart. Ethan Long was now occupying space in her mind. Here we go again.

Hope you enjoyed! Thanks again to Lor for restarting my OUAT obsession and getting my mind into the world of fantasy..again

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